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Shadowhunters Season 1 | Season 2

Road Rage//Scott McCall Imagine

Originally posted by fytwolf

Author: @celestial-writing

Warnings: Angst (what is new), some gory stuff if you don’t like that, fluff (mostly angst)

Paring: Scott McCall/Reader

Words: 3,185 (It’s long because I love angst)

Request: No

A/N: Hey guys! I’m so so so so so sorry that I haven’t posted! Life happened but here is the Scott fic I promised! It’s real and not a fake promise and sorry for posting so late but it was really the only time I could post! Just thank you to @dumbass-stilinski as always for supporting me and helping through a lot of shit! Also thank you @mf-despair-queen for helping me edit! This wouldn't be anywhere without you! 

Summary: Being Stiles Stilinski’s twin sister sucks when your brother is the most overprotective person you kow who has sworn off all dating for you. How is he going to react if he finds out about you and his best friend, Scott McCall’s four month relationship?


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The sound of little pebbles being pelted against your window woke you up slowly. You opened your eyes to see your phone lighting up in a message from Scott, which caused you to smile.

Scott ~ Hey babygirl, I’m here.

Scott~ Did you forget i’m coming over?

Scott ~ Hey, I may be pelting pebbles at your window

You opened the window to see a pebble flying towards. You dodged it before it could hit its unintentional target.

“Scott!” You whispered yelled.

“Sorry, (Y/N)!” He gave a sheepish smile and climbed up the tree like he always did when we met on nights like this.

“Hi baby.” He whispered and kissed you softly, his arms wrapping around your waist as you threaded your hand into his hair.

“Hi Scott…since you already woke me up from my beauty sleep, are you going to make up for it?” You smirked, pulling away slightly and he let out a soft laugh.

“You bet, princess.” He smirked, his hands slowly traveling down your back and grabbing your ass, squeezing it to make you let out a small moan. You grabbed the back of his neck and pressed your lips to his feverishly. You traced the seam of his lips with your tongue and he gladly opened. Your tongues battled for dominance as you slowly walked backwards, but you hit the back of your desk, causing the lamp sitting on the edge to fall off it.

You pulled away to see Scott’s shifted yellow eyes and took a breath of fear. You knew Stiles heard. It was a heavy ass lamp and it must’ve sounded like a broken window.

“He’s up..” Scott mumbled, his eyes slowly turning back into the beautiful chocolate brown you were accustomed to.

“Into my closet. Now..” You demanded, pushing your boyfriend into the closet and shut the door quickly behind him.

Stiles opened the door quickly with his bat in hand, wearing only his small Star Wars boxer briefs, ready to attack the non-existent intruders. He looked down to see the broken lamp and gave a sigh of relief, dropping his bat.

“Oh thank god. I thought someone broke in and you got kidnapped or something. I was ready to call Dad and Scott.” He said quickly and jumped over the bed to give you a hug.

“Yeah. It’s fine Stiles… I just woke up and I accidently hit the table and the damn lamp fell.” You lied to him, thanking to god he couldn’t see through your lies.

“You’re lucky dad isn’t here or the whole police squadron would have been here. Let me get a broom so we can clean this up.” He let go, giving a smile and went back to get a broom but a noise came out of the closet and Stiles poked his head back into the room, his whiskey colored eyes matching yours.

“What was that?” He asked suspicious, grabbing his bat for protection again.

You looked at him and gave him a cheeky smile. “Nothing Stiles, probably just Landon messing around in there.”

“O-okay.” He said questionably and left to get a broom. You opened the door to see a smirking Scott holding your black cat, cocking his head slightly.

“Scott! You almost got us caught again!” You whispered yelled at him.

“Maybe I want that to happen.” He looked at you, his gaze unwavering from your own.

“Do you remember what happened freshman year with-” You whispered, your arms crossing over each other until you got cut off.

“Yes. I remember…” He mumbled, his eyes downcasting to the floor.

“Just stay in here a little longer please…then we can cuddle and talk about lacrosse.” You pleaded, giving him your signature puppy dog eyes.

