in no particular order. also please add on. also also s/o to @tazscripts for saving my life.
magnus: do you still have the receipt? taako: no, i ate the receipt
Kravitz: [drawing it out] Merrrrrllllllle fuckin’ Highchurch. You, my dear friend, care to take a guess? Care to wager a guess? Magnus: Closest without going over. Taako, go. Merle: I’m just surprised my middle name is “fuckin’”! I had no idea. Kravitz: Are you? Merle: No…. Taako: I’m gonna go with 1 in case we’re doing Price is Right rules. Magnus: You know what, I’m gonna go the other way and say 1999. Kravitz: Somewhere in between there. Merle Highchurch, the richest bounty I’ve ever hunted. You, my dear man, have died 57 times. [Clint background laughter] 57 times! Fifty se-veh-eh-en times! Taako: That’s despicable. Travis: Oh wait, shit, is this alternate dimension stuff? Kravitz: And you’ve never come to visit! You’ve never come to visit me, Merle! Merle: I never call! Kravitz: After 57 deaths! That’s just rude!
Tom Bodett: Heyyyy~ Travis: [laughs] [imitating charmed Bodett] What is up? Tom Bodett: Do you, uh… Clint: [imitating charmed Bodett] What can I do for you guys? Tom Bodett: You guys wanna kiss?
Magnus: What’s your grandpa’s name? Angus: My grandpa forgot his name. He’s very old. Magnus: Wait, but you also forgot it? You never knew it, Angus? Angus: The memory of my grandpa’s name died long before I was born. Travis: [laughs] It’s a word not spoken since the birth of dragons. Angus: He prefers- He prefers grandpa. I call him grandpa, ‘cause he’s my grandpa. I love him.
Magnus: Carey, can I talk–can I talk to you in, in private, please? Carey: I just became instantly pretty nervous, but, uh, yeah, I guess so–uh, ladies, take ten! Griffin: And, uh, Killian and Noelle waltz out of the room. Literally, they waltz, which is weird. Travis: It’s beautiful. Magnus: I don’t, okay, I don’t know how to say this. Um, so, in the lab, um… Carey: Yeah? Magnus: I, I really liked your moves! I thought, I–you, uh- Carey: Okay, I’m gonna stop- I’m gonna stop you right there, Mag, because… you’re a good dude, and I had a lot of fun in that crystal kingdom, killing a bunch of robots with you, but I, uh, you’re not really my… cup a’ tea, um, so to speak. Magnus: OH! No, no. Carey: No. Magnus: No, no, no– Carey: No? Magnus: No, no. Carey: No. Magnus: No, no no no no no no, no! No. I–I want you to train me. Carey: What do you mean? Like, in the ways of love? ‘Cause– Magnus: No-ho-ho, no.
Justin: I just don’t want, I don’t want anybody to misconstrue it as Taako being like, cautious about talking about his sexuality. It’s literally just he doesn’t think it’s anybody’s fuckin’ business, especially not these three fuckin’ clowns–[laughter] –That have fixed onto him, barnacle-like, as he tries to save the earth.
Magnus: I don’t know how to say this. Um, so in the lab, I really liked your moves! I thought you, uh-
Carey: Okay, I’m gonna stop you right there, Mag, because… you’re a good dude, and I had a lot of fun in that crystal kingdom, killing a bunch of robots with you, but I, uh. You’re not really my… cup a’tea, so to speak.
Magnus: OH! No, no.
Magnus: No no no no-
Magnus: No no no no no no. No, I- I want you to train me.
Carey: What do you mean? Like, in the ways of love?
Summary: You reflect on your time with Finnick while preparing for your wedding.
A/N: I’m sorry this took so long, I wrote it and then hated it so I rewrote it….
You sat in your room in District 13, looking into the mirror but not seeing your reflection. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the simple, but elegant white dress laying on your bed. Today was the day. You were finally marrying Finnick, the love of your life.
As you pinned up your hair in a loose fashion, you remembered how it all had started.
Y/N L/N, the winner if the 70th Hunger Games, a 17 year old girl from District 8. The orphan who managed to win it all. Only a year after your “victory” you were returning to the overwhelming sound and color of the Capitol as the youngest mentor in the history of the games. Your own mentor, James, had died suddenly two months before, leaving you to try and keep the new tributes alive.
Winning the Hunger Games was more of a curse than a blessing. Everyone spoke about be grateful for surviving, for getting to go home. No one ever told the tributes about the nightmares, the loneliness, and the blackmail. It forced you to grow up fast, and alone. If you had let anyone into your heart, they would have been astonished by your strength, by how you managed to get out of your bed each day after reliving your final moments in the arena every night.
But you didn’t let anyone in. Becoming quiet, you did your best to balance being kind to the tributes with not making an attachment. It was too hard. They were your friends, your peers. It just made it all the harder when you had to say goodbye on the morning of the games. All you could do was hug them tight and hope they would listen to your advice.
They did not. The boy died at the cornucopia within ten minutes of the countdown, and the girl just hours later, hunted by a career pack. You didn’t watch the rest of the games. For the first day, you were locked away from the world, crying. When you fell into a restless sleep, you could only dream of the boy from District 2 with his hands around your throat. You tossed and turned, as you remembered grabbing a rock and with the last vestiges of strength, hitting him. Hitting him over and over and over again as you cried.
You woke, breathing heavily with tears streaming down your face. Shaking, you dressed and took a walk through the slightly less crowded streets of the Capitol. The people were so consumed with watching the large public screens that no one took notice of you. Well, almost no one.
A very handsome, but equally broken man had just made a deal with some sponsors when he saw you.
I’m back with another shitty au but I love to write those so DEAL WITH IT
I already named some of the characters but nothing stops you from naming them differently
again, sorry about my english. I try
let’s get starteeeeed
ok it starts with you living in a small town in England with your family
you have a sister older than you (let’s just establish that Tom’s 21, your sister is 20 and you’re 19)
Mags, your sis, is obsessed with this actor Tom Holland and watches E V E R Y one of his interviews
sometimes you think your eyes will fall from your head from rolling so much
“Dude, can you stop drooling all over him? You don’t even know him” “We have a connection, Y/N. You wouldn’t understand”
it’s not that you’re a bad person, you just know that people might be different off the cameras
what if this Tom is just a prick?
