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Mating Season: Chapter 5!

OMG I FINALLY FINISHED!!! 7500 words but I had to get this all done to stay on the chapter plan. I’m sorry about the long read, hope you guys like it! Please let me know what you think!!!

Alex is racing to get to Mon-El and Kara to turn on the Red Sun lamps, before Mon-El breaks through the glass divider and gets to Kara. Will she get there in time?

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10581741/chapters/23896854

Tagging my partner in crime and this fic: @contygold86 !

Thanks for all the ongoing support for this fic, everyone! Your comments and love are keeping me motivated to push through and finish and then… to hopefully write a sequel!?!? (more on that later).

if you’ve got a bunch of teenagers in space w no access to media they are going to start making their own entertainment so i think that we need to discuss team voltron memes

  • “where’s [insert team member here]?” “i mean… *looks out window at the stars, shrugs* space, probably”
  • they keep a tally of every time lance gets rejected by someone and use it to shut him up when he’s getting annoying
    • “okay i’m gonna stop you there, 37 strike outs”
  • whenever an alien does something particularly weird pidge loudly hums the x-files theme
  • lance will do random trust falls “for team bonding.” everyone lets him fall on his ass but shiro
  • drawing mustaches on random objects and talking to them as if they’re coran
  • for like two weeks lance refers to keith exclusively through pop culture references
    • “hey where’s older, angrier Nico Di Angelo?”
    • “scarless Zuko is in position”
    • “ayo young Billy Ray Cyrus come spar with me” 
  • loud acapella renditions of The Circle of Life during training sessions
  • hunk the Hunk™
  • calling shiro dad but only in the context of petty arguments (“daaaaaad, lance won’t stop touching my stuff”)
  • *points at something pidge is tinkering with* “is that a calculator”
  • constant shitting on the castle’s defenses
    • “after that fight, I think I need a drink, and it better be stronger than that particle barrier”
  • there’s a month long campaign to catch shiro in the middle of his morning routine to solve the mystery of whether or not he uses eyeliner. but they can never catch him getting up in the morning?? like one time they pull an all nighter and hide in his bathroom and somehow?? he still evades them???
  • whenever allura enters the room lance yells “everyone act casual” and they all strike ridiculous poses
  • *lance gets into a Situation and asks keith for help* “I’m sorry I… can’t hear you…. I think the connection’s…… breaking up…………”
  • exaggeratingly censoring themselves in front of pidge
    • “oh biscuits and jam I am so darn steamed right now!” “lance shut the fuck up”

anonymous asked:

what are your favourite 'looks' on jungkook? feel free to provide photo support ;)

i love every look on jeon lmao whatever he does makes me lose my shit anyways but i’ll give you my faves!!!!! 

btw this is going to be a long fucking ride 

denim jackets on any man look good,,,, but denim jackets on jungkook oh boy that’s some next level pain  

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RFA reacts to MC’s phone breaking and she can’t get on the chat.

Worse - IT DIES RIGHT AS SHE’S ABOUT TO MESSAGE THEM

SO IT TELLS THEM THAT READ THEIR MESSAGE AND DIDN’T REPLY. 

Yoosung

  • Yoosung doesn’t worry about it too much at first. 
  • He just gets absorbed into LOLOL again so that’s all he’s thinking about. 
  • Until hOURS LATER.
  • WHAT TIME IS IT?? AND MC STILL HASN’T MESSAGED HIM BACK??
  • Starts to seriously get worried. 
  • Rapid fire spams her phone with messages, pretty much close to tears.
  • Did he do something wrong?? Is MC okay??
  • Can’t go to class, he’s so worried Not that he would’ve gone anyways.
  • So relieved when she finally messages him back, although he feels a little silly for overreacting.
  • Never tells her just how bad his overreaction got.

Zen

  • He was so proud of the selfie he sent her. He looked gooood  ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ – ✧
  • Wasn’t too worried about her not replying immediately. She was probably just so blown away that she was speechless. 
  • After awhile, though, he starts to feel a little bit hurt. 
  • He didn’t think she was annoyed by his selfies…but maybe she was?
  • Starts to feel bad about all the selfies he’s swamped her with. He should’ve toned it down…
  • Can’t focus on his acting practice. Can’t remember his lines and starts to get annoyed with how much he has to look at himself. 
  • MC probably thought his picture was annoying so now it’s annoying him too. 
  • Finally, a couple days later, MC sends him a selfie of herself and her new phone, explaining everything. 
  • aW SWEET SHE DOES LOVE HIS SELFIES YAY  ♥
  • Sends her another one of him totallynotfreakingoutatall
  • Hewaschillthewholetimewhatareyoutalkingabout.

Jaeheee

  • Can barely reply to messages herself thanks to how much work she has Thanks Jumin
  • So when MC sees her message and doesn’t reply, she’s not too worried about it. 
  • She’s probs busy and Jaehee 100% understands. 
  • But after a couple of days, she’s worried MC’s hurt, not busy. 
  • Starts asking around the RFA to see if anyone else has heard from her, no dice. 
  • Keeps working so she doesn’t worry, but can’t work as proficiently as usual because she can’t shake off the worrying. 
  • Remain calm Jaehee. She’s probably okay. Don’t freak out. 
  • But what if she’s not?? She wants to help her but she doesn’t want to overreact…
  • Right as she’s about to call the police or the hospital, MC messages her on her new phone and apologizes for worrying her. 
  • Won’t admit she might’ve overreacted a little, but sets aside time away from work so they can go for an extra long coffee break. 
  • So relieved her bae’s okay ♥

Jumin

  • Immediate possessive-panic mode. 
  • She read it and just…left?? What even?? Did he just lose her??
  • Not even a day later, he’s convinced she’s dead. Or seriously injured. 
  • CRUSHED that he couldn’t convince her to stay by his side where it was safe. 
  • No work that day. Nope. Gotta worry about MC Sorry Jaehee…
  • 1000% ready to start a nation-wide search like he did for Elizabeth the 3rd. Ads on all the websites. Commercials on television. Calling everyone he could. He didn’t care, he just wanted his MC. 
  • Jaehee only convinces him against it when she gets MC’s address (Other than Rika’s apartment) from 707 so he can go visit her himself. 
  • Doesn’t even feel silly when MC explains what happened, just INCREDIBLY relieved. MC’s pretty embarrassed, tho. 
  • Buys her the nicest phone possible and the most protective case he can find so it doesn’t break again. 
  • Treats her to a nice dinner that night, glad to see she was okay.
  • MC turns off the read receipts, though (´・_・`)

