i wish she had a last name so i could tag her properly

Taken [Chapter 10]


Pairing: Suho x Reader

Warnings: Language; may have triggering situations including sexual situations, abuse, violence, etc.

Summary: You were just a normal girl. You were just trying to get by. Until a rather unfortunate relationship brought you to the hands of Suho, the leader of the greatest mafia in the country.

PrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10
Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15
Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Epilogue

The first time he came, he already caught your attention.

He was incredibly handsome, so it wasn’t strange that he made an impression on you and the rest of the employees. He always seemed to have a gentle smile on his face, and emits a calm and comforting aura. He always came around sundown, when the rays of the dying sun comes pouring in through the bakery windows. It always made him seem like he glowed warmly.

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Better Off As Lovers (Philip x Reader)

Request: hi! could you maybe do a Phillip x Reader where the reader is the daughter of Jefferson or Burr, and either their parents catch them together? that’d be great!

TW: alcohol, allusions to sex

A/N: I know I didn’t follow the request exactly, but I already have something like it right here.


You smiled at the guests at the other guests at the ball. Your skirt swooshed as you made your way through the winding crowds. You finally make your way out of the crowd and sit in the garden, drinking your glass of chardonnay. You hated that your father made you go to these stupid balls with him. Ever since he started working under President Washington, then Adams, you had been forced to go to these balls that you dreaded. You were his only living family, so you really didn’t have a choice.

A man walked over and sat next to you, downing the contents in his glass as he did so. “I’m sorry-” he looked at you- “I didn’t realize that I would run into such a beautiful woman out here.”

You smiled slightly. “Quite the charmer. What’s your name?”

“Philip Hamilton.”

You nodded slightly. “(Y/N) Jefferson. I’ve heard quite a bit about your father.”

He chuckled. “I’ve heard much about yours, too. May I ask why you’re here with him instead of his wife?”

You looked down. “She died when I was young. It’s just the two of us.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He reached out to touch your shoulder, but you turned away.

“Save your apologies. I’m sick of them.”

He remained quiet, just staring at you.

You took a deep breath and attempted to change the subject. “I assume that you’re here, so your father can show you what it’s like to be a big government man.”

He nodded frantically. “I hope to be as successful as he is.”

The two of you sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few moments. There seemed to have been nothing to say. You both know that there is no use flirting because your fathers would tear you apart, yet that’s all you want to do. You never knew how to feel comfortable with someone else until this moment. All your life you had been surrounded by government men or people your father tried to set you up with. Nothing had been this intimate. This unscripted.

“Your father doesn’t know you’re here,” you commented.

“How did you know?”

You shrugged. “You would have left by now.”


That was months ago. You thought that would have been the last interaction you had with the Hamilton, but now…

You lie in his bed, resting your head on his bare chest, as he runs his fingers through your hair.

“I should probably head home; my father will be home soon,” you whisper, making no effort to move.

He kisses the top of your head. “I suppose.”

Neither of you moves, afraid to break this perfect moment. Slowly, though, you untangle yourself from him and grab your dress from the floor. He stands up and helps you tie your corset before kissing you and helping you out.

You make your way through town, stopping at a few stores to get the ink your dad told you to get.

You slowly push open the heavy door. “Father?” You open the door to his office, looking for him. Seeing no sign of him, you leave the ink on his desk and head up to your room, wishing you could be with Philip again. One of your maids knocks on your door. “Ms. Jefferson, you were out quite a long time to get ink.”

You laugh slightly. “You know I always make more than one stop.”

She shakes her head slightly. “Well, that doesn’t excuse your wrinkled dress, and what happened to the corset?” She starts helping you undress, so she can properly look at what happened to your clothing. “You were with that boy again, weren’t you?”

You smile, as your cheeks turn pink. You change into the slip she gave you.

She sets the dress on your bed and looks at you. “Your father will have a cow when he finds out.”

You rush over to her. “No, he can’t know. I love Philip too much for father to find out.”

Just as you finish your sentence, your father walks in. “What am I not supposed to know?”

Your maid thinks of an excuse quickly. “That she ruined yet another corset.” She quickly walks out, while your father stares at you.


You look down. “I’m sorry, father. I was taking a walk after I got your ink, and it got caught on a branch.”

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You can’t keep doing this (Y/N).”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just-”

“You’re getting married Thursday.”

You look up at him with wide eyes. “No! You can’t do that! I’m in love! You can’t just marry me off to a man who I can’t love!”

He stares at you. His tone becomes deadly serious. “You’re in love?”

You take a deep breath. “Yes. I am in love.”

“Who is he?”

You look down. “Philip.”


“Yes, father.”

He shakes his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe it. My daughter, in love with a Hamilton. Do you not realize what he is capable of?”

You give him a quizzical look. “What do you mean?”

“Do you not remember the pamphlet from his father a few years ago?”

“Philip’s not like that!” You turn to leave, but your father closes the door.

“But he could be! I’m not letting you see him anymore! You will not get your heart broken by him. Listen, Mr. Eacker is in the parlor, and I expect you to get dressed and be on your best behavior.” He leaves you alone and sends your maid back in.

“Ms. Jefferson?” She sits next to you as you start sobbing.

“He-he’s making me marry Eacker.”

She pulls you into a hug. “Not if I can help.”

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enjoy bby!! it’s unedited so sorry for any mistakes!

79. “My name isn’t Leslie…Who’s Leslie?”

Flings weren’t really Y/N’s thing. Anyone who knew her was aware of that. Niall most certainly was aware of that. Yet the mistake wasn’t really his because she had been the one to bring similar matters up and she couldn’t blame him for wanting to be a decent friend.

How the topic had come up was still a bit fuzzy in her mind because it had emerged at nearly 3 AM in the morning on a spring break week day, only after the both of them had consumed an unhealthy amount of tequila shots followed by Sierra Mist chasers.  

“I just realized I haven’t been laid in 87 years.” Y/N hiccups all of the sudden, starring emptily at the fizz left over at the bottom of her most recent soda shot as a dull ringing buzzes around the inside of her skull. “Like, for real. I think the last time was around, like, Halloween…”

Niall flits his glazed blue eyes at her’s for a second, his head tilted back and too busy balancing a NASA shot glass on his nose to give her a proper look. “Liam’s Halloween party, right…? No…wait, yeah! You went upstairs with that footie player visiting from Doncaster! Logan? Luke?”


