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Who is she Ketch?

A/N: So I was sitting at work this morning when this idea struck me and I was like…I HAVE TO WRITE THIS. Set during the current season so spoilers.

Summary: The British Men of Letters want info on all the American hunters & finally find something they can use against Sam & Dean to get the information.

Originally posted by faith-in-dean

Sam and Dean sat in their chairs as they glared at Ketch and the two other members of the British Men of Letters who had barged into the bunker. The boys had just returned home from a hunt Ketch had sent them on and were enjoying some beers when Ketch came through the door with his gun drawn.

“We wanna talk to Mick. Now.” Sam said as he scowled at the Englishman.

“Ah, about that. Mick, he’s dead, been dead for a couple of weeks now.” Ketch replied nonchalantly.  The Winchester’s continued to stare at Ketch, trying to not react to the news of Mick’s death.

“Why’d you kill him?” Dean questioned.

“Let’s just say that the, higher level members back home didn’t approve of the way he was handling things here in America. So he had to be handled.” Ketch told the brothers.

“What do you want?” Sam asked, changing the subject.

“Well, you see, those same members decided that we need to change our strategy towards you American hunters. Assimilate or eliminate.” Ketch said as he looked between Sam and Dean.

“So if we don’t take to your rules, you’re gonna kills us?” Sam replied.

“Yes. Now, we’re almost positive that you two are going to be a pain in our side and work against us so you’ll be handled, but first, you’re going to give us information about all the hunters you know.” Ketch stated as if it was a fact. 

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What More Could I Want? (Ben Platt X Reader)

WC: 3115

Warnings: KINDA SMUTTY YOU WERE WARNED, overuse of the word sang

Summary: Ben and Y/N are performing Say No To This at MisCast. Things, naturally, get steamy, and some feelings are revealed

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb

A/N: Combining three requests! Yay! I had two anons ask for kinda smutty Ben stuff, and one who requested the whole steamy MisCast performance! Hope y’all enjoy

“Cast meeting! Report to the blue room!” I read aloud, chuckling at the text from Will. I made my way to the blue room, noticing that I was the last person to arrive.

“And now we’re a complete set.” Will said, raising his eyebrows at me. I put my hands up and sat down on the couch next to Ben. “Anyway, I have decided to call a cast meeting for a very important reason.” Will said, standing at the front of the room.

“And what would that reason be?” Mike asked, only to be met with a violent shush from Will. “Let me finish, Faist. As you all know, MisCast is this weekend.” Will said and we all cheered.

“Hush. Anyway, I have consulted with a majority of the cast and we have decided on our number, and performers.” Will said and I looked at Ben with a  confusion that he shared. We hadn’t talked to anyone about this.

“We will be performing, drum roll please, Say No To This from Hamilton!” Will said and everyone clapped. “And onto the cast reveal. In the role of Aaron Burr… Mike Faist!” Will said and Mike stood up, taking a mock bow.

“In the role of James Reynolds… myself. Thank you, thank you.” Will said, bowing. I chuckled, clapping lightly to myself. “The bastard orphan Alexander Hamilton will be played by none other than Benjamin Platt.”

Ben looked a little confused but stood up none the less, bowing and smiling. “Which leaves the role of the infamously seductive Maria Reynolds, my wife and Benny’s mistress. Who could possibly play that?” Will said, stroking his chin in mock thought.

“Y/N Y/L/N, that’s who. Congrats wifey.” Will said, gesturing for me to stand up. I’d watched my fair share of Hamilton bootlegs, and I knew how Say No To This played out. There’d be some pretty steamy stuff going down, and I’d have to do it all with Ben.

“Thanks for letting me know beforehand.” I muttered, earning a laugh from the rest of the cast. “Just so you know, we’re getting a divorce after this.” I said, pointing at Will. He put a hand on his chest in mock hurt, an offended look on his face.

“That hurts, Y/N. Anyway, even though everyone knows the song, we should probably do a quick run through before the event.” Will said and I nodded, looking at Ben, his hair shining a golden colour in the sunlight.

“Awesome.” Ben said, a wide smile on his face. “Well, thanks for coming everyone. Meeting closed.” Will said, smirking briefly at me before leaving the blue room, most of the cast following suit.

“So, Miss Maria Reynolds. How does that feel?” Ben said to me when everyone had left. I chuckled nervously, scratching the back of my neck.

“A little overwhelming. How the hell am I gonna fill Jasmine Cephas-Jones’ shoes?” I said and Ben shrugged his shoulders, giving me a shy smile.

“I have the utmost faith in you. I’ve heard you sing Satisfied in your spare time, so I don’t doubt that you can sing this one.” Ben said, gently squeezing my shoulder.

“You’re too kind, sir.” I said, and Ben laughed, his cheeks flushing slightly. “See? You’re in character already.” Ben said, shaking his head slightly.

“Well, I should probably go get ready. I’ll see you later, Alex.” I said, and a half smile crossed his face. “See you later, Maria.”

I took in a deep breath and smoothed down the skirts of my crimson dress, walking up towards Ben. “Hey Ben.” I said, tapping him on the shoulder. He turned around and his jaw dropped, his eyes scanning my body.

“Woah.” Ben muttered, his cheeks flushing a colour a few shades lighter than my dress. “Oh, uh, hey Y/N.” Ben said, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his suit.

“Hi. You ready for our big performance?” I said, taking in a deep breath. Ben nodded, his eyes still trained on my body. “Ben?” I said and he snapped his head up, his cheeks flushed.

“Oh, uh, of course.” Ben said meekly and I smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder. He took in a shaky breath and mustered up a smile. “Then let’s go.” I said, looping my arm through his and walking towards our seats.

“I’m kinda freaking out because two of the current Hamilton cast members are here. What if we screw it up?” I muttered, sitting down on a plastic stool.

“Y/N, you are incredibly talented. We’ll do great.” Ben said, placing a hand tentatively on my knee. I took in a deep breath, internally screaming because Ben’s hand was on my knee.

“Let’s go.” I said when I noticed that Mike and Will had taken their seats. We all stood up, and Mike and Ben walked onstage. “Hey guys!” Mike said, waving to the audience.

“Well, today a few members of the Dear Evan Hansen family will be singing something from a musical you’ve probably heard of.” Ben said, nodding to the band. The cello began to play, and I took in a deep breath.

“There’s nothing like summer in the city. Someone in a rush meets someone looking pretty. There’s trouble in the air you can smell it, and Alexander’s by himself. I’ll let him tell it.” Mike sang, the music playing ominously.

“I hadn’t slept in a week, I was weak, I was awake. You’ve never seen a bastard orphan more in need of a break. Longing for Angelica, missing my wife. That’s when Miss Maria Reynolds walked into my life. She said.” Ben sang, his voice low.

I walked on stage, clutching the microphone for dear life. “I know you are a man of honour. I’m so sorry to bother you at home, but I don’t know where to go, and I came here all alone.” I sang, my voice surprisingly sultry.

I noticed Ben’s eyes widen slightly, but he kept singing, turning to face me. “She said.” He sang, leaning against the desk provided. I nearly missed my cue because the sight of Ben leaning against a desk was rather attractive.

“My husband’s doing me wrong. Beatin’ me, cheatin’ me, mistreatin’ me. Suddenly he’s up and gone. I don’t have the means to go on.” I sang, walking closer to Ben.

“So I offered her a loan, I offered to walk her home. She said.” As Ben sang this I walked right up next to him, and I turned to face him, clutching my dress as I did.

“You’re too kind, sir.” I sang, winking at him as I did. “I gave her thirty bucks that I had socked away. She lived a block away, she said.” Ben sang, moving his free hand about as he did.

“This one’s mine, sir.” I sang, looking away from Ben. “Then I said "well, I should head back home.” She turned red, she lead me to her bed, let her legs spread and said.“ Ben sang, and I whipped around to face him, my dress clutched in my hands.

"Stay?” I sang, trying to be as sexy as possible. “Hey.” Ben said awkwardly, looking me up and down, earning chuckles from the audience. “Hey.” I sang seductively, and I noticed Ben bite his lip.

“And that’s when I began to pray Lord, show me how to say no to this. I don’t know how to say no to this. But my god she looks so helpless. And her body’s saying hell yes.” Ben sang, growling slightly on those last two words.

“Woah.” I sang, circling Ben as I did. “Lord show me how to say no to this. I don’t know how to say no to this. In my mind I’m trying to go.” Ben sang, and my eyes were trained on him. “When her mouth is on mine I do not say no.”

As Ben sang this I walked away from him, and took a deep breath, knowing what was about to come. I turned around at the same time as Ben, our eyes locking. I walked quickly towards him, and took in a deep breath.

I gently grabbed the sides of Ben’s face and pulled him into a kiss. I closed my eyes and melted into the kiss, relishing in the feeling. Ben’s hands sat on my waist, and he pulled me close to him.

My stomach filled with butterflies, but before I knew it, the kiss was over. Ben broke away, and even though he was in character, it still hurt a little.

“I wish I could say that was the last time. I said that last time, it became a pastime. A month into this endeavour I received a letter from a mister James Reynolds, even better. It said.” Ben rapped slightly, Will swaggering onstage.

“Dear sir, I hope this letter finds you in good health. And in a prosperous enough position to put wealth in the pockets of people like me, down on their luck. You see, that was my wife you decided to.” Will sang cockily, looking over at Ben who was clutching a piece of paper.

“Fuuu….” Ben said, earning chuckles from the audience. “Uh oh. You made the wrong sucker a cuckold, so time to pay the piper for the pants you unbuckled. And hey, you can keep seeing my whore wife if the price is right. If not, I’m telling your wife.”

Will ended his part and waltzed off the stage, shooting me a wink as he did. “I hid the letter and I raced to her place. Screamed "how could you” in her face. She said.“ Ben raced over to me and I clutched his arms tightly. "No sir!” I belted, suddenly feeling like I was very much Maria Reynolds.