One day your parents plan a trip to London to visit your grandmother and your sister flps ‘cause Tom lives there
“It’s not like you’re going to bump into him”
then Mags opens a big pink book that you’ve already seen sometimes but never wanted to know about
each page contains things of his routine
where he works, lives, drinks, shops
she might even know where he shits for god’s sake
while Mags jumping around the house looking for missing piece of clothes to put on her bag you’re just thinking about how much you miss your grandma
your parents have been absent for most of the time and she was the one who raised you
then she had to move to London ‘cause of her husband’s death and you only got to see her once a year
so let’s just say you were very excited
the car trip was awful
it wasn’t long but your sister made it look like an eternity
“I can’t wait to go to the Onyx club and see Tom!” “I hope I can meet him at the Sunset Park” “I swear I will jump at him if I see him in Miguel’s Gym”
when you got there and saw your grandmother doing gardening you just flipped and hug her
you’ve always felt so comfortable in her arms
it was good until Mags started to complain that you were taking too long and she needed to follow Tom’s routine
your parents said that they would only let her go if you came with her
“Fuck no” “Mooooom” “Y/N, language!”
after watching your sister almost kneeling to beg for you to come you agreed rolling your eyes while doing so
“don’t worry, Mags, it runs like a Ferrari” “a super ugly Ferrari, you mean”
it was starting to get dark and you just put on a hoodie and your sneakers to go
you went to your sisters room to find her going crazy about something that you couldn’t really understand
“I found out that Tom Holland is making an appearence at Onyx club tonight and will meet his fans! I can’t believe the Universe is compensating me” “Take a breath, Mags. He’s not all that”
she almost threw you at the window
she asked for your family car but your parents said that they had to use it so your grandma let her use her car
PS: it was a VERY pink car
like really pink
but Mags wanted to see her so called love and hopped right into the front seat
when you got there after almost getting deaf from Mags singing skills you told her that you would stay in the car
she didn’t care and jumped out, walking across the street in her very high heels
“I need those heels to be taller than everyone, then Tom can see me in the crowd” “Dude, what”
so you have been in the car alone for what it felt like hours just watching the city lights and the cars in movement and got bored
you tried to call her but she never answered
you jumped out of the car and crossed the street to see a big ass line of people trying to get into the club
frustrated, you turned around trying to find the back exit
when you found it you walked to the door
you were knocked off
your head was now pounding and you couldn’t see straight for a moment
“ouch” “oh fuck, did I just hit you?” “no, the door hit me by itself”
your vision was returning to normal and you started to recognize him
those brown curls, sharp jaw and chocolate eyes
“wait… you’re Tom…”
then suddenly his hand was covering your mouth
“okay, you need to see a doctor”
he literally pushed you to his car
you started to feel dizzy the moment he helped you to get on your feet
the same door that hit you opened again revealing another familiar face
the blonde guy was Tom’s best friend as you remembered from that pink book
“I know you… you’re Harry… Howard?” “Harrison, gosh. Who is she, Tom?” “I don’t know… What’s your name?” “Y/N”
when you got on the passenger seat on what you supposed that was his car you started to feel worse
Harrison was in front of you and started to talk to Tom about something that you couldn’t focus
your stomach felt funny and you just turned your face in the blonde direction and threw up
the last thing you remembered was you in a hospital bed and a man examinating you
his dark hand opened your eyelids and he just gave you a small smile
“everything looks good”
then Tom opened the curtain in a hurry and gave you both a look
“so she’s okay?” “out, Tom, for God’s sake” “if I’m okay, why did I thow up?” “maybe it was something you ate or it was just your reaction to meet this douchebag” “it’s a curtain, Anthony, this means I can hear you”
you laughed a little and then asked if they knew each other
your doctor told you that he and Tom were old friends
when you were free to go, the actor received a call from his mother and told him that she needed him in the house right away
and he told you that he would drop you at your grandma’s right after
after rolling your eyes and arguing a lot you agreed
“you’ve got to be kidding me. This house could have a small country living in!” “yeah yeah, let’s go upstairs” “why do you have so many pictures of yourself? This is so creepy”
he took you to his room and told you to stay
bored again, you went to his balcony and watched the view
then you stared down and found Tom holding a paper in front of a big crowd and noticed that his hands were shaking a little bit
“I know that you all came here to watch my new movie trailer, but I wanted to show you a piece of my poetry work… ”
as stubborn as you were, you had to admit that it was incredible
it was hard to impress you but booooy
but as you watched everyone cheering him, you saw a couple that didn’t look very happy
what you didn’t know was that Tom loved to write poetry and always did but never showed anyone
it was a huge step to read it in front of a huge crowd
he was never scared to act ‘cause he always read what he was told to, but reading a piece that he wrote was a whole new thing
by the time he was finished you had already go downstairs and opened his garage door
why does he owns so many cars?
and he opened the door too, smiling genually
“you told me that you would take me home. When?” “pick a car and we can go” “no” “So how do you wanna get there? Walking?” “yeah” “where do you live?” “Stratford” “ok, we can get there. On tuesday”
inhaling deeply you agreed with him and watched him opening the silver car’s door
but you were too stubborn and hoppend into the blue one
“what’s the purpose of that?”
while he was driving you started to think about the whole night and felt the urge to roll your eyes
then he turned the radio on and a song comes playing on right at the end
next came an ad about a new movie and you heard the narrator saying Tom’s name
and he started to quote his lines and opened a big smile
“really?” “what? I thought you liked it” “ok, you thought I would be dying to be in a car with Tom Holland listening to him quoting the lines of his new movie ‘cause it’s every fan dream, but guess what” “what?” “I’m not your fan”
you could see his smile dropping and his face turning into a sad expression
god you felt like a monster
“you don’t like it?”
trying to fix the situation you responded quickly
“no, I like your movies. I’m just not crazy about you”
obviously you added sass to your phrase
while Tom was driving he noticed that a black car started to follow them and knew that they were paparazzis
when he parked he saw they getting closer and asked you to crash in your garage
you helped to pull his car into the garage and looked for some covers for him to sleep
he even asked you if he could find something to use to hide from the paparazzis and you told him to look into the boxes
he put on a blue hat and turned to you asking if it was fine
your heart stopped for a moment when you realized what hat it was
your grandpa’s hat
you remember him using it almost every evening when he went fishing by the lake near the house
“okay… should I take it off?” “no, no. You should keep it. Looks good on you”
he gave you a weird look and picked up the covers
when you were about to leave, he grabbed your arm firmly and gave you a big smile and doe eyes and you felt your heart skip a beat
“stop doing that” “doing what?” “giving me this… this fucking look. I bet you do it all the time, you give the girls this look and expect them to fall for you, but it’s not working for me so get over it”
so you fully turned away and closed the door behind you without knowing that he was smiling again
the morning after you came to the table to have breakfast with your family and say Mags looking a w f u l
she asked for the syrup and your grandma told her that it was in the garage
then you panicked
you ran after her and started to fight for the garage entrance control
and your father came right in and opened it revealing the empty room
you were relieved
when you two came back to the house, your grandma told Mags that the news were talking about “that boy you like”
the reporter was talking about his appearence in the Onyx club for his girlfriend Ella Marie’s birthday and left early
with a mysterious girl
you were frightened for a moment
but then Mags decided that she was going to follow Tom’s schedule again
your mother told you to go with her again and you didn’t even had the energy to argue
when you got to the park, Mags started to walk around trying to find her idol
“I wonder what his eyes looks like up close” “brown, like chocolate.”
