Sometimes I just want my gays happy and kissing in dramatic lighting. It is all I need.
If Yall haven’t already read it, @littlefists Tuckington fic Put my Guns in the Ground it sooooooooo great and gives me a lot of feelings for these two, especially the last two chapters. Read it read it read it.
“Red is the color of extremes. It’s the color of passionate love, seduction, violence, danger, anger, and adventure…
The color blue is a popular color…
It is a color that symbolizes loyalty, strength, wisdom and trust.”
She guided the five of you into a small room, with a round
table. You were nervous, your hands shaking. It’s not like magic was not
discussed in your time, it was just not real. And the fact that she knew your
name scared you, a lot. Hamilton looked over at you, noticing your trembling.
He touched your hand, squeezing your fingers.
I’m here. He
mumbled to you, giving you a sideways smile. His arm brushed against yours. You
smiled back, turning to look back at the woman.
Her hair was long, almost reaching the floor. It was a strange
color, a dark blue, with flicks of blonde. You got a sick feeling in your gut,
and you felt like something was wrong. She did not look familiar, but you felt
like she was untrustworthy, like you should run away. But the boys wanted to
help you, and this was the best shot that you could take. It was your only
chance on getting home and seeing your family and friends again.
And finally take a hot shower.
She grabbed some mixtures, and passed a small mug to each of us.
Lafayette sniffed it, his nose wrinkling in disgust. Laurens coughed, pushing
it farther away from him. Mulligan looked into his, his eyes widening. You let
go of Hamilton’s hands, looking at the puke green substance in yours.
Hamilton’s was a bright blue, contrasting to yours.
“Not to be rude, but, what is this?” Laurens asked, eyeing his
cup. The woman laughed, drinking hers quickly.
“It allows me to read whatever might come your way. This is a
way for me to find out how Miss Y/N can get back home. Please, drink. It will
not harm you.” The way she said her last words, made you slightly suspicious.
You hesitated, looking at the color. Why did each of you get a different
liquid? Shouldn’t it all be the same?
“I, how do I know if I can trust you?” You asked her.
“The lady seems trustworthy to me!” Mulligan said, the first to
drink his. You widened your eyes, and he burped, wiping his mouth with his
sleeve. His was red, staining the blue he wore. Lafayette looked at his friend,
then at you. He drank his soon after, not making as much of a mess as Mulligan.
Laurens did so, and Hamilton looked at you, drinking his. The woman looked at
you, gesturing for you to drink yours.
You held your nose, drinking it on one go. It tasted like copper
being poured down your throat. It was extremely cold, and you shivered, placing
the cup on the table. The woman looked at all of you, smiling.
“The reason there was separate drinks for all of you, was to
match your personality. Laurens’s was for Ambition, Hamilton’s was for
Intelligence, Lafayette’s was for Valiance and Mulligan’s was for Meticulous.
You, Y/N, was for Humility.” You still felt like she was not truthful. None of
this makes any sense, and she’s not helping you. It seems more like she’s
You looked over at Hamilton for confirmation on your feelings,
but he was staring at her intently, not questioning anything. You felt your
negative feelings slowly slip away, and you panicked. She looked at you,
Y/N, do you have something to say?” You opened your mouth, but no sound came
out. You held your neck, confused. What the hell did she give you? “Now,
everyone, I have to ask you a few questions. Hamilton, since you have met Y/N,
have you believed her to speak the truth?”
You looked at Hamilton, and he seemed to be in a dream-like
state, not even glancing your way. “I was confused, when I first met Y/N. I
thought she was some sort of escort, but after speaking to her for a few
minutes, I knew she was truthful. I trust her with every fiber in my being. I,
I do not want her to leave, but if that is what she wants, then it must be
done.” Your heart swelled at his confession. He wanted you to stay.
Your voice was still stuck, unable to say anything. You wondered
why she did this to you all, since they were in fact cooperating. The woman
then turned to Mulligan, a smirk on her face.
“What about you, Mulligan? How do you feel about Y/N?” She
dropped the miss from your name quickly, her fingers tapping on the table. You
tried lunging out of your chair, but to no avail, your bottom stuck to the
seat. Mulligan laughed, looking directly at you. You hoped that he wasn’t in a
trance like the rest of the boys, but when his eyes met yours, they were glazed
is one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. Why would I not trust her?
