man i really look forward to move in


My new bedroom wall in my new flat :D I think I will add some cards on the left an right walls for a little fading effect (but this alone took about four hours with the help of a friend, so I just haven’t got it done today). My bed will be in front of that wall, that’s why I didn’t put cards all the way down to the ground.
Well, I love it :D And it’s way cooler than paint the wall white.

“I have… died before, Dean.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” Dean stared back at him. They had gotten back to the bunker in two cars, Mary having diverted to meet with another hunter friend. Castiel’s car remained back where they left it because Dean didn’t want him to drive. It was too soon since he had nearly watched Castiel die right in front of him…  Sam could sense Dean’s unease the minute they made their way to the Impala and Dean tossed Sam the keys, opting instead to sit in the backseat with Cas.

“Dean…” Castiel shifted his weight at the base of the stairs in the war room, looking anywhere but the hunter in front of him. Sam went to return the weapons they had brought on them for the hunt. If Dean was gonna say his piece the last thing he could use was an audience.

“Don’t ‘Dean’ me, Cas!” Dean moved to grab Castiel’s attention, his wall starting to crumble. Cas was gonna die. He was gonna flatline right in front of Dean and there was nothing Dean could’ve done before Crowley snapped the lance. I can’t watch you die, Cas.

Castiel saw Dean’s expression change then, the layers unfurling. This was him breaking down. He took a step forward to help steady Dean’s weight as it shifted, both hands on Dean’s shoulders. 

“… There was black goo coming out of your mouth. It smelled like acid, man.” Dean knew he was rambling, shaking, but right now he really didn’t care. “I’ve been through shit. We’ve been through shit, but the last four hours of my life… were the worst I’ve ever had.” He moved to put one of his hands over Castiel’s on his shoulder, this time looking at Castiel head on. “I’ve made ‘I’m gonna die’ speeches, but never once did I say the one thing that I wanted… that I needed you to know. And just,” his voice broke then. Castiel felt Dean’s hand push against his own, grounding himself. “Hearing you say that part made me realize I never said it to you.”

Castiel said nothing, letting Dean have a moment to collect his thoughts. His body was fine, but his mind would need a few days to recover, he knew. Seeing Dean like this, seeing him so broken by the very idea; it was more than Cas could bare. Slowly, he closed the space between them until they were chest to chest, Dean’s face buried in Castiel’s neck as his other arm came around Castiel’s back.

“I’m alive, Dean,” Castiel spoke slowly against Dean’s hair as the other man’s grip tightened. “We’re alive, and what I said was still true.” 

“I can’t lose you, Cas. I refuse to. You’re family. You’re more than that,” Dean raised his head, his eyes red and his lip quivering. “I need to say it. I need you to know,” Dean swallowed hard.  “I love you, Cas. I can’t lose you.”

Castiel gave him a small smile. These were words he never thought he would hear and had come to terms with that, but the tide was changing. “You won’t lose me. Not ever.”

They didn’t separate for the rest of the night. 

Finding out (Cam boy Jeremy part one)

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•you never expected you’d be spending your Friday night like this, a tab opened on your laptop directing you to a cam site

•you were introduced to the site by a friend, their exact words were something along the lines of “you can’t work up the courage to ask Jeremy out so why not pretend and have some fun?”

•at the time you had blushed and denied everything but… here you were still. They did have a point though. You had been crushing on the lanky Heere for close to three years now and in that time frame you had been shoved into the friend zone

•you sighed thinking back about Jeremy… each time he smiled you felt your heart raced and that laugh, oh that laugh could brighten your day instantly.

•as you scrolled through the site one video took your attention, the stream seemed to have just started due to the growing viewing count. You took a quick look at the thumbnail, it was of a man, his body lanky and pale… it almost reminded you of Jeremy

•before you could stop yourself you had clicked the video. The boy didn’t show his face, the shot cutting off bellow his shoulders. Your eyes scanned down the mystery mans body

•just like in the thumbnail the man was thin, skin pale with freckles littering over his shoulders. You had to admit he was attractive but looked vaguely familiar

•quickly you looked over to the chat to see everyone excitedly asking what he was planning, some people were already tipping

•you couldn’t tear your eyes away as he pushed his chair back, now giving you all a full view of his body. The only thing he was wearing was a pair of boxers, hiding a very obvious erection from view

•slowly you run your tongue over your bottom lip. How did you get drawn into this so easily? Pushing the thought out of your head you found your eyes being glued to the screen as the boy starts to talk

•"I’m going to do something a little different today…“ you draw your brows together slightly that voice sounded very familiar “if you’ve watched me before you may know there’s this one girl I like” he was playing with is hands, his long fingers intertwining with each other nervously

•you glance over at the chat, seeing a few people discussing what he was saying and trying to figure out what this different thing was. Your attention was drawn back to the screen when the guy started speaking again

•"recently she came over… we were just hanging out nothing special” some people on the chat sounded disappointed, were they hoping this girl would come on screen?

•"she… she left her gym bag here yesterday and I looked through it" his voice trailed of for a second as he looked at the chat, you could hear him laugh lightly “I couldn’t help myself and… I figured I’d give you guys a quick little show while I was at it”

•you raised your brow as you saw him bend down to reach for something, you could catch a glimpse of brown hair… this guy really did remind you Jeremy. When he moved back up he was holding something in his hands

•you leaned forward to have a closer look, were those yours? No they couldn’t be… you had lost those panties after you misplaced your gym bag the other day.

•the chat exploded as people figured out there were panties and when the mystery man held them up properly everything clicked…

•no way, those were yours… it even had the small red ribbon bows on the side you added to make them “more appealing” speaking of that this guy said this girl left her bag there yesterday too. You were at Jeremy’s at that time as well. Your eyes went wide as you realised… this cam boy didn’t just look like Jeremy. He was Jeremy

•your heart thumped against your chest as everything ran through your mind. You should log off and pretend nothing happened, but you couldn’t do it, your mouse hovering over the exit button hesitantly. Everything Jeremy said since you joined the stream echoed in your brain. He…he liked you? And he… was he going to jerk off with your panties?

•"I… I waited until now to actually use them… I know it’s dirty and creepy but I couldn’t help myself" the boy… well Jeremy said. His hand moving under his boxers to stroke his length, a deep moan leaving him “I… I need to know how they feel”

•you felt your core dampen as his slowly slipped off his boxers, his hard cock showing up on screen. You couldn’t help yourself as you quickly shimmy out of your pants, eyes never leaving the screen

•you watched as Jeremy wrapped the lace undergarment around his aching cock, the second the fabric touched him he let out a sinful moan

•your body heated up as your fingers quickly found your clit, you never knew this side of Jeremy before now… and by god were you happy you found this out

•you long forgot about the chat as Jeremy started to pump his length, his moans a mixture of breathy and needy. You could easily become addicted to those sounds. Quickly you pressed a finger against your core, trying to match the quick pace of Jeremy’s hand

•"a-ah i-its kind of rough, t-the lace feel weird but I keep imagining her. The fact she was wearing them" and loud moan escaped his mouth as his hand speeds up “its dirty I know… but I can’t help think about her wearing these after this. Her walking around in the panties I came in without knowing about it”

•before you could stop yourself a moan of his name escaped you, your mind wondered to how it would feel. If you were there would he make you wear them with his cum dripping from them? Would he part your lips and push them into your mouth as he bends you over and fucks you? Each thought caused a new wave of excitement to wash over you

•you added another finger as your mind wondered to all the possibilities. You knew Jeremy had an effect on you but not to this extent… in a matter of minutes you were a mess just watching him

•Jeremy whimpered, hips stuttering in a wild series of bucks. What would his face look like? You can only imagine his flushed face and glazed over eyes… his brown hair messy from his hand running through it.