“Okay…” You gave him a kiss on the nose and shut the door before Stiles came in with a broom and dustpan.

“Cat?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, he was messing with my shoes again.” You smiled and helped him the big pieces, throwing them away in the trash.

You finished after fifteen minutes of cleaning up. Stiles constantly looked at the closet door and you bit your lip, hoping Stiles didn’t think anything about it.

“Night (Y/N). Turn the light on when your going around your room next time.” He smiled, the comment joking and heading back to his room.

You loved Stiles. He was your twin brother and was always the person that was there for you but, some of the negatives of being Stiles Stilinski’s twin sister is that he is the most overprotective person you know. You don’t take it a bad way, but when you’re trying to have a good night with your boyfriend, it ruins the mood.

Fifteen minutes passed and you let Scott out of the closet. He let out a long sigh, giving you a longing look.

“Why don’t you want to tell him about us?” Scott whispered.

“We have been over this Scott.” You mumbled, getting into your bed.

“(Y/N), we have been dating for over four months. I’m done hiding from your brother. He’s my best friend, (Y/N).” He didn’t crawl in the bed and you looked at him with a pout.

“But you know what ha-”

“With Jackson at homecoming and then with the “date”. Yeah. That happened two years ago, freshman year and Stiles hit his Porsche with a cruiser. I know. He told me. He told me that no boy is allowed to date you until you’re 90 but I’m in love with you, (Y/N). I don’t care if Stiles gets mad at me and doesn’t want to talk to me…I want to be with you…” He looked like a lost puppy and slowly walked towards you.

“Scott…I’m not ready to tell him. Okay…just maybe soon…” You mumbled. “Can we just cuddle…?”

“Baby-”

“Scott, he will run you over with Roscoe. C-can we please just drop it, okay?” You let out a shaky breath and he took your hand, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.

“Fine…let’s just go to sleep..” he pressed a soft kiss to your hair and your body relished in the feeling and he finally crawled into the bed, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling your body flush against his back.

“I love you so much, (Y/N).” He whispered in your ear and nestled his face into your neck.

“I love you too, Scott. I always will.” You mumbled back and fell into a dreamless sleep, the deep sounds coming from Scott’s chest lulling you into sleep.


The bed was cold and empty in the morning, void of him. He always left before Stiles got up, but of course that meant Scott left when you were asleep and it was awful. You hated hiding away but it was needed. Anytime you mentioned a boy you liked, Stiles would shut you down about it, investigate the kid and make some crazy theory that he was out to kill us.

Stiles never let you go out to parties unless it was Lydia’s and even then, he always made sure either he or Scott was by your side. No miniskirts, no crop tops, nothing revealing to get boys to hit on his baby sister (it was by two minutes, by the way). The only good thing was that you were always with Scott because Stiles trusted him. Lucky enough, you had the biggest crush on Scott and he had the same for you. It started with secret kisses in janitor closets, to hiding away for hours at Lydia’s parties, and now spending the night at your house. You wanted to tell Stiles. You wanted to be open, be able to hold hands, and call him your boyfriend, but you were just scared of the repercussions.

Your phone went off. You grabbed it to see the handsome face of Scott McCall holding a puppy at the shelter.

Scott ~ Morning baby, sorry I left earlier than normal. I heard your dad come in so I left.

Scott ~ Hey, I got something for you at school I need to tell you about.

Scott ~ I love you.

There was a small knock on your door so you couldn’t respond to Scott like you wanted to. Opening the door, there stood your dad, holding a small coffee in his hand with his kind smile.

“Hey kiddo. Stiles told me you broke your lamp last night.” He let out a low chuckle.

“He’s up already?” You rubbed your eyes, taking the coffee from his hand.

“No. Texted me last night.” You nodded and took a sip of the burning hot liquid that, just by the smell, woke you up.

“Yeah…sorry dad. I heard a bird hit my window and I accidently hit the lamp.” You mumbled, leaving the door open and putting down the coffee to find a shirt in your closet.

“Could that bird be named Scott McCall?” Your mouth dropped open and dropped the shirt in your hand. You looked back at him and shook your head sputtering.