“Half-dressed, apologetic, a mess. She looked pathetic, she cried.” Ben sang and I sunk down onto my knees, my face dangerously close to his crotch. “Please don’t go, sir!” I sang, and Ben walked away from me, my hands slipping off his knees.

“So, was your whole story a set up?” Ben questioned, looking down at me. “I didn’t know about any letter!” I sang, my hands clasped together. “Stop crying. Goddamnit, get up!” Ben sang, and I clutched my dress.

“I didn’t know any better!” I cried, and Ben sighed, crouching down so he was looking me in the eye. “I am ruined.” Ben sang and I looked him right in the eye. “Please don’t leave me.” I pleaded, watching as Ben walked away.

“I am helpless.” We both sang, and Ben stood up and walked away from me. “How could I do this?” Ben sang softly, almost to himself. “Just give him what he wants and you can have me!” I belted, beginning to stand up.

“I don’t want you.” Ben sang and I felt those words cut deeper than they should have. “Whatever he wants. If you pay, you can stay!” I belted, the key change flowing smoothly.

“Lord, show me how to say no to this. I don’t know how to say no to this.” As Ben sang I raced up behind him, running my hands over his torso. His breath hitched slightly, but he continued singing.

“But the situation’s helpless.” I turned around so I was looking him right in the eye. “Helpless!” I sang, my breathing laboured slightly. “And her body’s saying hell yes.” Ben sang and I spun him around, holding onto his arm.

“Lord, show me how to say no to this.” Ben sang, and he placed one arm on my waist and one on my back. I cupped the side of his face, and took in a deep breath. “How can I say no to this?” Ben and I sang in unison, and I pushed him away.

We decided not to use a chair, so Ben wandered upstage, and I lingered towards the front. “There is nowhere I can go. When her body’s on mine I do not say no.” Ben sang, and I raced over to him, snaking my arms around his neck.

Ben took hold of my arms and took them off his neck. He grabbed my waist and flipped me so I was facing forward, and my back was pressed against his chest. “Yes.” Ben breathed out, his head resting in the crook of my neck.

“Yes.” I sung, leaning back so there was no space between Ben and I. Ben’s arms circled my waist and I rested my hands on top of his. I took one of his hands and moved it higher up my chest, bravely sitting it just above my cleavage.

We briefly forgot about the other lyrics, and I gasped a little when I felt something poking into my lower back. It took all of my willpower to pull myself out of Ben’s embrace, but I had to.

“Say no to this, I.” Ben sang, panting a little. “Don’t say no to this.” We both sang, and I slinked further and further behind Ben. “There is nowhere I can go.” Ben sang and Will stepped forward. “So?” Will said, looking over at Ben.

Ben sighed and walked over to him, handing him an envelope. “Nobody needs to know.” Ben sang, letting out a shaky breath. The music faded and the entire theatre erupted in applause. Mike and I made our way back to the front of the stage, and the four of us all took a bow.

“Thank you!” Will called as we walked off the stage, waving to the audience. “Y/N. Can I, uh, talk to you for a second? In private.” Ben whispered in my ear and his breath tickled and made the hairs on the back of my neck raise up.

I waved at a few people, but quickly followed Ben off to a slightly sheltered area. “I’m gonna cut right to the chase here.” Ben said and I nodded, taking in a deep breath.

“Please tell me it wasn’t just me that felt something onstage.” Ben said and I nodded slightly. “I mean, other than your, uh, you know.” I said, gesturing to Ben’s crotch with my head, and Ben frowned a little.

“You know what I mean, Y/N.” Ben growled, his tone of voice igniting a fire in my stomach. I simply smirked and pulled him into a heated kiss, nothing like our one onstage.

This one was frantic, in a way. Like we were trying to convey months of repressed feelings in one kiss. Ben held me close to him, his hands resting on my upper and lower back. My hands sat on his chest, fiddling with the lapels of his suit jacket.

I quickly pulled off Ben’s jacket, and it fell to the floor. Ben kicked it away and moved me so my back was pressed against a wall. I pulled away, desperate for a breath. My lips felt swollen, and I was fairly certain they were.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Ben said, his voice low and gravelly. “Well, against the wall at MisCast isn’t how I imagined this going, but here we are.” I said and Ben’s eyes darkened, lust clouding them.

Ben attached his lips to my neck, and I felt my legs tremble a little. “Ben.” I gasped, clutching onto the fabric of his shirt. He grabbed the zip of my dress and expertly tugged it down.

I shivered a little as my bare skin hit the cold cement wall, but I let out a breathy moan as Ben found the most sensitive part of my neck. I leaned forward from the wall and I felt my dress fall down, pooling at my feet.

Ben stepped away, surveying his work before his eyes travelled to my incredibly exposed body. “Y/N.” Ben whispered, his wild eyes scanning me up and down.

“Now, it’s not very fair that you’re still wearing most of your clothes, is it?” I said and Ben almost immediately took off his tie, discarding it with his jacket. I captured Ben’s lips in a fiery kiss, and I hastily undid the buttons of his shirt.

Ben shrugged the shirt off, and I trailed my hands down his now bare chest. A moan escaped his mouth and the fire in my stomach blazed. I swiftly unbuckled his belt, noticing the rather significant tent in his dress pants.

I tugged his pants down, and Ben kicked off his shoes at the same time as his pants. Ben’s moved his hands up to the clasp of my bra, and fiddled with it for a second. He went to undo it when we heard a voice.

“Jesus Christ!” I looked up meekly to see a slightly traumatised Mike Faist. “Ben!” I whispered harshly, gesturing to Mike with my head. The look on Ben’s face could only be described as varying degrees of frustration.

Normally I would’ve laughed, but I was suffering from serious sexual frustration at the moment, so I wanted to punch Mike in the face and get back to screwing Ben.

“I knew you two had chemistry, but this is a lot more than I expected.” Mike said and I chuckled nervously, trying to ignore the fact that Ben looked like he wanted to murder Mike.

“Mike, can you, uh, give us a second, please?” I said, shooting him a look that screamed ‘leave us alone’. “Oh, ok. Sure thing.” Mike said, winking at us before walking away.

“Ben.” I said, and Ben cut me off almost immediately. “I really like you Y/N. How about you come back to my place after this? Maybe we can have a proper date before we run straight to third base.” Ben said and I nodded, pecking him on the lips before pulling my dress up.

Ben quickly got redressed, although his clothes were a little more crumpled now. “Hey, you mind zipping me up?” I said and Ben nodded. He zipped up my dress, his hands lingering on my back a little longer than normal.

“Thanks.” I said, and Ben smiled sheepishly at me. He leaned forward and our lips connected, butterflies filling my stomach. I cradled Ben’s face in my hands, and his hands sat gently on my waist.

We pulled apart, and I rested my forehead against Ben’s, panting slightly. “What do you bet the rest of the cast set this up so this would happen?” I said and Ben chuckled, his cheeks flushed.

“The odds are pretty high, but I don’t care right now. I’ve finally got the girl I’ve been pining after for months. What more could I want?”

Nightmare x Cross; awakening of the monsters: 1

Nightmare pov.

 I felt the darkness pulling me down, further down, and even further down. I couldn’t move as I watched Cross walk beside ‘her’, the girl with the chocolate-hair and those deep blue eyes.“Cross! Get away from her! She’s going to hurt you!!!!!” I screamed louder and he didn’t listen, instead he grabbed his knife and he pointed at himself, I watched in terror as he plunged the knife deep inside his soul and I watched my love turn to dust………………………“YOU HAVE NOTHING NOW, NIGHTMARE AND YOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE NOTH-”……………………………………. ……………………………………………………………………………………………. WaKE uP…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..


 I sat up with a jolt and panted, that was the worst nightmare I ever had. I sighed and got up to get a glass of water, I reached in the cupboard and grabbed a glass and I turned around to see Cross staring at me with worry.“You had another Nightmare didn’t you.” He said as he approached me, I just sat down and nodded as he began massaging my back and we stayed silent like that for awhile,“Nightmare-senpai?” He said nervously, ohh how much I love that nickname, I turned to him and gazed into his beautiful eyes, I was too busy looking into his eyes, I didn’t hear what he said.“Nightmare, are you listening?” I snapped out of the trance,“Oh, sorry Cross, what did you say?” He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath,“I said I’m pregnant Senpai…” 

It took me a few seconds to take in the information and stared at him in shock,“But how, aren’t we guys?” “I don’t know, maybe something happened.” Cross looked nervous and scared. I smiled widely and I dipped Cross, kissing him passionately.“I’m going to be a father, I’m going to be a father!” I smiled and Cross smiled too,“Does that mean you guys got frisky on each other!?” We both stopped and looked at the other sanses, they were doing the Lenny face.“I’M POSTING IT!!!!!!!” Killer said as he ran out, everyone else left too.“YOU GET YOUR ASSES BACK YOU-” My words were cut off as Cross kissed me deeply and I sighed and melted into the kiss. We pulled away, Cross had a cute adorable look on his face as I blushed and looked away.“Can kill them later, let’s go to bed.” He said as I teleported us there and we laid down, I planned on proposing to Cross tomorrow morning,“tomorrow is a big day.” 