•"a-ah shit… are you guys enjoying the show? I’ve never gotten so many tips before" he purrs, you imagined a small smirk on his face as he glanced down at the screen. “Huh?… I-I can’t do that! It’s embarrassing”

•frowning you glance back over the chat, you hadn’t really been paying attention since Jeremy started his little show. Your eyes widened as you saw the chat flooded with requests

•all of them were asking for Jeremy to put them on, some even offering large tips in exchange for him doing it. Your mind wondered… Jeremy would look good in them you had to admit

•the black lace would compliment his pale skin… his cock being restrained by the lace causing a mouth watering bulge to form. Before you could stop yourself you were typing three simple words

•"please do it"

•you watched Jeremy hesitate, pulling the panties away from his cock before sighing “okay… ill put them on but only for a second” your heart jumped as you saw him stand up, your eyes never leaving his glorious dick

•eagerly your eyes followed as the lace undergarment slipped up his pale legs, settling along his hips as he showed the camera. You didn’t know if you liked the view more from the front or the back

•the chat went crazy. People started complimenting him, others sending in massive tips. You couldn’t help yourself but send in a small $5 donation yourself… I mean it was your underwear right? It would only make sense to give something

•"s-so? Seems like most of you like them" Jeremy let out a soft moan as he sat down on the chair again, his legs spread open slightly “all of you want me to keep them on… w-why don’t we say if we reach $200 I’ll do the rest of the show in them”

•your eyes widened as you saw the tips roll in, in a matter of seconds Jeremy had well gone over the goal he set. A small chuckle left him… a deep and husky laugh that forced a moan to escape you

•with your full attention on Jeremy again you watched as he palmed his bulge, deep growls leaving his lips with each movement

•"f-fuck… a-ah god" he whimpered, hips grinding against his hand “I-it feel good… a-ah the fact she wore these before it… I’m going to cum soon”

•you whine your thumb quickly circling your clit, you were determined to cum at the same time as Jeremy… at this point you had to

•he slid down on the chair lightly, just enough for you to see his lips on screen. Your heart jumped as you saw his lips parted, rough moans flowing freely from him as he brought himself closer and closer to release

•your eyes watered, hips desperately bucking into your hand as your nerves burned. You weren’t going to last much longer… you couldn’t stop yourself as your fingers curled against your g-spot, brushing against it as you saw stars

•you could still hear Jeremy’s loud moans and gasps over top of yours, your body nearly shaking as you climaxed… you don’t think you’d ever cum as hard as this before.

•you collapsed against your chair, eyes half lidded as you stared back at the screen just in time to see Jeremy’s body tremble as he came undone. His hands palming his crotch harder and faster then before, some of the most sinful noses left him as the chat started to explode with compliments

•then Jeremy started to mumble something, at first it wasn’t overly loud. You could barely make out what it was but then as his voice rose in volume it started to become clearer “Y/N… a-ah shit I’m-I’m going to come Y/N!!”

•never in your life had you seen a better site. Jeremy’s hand still grinding against his cock through your panties as he rode out his orgasam. A damp spot forming on the front of the black material… if you weren’t so tired you could have probably started touching yourself all over again from that image alone

•it took awhile for Jeremy to catch his breath, his chest raising and falling as he slowly adjusts himself upright on his chair again. “S-shit… now I have to clean these before I return them” he mumbled, laughing lightly as some people typed that he shouldn’t… you couldn’t help but type the same thing

•"I can’t do that, she’ll hate me forever if she finds out" you could only laugh… there was no way in hell you could hate him after this. Jeremy spend a couple of minutes answering some questions, most of them sexual but some were surprisingly innocent considering what everyone just watched. You even found yourself joining in near the end but unfortunately it couldn’t last forever

•"Ah crap looks like that’s all the time I have. Thank you for all those who tipped today… ah be sure to tune in next week" he didn’t wait for anyone to reply, his hand quickly covered the camera before the stream disconnected and kicking you back to the home page

•your mind was fuzzy, you still couldn’t believe it… Jeremy, the sweet and kind Jeremy you’ve love for years just masturbated to your panties. This had to be a dream right?

•you shook you head, glancing back to the laptop. Without a second thought you hit notifications… you really couldn’t miss Jeremy’s next show, especially now when you have a few ideas running through your head on how to make these shows a little bit more interesting

•maybe you could leave a few other things at his place during your next study session…

anonymous asked:

Why is it a problem for kris to be the next doctor?

The problem isn’t with Kris Marshall as a bloke. I’m sure he’s a nice guy. From what I’ve seen of him, (and if you don’t think I went and watched some Death in Paradise or some My Family or…those…BT ads…to check him out the second his name popped up months ago, you’d be wrong), he’s an okay actor (emphasis on the okay, he’s neither exciting nor inspiring imo), but this is about what it says about the state of the show.

When Peter Capaldi was cast, it was a bold move. It might not have been the bold move people on here wanted at the time, (a man of colour/woman/woman of colour would have been…well..great), but this was a show making the choice to lose its dashing young lead and replace him with an older actor. What this said about the show is that it had confidence, it was willing to make bold creative choices, which I thnk was then reflected in the bolder, more psycologically complex series 8-9. 

Doctor Who has, since then, waned a tad in terms of its public perception. Not neccessarily a fault of it’s own! As years have gone by, it has, naturally, subsided from the public eye. At the brink of a new era, ushered in by a new showrunner, now is the time, more than ever, to capture the interest of a 2018, modern day audience. I don’t think it’s controversial to say that you do that by being new and forward-looking, bold and confident. 

Kris Marshall fits snugly into the David Tennant mould. He’s a mid-40′s, slightly quirky, slightly good-looking white man. He’s the definition of a no-confidence, safe choice. If he’s cast, we’ll be looking at a show trying desperately to recapture the storming mainstream populism of the Tennant years, which ended nearly a decade ago. We’ll be looking at a show intent on looking back instead of looking forward. We’ll be looking at a show, and a showrunner, who is more pre-occupied with finding a casual audience than it is with telling new, creative stories. And that’s something to be sad about, I think. Given what Doctor Who is. Given its optimism, its boldness, its dependance on change and renewal and moving on, I really, truly, do.

Also, he would be the 13th white man to play the doctor in a row and after 54 years and multiple seasons of increased diversity, representation, and set-up from Steven Moffat for a female Doctor (River Song, Clara’s arc, Missy, The General’s regeneration, literally the whole of World Enough and Time/The Doctor Falls), it would be not only thematically inconsistent, but an utter shame for Chibnall to throw that all away at the start of what he claims to be a “bold new era”. 

Analysing the paintings in Blood, Sweat & Tears

Since I’m majoring in art, I asked my teacher of history of art if he can recognize the painting is this scene:

After watching the scene approx 8 times  (istg I began to regret) he told me that this painting the “Landscape with the Fall of Icarus” 

If you have already read my explanation on the “Lament of Icarus” (aka the painting behing bts and jungkook @2:17 for example) then you recognized the name “Icarus”. 

If you didn’t please read it here or you won’t understand!

Nothing abnormal in this picture right? huuum look closely. In the right corner you can this a drowning man: this man is Icarus

Icarus is the courage, the adventure, he’s young. Locked by Minos in the labyrinth he has the willingness to try to escape. But his flaw/mistake was to succumb to the intoxication of the success. This painting represents the call of the freedom and the dream of escape

Apparently, the farmer with the red clothes is an allegory of the Hope (he didnt tell me why, maybe because the farmer looks like he’s always working?). This allegory contrasts with the fall of Icarus who represents the sufferings. Also this painting creates a separation between the dream (Icarus) and the reality (the farmer)

In the Mv

Taehyung also falls. But look at his face. He chose to fall and he’s happy about it. I think this represents Icarus flying before falling into the ocean, when there were no sufferings.

My teacher advised me to analyse the mv like I do with a painting or a sculpture (bc i told him that i didnt understand it lmao i wanted help), so thats what i did.


Look at the sculpture, the man (?) is about to fly (his right foot is almost in the air, his back and his right hand are moved forward), he looks confident. This man is obviously Icarus who is about to fly to escape the labyrinth.

In the myth, the wings were glued on his back with some wax (obviously hot wax, keep that i mind it’s important)

Then we see this

This scene contrasts completely with this scene:

In both scenes we see Taehyng from the back. In the first scene everything is bright, he’s smiling. In the last everything is dark, he’s in the same clothes but we can see his (beautiful) back, the light comes from above.  An the most important thing: In the bright scene Taehyung is (almost) in the air and in the dark scene, he’s not anymore, he’s on the ground.

Again in the myth, Icarus flew way too high and the wax melted, then he fell into the ocean. It means that the wings arent on his back anymore.

It looks like the supposed wings on Tae’s back were extracted. Like Icarus, he losted his wings. Taehyung flew but fell on the ground. He didn’t succeed 

Now my own interpretation of the wings: they can represent the dreams. We aren’t born with dreams like we arent born with wings. When we find our dreams, they are glued on us. They can make us happy and confident. We can fly with them. But it’s fragile! The wax can melt and we can lose our dreams easily.

Best. Internship. Ever

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 3100

Author’s Note: FBI Stiles get’s me going and @mf-despair-queen gave me this idea and I just had to write it omg. I hope you guys enjoy this! Thanks to @rememberstilinski for proofreading this for me. She’s the best!

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Quantico, Virginia. I’m finally here, at the FBI academy. I looked up at the white building, my stomach churning with excitement as I hiked my bag over my shoulder. I fixed the collar of my button up white shirt, placing the name badge over my head as it dangles from my neck. I waltzed into the building, staring at everything in sight as my eyes lit up, a wide smile on my lips.

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anonymous asked:

"Can you shut up?!" Whatever ship first comes to mind when you read this

It’s not a ship (oh God no…) But this was the first thing that came to mind when I saw this prompt! Hope you like it Anon! 