“I-I don’t know what you mean dad…” you sputtered, your skin starting to turn hot.

“It’s okay…I won’t tell Stiles. I promise. Just be careful next time.” He shook his head, giving you a small smile.

“You knew?” You asked in bewilderment.

“Sweetheart, I am the sheriff. I know almost everything that goes around here.” He opened the door and was about to shut it until he pointed to the XL condoms he left on the desk.

“Also, don’t forget, there will be no little Stilinski’s and McCall’s running around.” Your dad shut the door and you grabbed the condoms, quickly hiding them away before letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.


Stiles knocked on the bathroom so loudly and profusely that you dropped the curling iron in your hand but luckily, you didn’t burn yourself.

“Stiles! What the hell do you need!” Grabbing the curling iron and putting it back on the counter and opening the door to see your brother with a pissed off look.

“It’s my time for the shower, (Y/N)! Y-what the fuck are you wearing?” He said, looking you up and down with disgust and you rolled your eyes. You’re wearing your shortest shorts that didn’t leave much to the imagination and a tight top with a low neckline.

“I’m wearing clothes, Stiles.” You shook your head and walked back to brush out your hair.

“No. You’re not walking out of the house like that. Go change.” He demanded, crossing his arms as he glared at my outfit.

“Stiles, you’re not dad, and he likes the outfit.” You pushed past him and sashayed to your room, grabbing the stuff you needed for school and left the house without a word from you. You knew Stiles was mad and that was exactly what you needed now.

Scott’s POV

Scott waited at your locker before school everyday. It kind of looked like he was waiting for Stiles, since your lockers were next to each other, so your cover was kept.

It was your idea to keep the relationship a secret and Scott, of course, went with it. He loved you so much and he never wanted you to feel uncomfortable doing anything. It was just awful when he could hear other guys talk about you, like you weren’t his…which technically, in their eyes, you weren’t. It hurt that he couldn’t hold your hand in public, and kiss you before class, and see you in the stands wearing his lacrosse jersey.

It was all Jackson’s fault for hurting you. It was Jackson’s fault for tricking you into a “date” and leaving you in the pouring rain, crying your eyes out. Stiles and him picked you up that night, and he remembered holding you in his arms and he never thought you looked more beautiful than at that moment in time. That was also the time Stiles swore off any guy ever being with his baby sister, and Stiles never forgot that promise.

Scott heard the small sounds of footsteps behind him, shaking him away from the small memory. He grinned slightly knowing it was you, hearing your steady heart beat that always calmed him. He looked behind him, but frowned seeing your sour expression.

“Hey (Y/N), what’s wrong?” He asked softly.

“I don’t know. How about you tell me how my dad knows we are dating?”As you opened up your locker angrily.  

He took a double take, shaking his head. “(Y/N), I-I have no idea. I have always been careful-”

“Well you clearly haven’t, Scott!” You looked at him and his head was staring at the ground.

“You know what? I try, but it’s goddamn hard when your own girlfriend doesn’t even want your own best friend knowing they are together. Or anyone for that matter!” He yelled at you and that made you step back from him. Turning, you slammed your locker and walked away, shaking your head and heading to class.

Scott was pissed at you. All he wanted was you and now he was going to get what he wanted and of course, he thought without thinking and ran right to the baby blue jeep owned by Stiles Stilinski.

“Stiles!” Scott yelled and a head popped out of the hood the jeep, hitting it in the process, which was also followed by a string of curses.

“Yeah, Scotty. What do you need?” Stiles asked, closing the hood and walking over to his best friend, who kept fidgeting with his hands. Scott shuffled in place, staring directly into his best friend’s eyes.

“I’m dating your sister. I have been for a while. I sneak through her window at night, we make out under the bleachers. Hell, I’ve fucked her into oblivion a few times! But she wanted to keep it a secret, which isn’t fair to me. To us. I want everyone to know I’m fucking your sister and that I’m so in love with her, it hurts!“ He stopped as quickly as he started, knowing what he did was a mistake. He closed his mouth and looked for Stiles expression but saw nothing but heard his heartbeat rise.