707

  • Sent MC another reeeally lame joke. Maybe even a pun. He wasn’t surprised that she didn’t respond. 
  • Tries to lighten the mood with another joke. But now she’s not reading that one??
  • Was his first joke really do bad to start ignoring him? Probably but still.
  • Finally hacks into the CCTV, just to check on her. Sees the broken phone and understands everything. 
  • Sends her a new one, along with a kitty cat case (◕ ワ ◕✿)
  • But the phone wasn’t without a few…alterations 
  • He makes sure it’s got a lot of storage and even some good graphics if she wants to play some mobile games Like Mystic Messenger, but that’s not all. 
  • ALWAYS autocorrects 707 to “707, DEFENDER OF JUSTICE!!!” no matter what. Although MC starts just calling him 7 to get around this. 
  • Changes all her contacts to “It’s a mystery~ (・o・)
  • But the most important thing is that he basically gives it NOKIA level sturdiness. Just to make sure it doesn’t break again  ♥
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A— Arguments:

When Barry’s angry he tends to shut everyone around him out. After a squabble with you, he’d storm out to clear his mind, allowing both of you a good amount of time to calm down before he returns and you two can actually talk things through.

We all also know that Barry is a crier so it’s highly possible that he would break down into tears when either he or you try to apologize. But the night would definitely end with some I’m sorry cuddles or some makeup sex.

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Most of the intelligence community doesn’t believe he exists.
 

Under the Bleachers (Reggie Mantle x Blossom Reader)

REQUEST: So I requesting something before but I wanted to request something again because I like your writing. So you’re the blossoms younger sister and dating Reggie and he’s normally really sweet to you but when you see him being an ass to others you break it off with him but he tries to win you back or something like that?

WORD COUNT: 1314

WARNINGS: NONE

A/N: Hey, sorry I haven’t posted in a while but here is my first Reggie Mantle fic. Hope you like it :) I did change it a little just because it would have been a really long imagine and it just didn’t seem to flow that way. Hope it’s good anyway!



Being a Blossom wasn’t as easy as everyone believed. You had crazy parents, older twin siblings who excluded you from most thing, you had a reputation and expectations that had been placed on your head the moment you were born that you had to keep up or other face the consequences from your parents and even your siblings. But even through this you found happiness. You found Reggie Mantle.

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Lonely Blue Boy

ive been reading Hamlet in class, which is a really epic tragedy where everyone dies, and i thought of some langst stuff bc why not? So i decided to share my pain with you all! Hope you enjoy!(or not cuz ur hearts can break like mine) OHH and the name for this AU??, iguess, is caled “Lonely Blue Boy.”

*NOTE* i think this is going to be in parts cuz this is already long af and the dying part will come out later?? ii guess. 

*NOTE* Mhhhhh idk if i like it alot but i guess…. it was really hard for me to write it so bear with me!

  • Lance didn’t know, didn’t understand, didn’t comprehend how it had happened. He did however, understand that one moment everyone was fighting together. He understood that Keith was recklessly going into fights slashing and cutting every Galra in his way with Shiro calmly protecting him from any attacks that Keith wasn’t able to see. And Pidge, Pidge was sliding between Galra and electrocuting any who crossed their path with Hunk right behind them throwing off anyone who tried to go behind Pidge. And Lance? Lance was far away, but not too far, up in a tree, shooting anyone who dared get behind his team. He understood that he had to keep shooting and aiming and shooting and not paying attention to anything else. (bc who else could have their backs except their sharpshooter?) 
  • Which is why he didn’t understand how he ended up on the ground with his lungs struggling to breath and his ears ringing and his eyesight spotted and his whole body in pain. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t get up or why he couldn’t feel his leg. What had happened? He wasn’t able to hear. Why couldn’t he hear? Why did his throat hurt so much? Why couldn’t he feel his leg? Where were the others? What had happened? 
  • Lance was in a state between being conscious and unconscious. He tried so hard to stay awake but would succumb to the darkness. He couldn’t hear or see. He couldn’t move. He didn’t know what was happening around him. Where was Hunk? Why wasn’t he here? Why weren’t the others coming over? Didn’t they see that Lance was hurt? He didn’t know how long it had been since he fell. Was it minutes or hours? Did they forget about him? God, he hoped not, he thought as he passed out.
  • He woke up throwing up. He threw up until there was nothing else to throw up. After finishing his deed, he looked around and decided that the best thing to do was to drag himself up to a tree. Bad idea. As soon as he started to move, his head spinned and his eyesight got spotted. But he really needed to sit against a tree. Needed to see what was around him. Needed to see how injured he was. So slowly but surely he made his way to the neared the tree. It would have been much more easier if he could walk but at the moment he was sure that was not possible. After a few agonizing seconds, or minutes, Lance was leaning up against a tree. 
  • And god, was he in really bad shape. His leg. Dios Mio. His leg. Was his leg ever this flexible? Twisted at a totally not safe angle, his leg had a cut running from his mid thigh all the way to his lower calf. That was definitely the worst part of his injuries. Yeah he had other minor ones, including a concussion,maybe, but they weren’t nearly as bad as his leg. Lance tried his best to patch up his leg but just slightly touching it made him scream. Through the pain, Lance managed to somewhat patch up his leg to stop the bleeding. Once he was done, he passed out again. 
  • This time he woke up delirious and in pain. How long had it been? Hours? Days? Lance had waited. He waited and waited and waited. And while he waited, he noticed that the ringing in his ears had stopped. The ringing had stopped but it was eerily quiet around him. He still couldn’t hear. Were his eardrums busted? Or did he hit head too hard? He looked down to the patch on his leg and found it already covered in blood. He felt sick again. Where was everyone? What had happened? Were they okay? He was about to pass out again when he saw something from the corner of his eyes. He weakly scrambled for his bayard but the pain made it hard for him. So he resigned and looked up at the approaching figures. 
  • Allura and Coran. They were here. They came for him. But was it too late? Lance couldn’t hear what they were saying and could barely make out their faces. It hurt, alot. Everything hurt. All Lance wanted was to close his eyes. So he did. 
Breaking... Ch. 1

A/N: So this is my first fan fiction! I’m really excited to show it to anyone who’s willing to read it! I’d really like to thank @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit for giving me the the confidence to write this, thank you so much! Anyway This fic is going to be a series and honestly I’m still not entirely sure what ships I want to use so I guess it’ll be a surprise for everyone XD Ok I’ve rambled long enough, I hope you all enjoy :D

Word count: 3,894

Warnings: Gun use, blood, cursing (Sorry not sorry)


Breaking Laws

             You walked down the street with your close friend Anna. It was dark outside, the air surrounding you was thick and hot. Extreme weather in New York was never really nice for anyone but to you it wasn’t unpleasant. Anna couldn’t say the same however since she was wearing dark jeans and a T-shirt while you were sporting shorts and a tank top. Earlier in the day you had taken off your flannel and tied it to your waist–it was almost ninety degrees at that point and cotton was no friend to you. Anna continued to try and change the subject by complaining about the heat but you were being stubborn. “I swear on my life Anna, if you listen to this you will not be disappointed!” You exclaimed.