He sits up abruptly as if he’s just had an epiphany, the tiny cup flying off his nose and landing a few yards away and she’s thankful the floor is carpeted. “That’s right, Louis! Mate’s got some sick moves. He’s kinda small and lanky– slippery as hell, that’s for sure.”

Y/N crawls over to him, laying down on the ground with her head in his lap, sighing blissfully at how warm his thighs are. “He’s not small at all somewhere else.”

Niall’s laugh is loud, spontaneous and bubblier than the lime pop, his hands giving her shoulders a rough, playful shake at the dirty blatancy. “Atta girllll! Was it good?”

She shrugs one shoulder, playing with a loose thread on the denim of his ripped jeans. “Wasn’t bad or anything. He’s really good with his tongue. Pretty thick, too, on both ends.”

“S’weird. Usually baseball players have the best arses.” His fingers sift into her hair, untangling that knots gently, causing a hazy fog of relaxation to wash down her muddled mind. 

His words suddenly hit her and she flips around in his lap, head tilting higher to the side in order to look up at his looming face. “Wait, you were checking out his butt?”

Niall scoffs unbelievably, rolling his eyes. “Weren’t you? Was just comparing, s’all, so don’t go sending me closet door emojis.”

Y/N smirks softly, giving a demanding hum to cue him to start playing with her hair again. A few minutes pass by of comfortable silence, Niall massaging her scalp as he sneaks sips from the liter of Sierra Mist. He speaks up first.

“I’ve got a guy, y’know?”

“Hmm?” She hums absently, eyes lulled shut as she draws lazy patterns on his pants leg. “You say stuff like that and expect me not to think you’re gay?”

“Sod off. I mean I’ve got a guy for you, if yeh want him. Moved here a couple weeks ago from Cheshire, studying to be a lawyer. He’s in my music theory class, can’t possibly imagine why, though. But he’s pretty chill and for some reason, he reminds me a lot of you. What with you liking to color coordinate your notes, obsessing over cats and wanting an anchor tattoo.”  

Y/N peels one of her eyes open, fueled by curiosity. “Sounds intriguing. Chesire, you say? England?” 

“No, Cheshire Cat. He lived up the cat’s arse.”

“Shut up.”

“Yes, England. And he really is intriguing. I think he’s the only person who could pair black skinny jeans with a Hawaiian dad shirt and look good.” Niall gives his legs a jerk, signaling for her to get up. “I invited him to the bonfire with us this weekend. You can see for yourself there. His name’s Harry.”

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Second Chance - Part Eight

Originally posted by queeniessgoldstein

Guys, I’m posting this from my new home in Florida! Whoot-whoot!

Thank you so, so much for your patience with me. My life has gotten incredibly hectic, and it’s taken me a while to be able to update. But it’s finally here, chapter eight of Second Chance! It will be a while before chapter nine comes out since I’ve got to unpack and apply for jobs and get settled in here. Thanks to all who have commented on this fic or messaged me–I still jump for joy when I get a notification that someone’s said something about it! Let me know if you want to be tagged in upcoming chapters! Special thanks to @sannvers who is busy with band camp and still managed to edit for me.

Title: Second Chance

Pairing: Eventual Gaston x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Words: 7,466

Summary: You try to stop Gaston from shooting the Beast and falling to his death, but you arrive too late to save him. As you sit there, sobbing, the Enchantress offers you a second chance to save him.

Tagging: @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night @with-a-hint-of-pesto-aioli@hobbithorse19@leah5684 @princessbelgoof @captainskyline @theoncergames@geeky-girl-394@were-allstoriesinthe-end084 @brooke-supernatural16@certainasthesvn@jordyhaley @superlokidwholock @smilesnjh @prongspower@bitchingqueenoferebor@scarletdarkholme @hemmingbaes @bae-kage @areuslow@lovelylpevensie@uknwwhttheysayboutthecrzy1s @moonbeams-and-pie @17gnomes-in-a-trenchcoat @superwholockedrosx @panda-reads-stuff @ultimatetrashlord@elenawrit@the7thsilence @blackxthexbeast @rainwing-galaxy @arkhamsnight @imoyu-trashblog @martapetrovic @ciaprincess @juggernaut-jones@fangirlx26@fangirlx26 @epicfallenismine @izzymaria1994 @loveablelulu13 @malfoy-milkovich-royalty @kylorenlover15 @banana-cat @withouthannah @stone0502 @shiroyuki18 @thestrugglesofateenagedirtbag @lainris @banana-cat @samaxraph99 @honey-badger-dont-give-a@daisiesflower @afairytaledreamer @flufycorn384 @lovelyturtle36 @kairi73 @aerondrage @softbcky @pnchingwalls101 @chalatea @crowleysfavoritehuman @afairytaledream @silverwingedfox @asymmetrical-flower-child @my-whataguythat-gaston @elyza-jeanette @migirl323 @soulgirl518 @betterlattethennever @bonemarrow-writes 

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Toxic Love

Part Five (1,500 words)

Part [1] [2] [3] [4]

Pairings: ReaderxJensen, JensenxDanneel, JaredxGen

Warnings: Jealously, cheating

Summary: Jared organises a night out not knowing what’s going on and things get pretty heated.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“Oh, c'mon!“ Jared was currently following you around set, barely ever two steps behind you as he continued to beg.

“No way Jar.” You shock your head, a slight chuckle escaping you. He had persistence, you had to give it to him.

“Please!” He threw his arms up in exclamation, his eyes huge in a way to persuade you.

“Those Sam Winchester puppy dog eyes have no effect on me Padalecki.” Despite what you said he stopped you dead in your tracks, his hands on your shoulders as he knelt down to you height causing you to shake your head. “Still not happening.” 

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New Friends

This RP takes place between a young Kisara and @little-noko‘s character, Finch.

This is actually a snippet from a much longer interaction, but due to spoilers, the previous events will not be shared, but a short summary can be given. 

Finch, injured and hurt, was found on the street and spent a few weeks recovering in the hospital. Unable to locate his family, he was released to an orphanage when he was well enough.

Finch is aged 12, Kisara 13 in this setting. 

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Why representation matters

The moment you realise each year has been defined by an otp, their ups and downs and you learned so much from it that it changed your life forever:

2013: S.S Endurance
2014: Ellie & Riley | Korrasami
2015: Pricefield
2016: My own life!
2017: Sanvers

I know these ships are all f/f but believe me, each of these has been the reason I could get further into understanding myself.