She is captivating. But I see the way she looks at Hamilton, I know she would
not look at me the same. I’m not giving up, though.” He puffed out his chest,
winking at you once. Your eyes widened. Mulligan liked you?
“Lafayette?” The woman asked, a grin appearing on her face. She
was amused, listening to these men speak against their will. It was
entertainment to her. You shaped your hands into fists, glaring at her. She
barely glanced your way.
“Miss Y/N? She is interesting woman, very much. I, I am giving
my trust to her.” He smiled. Even in the state that he was in, he still spoke
“Laurens? Last but not least?”
“Ahh, Y/N? I consider her my best friend already! She’s funny,
she’s snarky, and she’s smart! Who wouldn’t trust her? She even believes in my
idea to make the first black battalion!” He grinned, his smile from cheek to
The woman finally looked at you, pulling her hair back against
her shoulder. “So, Y/N, it seems you have grabbed all of these handsome men,
huh? You’ve barely known them for little over a day. What did you do?” She
willed you to speak, and you were finally able to, glaring at her.
“Who do you think you are? Manipulating them this way? They just
came to help me, no need to make them spill their guts.” She rolled her eyes at
your spoken word, standing up from her chair.
“Oh, you poor child. Is this not how it works in the future? If
you want something, you must give something in return. How about it?” She
wiggled her eyebrows at you.
“What makes you think I would give anything to you?” She laughed
manically, her grin seeming to break her face. You tensed up, unsure. Mulligan
dragged all of you into this mess, and you had no idea what you were dealing
with. Honestly, you were just saying what a hero would say on movies that you
watch. It seemed to work, though.
“Since I have you friends stuck in this state. So are you, by
the way. I can make you talk, and I can stop it. Now, are you willing to pay
for the information?” You debated in your head. You looked at all the boys,
then looked at Hamilton next to you. He had a small smile on his face, but his
eyes were empty, his personality gone. You couldn’t leave them like this, you
had to help them. They came here to assist you on getting home, and they did
not need this in their lives. They deserved more.
“What do you want me to do?” You asked, and she nodded slowly.
“I’ll give you a clue on getting home, and, in return, I’ll make
Alexander Hamilton slowly hate you. It’ll start as soon as I give you the cure
for them. You have to see him hate every piece of you, hate everything you
touch and everyone you encounter.” She grinned.
“Why? How could this help you? Why do you want this?”
“Because, I want you to suffer. I want you to feel what I felt,
when you did the same to me.” She sneered, an evil spark in her eye. You stared
at her, more confused than ever. Who is she? You just met her today, what could
you possibly do to hurt her?
But the way she stared at you, the way she looked at you as if
you two had a history, made you think otherwise.
“Did we meet before?” She laughed, giving you a small bottle.
You looked inside, seeing a clear liquid. Before you could ask anything else,
she disappeared, leaving you alone with the three men. You gave the substance
to the men. They blinked, rubbing their heads. Hamilton was the first to stare
at you, confused.
“What happened, Y/N? How did we get here?” She was right, they
did not remember a thing.
“We were just taking a walk, and you brought me here. Mulligan
said that he knew someone that could help me, but we walked in, and no one was
here.” You glanced around the room, seeing nothing but empty shelves and broken
furniture. The only thing that was the same was the table in front of you.
Mulligan dragged himself over to the two of you, rubbing his
temple. “This headache is killing me. Let’s go back to camp, before Washington
really tears us a new one.”
“Agreed.” Lafayette said, patting Laurens on the shoulder.
Laurens groaned, and you all walked out the house, closing the door behind you.
You put the container you had in your pocket, walking alongside
Hamilton. He was standing with a foot between the two of you, completely
different from when you all were sitting at the table. You wondered if this was
just the beginning of the spiral that the two of you would go through. You
looked at Hamilton’s face, and gave him a smile. He gave you a small nod, the
smile on his face unseen.
Your heart was in your throat, and you turned away from him.