“I-I’ll talk to you later Scott…” Stiles grumbled and walked away into the school. He let out a frustrated groan and hit the car next to Stiles’, which put a large crater into it. The first bell rang and Scott reluctantly went to class, overthinking what he did. Stiles could be fine with it, he didn’t look that upset but, also, Stiles could just be waiting to get off school grounds to get enough wolfsbane to kill him.

(Y/N) POV

You looked for Scott during lunch, your anger subsiding from earlier and the feeling of guilt hitting you. You couldn’t find him anywhere and you kept sending him texts.

Baby ~ Scott? Where are you?

Baby ~ Scott? I’m sorry.

Baby ~ Please talk to me.

You went outside but to only be confronted by Scott sitting on the benches, staring at his bike. His knee was bouncing wildly as he was lost in thought.

“Scott? Hey, you okay?” You asked softly and he jumped as your touched his arm and he relaxed under your touch.

“Y-yeah…i’m fine.” He mumbled looking down like puppy who got yelled at.

“Hey, what happened?” You sat next to him, hooking your fingers under his chin and pulling it up to make him look into your eyes.

“I told him, (Y/N). I don’t know what got into me but I told him.” He looked down ashamed and felt my heart dropped.

“You told Stiles…what the fuck, Scott! You promised this would be a secret.” You got up slowly, hurt filling you that he went against your own wishes.

“I didn’t know what go into me, I was just so mad that you are so scared to be with me, scared of Stiles-” he rambled but you cut him off.

“I’m not scared of Stiles.” You said, crossing your arms.

“Yes you are! You hid our relationship for months, you even hid it from Lydia for a while because you were scared Stiles was going to find out from her! Your own best friend.” He looked at you and just felt so frustrated.

“That didn’t give you the right to go behind my back and tell him Scott.” You let out a breath to calm yourself from breaking down right there.

Scott didn’t say anything back to you as he just bouncing his knee and that made you even more mad. You got up from your spot and looked down at him, glaring at the boy who had just broke your heart.

“I can’t do this, Scott.” You mumbled. “I can’t be with someone I can’t trust.”

“(Y/N), no. Please don’t walk away. Don’t fucking walk away from me.” He said as you started to head towards your car.

The one thing you didn’t hear was the old Jeep start up and roll towards Scott as he entered the road.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry…please I lov-”

The blue jeep hit Scott at quite a fast pace, causing Scott to be thrown against the pavement and the Jeep to come to a stuttering halt. Scott let out a howl of pain, causing people around you to notice the scene of your brother running over your boyfriend. Scott started to bleed profusely, his skin turning red but also healing at the same time. You tried to move towards him but the pure shock took over you and it felt like your feet were stuck in cement. You finally felt like you were free and ran over to him quickly, grabbing his hand. Tears falling freely from your cheeks as you whimpered, seeing the damage.

“S-Scott…” you said frantically and he didn’t say anything back.

“Scott…wake up…please..” You heard the car door open and Stiles stepping out, walking up slowly behind you.

“(Y/N)..” he whispered softly, looking away from you and Scott.

“Call Dad, Stiles.” You looked at him brokenly, your heart breaking as your didn’t see your brother but more of a monster, as you slowly felt Scott wake up in your arms. You wiped your tears and caressed his hair.

“(Y-Y/N), you don’t know what he s-”

“I don’t give a fuck Stiles! You ran over you’re fucking best friend! Call dad…” you yelled and saw the pack come out of the high school.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know what was happening.” He whispered.