Lara Croft has been my fave female character when I was a kid and teen; she was the coolest; a tomboy, an adventurer with plenty of skills, making a name for herself without the need of anyone else tagging along. Her relationship with Sam in the reboot was the reason I started feeling that “shit, all these things I’ve felt before - maybe I’ve been lying to myself all this time…maybe I’m not straight at all…but how do you define not caring about people’s genders and falling for the person and personality instead?”

Ellie Williams was further proof girls could be powerful and meaningful on their own. She survives the apocalypse, is a 14 yo badass and she inspired me to always fight for what I felt was right - my calling in life. Even if it didn’t happen in the end! And her story with Riley brought me joy and tears alike, knowing how much they meant for one another but also, how it never made it a big deal of their sexuality because the feelings and subtle gestures were all making their affection for one another clear from the start. Ellie and Lara were also the reason I became an archer.

Korrasami was going hand-in-hand with me accepting my sexuality. I saw these two badass ladies do all these amazing things and ultimately, even after years of waiting, they could let their life start properly and together. Asami didn’t stop caring about Korra when she was broken and needed healing - she gave her time, patience and when Korra felt better, they could start as if they never separated in the first place. It was so inspiring… I cried for days about the ending. It has changed my life for the better forever. I knew that things could sometimes take time, that not all starts were flawless and full of joy and also, that two women together were a force to be reckoned with.

Pricefield saved my life in a way, giving me a fandom and friends to love deeply…man, I’ll never be able to express how much their story, the depth of it all, means to me. It came to define the best part of my life, which by the way started with me wishing to drop out of Uni and almost ending that way too. Their story, love and determination is what had me pushing. For a while, Life is Strange was the only thing but ultimately, it led me to friends so dear and a relationship with a woman so wonderful I’ll never, ever, know how I came to deserve that. I just know it allowed me to take risks and steps toward my own happiness, ultimately the best months of my life, and my coming out to my parents. This ship was also the reason I seriously pushed myself to draw more and become a better human artist!

And now, Sanvers is happening. Supergirl is creating a healthy, realistic relationship between two adult women and their nearest and dearest. It is giving a valid reflection of how people feel in these situations, both Kara and Alex + Maggie alike and my god, I’ve never recognised myself in any series more than I have in this one. I love it more than I can express and I’m just so happy kids get to grow up knowing the values and love that stand as a base for this show.

I’ll be honest: I know that romance and/or being in a relationship isn’t for everyone. I don’t want this post to be gaycentric or anything. What I mean is; representation in media is so, so important! No matter if it touches upon sexuality, mental issues, gender identities, family problems or introduces a variety of dynamic characters of different skin colour, ethnicity and religion or the lack thereof. It’s important to show that everyone is different, that there isn’t a mold that we all need to fit. So many teens get to grow up finding themselves in popular media more and more often - but it’s still far from perfect. However, we are perfect just as we are and we shouldn’t need to feel pressured to be somebody else just because that’s what the world likes to watch on TV.

Tropes are an issue. Lack of variety in shows is another. Ace/aro characters are barely anywhere to be found and neurodivergent people are made to look like some freaky monsters while in reality being just as awesome, important and caring as the neurotypicals - just needing understanding from people who don’t feel or struggle the way they do!

Representation, guys. It matters. Proper representation saves lifes. It gives people hopes when they can’t make their lives better at the point in time. It helps them understand themselves. It educates people about people if done well!

Fucking sprinkle that stuff everywhere, it doesn’t hurt the media - it makes it popular and loved.

And if you read it all - thank you for taking the time

Cheating series: Yoosung x Mc [Part 4: Saeyoung Ending]

Sooo guys! Seven’s ending is here! You wonder why I use both Seven and his real name Saeyoung? That’s because he’s most known as Seven or 707, but depends on situation, I use his real name because he wants it (if you played his route, you know it right?)

Tagging @lennyloekyto because she doesn’t want to miss any updates lol. Such a cutie <3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Yoosung Ending

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Seven’s POV:

“I will talk to him, Seven.”

MC said, her voice weak and hoarse from all the crying. At that moment, I couldn’t help but feel my heart broken into pieces like a shattered glasses. She would probably forgive Yoosung and come back to him since she wanted to talk to him. She was too nice of a person. Honestly, Yoosung didn’t deserve her. Why? Because he was just an innocent college student, he depended on her too much while taking her love for granted. He cheated on her with another woman that looked like Rika. Sure Rika was an important person for creating RFA, but that fact had changed ever since I found out the truth about Mint Eye. Right now, all I wanted was to take her into my arms and protect her from all harms. Last night when I came to Rika’s apartment, she was crying so much she couldn’t even speak properly, but I knew that she needed a shoulder to lean on. She was so vulnerable that I couldn’t just leave her alone. A part of me hate Yoosung for hurting MC, for breaking her heart. I wished I could be the person who can heal her wound. Hesitating for a moment, I nodded and went to open the gate for Yoosung. ‘This is the end, isn’t it? It’ll all be over once she’s done talking with him’. I thought to myself as he walked in, sadness was the only thing I could see on his face.

“I’ll leave you two alone then.”

I said then turned on my heels to return to my dark and small room where I could hide my true self. I put on my headphones to block out all the sounds. I didn’t work on my current task. Instead, I lied down on the bed and closed my eyes, recalled all the messages I exchanged with MC. I sighed ‘Haah…She would never choose me right? There was never a chance for me’. Little did I know, my wish was about to come true.

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Hitch a Ride Part 2. (Katlaska) - Vixen

So Im not sure if anyone other than me really wanted a sequel to Hitch a Ride (which you can find here) but  I really love this fic tbh, its one of my favourites. Id like to give a shout-out to Boleyn, who sent me the loveliest message which completely inspired me and brought me out my little funk. You prompted me to write a fic for Vixen, and this is it really. As always, let me know what you think either here or on my sideblog. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing it -Vixen.

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We’ve Only Just Begun (1/??)

Notes: My fingers slipped. Have a BnHA fic

Summary: The world comes to a halt, everything torn apart, All-Might left as dust, Deku the last hero left standing. In this world the villains win. In a fit of desperation, Midoriya Izuku turns the clocks back. In a fit of desperation, he rewrites everything. TimeTravel!AU


Izuku huddles around the fire, shudders in his blankets. It’d taken him hours to find enough fuel to keep the fire flowing, embers sparking around. Maybe he should be wiser, shouldn’t leave the fire burning in the middle of the street, but well… It’s cold.