The five of you made it back to the camp quickly, making it just
before six in the morning. The boys ran off to their tents to change into their
uniforms, and you stayed behind, sitting outside Hamilton’s tent. You wanted to
talk to him, you wanted to see if the curse that that witch said was true, but
he seemed to avoid you, like the day before was just another.
still joked with you as much as before, and you clung to him instead, ignoring
the ache in your heart. After a few days of silence and quiet tents, Hamilton
sighed, looking at you sitting on the makeshift bed. He
didn’t bother moving you like he did before.
“Y/N?” He said, finally speaking to you after a week. He dropped
the miss right after he woke from the magic, and you pretended that he just
actually listened to your requests. You jumped at the opportunity, smiling at
“Yes?” You asked.
“Did you ever think about moving to the other men’s tents? It’s
not like we are friends, and you have grown to be quite a nuisance.” Your smile
faltered, looking at him. He looked annoyed, different from the man you met not
too long ago.
You looked at your hands. “I have not bothered you this whole
time, Hamilton. I’ve stayed quiet, I haven’t said a word. And even if I tried,
you’d just ignore me.” He placed his quill on the side, staring at you.
“We have not found any clues on how to get you home. Making
casual conversation is pointless, since you may be gone any day now. There is
no purpose in me being kind to you, even if you are beautiful. I am attracted
to intellect, not looks.” You twitched, unable to hide your frown.
You knew this was just all in his head, that this lady (who did
not give you a clue to get you home yet) has done, but it hurt. He was so much
kinder to you in the beginning, and seeing this side of him, it just, it hurt.
“You know what, fine. I’m leaving.” You grabbed the clothes that you borrowed
from him, and began walking out. Before you left, Hamilton called to you. You
turned back, looking at you. He gestured towards the clothes in your hand.
“I may need those later, Y/N. You can give them back now.” You
glared at him, throwing the clothes in his face. It almost touched the lit
candle on the desk, and he widened his eyes. “You, you almost burned down my
“Good riddance.” You mumbled,
walking out. You hoped he didn’t see the tears staining your cheeks.
Think this is an unpopular opinion or thought but am I the only Jaime x Brienne shipper who doesn’t see anything physical happening between them? I feel like the best we’re getting is a confession (from Jaime, obv). It might not be a proclamation of “I love you” but it’ll be something meaningful.
I’ve been thinking about this for quite some time. I hope I’m wrong, but idk the show is doing with them.
The clock on the wall ticked noisily as you stood in front of the class and held your paper in your hand. You cleared your throat and spoke with clarity. “Aphrodite was not just a goddess of beauty. No, she was something more than that. Something dangerous”
You slipped the bottle in a black bag and tied off the end. Your heels clacked against the pavement on the way back to your car. The plan went accordingly.
“She could move through the day with ease, playing the world with a smile or a light giggle. While at night, she would concoct terrible things and see it through until the end”
Lydia jumped once she closed her locker and saw your face. Her shock went away and she turned to walk down the hall. “I hear you’re having a party” “Not sure where you heard that from” “You’re Lydia, you are always throwing a party” “True, what’s it to you? I thought you hated my guts” “I do,” you pulled on her elbow to stop her from walking. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends” “I’m confused” “Of course you are, listen, I want help you out with your party” “And why would I let you?” “Because Lydia,” you stepped forward until you were inches away from her face. She gasped when you caressed her cheek in a gentle manner. “Word around school is you’re the crazy girl who likes to walk through the woods naked and scream in your car during school hours. No one wants to befriend the school nutcase, which leaves me. If people hear that I’m going to your party, they’ll want to come for sure. So ask yourself girl-who-doesn’t-have-many-friends, what have you got to lose?”
“Her beauty is used to liquefy the mind and shape it into whatever form she wants it to be. This goddess if famous, sure, but no knows how powerful she truly is”
You finished adding decorations to the room and climbed down from the stool. “What is there to drink?” Lydia shrugged her shoulders and waved a paper around. “Punch?” Lydia got to making the punch while you roamed outside. A patch of blue flowers caught your attention and an idea formed in your head. You returned half an hour later to an exasperated Lydia. “Where have you been?! The guests will be here any second” “Relax, I went to go get something for the punch” You shook the bag of wolfsbane and walked past her to the kitchen. You started pouring it into the bowl. “What is that?” You expected her to be more surprised but she seemed strangely calm. “It’s something I heard online. These flowers make any drink taste amazing. But don’t try it, I’m afraid you might go for seconds the third and we’ll have to nothing to serve the party” The doorbell tore her attention away from you, turning on her heel to answer it. A large group of people stood at the door, peering inside. Lydia widened her eyes then stepped aside to let them in. They paraded through, heading straight for the pool area. You handed everyone a drink with a smile.