Cross pov. I woke up to find Nightmare gone, I walked out on put on my cloths and I walked downstairs to be greeted by the servants of nightmare,“Nightmare just ran outside and he looked like he was in a hurry, I wonder what he’s doing?” “Beats me.” I listened and walked outside in the garden to see Nightmare.“Senpai, you all right?” I called and he turned to me as cherry blossoms began falling around us and they rain down on us.“Cross, you what would change my life completely?” He asked as he got down on one knee and he had a box, I felt something wet in my eyes, I realized I was tearing up.“If you marry me.” He opened the box and I saw a moonstone and ruby in the shape of my soul and it was set in a silver ring, I felt the tears streaming down my face as Nightmare looks at me nervously,“Sorry, am I taking this a step too-” I kissed him and cried out,“YES, A MILLION TIMES, YES!!!!!!!!” Nightmare had tears to as we kissed again and again.‘how much I love him…………..“

 Timeskip……… I walked down the asile as I saw almost every sanses from every au.“WHO THE FUCK INVITED THESE PEOPLE!!!!!!?!!????????!!!?!??!?!?” Nightmare said as he glared at Killer who had smile as he did a thumbs up, I walked to Nightmare as Ink began speaking,“it’s a great honor for all of us to be witnessing the happiness of these two lovers….Even if we were uninvited, but as I, Ink the creator say these words, Nightmare, do you promise to uphold the warrior code even…at…your own life?” “What?” Nightmare said in annoyance and confusion,“Ummm, oops! Wrong book….Okay, here it is, Nightmare do take Cross to be your lawfully, wedded,waifu?” “Yes, I do.” “Cross do you take this octopus to be lawful, wedded, hubby?” I stared at Ink as Nightmare just looked about to strangle him,“Yes, I do.” “I pronounce you octopus and waifu.” Me and Nightmare kissed as everyone clapped,“For the main events, since this mine and Cross’s day, we decided to play a game, it’s called……SEE HOW MANY HEADS YOU CAN CHOP OFF BEFORE EVERYONE LEAVES!!!!!!” Nightmare began attacking everyone as they all began running, boy is chopping off heads fun? After that, we went home after killing some monsters,“I love you Senpai….” I whispered as we began resting,“I love you too, Cross.” I fell asleep and cuddled in Nightmare’s arms. 

 No pov. Nightmare looked around as saw the shadow of 'her’, Nightmare knew she still wanted to get Cross, but Nightmare intends on protecting Cross no matter what, he die before letting Cross suffer anymore,“I promised to protect Cross and you can never hurt him again…” Nightmare whispered as Ginger glared, this was only the beginning of the darkness, there was a far more greater evil than anyone could not imagine that would come to not destroy the every universe or galaxy there is, but the beings that live behind the fourth wall it shall destroy. 

 (I LIVE!!!!! I finally was able to update, it took so long, but I did it! I hope you all enjoy this chapter of the Nightmare x Cross, this is the sequel after the other Crightmoss story, so if you haven’t read that story, I suggest you do to understand! I hope you all have a nice day!!!!!!!!!Bye!!!!!!!!!!!)

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Truth Or Dare

This is an Avengers crash/crack fic. It is absurd and Loki is here.

“This is an emergency. Everybody report to the living room at once- auth. Tony Stark,” announced JARVIS.

 This caused a bit of chaos around the tower. JARVIS repeated the announcement with double the urgency.

 Thor burst into the designated room, vanilla icing smeared on his face, brandishing Mjolnir.

 Steve followed, sprinting into the room showing clear signs of having hurried into his uniform- his shirt was inside out.

  With a poof, Loki teleported beside Tony wearing nothing but a pair of bright green briefs with gold L’s on them, socks and his helmet.

 Bruce had just finished Hulking out in his special cell. He hurried in, holding up his recently enlargened pants.

  Nat followed Bruce, looking collected and alert.

Last of all, Clint, soaking wet with with shampoo bubbles in his hair and a patterned Iron Man towel around his waist ran in, holding a cluster of arrows he had haphazardly grabbed.

  “What’s happening?” he asked, waving about the arrows. “Loki lost his conk again?”

 "No,“ said Tony. "But I’m flattered, Legolas.”

“What- oh,” said Clint, looking at his towel and going red.

  “Loki- you have personalized boxers?” asked Nat with a snigger.

 "May I ask what your ardent interest in and about my boxers is?“ shot Loki, smirking.

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the-corpses-were-fake  asked:

(okay no we have to change that you don't get stuff for ask memes so if you're up for it how about 84 or 85 in the writing one :3? Because your hamburr au au was really really cute btw!!! )

This has been sitting in my inbox for the longest time now I am so s o r r y

So! Here it is! Number 85: Write an AU fic! Including canon era idiots, a soulmate au premise, and canon divergence because I wanted to avoid death if at all possible!

For most people, soulmates only exist as a nuisance. As something to complain about when they stub their toe or trip and skin their knee, because when one of a pair does, the other feels that pain as surely as if it were their own.

Most people don’t meet their soulmates in their lifetime. The world is, after all, very wide. Those who do are considered fortunate. Those who don’t find them, though, tend to find love on their own terms and are none the worse for it. Even though the pain that your soulmate feels is a constant that never goes away, no matter how hard you fall for someone else. An aching reminder that there is supposedly someone out there meant for you and you alone.

Burr has never given much thought to his soulmate, and when he does, it is nothing but annoyance, because it seems that whoever they are, they are constantly getting themselves into trouble. Have been since they were a kid. But as soon as the gun goes off, he knows, because he is watching with dread to see where the bullet strikes, his shout still ringing in the air but doing nothing to stop its deadly advance. I didn’t mean it, he thinks, and the bullet strikes right between Hamilton’s ribs.

An identical pain blooms in his chest, and it is all he can do to stay upright, and he knows.

He thinks he staggers forward. Hard to say; everything has gone a bit blurry and indistinct. He can hear nothing but the roaring of blood in his ears, can feel nothing but the sharp, stabbing pains running through him. The wound could very well be fatal, but he shies away from that thought. It won’t be; Hamilton will pull through, like he always does, and if he could just speak to him-

Then, he is being pulled back, and it is Van Ness’ hands on his shoulders, Van Ness who is saying something to him, his face frantic. There are few people out there who he would actually consider his friend, but Van Ness is one of them.

Once upon a time, Alexander had been another.

“-pull yourself together! We need to get you out of here, and-”

“William,” he breathes, a hand coming up to clutch at his chest. There should be blood there, but there isn’t, because it is Hamilton’s wound, not his, a wound that he dealt and-

He doesn’t know what his face looks like, but it must be a sight to behold. Whatever expression he’s making makes Van Ness stop where he is and stare, his gaze flickering back and forth between him and where Hamilton is lying on the ground.

“Shit,” he breathes after a moment, and Aaron can’t help but nod in agreement. “He’s your…? Nevermind, that just makes it more important to get you out of here right now.”

This time, he doesn’t protest, allows himself to be escorted away. His mind has gone blissfully numb.

Miraculously, Hamilton survives the night. And the next. And the next. Aaron begins to suspect, even as he rubs at the incessant ache, that while the literal bullet hit its mark, they have dodged the figurative one.

One of them, at least.

And that is how he finds himself on the Hamiltons’ doorstep one day, in no small amount of distress as Angelica Church glares at him, halfway hidden behind the door to her brother-in-law’s home. “Give me one good reason,” she is saying, “as to why I should allow you inside. Haven’t you done enough damage already?” Every word is like a viper sent to bite at his ankles, and for a moment, he considers running.

But that is not what he has come here to do.

“My sincerest apologies, Mrs. Church,” he says. “I have no intentions of doing anyone any harm today. But please, I really must speak to Hamilton, it is of utmost importance to me-”

Her glower deepens. “Oh, you must, must you?” she snaps, and then her attention is taken by a voice from inside. “Yes, it’s him,” she says, and pauses. The indistinct voice says something else. “No, I was just sending him on his way, but-” And then, the door opens wider, revealing Elizabeth Hamilton, eyes tired and sad.

“Come in, Mr. Burr,” she says. “I assume you are not here to carry out what you started with?”

“I am not, and even if I was, I am unarmed,” he assures her, and enters at her bidding. She leads him down the hallway in silence, their footsteps echoing one another’s. She stops at the foot of a staircase.

“Your actions almost cost me my husband,” she tells him, and he bows his head. Before he can respond, however, she continues. “And I fear they still will.” She stares pointedly at his chest, and he realizes with a start that he was rubbing at it again, absentmindedly. And looking into her eyes, he can tell that she knows exactly why he’s here.

“I have no intention of taking him from you,” he says.

She smiles, a small, sad thing, and shakes her head. “You couldn’t if you tried,” she says, “and I doubt you would. My worry is that he will go with you willingly.”

The worst thing is that he cannot even tell her that her fears are unfounded. And she knows it. She sighs.

“Do what you came here to do,” she tells him. “His room is the first you’ll come on.”

He thanks her and walks up the stairs. What else can he do? He cannot ease her pain anymore than she can ease his.

Eliza, he thinks, is a wise woman. She will outlive them all yet.

Hamilton is waiting for him. It is obvious in the lack of surprise in his eyes and bearing when he knocks and enters. And the way his gaze holds for a breath too long at his chest makes something else glaringly clear.

“You knew,” Aaron says, slumping into a chair by Hamilton’s bedside. “You knew.”

Hamilton’s eyes are tired too, though in a different way than Eliza’s. Perhaps this is why he answers in the way he does. “Yes,” he says simply, without prevarication or elaboration.

“You would have let me kill you.” It is not a question. Aaron already knows the answer. What he wants to know is why, and Hamilton knows it too.

“I suppose,” he replies. “I have to admit, I didn’t really expect you to. That came as a surprise. I still don’t understand why you were so angry. It was politics, not personal.”

Aaron laughs, and is surprised by the bitterness in it. “With us, it’s always personal,” he says, and feels slightly gratified when Hamilton concedes the point with a nod of his head, cracking a wry smile.

“You have a point,” he allows. “And in any case, I had no intention of hurting you. I’ve never wanted that, even putting all of-” He gestures to the two of them- “this aside.”

And that brings them right back to the point, something for which Aaron is grateful. He doesn’t particularly want to discuss the duel at the moment. Or ever, if he’s being honest. “How long have you known?” he asks, and they wince in tandem at the pain that shoots through them when Hamilton shrugs.

“Since the war,” he admits, and Aaron is surprised at the red hot anger that the words summon. “When you got heatstroke, do you remember? I’ll admit, dealing with that on top of everything else made things rather-”

“You knew all this time and you didn’t tell me.”

