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Happy Accidents (reader x Bucky) [AH pt 10(End)]

Characters: reader x Bucky, Sam, Steve, Nat, Tony, Bruce (mentioned)

Summary: Reader stays home from a mission and Bucky returns with unexpected news that could change your life together forever. 

Warnings: lil angst, mostly fluff. Mentions of illness and possible pregnancy. 

Word Count: 4k. (last part, I needed all the words! )

A/N: Well, this is it!! The last part. It’s been a long time coming and I’m sorry about the wait, but I hope it’s worth it! This series was my baby. Part 1 was my first fic written and posted EVER. Thank you all for sticking around and supporting me and this series! Please let me know what you think! :)

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“There really is no one like you, Y/N. It’s good to be home.”

Now that Bucky was back, the tower felt like home again to you, too.


One Year Later

“I’m going.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Bucky. I feel fine!! I’ve been fine all morning. I am going on this mission.”

Bucky opened his mouth to protest, but your determined expression stopped him, throwing his hands up in surrender.

You smiled victoriously, gathering the last of your gear and tugging the zipper closed on your duffel. The both of you already wore your combat gear, ready to board the Quinjet that was leaving in 10 minutes. Steve had interrupted breakfast saying there was a last minute mission so you and Bucky, along with Bruce, Clint, and Steve were heading out as soon as possible. Steve protested your joining the mission, too, which annoyed you. What was up with that?

One last scan around the room to make sure you had gathered everything, you met Bucky’s eyes.

“You ready, babe?” you asked him.

“Yup. How ‘bout you, doll?”

You paused, holding up one finger before you bolted for the bathroom and lost your breakfast. Aw, crap.

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Piano Tiles (M) - Pt. 2

Originally posted by kths

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, ft. Yoongi

Genre: Angst, Smut, and a sprinkle of fluff, pianist!y/n, AU

Word Count: 9.5k *high pitched screaming*

Summary: “Love is so short, but forgetting is so long.”

A/N: So. This is the second time I’ve rewritten it, have worked on this version for three months and am fINALLY happy with the way it turned out. It somehow turned grossly mushy at the end, but maybe that’s just the product of my pent up bitterness from the hell that was Valentine ’s Day. ¯\_()_/¯ (partially edited, excuse the errors)

part 1 | part 2

At the start, the phrase “It will pass with time” was something you had clung desperately to like a life raft. Words not uncommon to the hurt and heartbroken, you hoped such a miracle would apply to you too, despite the fact that you were the one who inflicted the pain. Did God forgive this form of self-harm? For three long years, you had foolishly believed in such a concept. As you grew more preoccupied, thoughts of him faded with each passing day, only to interrupt your transition to forgetting during the most mundane of instances; getting stuck in traffic, or waiting on a laundry load. The worst times were at night when you began to ponder the many what ifs; what if you hadn’t visited him that day, what if Jimin hadn’t shown up that morning, what if you had stayed? Just exactly how far would that have gone? When you were plagued with such thoughts, you simply plugged in your earbuds and played on repeat whatever piece you were working on until you could drift into a fitful sleep. With time, it had gotten easier to forget your time with Jeon Jungkook or to pretend to do so; to lie to yourself and others.

And then the night of your professional debut, the spell was broken.

You haven’t seen him in three long years and it’s unfair how good he looks.

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Spencer Reid

It was dark when you woke up. You searched for your phone, surprised to see that it was only 11:17 pm. You had text messages from Garcia and Morgan, all wishing you well and begging you to join them at the bar if you felt better.

You did feel better now you’d slept non stop for the past 5 hours. The team had returned from their latest case yesterday and you had spent most of the day completing the mountain of paperwork that went with it. It had given you a migraine. Penelope and Morgan had wanted the team to go out together for drinks afterwards but JJ had wanted to get back to Henry and Hotch had needed to spend some time with Jack.

That had left you, Reid and Rossi for them to bully into taking part in their drunken shenanigans. You’d been game originally until the migraine had hit you around 4pm and you’d felt the desperate need to retreat to a dark room to hide.

Spencer had seen you wincing and rubbing your temples. “Go home” he’d said tenderly, understanding the pain you had been feeling. You took his advice, texting Penelope as you headed to the parking lot. She’d called you immediately asking if she could do anything to help.

“No thanks” you were touched by her concern. “I just need to take some meds and sleep.”

“Well if you’re sure my little cupcake. If you feel better later we’re still planning on heading out to Ben’s,” she’d said naming the bar right around the corner from your apartment.

You’d had a text from Spencer too. ‘Hope you feel better soon Y/N. Sleep will help,’ he’d sent not long after you’d left the office.

He’d text you again at around 9pm, ‘I think Morgan is trying to get me drunk. He keeps buying me funny coloured fruity drinks. Did you know that the human body actually produces its own supply of alcohol naturally, 24 hours a day and 7 days a week.’

You’d received a picture message from Garcia about 30 minutes later showing a table filled with shot glasses, all with various brightly coloured liquids in them, and then another picture showing the glasses empty but with Reid and Morgan in the background pulling disgusted faces.

Reid had texted you again only ten minutes ago which must have been what woke you up. ‘Save me Y/N. I think Morgans trying to break my liver.’

You giggled. 'You still out?’ you messaged him back. You dragged yourself out of bed quickly going to the bathroom and freshening yourself up. After ten minutes Reid hadn’t replied so you sent the same message to Garcia.

'Oh Yes Yes my gorgeous little munchkin’ she’d replied almost instantly.

'Be there in ten’ you shot back as you quickly brushed your hair and re did your make up. You threw on a short denim skirt and a black vest top grabbing your purple converse and hoodie. Not exactly classy but you looked good enough for the local dive bar you frequented so often.

“Sweetcheeks you made it!” Penelope squealed excitedly from her perch as you made your way through the bar to the table where her and Derek were sitting. You placed the bottle of wine you’d just purchased on the table and gave her a quick hug.

“Yep I feel tons better after my nap,” you said quickly downing a glass and refilling it.

“You need to catch up with us lady bird,” Derek smirked at you, handing you a shot glass full of an amber coloured liquid. You took it, screwing your face up at its bitter taste.

“Where’s Rossi and Reid?” you asked scanning the room for them.

“Rossi left with a hot blonde about five minutes before you arrived,” Garcia replied happily.

“Yeah she looked like she was ready to eat him up,” Morgan added in. “And the pretty boy is currently being chatted up by a very attentive cougar over there,” he made a notion with his head and you followed.

You laughed as your saw your friend looking horribly uncomfortable as a women in her late forties was sat drawing circles on his arm with her nails whilst attempting to lean over seductively, giving him a good view down her dress. You could see him trying to avoid looking, but every so often his eyes would drift down.

'Men and boobs eh?’ you thought to yourself. You caught Spencer’s eye and waved. His eyes lit up as he saw you, mouthing 'Save me’ in your direction. You giggled shaking your head watching his brown eyes plead for you to come and help him.

“Poor Spencer,” you chuckled taking another long sip of your wine.

“Poor Spencer nothing, princess. That boy needs some female attention. It’s about time he got laid, ” Derek knocked his drink back.

“Yeah but really Derek…..a cougar, she’ll break him!” you giggled. “How long has she been there?“

“Well I pointed him out to her about 30 minutes ago when she grabbed my ass and asked if I was looking for a good time tonight, ” Derek laughed. “I figured the boy genius could have a good time instead. If he can’t find himself a hook up, I’ll do it for him.”

You shook your head at Derek feeling sorry for Reid. It wasn’t that the profiler was unattractive. Far from it. In fact, as far as your own tastes went, Reid was preferable to you than Derek. But he lacked confidence with women, not knowing what to say or when to stop rambling. You’d been surprised at how quickly you two had actually become friends outside of work to be honest, seeing how awkward and shy he could be around people.

You glanced at Reid again. He looked so miserable, but you knew he’d rather sit there than risk offending someone, even someone who was blatantly trying to get him into bed.

“Be right back,” you said to Garcia and Morgan as you hopped off your stool and walked over to the booth where the cougar had imprisoned Reid.

“Baby!” you exclaimed sliding in next to him hoping he’d catch on. “I’ve been looking all over for you,” you took his hand and squeezed it gently, leaning in and pecking him oh so lightly on the cheek.

He smiled gratefully, “I’m so sorry Y/N. I’ve just been listening to Shirley here telling me about her job as an air hostess.”

You smiled at 'Shirley’ sweetly. “Well thanks so much for keeping my boyfriend company for me.”

“Boyfriend?” she sniffed curtly. “His friend over there told me he’d be in need of a good time tonight,” she nodded over at Morgan who you could see was trying to hold back laughter. Spencer’s cheeks started to blush at the implication of what she meant.

You started to stroke his hand softly feeling him getting flustered. “Yes boyfriend, Shirley. Our friend over there must have meant someone else. The only person showing Spence a good time tonight will be me, right Spence?” you raised an eyebrow at him. He flushed red at your words.

“Pffft,” Shirley huffed. “He’s too scrawny for me anyway. Probably wouldn’t be able to handle a real women.”

'Bitch,’ you thought to yourself. Some people just didn’t know how to handle rejection well. You felt Spencer wince at the insult from her. 'And there goes his confidence levels plummeting to the ground again,’ you sighed internally.

“Let me tell you something Shirley,” you leaned over looking her dead in the eye. "This man right here may look scrawny, but he has no trouble pinning me up against my bedroom wall and fucking my brains out. He definitely, 100 percent knows how to handle a real women. Now I suggest you leave so I can discuss with Spencer exactly how he’s going to handle me when we get home.“ You smiled as her jaw dropped. Her face started to flush as she gathered up her bag and stalked away from the booth in the direction of the bathroom.

You knocked back your drink and turned to look at your friend. "Hi” you said nudging his shoulder with yours.

"Hi yourself” he replied licking his bottom lip. “Thanks for getting rid of her,” he smiled taking a sip of his own drink.

"No problem…. She pissed me off when she didn’t seem to believe that I was your girlfriend. So I had to put her in her place a little!“

“Well of course she didn’t believe it Y/N. Why would someone like you be with someone like me,” he said softly suddenly seeming very sober.

"What’s that meant to mean Spencer,” you asked sharply turning to look at him.

He gripped your hand realising how what he’d said might have sounded. “Oh no. N-no. T-that didn’t come out right,” he stuttered. He looked at you sadly and sighed. “You’re gorgeous Y/N. She couldn’t believe that someone as beautiful as you would be with someone like me. Like she said; I’m scrawny and definitely don’t look like I’d be any good at….. Well….that,” his eyes focused on his drink not wanting to look at you.

“Look at me Reid,” you put your hand out and touching his jaw, turning it towards you. “Spencer look at me.”

His sad brown eyes found yours. “Spencer, you may not be as built as guys like Morgan but trust me when I say that you could have any girl in here, if you’d only learn to be more confident.“

He huffed as if to say 'yeah right’ and started to look away again. You grabbed his face keeping it aimed on yours and moved closer to him. "I’m being serious Spencer. You’re gorgeous. You have a jaw line that most guys would kill for, eyes that someone could easily get lost in and hair that most women would love the opportunity to run their hand’s through. Add that to the fact that you’re a genius as well as kind and funny and well… What’s not to like?” He started to bite his lip the way he does at least ten times a day. "Oh and lip thing you’re doing right now Reid? Sexy as fuck….When ever you do that I can guarantee there’s at least one girl in the room watching you, wanting you to bite down on their lips instead…..Seriously, if you can teach yourself a whole new language in the space of a weekend then you can teach yourself to be confident. You could have anyone you wanted if you just had confidence in yourself.”

You sat back in your seat feeling sad that your friend didn’t realise what a good catch he was and feeling angry with Morgan for sending that bitch over to try to seduce him. You weren’t saying those things just to be nice either. You genuinely meant them. He was gorgeous and would make someone an amazing partner.

