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[Remus x Reader] The Lupins.

Originally posted by harrypottersources

Anon:  Hey I was wondering if you would write something about Remus x reader where they have a daughter (maybe 10 yrs old) and Remus is like a total over protective dad and makes up crazy rules like “no dating until you’re 42 three months twelve days and 14 hours” and maybe throw in Sirius (he can be her god father idk) and he’s like “don’t worry, I’ll take you to the strip club when you’re 18” lol idk I thought it’d be funny

A/N: Okay, so this one went a bit wild. Thanks for the request anon! It was a funny and refreshing idea. I hope you will like it! Requests are open, and here is my Masterlist if you are interested in it :)


You were bustling around the kitchen, a delicious smell lingering in the air, as you prepared the food, for tonight’s Christmas party. Everyone was coming, so there was a lot of things that had to be done. Lily and Marlene were going to come a bit earlier to help you out, so that left your children and your husband in charge of cleaning the house up. For now, everything was going just as you planned.
“Mmmm what smells so good?” Remus exclaimed cheerfully, as he walked into the kitchen.
“Shouldn’t you be cleaning the living room, love?” you smirked, not turning your gaze from the pot in which you were melting some chocolate. He chuckled and hugged you from behind.
“Already done. Don’t you think I deserve a reward?” he whispered in your ear, making you giggle.
“Fine” you sighed “I will leave you some of it” he grinned and kissed your cheek.
“You are an angel, do I say that often enough?”
“Only if it includes chocolate related things, you cheeky little thing” you said as you turned the gas off.
“That’s not true!” he argued and spun you around, the grin still spread across his face.
When he stopped, he pulled you closer to himself.
“How did I get so lucky?” he looked at you, and once again you felt like a teenager standing at the top of the Astronomy Tower, getting lost in his green eyes.
“You tell me” you smiled, as he leaned in and pressed his lips onto yours. It was only in his arms, that you felt loved, treasured and safe. It was the place that always felt like home.
“Ugh, please not in the kitchen” you pulled away, as you saw your kids standing in the entrance, a look of terror spread across their faces. You both chuckled, but chose to ignore their request.
“Have you finished cleaning?” you asked trying to change the subject.
“Yes, Mommy” said the two at the same time, as they seated themselves at the kitchen table, cleaning brushed still in their hands.
“Well done” you smiled, and kissed their foreheads.
You and Remus had two children. Eleanor, which was already thirteen and a nine-year-old Tommy. You both loved them endlessly, knowing, you would do anything for them.
As you proceeded to pour the melted chocolate over your cake, with Tommy eagerly wanting to participate in the procedure, you heard a loud screech coming from the nearby window.
Knowing it would be an owl, you asked Remus to get the letters.
Once he did, he put the stack on the kitchen counter and started to flip trough it. Suddenly he pulled one out, a frown quickly appearing on his face.
“Elle, there is a letter for you” he said, already turning in order to give it to her.
“Really?” she smiled, eagerly taking the white piece of parchment.
As soon as she opened it, she nibbled on her lower lip, a blush slowly covering her cheeks.
“Well, who is it from?” you asked, clearly intrigued by the situation.
“It’s from Steven” she mumbled quietly, her gaze still fixated on the letter.
“What Steven?” Remus asked, already hovering over her head, in order to read some of its content.
“What does he want from you?” he asked, as she shoved the piece of paper in her pocket.
You could feel the sense of protectiveness radiating from him. He often acted this way, especially if he was jealous, or when someone wanted to interfere in your family’s matters, without his approval.
He easily over exaggerated, so it was your job to bring him back to his senses.
“It’s probably nothing, love “ you said trying to calm him down “Right, Elle?”
“He only asked me to accompany him to Hogsmeade next week” she stated, regaining her courage.
“He did what?!” he shouted in disbelief.
“Remus, it’s only a date” you frowned and folded your arms across your chest.
“She is only 13!”
“That’s when we started dating too” you sighed and rolled your eyes at him.
“But that is not the point!”
“Calm down you two, he is not my boyfriend. For now, he is just a friend” Elle said, trying to somehow end the discussion.
“Eleanor, there is no such thing as female-male friendship” Remus said firmly, as he looked her in the eyes.
“Excuse me?” you raised your eyebrow in surprise “ So what were we?”
“Yes, we were friends, and you know very well what we did Y/N”
“What did you do?” Tommy said with an innocent voice, not really understanding what was going on.
“Nothing!” you blushed and glared at Remus “ So what, are James and Sirius my enemies?”
“Someone called me?” Sirius exclaimed as he and Marlene walked into the kitchen, carrying two containers filled with food.
“Sirius, thank Merlin! Can you help me with this one” you pointed at your husband, which all at once raised his hands up as if he had done nothing wrong.
“Moony why are you endangering your relationship?” he asked with amusement, and chuckled, as Remus gave him a betrayed look.
“He wants to put me in a celibate” Elle shouted, trying to get advantage of the current situation.
“You really are a small copy of your mother”
“She is not allowed to go out with anyone until I say so” Remus stated firmly
“Oh really, and when will be that?” Sirius teased.
“Never if I can help it. I’m going to owl Minerva. And you young lady don’t even think about going out with anyone” he stormed out of the kitchen, pretending not to hear the objections and groans, that left his daughters mouth.
“I will take care of it” you padded her arm and followed your husband, eventually ending up in the library. Of course, he would choose the library.
“Remus, what is going on?” you said as you closed the door behind you “It’s starting to be ridiculous, don’t you think?”
“It’s just…“ he started, as he collapsed on his favorite armchair "I don’t want her to get hurt. You know how it goes ”
“Listen, love” you came closer and started to rub his shoulders “You can’t help it. It’s a step in her life that she has to experience by herself, in order to learn from her mistakes, that she eventually will make”
“I know, but the thought of her, having her heart broken, is so terrifying.”
“Don’t worry. Everything is going to be fine. Just let her live her life” You smiled, and kissed his cheek, sensing that you finally convinced him, to let it go.
"And do not even dare to write about such things to McGonagall” you said as you offered him your hand, in order to make him stand up.
“Yeah, I don’t really know what I was thinking” he laughed nervously and brushed a hand trough his gray hair.
Just as the two of you were about to enter back into the kitchen, you heard Sirius’s voice, coming from the inside.
“Don’t worry little one, when you will turn eighteen I will take you to a male strip club”
This time you and Remus were on the same side.