“And what should I have said?” Hamilton snaps, and oh, yes, there is that temper. Aaron can almost admit he missed it, as little sense as that makes. “I had Eliza and you had your Theodosia, and we were both happy. Upsetting the balance seemed foolish.”

“You mean upsetting your reputation seemed foolish,” Aaron corrects, and stands. At this point, he doesn’t know what to think anymore. One one hand, he knows that Hamilton makes a good point; he loved Theo and still does, and adding Hamilton to that would only have caused unnecessary confusion and strife.

But at the same time, knowing that Hamilton, his soulmate- and he still doesn’t know what he should do with that information- was within arms reach for most of his life and saw fit not to tell him about it… that burns.

“I don’t know what I thought I’d accomplish here,” he says, and moves toward the door. His visit thus far has caused him nothing but frustration, and at this point, he is ready to leave. There is only so much exposure to Hamilton he can take in one sitting.

He has almost exited before Hamilton makes his move. “Burr, wait!” he calls, and he must shift in place or try to sit up or do something, because a fresh wave of agony rips through him and leaves him fighting for breath and leaning heavily on the doorframe. Behind him, Hamilton is panting in a similar manner.

You did this, he reminds himself, as if he could ever forget.

“What is it you want from me, Alexander?” he asks, the familiar name slipping out without his consent. He hates the way his voice sounds far more pleading than angry, but it is too late to take it back.

There is a beat of silence, and then:

“Stay?” Alexander asks softly, and he turns to look at the man, this man he has known and loved and hated his entire life.

He should leave.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he crosses the floor to sit back down in that chair, and he stays. And he knows exactly the reason why, even if it’s not something he’ll ever care to admit.

Alexander has always been a difficult man to say no to.

Body oils (mgg)


Warnings: smut (kinkyish) (actually no I lied really fucking kinky) bondage, daddy kink, and dirty talk.
*you had a hard day at work and Matthew helps you out;)*
Don’t read if you feel uncomfortable.

Your POV:
My head ached. My back ached. Hell even my ass ached. I’ve had a shit day today. I heard my phone start to ring “Hello?” I snapped not even knowing who it was. “Yikes babe, is that anyway to great your handsome boyfriend?” I sighed “ Sorry. I’ve had a long bad day. I don’t want to do anything except get home and relax.” I said snapping at him. “Oh, I’m sorry babe, um should you like me to order us some food?” “As seeing I’m not about to make food, yeah that would be appreciated.” I said snapping at him. I signed into the phone again. “I’m sorry Matthew, yes that would be good. I’ll be home soon.” I rolled up to our house and I switched it off. I sat there in silence for a few minutes leaning my head against the steering wheel. I groaned and grabbed my purse getting out of the car. I started to walk up the front steps. I stopped at the door and searched through my purse to find my keys. ‘Oh fucking great, this is just really good.’ I rolled my eyes and groaned in frustration and ringed the doorbell.

His POV:
*Ring, ring* I heard the door bell go off. 'Oh good, the food got here before Y/N, she should be please when she gets home then.’ I said in my thoughts. I grabbed my wallet from the foyer table getting ready to take out a $20. I opened the door and smiled expecting the delivery man there. Instead I found my poor girlfriend, her tired eyes looked at me, her skin was pale and lifeless, her body was hunched over from sitting at a desk all day working. I forrowed my eyebrows together and helped her through the door closing it behind us. “Y/N are you okay? Why didn’t you unlock the door?” She rolled her eyes slightly and sighed. “I couldn’t find my stupid fucking key in this stupid fucking Mary Poppins purse!” She snapped. I moved closer to her and hugged her a bit. “Its okay babe, just relax.” I said rubbing her back and kissing the top of her head. I heard the door bell again come through the silence of our cozy home. “Why don’t you go change into something more comfy and I’ll get the food?” She gave me a sad smile and walked slowly up the stairs. I went into the foyer again and took out the same $20 bill. “Hi sir, you got a box of noodles, box of sesame chicken and a box of fried rice and vegetables?” I nodded a d smiled “Yes.” “Okay sir that will be $16.73.” He said I handed him the money in exchange for the food. “Keep the change.” I said “Thank you sir, have a goodnight.” “Thank you, you too.” I responded back. I sat the food down in the den on the coffee table. I went into the kitchen and grabbed us some water, plates and forks. I came back and sat the plates down. I heard Y/N come back down the stairs and I looked over at her. Her makeup was washed freshly off her face. She just had on some pajama shorts and one of my worn shirts, damn she looked good. “Feel better?” I asked. She gave me a small smile and nodded and sat next to me on the couch.
We started to dig in, well more like I did. Y/N just sat there pushing her food around on her plate a bit. “What’s wrong Y/N, you love chinese.” She pouted a bit, “I can’t enjoy it after the day I had.” She said sighing again. I turned towards her, “Tell me about your day, why was it so bad?” “Well”, she said rolling her eyes already 'so much sass’ I thought to myself. “Nobody in that stupid place knows how to do paper work. When I correct it for them they all get mad at me. I’m just trying to save their asses from our boss.” She shook her head and rolled her eyes again. “Its okay babe, just let your boss worry about them not getting their work right. Just keep on doing what you’re doing.” I said and rubbed her back a little. She nodded and started to eat.
We fished with our dinner and left our dishes in front of us. “Ugh my body is killing me.” She said in annoyance. “How about I go run is a bath and relax? Does that sound good?” She smiled fully for once this evening. We both walked to our bedroom. She sat on the bed on her phone as I ran the hot water. “Y/N, do you want anything in the bath?” I yelled over the roaring water. “Um yeah sure.” I heard her feet pitter patter on the carpet floor into the tile floor. She walked over to the bathroom closet and pulled out some bubble bath, epsom salt (for sore bodies) and a bath ball thing. “These should help my body relax.” She said smiling. She put everything in the bath, I stepped behind her and moved her hair to the other side of her neck. I placed a small kiss to her ear and then rested my head on her shoulder. “Okay we can get in now.” She said a little excitedly. I smiled and stripped myself of my clothes, I say down in the bath, she came after me and sat in between my legs. I ran my fingers through her tangled locks. She leaned back against my chest while I held her close to my body.

We sat in the bath an hour just relaxing. “Come on babe let’s get out my fingers are starting to prune.” She said pouting. I laughed a bit and helped her up. “How about I give you a massage? It’ll relax you more babe.” I said to her. She kissed my lips and nodded and grinned. “Yes, I would love that.” I pointed to the bed and tapped her ass a bit. “Go lay down, I’ll be right there.” I said stepping out of the bath and drying myself off. I slipped on some loose sweatpants. I walked back to the bathroom and looked in the bathroom closet again and grabbed the massage oils. I walked into the bedroom and saw her beautiful bare body laying face down. “Can you lift up a bit babe, I don’t want to get this on the comforter.” She obliged and helped me push it back. She laid back down and got comfortable. I started on her back, I spilled some on her back and started to slowly massage her back. I could hear her sigh in pleasure. I moved my way up to her shoulders flicking her hair out of the way. She moaned a bit and I felt the blood rush to my lower region, I tried to hold this back all night long, I didn’t want her to have to worry about this since she had a bad day. I continued down to her lower back, I massaged the delicate skin and heard her back pop. “God your back is so tense.” She groaned “I know, just keep going it feels good.” She whimpered. I could feel my hard on get more and more solid and throbbing. She flipped over, she helped me out and poured the oil over her chest and stomach. 'Tease’ I said in my mind. She leaned back again and closed her eyes waiting for my touch. I slowly sweeped the oil over breasts, stomach and arms. She sighed again and took the oil again and now poured it over her legs and the her slit. She took my hand and placed it over her sex. I gave her a mischievous smirk and started to massage her clit with the oil as she massaged her perky breasts. God that made me even more hard. I leaned down and started to nip at her neck. “So you knew what you were doing didn’t you.” I said to her taking my sweats off. She grinned and nodded. “Mhm.” She closed her eyes again. “Stay.” I commanded her. I walked into the closet. I pulled out two of my neckties. “Lay back.” I commanded her again. She did so, “Good girl.” I walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen. I put the oil in the microwave warming it up. I could hear her calling for me. “Be a good little girl for me. I’ll go easy on you if you do.” I yelled to her from the kitchen. The microwave went off and I walked back up the stairs. I looked into her eyes walking to her slowly. I poured the hot oil on the mounds of her breasts. I then poured it all over slit, she whimpered slightly. “Ah, ah, ah what did I say?” “To be quiet sir.” “Yes. That’s right.” I placed my fingers at her clit, rubbing it, I could feel her arousal on my hands. I slowly moved my fingers down to her entrance and slowly pumped her finger in and out of her. I could tell her was holding in her moans. I added another finger and another curling them up reaching her g-spot. “You like that baby girl? You may speak.” I said “It feels so good daddy.” God she knows that drives me crazy. I got in between her legs crawling up her body, I tapped my now throbbing hard cock on her mouth. “Open wide.” She opened her mouth I pushed my whole length down her throat. I could hear her gag. “What a good girl, gagging on daddy’s cock.” I said grabbing onto her hair. She moaned around me. Her eyes stated to water, I knew it was time to pull out of her. She couched a bit and I kissed her lips down to her jaw down her neck, down her chest and down to her clit. I kissed her and started to flatten my tounge on her. “Please daddy, I need you inside me.” She said. “Did I tell you to speak?” She shook her head no. “Then don’t speak.” I roared and slapped her slit. I ripped her legs wide open and slammed into her hard going fast. “Moan for me Y/N!” I yelled out. She moaned loud, I sped up my thrusts more as she started to scream louder for me. “Yes yes yes, scream for me, scream for daddy.” I told her “Go harder daddy!” She said loudly. I kissed and nipped her neck. “Good girl.” Her breathing sped up “I’m, I’m, I’m ” is all she could say. I smirked “I know, let it go babe” I whispered in her ear. She pulsated around me pushing me over into my high. “Fuck Y/N, fuck.” I said. I fell on top of her and reached my hands up to untie her hands. “You okay babe?” I asked and rubbed my thumb across her cheek pushing back her hair. “Mhm, that was amazing babe.” I kissed her lips again and laid my head on her chest. “Let’s get some sleep” she said reaching down to get the blanket to drape over our sweating, intwined bodies. “Okay babe, sleep well.” I told her kissing her neck still making love bites as she drifted to a deep sleep.