“What if I don’t want just anyone?” Spencer spoke quietly after taking a deep breath. “What if there is someone I like but I’m too scared that she doesn’t think of me like that?” he looked at you shyly.

You sighed racking your brains trying to think who this girl could be, feeling slightly jealous that there was someone he liked.

“Then tell her Reid, at least that way you know. If she doesn’t want you, then that’s her loss but at least you have an answer. Tell her.”

“I’m trying to Y/N. I’m trying to tell her right now,” he spoke so softly you almost didn’t hear him. He must have felt you tense as the meaning of his words finally clicked in your mind.

'Wait what?’ you thought. 'Me, he likes me?’ As much as you wanted to believe that’s what he’d just said, you couldn’t.

“Shit.” he muttered. “Guess that’s my answer. Can we just forget about this please?” he smiled at you weakly.

When you didn’t respond he made a move to leave the table. When you realised he was going to leave you blurted out, “NO.”

“No?” he asked quizzically.

“No, we can’t forget about it. Spencer…. You like me? Like properly more than a friend like me?” you wanted to be sure before you made a fool of yourself.

He blushed, “Well, erm, yes I do. A lot. A hell of a lot actually. I just never thought that anyone as awesome as you could like me. I don’t really have girlfriends, you know this.” He brushed a brown curl that was escaping back behind his ears as he bit his bottom lip again nervously.

You giggled, “Spence… I’m that girl.”

He looked confused.

“You’re biting your lip again… I’m that girl who wants you to be biting hers instead.” you laughed at the expression on his face. "I like you too. A lot,“ you whispered.

He smiled at you, his eyes lighting up. He looked so adorable right now.

"Listen,” you said. “Let’s go somewhere and get some coffee and talk okay.”

He nodded and you both stood up. You caught Penelope’s eye and mouthed 'We’re going’ across the room to her. She looked confused. You made a 'I’ll text you later motion’ with one hand and slipped your other hand back into Reid’s hearing him sigh happily at your contact.

Garcia clocked the hand hold and her eyes widened as a huge grin came over her face. You could almost hear the squeals that must be happening inside her head.

“Come on Dr Reid. We’ve gotta go find a wall for you to pin me up against. Wouldn’t want to have lied to Shirley now do we?”

He coughed and spluttered at what you’d just said.

“Haha. I’m joking Spence…. I don’t do that on a first date,” you turned to look up at him. "But someday, when you’re ready, we are soo doing that okay?“

He lowered his head so his lips were next your ears and whispered, "Okay, but maybe tonight, we could try some of that lip biting you mentioned instead.”

It was your turn to cough and splutter then as you pulled his hand and nearly dragged him out of the bar.

letsgetempirical  asked:

Prompt: #16 with Shiro comforting pidge after a mission that scared/upset her. Gen

It’s the 1000 Followers Special!  Based on these prompts.  Prompts are now closed.  Don’t want to see all 35 of these?  Block ‘1000 Followers Special’.  Can’t read on mobile?  These will slowly be posted to AO3 starting in a few days as ‘Hold Up Half the Sky’.  A huge thank you to Xagrok for the beta’ing!

It was the sounds that caught Shiro’s attention.

Peering down the other hall, Shiro frowned.  At this time of night, there shouldn’t have been anything that cause strange noises like that.  From the rec room, Shiro could see just a sliver of light on the bottom, flashing and changing colors rapidly.

Something on TV, then.  Shiro sighed and made his way down that way.  Hopefully, Lance and Hunk hadn’t gotten distracted during one of their movie marathons again.  Neither of them had kept track of the time, and so when Shiro walked in on them at 4 AM, they’d been stunned. And the next morning, they’d both been utter wrecks.

As he moved closer, Shiro realized the odd noises were old school video game sound effects.  When he tapped on the console, the door swung open quietly, and Shiro could see the tops of a couple curls poking over the top.

Pidge, then.

Leaning over the back of the couch, Shiro tapped on the top of her head.  He hadn’t thought he was being particularly stealthy, but the noise of the game must have covered his footsteps, because Pidge jolted and tried to throw the controller in sheer reflex.  It was yanked to a stop from the cord to the console, and instead it fell right back down into the couch.

“Good reaction time, but I’d prefer to see it in the morning,” Shiro joked, lips curled up.

Then he finally met Pidge’s eyes, and saw how red rimmed they were.

Oh, no.

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Just a Little Further (Tony Stark x reader)

Request:  yourtropegirl said: I am so excited your requests are open. I absolutely love your writing and I thought you were different has been my absolute favorite. I haven’t seen very many Tony requests so I was wondering if you could do a marriage proposal where he takes her on a tour of Europe (which she has always wanted to do) for her Birthday and he proposes at the end of it. Pretty Please!!!

When Tony had surprised you with a trip to Europe as a far too extravagant birthday gift, you thought that maybe he was able to take a long weekend or maybe even a week away from Stark Enterprises and from the team to do it; you had no idea that a month later, you’d still be days away from getting back home.  You had made your way through the usual tourist locations in London and Paris, spent a few days in both Florence and Rome, and enjoyed the longest stop in Monaco, where Tony spontaneously decided to buy a vacation home simply because he ‘didn’t have one there yet’.

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Fate, I Suppose

“George, stop pulling your sisters hair.” You say sternly from the stove, finishing breakfast. You walk over, placing the food on the table and within a minute the older boys are grabbing it. You ruffle Lucy’s hair, kissing her as the tears start to dry on her face.

“Where’s William?” You say, as George and Peter look at you with stuffed faces, Katie helping feed Lucy in her highchair. “Anyone?” You say, looking at your little army of children. They all shake their heads as you get the last bowl of food, trying not to spill all of it’s contents onto the floor as William runs by you, sitting in his seat.

“What are you-” You begin when you hear John coming down stairs.

“Toys fucking everywhere,” you hear John say annoyed, as he kicks things to the side, stomping angrily into the kitchen.

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A Miraculous Christmas

Reblog, don’t repost.

Do not publish onto any other site! (Instagram, YouTube, Amino, WeHeartIt,, Facebook, Pinterest, etc.)

Apparently, I don’t know what the fudge a hiatus is haha. I’m serious this time though. Nothing else until the new year.

I just thought that I should give a gift to all of my followers who’ve been so awesome and supportive. I know that some of you have already watched the Christmas special. Some liked it and some found it a little disappointing. But that’s what the fandom is here for, right? We make our own content! (I’m still waiting for some mistletoe fan art.)

Ideally, I would have drawn a comic but I didn’t want to spend the time, especially since I’m supposed to be taking a break. So I just wrote a little something instead. It’s not the greatest but eh… beats drawing a whole comic xD

Minor spoilers ahead!

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One Exciting Ride (Gaston x Reader Coffee Shop AU)

One Exciting Ride: Chapter 2

I know it’s super short, but it’s just sort of a kickoff chapter! I promise the next one will be at least 1000+ words!!

Word Count: 554

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“Those idiots wouldn’t know their hand from their foot if there wasn’t a homing beacon on their cocks for Mr Right-Hand-Man,” you joked, hoping to lighten Belle’s mood. It worked.

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The Cheater, chapter 2

So you wonderful people said such encouraging things about my first drabble (inspired by @mustardyellowsunshine‘s writing prompt). So yes, I’ve turned this into a fic. This seems to happen to me a lot. 

Anyway, part one is here and if you feel so inclined, please drop a review on

I welcome anything constructive too!

Kagome was sitting in the New Residence Hall cafeteria with her roommate Sango and another person they had met on their floor named Miroku. He was about as typical as any first-year university guy, as in, he hit on anyone in a skirt. And anyone in pants. Miroku hit on everyone.

When he had met Kagome, he wasted no time in flirting with her. Kagome was a little smitten, until Sango walked over to her five minutes later and confessed that a really cute guy with a gold earring and a small ponytail had just hit on her. Now, the two girls were wise to Miroku’s ways, but kept him around anyway. He was fun to hang out with and he provided the two with a necessary ego boost when they needed it.

Kagome might have spotted Sango and Miroku making out at a club a few nights ago, but she decided not to tease her roommate about it. Yet.

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Summary: Bucky’s nightmares are getting worse, but Y/N is bound and determined to find a way to help him cope with the pain of his past. Word count: 1.9k

Bucky x reader. HURT/COMFORT, FLUFF (mostly fluff). TW: none.

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon in the tower that day. Most of the team was either out on a mission or spending the day in the city, enjoying the fresh spring air. For Bucky, the quiet days were often the hardest. When he’s busy, he can sometimes put the horrors of his Hydra days on the backburner and focus on something else, but when it’s quiet with nothing to do, there’s nothing to fill his mind other than the memories of what he did.

Luckily, even though most of the team was away for the day, Y/N stayed in. Bucky was so glad to have her around—she always had a way of making the bad things seem not so bad, and even bringing the good things to the surface. He watched as she gracefully sauntered into the kitchen, her steps as quiet as a mouse. “Hey Bucky.” she said with a smile as she pulled the orange juice out of the fridge. “Got any plans for the day?” she asked. Bucky shrugged and replied, “Nope, but you might not wanna drink that. I think Sam has been sneaking sips straight from the bottle again.” Y/N stuck the bottle back in the fridge with a grimace on her face. “Not worth the risk. That’s so icky! Like, how hard is it to grab a glass out of the cupboard?! UGH! What’s so funny? Bucky, why are you smiling?!” Bucky stood there, arms crossed with a smirk on his face. “You’re cute when you’re mad.” he said. Y/N rolled her eyes and looked him square in the face.

“You okay, Buck? No offense, but you look like you haven’t been sleeping very well again… Nightmares back?” Y/N asked with genuine concern in her voice. Bucky still felt deep down like he wasn’t deserving of anyone’s time, much less concern, which is part of the reason why he has a hard time opening up to people, but never Y/N. He can tell her anything. “Yeah. It’s like every time I close my eyes it all comes back, and it’s so vivid it feels like it’s happening all over again. I just—I just don’t know what to do anymore.” Bucky stared at the ground in front of him with a look of utter defeat. Y/N put her hand under his chin and guided his face up until he was looking her in the eyes. With determination in her voice, Y/N grabbed his hand and said “Look Bucky, you might not know what to do, but that’s okay because I think I might know how to help. Come with me.”

Bucky was a little confused about what was going on but he trusted Y/N, so he followed along as she pulled him over to the big couch in the lounge. They sat down on the couch, still holding hands, when Y/N smiled at him and said “So here’s the thing. We all have bad stuff in our past, some of us just have more than others. The trick is to find a way to deal with it. Just think of what our friends do—Steve takes out his frustration on a punching bag down in the gym, Tony builds stuff, Nat draws, Bruce spends time in the lab—I guess what I’m trying to say is that everyone has a different way of coping, and we’ve gotta find one for you. I have some ideas, so how about we get started and try out a few of them?” Bucky was skeptical, but figured it was worth a shot. At this point, he was willing to try anything if it meant the nightmares would stop. He squeezed her hand a little tighter and asked “Okay, so where do we start?” “Go put on some clothes you can move in and meet me in the gym.”