“I know you’re super, mega, ultra-obsessed with this play thing but we’ve talked about this hon. It’s just not my thing.” You pouted slightly at her answer.

“It’s not a play thing… It’s a fantastic representation of our history that is showcased in a hip-hop and rap music styling format…” She chuckled at your over exaggerated sadness and gave you a little shove.

“Ok I’ll make a deal with you, I’ll listen to three songs, whichever ones you want, if you help me with Algebra 3. That number junk just flies right over my head with Mrs.Gepson gone!” You couldn’t help but squeal slightly and happily agreed to the terms. You silently thanked the universe for core math classes and for the University’s uncanny habit of finding underwhelming substitute professors. The two of you continued to walk down the street and laugh at your own commentary on the way to your apartment building. The laughter didn’t last long though, you felt like you were being watched, you were still about 10 minutes away from your destination when Anna nudged your arm and whispered. “Do not turn around. This guy behind us has been on our tail for the last 3 blocks.” Her words were quiet but they were sharp and she looked like she was ready to pounce at any moment.

             Both of you instantly picked up the pace, not running but just walking with more vigor and purpose than before. The man behind us matched our pace, no he was actually catching up to us pretty fast. You turned your head as we started to run and saw him pull something out of his hoodie. Is that a gun? He yelled out to us, making us stop in our tracks, the intent of his words catching up quicker than he was.

“Stop running before I do something undesierable.” His voice was deep and coarse, like he’s been screaming all day. We both look at each other, out of breath and tired from the adrenaline high we just experienced. Putting our hands up in the air we slowly turned around, not wanting him to try and shoot at us. He was about seven feet away from us at this point and still making small steps toward us as he spoke once more.

“Empty your pockets.” He ordered. We did as he asked, dropping our phones to the ground first we reached into our pockets and pulled out all the money we had on us. Anna had a twenty and three ones, you had three tens and a five on you. Looking at the money on the ground the man scoffed.

“You little girls shitting me right now? No way in hell that’s all you’ve got!” His voice sent chills up my spine, Anna was the first to speak up to him.

“That really is all we have… We just came back from friend’s and we weren’t exactly planning on going to Tiffany’s today…” Her tone was a combination of anger and fear; it was certainly not one you’ve ever heard her use before. The man gripped the gun tighter, a low growl erupting from his throat. Quickly he shifted the gun’s position toward Anna, her eyes widened and her voice got caught in her throat.

“Excuse me?! Wanna say that again?” He yelled. You couldn’t even think about what you were doing before you side-stepped in front of her, the gun now directly aimed at you. Forcing yourself to speak, you voice cracked slightly from the storm of emotions mulling in your body.

“Let’s try and be rational here… Just lower the gun, we don’t need to be too drastic right?” He didn’t seem to care about keeping a level head in the situation. His gaze never left you as he stepped closer once more, the muzzle of the gun only about two feet away from you.

“I’ll lower the damn gun when you give me the rest that you have!” He bellowed, his eyes unwavering, they were such a cold shade of blue. They felt like they were stabbing you by just looking at you. You kept your voice low but you knew he would hear you, there was no other way to do this.

“Anna run. Don’t look back, just keep running. I’ll take care of this.” She tried to refuse, she really did. But you both knew that if she stayed there wouldn’t be any chance of either of you getting away. She began to take a few steps backwards before turning around into a complete sprint. You could see the anger pulsating in his eyes, there wasn’t even a moment of hesitation before he pulled the trigger.

             It was an odd sensation; you could feel the pressure in the air that pushed towards you as the bullet exited the chamber. You could feel the blunt puncturing of your skin as the round bullet burrowed into your skin, on the right side of your forehead. You could feel your skull crack from the contact. Everything was painful, it was burning and reverberating. You heard a scream and then you felt yourself falling, but you didn’t hit the concrete of the dirty city street like you expected to. No, you kept falling, at first there was no color, just white, moving white. Everything looked like silk, swirling and twisting around your body. But the soft tangles of the silk soon turned to the same intense shade of blue that that man held in his stare. Everything turned into electricity—you watched as your hair started to frizz out into a halo around your head—but you couldn’t feel anything. You were numb as your eyes finally shut.

             You felt your eyes burn as sun shined onto your eyelids. With a soft groan you shifted over slightly, the ground was hard and warm. God my head is killing me. As you sat up every muscle in your body seemed to screech. Reaching up you touched the side of your forehead and winced, feeling a sudden sting wave through your brain. You finally opened your eyes and looked down at your hand, watching as the blood slid across your fingers and into your palm. Blood glided down your cheek and some small droplets clotted in your eyebrow. Your head felt like it was about to explode as the memories rushed back to you. The man, the gun, the scream. Your hand instantly went back to the spot on your head where the blood was coming from, there wasn’t any hole or anything. What the hell is going on? Looking up you saw that you were sitting under a lamp post. A dirt path stretched out underneath your body, making your legs dirty. Hooking your arm around the lamp post you used it to help you stand up, you gripped it tightly as your mind suddenly felt clouded. It was incredibly bright outside so you had to squint to look down the paths. In the distance you could make out what seemed to be a yellow house.

             Only the sound of the dirt shifting under your weight kept you awake long enough to approach the building, it seemed to grow in size the closer you came to it. Your eyes fluttered open and shut, your mind wanting nothing more than to shut down. Staggering up the solid steps your legs gave out, you had to use your arms to pull yourself to the door. Your breath was short and sharp, your chest felt like it was going to collapse. Hell, your entire body seemed to feel like it was being pulled apart in every direction possible. With a clenched and bloody fist you banged on the wooden door as hard as you could. You’re almost there Y/N, just stay awake. Your body slumped over as the door opened, your eyes focused on the off white fabric that now stood where the door once was. It was a woman, she knelt down beside you and her voice was laced with concern.

“Dear Lord, child are you alright?” Your eyelids slammed down into each other once more as another wave of pain crashed into you.

“Help me, help…” And suddenly you were out once more.

             The second time you woke up was much more pleasant, at the very least it wasn’t painful. Instead of hard dirt you were laying on some sort of cushion, it was so soft it almost seemed like it was a giant throw pillow. You opened your eyes and saw the woman from earlier stare back at you. This time around you could actually make out the details of her face. Her skin had an olive like coloring to it, very faint laugh lines crossed past her green eyes, a few long strands of brown hair fell out from under the white handkerchief that was wrapped around her head.