Welcome to the Family

Title: Welcome to the Family

Paring: Jared x Reader, Jensen, Richard, and Rob

Word Count: 876

Warnings: talk of pregnancy, child birth, and fluff

Requested by the lovely @jared-padaloveme “Can I have a Jared Drabble where they are married and she is pregnant and her water breaks at a con in front of everybody? And like super fluffy! Please!!!!”

“Hi guys. How are you?”

“Good,” Jared and Jensen answer in unison.

“Congrats on the twins Jensen.” Everyone started cheering as he mouthed thank you and blew kisses to the crowd.

“And Jared, congrats on the little one on the way. Your wife is due soon right?”

Jared nodded, “any day now. She was due before Danneel and the Ackles beat us.” He pretended to pout as Jensen laughed and pointed at him.

“Haha loser. Way to be a Losechester Jared.”

“Hey! It’s not up to me! Ask Y/N, she’s the Losechester!” The crowd started to laugh.

“Oh am I?” you said into the mic. Both boy’s heads snapped towards you, Jared’s eyes going wide.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.”

“Smooth Jared,” Jensen murmured, “Y/N, you’re a saint for putting up with him and I will try to re-teach him to keep his head out of his ass.”

Everyone started laughing. “Thank you Jensen. We’ll talk later Jared.” You gave him a wink before heading back to the green room.

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Brad Simpson Imagine


*Y/B/F/N = Your best friend’s name

You were a jumble of crazy emotions right now. Anger, disappointment, frustration, stress, and betrayed just to name a few. But you were also very uncomfortable and scared. The bus turned sharply around a corner and you placed your head against the window. The sun was setting quickly, and you knew that soon enough it would be gone completely. You hated travelling at night, especially by yourself. You were dressed in a white singlet and your favourite black shorts and white converses, and you were on your way to the Neon Party that started the University year. You had been looking forward to this party for quite some time now, but all you wanted to do was get off this bus, turn around and go home. Glow in the dark paint was cool, but not worth this much stress.

The original plan was for you and two other friends to go into the party together because it was safer for you to travel in a group than go by yourselves. However, with less than half an hour before you had planned to leave, you received a message from the friend who was driving and she had decided she was getting a lift instead. Your other friend said that you would all just have to make your own way in. Although it was last notice, you were looking forward to the party and had organised to take the bus. So here you were. Your best friend Y/B/F/N dropped you at the bus station and waited with you until your bus came. She couldn’t make it to the party, but you were really wishing she was here with you now. Her and your boyfriend Brad. 

He was currently away touring with his band and you were missing him terribly. The time zones were making it extra difficult to talk to each other. You were hoping that the party tonight would take your mind off how much you were wishing he was here with you. Unfortunately, this whole thing just made you miss him even more. You could really use some cheering up right now, and Brad and the boys always knew how to put a smile on your face. It’s probably because their kind of crazy matched your kind of crazy. 

But it wasn’t the main reason you were upset. 

You and Y/B/F/N waited together until your bus came and you hopped on. Y/B/F/N went back to her car and you started the long commute by yourself. You were nervous but you thought that your other friends would all be going through something similar. 

You were wrong.

Less than five minutes into your trip your phone begins to buzz. It’s Y/B/F/N. 

“Y/B/F/N? What’s up? I only just left”

“Y/N you’ll never believe what I just saw. Or more to the point who I just saw” Y/B/F/N says quickly into the phone.

“Who was it? Are you okay?” You started to get worried.

“I’m furious and I know you will be too”

“Okay well now you have to tell me”

“They were here. Together. They lied to you. Let you fend for yourself”

You frown at what Y/B/F/N was saying, “Who? Who lied to me? Y/B/F/N I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me”

“The girls. They were here at the bus station. Together. They were hiding behind a car so I didn’t see them. God they must be stupid. I swear if I see them again I’m gonna-” You cut her off.

“I just don’t understand why they would go behind my back like that. They know travelling like this stresses me out. Are you sure it was them?”

“100% positive”

“What should I do?”

“Want to come back home?”

“No, I want to at least see it for myself”

“Want me to call Brad?”

You sit up straighter in your seat, “NO, no, no don’t do that. No he’ll just get freaked out and I don’t want that. He should enjoy the tour”

Y/B/F/N laughed, “And you should be enjoying the party but those witches have ruined it for you”

“And I don’t want to ruin anything for Brad, Y/B/F/N promise me. Promise me that you wont call him”


“Promise me”

You hear a long sigh through the phone, “Fine,” she huffed “But as soon as I see them, I’m gonna kick them in the ass”

You laughed out loud which made a few people look in your direction. You slid down in your seat as you replied, “Okay you do that, just let me see how this goes”

“Okay just call me as soon as it’s done”

“I will”

And here you were, over thinking. Again. Doubting and questioning everything. Why were your friends doing this to you? The more you thought about it the more you felt physically ill. Your hands started to shake, and you thought you might be sick. You had to think of something else to calm yourself down. So you thought of Brad. Meeting him. Meeting the guys. But of course, you ended up missing them more than before. 

You felt you phone vibrate again and answered without looking at the caller i.d.

“Y/B/F/N I haven’t seen them yet, and no I don’t know what I’m going to say”

“How about ‘go screw your Grandma’s cat’? Or is that too harsh?”

You nearly dropped your phone in shock, “TRISTAN, what the heck isn’t it,” You check your watch, “three in the morning where you are?!” 

“Yeah but our friendship has no time limit”

“Not that I’m not glad to hear from you, but why are you calling me at three in the morning?”

“Because Y/B/F/N called me and told me what happened. And because I obviously care about you. Not just because we’re friends, but because you’re important to Brad and Brad is important to me”

You started to tear up at his words, “I don’t know what to say”

“Just stay safe. Oh and also Y/B/F/N told me to tell you to not be mad, but she promised not to call Brad so she called me instead. She’s a clever one”

Your bus pulled up to the University and you hopped off. It was now completely dark and there weren’t a lot of people around. Most of them were probably at the party already. You started to walk to where it was being held. 

“Yeah she’s certainly something. Wait Tris, does Brad know? Because I don’t want him to get stressed out over this”



“I’m gonna hand you over to him now”

“Tris wait-” But it was already too late. Brad’s voice came over the phone.

“Where are you? Tell me you’re safe. I swear to God when I see those girls next they are going to hear from me” The worry was clear in his voice. You could imagine him pacing up and down the room, tugging at his hair.

“Brad I’m just walking over to the venue now, and you’re going to have to get in line behind Y/B/F/N” You look up ahead and slow down. Near the Uni bar you see a line of guys, and the majority of them were clearly drunk. Your nerves kick up to the next level and you start shaking again. The brief relief at hearing from Brad was beginning to wear off. 

“Y/N? Are you still there? Did you hear what I said?” You snap your attention back to Brad on the phone. 

“Oh um sorry, what were you saying?” You bite your lips nervously as you slowly get closer to the line of guys. 

“I was just saying how good it is to hear your voice. I miss you so much, especially knowing what you’re going through right now. Is everything okay?”

A smile begins to spread on your lips, “I miss you too, you can’t possibly imagine. And umm…”

“Y/N…” Brad said warningly through the phone, “What is it…?”

You sigh knowing what his reaction will be, “There’s just this line of guys and they look really drunk,” You’re close enough now that they notice you and start whistling and calling you names. Your stomach heaves.


You try to keep your voice calm but it still shakes when you reply, “I’m fine”

“NO YOU’RE BLOODY NOT. THAT’S IT” Suddenly he’s gone from the phone.

“Brad? BRAD?!” You freak out

“Nope it’s Tris again”

You sigh, “Tris where did Brad go? What is he doing?!”



Brad’s voice comes back on the phone, “Turn around, hop back on a bus. Tris will call Y/B/F/N and she’ll pick you up from the station”

“And what do you think you’re doing Bradley?”

“Coming home”



Pairing: Gdragon/Reader

Summary:Some bitch thought you weren’t so great so you decided to show that bitch what you are really made of.

Prompt: 1. “I’m getting really tired of pretending i’m not evil” 60.”I told you I could take over the world if I wanted to, lucky for you I lack motivation”

Originally posted by gtttop

Being around people is hard, being around people you barely knew was a little harder. OK maybe it was your fault a little bit because you agreed to go clubbing with your rich boyfriend. Being around new people wasn’t so hard but these weren’t regular people these were people that could probably buy 6 houses within a week and their bank account probably wouldn’t even get a dent in it, you on the other hand would take 60 years to do that and even then you would have to sell your soul to the devil and sacrifice your firstborn child to afford it. You wouldn’t even have been that bothered but the people here had a way of saying how much more money they had then you.

“So like what do you do for a living?” some girl wear a giant pearl necklace asked staring at me, most obviously judging me. “I am a makeup artist” I said looking over at her. “Oh that must be… interesting. Does that make a lot of money?” now I remember why I didn’t bother learning her name, this bitch felt the need to judge me and what I choose to do with my life. “Yeah well it makes enough,so you know it’s whatever.” I said trying to snap on her. “Oh… that’s nice” she said, I really didn’t care anymore I just need more alcohol and less of these people.

I decided to stop at the bar and grab another drink and go back to my boyfriend at the VIP section. “Hey babe, how it going?” Jiyong asked. “I’m getting really tired of pretending i’m not evil” I said sipping on my drink, he laughed and smiled down at me “what do you mean?” I turned towards him and just sighed. “It doesn’t matter, you know what I’m just tired of some people.” I said looking up at him, smiling lightly. “I’m not even gonna ask let’s just enjoy the rest of our night.” he might but I sure as hell wouldn’t.