Proper Etiquette (Part 2)

Author: Scarlett
Word Count: 1,749

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: Abuse, violence, swearing, feminine reader

Love Interest: Black Widow

Note: I feel like making a Part 3 to this series.
Tags: @iamvvanda 

****As I said in Part 1, in no way, shape, or form is any kind of abuse ever okay. This is written strictly as a coping mechanism, and is not in any way, shape, or form romanticizing abuse. Abuse is abuse regardless of sexual orientation, gender identity, or anything else. If you’re being abused, please contact the authorities or go to your local domestic violence shelter. I love you all and stay safe ♥♥♥♥♥

||Part 1||

“Hey, Y/n, I was hoping you and I could switch seats? Winter Soldier over here wants to talk to you.” Natasha spoke gently, and I looked back at Raven.

“I think she’s fine sitting here.” Raven spoke with a hardness in her tone.

“I think we should let Y/n decide where Y/n wants to sit.” Natasha stated coldly, faking a nice tone.

“Fine, but I’m telling you, she’s going to sit with me.” Raven stated, using a special tone towards the end.

“I-I am fine sitting here, I thank you for y-your generosity.” I speak quietly, taking the seat next to Raven and looking at my lap.

I stayed within my thoughts for a while, fearing that if I spoke up I might get the words slapped out of me. I fiddled with my hands, focusing on my dark red nails. Red was Natasha’s colour, and I secretly wore red for her. Plus, Raven always insists that red is the colour that a true lady wears, and I’d probably have gotten hit if I came down in another colour. I gently pushed my dark sunglasses back up to my pale face, not wanting my bruised eyes to show.

Even though I tried to cover it up with make-up, it’s the one thing that refused to stay hidden. It’s still visible from a distance, though not nearly as visible as it was without make-up. I didn’t want to take any chances, even though we were inside and it might look weird for me to have my sunglasses on indoors. I began to feel rather cold in the restaurant, even though the actual temperature was normal.

I couldn’t tell if the chill was due to my injuries, or simply due to my lack of sleep. Either way, it probably wasn’t a good sign. I took a secret glace at both Nat and Raven, and noticed the glares. They were having a silent war between one another, and I started to dread when the time came for me to come home. I would not be getting sleep tonight, and I’d probably face another round of ‘teaching’. 

“Y/n, don’t you want to take off your shawl?” Natasha asked and I shook my head.

“I’d rather keep it on, I’m getting a chill.” I confessed, and she raised a brow.

“It’s summer.” She stated simply and I smiled nervously.

“Must be a cold night then.” I offered, feeling Raven glaring at me.

“Well, do you know what you’re getting?” She continued.

“I-” I began.

“She’s not hungry, she forgot tonight was the night we were getting together and ate before we left the house.” Raven lied coolly, and I felt the inside of me break.

“I think Y/n should spend the night with us.” Natasha spoke with a certain malice in her tone.

“I think you should mind your own business.” Raven confidently told Nat.

“G-Guys, please don’t fight-” I started, only to receive a slap.

“Stop talking!” Raven ordered and I immediately looked at my lap.

“Y-Yes ma’am.” I apologized quietly.

All was silent for a moment, and I could practically hear the tension in the room rise. I could feel anger boil within Raven, and my heart shattered at the humiliation. I fought back tears, remembering how Raven said that a lady never cries in public. I want to be a proper lady and make her proud, but it seems as though nothing I do is ever good enough for her. Is this what love truly is? Will it never get better than this? Is this how everyone is?

I felt an unknown resistance boil within me, and I had an urge to tell Raven to just piss off. I wouldn’t dare tell her that, I’d be dead meat. Plus, a lady never starts drama or curses, especially in public. I began to hear an argument go on between Raven and the others, but dizziness began to cloud my mind. I held my hands gently on the table to stable myself. I shut my eyes tightly for a moment before opening them back up.