“Aphrodite is a goddess to be feared and respected. A warrior under silk robes and pleasant fragrance. She is…Beauty”
Jackson took a swig of drink and played with Scott’s mind. He talked to Allison, trying to piss him off so he can show everyone what a freak he was. He got bored with conversation then walked away from her. As he finished the rest of his drink, Jackson saw a blue top from the side of his eye and immediately recognized as Y/N. She whisked around the corner. She was so beautiful. He remembered the first time he met her. Sweet. A smile formed on his lips as he thought more about it but it quickly vanished when he remembered the day he cheated on her with Lydia. Lydia… He had to get his key but he also wanted to talk to Y/N. When he turned the corner, Jackson saw something that made him want to cry, punch a wall, scream, and vomit. Scott gripped Y/N’s waist, snaking his fingers up her shirt. She had her arms wrapped around his neck, leaving enough space for him to kiss all over her neck. Y/N moaned out his name along with a breathy moan that pissed Jackson off. He launched himself at Scott only for him to walk into a door. “What the hell?!” Lydia opened her door and crossed her arms. “What is wrong with–Jackson?” He rolled his eyes and walked away. Lydia chased after him. “Please don’t go, I just want to talk to you” “Don’t, it’s pathetic” “What did I even do? You won’t talk to me, call, text, and now you won’t even look at me? I demand a reason” Jackson stopped and Lydia bumped into him. “You demand a reason?” he snorted. “I don’t care what you want and you don’t tell me what to do. Besides, I’m only here to get my key back” “A key? You came back for a key?!” The clearing of someone’s throat the both of their attention. Y/N leaned against the door frame with a nail in between her teeth. “We ran out of punch” Lydia sucked in a breath and turned away from him, “let yourself out, Jackson” She hauled over to the kitchen, you following close behind. “Wow, the flowers too?” “No, I threw it into the garbage. You must always start with fresh flowers” “I’ll get them, make sure the house is intact” “Sure thing”
The party grew into an uproar. They were throwing things, curling up into a ball, and finding anyone to make out or have sex with. You took a sip of your water and watched everyone freak out. The phone in your hand was warm and nice to the touch. The cops would be arriving in ten minutes. The neighbors seemed to have made a complaint about the obnoxious noise. You smirked at your terrible deed. Two jocks looked in your direction, smacking their lips. Boys, when will they learn? You walked over to them and started flirting. “Hey, everyone’s jumping in the pool, maybe that kid over there should loosen up” The jocks huffed and nodded in agreement. They waltzed over to the photographer obsessed with Alison named Matt. “Come on man, have some fun!” Matt started freaking out at the immediate contact, “no, please, don’t!” “It’s just a little water, kid” The taller one grabbed his legs while the bigger guy hooked his arms underneath Matt’s. “Stop! I can’t swim, please, help me!” The boys threw the poor kid into the water and everyone watched him flail around for dear life. Finally, Jackson reached in and pulled him out. Matt shot daggers at Stiles and Scott from across the pool. You shoved on your helmet and drove past the flashing red and blue lights heading in the direction you left.
The moon looked beautiful at this time. So full and so bright. You played with your hair while sitting by the window, thinking about all the wrong you had done tonight.