And the smoke offers a suitable smokescreen for any villains that make their way toward him.

He should have picked up extra layers when he’d been inside the city, but well… the evacuation had begun, and he’d thought everything would be over quickly. He’d focused more on the innocent civilians – how couldn’t he? - and so the thought of staying warm had never crossed his mind.

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Avenging Angel: Part 33

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1766

Warnings: Slight Dom!Sam dirty talk

A/N: @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba remember a few weeks ago when I was writing about Sam and dirty talk? Well, this was it. I figure it’s only fair that I post this today, after that gif you tagged me in this morning ;)

Avenging Angel Series Masterlist

“No.” Your father’s firm voice rang through the house. Curious, you put down your dolls and crept towards the stairs.

“Kemuny, this could be the one—“

“The one that could kill her! Victoria, we are done doing this. This discussion is closed.” As you peered around the corner, you saw your daddy standing up straight and resolute. He was never this serious. Whatever was going on between mommy and daddy must be very important. “We made our decision. I don’t care what that ass of a shifter says. We’re done. It’s for her safety. Our daughter’s safety.”

Mommy frowned. “But after everything we’ve done, this could—“

“Exactly. After everything we’ve done. She’s our daughter, not a petri dish.”


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The Journey Home... Cont.

NOTE: Sorry my loves that it has been so long since I’ve written! Life has been hectic the last few weeks. Can’t believe it’s already been a month since I’ve written! This story, and many others, have been on my mind though. Love you all and thanks for the support and continued reads <3 Extra delicious chapter in thanks for waiting! Plus, who doesn’t love some good loving… ahem…

Picking up in the Loki/Thor story after Avengers and the first Thor movie:) @nuggsmum @nuggsmumwriting @insanely-smart@lokiperfection@bladethevampier @t-hiddles @come-sailaway @vertdragain@the-haven-of-fiction @devikafernando @royallylazy @hsvbabe @archy3001 @inkededucatednnerdy @fairlightswiftly @devikafernando

Let me know if you don’t want to be tagged! Or if you do and I will happily add you! Thanks!

Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

Warnings: angsty Thor, telepathy, fluffy fluffy fluff, SMUT!! crying with delight over here, don’t shoot me for this!! 

Chapter 8: Rising

“LOKI!!” Thor roared as he approached the odd cluster of people. He saw his mother pacing about, a hand on her chin, thinking deeply. His brother with a lopsided grin, shrugging his shoulders at him and turning back to the apparently frightened girl who was a very pale blue. “What is going on here? Loki who is this girl, how are you are free of the cell, mother what are you doing? I demand answers!”

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+masterlist +mobile masterlist +shine masterpost

parts; (one)

summary: in which you fall in love with a prince that has already fallen for someone else.

word count: 1,373

warnings: none

author’s note: track the tag crowns ft calum for updates!!

“Your highness,” You hear a voice rocking you out of your well-deserved sleep. “Princess, wake up,” You groan in annoyance, covering your face with your noticeably cold hands. The voice you recognized as Clarke, one of your maids, kept repeating the same words like a mantra. “Your highness, it’s almost one in the afternoon,”

Once again, you let a distraught sound leave your lips as you finally get the energy to sit up and open your eyes, feeling the sore muscles around your neck react at the sudden movement. You were still on the lounge chair you sat on last night, but with a blanket lazily draping off your body. The sky was clear, yet the Sydney weather was colder than the usual temperature. You didn’t really remember the events last night, except for the parts with loud, obnoxious celebrities and a red-head streaking around your living room, so you didn’t exactly know why you found yourself sleeping on something else rather than your bed.

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You are mine

Originally posted by frentique

Originally posted by jonmoxlcy

Jeremiah Crane/ OC for: @pyschoticsexpot

Request: Lucha Underground with Jeremiah. He thinks he’s in love with Catrina but his true soul mate is Snow Iero (OC). 5'9, White hair, Ice blue eyes. A lot darker than Catrina could ever be.

Warnings: PG-13 Slightly dark in the sense that there is mentions of blood, sex, and curse words.

Do you know how sick it is to hear the person that you are completely in love with go fully insane over another woman? Hear them talk about every perfection they have. How they find the person’s demeanor enticing and having to hear what they would like to do to them? It’s fucked up. COMPLETELY fucked up.

Catrina is so beautiful.

Catrina has such a great body.

Catrina is so dominating. You think she is like that in bed too?

God what I would do to have her tongue lick every inch-

“Shut the fuck up Jeremiah” I was seething day after day I had to hear the same shit! What does he see in her anyways? She is weak. She had nothing on me. For fuck sakes I’m his soul mate! Jeremiah Crane is mine. Not hers! Will never be hers or anyone else. He was going to find that out real soon because if one thing is for sure Snow Iero is not someone you should fuck with.

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Two Prompt One-Shot #44

Prompt: She loved him and he loved her, but it wasn’t that simple. 
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word Count: 710
Warnings: Angst. Drinking. 

A/N: For one of Angelina’s (@atc74) celebrations, I offered two followers of her choosing the picks for my next two 2P1S fics. This was a pick by @arryn-nyx! I changed the prompt a little bit to fit where I wanted to put it in the story. Enjoy!

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I’ll Never Leave You. - Bucky x Reader

(Prompt list)

From : @aweways
prompt 3, 25, 27 with bucky? <33

3 – “Don’t cry.”
25 – “Just please listen to me.”
27 -  “Are you still awake?”

Warnings - angsty? Dead family relative, swearing, crying (Reader and Bucky), cuddling, subtle mention of suicide, kissing, fluff at the end!

Originally posted by godtheskylookssad

Summary - You find out a family member had been killed by HYDRA. You get incredibly scared and over think, thinking now that everyone will leave you to live alone but Bucky makes sure that you know that isn’t true.

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Originally posted by kimtaehvngs

note: yoo this is the longest thing ive ever written on this account im so happy w it so please come talk to me about it i cRAVE FEEDBACK

pairing: calum and y/n

word count: 3.8k (yeAHHH BOIII)


Calum was the type of guy to hit it and quit it, but in the nicest way possible. He’d be sweet with them, try to get it through their head that they were nothing more than a fuck, and that it wasn’t them, it was Calum who was incapable of reciprocating feelings. Even if he did state that this was always a one time thing, maybe a couple more times if it was really good, some girls really did fall in love with him, at least that’s what he thought.