The darkness slowly went away as I took a sip of my water, but I knew it’d be coming back. I didn’t know how soon, but it never goes away. God, I just want to sit on the couch with a tub of ice cream right now. I hate the diet she has me on, I thought I was fine before. She changed almost everything about me, and I hate it. Yet, somehow, I still feel compelled to listen to her. Maybe I’m blinded by love, or maybe I’m just hatters, who knows.

“Y/n, take off the glasses.” Natasha abruptly ordered.

“I don’t think-” I began.

“Take. Off. The glasses.” She spoke with a harder tone, and I complied.

“Showtime.” She spoke, wiping a wet cloth against my eye.

“Ow.” I whispered, still looking at my lap.

“Holy shit.” Tony whispered in disbelief.

“How the Hell did you get that?” Bucky asked, obviously angry.

“I-I tripped.” I stuttered, knowing that the jig was up.

“Bullshit.” Natasha stated.

“Y/n, it’s time to go.” Raven said, standing up and forcing me to stand up with her.

“Please, may we stay? I’m hungry-” I started, only to be slapped again.

“Don’t talk back!” She ordered, and if it weren’t for her holding my wrist I would have fallen.

I felt her hold on me release, and I fell back into my chair, holding my head as my mind began to spin. Darkness began to cloud my mind again due to the abrupt change in gravity. I felt my stomach nip at my mind, and I tried to pull myself down to Earth. As a lady, I refuse to go to the hospital over something as silly as this. I took a deep breath in, and the dark spots in my vision slowly faded away.

I turned to see Natasha kicking Raven’s ass, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. Half of me wanted to go over there and tell Natasha to stop, and the other half wanted me to just watch. Maybe Raven was getting what she really deserved, regardless of what the other half of me thought. Nat had Raven under her, and didn’t have a single scratch on her. Raven’s neck rested in the space between Nat’s heel and the front of the shoe.

Nat had her fist raised, ready to create another bruise on Raven’s face if she so much as breathed wrong. Raven was another story, and looked completely different. She had a bloody nose, and bruises beginning to form on her face. There was a cut above her eyebrow, and she had her hands on Nat’s shoe. She was trying, and failing, to remove Nat’s heeled show from her neck. My eyes widened as I rushed over to them.

“N-Nat, please.” I gently pleaded, kneeling next to her and putting my free hand on her shoulder.

“Leave, and if you ever come back I’ll kill you in every way you can think of.” Nat threatened, face unchanging, and Raven ran off.

“Where’s she going?” I asked as I watched Raven scurry out the door.

“Away, and if she knows what’s good for her, she won’t come back.” She said, beginning to stand up.

“Come on, let’s get back to the tower and review the damages.” Nat stated as she helped me up.


I sat quietly on the couch, a tank top and a blanket being the only things covering my chest. Nat raised an eyebrow at me, prompting me to let her look at everything. I was scared, I didn’t want her seeing all of the bruises and scars. I kept my body hidden under the blanket, still scared that Raven was going to pop up at any moment and yell at me for disobeying her rules. I could still feel her watching over my shoulder, even though she wasn’t anywhere near me.

“Take it off or I’ll take it off for you.” She said coldly, referring to the blanket.

“O-Okay.” I said quietly, immediately taking off the blanket.

“Hey,” She said after a sigh, sitting next to me, “I didn’t mean to say it like that, I’m just-” She started but I stopped her with a small smile.

“I understand.” I spoke quietly.

“Holy fuck.” Natasha whispered, referring to my back.

“What happened?” Steve asked, genuinely concerned.

I looked away, feeling humiliated and ashamed of my entire relationship with Raven. Here I was, one of SHEILD’s top agents, and yet I couldn’t even handle a simple relationship. I simply shrugged, earning a sigh from Nat. I fiddled with my hands, wanting to simply disappear. Nat asked the others for some privacy, and the other people in the room politely listened. I felt her sit beside me, and her moved to rest her hand on my shoulder.

I flinched, and she froze for a moment before continuing her action. It felt comforting, and the feeling was somewhat new to me. It was something I hadn’t felt in a while, and I didn’t know whether to be scared or happy about it. I suddenly felt compelled to look at her, and we locked eyes for a moment. Her blue-green eyes locked with my own. I moved closer to her, my head resting on her shoulder, and her arms protectively wrapping around me.

“Tell me what happened.” She demanded in a soft tone.

“She said she was trying to make me a proper lady, manners and all that. She limited my meals and sleeping hours. Sometimes it’d be days, other times it’d be a week before I ate or slept.” I confessed.

“That’s why you kept holding onto the table.” She spoke and I nodded softly.

“If I didn’t listen, or if she thought what I did or said wasn’t good enough, I’d be hit. Sometimes with her hand, other times with the metal ruler she got from the craft store.” I confessed again.

“She isn’t here anymore, and she won’t be bothering you anymore. I can promise you that.” She spoke with a hard tone.

“How?” I questioned.

“Because she’ll have me to deal with.” She said simply.

“You can be pretty intimidating.” I confessed with a small smile.

“You flatter me.” She spoke in a half joking tone, “Now, we have to bandage you up.”

“No hospitals?” I asked, sitting up.