“Don’t talk to me Stiles…I hate you.” You looked at him numbly as Isaac quickly ran over to gently  grab Scott and help you get him in your car and race him to the hospital. You left Stiles in that parking lot, wallowing in the guilt that he had potentially just lost his best friend and little sister and wondering if he was not better than the Nogitsune that had possessed him months before.

anonymous asked:

do u know any good supercorp fan fics

do i ever (these aren’t in any particular order, but they are all complete. i’ve got a whole separate rec list for wip fics if you want it)

  • Oblivious: kara danvers getting jealous of herself for getting to make out with lena is so relatable (lena dates supergirl to make kara jealous)
  • heroism is a full time job: who doesnt want to live with lena honestly??? (protective custody au)
  • the way we mend: domestic! incredible! im gonna cry! (fluff! fluff! fluff!)
  • exception: do u need some musings about love in your life? well ive got just the fic for u! (romance! romance! fluff!)
  • i’ll be there for you (in your darkest nights): fix-it fics have fixed my soul (fix-it fic)
  • I Always Want You: this made me ascend into another plane where everything is okay and life is Good and Nice and Gay (harry potter au)
  • inevitable: i cant believe kara just failed at inventing lying. i cant believe im kara (supergirl reveal fic)
  • when all is shaken: im the one shaken after this fic wow (hurt/comfort)
  • Something to Write About: this is most definitely something to write about (kinda social media au?)
  • Sunlit Honey and Lavender Sunsets: catch me screaming about this fic forever! oh my god! i love jess! i love this fic! aaah! (jess-centric fic!!!)
  • (Super)Man’s Best Friend: im the dog that kara just straight up randomly gives lena (dog fic!!)
  • such unruly heads and hearts: so um i lied this is the one wip on this list because honestly it Changed Me and literally invented the concept of love (harry potter au)
  • negotiations and commands: ever imagined what life would be like if we had gotten krypto in that pod? now u dont have to just imagine it (dog fic!!)
  • Her Brother’s Keeper: i literally cried more than five times while reading this. holy shit. im thinking about it and crying again (angst and fluff and Wow)
  • Did we do that?: theyre so cute! i cant handle it!! theyre s o c u t e!!!! (domestic)
  • no more ferris wheels: i hate ferris wheels too but i love this fic!! (strangers go to a carnival au)
  • Drunk Puppy: i also talk about lena’s eyes when im drunk so this fic really speaks to me (kara appears at lena’s office drunk)
  • For as Long as You’ll Let Me: i cant believe kara just invented support and comfort (hurt/comfort)
  • somewhere i have never travelled: this fic travelled straight into my heart and saved my life from canon supergirl (character study/au)
  • Don’t Let Her Go: protective cat grant? And supercorp? u better believe it!!! (love and cat grant that’s all i need to say)
  • Puppy Love: this fic? cured my depression, made me love dogs even more than i already do, watered my crops,, (dog fic!!!)
  • sun is gonna shine above: ive said this multiple times now but this fic also made me cry several times. and yes i cry a lot but seriously!! this fic!! is so good!! (supercorp with kids au!!)
  • Almost.: fun fact! lena luthor is a nerd who thinks about kissing kara 24/7 i cant believe this is canon (romance romance romance)
  • The Enchanted Florist: its so gay and so touching and i cried reading this one too (lena goes to a flower shop)
  • pain: look i know im ending a fic rec list with a fic named pain but i swear itll only pain u with how good it is (soulmate au)

i bet kara accidentally writes articles about lena all the time, like she’ll get an assignment to write about graffiti or something and she’ll accidentally start writing about how lena sometimes doodles when she’s thinking or she’s writing an article about puppies and she starts talking about lena’s adorable puppy dog eyes. basically kara can’t stop thinking about lena bc she’s really fucking gay for her and it shows in every first draft of her articles

Gabriel

No one talks about the fact that Gabriel had a dog how much do you want to bet it was a runt that was abandoned by its family and Gabriel took it it in because it was JUST.LIKE.HIM. No one talks about how with one look of Sam’s puppy dog eyes Gabriel cracked and brought Dean back because he couldn’t stand seeing Sammy like that. No one talks about the fact he knew he was gonna die when he entered the hotel and HE STILL DID IT. No one mentioned the fact that Gabriel protected Sammy even when Kali was already out meaning he wasn’t just there for her.