you were lucky that she completly ignored that comment
you found a bench with a guy sitting on
then you saw the blue hat and smiled, sitting next to him
and you thought that it would be fun to mess with him a little and started to talk about the weather and the trees and he got really uncomfortable
“what gave it away?” “the hat” “it kinda smells like fish” “no, I’m pretty sure that’s you”
he told you that he never went home because there were 10 paparazzis parked outside his house
so he asked for your car and then you made a trade
you put his car keys on your sister’s bag and you two went to your grandmas car while hiding from the cameras
he gave you his sunglasses to hide even more
when you escaped you started laughing and talking a lot
“you know, I’m gonna need my sunglasses back” “I don’t know… I kinda liked them” “you can have it later” “for reals? ‘Cause my friends won’t believe that I, Y/N Y/L/N, have actually got Tom Hollands sunglasses from Tom Holland himself! Would you autograph it for me?” “haha, very funny” “so how long do we have to stay away?” “just till the paparazzis leave the park”
so Tom suggests for you to do something and takes you to a tour in Londons best places ‘cause you have never went to those
he showed you the Big Ben, the Buckingham Palace and even bought a camera to take pictures of you and the guards
he wanted to take you to the London Eye but you told him you would throw up all of the toffee pudding you ate
then he took you to Madame Tussauds and took lots of pictures of you and his wax figure
you even picked at his wax figure nose
when you made a stop, you were sitting in Millennium Bridge and he snapped a picture of you
‘cause you looked so natural and pretty that he couldn’t resist and then he took one of you two together
at the end of the tour, you already knew all of his ad lines and were quoting with him earning a lot of laughs
“you know, I really liked your poem” “really? I-I… I don’t have much support to write them and-” “why? That one was awesome and I know the others might be as well” “my parents doesn’t like them at all”
you didn’t know what to say, then you put your hand on his shoulder and caress the spot, reassuring him that it was okay
until you spotted the paparazzis following you again
Tom drove in another direction while you gave him coordinates
when you disregarded them you found yourselves lost in a forest and the car wasn’t moving
then you saw that you were in a big mud puddle sinking the car
for your lives, you two jumped into the puddle and swam to the surface and out
laying on the grass you inhaled deeply and started to panic ‘cause the car was gone
and a anger took over you making you throw everything at Tom
“calm down Y/N, it wasn’t our fault!” “yeah, it was mine, because I was so stupid to help you in the first place” “what are you saying? Why don’t you like me? I thought that after today you would” “that’s the problem! You think everybody likes you” “it’s because they do” “no, Tom, they just want something from you”
you tried to wipe the mud off your arms and clothes and never saw the hurt look on his face
“you know, your life is not real, Tom. You live in a house that looks like a five-star hotel, have a shitload of cars and money and a girlfriend that you don’t even like” “I like her” “oh yeah? Then why you left her birthday to help a stranger?” “I… I don’t know!” “do you even want to be with her?”
After a deep exhale you saw the pain in his chocolate eyes
“no. I don’t” “and can you even name two of your employees?” “are you telling me that you think I don’t give a damn about them?” “name them!” “Rose, Darcy, Jude, Carl, Sierra, Marcus and Jeanine. Want more?”
you felt like shit after that, but didn’t let your anger go
and then, while you were arguing, he fell into the tall grass and you screamed for him
out of nowhere, he came back and grabbed you, falling into a lake
the water cleaned all your anger and threw it away while you two were having fun together
after a while, you two came out of the water and sat in a wooden stump while admiring the sunset
“I wish I could stay here forever” “why?” “’cause here is peaceful. Without paparazzis, parents, girlfriends…” “and why do you say that?” “just like you said, they all want something from me” “I didn’t mean it like that. I was angry about the car and…” “no, you were right, it is like that” “it’s just that your life is so different from mine and I don’t understand everything being so public” “not everything is so public” “like what?” “like this”
he started to lean in and his flushed lips found yours, sealing a gentle kiss that made it seem like everything else didn’t matter
nor Tom’s fame nor Y/N’s ordinary life
and you got goosebumps all over your body while his thumb caressed your cheek
when you separated you looked deep into his eyes and noticed that look again
“you like me” “you wish”
while you two walked back to the park, your fingers were interwined the whole way, never breaking the contact
from time to time he kissed your cheek or pecked your lips, receiving smiles from you
but when two guys passed you running, he turned into a whole new person, putting your grandpa’s hat to hide from them
you feel bad to see that he keeps doing that
he doesn’t want to be seen with you and it breaks your little heart
“back to the real world, this ends here” “what’s ‘this’?” “this, us. You can’t tell anybody about what happened today, not even your parents” “why? It’s not like they would post it on Twitter or anything” “but you have to promise me. If anyone knows about this, the media will go crazy” “why would it go crazy?” “’cause I’m Tom Holland and you’re just an ordinary girl”
back at it again with the ordinary and celebrity thing
you try to go away but he stops you again, saying that he didn’t meant it like that, but you don’t listen
you tell him to leave you alone but he stops you again
“can you give me that camera? I wouldn’t want the pictures to get out”
you throw the camera in the grass and he picks it up
“I don’t want it to end that way” “how about this, Tom, we both forget about what happened today and live our lifes like before?” “you don’t understand, Y/N. If the paparazzis sees those pictures they would make up stories and turn everything beautiful into an ugly thing. They ruin everything” “they don’t have to, you already did”
you get your grandpa’s hat back and turn around, leaving him there with your heart on his hands
the rest of the trip you feel empty and sick, not processing any of what happened
your parents even took you two to London’s famous spots that happened to be the same that Tom took you and you felt uneasy
but you faked it really well
while walking you saw the cover of a magazine that reads “Tom Holland and Ella Marie breaks up” and felt a little bit of hope, but it fade away when you remembered about what happened
it was so hard for you to forget about the butterflies in your stomach that he gave you when you two kissed
when your trip came to an end, you hugged your grandma so tight, never wanting to let go
“oh darling, I know it hurts right now, but it isn’t as bad as it seems. Life has a way to make everything better” “you sure, grandma?” “take a look at me, I’ve been wanting to get rid of that ugly car since your grandpa died”
by the time you came home, there were lots of paparazzis in your front yard and you had to pass through them
your sister came running to the tv room and put on some channel that was showing Tom doing an interview
saying that he didn’t know you
“I don’t know who this girl is or what she’s saying about me”
Gosh, can’t he break your heart a little more?