Gabe vs. Sabine- can you shut up?

Sabine Cheng liked to consider herself a fairly reasonable woman. She was generally slow to anger, eager to think well of people, but ready to acknowledge that the world was not without flaws. She prefered to act based on facts and logic instead of jumping into situations blindly. She even came into today’s parent teacher conference about the repeated attendance problems amongst several of the students ready to keep an open mind, ready to listen to both the schools and Marinette’s point of view as to what exactly was going on lately, that she and three of her other classmates were so frequently not where they were supposed to be.

Of course none of these things had prepared her for suffering through the presence of Gabriel Agreste.

She wasn’t sure what it was exactly that had pushed her over the edge. Perhaps it was the complete disdain he made no attempt to hide when he arrived at the meeting 5 minutes later than it was scheduled? (Although to his credit he was at least still 10 minutes earlier than their ‘esteemed’ mayor.) Or maybe his snide comments that all this meeting proved was that the school was clearly incompetent that they couldn’t appreciate or even keep track of Adrien’s ‘higher priority’ schedule of activities and that it was a mistake to allow Adrien to even attend? (She hoped for the boy’s sake that the threats to pull Adrien out of school if his haughtiness Gabriel Agreste was ever pulled away from his precious work again where just threats. She couldn’t imagine having to be cooped up in a house all day with that man.) It might have been the part where he simply stood up in the middle of Mssr. Damocles explanation as to how there were going to proceed with nothing more than a cursory ‘I need to take this’ before walking out of the room, cell phone in hand, without a backwards glance.

Most likely it was the moment when he came back 20 minutes later, as she, Mssr and Madame Cesaire, and Mayor Bourgeois, stared at the giant hole in the wall through which the Principal and the Akuma that used to be her husband had disappeared through, with a drawling ‘Did I miss anything important?’

Now, she wondered just which deity she must have offended that she found herself trapped in an empty classroom, about to be set upon by brainwashed minions, with quite possibly the most disagreeable man in Paris.

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Abject Terror

SO @koryan13 requested this AGES ago. Like… So long ago. Months ago. Not-okay long ago. I’m so sorry it took so long, but I was having major writers block on this one. But I got it out!!!! I hope you enjoy! The prompt was for the team getting stuck in a forest where they see their worst fears, and langst ensues ;)

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His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow // SHAWN MENDES

My black dress hung to me like a second skin as Shawn, dressed in a matching black suit, and I walked through the doors to where there was an engagement party for my best friend. 

“Thanks for coming again, I know you’re tired,” I say swinging our entwined hands. 

“You’re welcome sweetie,” Shawn says kissing my forehead as we wait for the lift. In a few minutes the doors were opening to the top floor where the party was being held.

“Jasmine!” I call when I see her, running as fast as my heels could take me to where she stands with her fiance Mark.

She squeals when she sees me. “Y/N” she hugs me before pulling back, noticing Shawn. “And you brought Shawn” Jasmine leans over to hug him who previously just shook hands with Mark.

“Its so beautiful here,” I comment, admiring the room that’s decorated with black and white balloons and streamers- the theme for the party.

“It turned out so well,” Jasmine says grinning at me widely.

Just then, another couple arrived walking through the lift doors.

“I’ll let you greet them and Shawn and I can go get drinks,” I say hugging her one last time. 

“Awesome can you grab me a chardonnay?” she pleads.

“Sure,” I giggle before grabbing Shawn’s hand and tugging him to the bar. 

“Can I get two Chardonnays and a beer please?” I ask the bartender who nods, grabbing the glasses.

I turn to look at Shawn whose already starring at me. 

“What?” I ask, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Nothing, you just look beautiful,” He says smiling as my cheeks heat. 

“You already said that in the car,” I say, unable to stop grinning. 

“Can’t I tell you again?” He says, his hand resting on my hip. 

I roll my eyes. “Knock yourself out,” 

“Two chardonnays and a beer,” The bartender says placing the drinks on the ledge. 

“Thanks,” I say grabbing the two wine glasses. “I’m going to give this to Jaz, be right back,” Shawn nods smiling at me.

I stand still for a second, not tearing my eyes away from Shawn’s who seems just as stuck as I. 

“Drinks?” he murmurs, leaning forward till his nose brushed mine and his body was pressed against me.

“Right,” I squeaked, racing off but not before turning to look back to Shawn, his dark eyes still locked on mine.

“Jaz here,” I say once I reached her, passing her the glass.

“Thanks Y/N” she says gratefully. “Thanks for coming tonight,” she adds.

I shake my head, “No problem, I wouldn’t have missed this for anything,” 

“I can’t wait until you and Shawn have an engagement party,” She giggles.

“Jaz!” I say looking away, my cheeks still red from before. 

“Oh come on! We all know its going to happen” She protests laughing. “No one so held over heels for each other like you and Shawn are not going to end up together,”

“We’ll see,” I say softly, taking a sip of the wine. 

Her eyes look behind me, “Shoot Mark’s parents are here, you know how they are, sorry y/n” she rests a hand on my arm.

“Don’t worry I get it,” I say laughing pulling her into a hug. “Go knock em dead,” I cheer and she laughs, going to meet them. 

I sigh. Yeah, I wanted to get married to Shawn but would he want to marry me? Would we even last- Shawn touring a lot of the year. What if we wanted to start a family? It would never be a stable environment for the child with Shawn gone most of the time.

“Has anyone told you that you look beautiful tonight?” a voice pulls me out of the day dream. A man, few inches shorter then Shawn, with blonde hair smiles at me.

“Yeah, actually a few minutes ago,” I say smiling. 

“Wasn’t a smart move to let you leave him then,” the guy says smirking. I begin to feel uncomfortable, shifting on my feet. 

“He didn’t really let me-”

“I’m Simon- and you are?” He asks putting his hand forward for me to shake. Well then. 

“I’m Y/N,” I say trying not to grimace. 

“Beautiful girl, beautiful name,”

“Look I better go, my-” I try to say but he cuts me off again.

“I think you should stay, lets chat for a bit,” He says, grabbing my hand to pull me back, tilting his head. 

“Thanks but no-” 

“So who are you to the lucky couple,” He asks smiling, showing off his perfectly white teeth.

“Soon to be wife’s best friend,” I say, voice lack of emotion. 

“Cool, cool,” He nods, taking a sip from his glass. Out of the corner of my eye I see an angry figure make his way towards us. Shawn.

Guess I’ll see you at the wedding then?” He asks looking hopeful.

“I think not,” Shawn says, pulling me into his side. 

“Simon,” I grin, “This is my boyfriend” 

“How you doing?” Shawn asks, his smile telling a different story to his eyes that were dark with anger. 

“Good man, look I better get a refill,” Simon says and before we can even reply he’s gone.

“How dare he?” Shawn says lowly. “My girlfriend, who does he think he is?” he slams his cup onto the table, some of it sloshing out the side. 

“Shawn, calm down, he’s gone,” I say placing one hand on his arm, rubbing softly, trying to calm him down. 

He exhales, “He had no respect for you, I mean, you told him to fuck off like 10 times but it just made him try harder. His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow,” 

I can’t help but giggle. “Aren’t you just one big protective boyfriend?” I tease. 

He glances at me, picking up his beer again before looking back at Simon who stands across the room, now talking to a group of men. So much for a refill.

“I hate him,” he states. I wrap one arm around his waist, leaning into his side while one of Shawn’s arms rests across my shoulders. 

“Thank you,” I whisper in his ear trying to get his attention. 

“Mmm,” Shawn nods still death glaring Simon. 

“I bought a dog,” I say smirking at his concentration on death glaring. 

Shawn nods again.

I leave a few seconds silence, the chatter in the room being all we can hear. 

“I want to get married,” 

“Yeah completely,” Shawn takes a sip of his drink.

“We better get married soon though because I’m pregnant and I want to look slimming in my dress-” Shawn coughs, beer dribbling down his chin a little.

“Oh my gosh, Shawn,” I laugh, grabbing a napkin from the table and passing it quickly to him.

“What do you mean you’re pregnant?” He says, voice raspy.

“I’m not- just wanted to see if you were listening,” I grin. He rolls his eyes.

“Guess that means you don’t want to get married either,” he says pulling me close to him, wrapping both arms around my waist.

“Probably not,” I giggle, both of us teasing the other. 

“And to think I bought this with me tonight,” Shawn pauses, pulling a small box out of his coat pocket, opening it up to show a diamond ring that glitters when the light caught it.

My jaw dropped. 

Kiss on the Street: Part 1

Prompt: Jason or dick cheated on the reader bc they are scared of being held down. Then the reader dies but is reincarnated by Talia and the reader has no memories of anything and is just a no-emotions, reckless killer? And it’s up to them to help the reader love again to bring back their humanity?