We went back downstairs to enjoy the rest of our night and later went back to the VIP area because we were both getting tired. Looking over I noticed the girl from before trying to get into the VIP area, where the bouncer wouldn’t let her. She screamed at him something about her getting him fired and did he even know who her daddy was? She glanced over noticing me sitting on the couch next to my boyfriend. “You won’t let me in, but you will let in someone like THAT” she said pointing over at me. Ji sat up behind me and looked over at her glaring slightly “do you want me to do something about that” he said looking down at me. “No it’s fine I will deal with it myself” I stood up walking over to her. She glared over at me and watched me make my way over to her. “I don’t understand why you are in here, but they won’t let me in.” she said crossing her arms. I laughed and looked at her my speech coming freely with the help of the alcohol on my system. “Maybe I’m in here because my boyfriend is Gdragon” I smiled watching her mouth drop open “what!” she looked furious. “Yeah but that’s none of your business or maybe its because I’m actually a decent human being” I laughed, turned around and walked back over to my boyfriend. 

He smiled at me after I sat back down and chuckled “what was that baby?” he asked. I just smiled and looked buck up and said “I told you I could take over the world if I wanted to, lucky for you I lack motivation” He smiled “ I’m sure you could babe, I’m sure that you could.”

Hope you enjoyed it! I think it turned out pretty ok.

Essays in Existentialism, Customs

lexa asks abby for clarke’s hand in marriage

“And you are certain that is how it is done?” Lexa watched Lincoln nod. “They leave such things up to those not involved?” Another nod. “I hate so many things about them.”

“Yes, heda,” he agreed before she waved him out.

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This request was so much fun! Thank you to the anon who requested it and feel free to send any more! Enjoy x

I sighed as I walked into the house I shared with me fiancee, Joe. Just the thought of getting cuddled up onto him after a shitty day at the office made me bubble up inside. I frowned as I heard some ruffled voices coming from the living room. I was about to walk in but stopped when I heard my named. “Oh my god, guys! You aren’t helping right now!” Joe spoke, a small hint of panic in his voice which made me confused. “Y/N is going to be so mad at you!” Josh said, earning some laughs from our friends. “I think you can say goodbye to your marriage, mate.” Conor said and I heard Joe sigh. “Oh gods. Don’t say that!” Joe snapped and I froze. What the hell? “You need to tell her, like right now.” The younger Maynard joined in and I was getting worried. What the fuck has he done? I took a deep breath and joined them, frowning as I met Joe’s panicky eyes. “Tell me what?” I asked and all of the boys snapped their heads in my direction, all exchanging a few looks.  

“Oh, love, you’re here.” Joe said, looking either disappointed or petrified. I made a few steps towards them, a weird tension hanging in the air. “We’ll leave you to it.” Oli spoke, looking between Joe and I as he made his way to another room, followed by Josh. “Leave him to what?” I wondered, looking between all of them but waiting for Joe to explain what was going on.  I was so anxious and nervous to know what he had to tell me that I didn’t even notice the mess they had made and my eyes went wide as I looked around the room. “Is someone going to explain what happened here?” I said, looking at all of them and the rest of the boys made their way into the other room. Caspar stopped as he walked past Joe and patted his shoulder. “Good luck, bro.” His best friend said and left us alone.

I frowned, dropping my bag to the floor eyeing Joe as I waited desperately for an explanation. Joe walked closer and sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “Joe, whatever it it please just say it. You’re scaring me.” I admitted , relaxing as his eyes softened slightly. “I am so sorry, love please don’t get mad.” He started and I frowned as I felt the nervousness in his voice. “I kind of lost our engagement ring.” Joe blurred out and I felt my heart shrink. No, he has not, I thought. “What?” I replied, blinking a few times before looking over the room once again, picturing what had actually happened. “Y/N, I am so sorry. The boys and I have been looking for it all day long and there’s still no trace of it.” Joe explained and I felt my eyes watering at the thought. “Did you just really lose the most precious thing we had?” I spoke and Joe’s eyes felt to the floor as I let myself collapse on the couch.

I couldn’t believe he had lost it. The only thing I told him to be really careful with because it meant the world for the both of us and he had to lose it. My chest was suddenly filled with disappointment. I did cherish this ring more than anything. I mean, it was the thing that Joe had put around my finger after asking me to marry him. Of course, it was important.

I felt the couch shift slightly as Joe sat next to me, reaching for my hand but I brushed him off. “Love, I’m really sorry.” Joe said, softly and I looked up to him. “Joe, I know but it’s our engagement ring. It’s the only thing I told you to be careful with when I took it off this morning. I just- I can’t believe you lost it.” I said as a tear ran down my cheek. I could read the guilt in Joe’s eyes and I couldn’t be mad at him. It went silent for a few minutes as a few more tears came out and this time as Joe reached for my touch, I grabbed his hand and wiped my eyes. “But we can still buy a new one! We’ll choose it together or we could -” Joe rambled but I cut him off. “No, we can’t pick another one. What made it special is that you bought it for me and that you proposed to me with it. We can’t just buy a new one, Joe.” I spoke as I leaned onto him. “What are we gonna do?” Joe questioned and I shrugged, closing my eyes and hoping it was just a nightmare.

As I looked up to watch him again, I frowned at the expression on his face. “I feel so bad.” Joe said but his side smirk was showing and I was confused. I jumped slightly as I heard Mikey coming in, smile across his face. He walked to us and my frown only grew as I looked between him and Joe who was biting his lip. “I may or may not have been keeping this in my pocket the whole time.” Mikey said as the other boys came in and started to laugh. As soon as my eyes felt on the ring that Mikey was handing me, I got up and noticed the camera that Caspar was holding. I knew what was going on now. “You bloody idiots!” I yelled, throwing a pillow at them. “I genuinely feel so bad.” Joe said, laughing as I was trying to hide my own smile. “I hate you so much.” I stated, hitting his arm playfully. “All of you.” I continued, looking at all of the boys as I took the ring and put it around my finger carefully, smiling as I admired it for a second.

They were all bloody idiots but deep inside, I knew how much I loved them and I also knew that I would never take this ring away again. Ever.

❮So, Rachel, what’s new?❯ Tobias called, sounding, if possible, even jumpier than I felt.

I blurted out the only new thing I could think of. ❮Well, a guy named T. T. asked me to go to the movies with him.❯

WHAT? What made me say that?

If I could’ve kicked myself, I would have.

❮T. T., huh? What does that stand for? Troubled Teen? Total Turmoil? Terrible Trauma?❯ Tobias said sarcastically.

❮I don’t know and I don’t particularly care,❯ I shot back, irked by his attitude.

❮Well, you should care if you’re going out with him,❯ Tobias said.

❮Well, if I was, then I would,❯ I snapped.

❮Oh.❯ Silence. ❮Why aren’t you going out with him?❯

❮Why do you want to know?❯ I countered. I could play that game, too.

❮I don’t, I’m just making conversation,❯ he said. ❮We can’t exactly turn on the TV and veg out.❯

❮Well, if you don’t want to know, then I’m not going to tell you,❯ I said.
—  Book #27: The Exposed, pg. 106 (by K.A. Applegate)
Ducts? Ducts. (Clint Barton x Reader)

(Requested by anon) Reader and Clinton are crawling through the air ducts to play a prank on tony and Clint’s bow gets stuck? Something happens after idk
Warnings: swearing
A/N: when you say “something happens after,” i’m wondering what you mean, like is it fluff, smut, major character death-there’s so many possibilities ;) ok, but also i looked up how big air ducts are and theyre so fucking tiny (like 3x3 and even that’s huge so just imagine steve trying to fit and his shoulders dont make it past the opening im dying lmao). ok, so i can tell you what happens with clint and his bow is very, very accurate lmao (i’ve done it so many times and i’ve knocked out my braces bracket and busted my lips so yeah-not while crawling in a duct but u get my drift) REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR SHIPS, PREFERENCES, IMAGINES, ONE SHOTS, ETC! :)

“‘It’ll be fun,’ he said,” I muttered to myself, mocking his voice in a much higher octave. “'It’ll be safe,’ he said,” I mimicked with a scoff. “Let’s just climb into the FUCKING DUCTS,’ this dumb idiot said.”

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...Oh Robbie Kay Imagine

I sat at my desk in my dorm room, I looked at my phone and saw my friend Ashlee was facetiming me. 

“ROBBIE KAY!” She screamed when I answered.“Yes! what about him?” “He hates roller coasters! I’m upset, I love roller coasters.”

 “I know he hates them, and honestly same I use to like them then I read Deaths at Six Flags and developed a fear of heights.” 

I said scrolling through Robbie Kay imagines. “I’ve been reading fanfictions since last night.” 

she said in a high pitched voice. I laughed and saved a picture of him to my computer. 

“I wrote a imagine last night.” I said sending it to her. “Oh! hold on lemme read it.” she said and went silent as she read. 


I shrugged. “He’s hot and famous.” I said and looked at the time. “Oh snap gotta blast! I’ll talk to you later!” 

I said to ashlee and hung up. I put my phone in my pocket before grabbing my coat and leaving my room.

Time Skip

I caught my breath before I opened the door to the cafe. I walked in and saw a blonde sitting at a table, facing away from me.

 I snuck up behind him and bent down to his ear. “Hi” I said, making the man jump. He turned around and smiled.

 “(Y/n) Hello! I missed you.” He said standing up to hug me. “Hey Robbie, missed ya too man,”

I said returning the hug. I sat down across from him. and took off my coat. 

“One (F/d)” he said handing me a cup. “Your amazing.” I said taking a sip. “So gimme the what haps bro” I said smiling. He chuckled.

 “Nothing to bad, I was in front of a loud child on the flight back,” He said and sighed, I laughed.

 “Well who knows, maybe that child will grow up to be your landlord, and will give you a month’s free rent for kicking the back of your seat.”