and then he looked at the camera with his look and you felt like crying
so you just left the room and ran to your bed
for a few days the paparazzis were camping on your frontyard and you got sick of it, coming right at them
“Y/N, tell us about your weekend with Tom, we only want the truth” “you don’t want the truth, you want a story. You take a good normal person and turn them into your own reality show. You build them up into a celebrity so you can turn them down in public”
you just keep throwing all of your emotions at them and the noise stopped right away, listening and feeling sorry for themselves
“one more question, who Tom Holland really is?”
you wanted to tell the truth, to tell them all your thoughts, but you just couldn’t, so you lied
“the Tom Holland you want so bad to know about, I never met him. And I never want to”
when all of those impostors left your house, you spent the other days reading your books
one morning, when you felt like the weather was pure and clear, you grabbed a big book from your shelf and opened the front door to read it on the porch
but it wasn’t like the other days
‘cause that day, Tom Holland was in your porch, holding a piece of paper while his fingers were trembling
you closed the door and heard him calling you again, opening in a fast move
“Y/N, please, listen to me” “why should I?” “you shouldn’t, but please, give me this chance”
you lick your lips and refuses to look him in the eyes, feeling uncomfortable in his presence
“I know I messed up, big time, but I’m trying to make things right. I’m trying to be more like a person, just like you told me to” “good to know, are you done?” “n-no, actually, I wrote you a poem, and I wanted you to hear it from me, not to read or anything like that. I wanted to read it for you. And please, just listen for it and then I’ll leave you alone, I promise”
Again, you inhale for a long time and the exhale, biting your bottom lip, nodding for him to go on
“I’m no superman I can’t take your hand And fly you anywhere You want to go I can’t read your min Like a billboard sign And tell you everything You want to hear, butI’ll be your hero ‘Cause I can be everything you need If you’re the one for me Like gravity I’ll be unstoppable I believe in destiny I may be an ordinary guy With heart and soul But if you’re the one for me I’ll be your hero”
you almost felt the blood taste in your mouth from how hard you were biting your bottom lip by now
you look deep into his eyes and feel that connection again, but now afraid to fall and to be more broken than before
“Tom, it was nice, but I’m already in pain, so if you could just go…” “I talked to your grandma, Y/N. She told me to come” “why does it have to do with any of this?” “she gave me this”
he shows you the hat in his hands and you feel a weird sensation in your stomach again
some tears starts to fall from your eyes and burn your cheeks but you don’t mind them
“I think I like you, Y/N. I’m not supposed to, but I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if you’re ordinary or not, to me, you’re special”
your heart skipped a beat and he takes off his sunglasses, placing them on top of your head and earning a big smile from your lips
“hey, Tom?” “huh?” “you’re an asshole” “it’s okay, you are too”
then, you smile at him and your lips meet again, in an embrace that you just wanted so much to feel again
“how about you get in here and have some lunch with us?” “that would be great”
Request: Don’t freak out! / Person B: Freak out? Who’s freaking out? I’m just very interested in your hair and the magical qualities it possesses. How long has it been doing that? With Newt Scamander please?
Prompt: Person A: Don’t freak out! / Person B: Freak out? Who’s freaking out? I’m just very interested in your hair and the magical qualities it possesses. How long has it been doing that?
As a logical witch who had gone to one of the finest schools for wizardry and witchcraft, Ilvermorny, you had become an Auror rather quickly. You received the top grades for Concealment, since you were a metamorphmagus, or the ability to change your appearance at will. It was a rare gift that you loved about yourself.
It was useful when following a potential threat to magical secrecy. Ever since the stunt that Grindelwald pulled with the Obscurial, little believers had been incredibly loud about why the No Mags held any dominance over the magical. You had been on assignment elsewhere at the time. If the man you had been approaching as a potential follower of Grindelwald didn’t give you the answer you wanted, a new version of you followed fifteen minutes later.
After a long day of finding out nothing, all you wanted to do was lay on your couch, but you knew how bad the Howler at your door would be if Queenie and Tina knew you skipped without any notice. They had been anticipating the arrival of one friend who had helped stop Grindelwald and you would be lying if you said you wouldn’t care to meet the fellow.
After getting ready for dinner, you Apparated to the Goldstein’s residence and knocked lightly, not wanting to disturbed the building’s owner. Queenie opened it, quickly pulling you inside the apartment. She had already started dinner, as evident from the pots and utensils flying by the kitchen. Tina was preparing the table, the plates flying from the cupboard and neatly on the table.
You stumbled in with a questionable sound escaping from your mouth, glaring at the witch who seemed all too pleased with herself. Jacob only shot you a sympathetic look before excusing himself to talk with Mr. Scamander. Your hair turned dark orange to signal your irritation. “What was that?”
“Didn’t want her to see Jacob and Newt,” she reasoned with a smile. Your hair changed back to normal and you shrugged, knowing how vicious the owner could be when men were in the apartment. Jacob, who had seen your hair change suddenly, seemed taken aback and pointed to you, “How did you do that without a wand?”
“I’m a metamorphmagus,” you stated simply, “I’m able to change my appearance instantaneously. We’re very rare.”
Tina interjected from the kitchen, “She was the only one in our class.”
Mischievously, you turned your nose and mouth into a duck’s beak to demonstrate the extent of your power. Jacob visibly flinched as you made a funny face with your new beak. After a little bit, he joined Queenie and started to laugh at your antics.
Dinner was ready and Tina went to get Mr. Scamander from his magical case that they were telling you about. Finally, you returned back to normal. From what you had gathered about him, he seemed like an incredibly interesting person to have a conversation with. Newt was so quiet that you didn’t notice when he entered the room until you sat down at the table and found him sitting right across from you. He offered you a small smile, which you returned. “You must be Y/N? I’m Newt Scamander,” he said softly.
“I am,” you replied with a small laugh, “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Scamander.”
“You can call me Newt, if you prefer.”