When Bucky got to the gym, Y/N was standing in the corner wearing yoga pants and a tank top, trying to connect her iPod into the sound system. She put on some quiet instrumental music and pulled out two yoga mats. “Okay Bucky, just relax, clear your mind, and do what I do. No talking—only inner peace.” Y/N smiled and started going into various yoga poses, first some simple ones that Bucky could follow pretty easily. As the poses began getting more difficult though, Bucky started getting frustrated. His metal arm was less flexible than his other arm was, which made some of the stretches not particularly feasible. Bucky broke out of some weird pose and laid on his back on the yoga mat and said “This is definitely not working. Let’s move on to the next thing.” Y/N turned to him and smiled, then walked over to the duffel bag she had set down next to the sound system. She pulled out some books and a pencil pouch, walked back over, and plopped down on the floor next to him. She unzipped the pencil pouch to reveal dozens of colored pencils. Bucky looked at the books and groaned. “Coloring books? Seriously?” He said with audible skepticism. “Yes. Coloring is a mindless activity that gives you something to focus on. I color all the time. Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.” The two of them sat on the floor and worked on the coloring books chatting here and there about their favorite books and debating about which pizza place in New York is the best. After about an hour, Y/N looked up from her coloring book and asked “So Bucky, how are you liking the coloring book thing?” Bucky smiled at her and replied, “Eh, I could take it or leave it. I don’t think I find it any more relaxing than anything else, but I’ve enjoyed spending the time in here with you, so there’s that.” He felt bad that Y/N was trying so hard to help him, but so far no dice. Not only did he want something to work just so he could get some sleep again, but he also wanted to be able to tell Y/N that it was her idea that got him through. She’s already gotten him through so much, and he wants her to see that what she does is really helping.

 Y/N grabbed the duffel bag and tucked all of their coloring supplies back in while Bucky rolled up the yoga mats and put them back in their little cubbies. “You ready for idea number three?” said Y/N with a devious smile on her face. “Umm, I guess so, but that look on your face… I know that look. You’ve got something up your sleeve, don’t you?” Y/N giggled at his response. “Well Bucky, you might not like this one at first, but just give it a chance. Wait there.” She ran over to the sound system and changed the music from peaceful, relaxing tones to more upbeat songs. They were 1940s-era swing tunes. “Hold on a minute,” Bucky said inquisitively. “I know this song! Are we just gonna sit around and listen to old music? Why don’t we head back over to the lounge for that and—. ““Nope!” Y/N interjected before Bucky could finish his sentence. “We’re dancing!” she said with excitement. “Uh-oh. I don’t know how this is gonna go, Y/N. It’s been a long time since I’ve done any dancing. Like, the last time I danced was when this music was still playing on the radio.” Y/N took a step forward and grabbed his hand. “No worries, Buck. I’ll teach you.”

The two of them moved to the middle of the gym floor, and after a little practice counting out the beats from the music and a refresher on some of the basic steps, they decided to try stringing some of them together. First they danced a slower number, but once Bucky started to pick it up he wanted to try something faster. Y/N and Bucky spent the next two and a half hours doing the Lindy Hop in their workout clothes and socks, laughing and smiling the entire time. Eventually, they both started getting hungry and decided to stop for the night and grab some dinner. Bucky ordered a pizza while Y/N took a quick shower.

The pizza showed up just as Y/N came out of her room with damp hair, wearing pajama pants and an old oversized t-shirt. They sat down next to each other on the couch and started eating their pizza (Tony hates it when people eat on the nice furniture, but he wasn’t there to complain about it so they did it anyway). “So Bucky, how was the dancing? If it’s not for you that’s okay, I still have some ideas we can try tomorrow if you aren’t busy.” Bucky took Y/N’s plate out of her hand and set both of theirs down on the ottoman. He then took both of her hands in his and stared straight into Y/N’s eyes. “The dancing was wonderful,” he said with excitement in his voice, “and I’d like to maybe try it again sometime, ya know, if you want to of course.” A giant smile came across Y/N’s face. She was clearly glad that she had been able to do something good for Bucky. “Yay! I was really hoping you would enjoy it. I love dancing, but I never have anyone to dance with. I guess I’ve finally found myself a partner! And look, Bucky—I understand that sometimes the bad stuff resurfaces in the middle of the night, so I’m just putting it out there now that if you ever feel like you could use a Lindy Hop at three in the morning, I don’t mind waking up for a dance.”

Bucky, still holding Y/N’s hands, pulled her toward him and he kissed her. They had been close friends for quite a while, and had always been really flirtatious with one another. Bucky had known for some time now that he was in love with her, but was afraid that he would screw up their friendship if he told her how he felt. However, after the amazing day he had just spent with Y/N, he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. Bucky laid his heart out on the table and said “I love you, you know. Actually, I’ve been in love with you for a pretty long time now. If you don’t feel the same way that’s fine, we can just be friends, but after all you did for me today I just wanted to say thank you and let you know how I feel about you.” Y/N dropped one of his hands and placed hers gently on his cheek. “I love you too, Bucky.” They kissed again and then settled back down and went back to their pizza.

“I don’t think anyone else is gonna be using this room tonight since it’s getting pretty late. Wanna watch a movie?” said Y/N. “Only if you pick. I still don’t know very many movies.” replied Bucky. The two of them spent the rest of their evening snuggling on the couch watching “Footloose,” until both of them fell asleep. They woke up the next morning still in each other’s arms. “Good mornin’ you two little lovebirds!” someone yelled from the kitchen. They sat up and saw Sam drinking OJ out of the bottle. Y/N and Bucky looked at each other and smiled, because that was the first time in ages that Bucky had slept through the night.


* Alexander × Reader
* Modern
* Requested by @stupidships3335
* Request: a story where the reader sleepwalks into one of the guys’ room, and then she wakes up at the foot of their bed and think that she and the guy of your choice did it last night, then she fights with that guy until another guy of your choice tells her that he saw her sleepwalking, then it ends with fluff?

A/N: another request on private message. I liked this one, I haven’t seen a request like it so I was excited to write it. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1,749


When you were a child, it was a constant problem. Sleep walking. You couldn’t help it and honestly, it was a little annoying. You’d wake up in some place different then where you went to bed. Luckily, as you grew up it just sorta stopped. Apparently it’s something you can grow out of. Once every now and then you would sleep walk, but never far. And it only happened once every few years. You never told the guys as it never seemed relevant. You sorta wished you mentioned it earlier, as it became a problem one night.

“Alright. Time for bed.” You said at a late hour. You were all still up and having a few drinks, except you were all doing your own thing. Alexander typing, Lafayette reading, Hercules working, and John studying. You had been mindlessly scrolling on your phone.

“That’s probably a good idea.” John agreed with you as he slammed his book.

“Yeah, I work better after a night’s rest anyway.” Hercules added.

“Oui. It is pretty late.” Lafayette also chipped in.

“Alexander?” You asked.

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Never Look Back Pt.1

Originally posted by taetaehyungs

[Request]; Badboy!Jungkook, college au.

Inspired by Greetings from Califournia by The Neighbourhood

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Words: 4,840

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Swearing, hints of mature content. 

Description: You were two people from separate worlds, though you would soon enough find yourself drawn into each other’s sick reality.

MasterlistPart 2  / Part 3 (Coming soon) ~

You would never forget the first day you seen him. His tar black hair parted in the centre revealing sun kissed skin underneath, flawless in all it’s glistening perfection. You never thought much of him. He was the type of boy your parents warned you about; truly their worst nightmare. He partied every night, barely made it to class - and when he did, he’d disturb the entire neighbourhood with his obnoxious coup style black civic, it’s engine enough to be mistaken as thunder. You never knew it’s sound would become melody to you, a warning of sick lust and excitement.

You’d only had a few interactions with him, almost all of it was him mooching school supplies or homework sheets off you. He slowly stopped asking for your answers once he realized you always gave him wrong ones. He had a dangerous aura to him, his lips always drawn back in a thin line, his gaze enough to suck your soul right out of your body. You knew to stay away from someone like him.

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B(l)ind Date- Kol Mikaelson

Originally posted by just-tvd-things

*I’m trying to write this Supernatural post but I NEED to get it just right! This is gonna take a while.. xoxox*

Blind dating was not your scene. Actually dating in general. Getting emotionally attached to someone always made the job harder, but you made an exception for this special circumstance.

You walked into the four-star restaurant fashionably late and were able to spot him immediately. Not only were you aware of his handsome face, but his gruesome crimes as well. Not even his gleaming grin from across the room could distract you from your mission. This was the hunt of a lifetime and you refused to even consider screwing this up, especially when you considered how many connections it took to get the date.

“Kol, I presume?” You gave him a mischievous smile and tilted your head playfully, your hair spilling over to one side.

“And you must be Y/N.” He raised your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on it. You paid close attention to hide your internal cringe. After greetings, a waiter was quickly waved over and took your orders.

“So, are you new to blind dating?” you ask.

“I’m afraid so. But I’m sure a beauty like you is used to evenings like these.” You weren’t sure if he was trying to insult you or compliment you, but you thanked him anyways.

“Actually, this is my first time.”

“So I’m your first, eh?” After 5 minutes, you could understand now why he was know as the most chaotic of the Mikaelson’s. He was unpredictable, to most at least. But you needed crazy to fight crazy, which is exactly what he was in for.

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Annabeth’s hands are still shaking, even when the doctor comes out and tells her it’s okay to go in and see him. She smiles gratefully at the man, resisting the urge to throw her arms around him. She wipes at her eyes just before she enters, hoping she looks better than she feels. She takes a deep breath when she sees him lying on the bed, features relaxed. She approaches him silently, and takes the seat beside the bed.

Percy’s fast asleep, chest moving up and down rhythmically. Absently, she reaches out her hand, tracing the slant of his nose, the curve on his cheekbones, the arc of his brows. Her fingers look even more pale against his tan skin, and she tries to match her breathing to his to calm herself down.

He’s here. He’s breathing. He’s alive.

She lets out a shaky breath just as his eyes flutter open. She sees him look up at her confusedly,and can point out the exact second he realizes what’s happened. His face goes from confused to panicked to recognition to peaceful in a span of three seconds, and then he relaxes, moving his head so his cheek is resting against his palm. He watches lets her stroke her thumb over his cheebones wordlessly for a while until he clears his throat.

“Hi.” He croaks, voice barely above a whisper. Annabeth sends him a small smile.

“You gave us such a scare, Jackson.” She tells him softly, and his brows stitch together.

“Us? Does my mom know?”

“Of course she does. I had to drop your son off somewhere when I rushed down here, didn’t I?” She asks with a small smile. She’s run out of tears, but she’s in no mood to laugh, either. Percy groans, shifting slightly.

“You told Alec?” He winces. “Mom’s going to kill me.”

“You’re the worst, Percy.” She can’t stop herself from sniffling a little. All humor vanishes from his face when he looks up at her. His mouth is pulled down and he’s frowning slightly as he reaches out to hold her hand, pulling along the IV drips with him.

“Hey.” She looks up at him, hoping he can’t see through her (Yeah, right). “Why are you so upset?”

“Why am I upset?” She needs to remember she’s in a hospital and can’t scream. “You could’ve died. They call me and tell me my husband’s been in a terrible accident and that he’s in critical care and they don’t know if he’ll even make it and don’t give me any updates for four hours, and you want to know why I’m upset?” Her voice cracks, and she has to tell herself she’s cried enough. That she’s going to make it through this, because Percy’s alright. Tears well in her eyes anyway, and she looks away from Percy, who looks shocked.

“Annabeth, I’m-” He pauses. “I didn’t know, I’m so sorry.” She looks back up at him, almost instantly regretting it because her heart aches for the way he’s pouting slightly. She lets out a sigh, running her hands over her face in an attempt to look a little more put together.

“I should call Sally.” She says hoarsely. “She and Paul are really worried.”

Percy nods with a slight wince and she gets off the chair and makes her way to the window to make her call. Sally and Paul come in half an hour later with their four year old son.

“Percy! Oh, thank god you’re alright!” Sally cries, rushing over to his bed, just when Alec comes in.

“Mommy!” He screams, racing right into Annabeth’s arms. She smiles softly at the little boy and lifts him off the ground. He wraps his legs around her and smiles happily at her, blue eyes sparkling. “You’re not crying anymore!” He announces, and she knows Percy’s tensing on the bed beside her.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Mommy’s okay.” She kisses his cheek. “You know who else is okay? Daddy!” She coos, carrying him over to his father’s bed. Alec reaches out to his dad, but Annabeth holds him firmly. “Alec, sweetie, Daddy’s got hurt really badly, okay? You can’t play with him for a while.”