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Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #14

Rules: You can find past rec lists here. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

Cat on a Cake by BlueRoboKitty
Words:  2,991
Summary:  Keith just turned eighteen, and he’s probably the least one in the group excited about that.
My Comments: Aww, such a cute team-as-family fic. Everyone just wants Keith to be happy, and he’s very weirded out by it all, but pleased in the end.

Burning Bright by RaccoonDoom
Words: 2,221
Summary: For an anon request on my tumblr: “Can you do a klance fic where Keith is sick and Lance is surprisingly good at taking care of him despite his mood swings and bouts of delirium?” Not exactly what they requested but eh close enough. The first time sickness hit the team, it hit Keith. Hard. At least it’s easier to be sick when you have a team than when you’re alone in the desert.
My Comments: Keith doesn’t know when to ask for help, but fortunately he doesn’t have to. Lance acts exasperated, but I think he secretly likes being needed, and he’ll step in wherever he can.

Keith Alone by cheshireree
Words: 5,328 
Summary: Keith grows up alone, then he gains a family. It somehow becomes a cycle. Vent fic.
My Comments: Very sad at the beginning, but well-written backstory and character study. This history for Shiro and Keith makes a lot of sense, and I loved the way Keith gradually came to accept the other paladins, too, and learn to interact with them. They have more in common than they believe at first.

The Laundry Pile by predilection
Words: 1,450
Summary: Pidge blinks at their laundry, nonplussed. “I wasn’t expecting that,” she tells them honestly. “It’s pretty,” Hunk says, his eyes wide with wonder.Lance just squints at the pile, his eyebrows furrowed like he can’t quite comprehend what he’s seeing. “Is our laundry supposed to be glowing?”
My Comments: IT’S A PALADIN CUDDLE PUDDLE FIC. I am such a sucker for these fics. Always have been, always will be.

Ablaze by waywardflower
Words: 5,297
Summary: He can’t burden them like this. He’ll be good, he’ll be fine by himself and he just has to show them that and they’ll leave him. Lance wants their attention, craves it, needs it to survive with his stupid omega body, but he can’t stand the thought of needing it. … Lance goes into heat.
My Comments: Platonic omegaverse fic! Whoda thunk. Insecure Lance gets taken for a ride by his body, and it takes concentrated effort from everyone else to keep him safe. Some of the speeches at the end felt deeply personal and heartfelt. This fic made me ache, but I liked it.

Take Only What You Need by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) for buttered_onions
Words: 2,129
Summary: By now, the team knows that if it’s anything less than debilitating, Shiro won’t admit to being sick. But they help anyway. (For ButteredOnions, based on the sick fic types list, specifically “With Kid Gloves On”)
My Comments: I really love it when the whole crew gets in on the “supporting one character who needs help” game, and this is a great one. Everyone is very careful not to force Shiro to accept their efforts, but they do exactly what he needs, even so.

The Ice Cream Discourse by amillionsmiles
Words: 2,194
Summary: “I think, seeing as we’re on a mission to stop the Galra empire from asserting their dominance over the entire galaxy, it’s kind of hypocritical for you to be imposing your opinion of certain ice cream flavors on others, Lance,” Pidge says. “There were too many words in that sentence for me to digest, Pidge.” “Listening to you gives me indigestion,” Keith offers, deadpan. // or: the one in which the team makes ice cream.
My Comments: Super cute! Nothing is quite the same in space, but everyone tries to make it feel like home. I especially loved Allura and Coran being introduced to the tradition.

Happiness by Skullnar
Words: 3,695
Summary: captured, Lance is left in a cell to rot. He expects torture, questioning, and threats. However, all he gets is a Galra named Keith, who just happened to be in the same cell as him. Lance is sure he is a spy, seeking to attain information. What he doesn’t expect, though, is to find himself befriending the Galra. (Galra!Keith. Comfort. Cuddles. Tears. Prisoners. Hope.)
My Comments: Klance, but can be read as gen. I really love the way Keith and Lance slowly come to trust each other, then to be friends. It would be really interesting to see how something like this would affect the team going forward. Everyone else might distrust Keith, but not Lance, who would be his advocate from the start.

Coran’s Wild Kingdom by Not_Jazz
Words: 1,250
Summary: Coran has been observing the human Paladins, and trying to understand how they work and act. Allura joins in, trying to further her understanding of those who are now charged with defending the universe. Well, that, and Allura is in desperate need of a break.
My Comments: I’m a big fan of exploring the differences between Altean and human culture, and this is a cute way to do it. Hints at Klance.

A Million Stars Apart by SerenePhenix
Words: 8,217 (WIP 2/?)
Summary: Lance usually could deal with a lot of things: being whisked away by a sentient alien ship together with friends, his hero and a rival, becoming part of an intergalatic war he had never known was even taking place, getting separated and reuniting with the closest thing he had to family in space…
Yeah, it was not nice but he could take it.
After surviving another incident with a malfunctioning wormhole, Lance finds himself in a position that might push him to his very limits. There are a lot of things he is unsure of but he knows with certainty that he does not wish to fail Allura or Coran in their quest to save the home they’ve lost.
My Comments: This is such a fascinating concept. After a wormhole malfunction, Lance finds himself having dreams of an apparent alternate universe where he’s Allura’s sick younger brother. (BTW, yes, I am a big fan of AUs where Allura is Lance’s mom or big sister. Love ‘em.) Trouble is, he’s not getting any rest during these dreams, so he’s getting exhausted in his regular life. Seeing as I have written over 100k about exhausted Lance getting pushed to his breaking point and beyond, you can imagine how I feel about this fic. I am a fan.

It Was Your Heart on the Line by mademoisellePlume
Words: 12,577
Summary: Hunk has been captured by the Galra - and the Paladins are going to get him back. or Home movies really aren’t what they used to be.
My Comments: In the same ‘verse as Little Monster, but not quite as dark. Still, mind the tags. But yeah, there’s heartbreak and hurt/comfort and some fascinating worldbuilding here, and I am drawn despite myself. (Don’t worry, Hunk ends up being okay. Upset, but okay. Shiro protects him, at cost to himself.)