I said using my creative mind. He laughed and took a sip of his drink. I realized I needed to pee, so instead of peeing in front of my hot best friend I stood up.

 “I gotta use the bathroom, be right back.” I said and walked to the bathroom.

Robbie’s Pov

I watched her leave to the bathroom, and sighed when I didn’t see her. ‘Man I didn’t realize how much I missed her.’ 

I thought to myself. We’ve been friends since her family moved in next me in 6th grade, and I’ve loved her all the years we’ve been friends.

 I was day dreaming about (Y/n) when her phone brought me out of my thoughts. 

‘She didn’t take it.’ I knew I shouldn’t look at her phone, but were best friends.

 I looked at her lock screen and saw a Tumblr alert. ‘evanislyfe noted ‘Robbie Kay SMUT imagine’”’

It read. I unlocked her phone and looked at the story she wrote. 

I turned red reading it, and looked up seeing (Y/n) coming back. I exited out of Tumblr and put her phone back.

Your Pov  

“Sorry I took so long, there was only three stalls and they were all being used” I said sitting back down.

 “N-No problem.” He said. I looked at his face and saw it was red. “Robbie are you feeling okay? Your all red.” 

I said putting my hand on his forehead. “I’m good.” He said, his voice cracking.

 “….Okaaay.” I said and leaned back in my chair. “So how’s college been?” He asked and I groaned.

 “It’s been, but I have this one Professor,” 

I vented about my professor and we sat in Starbucks for awhile, and caught up.


I sat at my desk again, Facetiming Ashlee. “When can I meet him?” 

Ashlee asked. “When my Robbie Kay SMUT imagine comes true.” I laughed.

 “Noooo (Y/n) pleasseeeee.” She pleaded. “Okay Okay, let me ask him out first, then you can.” 

“So never?” She groaned. “Hey! I have a more chance than you, he’s my best friend, plus I've known/Loved Robbie longer than you have.” 

“You love me?” I jumped and turned around.

 “R-Robbie.” I said. “Uh Ashlee I’ll call you back. “What? No (Y/n)!-” 

I hung up and turned back to Robbie. “W-Wha are you doing here?” I stuttered.

You left your scarf at Starbucks.” He said holding my scarf up. “O-Oh thanks.” I said standing up and taking it from him.

 “(Y/n) is it true?” “Is what?” I said looking at the ground. “Do you love me?” 

“Uh..Yeah.” I said quietly. He tilted my chin up to look at him.

 “I love you too, (Y/n).” “Wha, Really?” He nodded and leaned down, catching my lips in a sweet kiss. 

“I already knew you liked me though.” he said when we separated. “What How? I thought I did a awesome job hiding it.” 

“Robbie Kay SMUT imagine.” 

He said and I turned red.


Apologies and a Stolen Shirt

Title: Apologies and a Stolen Shirt

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 6K? I dunno, seems fake.

Warnings: Mild smut, Angst, panic attacks, past abusive relationship (hinted at), swearing

A/N: Reader is living with the boys after escaping an abusive relationship and suffers from PTSD and panic attacks. IF THAT IS TRIGGERING THEN PLEASE DON’T READ! This was written to help me work through some shit in my past. It’s cool if you aren’t into that. I originally wrote this with the idea it would fit into a series, but now I’m not so sure. FEED BACK WOULD BE LOVELY AND ENCOURAGED!!


Dean slammed me onto the floor, my head bounced off the concrete floor.

“Fuck Dean!” I shout, attempting to push him off of me. He applied more pressure to me and kept me pinned to my place on the floor. I struggled against his weight. A flashback played in my mind, causing me to panic. “Dean get off me please!” My voice was laced with fear and tears.

He growled, rolling off of me, “Come on, Y/N! You gotta get your head in it! You gotta try harder if you are going to come out and fight with me and Sam.” Dean stood and began pacing.

I quickly sat up. The memories of my past still plaguing me as I try to steady myself, but it was no use. My hands were shaking and my heart was fluttering; I was beginning to hyperventilate. I tried to ignore all that and answer Dean, “Oh, I’m fucking sorry. I don’t recall ever saying I wanted to be a hunter!” Pressing my palms to my eyes to keep from crying, “I am perfectly happy staying in the bunker, doing research.” It wasn’t a lie. It was how I felt. But also, I just couldn’t put into words what was playing in my mind. I didn’t want talk about it for fear of losing myself in the memory totally.

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Unusual Protection

From this request: Could you do one with crowley (friendship ,no romance) where she gets hurt on a hunt so he gives her a hellhound to protect her and the boys dont like it at first but she keeps it anyway?


“Anything you need, Y/N?” Dean asked, watching you limp into the living room.

You shook your head and immediately regretted it. “No,” you said, carefully collapsing down onto the couch. “I just… need some rest.”

“Didn’t you just wake up?”

“Do you know how hard it is to sleep with a sprained shoulder and fractured wrist?”

“Fair point.”

“Hey,” Sam said, walking in. He looked over and saw you sinking down into the couch. “You look like crap, Y/N.”

“Good morning to you, too,” you said, leaning your head back and closing your eyes.

“It’s noon.”

You flipped Sam off with your good hand, earning a chuckle from both brothers.

“Anyway,” Sam said. “Got a hit on that string of deaths in Nebraska. You wanna head out?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll go grab my bag,” Dean said, standing. “Y/N, you gonna be okay here by yourself?”

“I’ll come with you,” you said, making to get off the couch.

“No you don’t,” Dean said, putting his hand on your good shoulder. “You’re staying here and recuperating.”

“Mmm,” you grumbled. “If you insist.”

You laid there, listening and watching as the brothers gathered the things they’d need for the hunt. They packed up the car and reappeared in the living room. Sam set a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water on the coffee table before moving the television remote closer to you.

“All right, Y/N, we’re gonna head out,” Dean said. “You stay here and rest, heal.”

“I’ll text you and make sure you keep up with your pills,” Sam said.

“You take care of yourself,” Dean said, his voice turning into parental figure voice. “No excessive movement, you hear?”

“Yes, sir.”

Each of the boys bent down and kissed the top of your head before heading out. You listened as they made their way to the garage, the door shutting behind them. You reached out for the remote and tried to get comfortable on the couch.

A few hours later, you were surprised by a guest.

“Hello, darling,” Crowley said. “Oh, my. What happened here?”

You watched his eyes trail over the bruise around your left eye before traveling down to the sling on your arm.

“Last hunt was a little rough. I’ll be fine.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t look fine.”


Crowley stepped forward. “Didn’t you get roughed up on the hunt before last, too?”

“Perks of the job.”

Crowley was quiet for a few moments. “I’m worried about you, love.”

“Crowley, I’m fine. I’ve had worse.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do? Quit hunting?”

“Of course not. I’d rather you just accept a… little gift.”

“What’s that?”

Crowley snapped his fingers.

You looked around, wondering what had changed. Had you taken too many pain pills that had messed with your vision? “Um… what am I looking for?”

“Oh, right, of course,” Crowley said, snapping his fingers again.

Suddenly, you saw a giant black dog standing next to Crowley.

“What the hell?!”

“Easy, Y/N. Everything’s fine.”

“But… that’s… that’s a hellhound.”

“Correct. And she’s yours.”


“Hellhounds are wonderful at guarding people. Typically only demons control them, but…” Crowley looked down and patted the dog’s head. “I’ve convinced her to listen to you.”

“Um…” You froze as the dog approached you.

It lunged forward.

And nuzzled her head against your leg.

“She’ll be completely sweet toward you. But if she senses you’re in danger, she’ll attack at your signal.”

You carefully reached forward, setting your hand on the dog’s head. “What’s her name?”


You looked up at Crowley. “You’re kidding.”


It took some time to get used to living with a hellhound. But Crowley had been right—the dog was perfectly sweet to you, following you around the bunker. She even allowed you to put a tiny pink bow on her head, making you laugh.

A few days later, the boys returned, finding you on the couch.

“Hey, Y/N,” Sam said, walking in. “Feeling better?”

“Mmhmm,” you said, standing up and stepping over to give him a one-armed hug. “How was the hunt?”

“Pretty easy,” Dean said, stepping up behind Sam, beer in hand. He looked over your shoulder, his brow creasing. “Um… anyone else see the pink hair bow floating in midair, or am I already drunk?”

“Oh,” you said, glancing down at Joy. “That’s… there’s something I should tell you.”

“What is it?” Sam asked, concerned.

“Well, Crowley popped in while you two were away…”

“Dammit, I wish you’d stop being friends with that guy,” Dean said.

“Anyway,” you said, moving past his statement. “He… was concerned about my injuries. So he gave me something to help protect me on hunts.”

The boys stood, waiting for you to reveal the answer behind this mysterious floating bow.

“Boys,” you said, stepping over to Joy, placing a hand on her head. “This… is Joy.”

The boys stood for a few moments before Dean turned to his brother. “I think we need to take the pain meds away from her.”

You rolled your eyes. “Crowley gave me a hound.”

“What?” Dean asked, his eyebrows raising. “A hound? As in… a hellhound?”

You nodded.

Dean and Sam drew their guns, earning a growl from Joy.

“Easy, girl,” you said, stroking her head. You glared at the Winchesters. “Don’t you dare. She’s not gonna hurt you… unless I tell her to.”

“Yeah, right.”

“She’s right, Squirrel.”

The Winchesters turned, finding Crowley standing behind them.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Sam asked.

“And what the hell were you thinking, giving Y/N a hellhound?!” Dean asked.

“I was thinking that she needed more protection than you could give her.”

“Get it out of here.”

“I don’t think so, boys. Look at them—Y/N loves her, and Joy loves Y/N. Why, I’ve never seen a hellhound allow anyone to put anything on them, yet there she sits with a hair bow. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”

The Winchesters shared a look. They didn’t like this, but it didn’t appear that there was any way out of this.

“Fine,” Sam said. “Could… could you at least make it so we can see her? Y’know, in case the hair bow falls off….”