“Okay, Newt.” He was rather cute. His light brown hair looked unruly, yet it also looked like it would be soft to touch. Not to mention his British accent. You blushed slightly and could feel your hair changing color. You could see the turquoise hair out of the corner of your eyes. When you saw the cute foreigner’s eyes widen, you immediately stated, “Don’t freak out!” You knew that people like you were rare and, judging by his expression, Newt hasn’t experienced a metamorphmagus, like yourself.
Newt’s cheeks burned as he stumbled over his words, “Freak out? Who’s freaking out? I’m just very interested in your hair and the magical qualities it possesses. How long has it been doing that?”
Queenie smiled sweetly and explained, “Y/N is a metamorphmagus. She can change her appearance whenever she wants.”
Your hair turned dark yellow as you felt insecure. You, surrounded by already not normal people, were abnormal, even though you loved your ability. The conversation moved on and you were reluctant to show off your powers like you normally would, but the combined efforts of Tina and Queenie convinced you to start changing your noses again, and, when you glanced at Newt, he was the most amazed by your ability.
I'm just feeling p worthless and I'm sure at some point Maggie has too so can we have Alex just randomly telling Maggie how much she means to her and how amazing she is, how much she loves her. And I need Maggie to be a mess bc haha same.
Same my darling Anon. Same. Sending you so much love: you are worth everything!!! <3 <3 <3
She doesn’t say anything about it on the days when it hits her worst. She doesn’t say anything about it because talking isn’t exactly her style.
But she hits at her heavy bag harder, she takes more risks at work, she takes more shots at the bar, she’s quieter at dinner, she’s quieter in bed.
She doesn’t say anything about it, but Alex knows anyway.
Knows that Maggie tries not to – tries so hard, sometimes, that it tears away at her insides and eats away at her perfect smile – but she knows that Maggie believes the things her exes have said to her, the things her father has said to her, the things the chemical imbalances coursing through her bloodstream and neural pathways say to her, the things the world has said about brown queer girls who think they have a right to be happy.
Knows that more often than not, Maggie Sawyer feels worthless.
Feels like she’s just going through the motions. Like every achievement she’s had is luck. Like every tear she sheds is weakness. Like every struggle she has is fake. Like every break she takes from a job full of death and full of torture and full of iron bars eats away at her value as a person, because how can she be worth anything at all if she’s not spending all her time, every second of it, in service to others?
So on the days when Maggie’s smile is just a little forced; the mornings when Alex catches her just staring at the ground, elbows resting on spread knees, chewing on her lip; the nights when she laughs a little too loudly or doesn’t laugh much at all; the afternoons when she works at the heavy bag until she can barely stand up; Alex makes sure to tell her extra, to show her more, to prove to her… everything.
She’ll bring her lunch at the precinct, and she’ll whisper “for the most beautiful woman in the multiverse” in her ear as she slips it into her hands.
She’ll draw her a bath and take off her jacket and boots when she walks in the door, and she’ll murmur “only the best for the best girlfriend in history” into her ear as she slowly strips off her clothes and leads her to the candlelit bathroom.
She’ll pull her close during game night, when she’s forcing a laugh that’s slightly louder than it would normally be, not detectable to anyone else, but Alex knows, so Alex tickles her, and Alex kisses her ear and ignores James and Winn’s whooping as she teases, “I’m so proud to finally have such an incredible and perfect girlfriend to help me kick these losers’ asses”, and she smiles when that’s what gets a genuine smile to flicker across Maggie’s face, and actually reach her eyes.
She’ll text her in the middle of the day, just because, and the just because texts range from thinking of you, beautiful girl to I hope the best cop ever is having the best day ever to Have I told you lately that you’re more beautiful than the most perfect sunrise? Because… you are to I had an amazing time last night, Mags. I can’t wait to be in your strong, gorgeous arms again.
She’ll stare across the living room at Maggie, pretending to read while Maggie pretends to work, watching Maggie’s eyes just fix on a single spot on the ground, her jaw grinding slightly. And Alex will take off her glasses, and she’ll close her book, and she’ll just straight up tell her: “Maggie, you know I… I’ve never been in love before. But I’m in love with you. Because you are the kindest, most generous, bravest woman I have ever known. And yes, yes, I know Supergirl’s my sister, but Kara doesn’t count, okay? I just… Maggie, you are everything I have ever wanted, and you are just… you’re smart, and you’re tough, and you’re just… beautiful. You’re so beautiful. That’s what I told my sister, you know, the day I came out to her. About you. And now that we’re dating, now that I know you better? Maggie, my life changed forever the day Kara came into my life. And the day J’onn came into my life. And it… it changed, I hope forever, the day you came into my life. Because you… you’re amazing, Maggie. You’re amazing, and I admire you. I admire you and I… I’m in love with you. And that’s… you… you’re worth everything. You are everything. I just… I just want you to know that, in case I don’t say it enough, or show you enough, I just… I need you to know those things.”
And suddenly Maggie is on her knees, on the ground in front of the couch, and Alex tosses her book away and she collects Maggie into her arms, because Maggie is sobbing, her entire body wracked with sobs, with grief, with relief, with disbelief, with I don’t deserve you and why would you say those things and Al, Alex, Al, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry and I don’t deserve you, I don’t, I don’t, I’m sorry.
And Alex is shushing her softly and Alex is rocking her gently, and Alex is kissing her hair and kissing the tears off her face and pulling her closer into her lap and, when Maggie’s breathing finally starts to even out again, she’s cupping her face in her hands and looking her straight in the eyes.
“Maggie, I’m not going anywhere. I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you, but that’s not even the point: let’s just say we deserve each other and call it even, okay?”
This gets a shaky laugh out of Maggie, and Alex kisses her nose.
“You’re worth it, Maggie. You’re worth everything. If I am, you certainly are. Okay? We can be worth it together. Deal?”
There’s a long pause and Alex holds her breath, because she’s never done this with anyone but Kara and maybe she’s bad at it, but then Maggie’s lips are quirking into a smile and Maggie is wrapping her arms around Alex’s shoulders.
Hi Mags! I was just wondering if you had any recommendations for books and other resources on druidry. What would you say are your essentials? Thanks :)
Hello my dear, thank you for such an interesting question, and
sorry it’s taken me ages to reply, a cold and not being anywhere near my laptop
did not assist!