Originally posted by polarver


Originally posted by fotokopicibierkek

You forgot something. (StilesxReader)

A/N: This is my first one-shot of Stiles, and I’m excited! Thank you so much to Eli aka  @credxncebarebone who’s always there to help me with my writing, ily

warnings: none

prompt: For the last day of lacrosse week! this goes to @sarcasticallystilinski   and @rememberstilinski I hope you guys like it

Originally posted by stilesstilinski37

Stiles is too hot to be true.

It’s not like I think he’s a perfect human, I’m aware of his awkwardness, and how clumsy can be, but damn, this boy is killing me.

We’ve been friends since forever, and believe it or not I didn’t use to have a crush on him, this happened a few months ago before he broke up with Malia.

“So, you two are a thing now?” I asked, sitting next to him while he stared at the werecoyote, a small smile on his lips.

“I guess… I mean, I never asked but she seems to be ok with us… being a thing, ya know?” He shrugged “It’s weird”

“You’re weird” I smirked “and lucky. She cares about you a lot”

I patted him on the shoulder, he whimpered at my touch and I remembered that he had an injured on his shoulder, he refused to tell me how did he injure, and I was growing worried by the minute.

“Stiles, you need to tell me what happened to your shoulder”

“It’s nothing, ok?” he mumbled, grabbing my hand and giving me a sad smile.

A week passed and he didn’t look better at all, it was driving me insane and I didn’t know what to do.

Scott and Stiles argued, something about killing Donovan, and I couldn’t believe when he admitted all, he said that everything was true.

“Scott, say you believe me” Stiles looked broken, so empty that I knew he felt like shit and he wanted to be forgiven.

But there was nothing to forgive.

Scott didn’t say a word, he went back inside and left me and Stiles, or at least what was left of him.

He turned around avoiding my gaze, and I couldn’t stand it anymore, it was too much.

“I believe you, Stiles” Although it came out as a whisper, it was loud enough for him to hear it.

“Why?” He choked, I didn’t realize he was crying until he turned once more, his eyes red and tired.

“Because you’re my best friend, and I know you” I walked closer, standing right in front of him and looking into his hazel eyes, a strange feeling building in the pit of my stomach.

“I’ve killed people, y/n” The rain was so strong that he almost screamed the last part “I might be human, but I’m not better than the beast”

“How can you say that?” I was on the verge of tears, scared of what he could do if I leave him alone “Stiles, you’re not evil nor a killer, you’re my best friend”

“You deserve better friends” he tried to turn his back on me, I grabbed his arm and walk even closer than I was before, only inches apart from his face.

“I have exactly what I deserve” I mumbled, brushing my nose against his, my heart beating so fast that I’d have sworn Scott heard it “which is a kind, funny, supportive best friend like you, who needs my help more than anything right now, so I’m not going anywhere”

“I think you should, I’m not good enough for you or Malia”

Then I remembered- Malia and Stiles were a thing, they loved each other and I was trying to get in the way, even if it was unintentional, what kind of friend was I?

I stepped back, embarrassed for whatever I was doing and feeling like the worst person in the world.

“Well, you’re wrong” I grumbled, trying to control my heartbeat “and there’s nothing you can say to change that, so shut up and take me home”

I quickly walk to his jeep and climbed into the passenger’s seat, waiting for him nervously.

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anonymous asked:

so, how did you guys all become friends btw?

Matilda: I’m pretty sure we all met in kindergarten, right?

Tori: Yep… And we didn’t really become friends in the most… civil manner.

Matilda: What do you-

Matilda: Ohh… Right. I remember.

Tori: Wasn’t too pretty…

~FLAAAASSHHHHBAAACK~

Tori: Kindergarten, mid-year, I joined the class and I was the new kid. Ell was really nice and approached me. I was super shy as a kid so that was nice of her. We were talking about puppies when I saw Tamara in the corner of my eye. She wasn’t happy for some reason.

Matilda: Oh no…

Tori: Turns out, Tamara was super upset because Ell was hanging out with me instead of her. She was a jealous little kid.

Matilda: Ohh no…

Tori: After Ell introduced me to Tam, she walked away from us but soon returned with a pencil.

Tori: So.. Do you know where this is going?