“Very well,” Crowley said, snapping his fingers. The boys looked over and jumped slightly upon seeing the hound. But they saw that the dog was actually… not very frightening. True, it was a giant black dog with beady red eyes, but it was sitting there with an expression that almost looked like a smile.

“I’m not cleaning up that thing’s poop,” Dean said, walking off to his room.

The Stage Was Set (Part 2)

Words: 2073

Summary: Jacob and the reader look into their lead at the local pub and jealousy ensues.

Warnings: Jealous/protective Jacob 

 Author’s Note: Thank you everyone for sticking with me! It’s been a bit difficult to write - I think I’m in a rut, but here it is. There’s going to be a 3rd part, so hopefully that’ll be up soon. I hope you enjoy!

The sun was beginning to set as you sat at a table pushed discreetly into the back corner of the packed pub. The faint chorus of drunken singing, along with the tiny paper clutched in your fingers, kept your spirits high as your eyes grazed over the paper with the hope that there would be some sort of helpful little secret in the dried ink. You were so excited you hadn’t even bothered to change out of the dress you had reluctantly gotten into that morning.

“Find anything?” Jacob’s voice rang lightly as he sat down across from you.

You didn’t bother to glance up at him as he slid a pint across the table towards you. It was only when he softly called your name that you met his eyes. They gleamed with a mixture of wonder and amusement as he leaned one elbow on the table and took a deep drink off of his mug.

“What? Oh, yes, I think so,” you said, snapping out of your reverie.

“And?” He made a motion with his hand for you to continue.

“Um, it appears he will be going down to the docks this evening to look at some cargo. Some of Starrick’s men will be in attendance,” you continued, setting the note down on the table.

“Well, I suppose we’ll have to make our own appearance then shall we?” Jacob asked, grinning.

“Oh no, I don’t think so. We will wait for my father to make a decision,” you quickly shot down the idea, taking a drink of your own beer.

Jacob scoffed openly as he set his mug down on the table, leaning over so you could better hear him in the crowded pub. “Now where is the fun in that?”

“Your idea of fun always ends up with me being shot at,” you grumbled, your gaze trailing from him to the note as you slipped deep into thought.

Getting word from your father would take a while, and it wouldn’t be difficult for you to slip unnoticed down to the docks where the cargo would be. Whether or not Jacob would let you go alone, however, was another story. Given that he had the uncanny ability to cause chaos wherever he went, you weren’t sure if that was the best decision.

“Come on, love. We can be in and out, no one would know the difference,” he urged, offering you a sly grin.

“Jacob Frye, you are impossible. You are about as stealthy as an ox, and I am still in a dress.“

“I’m hurt. Besides, you look lovely this evening if I may say so,” Jacob feigned offense, winking at you as he took another sip of his beer.

Your cheeks heated up in a rather noticeable blush, only causing Jacob’s grin to grow further until you kicked him under the table. His muffled grunt of surprise pain was enough to quiet him down, giving you an opportunity to look back at the note. It gave no other information, though part of you hoped staring at it would make something new and exciting appear.

The silence between the two of you was short lived as the young assassin straightened noticeably, his expertly trained eyes picking out a man on the opposite side of the room with ease. “What do we have here?” he asked in a low tone, gesturing for you to look up with a flick of his head.

You glanced over your shoulder at the man that had just entered the pub; he was sorely out of place in the lower end establishment. The jacket he wore was easily worth more than the money you and Jacob had combined, and the way his pants were expertly pressed made you wrinkle your nose. Then it clicked as you glanced back to the table.

“I think that may be one of Starrick’s,” you whispered, taking a slow drink from your mug as you tried to glance back at the man out of the corner of your eye.

“Well, let’s go say hello, shall we?” Jacob asked, moving to stand.

“No!” you exclaimed, quickly lowering your voice as Jacob gave you a bewildered look.

He slowly lowered himself back into his seat, settling unhappily as you placed your hand against his bracer. Predictably, his brow creased in a frown as his focused his sharp hazel eyes on you.

“Allow me. I have a feeling he’s going to tell me a lot more than he’s going to tell you,” you urged, standing up.

“And what are you going to protect yourself with, love?” he asked, drumming his fingers against the wooden tabletop.

“I won’t need to if I’m a simple lady. Just stay here, please, and watch my back while I try to get him out into the ally way.” You fixed him with your own disgruntled frown as he opened his mouth. A protest didn’t quite make its way from his throat, however, as he slowly closed it again.

Instead the young assassin grumbled under his breath, but remained where he was, begrudging the fact that your charm would be all you needed to lure the Templar from the pub. His eyes narrowed as you walked away from him, your hips swinging with a bit more flare than they usually would as you gracefully waltzed over to the man.

He leaned against the bar, his hat sitting on the counter beside him as he took a mug from the bartender. There wasn’t any sense of nervousness or uncertainty about him, and that put you slightly on edge. A man that looked as nice as himself should have been at least a little wary in the seedy pub he had stepped into. Then again, he was Starrick’s man, and being around Blighter thugs would have certainly desensitized him to them.

Wetting your dry lips slightly with your tongue, you put on a smile and stepped up beside him. “Beg your pardon, sir, I couldn’t help but feel I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you new?” you asked, putting that sickly sweet tone in your voice.

The man glanced over at you, his eye lazily trailing from your face down your neck and to your chest and then back up again. A sense of disgust washed over you, but you expertly hid it as you kept up the charming facade. He offered you a slight look of uneasiness as your hand crept its way up to his, brushing oh so gently across it as you took a mug from the bartender.

“I don’t come here often,” he managed to force out as he took a sip of his pint.

You laughed lightly as you took a sip as well before setting the mug down gently onto the counter. The laugh rang pleasantly, putting the man somewhat at ease as his shoulders visibly relaxed. “I thought not. Please, do tell why a man such as yourself is in a place like this,” you pushed, probing for information.

“Business,” he said simply.

“It always is. Do you have a name?”


“Well, Charles, may I sit with you until you’re finished with your business?”

Once again his eyes trailed over you, leaving an unpleasant itch along your skin. Finally, after a brief few tense moments, he nodded and sat down on one of the stools, leaving you to pull out your own. Not quite the gentlemanly type, but no matter - you would get what you wanted out of him one way or another, and alcohol was just the way to do it.

You shamelessly drank with him, pacing yourself as you watched him down pint after pint. Eventually his tongue loosened as he told you of his meeting with your former target on the docks later that evening. His hands also became loose and bold as they moved somewhat awkwardly across your arm, as if there was a promise of company later on as he continued to talk to you.

Keeping in line with your act, you simply offered small smiles and giggles, gentle teasings as you graciously and subtly deflected his advances. You barely noticed Jacob across the pub, his entire body rigid with something he couldn’t quite place. His stomach knotted itself tightly with every touch the Templar placed along your flesh, and not a drop of alcohol would loosen it. Instead he felt ready to shove his hidden blade into the Templar’s throat as far as it would go.

The young assassin’s hazel eyes were fixed on you, hardening as the Templar’s hand moved to the small of your back, bringing you to your feet. Jacob rose as well, blending in among the Rooks and other patrons as he slipped out the back and moved around the building into the ally way.

You walked with your arm linked with the Templar’s, your gait stiffer than it had been in the pub. Your uneasiness, something you rarely ever showed while on a mission, immediately set Jacob on edge as he approached a bit more quickly than he would have otherwise. The Templar’s hands were beginning to roam as he tried to pull you down a side street, eliciting an angry shout from your lips.

In the blink of an eye Templar was ripped away from you and shoved up against the wall. The assassin’s fist deftly met the Templar’s face with a sickening thud, and more than once as the Templar attempted to defend himself. “Don’t touch her,” Jacob growled low, his face mere inches from the Templar’s as he bore his teeth in a feral snarl that surprised even you.

“So what did our friend here have to say?” Jacob asked, forcing you out of your stupor as he pressed his arm against the Templar’s throat while his hidden blade threatened to slice open his belly.

“There will be a meeting at the docks in less than an hour. The cargo is a mixture of weapons and explosives,” you confirmed, still torn between confusion and uncertainty as you rubbed your hands up and down your arms to relieve the chill that was beginning to set in.

“Excellent,” Jacob said. “Anything else you would like to share?”

“Just wait until Starrick gets a hold of you, boy,” the Templar spat, blood flying from his swollen lips.

“Oh, I can’t wait,” Jacob taunted, slipping his blade in between the Templar’s ribs. The pained grunts, something you were so used to hearing, made you glance away as Jacob lowered the dying man to the cobblestones. He was a Templar, his death was necessary; you couldn’t risk him showing up and blowing your cover, but it didn’t make it any easier as Jacob straightened up, brushing off his jacket.

“Are you alright?” he asked, glancing at you.

“I… Yes, I’m fine. You didn’t have to beat on him. I already had all of the information we needed,” you spat, folding your arms across your chest.

“He put his hands on you,” Jacob growled, turning now to face you, his shoulders squaring.

“I can handle myself, Jacob.”

Without warning he grabbed a hold of your arm, crushing you against his chest as his lips met yours in a hot desperate kiss. You barely had time to react before he pulled away, leaving you breathless and flustered.

“You are jealous,” you sputtered, staring at him with bewilderment as he began to walk away from you.

“I am not. Now, I do believe we have a meeting to attend,” he said, holding his hand out to you as he cocked a brow.

“The great Jacob Frye, jealous of a Templar,” you mocked, taking his hand gracefully as he began to lead you down the ally way. “What will Evie say?”

Jacob couldn’t suppress the exasperated sigh that flew from his lips as he tried to ignore your taunting. The effort was in vain as he threw you an irritated glare, linking his arm with yours so he could lean in close, his breath ghosting over your ear. “I suppose she needs to know about how you fell off the roof yesterday,” he whispered.

“You wouldn’t,” you bit out, matching his glare.

“Oh I would, love. Now, let’s get you changed.”