Words: 1651

AN: I loved writing this, it turned out so differently than I thought it would. I’m really thinking about turning this into a two shot. What do you guys think?

          Your body is moving on its own. The blades in your hands move gracefully through the air, cutting down the people rushing you. Then your body is twisting in the air, and your hand just suddenly stops. The man in front of you looks familiar, and when you meet his eyes, you can’t help but stop.

          You’re confused, he’s making no move to defend himself. You try to move forward, you try to cut him down, but you can’t. Almost, as though in slow motion, he grabs your hands, and suddenly the knives drop from your hands. Then he starts talking and his voice is one of the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever head. He just keeps saying that it’s all right now, and that he’s going to take you home now.

          You start moving forward, ready to go with him, when you hear the order. Suddenly his voice fades away, and you’re moving forward, your fist striking out and landing soundly on his cheek, and then he goes flying backwards.

          Then he’s fighting back, sort of, he refuses to hurt you, and eventually he’s able to get you into a hold. You’re trying to get out of it when he just yells, “Y/N, stop. It’s me, it’s Dick.”

          Then it all come flooding back; meeting at the precinct, being partners, the one-night stand that led to your relationship, three years of dating, finding out about Nightwing, stumbling across him kissing that woman on the street, being kidnapped, dying, Talia bringing you back, and your training.

          You stop struggling, only to start struggling again. You’re seething with anger. “Would you get off me you stupid, no good, cheating, son of a bitch.”

          Not even a second later, Dick lets go of the hold. “Y/N, is that really you?”

          Getting to your feet, your hands go to your hips. “Of course it’s me. How many other women have you cheated on?”

          He’s silent for a second before saying, “I can explain.”

          You raise an eyebrow at that. “You have a reason for kissing another woman, after we’d been dating for three years?”

          You can see the outline of a blush on his cheeks. “Yes. I can, but now might not be the best time.”

          “And why’s that?”

          “Because there’s an army of assassins behind you, and it’s going to take the both of us to get out of this alive.”

          You let out a small huff, before turning to face the enemy. Between the two of you it’s a rather short fight when everything is said and done. The two of you drop to the ground, but you refuse to go anywhere near the bike parked several blocks away. “I want my explanation.”

          “Right now?” He looks astonished.

          “Are we doing anything else right now?”

          His hands go up in the air. “You mean other than getting you back to the base, to make sure you’re completely okay, and free of any brainwashing?”

          “I’m fine Dick.”

          He looks at you with this astonished look. “You were just taking out guys like there was no tomorrow.”

          That makes you freeze. “Did I kill them?” His expression tells you everything. You don’t realize you’re shaking until you just kind of collapse on the ground. One of Dick’s arms go around your shoulders while the other goes under your legs. Then he’s carrying you, and you kind of just cling to him.

          He smells just like you remember, and you take comfort in that. At some point you just pass out. You wake up several days later, in a hospital bay, in the mountain. Dick’s sleeping in a chair beside your bed, snoring lightly.

          Reaching over, you move one strand of hair out of his face before you flick his forehead. He startles awake and just stares at you, before he lets out this long sigh. “You’re awake.” You just nod. “You feeling okay?” you nod again. “Good, M’gann went through your mind she cleared out all traces of the brain washing. The doctors say you’re in good health, but some of your bones are a little weak from being broken, as well as a calcium deficiency, and …”

          You grab his hand, stopping him mid-sentence “How many people did I … ?”

          He threads his fingers through yours “It wasn’t you, it wasn’t your fault. If anything it was mine.”


          “I wasn’t there when they took you. I should have been there.”

          You swallow thickly. It would be so easy to blame him, put everything on his shoulders. But you could never do that, no matter what he’d done, Richard Grayson was a good man. “It’s not on you Dick. I went to a part of town that you warned me about. I was just so mad, I didn’t even give you a chance to explain.”

          He just shrugs “There is no explanation, the more I thought about it, the more I realized just how selfish I was being.”

          “Did you want to kiss her?”

          He doesn’t even hesitate “Yes.” The answer shocks you a bit, but before you can say anything he sets a small little box on your lap, and he nods for you to open it. Nestled inside is a beautiful diamond engagement ring. You’re not entirely sure what to say, and Dick seems okay with that, “I bought that two years into our relationship. I nearly proposed that night, but a Nightwing emergency stopped it.”

          You nod. “I remember that one, that’s when the aliens invaded for the third time I believe.”

          Dick just smiles at that. “That would be the one. After that I just kind of chickened out. It got especially bad when my brothers found out.” You had to resist the urge to growl at that. You’d never been particularly fond of his family. They liked to take advantage of Dick, rib him, and make him feel bad. There was also the fact that they didn’t care for you. You were an outsider, you weren’t part of the bat-fam, as you had dubbed them. You had come from a perfectly regular dysfunctional family, with two loving and very alive parents. That apparently disqualified you from knowing anything.

          It was the same with most of his friends. They didn’t seem to know how to act around you. Despite that fact the two of you still had friends together. The two of you had a normal life outside of crime fighting. Your family loved him, he and your brothers watched sports on the weekends. He helped your dad with projects around the house. He changed the oil in your mom’s car, and she was always baking him pies.

His voice drew you out of the happy memories.“Then, I finally plan the perfect evening, and my brothers find out, and they start in on monogamy, and spending the rest of my life with one woman. And then they started in on how this lifestyle wasn’t fair to you. That you could never be happy with a husband that fought crime, and how you’d want me to give it up. I was still determined to propose.”

He takes a moment allowing you to soak everything in. “Then how’d you end up kissing Barbara Gordon on the street? I mean it was our first date in three weeks. The first time I had seen you in three weeks.”

“I ran into her on the street, and nothing stays secret among the team for long. She’d found out, and realized while I was there. She started questioning me like my brothers had. She wanted to make sure that I had thought about what I was doing. Before I knew it, I was kissing her. And as I pulled away I realized one thing …” At those words your heart stops. “That I loved you more than I thought possible. I felt nothing for Barbra in that kiss. I realized that as long as I had you I could deal with anything that came my way, even quitting being a hero.”

You can’t help but smile that. It’s this big goofy smile, and you only have one question. “What about now?”

He just smiles at you, before leaning in to kiss you. “I love you now more than ever. Thinking I lost you, attending your funeral, it nearly killed me. I didn’t talk to my family the entire time you were gone, and I took a break from the team. I was just so mad. The last memory you had of me was me kissing another woman. The last feelings you had towards me were of betrayal. I understand if you want nothing to do with me.”

You take a moment to let that option sink in before, gripping his chin and forcing him to look you in the eye. “Richard Grayson, you want to know one of the things I love about you? You totally suck at lying, I’m always able to tell, and right now you are telling nothing but the truth.”

He smiles this wide smile and asks, “Yeah?”

You nod. “Yeah, it’s the cop in me.” There’s a moment of silence before you say, “I’m not ready for marriage yet, Dick. I still have to process everything that happened, and I have to figure out how to tell my family that I’m back and …”

Dick just leans in and kisses you. “And I’ll be there every step of the way. You and me, together forever, and when you’re ready, you can propose to me.”

You nod. “That seems like the smart thing to do. I wouldn’t want you chickening out again. It wouldn’t be good for your ego.”

He just slides onto the bed beside you, and pulls you in for another kiss and just says, “I love you.”

You kiss him back and say, “I love you too Dick.”

Like an Angel ~ An Oh Sehun Series

An Oh Sehun We Got Married series

Not Requested

Genre: Romance // Angst // Smut (later on)

Summary: (of this series) Two idols, one show, one marriage. Can you and Sehun fake your marriage for the fans? Or will that fake marriage start something between the two of you?

Word Count: 3,500 words

A/N: Yay you guys correctly guessed the member! Like an Angel takes place in the same universe as Strangers, but Yixing’s version does not. Yixing’s version (which is coming soon) is in its own universe.

{Chapter one} {Chapter two} {Chapter three} {Chapter four, coming soon}

You look down at the very first mission card.

Your husband’s favorite colors are white and black. Make sure to dress in those colors!

Your eyes move to look at your choice of wardrobe. Everything they gave to you was either black, white, or both. Not caring about what you wear, you settle on a pure white blouse with black leggings. Looking at the shoes, you randomly pick up a pair of mary jane heels.

It was time. It was finally the time you got to find out who your husband was going to be for the next few months of filming. Well, fake husband. You had wondered about this show long enough. Was the hand holding real? Were the hugs real? Was the affection itself real? People had different opinions, yet you yourself had never really had one. Some people said everything was scripted, and others said everything was real. But what if it was in the middle? What if it was both scripted and real? You wanted to find out for yourself. So, after pestering your agent and manager begging them to get you a part in this show, they finally caved.