“I see that you are finally awake, child.” Her voice was soft. Child? She couldn’t be that much older than me.

“Hello.” Your voice felt a little strained but managed to at least say that. She smiled at you.

“If you are feeling well enough to stand I would like to ask you allow me to help you dress.” You nodded and slowly pushed yourself up from the bed you had been laying on.

“May I ask what your name is Miss?”

“Y/N L/N, what’s your name?” You finally took notice of what she was wearing. The long white fabric had a few red stains on it, that was probably from you. But that wasn’t what was so surprising, it was just the style of it that looked odd to you. The skirt flowed down and brushed against the floor, the top almost looked like it was in two pieces. As she turned around you could see the lacing in the back, it was almost like a corset but nowhere near as tight as the models you’ve seen. Not only that but it looks like it’s made of fabric, not metal or anything like that. She cocked her head to the side as she picked up some things in front of her.

“Rachel, Rachel Spencer.”

“That’s a really pretty name… So um Rachel, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course Miss L/N, what’s your question?” She turned back towards you, holding a small pile of cloth in her arms.

“Where exactly am I?” You questioned. She looked at you incredulously.

“Oh dear, you’re in New York.” She smiled at the words.

“No, I get that, I’m from New York. I mean where am I, like why am I not in a hospital?” She seemed to be even more confused than she was before.

“A hospital? Do you mean for all that blood? Don’t worry Miss L/N it was only a bruise when I washed away the blood.”

“Then… What exactly is this place?” You asked as your gaze slid across the room you were in; it was small but it felt homely.

“Why Miss L/N, you’re standing in the Hamilton residence, to be more specific you’re in my living quarters.” Before you could actually question her more about the matter she set the pile down on the bed behind you and clapped her hands together.

“Now please undress so that I can help you into some more proper clothes. I know what I have isn’t very nice but it’ll at least cover you up.” Your eyes widened at her words.

“Undress?”

“Yes, why is that- Oh I see, you must be shy. Very well, I’ll turn around as you undress and you put the shift on. I shall turn back around and help you with the other pieces once you are done.” She had already taken a step back and turned around before you could protest. Heaving a sigh, you made quick work of getting out of your shorts and tank before examining the cloth on the very top of the pile. Not much different than a really long night dress I suppose. You pulled the material over your head, luckily it wasn’t that off in size.

“Okay, you can turn back around now Rachel.” You were still really confused about what was happening. Where were you exactly? Some sort of colonial reenactment? Or perhaps somehow you got dropped off into some Amish territory? That would actually explain why they didn’t call for an ambulance. Rachel turned back around to you and quickly put the rest of the pieces on you. The two of you looked very similar now in terms of clothing, the only really noticeable difference was that her bodice was white and yours was blue. Suddenly the actions of this woman were flooding over you. She helped you, cleaned you up and now was helping you to blend in. The world always needs kindness like hers.

“Thank you so much Rachel, I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t had helped me when you did.” You spoke like a child thanking a parent for teaching them how to tie their shoes. Speaking of shoes, Rachel had just pulled out a pair of dark boots and was motioning for you to sit so she could help you put them on.

“No need to thank me child, if there was anyone you should be thanking it would be Lady Betsy. She heard me cry out and came to see what all the commotion was about and found you lying in my arms. She truly is the kindest woman I have ever met; the moment her eyes fell on you she ran around trying to find anything that might help you.” A soft smile graced her lips as she spoke, all the while she was sliding and buttoning the shoes to your feet.

“She must be amazing judging by how much you praise her.” You stood up once she was done and silently thanked her for the help.

“She is, now come with me. Lady Betsy would actually like to speak with you.” She hopped up off the ground a led you outside the room. The corridors she led you down were narrow and plain at first but the further you traversed the wider they became. Before you knew it you were walking down grandiose white walls with gold embellishing the linings. Eventually the two of you stopped in front of a pair of double doors and Rachel gave one small knock.

“Come in.” A woman’s voice called from inside. Rachel opened the doors escorted you inside the room. The walls were lined with bookshelves; it was almost like a personal library. There was a large wooden desk at the end of the room, someone was standing in front of it. From the back all you could see was a big, blue gown with white and gold accents, part of her long, dark hair was pulled back but the rest spilled down flat against her back. She finally turned around and faced the two of us, her eyes were dark and gentle as she smiled worriedly at us.

“Hello dear, I’m glad to see that you are finally awake. You gave us all quite a fright when you showed up the way you did.” The woman spoke softly, at this point you were able to guess that this must be Betsy.

“Hello Mrs. Hamilton, forgive me for interrupting you but I would like to introduce you to our unexpected guest.” Rachel said as she gave a small curtsey, she then motioned for you to take a step closer. You did so and followed Rachel’s example by curtseying as well.

“Hi, um, sorry for showing up the way I did… My name is Y/N, nice to meet you.” She furrowed her eyebrows for a moment.

“No need to apologize Miss Y/N, I am Elizabeth Hamilton, but most people call me Eliza.” Eliza Hamilton, isn’t that ironic. You smiled up at her, she actually oddly looked familiar.

“Thank you for all of your help, Eliza. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you and Rachel hadn’t helped me when you did.”

“It is no trouble, dear. If you do not mind I would like to talk with you more on your situation once my husband returns.” She spoke like an experienced mother, it was comforting.

“Is Mr. Hamilton scheduled to arrive back at his usual time, Mrs. Hamilton?” Rachel asked.

“Yes, it is almost time for supper so he should not be too far away. Would you like to join us for dinner Y/N? It would give us ample opportunity to discuss what comes next.” Eliza went behind the desk and took a seat, holding her hands in her lap. At first you were caught a little off guard but you ended up agreeing. Eliza and Rachel’s eyes lit up at your answer.

“Wonderful! Until then you can rest in here, my husband won’t mind us occupying his study while he’s out. Take a seat, Rachel could read to you if you’d like as well.” She beamed happily. Read to me? Oh, they probably think I have a concussion or something.

“That’s very kind of you Eliza but I’m just fine! I can read on my own.” You reassured her. The other two women were taken aback by your comment.

“Oh, so you’re an educated woman? Forgive me, I didn’t realize.” Eliza apologized but the tone in her voice made her seem more questioning. Did I say something weird? I could see maybe if they thought I was homeless but I don’t know what education has to do with that. You decided it was best not to question her on the statement, she probably didn’t mean for it to sound the way she had. Rachel excused herself, she said she had to go help ‘Angie’ with her work.