Big eyes blink up at her as her son frowns. “Did Daddy get into a fight at school?” He asks, and she sees Percy smile weakly behind him.

“Yes, he did, darling. And what do you tell people who pick fights at school?”

Alec turns in her arms to face Percy, and she can see him sticking a finger out over his blonde head. “Daddy. Nice boys don’t fight. You made Mommy cry a lot.” He scolds, and Percy has the decency to look ashamed.

“You’re right, kiddo. No more fights.” He agrees, just as Sally lets out a small laugh, hitting him upside the head gently.

“Do you want to play fireman when we go home?” Alec pushes, and Annabeth freezes. She reaches out and strokes his hair softly, something that she realized a long time ago, calms him down- Just like it does, his father. He turns around and beams at her.

“Daddy’s not going to be able to play for a few weeks, baby.” She says softly. “Until his back feels better. You can play with Jordan. How does that sound?” Alec’s momentary frown melts into a grin.

“That’ll do.” He decides before turning back to Percy. “Daddy, I hope you stop being hurt.”

“I do too, buddy.” Percy winks at him. Alec wriggles out of Annabeth’s hold and runs off to Grandpa Paul, sitting happily in his lap. Paul sends the three of them a thumbs up, as if to say, I’ve got this covered. Annabeth turns back to Percy, who’s still being yelled at quietly by Sally, and she’s about to join in, but she holds herself back.

He’s okay, she reminds herself. And just for that, he’s off the hook.


Percy needs a lot more time before he can work his right leg fully, something that breaks his heart. Annabeth reaches out to interlace her fingers in his when the doctor announces it, and for a while, Percy seems perfectly okay with it. It sinks in minutes later, though, when Dr. Morozova is walking Annabeth through his rehabilitation exercises and timetables.


“You have to start out slow, so we’ll-” The doctor repeats, but Percy slams his hand down on the table.

“My right leg won’t heal for how long?” Annabeth takes a deep break, rubbing circles on his wrist with her thumb.

“A year, Mr. Jackson, at least-”

“I play basketball.” Percy cries. “For a living. I need this to get better sooner. Make it happen.” He waves his arm around stubbornly. Dr. Morozova sends him a sad smile and a shrug before shaking her head.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Mr. Jackson. You got lucky, but struck some of the nerves in your back when you fell. If you attend therapy regularly, though, I think you’ll be back on the field by next December.”

“Okay, first off,” Percy glares at her. “It’s a court. And December’s a year and six months from now.”

Eight, actually, but Annabeth decides she can keep that to herself. She places her other hand over theirs before smiling at the doctor in what she hopes is an apologetic manner.

“Thank you so much for your help. We should head back home.” The doctor doesn’t look impressed, but gives her a tight smile before grudgingly saying,

“Feel free to call me if you need any help.”

Annabeth helps Percy off his seat and lets him sling his arm around her shoulders before making their way back to her car, with Percy muttering how stupid this is, anyway, the whole way. The drive home is mostly silent, because she’s too scared to say something to set him off, and he’s too wrapped up in his thoughts to say anything.

Annabeth fiddles with the keys for a while and pauses before she unlocks the door. She looks up at Percy, who’s leaning against the wall, face screwed up in pain, and she feels a pang of guilt for asking what she wants to.

“Perce?” She asks softly, and he looks at her, frown slipping right off his features. “I know this is a lot to ask, but,” She falters. “I haven’t explained it to Alec, really, and-”

He raises his hand up to silence her. “Annabeth. He might be a mama’s boy- All Jackson men are- but he’s my son, too. Don’t worry about it.” He sends her a large grin that makes her skin tingle as she opens the door.

“You’re home!” She barely has the time to register what’s happening when a lightning fast blur of yellow throws itself at her knees. She laughs, ruffling he little boy’s head and is about to answer, but he’s already racing to tackle his father. Annabeth watches in horror as he runs straight into Percy’s legs, demanding he pick him up. Percy, who looks like he’s going to die from the impact only lets out a scream through gritted teeth. Annabeth’s by his side in a flash, scooping up Alec and wrapping an arm around his waist as carefully as she can.

Alec looks horrified at the thought that he caused his dad, his hero, so much pain, and has tears welling in his eyes, and Percy’s moaning into the crook of her neck and Annabeth can’t decide who to pay attention to first. She reaches out with the hand not carrying her son and strokes Percy’s hiar and kisses the little boy’s forehead.

“Alec, honey, who don’t you go inside and play with your toys, okay? Daddy’s fine, I promise.” Alec nods, looking up at her with large eyes and wiping the single tear  his cheek as she sets him down. He slumps back into the house, and Annabeth sighs as she turns to Percy. “As for Daddy, he needs some rest.”

Percy squints at her, lips slightly apart and eyes half closed. “Daddy?” He repeats weakly, letting her carry most of his weight. He isn’t as muscular as his teammates, not by a long shot, and Annabeth does like to think of her hours in the gym pay off, but she nearly bucks under the pressure. “Didn’t know you were into kinks like that.” He flashes her a small smile. “That’s kind of dirty, Annabeth. Not judging you or anything, but-”

“Hey, Perce?” Annabeth asks. He looks down at her as she guides him down the passageway and straight to their room. “Shut up.” He smirks at her before frowning at the room they’ve finally got to.

“I think I’ll watch some TV. The Clippers are playing the Bulls, and-”

“Not today, Jackson.” Annabeth tells him drily. “I’ll get you my laptopto live stream, if you’d like, but you’re not leaving this bed under my watch.” She relents after he pouts at her, regretting it the second his expression grows smug.

“Someone seems to really want me in bed, eh, Mommy?” He teases, and Annabeth rolls her eyes.

“Do you want the laptop?”

“Yes. Is Mom here?” He asks, wondering who was watching Alec when they weren’t at home. Annabeth shakes her head.

“No, but Thals is. Do you want to talk to her while I get dinner fixed up for tonight?” She asks, sinking into the bed beside him, reaching over his face to brush the hair out of his eyes. Percy smiles softly at her.

“No, that’s okay. Can you get Alec to come in here, though? I never got to say hi to the little guy.” He shrugs, and Annabeth beams, because that would keep both of them busy long enough for her to figure out dinner, maybe some time alone with her best friend that she’s wanted for weeks together. She feels ridiculously selfish, but ever since Alec had been born and they got married, she’d found lesser and lesser time to spend with Thalia without having her family (whom she loved with all her heart, mind you) constantly intruding. She gives him a kiss on his cheek before walking out, calling for Alec.

She sees him curled up next to Thalia, who’s reading out a book that looks suspiciously like ome of Annabeth’s favorite textbooks from Yale for him. He jumps to his feet at the sound of her voice and blinks at her when she tells him to go play with his father.

“Daddy wants to play with me?” He asks, like he can’t believe it, and Annabeth feels terrible for a moment. “But I hurt him.” He says in a small voice.

“Sweetie, that was an accident. You mean the universe and more to Daddy, okay? And if you don’t play carefully with him, he’ll feel sad. You don’t want a sad Daddy, do you?”

Alec shakes his head at an inhuman rate before bouncing off happily into their room. She watches after him in amusement. She can’t imagine being something that small and young and still having all that energy. She lets out a sigh and plops down next to Thalia, who grins at her.

“TV?” She asks. Annabeth knows she should probably get to making dinner but she’s so tired, and Alec’s been asking for pizza for over a month that she’s been putting off, and there’s two people dependent on her and her boss has been really rough all week and it’s her first break in a long while and-

“TV.” She agrees, kicking her legs up.


Annabeth slips through the door as quietly as she can. Ever since Percy’s been staying home, he’s turned into an even lighter sleeper than her, and that’s saying something. She can hardly get out of bed to get a glass of water without waking him up with the creaking of their wooden floor. It’s a Friday night, and she’s ready to curl up in bed and sleep all the way to Sunday. The last few weeks have been hectic at work- She’s been given a really big project with a multinational, and it’s been driving her up a wall, trying to figure out what kind of a factory they’re looking to build, what with the CEO being so secretive about everything. That, along with Percy’s growing crabbiness of being cooped up at home and unable to do most things on his own is starting to take a toll on Annabeth. She hates that she doesn’t like it, but she lives with a man who’s in a constantly foul mood, and it’s grating on her nerves. She decides she’ll drive her boys down to Montauk this weekend as a surprise, but right now, she’s really wonering if she has the energy for the drive.

She hangs up her coat and bag and gets a glass of water before silently tiptoeing into her room. She worries that the creaking of the door might wake up Percy, but she realizes the lights are on, so she peeks in to find Alec lying comfortably on her husband’s chest, listening to him in fascination. Percy’s playing absently with the four year old’s dark hair and telling him what Annabeth thinks is a story. Neither of them seem to have noticed her at the door, and she isn’t above using it to be sneaky, so she strains her ears to hear his words.

“-And she told me she didn’t want to date me because I was sure to make a college team, and she’d only serve as a distraction.” He chuckles quietly, and Annabeth feels herself relax against the door. “For a smart woman, your mom sure is crazy. Don’t tell her I called her that.” She hears Alec’s delighted giggles.

“This can be a dude thing, Daddy!” He squeals. “And then she married you because I was borned?” He asks, and she hears Percy laugh quietly.

“Sounds about right.” She hears the smile in his voice.

“Do you fight because you don’t love each other, Daddy?” Alec’s voice is quiet, and Annabeth freezes. Yes, Percy does sometimes get on her nerves, and of course, they fight every now and then, but was it something so obvious that a four year old could notice? She feels her heart hammering against her chest as she waits for Percy’s response, irrational fear filling her up to a frenzy. She knows she shouldn’t; She loves him way too much- If he answers truthfully, and tells Alec he sees the marriage falling apart, she thinks she might die. She’s already come up with a million arguments to give them another shot- It’s just a phase, we can work through it, you’ll get better soon, this makes no sense. Her mind is reeling and she struggles to breathe. She peers into the room to see Percy smile at their son- A genuine one.

“Hey, pal. I happen to love your mother more than anyone else in the world. Except you, of course. We fight because sometimes, that’s how people tell each other they care.” He tells their son gently, and Annabeth has to take a breath to calm herself down. She doesn’t know why she’d have panicked like that, it was just a moment of weakness, she decides, and pushes the door open. Both of them look up at her with smiles so large, she could’ve been Santa Claus.

“You’re home!” Alec cries, and she beams at him, reaching over to give him a kiss on the forehead, leaning over Percy, who wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her to the bed.

“We were just talking about you.” He tells her, burying his head in her lap.

“You both were supposed to be asleep.” She says by way of greeting, voice still thick. “I thought I’d drive you two down to the beach tomorrow, but you’re clearly not going to be up in time-”

Alec is already at the door.

“I’m going to sleep now, Mommy! I’ll be up in time, I promise! Daddy, SLEEP!” He cries, and Annabeth pretends to contemplate it.

“Alright, maybe if you’re a really good boy, we can still make it.” She sighs after moments of deep thought, and Alec races off to his room. Percy looks up at her from her lap.

“You have to stop eavesdropping on dude talks.” Annabeth has a lot of arguments for that, but she sighs, still a little wound up about Alec’s question.

“I know.”

“I meant it, Annabeth.” He tells her seriously. “You are crazy.” She smacks him lightly across the head, and he cracks a grin. “And you’re my world. You can’t believe anything else, right?”

Annabeth swallows before bending down and pressing her lips to his. He reaches over to hold her head and neck, deepening the kiss. It’s lazy and passionate and tells him everything Annabeth can’t put to words.

I love you, it says. I love you, I love you, I love you.