Defenders of the Quidditch Cup by anavoli for the-smol-fast (princeassbodtercup)
Words: 2,505
Summary: Gryffindor v. Slytherin. The weather is perfect and the stakes are high. Who will win the coveted Hogwarts Quidditch Cup?–“WHAT THE HELL, LANCE?” Pidge’s voice booms over the loudspeakers. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? I’M NOT IN YOUR HOUSE AND EVEN I’M EMBARRASSED!”Hunk grabs hold of Pidge’s arms, preventing her from climbing out of the booth. The professors scramble to enchant the mic, five hexes hitting the booth at once, effectively filtering Pidge’s slew of profanities. “Biggest game of your life and you BLEEP BLEEP! BLEEP that was so BLEEP-ing stupid!” Pidge continues to yell. Hunk shakes his head, grabbing the mic from her grasp to continue the broadcast.
My Comments: Harry Potter crossovers are fun, you guys. Love Keith and Lance working together as a team while still being rivals. My only complaint is that it’s too short. I need a 100k genfic HP/VLD crossover, stat.

Powdered Cheeks by HiddenEye
Words: 6,294 (1/7)
Summary: “Lance,” Pidge started, wary and skeptical, as if she wasn’t sure she was hearing things right. “What is that?” He cleared his throat. “Hunk.”“He’s alive? What happened to him? And why does he sound like that?” The sobs were becoming louder now, and Lance felt his chest clench at the sight of Hunk using his pudgy hands to rub them across his nose and eyes, smearing fluid all over his face that he looked like an absolute mess. “He,” he paused, unsure how to word this properly. “changed.”
My Comments: ::happy gasp:: DE-AGED HUNK. I’m so excited, you guys. SO EXCITED. Tagged Hance, so I am hopeful for LOTS of Lance being adorable with tiny baby Hunk. I AM SO EXCITED.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated This Week:

Beast You’ve Made of Me by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Lance is a Teddy Bear by Untilwemeetinhell
When Rome’s in Ruins by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Little Monster by Demenior (now complete)
bombs and bullets by ashinan (THIS FIC IS SO GOOD. SOO GOOOOD.)
Waltz with Me by eggs_and_toast
Coming Undone by Emerald_Ashes
Kerberos did (not) succeed by GemmaRose
The Size Of Our Actions by buttered_onions
I’m Seeing Stars by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Engine Won’t Turn by yet_intrepid

{1} Bittersweet (Hercules Mulligan X Reader X Alexander Hamilton)

Pairing: Hercules Mulligan + slight Alexander Hamilton X Reader

Concept: You are a nurse in the Revolutionary War, and you find out that you are low on vinegar to disinfect the nursing tents. Washington tells you to go with Hercules and sneak into the one of the close-by British camps to steal some of their supplies, against your obligations.

Reader Gender: Female

Notes: ((it was so hard to pick who to pair in this like honestly i could fit anyone in this)) lets pretend that vinegar was super important, a lot of it together is flammable, Samuel Gay was treated to a clinic ((real person search her up)), and every bandage/cloth was white. As I was writing this I kinda accidentally made Alexander a love interest so um whoops :/ The whole thing is too long so it’s in two parts

Warnings: Mentions of war, blood, deep wounds, cursing, foul thoughts, and repetitive bittersweet endings.

Your eyes flared when yet another wounded man entered your tent, arms sprawled on a stretcher as his friends brought him in. It’s been twelve hours since you have even stepped out of the stuffy tent, so you didn’t know the kind of shit the Lobsters were throwing at you currently. Telling by the wounds of the soldiers and the cries from their pain, you could only deduct that it was something the army was not expecting.

“Miss (Last Name), I think we lost Mr. Gay.” said your frightened matron as she approached you from behind. You bit back your sorrows and looked up from applying a splint around a young man’s swollen leg, his eyes clouded with pain but also grateful for your service. At the news of Mr. Gay, you were saddened that yet another life taken away due to the scarcity of medical help, such a bittersweet reason for an innocent soul to be lost.

“Are you completely sure? Have you checked his pulse the best you could?” you tried to reason, eyes occasionally looking up from your work. Anne, the only matron in the whole camp, looked around before leaning towards you.

“Miss (Last Name), what has worried me is that Mr. Samuel Gay is in fact a woman. I was, er, trying to disinfect the upper leg wound when I have made my discovery.” Your eyes widened as the words went through your ears. Women were shunned when they tried to join the Continental Army, so many started cross-dressing to get in. You had a few friends disguised as men in the front lines, but something about a woman dying for a man’s cause was so…


Pushing down your overflowing emotions once more, you directed your matron of another set of orders. “Anne darling, just care for the ones coming in now. Ask Mary to clean up a spot for the wounded who are waiting for a place to rest.” You began to jog towards another patient, who was quietly sobbing in pain as he laid on a bloodied cot. You tied a cloth around your mouth to pitifully protect yourself from the reeking diseases as you began to quickly take off his clothing with expertise. Anne followed close behind, watching you at work.

“What about for Mr. Gay?” You took a small knife and cut into the jacket, cursing as the damned thing wouldn’t come off. Looks like the tailors were going to be busy as well in the terms of uniforms.

“For now, disinfect her body and wrap it in her bed cloth. Disinfect the cot as well for new soldiers to come. We are running short on time and space, so simply stow her body far away from the soldiers who have a chance of living and the little buggers looking for an easy snack.“ The words were painful enough to say, as much as how dreadful they were.

Anne gave a terrified nod and quickly scurried to a corner, frantically making it clean to lay down more fallen men and secret women. She called out to Mary, another nurse who was three months into her pregnancy term. You all knew that her child was most likely going to be ridden with problems, due to her working in an environment that smelt of death, blood, and infection. The poor child won’t even know of their father, since the last time the unborn child was the closest to him was when their mother was closing her husband’s eyes one last time. Yet again, another bittersweet moment.

Being a nurse in the Revolutionary War was horrible enough. You were the only one in your line who volunteered to join the cause, and not simply for the money. The other ten (including Anne, who served as the only matron/helper of the nurses, and a male soldier who was currently bleeding to death but knows how to surgically take out a bullet for some reason) were stressed out as well, since you all had over one hundred patients, and only two minutes to save each fragile life given to your team. You were the established main doctor in the makeshift hospital, since you were the only one who studied into the medical field for your whole life and was able to make the heartbreaking decisions.