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written for alecappreciation2017, week 2: ‘malec’

As Alec left the Institute that evening, he decided that the only good thing about the day was that it was almost over.

He’d woken up to an empty bed, a reminder that his boyfriend was out of town on business and that he wouldn’t be home for at least another day. Then Alec had spent all day in a meeting with a bunch of stuck up clave representatives, listening to their old-fashioned and often downright offensive opinions on important issues.

As if that wasn’t enough, once the meeting was over, he’d been lucky enough to run into his father who’d once again tried to excuse his behaviour towards Alec’s mother.

Now, all he wanted was to go home and have dinner with his boyfriend before snuggling up in bed for the rest of the evening, but all he was going to get was leftovers from yesterday and maybe, if he was lucky, Chairman would agree to let Alec cuddle him while he watched a few episodes of some random tv series.

Of course, as if the day hadn’t been hellish enough, it started to rain as soon as Alec stepped out of the old church and onto the streets. He let out a huff and buried his hands deeper into the pockets of his leather jacket before heading towards Brooklyn.

Before he was even halfway there, he was absolutely soaked. The rain was cold and the unforgiving autumn wind made him shiver violently, making Alec almost wish he had stayed at the Institute for the night.

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Secrets- Sherlock Holmes (BBC)


Ok please can I make a Sherlock request where reader and Sherlock are being secretive about their relationship but John is starting to notice little things and one day he comes home early and he walks in whilst they’re making out and they have to awkwardly reveal their relationship xx thank you

*Italics are flashbacks*

 “Can I kiss you really quick?” Sherlock whispered, his eyes darting to the door in a subtle lookout for Johns return from shopping.  When he looked back at you and saw you nod, saw the smile on your face and heard the laughter bubbling up your gullet, he leaned his chin forward and pressed his lips to yours.

You had been dating him for around year now and john still hadn’t found out or he was just avoiding the obvious.


Sherlock had never been a bold or open man but you must bring out the worse in him. During dinner one night he made a very bold move and began to place his hand on your thigh under the table as you sat.

Your cheeks flushed bright red almost instantly as you prayed John was too focused on the papers and notes in front of him.

“Are you alright (y/n)?” He asked making you freeze a little. He was leaning over and peering into your face concernedly.

You nodded politely “Yes, sorry. It’s a spicier curry than I’d anticipated.” You lied as Sherlock’s hand continued to caress your thigh softly.


“Is that y/n’s coat?” John said walking into the room.

Sherlock barely looked over at I’m but knew your coat was draped over his chair. “Yes, obviously.” He said slightly bluntly, making John roll his eyes.

“Is she still here?” he tried to encourage the conversation.

Sherlock sighed a little “Yes. She arrived while you were out and now she is in the shower.”

This baffled the shorter man and he stood in the same place for a while but soon brushed it off and shrugged, “Well okay, ill order some food in for us.”


When Sherlock kissed you it was short at first, soft, but it was quick to turn into something entirely different; within seconds the small and innocent gesture became harder.

You felt him let go of your hand in order to run that hand up the side of your shirt, you felt the calluses of his hands rub against your side, up your hip and over your waist and then around to your back, finally resting on the small of your back with what you imagined to be a secret intent of grabbing ass but was patient and stayed on your back.

The click of the door opening made you both jump and Sherlock try to step far away from you but it didn’t work, John had already see too much.

He stood before you tapping his foot with his arms crossed over his chest. “So how long has this been going on?”

“We’ve been dating for Around 6 months” you blushed but Sherlock had a large grin.


That time in PP3 when Chloe is weirder:

Chicago is leading the Bellas on a brief tour around the base - the Bellas having just arrived.

Chicago: So there’ll be meals provided for you throughout your stay. Any dietary requirements just say. For what it’s worth, the burgers here are amazing.

Chloe: Oh I love burgers!

Aubrey: [mutters into her ear] Chloe you’re vegan…

Chloe: [getting flustered and letting out a forced nervous giggle] What?! Aubrey! No! I’m not vegan. Ha! Haha! Nope! No not me…I…love eating animals! All of them. Any kind.

Fat Amy: Aren’t you wanting to become a Vet??

Chloe: [clears throat and smiles awkwardly at Chicago with a shrug] I just…love burgers that much… Mmmmmmmmm! [she rubs her belly and closes her eyes to emphasise it all]

The Bellas furrow their brows as they look at each other then back at Chloe in confusion. Chicago is equally confused but is smiling politely and Chloe’s cheeks flush bright red in embarrassment.

Chicago: Um…okaaay…

A large old man with a warm smile arrives by Chicago’s side. Chicago claps him on the back with a wide smile.

Chicago: Now this is Anthony. He’s the man you speak to about food. [He turns to Anthony, motioning to Chloe] This beautiful young lady…

Chloe: Chloe! [smiling brightly] My…um…my name is Chloe.

Chicago: Chloe. Right, well Chloe and the rest of these lovely ladies here want to try your best beef burgers tonight.

Chloe’s face drops and all the Bellas smirk at her except Beca. Beca clears her throat and puts her hand up awkwardly.

Beca: Uh except me…I’m um…I’m vegan so…

Anthony’s smile drops, clearly hating fussy eaters.

Fat Amy: Huh? You’re not ve-

Beca: [quickly interrupts her] -vegan? yep… yes I am… I’ve almost made it a year meat-free now so [awkwardly throws fist unenthusiastically into the air] yay me.

It goes quiet. The Bellas look at Beca in confusion and she looks at Fat Amy who’s grinning at her. Fat Amy nudges Beca and she looks down at her feet.

Chloe hasn’t really noticed. She’s too busy moving her hair into the ‘perfect’ position, watching Chicago whilst biting her bottom lip.

Chicago: Okay so nine of these ladies want to try your best beef burgers later.

Anthony rolls his eyes at Beca then slinks off. Chloe steps forward to yell after Anthony:

Chloe: I can’t wait to try your meat! Uh…beef! Your beef! BURGERS! I can’t wait to try your beef burgers…

Aubrey pulls the back of Chloe’s coat so she steps back again. Chloe looks flustered and shoots Chicago an embarrassed smile. Aubrey shoots the man an apologetic smile:

Aubrey: Ha! We Americans just love food…-

Fat Amy coughs obviously.

Aubrey: -…and Australians! We all just…love food…

There’s a pause as Chicago looks at The Bellas curiously - Chloe beaming and nodding with enthusiasm, the others smiling awkwardly - then he continues to walk on, leading them to the next location of interest. Chloe walks close behind him eagerly, Aubrey close to her to try to keep her in check.

Fat Amy nudges Beca again as they follow the Bellas, talking in a low teasing voice,

Fat Amy: You’re vegan now??

Beca looks at Fat Amy unimpressed, talking in a low voice as the Australian grins broadly at her.

Beca: Shut up.

Fat Amy: I don’t think I’ve ever seen a toner so huge.

Beca: Dude seriously, shut up.

Fat Amy: I’ve crushed on lots of people before…

Beca rolls her eyes and sighs as they continue to follow the group.

Fat Amy: …but I’ve never gone vegan for them!

Beca: I not going vegan for her. I’ll just…swap my meal with her…

Fat Amy: Every meal.

Beca: [shrugs] Yeah.

Fat Amy: Three times a day.

Beca: Sure.

Fat Amy: For the next six weeks.

Beca: [shrugs] Chloe shouldn’t be treated differently just because she’s vegan, you know.

The group begin to slow to a stop.

Fat Amy: [frowning] The woman needs a separate meal Beca. It’s her life choice. She’s only ever going to be different.

Beca: [sighing quietly] I’m not talking to you about this any more…

They reach the rest of the Bellas and stop. Beca’s watching Chloe with a soft smile. Chloe is still beaming eagerly at Chicago as the man motions to the bathrooms at the back of the hanger they’re in.

Fat Amy: [leaning towards Beca and muttering in a really low voice] Admit it. You’ve got it baa-aad.

Beca rolls her eyes and looks to the ceiling in mild frustration.

Anthony: Hey! Vegan!

The Bellas and Chicago all turn to see that Anthony has charged over to them and has a bag in his hand. He stops and holds it up at Beca who is looking a bit shocked at the man’s unimpressed expression.

Anthony: Hope you like quorn..

Beca has no idea what 'quorn’ is, and from the expressions of all the Bellas but Aubrey and Chloe, they don’t appear to know what 'quorn’ is either. Chloe is noticeably disappointed as she looks longingly at the bag.

Beca: Oh…yeah…quorn’s like…my favourite!

Anthony: Hmm..

Anthony looks unconvinced by Beca’s uneasy smile, and slinks off again. Beca slowly turns back to look at Chicago and is surprised to see The Bellas looking at her.