So, I’m a very bookish person and so this is going to be
rather book-centric! The books I own that I associate with my Druidic practices
- other than the CDs and booklets provided by the Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids
(OBOD) when I took my Bardic course - are as follows:
What Do Druids Believe? - Phillip Carr-Gomm
Anam Cara - John O'Donohue
Trees of the Goddess - Elen Sentier
Elen of the Ways – Elen Sentier
Following the Deer Trods – Elen Sentier
Horns of Power – Sonia d’Este
Celtic Rituals: An authentic guide to ancient Celtic Spirituality - Alexei
DruidCraft - Philip Carr-Gomm
The Druid Way – Philip Carr-Gomm
Kissing the Hag - Emma Restall Orr
Ritual: A Guide to Life, Love & Inspiration - Emma Restall Orr
The Isles of the Many Gods – Sorita d'Este
& David Rankine
Finding Elen – Ed. Caroline Wise
The Old Straight Track – Alfred Watkins
Turning the Wheel – Kevan Manwaring
The Ancient Paths – Graham Robb
Ogam: The Celtic Oracle of the Trees - Paul Rhys Mountfort
Druid Magic: The Practice of Celtic Wisdom - Maya Magee Sutton & Nicholas
Blood & Mistletoe: The History of the Druids in Britain - Ronald Hutton
Witches, Druids and King Arthur - Ronald Hutton
The World of the Druids - Miranda
Exploring the World of the Druids - Miranda J. Green
As you can see these are mix of books written specifically
for modern day Druidry, history books looking at what Druidry might have been
like at the time it was first practiced (I especially recommend the Ron Hutton
ones, which are incredibly well researched and, at least to me, very readable),
and quite a few other, slightly tangential, books that follow interests of mine
that sprang from my foray into Druidry. Although not sold as books, I also find
the companion books to my Druidcraft Tarot and Druid Plant and Animal Oracles
invaluable – especially the Oracles – for understanding the importance specific
flora and fauna have to the Druidic path.
I also have a shelf full of history books about the original
time period which have, in the background as it were, informed my understanding
of what Druidry might possibly have been like. I won’t list them all but
hopefully this picture will suffice:
In respect of the books on Modern Druidry (and, in fact, in
respect of all the OBOD information), I want to make it clear that I do not
agree with all of it and would not never suggest that anyone accept point blank
everything that is written in them. For example, whilst Emma Restall-Orr’s
Kissing the Hag really helped me accept aspects about myself I had struggled
with for years, there are parts of it that I reject outright, and I also have
trouble with how she often comes across as if she believes hers is the only way
to practice, which is simply not the case.
Likewise, Phillip Carr-Gomm, who is currently head of OBOD,
is a very knowledgeable and writes very accessible books (I recommend the
little “What Do Druids Believe?” book to anyone who wants to get a fast but
accurate feel for Druidry as practiced by OBOD) he is working within his own
paradigm and subscribes to quite a lot of Wiccan law. His book Druidcraft
combines Wiccan Witchcraft with Druidry and is a very interesting read,
although again, I’ve taken from it only what sits comfortably with me.
The Old Straight Track by Alfred Watkins, whilst not
actually related to Druidry directly, is tied into the land and to
understanding its magic. Likewise the books on Elen of the Ways, Trees of the Goddess,
Ogham and the Gods of the British Isles were bought as I sought to find more of
the magic in the earth, to some degree or other, and they have formed a part of
my overall understanding of how I fit in the world and how I interact with the
And now I’ve wandered off from the original question quite a
lot. Apologies! I have a tendency to waffle, and that tendency this is not
something I’m good at curbing. Anyway, you specifically asked what my essential
druidic reference was:
Well, the thing I refer to most isn’t either a book or a
website, but a small poster that OBOD sent to me when I enquired about how they
worked. It was the thing that made me think their approach to Druidry was one I
could work with and it says the following:
Druidry … encourages
us to love widely and deeply.
It fosters: Love of
the Land, the Earth, the Wild – reverence for Nature.
Love of Peace –
Druids were traditionally peace-makers and still are: each ceremony begins with
Peace to the Quarters, there is a Druid’s peace prayer, and Druids plant Peace
Love of Beauty –
The Druid Path cultivates the Bard, the Artist Within, and fosters creativity
Love of Justice –
Druids were judges, and law-makers. Traditionally Druids are interested in
restorative, not punitive, justice.
Love of Story and Myth
– Druidry recognises and uses the power of mythology and stories.
Love of History and
reverence for the Ancestors – Druidry recognises the forming power of the
Love of Trees –
Druids today plant trees and Sacred Groves and study treelore.
Love of Stones –
Druids today build stone circles, collect stones and work with crystals.
Love of Truth – Druid
Philosophy is a quest for Wisdom.
Love of Animals –
Druidry sees animals as sacred, and teaches sacred animal lore.
Love of the Body –
Druidry sees the body and sexuality as sacred.
Love of the Sun, Moon,
Stars and Sky – Druid Starlore, embodied in the old stories and the stone
circles, teaches a love for the Universe.
Love of each other
– Druidry fosters the magic of relationships, of community.
Love of Life –
Druidry encourages celebration and full commitment to life – it is not a
spirituality that wants us to escape from life.
This pretty much covers how I want to fit in the world and is
also written openly enough to allow me to interpret the words in a way that
suits me best – for example the Love of the Body line means, to me, that I need
to take care of myself and keep myself healthy and that all sexualities are
sacred and to be included in my understanding of the world. When I needed it
most, OBOD’s type of Druidry gave me a framework to think around and to build my own
personal spirituality and craft on, which is why it remains a huge part of my
If you do read any of the books above, I hope you find them
interesting and useful. If you don’t, apologies! Regardless, come and tell me what
you think of them – I love to chat about what I’ve read.
Can you do a Morgan Rielly one where he proposes to you?
“I’m going to take Maggie for a walk. Want anything while we’re out?” Morgan asked as he popped his smiling face in your office.
“Can I come?” You asked closing you pen.
You had been stuck in your home office all day and it was the first nice day of the year. You really needed to get out of house and out of that stuff room of yours.
“We would love that, wouldn’t we Maggie!” Morgan said to the lab on the floor.
“Great! I’m going to grab my shoes.”
“No!” Morgan said handing you Maggies leash. “I have to grab sunglasses out of the room anyways, so I’ll grab your shoes. You stay here with Mags.”
“Okay.” you smiled.
You two had stopped at a small lake by your house, with some ice cream that Morgan bought you three.
“It’ so nice out. We should have a picnic this weekend.” You said leaning into Mo’s side.
“That sounds like a nice idea.” He said as he fed the last of his cone to Maggie. “I have a questions for you.”
“Shoot.” You giggled still looking out towards the water not realizing that Morgan was on the ground.
“Will….Will you marry me?” He softly said.
With your cone still in hand you turned to see Morgan on the floor, down on one knee with a beautiful ring in his hand. You were speechless.