His tongue playfully flicks at her lips, and she giggles against him. He guides her carefully so she somehow finds herself lying on top of him, and he plays with her hair absently.

“Montauk, huh?” He finally asks in between kisses, moving her so he has access to her jaw and neck.

“Yeah, if I don’t fall asleep at the wheel.” She manages as he moves lower down towards her chest. He’s managed to unbutton her shirt, and she struggles to roll off him. “Perce, you’re hurt.” She says softly. “I just want you to get better. I promise I won’t complain the day you can walk without any help.” She pulls away and gets to her feet, turning to her closet so she doesn’t have to look at the disappointment on his face. There’s a pause as she pulls off her bra and slips into a loose cami and some shorts. When she turns back around, Percy looks pensieve.

“You won’t complain.” He repeats thoughtfully. “So I can do anything?” He sends her a wolf-like grin, and she rolls her eyes, deciding it’s too late to eat her words, and clambers into the sheets with him. “I can have my way with you, and you can’t protest?”

“Percy, we’ve been together since we were sixteen.” She tells him. “You’ve ‘had your way with me’ for years.” She mocks playfully as he turns the lights out and wraps his arms around her, pulling her impossibly close to him.

“Are you kidding me?” He laughs. “There’s so many kinks I have that have gone unsatis-”

“I’ll have sex with you if you stop talking and go to sleep.” There’s a pause.

“Alec’s right. You do know how to get what you want.”

“Percy.” Annabeth warns. He doesn’t respond, only gives her a squeeze. She rests her head against his chest until his breathing relaxes.


Annabeth knows that Percy hates therapy, and will do nearly anything to get out of it. Lucky for her, she also knows exactly what to say to coax him in. He’s lying in bed with his arm covering his face and a grimace on his features, waving her away.

“I can’t go today. I’m sick.” He tells her, not even trying to be convincing. She glances at the watch on her wrist before letting out an irritated sigh.

“Percy, I’m going to be late for work. Let’s go.” She prods him. He stops wriggling and lowers his arm to glare at her, eyes hidden under his hair that’s gotten way too long. “You also need a hair cut. And I need you to get the groceries and pick up Alec from playschool.” She lists off her fingers. She only hears a groan in response.

“Don’t make me go.” He pleads, but she doesn’t stand for it.

“That’ll only be another year of sitting at home and not being able to play.” She points out. He gives her a dry look, but she knows she’s won because he slowly peels himself off the bed, getting to his feet and giving himself a stretch. She hears his muscles cracking and scowls, but he only winks at her in response before slipping into the bathroom. She checks her reflection in the mirror as she waits for him to come out- She’s all set to drop him off and head down to the firm.

“Alright, Fussy. Let’s go.” Percy yawns as he comes out, slipping on a green t-shirt over his shorts. She only scowls at him again before laving the room, not looking to see if he’s following.

She presses a kiss to his lips before he gets out of the car and watches him enter the building, feeling an odd senseof pride at how he’s managed to lose his limp. It’s been seven months, and he’s recovering steadily, and while he does sometimes cry out in pain while loading the washer-dryer, she thinks he’s doing a great job. He’s even got an interview scheduled next week about his comeback to the Knicks, which, according to his doctor, shouldn’t be too far away.

She thinks back to when they were in high school. He’d always told her the one real love in his life was the bright orange ball, and that it made him the person he was. Of course, that was before he’d told her she meant more to him than a stupid game and then kissed her, which is why she’d freaked out in the first place. She’d always known he’d go places, and the last thing she wanted was to get in his way. He’d laughed it off and called her silly, but it had only gotten worse when his grades started dropping even lower and the principal threatened to have him pulled off the team that he’d started taking her seriously.

They’d broken up for a couple of months, quite possibly the hardest months of her life in senior year at high school, and it was when James Miller asked her to prom that Percy had put his foot down, demanding she date him because there’s no way she’s going to prom with anyone else. It wasn’t a particularly romantic story- They’d been best friends who fell in love and stuck together ever since. She doesn’t even remember most of the ‘important’ details, like when he asked her out or when they had sex for the first time; it was just a blur in the past, and for someone who takes milestones in relationships very seriously, she can’t bring herself to care. Percy’s here to stay, she knows, because of the multiple times he’d made sure to tell her, and really, she can’t ask for more.

Apart from her son, Percy Jackson is the single most important person in the world, to Annabeth. She’d easily be willing to give up her dreams and her happiness and very possibly her life, if it meant Percy and Alec would be safe and happy. He’s given her a family, something she can always fall back on, and there’s nothing she can ever say or do to tell him how much that means to her.

She pulls into her usual slot at work, grabs her purse and is about to head inside when her phone buzzes. She looks down at the screen to read the text.

Why would you subject me to this? She swears she can hear Percy’s voice reading it out in her head. She tries to hide her smile as she gets to her cubicle, plopping down unceremoniously on the chair. Jason’s head pokes up from his cubicle.

“You’re happy.” He says, rolling out so she can see him. She shrugs.

“It’s a pleasant day.” She tells him. He doesn’t push.

“How’s Percy feeling? Piper was wanting to know if you guys could make lunch this Saturday.” Annabeth doesn’t hesitate to accept her partner and closest friend’s invitiation. Percy loves Piper and Jason, and she thinks it’ll be a nice idea for him to get out of the house to do something that isn’t chores or therapy. He grin at her before launching into his design ideas for a new biochemistry laboratory.

Annabeth likes working with Jason- They get along really well, seeing that they’re the youngest at work, being only two years out of college and employed in a very well reputated architectural firm. They’d started hanging out at office parties, but it was only when she’d invited him and his girlfriend over for dinner that she decided she really, really loved Jason Grace. They think along the same wavelengths, he doesn’t struggle to keep up with her, and he knows when to let her boss him around and when to put his foot down. They work as a great team, and were generally pretty open with each other regarding almost anything in their lives.

She’s sitting at his desk and going over the beam structure minutes before it’s time for them to leave when she gets a call from Percy.

“Where are you?” He demands, and she frowns.

“Percy, I’m at work. Is something wrong?” There’s a pause. She can hear Alec screaming in delight in the background.

“No. I took Alec to the park, and I miss you.” He tells her, and she softens.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be home in half an hour. Is tha alright with you?” She asks, and gets a long drawn sigh in response before the line goes blank.

It’s something Percy’s started to do a lot more often now- Call her when he gets bored and demand she come back because he’s bored. She imagines it’s hard to have to sit around all day and do nothing, but she doesn’t know how to help him. She looks back at Jason, who only gestures for her to leave with a smirk.

“Don’t keep our princess waiting.” He laughs, and she smacks him across the head while shrugging on her jacket.

“That’s sexist.” She informs him before grabbing her bag and leaving.


Sometimes she wonders how she ever got so lucky as to meet Percy Jackson, much less marry him. She’s sitting on the bench, watching him dribble the ball across the court, looking more relaxed than she’s seen him in a while. He’s got sweat dripping off his chin and little droplets of water in his hair, but his eyes are blazing as he weaves around the court, his coach constantly calling out orders.

“Take it easy, Jackson!” He barks as Percy jumps gracefully to shoot a basket. She can see how happy he is, but secretly, she does agree with the coach. He really shouldn’t be exerting himself.

He misses, and lets out a frustrated scream, and Annabeth flinches. He’s not anywhere close to being in shape for any of the matches this season. He wipes at his face before staring his routine all over again.

“You can’t expect to be in perfect condition.” The coach calls, but she isn’t even sure if he’s hearing any of the words. He’s solely focused on the ball, the court and the basket at the other end- She knows it because she knows Percy.

She watches him for three hours until she decides it’s time for a real break, and stands up. Immediately, Percy drops the ball, turning to look at her.

“Where are you going?” He calls, and she smiles at the coach before turning to him.

“We’re going home. That’s enough for today.” She gives him a pointed look. He’s about to argue, but seems to be contemplating it. She hardens her look, and silently thanks the gods when she hears his coach grunt,

“She’s right. Get some rest, Jackson.”

He relaxes slightly before heading into the showers. His coach turns to her.

“He’s pretty good.” He tells her quietly, like he’s afraid Percy might hear. “He might actually even make the cut, but he needs practice.”

“He’ll practice for as long as it’s a healthy amount.” Annabeth cuts him off. “He loves the sport, and the team- Enough to forget about himself. He’s not hurting himself again.” She states firmly, and the other man looks a little offended, but it slowly turns into an expression she thinks looks somewhat impressed.

“He’s lucky. To have a girl like you.” He tells her, and she smiles shyly at him, earlier defensiveness leaving her almost immediately. “I really am sorry about the accident.”

“What did happen, anyway? He’s never told me.” She pushes. She’d told herself she’d give him some space, not poke her nose where he doesn’t want her, but it’s just her curiosity that drives her crazy.

“Got tackled when he was dunking. Hit the floor. Hard.” The coach is a man of few words, she decides.

“Why do you think he didn’t tell me?” She wonders, more for the sake of conversation.

“He acted like a child, taking that shot. Probably embarrassed.” Okay, then, Annabeth thinks. No conversation today.

They wait for him to come out in silence. He puts his arm around her, beaming down and pressing a kiss to her temple.

“I’m feeling awesome.” He says, and she pats his arm.

“About damn time. Start driving the car, then- I’m sick of being your cabbie.” She teases, and Percy shrugs.

“I’ll drive us home.” He offers, and Annabeth pauses. She realizes that nursing Percy back to health is a lot like raising their little boy- There’s only so many things she can do for him. After that, it’s up to him to get to his own two feet. She takes a breath. It’s time for Percy to get his life back, even if she’s a little afraid of him getting hurt. He’s a responsible adult, she reminds himself.

“Sure, yeah.” She says.


They decide to both pick Alec up from his first day of school. He comes racing out with the largest smile she’s ever seen, and leaps right into his father’s arms. Percy lifts him right off the ground with ease, tossing him slightly up in the air before catching him. Alec giggles loudly.

“Daddy, let me down! I’m six now!” He wrestles against Percy’s grip until he’s back on his feet.

“How was school, Big Guy?” Percy holds out his hand for the boy to take.

“It was fun.” He shrugs, offering no more information. The two of them head back to the car, and Annabeth stays back to watch them for a moment.

Percy’s back on the team, and he’s been really busy the entire season. He even says that he plays better now than he used to. Alec’s started first grade- he goes to school. Two years ago, both of her boys were dependent on her, and now, they’re going off to school and to play the Celtics.

They’re both waving for her to catch up, and when she does, Percy wraps his arm around her waist and Alec holds her hand, and she realizes just how dependent she is on them. She scoops up her son so she can smother him in kisses, and feels Percy’s laughter against her shoulder.

She understands now how family really works-

They all need each other, and nobody lets anyone down.

Ah so

I was watching the ML Orgins again, and you know how Adrien just fricken, runs in the locker room and transforms haphazardly? Well I suppose i wanted to try my hand at new dynamics if Marinette ran in looking for Alya.


Why did she run? Why did this girl just run into danger?? But this was why Alya would make a better Ladybug! she didn’t care she wasn’t scared! She wouldn’t mess everything up- Marinette caught movement in the locker room and she hoped beyond hope that Alya forgot something. 

Don’t worry Tikki…. Marinette was going to make this right and give you to a proper girl who could do the job of Ladybug better then screw up Marinette. The noirette pushed through the door and paused at voices…. She carefully walked over to see Chloe’s friend the model smiling into the locker. 

“Plagg! Claws out!” ….. No way…… She watched as the boy changed much like she did but green, the magic flowed around him and he looked so much more entusiastic about it… remembering back.. he was so ready to save people- how was he the same boy who stuck gum on her seat? The now Chat Noir smiled at the transformation and turned… green cat eyes catching Marinette and the girl froze…..