“It’s going to be alright, Nathanael.” you said to your current patient, reading off his name tag on the collar of his inner shirt. “Just stay strong. Can you describe the pain you are feeling right now?” A shaky and pale hand gestured towards his shoulder, which was bleeding out profusely. You ripped open the cotton to reveal a deep puncture wound, most likely from a bayonet. You cursed and frantically attempted to stop the bloodflow. Applying a small pressure on the wound using a clean bandage, you called over another nurse, Peggy, to take your spot. There was so little time to personally care for each patient, so little time to hear their last will and words.

“Miss (Last Name)! We need your help!” called another nurse. You rushed past a maze of soldiers on cots, flies surround them and the thick stench of despair inevitable. You were sure that there were a number of forever-still bodies in the tent, never to wake up ever again. The only reason they were still in the tent was because their friends refused to face reality.

So bittersweet.

“What is it, Nurse Irving?” you asked the strained woman. Her and Anne were attempting to hold a man down on a cot as he jerked his arms and legs, trying to escape their grasps.

“He refuses to be treated for his wounds! He was caught in a grapeshot, and his friends saved him in time. Yet, he needs medical attention to stop the bloodflow and possible infection.” You wiped your hands on your uniform, desperate for any kind of cleansing from your previous patients. The man was probably going to get infected anyways, due to having no time to properly clean the clinic and your own hands.

“Sir, if you could kindly stop mo-”

“Fuck off! I don’t want to be touched by you whores!” exclaimed the man, every ounce of fight still in him. You ignored his statement and took Anne’s place, shooing her off so she could help the newcomers.

“I know you women come here only to distract the men from their jobs!” the man raged. You were used to all of the comments about being a nurse. Many male soldiers accused the women in the camps that they were there only to sidetrack them, even though many were there to do work and earn money. You ridden any extra thoughts on the bittersweet subject and put your main focus was on getting this man stabilized. You didn’t want to lose another life today, no matter how crappy that person was towards you.

“Sir, stop moving or else you will die!” Irving tried to reason. Great to get right to the point. The man spat out blood on the side of the cot, getting it all over your mucky boots. You didn’t mind this at all, since you had patients do worse to you.

“I don’t want to be treated by you prostitutes! I will only let a man treat me of my battle wounds, as how it should always be.” The man’s voice was getting weaker, and you urged your grip to keep the soldier from resisting. “Sir, you are dying, and I don’t want to lose you.” The man’s now pale lips spat again, but only words came out this time. “I bet that’s what you told your fifth husband here. Yet, he’s off in a soldier’s grave, along with the other eleven you slithered into bed with.” Irving’s eyes turned dark as she loosened her grip on the man. She looked towards you, eyes screaming,  ‘Are you really going to help this dick?’ Your stern and passionate orbs blazed with determination, and you dismissed Irving. Looks like you were going to have to deal with the man alone.

“Go help the others. I got this one.” She simply huffed and swished her nurse attire aside, rushing to treat new patients. You turned your attention to the man, who was now generally weaker from his strong movements and blood loss. Giving a compassionate smile, you began soaking a cloth in water to wash the man’s face. “Sir, you look tired. Please allow me to clean you up as we wait for a male nurse to care for you.” You both knew that there were no male nurses in the whole camp, but you were desperate to heal the trooper. Suddenly, the man pathetically yet harmfully threw his hand at you in a claw-like manner. His dirtied but sharp fingernails swiped down your cheek horizontally, creating a wave of pain to erupt. You yelped out and gingerly placed fingertips where the new set of scratches were, the man now proud of his work.

“Yeah, you little whore. I bet you like it when the loose ones in the barracks treat you like the scum you are. I’m just simply doing their job for them.” You took a deep breath and noticed the man was growing more faint by the second. You quickly sprung to action, ignoring the horrible pain of your own wound. Your only wish was that you wouldn’t start bleeding, or else this would get a lot more complicated.

“Sir, I do not want your last moments to be a memory of hate and injustice towards my friends and I, nor do I want my last memory of you to be as sour. Please, let me attend to you myself.” you pleaded. The man brought his face in a sneer. “Dolly, you don’t even know half the shit I have done. Go back to charging outrageous prices just to hand-wash a breech. If it comes to me dying here, then so be it.” You growled and began washing the man’s face, using your free hand to fight off the resistance of your patient.

“Well, sir, you are not the most stubborn one I have met. Please, let me help you.” You were shocked at yourself when your voice cracked. You had so much faith that you were going to be able to save this man. Anne, who was working near you, looked up at the sound of your voice with sad eyes. She too knew that there was no hope saving him.

At this point, you were starting to slightly hyperventilate. “Anne, fetch me some vinegar. I need to clean him up.” Anne looked up from her cleaning of another patient and shook her small head. “I’m sorry miss, but we are running low on supplies.” You bit back a retort. There was an established rule out that if the patient was obviously not going to get better, then there was no hope left. You forgot about the shortage of all of bandages, herbs, and clean cloths, but that didn’t stop you.

“Anne, please, some vinegar. His abdomen is horribly wounded.” Anne let out a shaky breath and only stared at the patient, eyes wide with sorrow. You looked down and noticed that the man was not fighting anymore. His angry eyes were slightly softer and unblinking. You held your head down and bit your lip.



It was the next day, and you have finally stepped out of the horrid tent. The chaos of the day before diminished, and now all everyone had to do was to bring out the fallen. You were taken aback by how many men you have lost that night, as there were many open cots for new wounded. You kept a straight face as you watched the other soldiers throw Samuel Gay’s body into the wagon like a rag doll, which was to be taken back to the cities for the families to find. There was no name tag on the bitter man you tried to save, as he was emitted to the “UNKNOWN” wagon. Those soldiers were still going to the cities as well, but they were usually unidentified in the end. Such a bittersweet end.

You were grateful when a mess of soldiers came to your station and announced that they can watch their friends. Your team has finally earned a small break, and you were using it to inform the General directly about the shortage of supplies. You and General Washington were somewhat close, seeing as you were usually called to give the insight on how many men were lost in the clinic. Yet, you were quite nervous as you crossed the camp, a few soldiers giving you looks of supremacy. Being a nurse was the most important job, but yet it was looked down upon.

You stood in front of the General’s tent, where most of the battle plans were made. You took a deep breath and called out to the General.

“Sir, this is Head Doctor (Last Name), requesting a meeting with you, sir!” A few men walking by scoffed at your title of “Head Doctor.” That was the official name, but they all resorted to calling you “nurse” or some other insult.