“No hospitals.” She confirmed and I nodded.

“Okay, then.”

Sunny Days-Chapter 3

Sunny Days Masterlist

Summary- Sunny wakes up in Negan’s arms. 

Word Count- 2835

Warnings- Some angsty-ish stuff, a small bit of smut (like microscopic…it will get there later, I swear)

Author’s Note- Happy Birthday to me! I’m trying to post once a week but it may get sketchy with the holidays. Not beta’d. Hope you guys enjoy.


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Sunny snuggled into her pillow. It was warm and heavy…and breathing. She slowly opened an eye and took in her current situation. Negan was sleeping on his back next to her his chest rising and falling rhythmically.  She was laying on her right side, her head on Negan’s shoulder. His left arm was wrapped protectively around her back. His hand cupping her butt. Her leg was thrown over his lean hip. Her arm was stretched over his chest. His hand covering hers. She could feel his heart beating beneath her palm.

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I Need You

Originally posted by i-write-imagines

Requested By: @maisie-daughtry

Request: Can you do a 2 with Derek when your in a coma and he’s crying and when he says I love you you wake up?💖

Derek’s POV

It should have been me. Not her. Why did this have to happen?

Y/N is currently is a coma, and I couldn’t save her. I couldn’t do anything. I tried, but I wasn’t there in time. It’s my fault. She was trying to fight off one of the Beserkers, and it picked her up and threw her. She hit her head on one of the stone walls. She hasn’t woken up since. That was one week ago.

Now I sit here, by her bedside, crying, hoping, begging her to wake up. But she lay there, not able to move a muscle.

“Y/N, please. Please wake up. Please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t there to save you, to protect you. And because of me you stuck like this. But we need you, Y/N. We need our ray of sunshine. The one who always gives us hope when we start to believe that hope is lost. The one who never fails to make anybody smile. Please. We need you. I need you. I love you.”

She didn’t move a muscle. I should have known that it wouldn’t have worked. I bury my face in my hands, trying to hide the tears that were on my face. From who? I don’t know. I was losing hope. She could die because of me.

“Derek?” A weak voice asks.

I look up. Y/N’s eyes are looking right at me. She looks tired, with the dark circles under eyes. Her pale skin is looking less and less pale.

“Y/N!” I shoot up and lean over the bed and stroke her hair.

“What happened?” She whispers.

“You were in a coma. You’ve been unconscious for a week. It’s my fault. I wasn’t there to protect you.”

She looks at me like I’m an idiot. “Derek Hale. Don’t you dare blame yourself for this. I don’t need a knight in shining armor to always be there to protect me. You were trying to help the Pack, and I was the lookout. And being the lookout means you have to be ready for anything. You’re usually the first to have to fight. I know that couldn’t have been there in time. I don’t blame you for anything that happened.” She explains.

“You could have died.”

“And that’s a chance I’ll take to save my friends.”

And then she leans up and kisses me. “I love you Derek.”

“I love you too.”

Strange Magic: Hello Stranger

A Strange Magic AU that I’ve decided I desperately need

Because dainesanddaffodils and a few others were actually excited about the idea with me. So here it is. The head canon of what this story would look like. Until I finish my one shot tomorrow, I figured I’d just catch up with a bunch of AU’s. 

Marianne, due to be wed to Roland in a few short weeks, is near the border of primroses, trying to find decorations for the ceremony. Instead, she finds something hidden in the grasses. A staff, thrown through the thicket during a brawl and lost. Near frantic, its owner had to give up searching. Goblins didn’t just go into the Fairy Kingdom without protection, after all.

Not sure who’s it is, but not being foolish enough to traverse through the Forest as a Fairy, she places it just inside the canopy of trees with a note.

Found this. Looked important. To whomever was stupid enough to leave something out here, don’t do it again. Next time I’ll steal it and paint it pink and you’ll never be able to find out that I did it and I’ll laugh at you from the safety of my Kingdom. 

The next day she goes back to see if its still there. It isn’t. However, in its place is a note. 

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The Premiere

This is for onlyhere4olicity, my Olicity and Doctor Who friend who basically said, “Are we watching the premiere together Saturday night? Actually, that would be a good Olicity prompt.”

sleepymomma918 may also find this interesting.

I hammered this out in record time just to get it out before tonight, and I deeply apologize for any poor quality as a result. But here it is! (I’m gonna make you love the Ninth Doctor til your heart hurts if it kills me, I swear it.)

Rated G, 761 words.

Read it on ao3!

Originally posted by thebadwolf

“So,” Oliver said when he picked up the dishes to carry them to the sink. “We watching the premiere tonight? Or do you want to DVR it and go out?”

Felicity blinked. “Excuse me?”

“The Doctor Who premiere. Do you want to watch it live and avoid spoilers? Or watch it tomorrow?” He grinned at her, then walked through the swinging door into the kitchen, leaving her behind.

Felicity sat at the table for a second, processing, then followed him. He stood at the sink, bending every now and then to load something into the dishwasher, and she leaned against the counter beside him. He had a small, up-to-something grin on his face.

“What the hell are you talking about, Oliver?”

“You heard me.” The corners of his mouth tugged up a little more.