“I was going to ask you tomorrow. I mean I had the whole day and night planned but I put the ring in my pocket before we left the house and looking at you just know it….well it felt right to do it now. I love you Y/N and I want to be able to love you for the rest of your life. If you let me.” He smiled weakly. “Yes.” You said softly.
“Yes?” Morgan repeated.
“Yes.” You said once again before the tears happened.
Morgan placed the ring on your finger before pulling you in for a kiss. You broke away once Maggie started barking.
“Mommy, said yes!” Mo said as he pet the lab. “Yes, she did!”
Summary: After Alec comes out to his family, Jace drags Alec to an LGBT friendly strip club so he can ‘expand his horizons’ since he hasn’t even attempted to date or meet anybody new. Alec reluctantly agrees only because he’s grateful Jace is so supportive. While there, his eyes land on an intoxicating man whose body moves so fluidly Alec can’t keep his eyes off of him. Once Magnus is alone with him, he, too, finds himself enraptured by the younger man.
Genre: Smut, Romance, Friendship, Everyone is Human AU
A/N: I did my best to be as realistic and accurate as possible so please forgive anything lacking in that department. Please be aware I upped the rating on AO3 from Mature to Explicit FOR A VERY GOOD REASON. The smuttiest, gayest thing I’ve ever posted on here, dear god I’m trash for these smitten kittens.
Title inspired from Selena Gomez’ song of the same name. This is the final part of the two-part series. Feedback of all kinds is very welcome!!
Magnus had left Alec alone in the room hours ago, yet he swore he had left a piece of himself behind too.
He had gone back to work, trying to compartmentalize his thoughts as he usually did so he could focus on putting on the best show he could, but his mind drifted against his wishes. He certainly hadn’t expected anything that ended up transpiring in that room when he first heard he had been requested for a private dance.
His eyes found the man he had just soloed for shortly after his return to stage, Alec meeting up with a blonde man around his age at the bar and heading out of the door immediately. He felt his heart sink at the concerned looks shared between the blonde and the bartender, knowing both were questioning what had upset the boy.
Magnus swallowed his pride and concentrated on the music, effectively pushing Alec to the back of his mind now that he had left the building for good.
Thankfully, his shift was only a couple hours longer and finally closing time came around. Magnus rushed towards the back room, ready to gather his things and get the hell out of there. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts; he’d clean up and take off his make-up at home.
“Everything okay with you, Mags? Maia said you stole someone’s puppy earlier.” his coworker and long-time friend Dot said as she sat down next to him.
“I did what?” he couldn’t help but ask, bewildered by the statement.
Dot smiled a little. “One of your private requests. She said he left looking like someone stole his puppy. Did you reject him or something? Turn down a marriage proposal?”
Although it wouldn’t be the first time he would’ve had to do so, at least the former, Magnus shook his head. “No, nothing like that. Just a little… sexual awakening for the young man, I think. Always a little rough.”
Dot nodded sympathetically. “You’ve just seemed off since then too. Anything you want to talk about?”
Magnus cast his eyes around to see they were alone, some of the others already gone and the few still around away in the showers.
He wasn’t sure if he was ready to talk about it though. Despite spending a lot of the night thinking about it, it wasn’t exactly something prideful he was looking to admit.
Unfortunately for him, she didn’t miss the guilt settling on his face. “Uh oh. I know that look. Something happened. What did you do?”
“Now, why would you assume I’m at fault here?” he said, hand on his chest in mock-incredulity.
“Because I know you, Magnus. What happened?”
Sensing defeat, he sighed. “I… I may have made a mistake with him. Broke a big rule.”
Dot’s eyes went round. “Magnus!” she whisper-shouted. “Raphael will kill you!”
“Not if he doesn’t find out.” he said, rolling his eyes at her dramatics. “Plus, he owes me a lot. I practically raised him.”
“I don’t think babysitting him every time his parents went away counts as raising him.”
“It does when they were as absent from his life as they were.”
Dot poked him in the shoulder. “Stop changing the subject. What. Did. You. Do.”
Magnus exhaled, thinking back to the raven-haired boy. “Well, things were going well. Everything panning out as expected. He was shy and nervous but overly respectful, if anything. And then, to my surprise, in one heated moment, he leaned forward and kissed me.”
His friend watched him carefully, seeming wary by his answer, as if waiting for more. “O-kay… here I thought it was a big deal. Sheesh, Mags, you know we’ve all had the odd one do that. Just because you didn’t rat him out doesn’t mean you’re the devil. I mean, you said he was young, right? It was probably just a first timer mistake. It’s not that wrong to let it slide.”
He looked down, knowing he couldn’t look his friend in the eye during his true confession. “Well, he pulled back in a panic, apologizing profusely, but I… I was the one who kissed him again.”
Ever since Carter left Manhattan, you would occasionally have a thing with Nate as Carter wasn't there to fill your needs anymore. But when he returns, and he finds out what you and Nate had been up to, he makes sure that wouldn't be going near Nate anytime soon.
He always showed up at the most unexpected times. He still had the key you gave him, which you knew he still thought of you. You’re surprised when the lift doors open in your penthouse, Carter inside. His hands are shoved in his pockets, leaning against the back wall. You were sat opposite the lift, on your couch reading.
“Archibald, really? That’s low” he shook his head walking towards you. “And I had to read about it on some gossip mag?” he stands infront of you, heavily breathing.
“I- he was here and you weren’t” you reason, stuttering over your words.
“I’m here now” he says simply, hands undoing his tie and taking off his blazer. He kneels infront of you, parting your legs as he searches your eyes questioningly. “Tell me he means nothing to you” he murmurs, vulnerability in his tone.
“He means nothing to me, Car” he smiles softly at the use of his nickname. He kisses the inside of your thigh and you moan, quietly leaning back against the couch.
A/N: Wow. It’s been a long freaking time since I updated this story. I got a bit of inspiration though so I hope this chapter makes up for the lack of content from this fic. I do think that if this isn’t the last part, I will only have one or two more. The journey is coming to an end and it is a bittersweet feeling
He looked at you, searching for any sign of a lie or joke,
afraid that this was a test that they managed to make his маленькая принцесса
work for them, and that he had failed to get you a better life. When he was met
with nothing but honest eyes, he went to answer before static was heard across
the building coms, followed by a loud voice
“Avengers, Welcome to your sweet Y/N’s birth place. Thank
you for bringing her home to us.”
Recognizing the voice as the guy who was talking to Bucky
back at the tower, your stance became defensive.