Time went by and you took the time to do your late night ritual before going off to bed. Could Matt really not swim? Drowning a boy wasn’t how you thought the night would go but it did. “So that’s how you stalled” You jumped up from under your covers and turned on the lamp beside your bed. “Thought you wouldn’t make it” You ran up to the man and wrapped your arms around his neck in a warm embrace. He didn’t hug you back, he kept his arms to his sides and stared ahead. Once you pulled back he met your disappointing gaze. “Not much of a hugger” “I wouldn’t imagine any of the Hale boys are. What took you so long?” “Well I’m sorry I couldn’t come back from the dead any quicker” “Apology accepted. What now?” He smiled on the inside. She was truly an interesting person. She demanded things and knew what she wanted. There was always the persuading to get her to comply but she met requirements. “Patience, little puppy, things take time. You know I’ll call when I need you” “Peter, don’t leave. You need a shower and food to consume. I have both” Before he could make leave, Y/N moved over to the hallway closet to grab some towels and extra clothes for him to wear. Peter took them without arguing, heading into the bathroom.
A sweet smell of steak and bare ribs drifted through the house. His stomach growled in response and guided him downstairs. Y/N moved around the kitchen, fixing him a plate of food, ample meat plastered on so much that sauce threatened to drip off onto the floor. Without being told, Peter took a seat on one of the bar stools near the counter.
You watched Peter rip through his meal like a savage animal. You even offered him a beer to quench his thirst. “Satisfied?” “What is in that mind of yours?” “I want you to sleep with me” “I prefer not to” “It could be fun, we can talk about boys and our deep rooted issues” “Speaking of boys, do Scott and Stiles know about my rebirth?” “No, I did everything you asked” “And more. You drowned a kid?” “Peter,” you caressed the side of his face, “sweet, sweet, Peter. I would never do such a thing” With a snap of a finger, Peter grabbed your hand and pulled you close to his face, a strange blue color glowed in replacement of his red eyes. “There’s something wrong with you. It’s a full moon tonight, why aren’t you transforming?” “Patience, Peter, things take time” “This anomaly is actually perfect. I need you to do something” “What?” “Get in Scott McCall’s head” Peter stood and ran his hands along your arms in a sensual manner, his fingertips lightly brushing your sensitive skin. Something about it screamed erotic. “Make him want you” His large hands kneaded your shoulders as he slid up to your neck, the heat radiating through his touch. A carnal fire dwelled in your insides that only Peter had been able to start. Perhaps it was because he was your Alpha but he was the perfect match. “Make him…” His lips now rested in the crook of your neck, a tortuous tease, his hot breath creating an anticipation so keen that you were sure to burst any second. “Think about you every second and break him so much that he comes begging for mercy” By now, blood hummed in your veins, your body involuntarily released a strong moan as he squeezed your waist with intention and purpose while pecking your neck. Peter smirked at how much he had an effect on you, his beta. “Break him, have him go against his friends, take away his precious Allison and bring him to me” His knee rested underneath your hot center constantly rubbing against your weak spot over and over. You were a moaning mess, his existence bothered you in a way you liked. “Don’t let me down, little puppy”
Request: Can someone who writes joker imagines write one where during a robbery or something he sees a girl thats in a wheelchair and he is drawn to her please you can make it up how ever you want.. i myself am in a wheelchair and i haven’t seen any joker imagines like that i just think it would interesting how he would handle it.
A/N: So this is kind of lame and bad but I feel like the Joker would just take an avid interest in you. Idk I did my best but if there are any problems with this please let me know and I’ll do my best to fix them.
From his spot standing beside Cor on the hard-packed dirt floor, Youngest laughed. The bright sound was shocking in the heavy silence. “No wonder Prior knew about this place. The drama department must hang out down here all the time.” He pointed to their source of light, wall sconces with heavy torches that burned a strange blue color. “Who else is crazy enough to leave an open flame like that?”
“Do me a favor and shut up,” Cor snarled, squinting as she tried to make out anything beyond their five-foot bubble of light. “Look, these places run on rules, okay? What time would you say it was when we fell?”
At her angry tone and furtive glances, Youngest’s eyebrows rose. “I dunno. A little after noon, maybe?” He reached for his phone. “It’s only been a few minutes since you grabbed me.” Pushing the center button on his cell, he frowned and muttered, “Okay, I know I plugged this in before I sacked out last night, so why’s it acting like the battery’s dead?”
Cor, who had backed up until she felt her shoulder blades brush the wall, rolled her eyes. “It’s not going to work ‘til we get back Above. So how about you quit messing with it and focus,” she suggested shortly. “We have no guarantee how long it’s been. Time works differently here.”