“Yeah, but…why would you want to watch it?”

“I’ve seen every episode.”

Felicity’s arms dropped, as did her jaw. “You’ve what?

Oliver pressed his lips together to keep from laughing, dropped the last bowl into the dishwasher, dried his hands and turned to look at Felicity. “I’ve seen every episode.”

“When the hell were you going to tell me that?”

“When I finished them. Took me a couple of weeks, but I finished up last night.”

Felicity moved her mouth like she was saying something, then closed it a little, shaking her head. Then she opened it, trying again, then closed it tight, shaking her head again. “You seem…confused,” Oliver said, his nostrils flaring in the effort not to laugh.

“Why did you watch Doctor Who?” she finally managed. She recrossed her arms, this time in an almost protective gesture.

“Because it’s something you love. And I figured that I love you, and you love that show, so chances were good I might love it, too. Turns out I was right. It’s really cool, I like it a lot.”

Felicity’s head jutted forward in disbelief, her eyes fluttering closed and her arms recrossing. “Are you kidding me?”

“No, I really do,” he nodded. “There were some parts and Doctors or companions or whatever I liked better than others, but all in all I really like it.”

Felicity just shook her head again, stunned, and Oliver continued. “Which brings me back to my original question. Are we watching tonight, or do you want to DVR it? I was thinking we’d order in and watch it live.”

“Hold on,” Felicity held up a hand. “I need to know, now. Did you skip Nine?”

Oliver scoffed and turned to close the dishwasher. “Of course not. He’s my favorite.”

It was Felicity’s turn to scoff. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope.” He started the dishwasher.

“But…” she said, confused. “Why Nine? Everyone loves either Ten or Eleven best.”

Oliver shrugged, turning around to lean on the counter, crossing his arms. “Not me. I like the Ninth Doctor best of all. He’s fresh from doing and experiencing terrible things so he’s kind of, I dunno, broken.” Oliver shrugged again. “I can relate.”

“Oh.” Felicity deflated a bit. That hadn’t occurred to her. Yeah, Nine would be Oliver’s Doctor, for sure.

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t like the others,” he continued. “I did. I liked all of them. Ten and Eleven were funny, and I could definitely relate when Twelve asked Clara if he was a good man.”

“So Clara’s your favorite, then? I’d have pegged you as an Amelia Pond kind of guy.”

Oliver shook his head. “No, not Amy. I liked Rory, though…the way he was so devoted to Amy was amazing. And I do like Clara. She’s a take-charge kind of girl. I like girls like that.” He winked at Felicity.

“Who was your favorite companion, then?”

“Well…” Oliver said, his lip quirked up a bit. “Rose reminded me of someone I know, too.”

Felicity looked confused again. “Who?”

“She took a broken man and made him better. He kind of hated everyone and everything, and she healed him.” He stepped forward and hooked a finger through Felicity’s belt loops, tugging her closer. “She was kind and compassionate, she was his friend. And her kindness, compassion and friendship made him better. Healed him. He fell in love with her for that, and she fell in love with him for God-knows-why.” Oliver leaned down and nuzzled Felicity’s neck. “Plus, you know, she’s blonde.”

Felicity let out a low giggle and kissed his ear. “I think she colors her hair.”

Oliver pulled back and looked her in the eyes. “Did I ever tell you I have a thing for dyed blonde hair?” Then he kissed her.

Originally posted by olicitykisses

Within His Skin

The Beast and Raven Drabbles

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

Raven lifted her eyes to the eyes that looked familiar, but held no spark of the person she had once called her friend and teammate. The Beast had been scratching at his soul for the last week, begging for freedom, to find himself next to Raven. But Beast Boy had refused to give into him. No, instead he fought the parasite with every mental barrier he could, trying to protect both Raven and himself from the thing inside him. But today, that thing had broken free, and it was after Raven. 

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Supernatural Reality- Part 10 (FINAL PART!)

Inspired by impalalalalardis-1067.

Summary of Part 9- You decide to deal with Diana once and for all.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Word Count: 2400 ish

Warning: Some smut, some violence

A/N: Thank you guys SO MUCH for the love you’ve shown this series. I truly appreciate it! XOXO

“I got her,” Dean mumbled, stumbling out of bed and toward the crib in the corner of your room. You didn’t open your eyes, just listened as the baby’s loud cries instantly quieted to a soft whimper when Dean picked her up. You smiled when Dean began to hum “The Weight”. Your daughter was going to grow up thinking classic rock was the only music in existence.

The bed dipped as Dean settled back into his pillow. You did open your eyes then, and felt a warm tightness in your chest at Dean laying on his back, the baby sprawled across his chest, already falling back asleep. Dean’s eyes had drifted shut too, and you knew you had never seen anything more beautiful, more perfect, than the two of them together.

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50 Shades of Raudenfeld Chapter 5

A/N: This chapter is pretty much all dialogue. I’m going to try and have the next chapter out by the end of this week! Thanks for all the love, feedback and suggestions its been a great motivator! 

Feel free to send me any suggestions,feedback, comments or love to my inbox!


Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4 Pt 1, 4 Pt 2 

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Bellarke xmas Day 7 - Jasper the Bellarke fanboy

I wrote this with a christmas hat on. Thought that was important to note. Enjoy :)

The four times Jasper kept Bellamy’s secret and the once he didn’t.

They were playing spin the bottle, Jasper was already very drunk on Monty’s ‘Earth Eggnog’ as he was calling it. Despite the deep snow that covered the ground outside the drop ship the 100 still felt it necessary to sit outside crowded around the fire. Halfway through their game, after Jasper had already kissed Monty, Raven, Octavia and Miller, Bellamy joined the game to great cheers from the 100. Then soon after that Clarke joined, causing the group to collectively drop their jaws in surprise. 

“What are you all looking at? I can be fun. Plus it’s Christmas isn’t it.” Clarke grabbed a full cup of eggnog and downing it in one, and picking up a new one in one swift movement.

“Let’s see how much fun princess can be then.” Murphy smirked and nodded to Clarke to spin the bottle.

“Fine.” Clarke matched his glare, Murphy should no by now that if Clarke isn’t scared of Grounder commanders that would killer her in a heartbeat, then she definitely wasn’t scared of him. Clarke span the bottle, and it landed on Octavia, who was sitting next to Jasper. Everybody whooped and hollered looking at the two girls. Octavia winked at Clarke, and the two of them moved over the fire towards each other and kissed, a mess of giggles and drunkenness. Out of the corner of his eye Jasper saw Bellamy stiffen up, his jaw locked in anger. Jasper shrugged it off, it was probably just because of Octavia, everybody knew how protective he was of her. 

“Well that was wonderful!” Monty slurred, “Bellamy I think it’s your turn now.” Everybody turned to face Bellamy, who finished his glass of eggnog, as Octavia and Clarke returned to their seats.

“So who’s the lucky human?” Miller joked as Bellamy span the bottle, his expression unreadable. Jasper watched as the bottle span, and span, and span, before landing on Clarke. The 100 were so silent you could have heard a pin drop, nobody knew what was going to happen. Jasper kept his eyes fixed on Bellamy, something in the back of his mind telling him that Bellamy’s stone cold expression was only a facade. The whole camp watched as Bellamy walked up to Clarke, offered her his hand to help her onto her feet. Bellamy then proceeded to cup Clarkes chin with his hand and tilt it up carefully, the two of them completely in their own world, eyes locked firmly onto each other. Jasper couldn’t help but notice the emotion pouring out of Bellamy’s face. After what seemed like a lifetime Bellamy brought his lips down to Clarke and wrapped his free arm around Clarke’s waist, pulling her into him. Not a single person was talking, everybody was just in awe of the two most unlikely people sharing the most real kiss Jasper had seen all night. They broke apart and Clarke looked down at her feet, but Bellamy did not take his eyes of off her. Hmm, Jasper thought, did Bellamy Blake have feelings for Clarke? Or was this just the eggnog talking? Jasper shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but his brain was fuzzy, and he wasn’t sure if that was from the eggnog, or Bellamy’s public display of affection. 


It had been a week since the eggnog affair, and Jasper couldn’t help but notice Bellamy staring at Clarke, when she was working, or talking to another person, somebody that wasn’t him. Maybe the protective instinct didn’t just stop with Octavia. Jasper watched as Bellamy pushed past people and grab Clarke’s arm. Jasper had to strain his ears to work out what they were saying.

“Hey, we’re running low on food, fancy coming out with me to hunt?” Bellamy asked Clarke, ignoring Miller, who Clarke had been talking too.

“Why me? You’ve got better hunters than me.” Clarke wrinkled her nose in confusion at Bellamy.

“Well I noticed that we’re also low on medicinal herbs, and you’re the only person who can recognise them.” Bellamy answered quickly, he had obviously thought this conversation through, Jasper thought.

“Ok, just let me get my pack.” Clarke nodded at Bellamy, “I’ll meet you at the gate in ten minutes.” Jasper scrambled to his feet and ran up to Clarke’s tent once he saw her go in.

“Hey Clarke, what you up to?” Jasper said, standing in her tent.

“Hi Jasper, not much, about to go hunting with Bellamy, why whatsup?” Clarke turned around to smile at Jasper, absentmindedly packing supplies.

“Can I come, I mean I’m bored and I’m a pretty good shot.” Jasper shrugged, this would be awkward if she said no.

“Sure, meet Bellamy and I by the gate in five minutes.” Clarke replied, and Jasper high fived himself internally. He was practically Sherlock Holmes.

“Great!” Jasper said, bounding out of Clarke’s tent. Five minutes later he walked up to Clarke and Bellamy who were waiting for him at the gates. Bellamy glowered at him when he walked up, but Jasper pretended not to notice.

“Ready Jasper?” Clarke asked, and Jasper had to surprise a laugh at how for once she was the one in the dark, not him.