Beca: [shrugs] What?

Beca glances awkwardly at Chloe who is still watching, sadly, as Anthony walks away with the bag of 'quorn’. The rest of The Bellas simply smile, having clocked on to what Beca’s doing, then turn back to Chicago as he clears his throat and continues the tour.

As he walks Chloe follows close by, smiling enthusiastically at him. The rest of The Bellas follow, with Beca and Fat Amy at the back.

Baby Daddies Part 8

Requested: idk why but i’m having some serious baby fever. could you something with a character(s) of your choosing with kids that’s super fluffy and amazing like the rest of your writing?

(you have two children with two different baby daddies lol bye)

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader, Issac Lahey x Reader

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

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Without A Trace Part 3

Originally posted by nevermindtheb0ll0cks

A/N: This is going up later than I wanted it to because of technical issues with my Wifi, but here is part three. The is much fluffier toward the end than the last two parts, and there is one possibly two more parts of this story to come. Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Discussion of slightly gruesome injury (nothing too descriptive, mention of rape) 

Rating: T

Word Count: 3k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Sirens blazing, the team drove like bats out hell toward the two locations. Hotch was practically white-knuckling the steering wheel as he drove much faster than the posted speed limit.

“Hotch, are we doing a quiet entry or guns blazing?” Prentis asked.

“Soft entry,” he replied. “If we come in too strong, we don’t know what he’s gonna do. He could kill her off and run.” Coming up to the property, the three agents dove out of the car, SWAT team following close behind, and ran toward the entry. “His car is here. Prentis, get Rossi on the phone and turn them around,” Aaron muttered, as SWAT opened the door with a crowbar. Hotch and Morgan were the first inside, moving as quietly as they could through the house to clear it. “Morgan. Basement door,” Aaron whispered, nodding his head toward the door behind him. A muffled scream rang through the house, as Morgan tried to open the door only to discover it was locked. “We don’t have time for this,” Hotch grumbled and kicked the door in. They both rushed down the stairs, Prentis following close behind.


You heard something smash upstairs. You cried, silently praying for a miracle, and bit down on the rag in your mouth as he dug the scalpel into your skin, running it down your back for the seventh time. You were in so much pain, you were almost ready to give up. You felt so weak and tired. “Daniel Owens, FBI drop the knife,” Hotch growled. Owens seemed to pay absolutely no attention, as Hotch, Morgan, and Prentis came into the room.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset with me,” he muttered absentmindedly, still holding the scalpel right next to your throat. “I was just teaching your lovely agent here some manners and breaking her in.”

“You need to drop that weapon now, or you’re not walking out of here alive,” Prentis snarled.

“Is that a fact?”

“Look man, we do not want to shoot you,” Derek snapped.

“Now see, I don’t really think that’s true,” he sneered, moving the scalpel downward and thrust it forward. Aaron fired off two rounds, both striking Owens in the chest, but not before he’d managed to bury the scalpel in your side. You cried out in pain and Owens crumpled down on top of you. Hotch quickly holstered his weapon and immediately started undoing your restraints, starting with the gag.

“Get him off me,” you sobbed as Morgan hauled the dead man off of you and onto the cold ground.

“I need a medic down her now,” Prentis said as she knelt down to inspect the wound. “I need something to put pressure on this with,” she muttered fanatically looking around for a clean rag or towel.

“Here,” Morgan grunted, tearing off his bullet proof vest, yanking his t-shirt, and handing it to her. “Use that,” he told her and quickly went to work on freeing your feet. As soon as Hotch had managed to free your wrists, you threw your arms around Aaron and sobbed into his stomach.

“Sh, sh, (Y/N), it’s alright,” he said trying to comfort you and smoothed a hand over your hair. You shifted around and started trying to dislodge Prentis’ hands to pull the scalpel out of your side.

“No, no, mama, you gotta sit still and leave it there,” Derek told you as he finally freed your legs. Two paramedics rushed in and started checking you over. You squeezed Hotch tighter as the started touching your back and side.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you,” he whispered. One of the paramedics had Prentis move her hands so he could look at the stab wound.

“She’s bleeding out. C’mon we’ve got to get her to the hospital and into surgery ASAP,” he muttered as they set up the stretcher. “Ma’am I need you to keep pressure on that,” he told Prentis who immediately put her hands back on your side.

“What’s wrong?” Hotch demanded, facing paling slightly.

“The tip of the scalpel has nicked an internal organ which is causing her to bleed out and most likely there is some internal bleeding as well. I need you to help us get her on the stretcher and then keep her awake,” the paramedic explained. Hotch unwound your arms from his middle despite your cries of protest and gripped your shoulders. Morgan grabbed your legs and the paramedics slid under your stomach. The four of them lifted you swiftly onto the stretcher. You immediately grabbed onto Hotch’s hand again, still quietly sobbing. Morgan grabbed one end with the paramedic, and the other paramedic took over keeping the pressure on the wound from Emily. Hotch jogged beside the stretcher was they quickly made their way up the stairs.

“Hey, hey, (Y/N), look at me. C’mon keep your eyes open,” Aaron pleaded with you as your eyes started fluttering shut.

“I’m trying, but I’m so tired,” you cried quietly. The rest of the team was standing outside as they carried you out to the ambulance. You felt the world spinning around you as you faded in and out. They loaded you into the ambulance and you pried your eyes back open. “Please don’t leave me,” you pleaded with Hotch, through teary eyes. Aaron looked at the paramedics who nodded in approval.

“I won’t leave you if you won’t leave me,” he promised and climbed in the ambulance beside you, re-clasping your hand in his.

“We’ll meet you at the hospital,” Rossi shouted as they closed the doors and sped off toward the hospital. The paramedics worked quickly, disinfecting the wounds on your back and trying to slow the bleeding from your side. The stinging of the alcohol against your open wounds was actually helping keep you awake, and you squeezed Hotch’s hand tighter.

“Aaron,” you muttered.

“What do you need?” he asked automatically.

“Talk to me.”

“About what?”

“Anything,” you pleaded, squeezing his hand again as a large burst of pain rushed through you.

“Uh, well,” he mumbled, “Remember when the whole team had a picnic out in the park during one of the mandatory team building exercises that the Bureau makes us participate in? even though if we’re being honest there is no team more in tune to each others’ needs than ours.”

“Yeah, and you brought Jack,” you said, trying to smile despite the pain.

“Yup, and we all had sandwiches and cookies. Then we decided to play soccer. It was you, Morgan, Reid, and Penelope versus Rossi, Jack, Prentis, JJ, and me. Which was hardly fair because you had two of the least athletic member of the team.”

“But we also had Derek, which made up for it,” you replied, starting to feel drowsy again.

“True, and we were playing with a five-year-old.”

“A very talented five-year-old,” you mumbled eyes falling shut.

“Hey, eyes open c’mon visualize with me,” Hotch begged, “Remember, you and Morgan were pretty much carrying your whole team, but the two of you let Jack score a few times anyways? He had so much fun that day.”

“You looked like you were having fun too. It’s nice to see you smile. We all should do that again sometime,” you muttered before your head fell down against the pillow.

“No, no, no, c’mon wake back up,” Hotch pleaded, shaking your shoulder slightly as you pulled up to the ambulance dock. A team of medics rushed out and took you away behind the doors that said: “Medical Personnel Only” leaving Aaron standing in front of the doors face almost sheet white. The team arrived a few minutes later and found Hotch in the surgery waiting area.

“What’s going on?” Rossi asked, sitting down beside him.

“I don’t know. They said that the scalpel had nicked some internal organ and that there might be internal bleeding. She passed out in the ambulance and they took her back about seven minutes ago,” he muttered in reply and put his face back in his hands.

“I’m going to go see if I can find one of the nurses and get some information,” JJ said, wandering off because she couldn’t just sit there. Reid and Prentis wandered off in search of a vending machine knowing that it was going to be a long couple of hours. And indeed they were. Hotch alternated between pacing and sitting in the chair moping, while Morgan leaned against the wall and talked to Garcia, who wanted updates practically every second. Emily and JJ gave some half-hearted attempts at girl talk, but it felt so wrong without you being there to join in they ultimately fell into a tense silence holding hands. Reid and Rossi played chess, though neither seemed to have their hearts in it as they periodically looked over their shoulders to see if any doctors had come through the doors since the last time they had looked. About five hours later, a physician finally came through the doors into the waiting area.

“For, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” he asked. The whole team stood up and gathered round. “My name is Doctor David Smith, I’ll be monitoring and looking after her for the rest of (Y/N)’s stay here.”

“How is she?” Hotch inquired.