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Lil Poth Fanfic

(I SAID I WAS GONNA WRITE A FANFIC ABOUT POTH AND I DID! HERE IT IS! Fun Fact: I wrote this during school, and prayed the kids next to my seat wouldn’t see I was writing about two gay skeleton lovechildren. Luckily, they didn’t, Thank Gods. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy it.
Goth belongs to @nekophy
Palette belongs to @angexci
Pj’s daycare belongs to @blogthegreatrouge
Aka all the people I look up to and think are better than me)

Goth sat on the couch, his chin in his hand, watching the children playing games and fighting. Normally, Goth would be helping out working with the children, but right now, he was beyond bored. Goth just sat there and watched the kids play. Currently, Horror appeared to be trying to rip a plush from Lust (who probably stole it so he could kiss it, the bastard), and was not giving up on it. It made Goth chuckle slightly.

“Hey, Goth!” An energetic voice called. Goth instantly knew it was Palette, his crush/friend/co-worker. Unfortunately, of all the types of crushes Palette could’ve been, he had to be the oblivious type. Just his luck. Palette plopped right next to him on the couch, a bit too close for comfort.

“H-Hey, Palette.” Goth greeted, trying to keep his cool. “Kid’s wore you out too?”

“Totally.” Palette admit, smiling. “I have no clue how they stay so energetic, when we tire out so easily.” Goth giggled.

The two sat there for a bit, chatting, mostly about Ink and Error’s ‘wedding.’ Goth made sure to keep on the lookout for Paperjam, who would no doubt give them a scolding for not doing their jobs.

“How long you think it’ll be ‘till one of them loses the ring pop?” Goth joked.

“Heh, I’d give it about a week.” Palette answered before yawning.

“Tired, eh?” Goth teased.

“No kiddin’, Sherlock.” Palette tried.

“Screw you, Watson.” Goth countered. This got a laugh out of both of them.

“Oh, hey, I got a story for ya.” Goth started. Goth and Palette tended to exchange funny jokes and stories they heard. “So this guy goes into the doctor’s, complaining of these bruise like marks on his arms. So the doctor’s give the guy an IV and start doing all kind of tests. Then, just as–” Goth was cut off by a sudden pressure felt on his shoulder.

Goth could feel his face get hotter, and he doesn’t even have skin. Palette had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Of course, of all places Palette could have fallen asleep it HAD to be on the shoulder of a guy who was hardcore crushing on him.

Goth looked for some way to get out of this, but there wasn’t any way to do so without using force, and Goth did not want to do something like that. Palette stirred slightly and went from laying on his shoulder to laying on his lap. Goth’s face was a purple as a grape. And worst of all, Bluescreen was just noticing what happened, and was just giving Goth the smuggest look. Goth was close to slapping that look off his skull.

But Goth couldn’t do that, because 1) He would have to get up and wake Palette, 2) He’d get a good scolding out of Paperjam, and 3) Palette wouldn’t be happy with him doing that.

Goth focused on the situation at hand, his crush falling asleep in his lap. He really wanted to get up, wake Palette, and pretend this had never happened. But at the same time, He loved it. He would stay here forever if he could. Just him and Palette, happy in the moment.

Goth wondered if he should wake Palette, or try to move, and get back to work. But Palette was tired, he couldn’t just let him be exhausted for such a selfish reason. Plus, Palette was a light sleeper. If he tried to move him, he would wake up.

Goth looked back up to Bluescreen, as if to ask for help. But noOOOOoOOoooo, Windows 10 over here had already left to break up Horror and Lust’s angry charade. Goth mentally cursed at Bluescreen.

Suddenly, Goth heard a giggle from under him. He looked down, and saw Cross, who was simply smiling smugly. Goth blushed a bit more and sighed. “Whaddya want?” He growled.

“Yoooouuu like him!” Cross teased. Goth SOMEHOW managed to blush more.

“N-No I don’t!” Goth tried to convince him, but his stutters and voicecrack gave it away. He mentally facepalmed himself. Cross laughed.

“Are you gonna wake him?” Cross asked, with genuine curiousity.

Goth sighed. “I don’t think I can.” He admit. “I-I-I mean, He’s been working all day, I don’t wanna–”

Speak. Of. The. Fucking. Devil.

Palette shot up quickly, accidentally clanking his teeth with Goth’s. Goth’s eyes widened and his face lit up purple. Palette quickly pulled away, his face also being covered in blush.

“Ah- I-I, Uh- S-Sorry!” Palette stuttered out. “I-I Didn’t me-mean to–” But Palette was cut off by Goth pulling him back into another kiss, making Palette squeak slightly.

Goth was surprised when he felt Palette start to kiss back. It was at that moment, Goth’s whole world lit up, and happiness filled his emotions, and he smiled through the kiss.

Cross just…Sorta….stood there…Awkwardly…

Though, as fate would have it, that was the same moment Bluescreen looked up back over to them. Bluescreen smiled widely, and was internally screaming because his #1 OTP just became canon.

Don’t worry, Bluescreen. Mine did too.

An Interesting night (Sherlock X Watson! Reader)

Word count: 3916

An interesting night


Imagine that your brother John Watson is getting married and has invited you and (Y/BF/N), your best friend, to the ceremony and the after party. You accidentally meet John’s friends including his very handsome best friend Sherlock Holmes while you wander around waiting for the wedding to start. During the after party you sit in the corner because you’re a wall flower unlike your best friend (Y/BF/N) who already has a dance partner. That is until you’re asked to dance by none other than Sherlock. 

Oh don’t you dare look back
Just keep your eyes on me
I said you’re holding back
He said shut up and dance with me
This man is my destiny
He said oh, oh, oh
Shut up and dance with me

You loved your big brother. You really did. What you hated about your current predicament was a list of things. First, you hated wearing dresses and would’ve much rather worn a T-shirt, yoga pants, your favorite Star Wars socks, and your Chuck Taylor converse. Never mind high heels. You wore your chucks anyway, even if it did look tacky with a dress. Second, you didn’t know most of the people that were going to be at the ceremony. A few faces were familiar like your parents, your cousins, (Y/BF/N), and John’s best friend who’s name still alluded you. Almost everyone else was going to be your in-laws. Third, you did not like nor trust Mary. You didn’t like how she acted so innocent and almost fake around you and John. For the sake of your older brother’s happiness though, you kept your mouth shut like a locked door. John meant the world to you and you always looked up to him. He was the reason you became a writer, especially after reading some of his amazing blogs. 

You were getting dressed along with a few of your cousins and a really nice girl that John had introduced to you. The girl was named Molly Hooper and she was a lot like you, quirky and quiet. According to John she ran the morgue at Saint Bart’s Hospital and at first you had a chill creep up your spine, but after actually talking to her and getting to know her it wasn’t so bad. In fact you really liked her. Molly had disappeared from the room when she had finished getting ready so you only assumed that she was probably wandering around talking to a few of the other guests that were arriving. You decided to follow suit after you finished getting your hair done because you really didn’t want to hear the sappy gossip that your cousins were going on about. You grabbed your small bouquet of flowers and began to wander the halls of the slowly filling church. 

“So can you dance Sherlock?” You heard Molly’s voice ask from one of the rooms. You were slightly nosy so you decided to peek around the slightly ajar door. You saw John’s best friend twirling rather elegantly in a circle, almost like a male version of a pirouette. You couldn’t help, but stare at the tall man dressed nicely in a dark tuxedo with a little yellow flower pinned to his chest. He was the best man after all. You gulped silently as you realized that he was going to be the one leading you down the aisle since you were the maid of honor (Not by choice might I add). He looked almost exactly as John had described him. On his head were dark and shaggy curls that bounced around when he moved ever so slightly, his eyes were a perfectly blue with flecks of green and gold, and he had very definite cheek bones. John had told you that his best friend was a rather interesting character and of course by reading his blog stories you could certainly tell. You had read about mysteries solved and unsolved, bullet holes in the wall from days where the word ‘BORED’ was shouted over gun fire, and the daily domestic escapades that belonged with living in a flat with such a flat mate. There was a small voice in your head that was trying to remember his name, but somehow you still couldn’t remember his name. You wanted to learn it, be able to say it so that you wouldn’t be so awkward when you two walked together down the aisle and then separated at your respected places. There was also that awkward part of you that wondered if you should go and talk to him now.

Suddenly you were brought out of your thoughts when you heard Molly. “Hey (Y/N)!” She said cheerfully from her spot next to John’s friend. You blushed as you realized that you had been caught watching them. “H-hey Molly” You said nervously and shyly as you entered the room. You noticed John’s friend studying you intently making you feel slightly uncomfortable. When Molly noticed this she jabbed the man in the side with her elbow. “Oi! What was that for Molly?” The man’s deep baritone voice asked with a slight bit of confusion in it. You blushed a bit darker because you found that you liked the sound of his voice. It was deep and smooth like silk, something you could listen to at night when you couldn’t sleep. “Sherlock you’re making John’s baby sister uncomfortable. (Y/N) this is your brother’s best friend Sherlock Holmes” Molly introduced causing Sherlock to raise his eyebrows in surprise for once. “Right, um… sorry about that… you’re (Y/N) Watson then?” Sherlock asked with a tiny crinkle of his lips, a gesture that looked like a ghostly smile. “Y-yes I am…Wow I didn’t know my brother was best friends with London’s best detective” You answered looking up into his eyes again and seeing a bit of curiosity in them. His smile grew just a little more and he held out his hand for you to shake. “It’s not important, but it’s nice to meet another Watson that doesn’t want to kill me” Sherlock said causing you to try and hold back your giggles because you remembered the time when your brother was told to punch Sherlock in the face. You gently took his hand and gave him a proper handshake. “It’s nice to finally meet you to Mr. Holmes, thank you for protecting my big brother” You answered honestly. Both of you were reluctant to let go of the other’s hand, but it was you that ended up having to.

The moment was ended when you heard (Y/BF/N) call you from the dressing room not far down the hallway. You rolled your eyes and gave your new friends an apologetic look. Sherlock raised a curious eyebrow towards the direction of the voice and then looked back at you. “Sorry guys I would love to continue to talk to you both, but apparently (Y/BF/N) needs my help with her dress. Um… see you later then Sherlock?” You asked with a little hope, yet you kinda already knew the answer. “Of course” Sherlock answered simply his smile fading back into its placid and serious look. You nodded and then took off towards the door. “Coming (Y/BF/N)!” You shouted before you completely disappeared out of view.

Molly smiled over at Sherlock as she stood back and watched the whole exchange between you and Sherlock. “She’s a nice girl eh?” Molly said as she walked back over to her friend. “I suppose so… she seemed that way. John always talks about her in a good light” Sherlock answered looking back over to Molly. “Well you know she’s a writer just like her brother” Molly said looking at where you’d once stood. “I could tell by how calloused her hands felt. She uses a pencil or a pen often instead of a computer, but she is also pretty good with a computer if you see the way her eyes look because you can tell they are tired from late nights on the computer. John told me that she’s a freelance journalist and she seems to have the adventurous streak that her brother always exhibits” Sherlock said quietly, his tone analytical once again. His blue eyes darted to the clock that rested just above the door and then back to Molly. “We need to be going Molly” He said as he walked towards the door. Molly rolled her eyes playfully and followed behind him. 