“You have the permission to enter, Miss (Last Name).” You parted the tent flaps to reveal the man behind it all. Beside him was another man, whom you knew as Officer Hamilton. He helped the general out to write letters back to congress and make battle plans, and was widely celebrated for his smart mind. General Washington looked up from a map on a table and gave a kind smile your way, eyes filled with experience and stress.

“Yes, Nurse (Last Name), what do you require?” Hamilton excused himself from the room, staring at the trio of scratches on the side of your face as he walked out. You have forgotten about the marks from yesterday, and only had the time to clean it up to stop infection. He gave a small smile when you noticed his caring eyes, and you looked forward in attention.

“I have some bad news concerning our current status on supplies.” Before you can continue, another man entered the tent. He was noticeably taller than you, and wore a strip of navy cloth around his head. His patriot uniform was ridden with dirt and other substances, while your own nurse uniform was generally clean. The Congress had strict rules on the cleanliness of the nurses, and you struggled to keep that up.

“Sir! Sorry to intrude, but I have some dire news on one of the British camps!” You held back your distaste for the man barging in, and you stood to the side out of courtesy.

“Hercules, please wait outside as I have a talk with our nurse here.” responded Washington in a stern tone. Hercules gave a glance at you in surprise, and stepped out, uttering a meek “sorry” on his way. You gave a small curt smile and took your place in front of the General. You saluted the man stiffly, and you stood at attention.

“At ease, (Name). Honestly, you have more discipline than most of my men.” You relaxed under the general’s words, remembering the man who recently burst in.

“What are your concerns, Nurse (Name)?” You and George have become close enough to use first names, which always gave you a small bump of pride when others listened to your conversations together.

“Well, sir, I have been informed that our supplies on vinegar, bandages, and of the like are dangerously low. I ask for an urgent request to Congress for more necessities.” George looked down in thought.

“I’m sorry, (Name), but we are having complications with another closeby British camp. They have been sabotaging our wagons with supplies from the colonies, which has been going on for the past month. The closest date I can give you is in about three weeks when the letter will be received, and double that for them to reach our camp.Of course, I would have to send out my best horsemen to send the request.” You felt the world crumble at the news. Your team had at least only three days worth of medical supplies if you held back, and that was horrible enough.

“B-but sir! Are you sure we do not have any other way of gaining anything for our patients?”

“Have you tried sending a message to Mr. Albert Whyre? His camp is closer than the main colonies.” You gave a grunt in amusement and crossed your arms, a disappointed smile etched on your face.

“Yes sir, but our apothecary general is shit. He has not returned any of my letters, and my team is running out of supplies and the hope of saving anymore men as we speak. I’m sure someone has informed you about the night before.” The general gave you a confused look. “No, Nurse (Last Name), no one has actually told me. Did something go wrong?” You were shocked at the General’s words. No one, save for your team and a few other soldiers, knew about your own battle that was fought in the clinic?

Before you can respond back with passive rage, Mr. Mulligan poked his head inside the tent, a little more timid this time.

“Um, sir, I apologize for eavesdropping, but I do have a solution to both of our problems.” He looked over to you with hopeful eyes. You probably had the most unwelcoming face, because he quickly reverted his gaze to the General. George beckoned the man in, sitting at a chair that was near his side of the table. “Pray tell, young man.”

Hercules took your previous spot and stood tall and proud. “Sir, my spies have told me news about the neighboring Lobster camp. They have quite a lot of men for one camp, and many guards are placed around their kitchen, barracks, and storage.” George made a motion for Hercules to go on. “And how does this apply to Miss (Last Name), soilder?” Wow, he was a spy? He was quite big and loud to be one.

Mr. Mulligan pointed a hand to you. “But the only tent they do not have guarded is their clinic, sir.” You perked up at the sound of that.

“And you are implying that…”

“I think a small group of my stealthiest men should go in and take or damage their supplies, so they are rendered to having no medical help. We come on full force with the element of surprise, and they have no choice but to surrender, due to their lack of healthy men.” George Washington turned to you with a coy smile. You knew what he was thinking, and you did not like the sound of it.

“Well, Mr. Mulligan, your plan sounds absolutely excellent. I want you and (Name) to go in yourselves and get the job done.”



You felt a shock run down your back as you approached George again, now standing next to Hercules.

“Sir, I do not want to come off as rude in this situation, but I personally believe that taking the British medical supplies is uncouth and undignified. Being a nurse myself, I know the quite sickening feeling when you fail to provide service for one of you patients.” George Washington glared at you with a stern look, one that made you internally shrink in fear.

“Miss (Last Name), are you implying that you want this British camp to continue attacking our care wagons, leaving our camp defenseless and without the soldier rations?” You returned the look and held your ground.

“No, I am simply implying that I do not support the act of going and indirectly killing a man, because he did not have the supplies to save his life.” You can feel the hot stare from Mr. Mulligan, but George’s was hotter.

“Head Doctor (Last Name), you are to join Mr. Mulligan and his elite team of spies on a mission to the nearby British camp and interfere with their medical station. Collect what you need, but destroy everything else. That is an order from your commander.” You bit back the comments you were going to say before and stood at attention once again. You knew that you had no hope in arguing with the General, so you nodded and stood with a stone-cold face.

“Yes sir.”


anonymous asked:

an angsty scenario with gray? your friend tells you to check snapchat and you see that gray is with another girl and she's kissing him in a snap that one of the oamg members accidentally posted?

Gray (AOMG): Angst Scenario

It’s All Good

           The bar was decently crowded; lively but not overwhelming. It was your first night off in weeks and a girl’s night was just calling to your name. A week before tonight you had taken precaution and called your friend, Dok-Mi, to ensure that she’d be spending your night off drinking till you’re properly drunk and gossiping about the circle of friends that you have fallen out of due to your demanding work schedule.

           And now that the two of you were here, along with another friend, Ji-Yeon who tagged along last minute, you couldn’t comprehend how you managed to go this long without exploding.

“Whoo!” Dok-Mi cheered as you threw back another shot, “It’s almost like you never left.”

“I wish I never had.” You force a smile through the burning coating your throat.

“All the girls miss you.” Ji-Yeon adds, sipping from her martini.

“And I miss them.” You sigh, “Okay, so, update me. Who’s dating, who’s not, and who’s more pitiful than me?”

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