“Yep, let’s go, hiya Bellamy!” Jasper shot Bellamy a grin that said ‘I’m onto you, mate.’ The three of them walked off into the woods, Bellamy and Clarke walking ahead, and Jasper taking note of Bellamy’s every move. They’d only been out about fifteen minutes and there had already been five or six odd times when Bellamy had either jumped protectively in front of Clarke, or grabbed her waist if she tripped over a protruding tree root. Jasper smirked at Bellamy’s back, boy sometimes Jasper was impressed by his own detective skills. Suddenly Bellamy dropped down low, pulling Clarke with him and signalling to Jasper to do the same, about ten meters away was a huge boar, and Bellamy didn’t waste anytime aiming, and then shooting it, hitting it directing in the skull so as not to waste any meat. Jasper saw him grin at Clarke, obviously proud of his shot. Jasper sniggered quietly, his hunch about Bellamy’s feelings was becoming more and more plausible. However he then shut up as Bellamy shot him a look that said; ‘if you tell anybody I will string you up and leave you as grounder bait.’ 


The whole camp was in a frenzy, the night before the snow had fallen so much that for the first time there was enough for snowball fights. The camp had split into two teams, Team Princess and Team Rebel. Three guesses who the leaders were. Jasper had managed to get onto Bellamy’s team and was watching him like a hawk. After about an hour, most people had been hit and therefore were out of the game, leaving Octavia and Clarke on one team, and Jasper and Bellamy on the other. 

“Ok Jasper, you take out my sister, I’ve got the princess.” Bellamy whispered to Jasper as they sat behind their make shift snow wall.

“Great, try not to get hit.” Jasper answered, nodding at Bellamy’s plan.

“Yeh, you too.” Bellamy just rolled his eyes before disappearing out of Jasper’s view. Jasper slowly made his way into no man’s land and came face to face with Octavia.

“Hi there Jasper, ready to die?” Octavia smirked at him before hurling a snowball in his face, he ducked in plenty of time and hurled two back at her, narrowly missing. 

“Not quite yet.” Jasper winked. Somehow he eventually managed to hit Octavia, who pouted but left the game nonetheless, leaving him free to sneak up on Clarke and Bellamy. It took him about ten minutes to find the two of them, they had ended up round the back end of the drop ship, where the snow was pilled so high Jasper could barely work out what was metal and what was tree root. In fact he only managed to spot the two of them because he caught a glimpse of Clarke’s blonde hair, sticking out against the bright white snow. At this moment neither one of them seemed to be out, but neither of them were moving. Clarke was holding a snowball over Bellamy’s head, however he was standing so close to her that she had to tilt her neck up to look at Bellamy’s face. This was gold, Jasper thought, how could Bellamy explain his way out of this one? Jasper crept closer to the couple so that he could hear what they were saying.

“Come on Clarke, give it up. Put the snowball down.” Bellamy was frozen, only inches away from Clarke, with his cocky, half smile on his face.

“Why would I do that, when I’m about to win?” Clarke tilted her head to the side, and smirked at Bellamy, matching his intense stare.

“Because winning would mean breaking this moment, and we both know that you don’t want to do that.” Bellamy’s voice was no more than a whisper now, like he subconsciously knew Jasper was there. Not taking his eyes off of Clarke, he grabbed the snowball out of Clarke’s hand, and crushed it beside the two of them. Jasper watched Bellamy touch the small of Clarke’s back and inch her towards him. It was in this moment that Jasper was so proud that he was right about the two of them, that he fell out of his perch, and the snow meant that he fell over, right into Bellamy’s eye line. Jasper stared, wide eyed at Bellamy, luckily Clarke hadn’t noticed, obviously she was just as obsessed with Bellamy as he was with her. Jasper quickly scrambled to his feet, watching Bellamy’s head nod the tiniest of fraction, a nod meant only for Jasper, that once again told him that if he mentioned this, bad things would happen. 


Thanks to the stolen supplies that had come back after a peace meeting Mount Weather, the 100 were busy making Christmas food. Jasper had never tasted cake as good as the cake in Mount Weather, and for his own sake, he was really hoping the 100 could reproduce the taste themselves. For a few hours most of the kids had been interested in these new goodies and had all wanted to learn how to cook, but now only Bellamy and Clarke were left making what the mountain men called ‘mince pies’ and Jasper and Octavia were left making chocolate cake. Jasper couldn’t help noticing how close Bellamy was standing to Clarke, and the regular brushing of arms between the two of them. Jasper shook his head, you’re not being as subtle as you think Blake, Jasper thought. If Jasper concentrated enough, he could hear their conversation.

“Bellamy, you’re doing this all wrong. It’s meant to be a small bit of mince, you’re practically overflowing my pastries.” Clarke scowled at Bellamy, trying to fix their pastries. 

“Clarke, stop being so uptight, they’re cakes! They’re supposed to be made with love, and that’s exactly what’s happening here.” Jasper couldn’t help but notice the cheeky grin that spread over Bellamy’s face.

“Oh yeh this is treating them with love, filling them up so much that they explode.” Clarke tutted and rolled her eyes at Bellamy. She was better at hiding her feelings than he was, Jasper noted. 

“It is! You can’t underfeed them, that’s just mean.” Bellamy fake pouted, and it was so obvious he was flirting with her. 

“I’m feeding them just right, you’re ruining it!” Clarke sighed and stared up at Bellamy. 