             You paced back and forth, your fingertips gliding across the rows of book spines as you examined the titles. Whoever Eliza’s husband is, he really likes Shakespeare. You eventually plucked out A Mid-Summer Night’s Dream, you’d be lying if you said that it wasn’t a personal favorite of yours. You always felt that you related to Helena the most out of all the characters. Taking the book, you sat down on a nearby couch. You fussed around with your dress for a few minutes so that you sit ‘Crisscross applesauce’ style underneath the layers of fabric, most of it hanging over the cushions. You had just gotten to Titania and Oberon’s confrontation when a young girl, maybe around 12 or 13 years old, came skipping into the room. Her dress wasn’t quite as big as Eliza’s, it was more…fluffy than bulky, the light purple color popped against her tan skin. Her hair was pulled into a pair of pigtail braids.

“Mama! Mama! Daddy’s home, it’s time for dinner!” She exclaimed before she finally took notice of my presence. “Who’s this Mama?” She asked, she must be Eliza’s daughter.

“Angie sweetie, this is Miss Y/N. She will be joining us for dinner.” Eliza explained as she stood up from the desk and stood next to the now identified ‘Angie’ from earlier. She gave the girl a small pat on the back and motioned for her follow as she walked off toward the door. You put the book down next to you, Angie took notice of the cover and skipped toward you excitedly, grabbing your hand to help you stand up.

“Daddy will be very excited to meet you, he loves Shakespeare!” She giggled and linked your arm with her own.

“I noticed.” You chuckled and allowed her to guide you out the door. Eliza gave a small laugh at the sight and continued to walk by your side. Your trio made your way through some more of the beautifully designed hallways, the sound of chatter becoming louder as you approached an archway that lead you into a large, open room. You recognized the door at the far end, this must be main room and that must be the front door you were slumped against not so long ago. Your gaze then fell onto a man; he wore a dark green coat with a matching pant. You could tell that the clothing was meant to be from the same era as everyone else’s, the pants stopped at his knees and a pair of long socks covered his shins. He was looking down at two young boys with mischievous grins on their faces.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look!” Angie ran up to the man, he must be Eliza’s husband. The man turned around with a wide smile stretched across his face. He quickly ran his fingers through his dark hair to push it out of his face before wrapping his arms around Angie.

“My sunshine girl! I missed you even more today than I did the last!” He said happily. Why does he look so familiar? He kissed Angie’s nose and released her, turning his attention to Eliza.

“My love, how was your day?” He asked as he made his way over to Eliza and gave her a kiss on the cheek. His eyes clouded with curiosity as he took notice of you standing next to his wife. “And who is this young lady?” He questioned, Eliza’s voice lowered slightly. Angie came bounding toward her father.

“That’s what I wanted you to see Daddy, she likes Shakespeare too!” She smiled.

“Is that right?” He spoke, sounding slightly impressed.

“Her name is Y/N, Rachel found her on our door step, bleeding from the side of her head…” She leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Poor girl, she was practically naked, I wanted to wait till you came home before we asked her any questions.” She pulled away and his eyes softened. Looking back over at you, he stepped back and gave you a small bow.

“Well it is a pleasure to have you in our home Miss Y/N, perhaps we could discuss literature over supper? Pardon, you must forgive me, I haven’t introduced myself yet. My name is Alexander Hamilton.” Your eyes widened as the name washed over your thoughts.

Alexander Hamilton, Eliza Hamilton?

             There was no way but you couldn’t shake this feeling in the pit of your stomach that begged you to ask something, anything that could prove the growing thought in your head wrong.

“Forgive me sir, but um, may I ask what you do? For work I mean…” He seemed confused for a moment but answered you nonetheless.

“I work up in the city as the Treasury Secretary under President Washington.” He said simply.

Shit.

Dae’s special high notes compilation from One Shot

You’re welcome xD

PS: you may heard little “crack”… it was my heart breaking because few of those vids are from the end of 2014 and you can see and hear frustration and tiredness T_T

Credits to the owners of the video

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‘’I’m not the Break Man. I was the first, I’M THE PROTOMAN!’’

Sparks Flew

Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Note: I wrote this last night when I couldn’t sleep, I blame watching too much How I Met Your Mother for coming up with this idea. I promise I’m working on those requests but this just came to me last night and it’s been a long time since I wrote a Lin fic. 

Warnings: swearing, a shitty break-up and I think that’s it?

Word Count:1,615 (I know it’s short I’m sorry)

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @tallish-hobbit @iamgrayfox @beckett-faye @justanotherone2u


When you first kissed Lin, sparks flew.

It was New Year’s Eve, the cold New York streets were packed with people excited to bring in the new year. But for you, it was the worst night of your life.

The night started off great. Packed into an apartment filled with all of your friends, wearing a brand new outfit with a few drinks already in your system. It was 11 pm, and with an hour left of  2007 the anticipation was building, it was the perfect night.

Well… almost perfect. The one missing ingredient was Jon. Your boyfriend of 6 years was nowhere to be found, even after promising you he’d come. For the first time in 6 years, it was looking like you were going to be alone and kissless on New Years.

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Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader: Go on, I dare you Part 2

A/N: I really hope you guys like it and don’t worry there will be a part three and I know there isn’t a lot Monty in this imagine but there will be in the next part. Also if you haven’t read part 1 yet please go and read it Part 1

It didn’t take long for everyone at liberty high to find out about your and Montgomery’s break up it seemed like the most important thing that had happened that day.

“Oh my god Y/N is it true that you broke up with Montgomery?” Courtney asked you at lunch.

“Yes! I broke up with him why is that so hard to believe. Seriously people is this really the most important thing that happened today.” You snapped because you were sick of hearing that question.

“Wow sorry I asked.” She said looking down.

“Sorry but everyone had been asking me today and I’m just getting sick of it. I just wanna forget about it.” You said looking at her with an apologetic look on your face.

“I get it but you know how people are at this school.” She said looking back up at you.

“Yeah I know but I just don’t get why so many people are surprised we broke up.” You said as you moved your food around on your plate.

“Well the two of you have been a couple for a long time and I mean your relationship was really strong. I actually couldn’t believe that the two of you broke up.” She said smiling sadly at you.

You sighed and just looked down at your food. It was already bad enough that you broke up with the person you loved and that he didn’t even care, that you didn’t need to hear how great your relationship was. Lucky for you he was suspended for three days so you had three days to get over him. That day when you got home you just ran into your room and broke down. You had never cried that much in your life. The next day you really didn’t feel like going to school you just wanted to lay in your bed and keep crying. Lucky for you your parents had already left for work and you could just stay home. You sent a text to Alex to tell him you were staying home today, he tried to tell you that he was coming over to stay with you but you were able to convince him not to skip school. You just spent the entire day looking at pictures of you and Montgomery and crying. You noticed the Letterman jacket laying on your chair and were debating to go over to his house to give it back to him but you couldn’t do it not now at least. The day after that Alex came to your house so that you could walk to school together.