We were victims of the night 
The chemical, physical, kryptonite
Helpless to the bass and the fading light 
Oh we were bound to get together 
Bound to get together

He took my arm 
I don’t know how it happened 
We took the floor and he said,

You helped (Y/BF/N) get her dress on and then you started to fix her hair. “Always a bridesmaid and never the bride” She muttered as she sat in front of the mirror and began pinning up her (H/L), (H/C) hair. “You’ll get there one day (Y/BF/N) don’t worry” You said trying to be somewhat comforting. “Says the girl that got proposed to once and then turned the guy down” (Y/BF/N) retorted giving you a pout. “Excuse me for being smart and breaking up with a man that was a liar and a cheat” You growled tugging roughly on her hair in the process. “Ow! Ok so he wasn’t the best guy, but I know you. You deserve the best guy out there. My point that I was trying to make is that you were almost a bride” (Y/BF/N) said apologetically. “Agreed. I was going to be a bride. Anyway… so I got to meet the best man” You answered shyly and tried to push him out of your mind. “Oh you mean Sherlock Holmes? Yeah he’s a bit of a weirdo… he might be the type of guy for you if he can even fall in love” She said hopping out of her seat. “Don’t be mean, I’m sure he can love. He’s just like me and you a human being. Now c'mon we need to head to our places” You answered dragging your friend out of the dressing room. “Oh yeah I forgot he’s gotta take you down the aisle doesn’t he? Ha! I already ship it!” She laughed and walked ahead of you down the hall. “Please! I just met him and he’s my big brother’s best friend” You groaned and followed her reluctantly to the end of the Hallway. Before you could make another step towards the spot that you were supposed to stand at the front of the line, you felt butterflies rise from your chest. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, you didn’t want to be that one bridesmaid that screwed the whole thing up for everyone else in the wedding party. “C’mon (Y/N) you’ll be fine! You did beautifully at the rehearsal” (Y/BF/N) said giving you a confident smile. You weakly smiled back, but the butterflies still clung to your insides like no one’s business. You walked past your best friend as you made your way to the front and then turned to her. “Thanks (Y/BF/N)” You said silently and then glanced up at the clock.

You stood in the doorway of the large chapel looking out at all the guests that had arrived for the occasion. You felt your heart beating so fast that you were afraid that it might beat right out of your rib cage… probably the crowd. You hated crowds. You decided to busy yourself with looking at all the simple, yet still very beautiful decorations. You had to give it to your new sister in-law, she definitely had a great sense of style. You felt a familiar presence finally show up next to you and somehow he made you feel calm again. Sherlock’s presence made you feel like everything would be alright. You looked up at your walking partner, he seemed to be thinking about something and then his attention turned to your nervous brother who waited beneath the alter for his bride. In that moment you realized why he was your brother’s best friend. You smiled at your brother and inwardly you couldn’t believe that he was getting married. You then looked up at the beautiful crystal chandeliers as you yet again, tried to chase the butterflies out of your stomach. “Are you ready?” You heard his deep baritone voice ask you causing a few goosebumps to crawl up your spine. “Y-yeah I guess so… I’m just nervous I guess” You replied looking at the floor beneath your feet. “It’s normal. You’ll be fine and I firmly believe that” Sherlock said holding out his arm for you to take. “Thanks Sherlock. I…I hope this isn’t weird, but I kinda wish that I could’ve meet you sooner. John has told me a lot about your adventures that you two would have together” You said and shyly looped your arm with his. “All things happen in time, maybe this was the right time. Your brother has been such a great friend to me, even when I was anything less of a great friend in return. I know this might not really be the time or place to discuss this, but because your brother may not be available as much, I’m in need of a new writer around 221B” Sherlock said looking straight ahead and trying to mask his emotions with a serious façade. “Wait… are you asking…” You started sounding a bit confused. “Well yes I was wondering if you would care to take your brother’s place as my assistant” Sherlock said twitching his mouth up slightly. You thought about it for a minute silently, but secretly you had a hunch that you really didn’t have to think much. From what your brother had told you the adventure was crazy and they almost got killed multiple times, but it was definitely worth it. Much more exciting than sitting behind a desk and writing articles all day for random clients. “I’m sorry if I put you in an uncomfortable position…” You heard Sherlock say after a moment. You nodded and looked back up at him. “Um… no actually I would really enjoy that if you really want me to be your ‘blogger’ as John once put it” you replied with a small smile on your face. “Of course, I don’t know where I would be without my clever blogger by my side” He answered giving you a quick wink.  

Soon the wedding march began to play in the room and the crowd waited in anticipation for the wedding party to walk down the aisle. “Well then it’s show time” Sherlock said looking down at you and then back up at the altar. You nodded and tried to show a smile because you knew how fake one. As you walked with Sherlock you felt like you were floating on clouds. You didn’t feel clumsy at all and crowds around you seemed to disappear. You could see your brother standing there proudly and you couldn’t help it when your heart swelled just a little because he was happy. When you reached the end of the seemingly long aisle you both took one last glance at each other and then separated on your respected sides of the altar. Of course the line came in one by one and each couple looked more stunning then the last, each girl wore the same shade of yellow and each man wore a handsome tuxedo completed by a delicate flower. Finally the room grew completely quiet as the bride walked down the aisle with her father. You still didn’t feel right about this marriage, but she did honestly look pretty in her dress. You were just happy that everyone had finally reached the end of the aisle and nothing had gone wrong. Even the little ring bearer named Alfie and his sister the flower girl had done almost perfectly. The priest began to speak and then you zoned out because this was the part that you hated to hear, the part where your big brother would be giving his life to a stranger that you still didn’t trust.

Oh don’t you dare look back
Just keep your eyes on me
I said you’re holding back
He said shut up and dance with me
this man is my destiny
he said oh, oh, oh
shut up and dance with me

The music was pumping and the party was just getting into full swing. You still didn’t know most of the people in the crowd so you sat over in the corner and talked to Molly and (Y/BF/N) at a singles table. “I think that you should take up on his offer (Y/N), it’ll be so much better than the work you’ve been having. Think about it, that would be a place to stay and all the adventure that your little heart desires” (Y/BF/N) said trying to convince you to take up on Sherlock’s offer. “Y-yeah I mean the adventure would be fun and all… I just, I don’t know if John would be mad at me” You replied looking out at the couple dancing with each other in the crowd. You didn’t see Sherlock sadly, which made you wonder if he had left or if he was basically doing the same thing that you were at this moment. “Why would he be mad at you? I think he’d check up on you every once in a while, but I think that if he loves you like I know he does, then he’ll be happy that you got a job you enjoy” Molly said smiling warmly over at you. After that thought you really didn’t have to think any longer. You decided you wanted to be a part of the 221B family and help solve the world’s craziest mysteries. Now you just had to find Sherlock.

Soon your best friend had been asked to dance by another handsome fellow and Molly had been called to dance with Greg Lestrade, the chief inspector of Scotland Yard. You sighed and took a sip of your champagne. You stared out at all the twirling, laughing couples and wondered if you were ever going to find a partner to dance with. You were also looking for Sherlock because you still wanted to tell him that you had made up your mind.

Suddenly you had been tapped on the shoulder by a slender index finger and you turned around to face its owner. There Sherlock stood still in his handsome tuxedo from earlier. “I…Uh I noticed you were sitting alone over here and I was wondering if I could trouble you for a dance?” Sherlock asked a spark of hope shining in his bright blue eyes. “I was actually going to look for you Sherlock. I wanted to tell you that I would love to take the job as your assistant if you still want me” You answered shyly and gently took his out stretched hand. “Of course, I’m glad that you’ll be joining me. Be warned though, the things that we will do can be dangerous and I can’t always guarantee your safety” Sherlock said softly and slightly felt ashamed about some of the things that had just recently happened. “That’s why it’s an adventure isn’t it? You don’t have to always be safe to have a great story to tell. Anything is better than sitting behind a desk all day” You replied eagerly. There it was again a ghost of a smile on his lips as he led you out to the dance floor. Something told you that he was no longer as bad as John had once said he had been.  

A backless dress and some beat up sneaks
My discotheque, Romeo teenage dream
I felt in my chest as he looked at me
I knew were bound to be together, bound to be together

He took my arm
I don’t know how it happened
We took the floor and he said

Oh don’t you dare look back
just keep your eyes on me
I said you’re holding back
He said shut up and dance with me
This man is my destiny
He said oh, oh, oh
shut up and dance with me

You and Sherlock twirled together among the crowd of dancers and you cracked a real smile up at the strange detective who held you in his arms. You were having the time of your life. You spotted your brother and his new wife who had both come over to see you two dancing together. “Well I see you’ve finally met a good dance partner Sherlock, be careful with her eh? She’s my sister” John chuckled as he saw both of you swaying to the music. Sherlock smirked at him and nodded in agreement. “Don’t worry John she’s safe with me” Sherlock said to your brother over the noise of the crowd and the music. Soon the happy couple disappeared back into the crowd of wedding goers leaving you and Sherlock to dance to the ever changing music. Sherlock smiled a genuine smile down at you causing a small blush to dust your cheeks. “Do you want to dance in a bit of a quieter place?” Sherlock asked you trying to be loud enough to defeat the music. You nodded quickly and felt a wave of relief wash over you because the crowd had begun to make you uncomfortable and your ears began to ring because of the loud music that busted out of the stereos.

Deep in his eyes
I think I see the future
I realize this is my last chance
He took my arm
I don’t know how it happened
we took the floor and he said

The moon was full and shining in the night sky and it gave off a soft, but warm glow upon the small pagoda. Sherlock led you outside to the small covered pagoda so that you to could be in peace and not have to worry about the crazy, and drunken people that you would be sure to have to deal with later. The crickets hummed softly along with the gentle lights of the fireflies that danced into the night air. You couldn’t take the smile away from your face as you looked up at you tall, and quite attractive dance partner. “I’m glad that you considered my offer, it’ll be nice to have someone else around the flat again because I’m getting bored of talking to myself” Sherlock chuckled. That was first time that you heard him actually laugh and you could describe it as a beautiful sound. His voice was deep and so was his laughter. “Well I just hope I’m what you’re looking for. I’ve never done a crime report or anything close to this magnitude” You explained with a bit of a blush dusting your cheeks. “Well I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it. You’re brother always told me you were quite the clever one when you two were growing up. Anyway, welcome to Baker street Ms. (Y/N) Watson” Sherlock said with a smile. You smiled back and rested your head unconsciously on his shoulder as you two danced away into the night. A very interesting night indeed.

Don’t you dare look back
just keep your eyes on me
I said you’re holding back
He said shut up and dance with me
this man is my destiny
he said oh, oh, oh
shut up and dance with me

 ((I own absolutely nothing in this songfic imagine. BBC owns Sherlock and his friends. You own yourself. Walk The Moon owns “Shut up and dance”. I hope my Sherlock fans enjoy this little piece of work and one question? Should I post more imagines on here? 

fingers crossed

pairing: marcus flint x oliver wood

word count: 658

setting: canon verse, best friends au (or it could be canon, who knows, not us)

a/n: @pristineparkinson replied to your post: “okay but what if marcus and oliver were once best friends….

ha ha don’t do this to me :)))

my apologies beforehand because we all know what houses they’re in. part 2 // part 3

Oliver watches Marcus swoop low on his broomstick, bare feet skimming the long grass and he whoops as the Quaffle is tossed towards him. “Marcus! Marcus, come down.” 

Marcus obeys, even though he grumbles immediately in Oliver’s face the moment he lands. “What?” His mouth isn’t screwed up tight like when he’s angry though, so Oliver knows Marcus is just being a grump.

Oliver brandishes his hand towards Marcus’, who jumps back on instinct, then moves closer to look at the leather glove. Oliver wiggles his fingers. “Look what my mum bought me.”

“Cool.” Marcus says, grabbing Oliver’s hand and tugging him closer. The leather is warmed by the sun and Oliver’s palm is sweating within it, but it’s a new pair of Quidditch gloves and he’s just a little too excited to show them off.

Marcus gives Oliver back his hand after a couple of minutes of close inspection. “Do you think my mum would get me a pair? Since I’m starting Hogwarts this year and all.”

Oliver shrugs, and he feels the grin drooping down his face in spite of the new equipment. “Maybe. I dunno, you could ask.” 