“Very lucky to be alive,” the doctor replied. “She had three fractured ribs, a dislocated shoulder, a series of burns varying in type, seven long slashed down her back, and of course the stab wound to the left side of her abdomen. The scalpel punctured her kidney which is what caused the internal bleeding that we thought was there but that turned out to be very minor. She’s banged up and lost a lot of blood, but she’s going to be alright.”

“Can we see her?” Reid asked.

“(Y/N)’s just been moved to a regular room from recovery. She should wake up soon. I’ll have one of the nurses show you the way to her room,” he said and walked over to the nurse’s station to pick up more charts. The team sighed in relief once it was confided you would physically recover. Hotch walked over to the doctor.

“One final question,” he muttered, trying to keep his voice low so the team wouldn’t hear. “The man who did this to her was known to sexually assault his victims as well and-”

“And you want to know if I found evidence of that,” the doctor finished for him. Aaron nodded. The doctor glanced over Hotch’s shoulder at the team who were staring at them intently, before nodding. Aaron grimaced and thanked the doctor for taking care of you before walking back over to the team. 

“What was that about?” Emily asked hesitantly.

“Just asked whether or not she was going to need to be released to someone’s care when she gets out of here,” Aaron replied trying to keep his face stoic and not give anything away.

“Miss (Y/L/N)’s room is down this way if you’ll follow me,” one of the nurses said and the team proceeded to follow her down the long hallway. Rossi hung back slightly to talk to Hotch who was lagging behind the group.

“So what did you actually ask?” he inquired quietly. Aaron pressed his lips together and flicked his eyes over to the team. “Aaron, they already know you weren’t telling them the truth. They just don’t know why.”

“When the doctor listed off the injuries (Y/N) sustained, you should’ve noticed that there was something from Owen’s ritual that was missing. I just confirmed its presence because the doctor neglected to include it,” Hotch muttered in reply. Rossi sighed and shook his head sadly.

“She’s been through a lot and needs her rest, so don’t rile her up too much. She should be waking up any minute,” the nurse explained showing them to your room. The team filed into the room quietly and took in your sleeping form. The bandages wrapped around your torso and chest were peaking out from under your hospital gown, a variety of different sized bandages covered the cuts and scrapes on your arms, and you had a nasty cut on your cheek. Aaron sat down in the chair beside your bed and took your hand in is, smoothing his thumb over the back. The team watched him closely but chose not to say anything, just wordlessly took their spots around the room. You started to open your eyes about five minutes later. You cracked your eyes open slightly and immediately shut them again. All you saw was bright white light and you were so sore. You cautiously opened your eyes and looked around. Relief rushed through you when you saw the team and realized you were in a hospital.

“Well, well, well sleeping beauty welcome back to the land of the awake,” Derek chuckled placing a hand on your shin. You rolled your eyes at him.

“How are you feeling? Do you need something?” Aaron asked leaning toward you slightly. You raise your hand to your throat and mouthed “water”. JJ quickly grabbed your glass off of of your table and placed the straw at your lips. You sucked down have of the glass before you took the glass from her and set it back down.

“Thank you,” you mumbled graciously.

“Glad to have you back (Y/N),” Emily said sitting on the edge of your hospital bed by your legs.

“Glad to be back,” you replied, smiling at her. “What happened?”

“How much do you remember?” Hotch asked.

“Um, I remember the three of you coming in and someone shooting him after he stabbed me in the side, but the rest is kinda hazy. I know that I ended up in an ambulance and you were there but that’s it” you said, looking over at him. “Oh, I also remember that Morgan whipped off his shirt so Prentis would have something to hold against my bloody side and then walked around the rest of the time half naked, so sorry for ruining your shirt,” you giggled.

“It’s ok mama, they have those in stores and they are easily replaced. Plus you know I look good so all the ladies got a treat,” he joked, waggling his eyebrows at you.

“Well, I’ll buy you a new shirt when we get home,” you laughed, wincing slightly as your laughing aggravated your side. “So, what did they have to do to fix me up?”

“You lost a lot of blood. The scalpel punctured you kidney so you had to have emergency surgery,” Reid told you.

“Well, that makes sense,” you said and swatted Morgan and Reid’s hands away from your Jello. “Did they say when I could fly so we could go home?”

“The doctor didn’t-”

“Knock knock,” Dr. Smith said as he walked into the room. “Well, Miss (Y/L/N) it’s nice to meet you and good that you’re awake.”

“Nice to meet you too, and it’s good to be conscious again. I find that’s when I do most of my best work,” you chirped. Everyone chuckled at your comment, grateful that your sense of humor hadn’t been affected. Hotch rolled his eyes at you, squeezed your hand.

“Well, I’m sure that’s true. You’re very lucky to be alive, (Y/N) I’m sure you know that.”

“Yeah. When can I go home? I just really want to get back to Quantico and forget this ever happened,” you sighed leaning back to rest your head against your pillow.

“Well, considering you did just have emergency surgery I’m going to have to keep you at least overnight. If you’re doing well enough in the morning, we can maybe talk about letting you go; however, due to the nature of your injuries, I’m going to have to release you into someone’s care for the next two and a half weeks until your stitches dissolve and wounds close up,” he explained.

“Great,” you muttered closing your eyes. You had absolutely no one to take care of you once you got home. You parents lived in Maine, and both of your siblings lived out of state one in Louisiana and the other in Oklahoma.

“Now, I know you all want to stay but visiting hours are coming to a close and we only allow one overnight visitor that isn’t blood-related, so I’m going to have to ask you all to wrap this up. (Y/N) needs her rest,” Dr. Smith said and walked out.

“Be free my friends,” you giggled, as JJ leaned forward to hug you.

“So glad you’re ok,” she whispered.

“Me too,” you replied smiling.

“Call if you need anything, Mia Bella. The hotel is only five minutes away and we’d drop anything for you,” Rossi told you and kissed your forehead. You laughed at his silly nickname for you, especially since it meant “my beautiful” and you felt everything but beautiful at this point in time. The rest of the team said their goodbyes and walked outside. Morgan made you promise to call Penelope in the morning. You pressed your head against your pillow and closed your eyes, but the door opening again drew your attention.

“Aaron? What are you doing? I thought the team left,” you said, slowly sitting up.

“I sent Rossi to go get my go bag, I was planning on staying the night here if you don’t mind,” he explained dropping down in the chair beside you again.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“And if I want to?”

“If you’re sure, then that’s fine with me. Not sure how much company I’ll be since I’m already feeling pretty drowsy,” you said, smiling shyly at him.

“That’s fine. You need your rest,” he replied, closing his hand around yours again. You glanced down at your hands and blushed slightly. “(Y/N), I want to apologize for what happened earlier.”

“Aaron, there’s no need for that. You were just doing your job and trying to keep me safe. Clearly, I should’ve listened to you,” you muttered squeezing his hand.

“No, I should’ve gone about it differently. Sometimes I let my feelings cloud my judgment when I’m making important decisions.”

“Feelings?” you asked, eyes flicking up to his. Hotch went rigid and was trying to figure out how to backtrack, furious with himself for letting that last part slip. You didn’t need to be talking about that right now.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“No, don’t do that,” you protested. “We get so close to talking about the fact that both of us have been dancing around each other since I joined the team and I need to spill my guts about really being into you or else I’m going to go insane and take the rest of the team with me because they all know, well everyone but you apparently. Now I’m rambling and I can’t stop myself so I’ll-” you were cut off mid rant when Aaron pressed his lips against yours. You practically melted, feeling the warm fuzzy all over, kissed him back. Hotch pulled back slowly, studying your face to gage your reaction. “Wow,” you sighed happily, leaning back against your pillow and closed your eyes. “If this a dream and I’ve fallen asleep on my desk back at Quantico, no one pinch me because I never want to wake up,” you mumbled. Hotch laughed at you and smoothed a hand over your hair.

“It’s not a dream I promise, just a good end to a horrible day,” he replied and kissed your forehead. “Get some sleep. We’ll talk about everything later.”  

“Promise?” you asked cracking one eye open.

“Promise,” he chuckled, pressing his lips against the back of your hand as you slowly drifted off to sleep. Hotch smiled and laid his head down on his arms which were resting on the hospital bed still holding your hand.  

He braced his shoulder against the doorway, watching Rhodes help Tony get ready for bed. Sam stood next to him, his arms crossed and their shoulders brushing, both lost in thought. They were on the common floor, all staying in guest rooms to be close to the boy, and he was wearing an over-sized soft t-shirt, tucked under the covers with his curls sticking up as Rhodes scratched at his scalp and read to him, eyes slowly slipping closed. 

“Earlier,” Sam said softly, his voice low enough to keep Rhodes and Tony from hearing, “you told him he was a miracle. Did you mean that?” 

“Yes,” Bucky breathed easily, watching the boy as he curled closer to his best friend, seeking the warmth and comfort. “Yes, I did.” 