“So how you holding up?” He asked as you were walking towards school.

“Good I guess.” You said with a shrug.

“How about we do something after school. Let’s go to Monet’s or something.” He said trying to cheer you up.

“Look Alex it’s really sweet of you that you’re trying to cheer me up but I’d rather just come home after school.” You said as you walked into the school building.

“It’s okay I get. But if you’re up for it just let me know.” He said as he walked away to his locker.

You walked to your locker and was busy putting some books from your backpack into your locker when Zach walked up to you.

“What do you want Zach?” You asked him turning around to look at him.

“Please talk to Monty.” He said looking down at you.

You just rolled your eyes and turned back to your locker.

“Look he’s not doing so well okay. He hasn’t eaten since the two of you broke up he hasn’t stopped crying. When he comes over he tries to act like he’s fine but you can see that he’s not. We’re all really worried about him. Please just go and talk to him.” Zach said with worry and hope in his voice.

“I don’t know Zach. I can’t say that I don’t care about him because I do but I just don’t know if I can take him back.” You said looking down.

“Hey nobody said anything about you taking him back I just asked you to talk to him. He needs it and you need it.” He said crossing his arms.

“Okay fine I’ll talk to him.” You said closing your locker and walking away.

After school you went home to put away your backpack because you didn’t want to talk to him with your backpack. Honestly that was just you making up an excuse to try and come up with something to say to him. Before you walked out of your room you saw his Letterman jacket again and decided to take it with you. When you arrived at his house you took a deep breath before walking up to his front door.

“Y/N….

BTS reaction: you having a habit of biting your lips, making them bleed

Thank you for requesting, and sorry that it took me this long! xx


Jin/Kim Seokjin: 

He’d scold you so much omg. He’d try to make you stop whenever he saw you biting your lip, in hopes that he could help you break your habit. Jin does not approve.

Originally posted by junghoseok


Suga/Min Yoongi: 

He wouldn’t worry too much, I don’t think. Like, everyone bites their lips. So he wouldn’t mind, until you start bleeding. He’ll then scold you while wiping the blood away. So, like, he wouldn’t care up until the very moment he sees blood. Every single time. Boy does not learn that it ends up in blood most of the time.

Originally posted by jeonbase


J-Hope/Jung Hoseok: 

He’d be like Yoongi at first, but he will eventually learn that you’ll pretty much always end up bleeding. And then he’ll turn into Jin, and scold you and tell you to stop every time he catches you biting your lips, even if they aren’t bleeding yet.

Originally posted by gotjimin


Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon: 

He would just do some research on the best ways to break habits, and then go from there. He’d scold you in the beginning, but once he notices that that doesn’t work, he’ll try to find other ways to make you stop. Because a habit that makes you bleed is a bad habit.

Originally posted by leojuseyo


Jimin/Park Jimin: 

He’d be worried, but wouldn’t do much about it. He wouldn’t know how to approach the subject, and would figure that it can’t be as bad as it seems if you keep on doing it. He’d still try to subtly stop you though. And he’d sit you down to talk about it if he thought it went too far.

Originally posted by whyparkjimin


V/Kim Taehyung: 

Well, given how much he licks his lips, they would probably be falling apart if he didn’t use lip balm. So I feel like if there’s one member who would just leave you be, it’d be him. He definitely wouldn’t want to kiss you if there’s blood all over your lips though.

Originally posted by toughchim


Jungkook/Jeon Jeongguk: 

He would be the one to hide how worried he is. Like, he’d want to be like Jin, but he’d end up like Jimin. But, I do think he’d tease you a bit in an attempt to make you stop, by saying how he won’t kiss you if your lips are all chapped up from how much you bit them.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

*splats this on Tumblr’s face*

HOWDY, EVERYONE! I’ve been on art hiatus for soooo long since Christmas break!!! I haven’t drawn anything digitally… So as a comeback, I give you this one. Another Glitchtale’s Betty fanart. A4 size.

Glitchtale by @camilaart

Stay determined and have patience, everyone.

Bonus under the cut.

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anonymous asked:

If you're still taking requests for these: How Roman would react to seeing you, after you broke up, at Survivor Series after you were drafted to Smackdown? Hope that makes sense lol

How Roman Reigns would react to seeing you at Survivor Series after you’d broken up…

Originally posted by vaniwin

~ A couple of years ago you’d experienced the greatest heartbreak in your entire left that resulted in you still to this very day, not completely over it.

~ It’s hard for you to even remember what you argued about; maybe it was something small; maybe you just don’t remember because your mind doesn’t want to return to that moment. Whatever it was- you and Roman’s year relationship ended because of it.

~ It was too hard to bare, the lone thought of just seeing him every day at your place of work ultimately drove you to turn to your boss and state those simple two words, “I quit.”

~ That day you quit the company you’d spent so long working for was 2 years ago now and a lot had changed in that time.

~ There had been a new draft a few months ago, wherein certain superstars were sent to separate rosters; Roman being on Raw. How you knew this; well you still couldn’t help your passion for wrestling so you still kept up with the news.

~ Even though Smackdown and Raw were now completely different shows there was still a couple of times a year where both rosters meet at a pay-per-view. Today’s pay-per-view being one of them- Survivor Series.

~ Of course you were going to watch- even if that meant seeing your ex’s face. 

~ You were still fairly close to a couple of the women in the company so you tended to keep updated on anything and everything going on in the company.

~ You were messaging a few people; in particular, Nikki, Sasha, Naomi, and Lana. That's when they informed you on the upcoming Mixed Gender survivor series match. The match would hold 3 men and 2 women on each team.

~ Raw’s team consisted of; Roman (great), Seth, Finn, Sasha and Charlotte whereas Smackdown’s consisted of Dean, Baron, Randy, Nikki and Naomi.

~ Well that’s what the teams were supposed to be… until Nikki was experiencing more pain with her neck.

~ It was the morning of the pay-per-view and you were pretty much doing nothing (that’s how most of your time was spent nowadays). Your phone rang however and that was the weirdest, most unexpected and somewhat incredible phone call you’d received in a long time.

~ “Y/N we know that you’re no longer with us but I do also know you’ve been keeping up your training in the gym. We are aware we could use someone else on our roster but if you’re ready to make your return- we’d gladly take you, all you have to do is say yes and you’ll be the final member of Team Smackdown tonight.” You always loved Shane, he was basically the complete opposite of his father’s authoritative character and he always seemed to have a way to make any situation more extreme but somehow in a good way.