He doesn’t like thinking about Hogwarts, not really - it means Marcus is going to be away for the whole year (a year!) and even though Marcus has promised he’ll bring stories and toads back by Christmas, the holidays seem far, far away. A minuscule point in the distant - insignificant, when Marcus is standing right in front of him. 

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Hello dears! I’m so very sorry it’s taken so long to publish this request. I swear all I do is work lately. I also found out that, between my two jobs, I’m probably going to be royally screwed in the upcoming two weeks and not have a moment to myself…so here’s another apology for the sure-to-be-long delay on the next request.

Now, that said, let’s get on with things, since…it is nearly half-past four in the morning where I am and I have to work again tomorrow. (What’s new, eh?)

I quote the request, by sassyshuckingshank:

“Hi I was wondering if you can do one where you are in love with Newt and Thomas is your twin. Thomas accidentally lets it slip that you love Newt and Gally uses it against you(blackmail)”

Now, I’m going to admit it here and now…I feel this isn’t one of my best. I’m not sure if it was simply that I haven’t had time to sit and write much of it, or if it’s that I was making circles in my head as to how to do it.

Therefore, I feel I should give you lot a disclaimer. I have, indeed, read the books (and I’m working on reading the prequel at the moment), so I know how the characters are depicted in both movie and book. That said, despite all the things I see about Gally, I don’t feel like he’s actually evil. I think he’s a bully, but I have a hard time picturing him actually blackmailing some girl for a crush she has. So I put my head to what would actually make him hate someone enough to blackmail them…and this is what came of it. I feel like some demure, quiet girl wouldn’t draw enough attention from Gally to make him hate her, even being Thomas’ twin, so…well, dear readers, you are excessively sassy and fierce in this story.

Again, I feel like this isn’t one of my best, and for that I apologize. Maybe one day down the road, when I’m short on requests and long on time, I will come back and redo it to my satisfaction, but I feel like I’ve made you lot wait long enough for this, and I really hope it’s better than I think it is.

(Seriously, guys, it’s four thirty in the morning. Please tell me if this is terrible. I could be delusional from sleep deprivation over the past few weeks.)

Anyway. On with the show!

“I swear to God, Thomas, if you don’t stop asking me questions, I’m going to shove this hoe up your ass so far we’ll find out if you have a brain.”

The words were growled, but loud enough to turn every head in the vicinity toward the voice. “You should do it anyway. Do him some good, (Name),” Those words were sour, spoken by a dark-haired boy with an ugly face.

“You and I both know that I have no issue with further deforming your nose, Gally. Back off.” (Name)’s voice was level, and almost dead-panned. “I have no patience to deal with both of you today.”

Gally stared at her for a long time, looking angrier than ever. She knew why, of course. He hated Thomas. Gally was a grumpy guy, anyway, if even sometimes outright an asshole…but Thomas, he hated, entirely. No exception, no real, valid reason…he just hated Thomas.

Unfortunately for Gally, (Name) was Thomas’ twin. And as much as she could fight with him, and get irritated with him, he was her brother, and she’d look after him. She’d come up just before Chuck—why the Creators split them, they’d never know—and she knew more about the place than her brother.

This prompted so many questions that (Name) was ready to staple his lips shut.

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anonymous asked:

Can I get a one shot, where George and Fred (eventually some other friends) are meeting the reader on the Hogwarts Express and then there are sitting in the same Cabin? George is totally in llove with her. Later he sees her sitting on the ravenclaw table in the great Hall and he asks Luna who she is etc. And he asks her to the yule ball? And the reader is very cheeky but interested in (?) george Sorry for the bad English. I am from germany. And I LOVE your Imagines. 💕

awwww, this is dedicated to you and I really hope you’re somewhat okay with how it turned out! x I might write a sequel to that one some time soon, but due to the busy times ahead, I only managed to come up with something rather short! really hope you like it cutie and thank you so much for reading xxx

Even though the Hogwarts Express was gradually increasing its speed, Fred and George Weasley still hadn’t found a compartment to sit down for the journey – usually, they were amongst their fellow Gryffindors, but this year, they had been split up a bit. Only Lee was with the twins, and as they could barely manage to squeeze through the small corridor of the train, they took their next chance to finally settle in one section that wasn’t packed with people. When George saw Luna Lovegood sitting in the very left corner with her eyes unwaveringly fixed on the book she was reading, he understood why merely two others were in the same compartment. He did like her, though; Ginny had told him a lot about her over the summer vacation and thus, he had to admit that he had changed his point of view. What made him stop for a second was someone else sitting opposite to Luna, though. She seemed to be a Ravenclaw as well; when she noticed George’s glimpse, she gave him a rather playful smile before looking down again. “What’s the matter, just walk on already, my legs are beginning to hurt from all this rubbish-“ – “Excuse me, Frederick, I am tremendously sorry to hear that you’re going through so much pain after some unbelievable 5 minutes of standing” George walked on, rolling his eyes, and sat down next to Luna. The girl opposite of him was smiling again as if appreciating his joke, but when he smirked back, she lowered her head – who was she? George remembered seeing her some time in the hallway, but he had never explicitly noticed her, as far as he could remember. “Oh, hello, George” – A bell-like voice was speaking to him, and when he turned around, he looked directly into Luna’s blue, round eyes. “I suppose all the compartments were full?” – “Yeah, they were” Fred threw in before George could answer – “First graders, I s’pose. But good finding one to sit down for a while. You don’t mind, do you?” – “No, of course not” Luna responded, whereupon her glimpse rested on Fred for a moment and she smiled. “Ginny has told me a lot about you two” she then continued, a smile tracing her face. While the twins waited for her to go on, she just quietly lowered her head again. Fred shrugged, grabbing a packet of sweets from his bag and opening it promptly. “Y’want some as well?” he suddenly asked the girl opposite of Luna. “Um, yes, sure- thank you, F-“ she said quite shyly; it seemed as if she wasn’t sure about whether it was Fred or George offering her sweets, but Fred understood and nodded. “It’s Fred, you’re right, just go ahead. People don’t even bother telling us apart sometimes” – “Thank you, Fred” – She grabbed a single sweet and fumbled on its wrapping – “Must be quite annoying, I s’pose, I’ll certainly try telling who’s who. Well, now it’s easy… that means that you’re George” She turned to him; he was quite fascinated when she looked into his eyes with her playful smirk. “Yes, yes” he smiled. They occasionally had a quick conversation here and there, but when George got off the train, he realized that he hadn’t asked for her name at all. He only remembered seeing her rushing through the heap of people at Hogsmeade, but he could have sworn that she had given him a quick glimpse as well.

For some reason, the girl from the compartment remained in the back of his head wherever George went; he was absolutely eager to find out more about her. Thus, he found himself looking at the Ravenclaw table quite a lot at dinner. Something about her was immensely magnificent to George, and when the tables slowly emptied, he decided to seize the chance and ask someone who was most likely to know who the girl was.

George drew nearer to Luna, not knowing how to approach her properly; she seemed absentminded once again and he didn’t know whether she would be noticing him or not. “Um, Luna?” – “Oh, sorry, George. Good to see you again. I’m not used to someone coming over” She smiled brightly at George. “Good seeing you too, Luna. Listen, not to be strange, but I was just wondering if you could… help me out” – “Is it about (Y/N)?” – “Come again?” – “Is it about (Y/N)? The pretty girl in the compartment. I know you gave her quite a lot of looks. You could feel it, actually. Do you want to talk about her?” Luna’s directness irritated George for a moment, but considering how Luna had avoided awkward ways of approaching the manner, he felt rather appreciative afterwards. “Yes, exactly. Hope I didn’t screw it up though if it was that obvious. Anyway, I never really see her in the hallway, and I thought you must know her quite well, so-“ – “Oh, don’t worry, George, I think nobody really thought about it too much. I just felt it. And I’m sure she will be fine with me giving you some information about her” – Luna smiled; her comprehension made him develop a huge liking for her at the moment. “Well, her name’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She’s your age, obviously. I like (Y/N), but we’re sadly not too close; I’m pretty sure things will change, though. I think she likes Quidditch… And I just remembered, she often spends her free time down by the lake; I’ve seen her taking walks quite a lot. I suggest you talk to her” – Again, Luna stared at George with her googly eyes, whereupon he hesitated for a moment. “Well, thanks so far for the information, Luna, but I don’t know if she even remembers me-“ – “Oh, don’t worry, George Weasley, I’m pretty sure she gave you quite a lot of glimpses as well” – And with these words, Luna got up, grabbed her books from the table and carelessly hopped away.  

It was irritating to George how he kept thinking about (Y/N) even weeks after their encounter in the train; whenever he saw her in the hallway, something about her fascinated him so much he couldn’t help but give her glimpses. She sometimes returned them – thus, George mostly thought about going up to her, but it surprised him to see how shy he was. Again, finding a good way to approach her seemed to be the hardest part. Although to his fortune, the Yule Ball had been announced – for George, there was only one person he truly desired to ask for this occasion.

He made his way down the soft grass with his bag over his shoulder, heading for the Black Lake. The wind was making him shiver in his sweater, but when he saw (Y/N) sitting alone by a tree, he could feel his ears reddening –now or never, he thought. Luna had been right, she did like some time off on her own – for a moment, George hesitated, but then he smoothly drew nearer; she seemed to have noticed him quite early since she turned around even before he had been in her eyesight. “Oh, hello. I heard your footsteps, people never really come here” – “Not everyone’s too fond of nature nowadays, I s’pose. Nice place it is, though. Would you mind if I join you?” – “Of course not, George” – (Y/N) blushed heavily when she said his name; they hadn’t had a direct conversation before, but it delighted him that she nevertheless knew his name, and most of all, that she could tell that he was George. “Been practicing?” he joked, whereupon she chuckled shyly. “I dedicate my whole life to the art of telling the difference between you two” she countered. George liked her wit, and now, he could feel something tingling in his chest. “I’ve been told worse things, (Y/N)” – “Wait, you know my name?” – “Obviously” (Y/N) smirked slightly at George’s playful answer, but she did seem surprised, if not even delighted. “How come?” she wanted to know. “Well, I have my sources” – “Ah, right. Hope these sources haven’t given you too much extra information, then” George smirked, looking into (Y/N)’s (Y/e/c) eyes. “What, you mean like the fact that you have a huge crush on good ol’ Snape?” – “Stop it, George” she chuckled while she put on a disgusted expression for a moment, but then she smiled at him again. A breeze was tousling her hair slightly as their eyes met, and they both remained silent. “No love story with Snapey? How tragic. Does that mean you don’t have a partner for the Yule Ball yet?” – “Very smooth, I must admit” – “Eh, that was a pretty nice transition, if you ask me!” – “Of course, George. But to answer your question: No, I don’t” Before George could reply, their eyes had met again, and it surprised him slightly to see her smirking cheekily. “Would you like to go with me, George?” She had actually asked him out of free will; she seemed incredibly pleased about being the one to ask. “Of course, yes- I’d love to, (Y/N). I’ve actually been wanting to talk to you for quite a while-“ – “I know, George, I felt the same. All my friends kept urging me to talk to you. I’m glad you came here today. And, about your sources… I guess you talked to Luna?” George blushed slightly, but he felt relieved to hear those words coming from her mouth. “Yes, it was Luna. I s’pose I had developed a certain liking for you right from the start, could’ve punched myself for not asking who you are” – “You’re pretty lucky I felt the same. Except that I knew your name, of course” Both smirked at each other, and it was then that their gazes became deeper until (Y/N) found herself leaning forward slightly, her eyes almost shut. When she felt a pair of lips pressing against hers, she couldn’t quite comprehend, but it just happened, and thus, she let it be. Both would have never imagined to kiss the other one on this very day – nevertheless, they felt like they had secretly been waiting for it ever since they had first met each other.