“Because he is. Jesus, Sam, he shouldn’t even be alive.” 

“They didn’t hurt him that badly.” 

“Not that. God, Sam, he has a fucking hole in his chest.” He stepped away from the door, not wanting their conversation to wake the kid, and Sam followed. “He has a hole in his chest. He got it in a cave in Afghanistan! The bomb should’ve killed him, the surgery should’ve killed him, he should’ve gotten infection after infection after infection. He shouldn’t be able to move, the pain should be unbearable. He had open heart surgery awake, he recovered in a cave with no antibiotics and no painkillers in probably the most unsanitary environment imaginable, for months he had a gaping hole with a battery attached to it. Then he worked with heavy machinery without so much as a complaint, he shouldn’t have been able to lift his arms above his head much less create a goddamn Iron Man suit. Then he shot his way out of there and trapized over the desert until near collapse. And after that, look what he’s done! Even before that, there was drugs and alcohol and self medication and fast cars and sex. God, Sam, the man shouldn’t be alive and yet he is.

“He’s here and he’s living. The rest of us? We’re just running, Sam, but look what he’s done, what he continues to do. He’s living and people blame him for it and they hate him for it but he’s living

“Look at the kid even! He’s the same way. Tossed into the future, no one he really knows and can trust, and he’s moving forward and he’s living and he’s got that ass-backwards contraption in his chest and you know it’s gotta hurt, Sam, you work with veterans and you know that shit hurts, and he hasn’t complained once. He hasn’t complained even once.” 

He peered over his shoulder as Rhodes eased his way out of the bed, careful not to wake the tiny genius now asleep in it. His heart was beating fast and he felt like he hadn’t made it clear enough what he wanted to say. 

“A miracle,” Sam muttered. 

anonymous asked:

Chocobros wants to know more about s/o's past. When they asked, only to be told they don't want to think about their past or talk about it. S/o's past being tragic. but s/o tells them one of those days they will talk about it, but not now.

I love dramatic past placed on Ocs, it where you really see how much the character has grown. It’s just hard to sometimes not go overboard.



“I like spending time with your dad.” You smiled sitting inside the limo on the way back to Noctis’s apartment. “You’d think that a King would be sterner.”

“Yeah,” Noctis muttered, both you and his Father had hit it off almost immediately, so much so that you now had a few embarrassing pictures of himself as child on Behemoth skinned rug and absolutely no clothes on.

That’s when it occurred to him, that he had actually didn’t know anything about you before the two of you started dating. From time to time stories of your youth would escape while you both cuddled on the couch, yet you never mentioned anything about your family, it was also focused on you.

“What about your Mom and Dad?” Noctis found himself asking, only to instantly regret it by the look of panic that appeared on your face.

“I…I” You muttered, fingers clutching at your dress, that he had gotten you for this visit. “I…that is…”

Noctis watched as you began to softly hyperventilate, he reached out taking your hand, “Sweetie, are you okay?”

You snapped from your stupor as you looked to Noctis than away, “I…I want to tell you, but not right now.”

Noctis opened his mouth to retort, instead, he settled for pulling you, your large dress and all over into his lap. “That’s fine. I’m here when you wanna talk.”



“Where did you learn to do that?” Prompto gasped, as you used a letter opener to open the bathroom door that he had somehow locked behind him.

“Oh, you know around.” You replied, walking into the room, getting ready. You had already texted the others explaining as to why the two of you were going to be late, only to get a text back from Ignis explaining he had provided you both with the wrong time so you two wouldn’t be late.

“But that’s like so cool, what else can you do? Like can you pick bigger locks? Like would you be able to pick the locks at the citadel?” He gushed stepping beside you picking up the hair gel. “It’s like you’re a spy or…Sweetie?”

Prompto stopped his rambling as he had noticed that you were gripping the sink with both hands, staring ahead at the mirror, a tremble going through your body repeatedly.

“Sweetie?” Prompto called again, reaching out to touch your shoulder as you immediately pulled away. The look of horror on your face, before you came back, Prompto didn’t think twice before pulling you into a hug. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know you don’t like to talk about your past.”

“I…I want to but…”

Prompto hugged you tighter if there was anyone who understood more it was him.



It had been a rather long day for both you and Gladiolus. It was actually rather frustrating, as you both had been put in charge of the new recruits, he as an official member of the guard, while you were forever the same, a member yet also off the books.

One moment you weren’t there, the next you were issued a status by the King, but never official on any record, everything was done in secret. Yet you never seemed off, you ran your drills, you rose in rank, you were friendly to everyone, you even fell in love. Yet it still made some people uncomfortable that you just showed up.

“Arms up,” Gladiolus called, once you both got into the house, as he helped you remove your shirt soaked with today’s frustrations of new recruits. His eyes going to the mark on your left breast, most people might have thought it to be a mole or birthmark, yet he was one of the few that got close enough to know that it was a tattoo that was covered up.

“I’m going to go grab a shower before starting dinner.” You muttered softly.

“Babe,” Gladiolus called, as you turned. “You’ve been off for a bit, is everything cool?”

You looked to the man, going to open your mouth when you stopped, looking down, “Yeah.”

Gladiolus moved over to you, “Are you sure?”


He turned your head to face him, “Really?”

You moved your head from his hand, “Yes, geez just stop it already.”

Gladiolus moved forward, attempting to stop you from running away, “It’s not, what’s wrong?”

“I told you I’m fine!” You barked.

Gladiolus moved to yell back, when he noticed the tears in your eyes, “Babe.”

“You don’t think, you don’t think that I don’t know that everyone stares at me like I’m so kind of freak. You don’t think I hear the staff saying that I’m obviously some type of whore, that I’m only with you for your money?” You cried your fist clenching at your side. “I’m so fucked up that I…that I…”

Gladiolus went to hug you, only for you to haul back and swing on him, he could have easily pushed it away, yet instead, he allowed for the punch to make contact with his jaw, “Babe.”

“I want to, I want to tell you everything, but I can’t…” You cried still within your follow through, “I’m so weak.”

Gladiolus grabbed the fist still pressed against his cheek, pulling it to his lips, “I know you would Babe, I didn’t mean to stress you out even more.”

“Gladiolus.” You cried, holding your out your arms, much like a child you believed yourself to behave like. Only to have Gladiolus pick you up, cradling you close to his chest, as you leaned forward pressing kiss after kiss on the cheek you hit. “I’m sorry I hit you.”

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Gladiolus smiled, “I’m just lucky you didn’t have your bladed knuckles on.”



He wasn’t there, yet news travels quickly within the halls of the Citadel. So when it was revealed that Lord Scientia’s longtime girlfriend had jumped into and had actually taken up arms to stop a brawl in the middle of training, subduing the recruits that had gotten into the brawl, with a summoned lance was shocking to everyone as well as how well she was able to use it. The soft-spoken, mild-mannered assistant to Ignis had changed in a moments times.

Yet as quickly as you broke up the fight, you had disappeared, possibly to go and continue with your actual job of Ignis’s partner. Only for you to be summoned by the King to a hushed quick meeting. Rumors quickly spread that you were to be fired or placed in the rumored palace dungeons, yet instead, you were released from the meeting and returned back to your work.

“Darling,” Ignis called, well after work, the two of you finishing a late dinner.

“Yes, Dear?” You replied, placing the dishes used for dinner within the dishwasher.

“I wanted to speak to you about earlier,” Ignis stated, he watched as you immediately tensed, yet went back to soaking the pot before you.

“Yes, Dear?”

“May I inquire as to when it was that you were able to use the King’s magic?” He asked straight to the point.

“I have, for a while now, since I was a child.” You explained, yet you refused to turn and looked to the man.

“Why not mention it before?”

“No good has come from it.” You replied.

“Good, my love, this is amazing.” Ignis smiled.

“It’s not!” You screamed, startling Ignis, you had never yelled before. “The moment that I did, everything I’ve worked for, everything I’ve earned with my own hands has flown out the window. All because I was careless for just a moment!” You cried only for the glass you were holding suddenly shatter within your hand due to the frost you had placed over it.

The two of stood within the kitchen in shock at the moment that passed between the two of you. Only for Ignis to snap out of the moment first, as he begun to clean the broken cup, it mostly seemed to have shattered into large pieces, he’d do a once-over with a wet cloth soon after, yet now to toss out the large pieces.

“Ignis…I…” You started, as you turned, wetting a cloth to get the smaller pieces, kneeling down to help him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“No, I should not have brought it up, forgive me.”

You sighed softly, “There’s a lot of horrid things that come with me using my powers, I don’t wish to dig up the past.”

Ignis rested a hand over your own, cleaning up the smaller pieces, “I don’t know of your past, I know you as you are today. Should you ever wish to speak of it, I will be here.”

“Thank you.”