“Stop taking everything so seriously Princess, have a bit of fun.” Bellamy smirked cheekily again and blobbed icing on her nose. Jasper’s jaw dropped in surprise, really? Right here in front of everyone. This made Jasper stop concentrating so hard for a minute and look around the camp, scratch that last comment, he thought, the camp was basically empty now everybody had gotten bored with cooking. 

“You really want to start this?” Clarke asked, wiping the icing off of her face and eating it, not breaking eye contact with Bellamy. 

“Don’t start a war you can’t end princess.” Bellamy winked, momentarily looking away from Clarke to scan the supplies on the table. 

“I won’t,” Clarke said, before blowing a huge handful of flour into Bellamy’s face, completely covering him, making Jasper almost laugh out loud. The two of them continued on like this for a good fifteen minutes, before the mince pies had been completely destroyed and they had run out of ingredients. It was at this moment when Bellamy grabbed Clarke’s hand, lacing his fingers with hers, and leaning into her. Everything was the same as the snowball fight, expect that this time Jasper wasn’t surprised when Bellamy kissed her, softly at first, but as soon as Clarke kissed him back he embraced her fully, it was sweet, Jasper thought. That was until Bellamy opened one eye and pointed it straight at Jasper, this time Jasper kept his cool, winked at Bellamy, and for the fourth time, decided to keep his secret. 


The 100 had discovered mistletoe plants growing close to the drop ship. Mistletoe had always been a myth on the ark, and kids used to attempt to recreate it out of paper in school sometimes. However now they had a proper supply of it and thus it was spread all over camp. Jasper had already been cornered by Monty under it and the two of them shared an outrageously over the top fake kiss, to the glee of Octavia. However Jasper had a better plan, he’d kept Bellamy’s secret for to long now, and he was done. The 100 had decided that tonight, was the night before Christmas, therefore they were all having a big party, and Jasper was going to find the perfect opportunity to surprise Bellamy and Clarke. Monty had made extra eggnog and although it was still relatively early, most of the camp was already fuzzy headed and extra happy. Jasper spotted Bellamy next to the table filled with eggnog talking to Miller and Murphy, and Clarke was the other side of camp, with Raven and Octavia. Hmm, he thought, how was he going to get them together. As it turned out this wasn’t very hard, because half way through the night, Bellamy and Clarke had found their way towards each other, and were sitting very close to each other by the fire. Before Jasper could even open his mouth Miller stood up and said;

“Hey guys! I think we need a speech from mum and dad to celebrate Christmas properly!” Miller winked at Bellamy and Clarke, who both giggled and drunkenly stood up. Jasper seized his opportunity. Everybody crowded around the fire and the two leaders held up their hands to silence everybody.

“We were sent down here as prisoners, people who the Ark thought were just wasting oxygen.” Bellamy started.

“We’ve proved them all so wrong, and I’m so proud of us, we have come a long way from ‘whatever the hell we want.’” Clarke grinned at the camp, and then subtly winked at Bellamy, not subtle enough Clarke, Jasper thought. The speech continued, and it was cute, plus it was a great distraction for Jasper, who had no trouble sneaking off to find a branch of mistletoe. 

“And there is no better way of saying this, we love you guys, and the Ark may think you are criminals, but we think you’re awesome!” Bellamy concluded, downing the rest of his eggnog to wild cheers from the crowd. Jasper seized his opportunity and stood on the log behind Bellamy and Clarke, holding the mistletoe above their heads. 

“Kiss, kiss, kiss!” Monty yelled, pointing at the mistletoe above their heads. The whole camp was quiet, and Bellamy turned to Jasper, and Jasper got ready to run, however Bellamy just winked at him and pulled Clarke into his arms. 

“I have another announcement.” Bellamy said, silencing the camp. “I am very much in love with Clarke Griffin, and I want her, and nobody else. That is, if she will have me.” Bellamy was staring at Clarke with a look of pure adoration, and Jasper was cheering internally. 

“Of course I’ll have you Bellamy.” Clarke said, speaking at barely more than a whisper. “I love you too.” The whole camp heard this and cheered as Bellamy pulled Clarke closer to him and kissed her with more passion than Jasper had thought possible. This moment was perfect, Jasper thought, and he was happy that he had done something great for a change. That was until Bellamy stuck his middle finger up at Jasper, causing him to second guess his actions, but in the end Jasper just laughed, he was happy Bellamy and Clarke loved each other, and that his hunch had been right all along. So Jasper just stood there, watching his friends, with a smug smile on his face. 


Some WinterShock feels hit me and then this happened lol

Darcy Lewis/James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes

“Okay, then.” Darcy said quietly in the silence that had followed James outburst, sitting down on the bed next to James. “Tell me.”

James turned towards her, his eyes tired and puffy with tears and exhaustion. He hadn’t slept soundly for around two weeks, and it was showing. The Serum only went so far.

“What?” He asked, confusion lacing his voice.

“Look,” Darcy said patiently, her hand reaching out to grasp his. Mentally, they’d been so far apart the past month that she couldn’t help but be relieved when he didn’t pull away. “I can sit here all night, and tell that what your body did – without your permission – doesn’t bother me, at least not in the way you think it should. But you won’t believe me.”

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