Bucky instantly, wrapped his human hand around your arm,
pulling you close to him, the two of you searching the room, looking for all
Max Lightwood-Bane growing up idolizing his Shadowhunter dad.
Alec bringing Max to the institute with him to train when Magnus was busy with a client. And Max happily sitting off to the side watching his dad train, mesmerized by how strong he was.
When Rafael comes into the family, and Alec starts to teach him things about being a Shadowhunter, Max insists on joining in. Neither Magus nor Alec have the heart to tell Max he can’t actually become a real Shadowhunter.
Max grows up training with Raf and Alec. He’s usually able to keep up with them in terms of fighting, and when he’s not no one says anything if he uses a bit of magic to bring him up to their strength/skill level.
The time comes when Raf gets his first runes and Max asks his dads when he’ll be able to get his.
Cue heartbreaking scene where Magnus has to pull Max aside and explain to him that Downworlders can’t get runes like Shadowhunters.
Max getting angry because he doesn’t understand, he just wants to be like his dad. He wants to be a hero like his dad and Raf, he wants to be a Shadowhunter.
Magnus smiling and explaining that being a Warlock is even better, you get magic and you can do whatever you want and don’t have to follow orders from the Clave.
To make things even more painful Max gets frustrated and yells at Magnus, saying something like “I don’t want to be a stupid Warlock! I want to be a hero! I want to be like Dad!” and running off to his room.
“Alec… please don’t leave. Please, we can sort this out
together. We always do, right?” Alec sighed, turning to face his almost
distraught looking boyfriend. “I’ve told you, Magnus. We’ve talked about this.
I’m sorry, but I can’t keep putting it off any longer. I need to go.” This
conversation had been happening all day and each time, Alec’s will power
diminished a little more. It wasn’t happening again, this time he was going for
sure. A small whine escaped from Magnus’ throat, his face falling even further.
Raziel, he was such a drama queen.
“You’ll be fine by yourself, you’ve done it before. I’m sorry, but I have to
“Could you at least leave a manual? One of those books, you still have them
The women were clearing away the plates as usual after dinner while the men swapped stories from before the end of the world around the campfire.
“So, what do you miss most?” Beth asks you and Maggie as you stand by the kitchen counter in Herschel’s house.
“Erm, I gotta say, a nice cold can of coke,” you say, almost salivating at the thought.
“Coke?” Maggie asks, shocked.
“Yeah!” You laugh, “why, what do you miss most?”
“Well, the touch of a man would be nice again,” she giggles.
“I’d say music,” Beth smiles innocently.
“That’s only because you’ve never had a man touch you yet though,” Maggie winks.
“Mags! Really!” Beth laughs, “you can be so embarrassing sometimes!”
“Hey, I’m just being honest!” She smiles, “anyway, you sure it’s a can of Coke, (Y/N)? You seem pretty close with Daryl.”
“Haha, he’s a lovely man.”
“Oh come on, as if!”
“Why? He looks like he’d definitely take care of you, if you know what I mean,” Maggie teases as Beth laughs in the background.
“That’s just not my kind of thing.”
“Sex isn’t your kind of thing?!” She shouts in shock.
“Well, nothing like that is.”
“How do you mean?” Beth asks, interested.
“I’m asexual,” you whisper.
“What does that mean?”
“I’ve no desire for anything like that,” you explain.
“Really?” Maggie asks.
“Really!” You say.
“But there’s gotta be something that makes you… I don’t know, feel something?” She probes.
“Nope,” you shake your head.
“I don’t believe you at all, there must be something!”
“What’s all the squealing about?” Rick asks as he and Daryl walk into the kitchen.
“(Y/N) says she doesn’t have any sexual feelings whatsoever, and I definitely think she’s lying. I mean, everyone has at least one thing that gets them excited right?” Maggie explains.
“Um, I don’t know about that,” Rick says, embarrassed at the nature of the conversation. Daryl looks at you through his fringe and your face lights up bright red. He comes over to you, takes your hand and pulls you out onto the porch.
“Ya okay?” He asks, concerned.
“Yeah, I’m fine. You okay?”
“I’m good. Ya sure?”
“I’m used to people not understanding how I feel,” you shrug.
“Same here,” he agrees. You sit out on the steps together for a while, then Daryl turns to you.
“So ya don’t like anyone?”
“I like people, I just don’t have any desire for anyone, y'know?”
“Ah, okay,” he nods, “what about havin’ a boyfriend?”
“Yeah, it won’t stop me having a boyfriend, but he’d have to understand that I wouldn’t want to be physical,” you say.
“But ya wouldn’t like him?”
“No, it’s not like that,” you laugh, “I mean, I can like someone more than someone else, but not like sexually.”
“Mkay, so who do ya like most out of us lot?”
“Now that’s a tough one,” you smile, “it’s gotta be you.”
“Good, ‘cause I like ya the most too.”
“Thanks Daryl,” you grin. After your talk Daryl understood your feelings more, sticking up for you if anyone ever said anything, which happened quite often as they still didn’t get how you truly felt.
A couple of weeks went by and it was one particularly hard night when every had found a stash of beer on a run and decided to get drunk.
“So you don’t drink AND you don’t have sex?” Shane laughed, “baby, you just ain’t been with the right man. Let me take care of you.” He brushed up against your arm and you shuddered.
“Pretty sure you of all people aren’t going to change how I feel Shane,” you snapped back, smirking.
“Damn girl, Daryl’s gonna explode if you don’t give in,” he says, pointing over to a red faced Daryl.
“Leave it Shane,” Daryl warns.
“Nah man, I wanna see you get some, sure as hell need something to put a smile on that miserable face of yours.”
“SHUT UP!” Daryl yells, standing up and storming over to Shane, “we’re together and nothin’ else matters, especially not any of that bullshit. That ain’t how ya show ya love someone.” Daryl says this all through gritted teeth, then takes your hand to help you up and leads you back to the tent you shared.
“Daryl, you didn’t have to.”
“I know, but he was pissin’ me off and I couldn’t stand him talking about ya like that.”
“Thank you,” you whisper, “y'know, we don’t have to carry this on if it’s going to cause problems.”
“I ain’t givin’ up what we have jus’ because of some little prick like him,” Daryl says, “unless ya don’t wanna do this.”
“No, no I do! You’ve listened to everything I have to say about how I feel, and I’m so grateful you understand. I want to be with you, in any way I can.”
“Then that’s all that matters,” he smiles, taking your hand and holding it between his. You smile back and as he lays down, you rest your head on his chest, his heartbeat slowly helping you fall asleep.