~ Your mind was in completely in different places as the theoretical timer ticked down- you had to make a final decision and fast. 

* Later that Night *

~ The entire team of Raw was in the ring, Roman circling the perimeter fastening his gloves as the first 4 of team Smackdown walked down the ramp towards the ring. All that was left was for ‘Nikki’ to make her entrance.

~ Of course, Shane added extra suspense with Nikki’s bright red titantron popping up before it abruptly changed to your much darker one and your entrance music hit.

~ As you walked out onto the stage the deafening screams of the crowd assured you that you made the right decision. But then you head was directed to the ring…

~ Walking up the steel steps and stepping through the ropes your eyes wandered to meet the ones of your ex-boyfriend’s. His face was indistinguishable and you weren’t quite sure if he was angry or confused- one thing was for sure though… he was hurt.

~ Your break-up was fairly public which made things 1000x harder.

~ Everyone seemed to gather towards the outskirts of the ring leaving you and Roman face to face after two years of no contact. He still smelt the same, still looked at you the same; you no longer could deny you didn’t feel anything for him. 

~ The bell signaled, breaking your intense stares and you made your way to your corner, his deep tone being heard behind you. “We need to talk afterward. I’m sorry…”


Kinda didn’t mean to make this so long but here it is! Hope you enjoyed it. ~ Nikkii

Tag List - @m-a-t-91 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @youhoebag

In the gardens

Pairing: T’Challa x Reader

Warnings: Angsty-ish, bit of fluff.

A/N: I am taking so long with requests but bear it with me, would you? Feedback <3


Originally posted by buchanstan

Ever since Steve’s team arrived into Wakanda, they seemed to be a lot better; well, everyone except for one. (Y/N) was quiet by nature, but after everything that happened, and the people she had lost because of the men’s stubbornness, she decided to build up the highest walls so no one could reach to her.

Her powers had caused terrible damage, and she promised herself to not use them anymore; she was not completely in control of them, and it almost seemed like they controlled her sometimes. The only place where she could unravel them and feel completely free from her fears were the gardens, but they were usually full of people and full of the king’s servants who were kind enough to ask if everything was alright.

One day, as she started wandering, she found a spot that hadn’t been taken care of in quite a while. It was calling her name, and feeling her protective instinct blossoming once again, she went every day for over a month just to take care of the plants that there laid withering. (Y/N) was not at home, and she was most certainly not safe, but that portion of land somehow needed her as much as she needed it. She moved things around with her powers, feeling completely in control of her telekinesis for once in her life. And she even created a small pond with her element-control. Only her part of the gardens could bring a smile to her heart.

She was often seen carrying a book and running away, not even the few teammates she still had in Wakanda could get more from her than a greeting, and the king himself started to wonder what she did all day and why she pushed everyone away.

Until he discovered her little secret. T’Challa found her sitting on a stone little bench she had made all by herself. It was still a bit rough, but comfortable enough to sit there for a while. He cleared his throat to let her know there was somebody with her.

“Mind if I sit?” T’Challa asked as he pointed at the empty space next to (Y/N). She nodded silently and he sat down. “Did I interrupt something?”

“No—king T’Challa—you—” she stammered—“I was just—nothing.” She shook her head and fell silent again, trying to focus her sight on the book, but she couldn’t help but to look at him from the corner of her eye. The man was not only beautiful, but in his presence she felt tiny, and somehow, safe again.

T’Challa cleared his throat and began again. “You know, I’ve always liked this side of the gardens, ever since I was a child; whenever there was some sort of royal happening, I used to run all the way here and my mother would find me somehow.” He sounded absentminded, but in his mind one thought wandered, and it wasn’t even the reminiscence of his favorite childhood memories, but he was trying to imagine how it would be if (Y/N) smiled; he was most certain that he had never seen her like that. “It always felt like an escape. My father didn’t even knew about the immensity of his own palace…” he chuckled, “so how did you discover this?”

“I just started walking and… I got here.” She shrugged. None of them looked at one another, but (Y/N) could feel how fixated he was on her. “The plants needed some help.”

“I think I could hire you as the gardener, would you like that?”

“If it means I can stay here…” she turned her head to face him, “I would.”

“You know… I’ve asked around for you, but the others said you were not talking to them,” (Y/N) bit her bottom lip almost immediately, “may I know the reason why?”

“I just don’t know what I could say to them…” She shrugged. “My mother used to tell me that if I didn’t have anything nice to say, then I’d better keep quiet.”

“Don’t you think that’s a harsh thing to say to a daughter?” He pointed out.

“My mother…” she started, “she was not the kindest woman alive,” she gave him a quick look, “but it doesn’t matter, she’s not among the living anymore.”

“I’m sorry to hear that…” he gulped. “And were the Avengers somehow like a family to you?”

“They were the closest thing I had to a family, and it ended up just like the first one, and probably just as bloody.” (Y/N) pursed her lips in a thin line. “You know, when I was at school nobody really liked me, and not only because I wasn’t popular. People feared me; kids feared me because at kindergarten I spoke to a dying plant and it seemed to come to live again.” She giggled, but it sounded more like a heavy sigh. “Then, things around the house flew for no apparent reason, and that was when my parents started to fear me too and so I ran away.” Her voice seemed to crack, so she remained silent a few seconds before clearing her throat and starting again. “There were some people looking for me, bad people, and they got to my parents because they were the closest thing to me. They died because of me, because I wasn’t there to protect them.” She inhaled sharply and shook her head. “Then SHIELD found me and I became an avenger. I had a family again, a terribly dysfunctional one because let’s face it, none of them knew how to have a family. We were the outcasts, the weird ones. I felt at home but… It didn’t last long.” She looked at her hands and hid them inside her sleeves. “The things I love never last for long, mainly because I destroy them.”

“I’m sorry…” The king softly said. He looked at her and to his eyes, she had never looked more vulnerable, but it wasn’t the vulnerability that meant weakness; not at all. This vulnerability made her so transparent, like a fragile glass, just a stone away from breaking into a million pieces. She looked very differently from how she did in The Raft, where she looked utterly terrified. (Y/N) allowed her walls to fall apart just enough to let him know why she tried to shut everyone away. But her walls started to build quickly up, and before T’Challa could say something, she was slowly walking away.

He followed her and grabbed her hand, trying to make her turn around. Her (Y/E/C) eyes were getting watery, and a rosy color tried to take over her cheeks. He didn’t know what to do, or if what he was about to do was ok, but he went along with it, and taking a deep breath, his hand went up to (Y/N)’s cheek and gently stroke it. She trembled under his touch and in T’Challa’s mind, the worst fears played.