Shoving his phone in his pocket, Youngest asked, “Is that a physics joke?”
Still trying to see into the darkness in either direction, Cor twisted one of her iron rings. (Left middle finger. They were all polished until they shone, but this one was what she played with when her anxiety spiked. It was stamped with the Elder Futhark rune, alternately called kaunan or kenaz.) She shook her head. “Look, this is what it boils down to - if we don’t make it back to campus by 3 AM, we’re fucked.”
Turning fully to face her, Youngest tiled his head. “3AM?”
Shoulders slumping in exasperation, Cor held in a scream. “Where is your family even from?”
“Pittsburgh,” he answered flatly.
“No, before that,” she prodded. “Doesn’t your family have stories that get passed down, generation to generation? Ghost stories, or ancestral tales or warnings?”
Youngest shook his head in confusion. “My grandpa set a barn on fire when he was a kid,” he offered.
Tugging the ring nearly off before shoving it securely back on again, Cor considered praying for patience. She caught herself before she could so much as silently wish. (You never knew who might be listening, and eager to deal.) “My mom’s side has stories going back to 13th century Wales, and my dad was descended from vikings, so their family epics reach even further through history. Which means I know a thing or two about the old ways.”
At her pronouncement, Youngest threw up his hands. “So?”
“So 3 AM is the witching hour,” she clarified. “A time of death and birth, when the veil is thin and magic is strongest.”
“Magic,” he repeated, deadpan. “Are you kidding me right now?”
Incredulous, Cor stared, before bursting out, “You got to a school infested with the Fair Folk!” She could hear her voice growing louder, could feel her gestures becoming wider, but couldn’t seem to calm down. “Bojangles is right outside the campus library, busking half the week! How the hell could you possibly miss the thing with an alligator’s head, skeletal hands, a brown suit that looks like it was made out of skin, and it plays nothing but In the Hall of the Mountain King, repeatedly, on an accordion?”
Lip curling up, Youngest scoffed. “That dude’s a cosplayer, or something. A furry, maybe? Anyway, did you just say Fair Folk? Like… fairies?” He studied her like he was waiting for proof of insanity and leaned away. “Cor, fairies aren’t real. They’re stories, moral lesson wrapped in allegories to teach dumb kids right from wrong and not to follow strangers around grocery stores.”
Cor wrapped her arms tighter around herself at his dismissive words, and the condescending tone wasn’t helping with the panic attack threatening to crush her lungs. “For the love of god, would you please shut the hell up before you get us both killed?”
Seeing her struggle to breathe, the way her chest rose and fell but Cor still couldn’t seem to get enough air, Youngest held out his hands. “Okay, no need to freak. …fairies.”
Shutting her eyes for half a second, she pulled her hands away from her body to run over her fanny pack again and clicked the stud in her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Cor forced herself to ignore her fear and focus on anger. When her eyes darted back to Youngest, she glared. “The Fair Ones, the Good Neighbours, the Kindly Gentlefolk, or the Gentry, okay? Calling them something else will be perceived as a discourtesy or a challenge, and we’re already up shit creak without a paddle. Let’s not make it worse.”
“Sure,” he bit out. “The Gentry. Now, why do we have to get out of here by 3?”
Cor knew he wasn’t taking her seriously, but she would gladly put up with his patronizing tone if they could just work together to make it out in time. Tapping her foot against the floor, both reassured and terrified of the jingling confirmation of her anklet, she explained. “If we’re still Underhill at 3, we’ll be bound here. For a year and a day. And considering we’re mortals, the food situation, and the fact that you don’t know a thing about the rules down here, I doubt we’d last a week. Even if we did…” She shook her head and bit her lip. “Say we survive that long, don’t get tangled up in any oaths or power plays, find a trustworthy source of mortal food, make it back to the surface, we’d still come back changed.”
Taking in her grave expression, and the way her voice shook on the last word, Youngest blinked. Hushed, he said, “You’re serious.”
“And well versed,” something spoke from their left, the remark tripping out in a sibilant hiss that echoed in the close space.
As Youngest spun to face the it, Cor leaned her head back against the wall and whispered, “Godfuckingdammit.”