Matilda: Ohhh n- No actually, where is this going?

Tori: URGH.

Tori: She stabbed me with a pencil.

Matilda: Oh… Ouch.

Tori: YEAH OUCH! That hurt! It was one of the worst pains in my life! AND FOR WHAT? Just because I was talking to Ell!

Matilda: Oh wait! I remember, now. I was watching the whole thing from afar! It got pretty bloody.

Tori: Yeah… But then Ell yelled at her and Tam went to cry in a corner for 12 minutes. As for me.. Well, I had to live with this stupid mark my whole life.

Tori: Unfortunately, it never went away after that incident.

Matilda: Damn, Tamara was a savage. But wait, what happened after?

Tori: What do you mean?

Matilda: You didn’t answer the question? How did we become friends?

Tori: I don’t know, we just did.

Matilda: Huh, I guess stabbing people with pencils does form friendships.

10

(( OOC: Okay…. Charlie Rowe and Lee Pace as Remus Lupin. I have never had stronger feelings for any fancast in my life. 

I mean look at this kid…

He has the sweetest face I’ve ever seen… AND the sad puppy eyes!? WHAT!?

AND LET’S TALK ABOUT LEE-

WTF EVEN IS THIS!?

WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? 

REMUS FREAKIN’ LUPIN, THAT’S WHO!!! 

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ANYTHING SO REMUS IN YOUR LIFE!?

I rest my case. *drops megaphone* )) 

anonymous asked:

things you said when you were scared

“I can’t do this, Yuuri.”

Yuuri wraps his arms around Victor’s middle and squeezes tight. The cold from the rink is seeping into his bones and he relishes in the warmth Victor radiates. “You can.”

“It’s been so long,” he muses quietly, voice solemn. He drags the toe of his blade against the ice and lets his head droop. “And I’m so old.”

“You’re thirty-five; I hardly consider that old,” Yuuri laughs, but it’s truncated and forced. He understands what Victor’s talking about, of course. After thirty, a skater’s body has been through hell and back, and performing is such a feat. The jumps that used to be like climbing hills are now like scaling mountains, and injury is always on the horizon. It’s why Victor decided to retire after his one competitive season skating with Yuuri; it’s why Yuuri’s retiring now, at the ripe age of thirty-one. There’s too much risk. He almost broke his ankle at this year’s Grand Prix from a bad fall. The injury ended up only being a sprain, fixed with a week off the ice, but the doctor said it was a close call and he shouldn’t be attempting quad flips at his age.

Funny enough, it wasn’t until that moment when Yuuri opened his eyes and looked around at his competitors. He’s always had a hefty amount of stamina; it’s what’s kept him going this long, but somewhere along the line he became ancient, competing against men half his age, some not even old enough to be considered men. All of his old competition had tapped out, one by one; Chris, followed by Mikey and Emil, JJ soon after. Leo and Guang-Hong and Senguil and Phichit, they all went back to their studies, or were sick of being in the spotlight, or in Phichit’s case, won several gold medals before deciding that he really wanted to be a doctor. Now only Minami and Yuri remained from his youthful days, young bodies filled out and grown.

It became incredibly clear that his time on the ice, at least competitively, was up. He announced his upcoming retirement the day after the Grand Prix Final, and vowed to make everyone proud in his last season, saying that he would end his career in the fiercest way possible.

And he has. Gold from Nationals and the Four Continents were added to his ever-growing collection, lined up next to Victor’s impressive pile in their bedroom closet. Now it’s time for Worlds, his last competition, and he wants to go out with a bang.

Which requires Victor’s help, if he can get over his fear of being back on competitive ice.

“What if I drop you?” Victor questions, eyebrow raised in chargin. “I don’t want your last exhibition to be ruined.”

Yuuri knocks his shoulder into Victor’s and smiles as lovingly as he can. “I trust you,” he says quietly. “You won’t let me down.”

Victor wrings his hands together and avoids Yuuri’s gaze. He’s still kicking up ice, leaving a mark he knows Nishigori will complain about later, looking almost…afraid?