“Don’t do this, T’Challa.” She mumbled. “Get away from me before it’s too late.” She tried to free herself from his grip. “I don’t want to hurt you…”

“How about you let me decide if I want to get hurt or not?” He softly asked, not wanting to let go of her. “And how about you come out of your bedchamber to socialize? I’ll be hosting a party at the palace in two nights, and I’d love to take you as my date.”

“I don’t even have a dress.” (Y/N) stuttered.

“I’m quite sure Ms. Maximoff can handle that for both of us.” He leaned in to kiss (Y/N)’s cheek and bowed his head before saying his goodbyes.

“T’Challa, wait!” She screamed, running her way up to him; who, with long steps, had already gotten a few meters away. “I haven’t even said yes.”

“Well,” he smiled, “I will go by your room in two days and if you’re wearing pajamas, then I’ll know you’ve turned down my invitation.” T’Challa took (Y/N)’s hand and lifted it enough to kiss it, looking straight into her eyes.

And two days from then, King T’Challa knocked on (Y/N)’s golden doors, only to be welcomed by one of the maidens that was in charge of her. Inside the dormitory, Wanda was finishing the last details of (Y/N)’s dress. The king couldn’t help to smile at the sight of such a beautiful woman. She wore a long, navy blue dress that even though it was not tight, it still held on to her curves perfectly. She turned around, almost in slow motion, and smiled back at the dark complexioned man that so fondly looked at her.

She looked like a dream come true; like his own little piece of heaven was on earth, right in front of his very eyes.

“You’re gorgeous,” T’Challa said in amusement, “and you look gorgeous too.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, your highness.” (Y/N) smiled as she bowed her head.

They walked together through the hallway that lead to the big ballroom where a lot of people had gathered for a celebration that (Y/N) was not aware of. The couple greeted some of the guests and everyone kept mentioning how gorgeous T’Challa’s companion was. She did not feel afraid of hurting anybody, because having him by her side was enough to keep her mind occupied. She was very grateful for his ministrations to her, and she wouldn’t have enough life to thank him for everything he had done.

Not only he managed to make her speak of her past, but she also felt like she had a friend, someone she could really count on, and (Y/N) appreciated that the most.

Once the greetings and protocol salutes were over, the two were offered a glass of champagne to start the night; (Y/N) was not a drinker, and mostly because of her uncontrolled powers, she declined the drink as asked for some water instead.

“You never told me what you’re celebrating.” (Y/N) mentioned at the table. They were sitting together, and in order to speak to him, she had to lean in closer. T’Challa shivered lightly at the feeling of her breath close to his skin.

“It’s my father’s birthday today,” he explained, “and it’s a tradition to remember the birthdays of a king or a queen. I suppose mine will be remembered one day.” He replied with a soft smile. (Y/N) corresponded the smile with a soft giggle. “Hey! You’re smiling, that’s a progress.”

“I have a good reason to smile tonight.” She conceded. “You know, I never met your father… but he sure as hell did a great job bringing you up.” She sighed. “You’re a great man, T’Challa, and you’re going to be an even greater king.” T’Challa smiled nervously; he was used to receive compliments about his duty as the new king of Wakanda, but if they came from (Y/N)’s lips, the compliments felt a hundred times better and it made his heart beat faster than ever. “I don’t think I can thank you enough for taking me out of my bedroom… I had forgotten how it felt to be with people, like real people.” She shook her head and giggled. Then, she leaned her head on T’Challa’s shoulder and felt how he tenderly kissed her hair.

“Shall we dance?” He asked, after a moment in silence.

The musicians started to play a slow tune, perfect for a romantic dance. The two stood up and headed for the center of the dance-floor. For the first time, (Y/N) felt extremely nervous and self-conscious around the king. There had never been that little space between them; not even at the Leipzig airport, and not even when they were all rescued from The Raft. She shivered when his big hand softly placed on the small of her back, not too low, but not up high. She took a deep breath before relaxing again and taking the hand that he offered.

When she looked up, she could’ve sworn T’Challa’s eyes were in the shape of a heart. He looked down at her and smiled when he found she was looking at him. He looked away with a winner grin and he led the slow movements of their bodies.

“Is there a special person you left back home?” He softly asked.

“No, I didn’t.” (Y/N) replied in a defeated voice. “Love has not been good with me. I told you, I hurt everyone I love.” She quickly looked away. “I just don’t think I’ll ever be good enough for someone. I mean just look at me—”

“I am,” T’Challa cut her off, “and I have done it for a while… and I have to say it; you’re the most gorgeous woman that I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re just saying it to make me feel better.” (Y/N) shook her head in disbelief.

“I wish I did—” T’Challa let go of her hand and placed it on her cheek, cupping it gently—“but I’m not. It’s hard to put it into words, especially with this many people around us, but you’re good enough for me, and you’re so, so good that I believe I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you, (Y/N).”

“I—I… I just don’t know what to say.” She stammered. “T’Challa—I—”

“You needn’t say a thing,” he assured her, nodding his head once, “just promise me you’ll never say something like you’re not good enough again. You are good enough, you’re more than good enough, and you don’t hurt the people you love, and you have my word about it.”

Out of a sudden, T’Challa felt brave enough to lean in and gently press his lips on hers before she could argue any more. It didn’t take long for her to realize what the blabbering was about; she wasn’t really sure if she felt the same, or even if she was able to feel something for somebody again, but the safety his arms, walls and gates provided were more than enough to make her consider giving that leap of faith.

“T’Challa, I need you to hear me out on this one.” She pulled away from him. “This is not easy for me, and I… I don’t know if I feel the same about you.”

“I will not push you into something you don’t want.” He assured. “Set the boundaries and I’ll respect them. I like you, but I want you to be happy, even if it means without me.”

“And what if that’s exactly it?”

“We’ll figure that out together, then.” He leaned in, but instead of kissing her lips, T’Challa kissed her forehead as they kept dancing.

Best of Women [Lin-Manuel Miranda X Reader]

Request/Inspiration: @living-in-lala-land-forever “Can I make a request, if so I would like a Lin x reader in which the reader is playing Eliza and has a long time crush on Lin, during Say No to This she breaks down and can’t hold in her emotions any longer. (In the end he’s in love with her too and pretends she’s Maria during that scene.”

Summary: He couldn’t say no to you.

A/N: Hey everyone! I apologize in advance to everyone who had a request a long time ago. I promise I’ll get them done! I’m either stuck or have a plan on it. I’m sorry! I hope you enjoy this one!

Reader Pronouns: she/her I’m sorry! I’ll make more gender neutral fics!

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