“Vitya? Are you…scared?”

When Victor doesn’t respond, it’s all the answer Yuuri needs.

“Vitya,” Yuuri says, skating backwards so he can get a full look at Victor’s nervous form. “I know it’s been awhile since you’ve performed publically-”

“Five years,” he interjects.

Yuuri nods. “Five years, but you’re still a living legend. You can do this; you just have to believe in yourself.”

Victor smiles slightly and lets out a soft laugh. “That sounds like what Yakov used to tell me when I was young.” He falls quiet again and brings his eyes up to meet Yuuri’s. “What if I go out there and make a fool out of myself? I can’t do the jumps I used to be able to do. People will notice.”

“Notice what? That you’re human?” Yuuri asks. He places a hand on Victor’s shoulder and skates in closer, bringing their foreheads together. “I can’t skate the way I used to either. It’s called growing up,” he says quietly, then quickly pecks a kiss on Victor’s lips. “We’re already downgrading some of the jumps. I can’t do a quad flip at my age either. Just…trust me, okay?”

Victor loses some of his tension and grins. “That I can do,” he replies quickly, then skates away so that he’s standing on the outskirts of the rink. “I don’t know how well I’ll do, but let’s try.” He picks up his phone from where it’s resting on the boards, thumb scrolling until it pauses over a song. He presses the button, and soon enough a familiar, long forgotten tune begins drifting through the rink.

Stammi Vicino rings out and Yuuri pulls himself into his opening pose. The soft cry of the violin seeps through his bones as he begins his first movements- a lift of the head, a raise of his arm, a glide of his skates. He flies easily into his triple axel and lands with ease, the hiss of the ice beneath his feet mixing in with the notes above. He falls into the beginning of a step sequence and into another jump- this one a double toe loop- before he glances over and finds Victor by his side, nervous smile flitting across his mouth.

Yuuri shoots him a reassuring head nod as they begin their routine. It’s still second nature, even after all these years, and suddenly Yuuri feels like he’s twenty-four again, skating this with Victor after his second place finish at the Grand Prix Final. Their movements are easy going- Victor’s hand on his waist, Yuuri’s fingers clutching Victor’s. Once they get into the thrum of the routine, there is none of Victor’s earlier hesitation. They fly into side-by-side triple flips, then into a series of dips and turns. Victor’s face is utterly elated, eyes shining bright, teeth flashing behind his lopsided grin. Yuuri smiles back too as they fall into their last jump- a quadruple salchow- and lets out a yell when they both land it perfectly. They cling to each other as finish out the rest of their routine, and when the notes fade into the background and silence erupts around them.

“We did it!” Victor exclaims.

“We did,” Yuuri replies back, “We-ump!”

“That was amazing,” Victor cuts him off by pulling Yuuri into his chest. “I haven’t felt that good in years!”

“Vitya…you’re crushing me,” Yuuri mutters into the fabric of Victor’s shirt, lightly bracing his hands on Victor’s arms so he can push back. When he glances up, a red blush rises to his cheeks when he finds Victor looking at him with one of his brilliant, blooming smiles.

“Sorry, I’m just excited,” Victor says. “I can’t wait to perform this with you at the exhibition next week.”

Yuuri lights up like a thousand watt bulb. “Really? You’ll do it?”

Victor smiles. “It would be my honor to skate by the side of the five time World Championship gold medalist.”

“It’s only been four,” Yuuri mumbles under his breath.

“And after next week, it’ll be five. I know it.” Victor sighs contentedly and wraps his arm around Yuuri’s waist. “But you’ll need to be well rested before then. Want to go grab some food?”

Yuuri nods in response and lets Victor lead him off the ice. They take off their skates and head out to a local ramen shop they both love, and Yuuri listens as Victor talks excitedly about a poodle puppy he saw earlier in the day. His eyes trace Victor’s every movement throughout the night, listens to everything he talks about. And when they get back to their shared apartment and fall into bed, Yuuri nuzzles up against Victor’s chest and closes his eyes, whispering one last phrase into the air before he falls under.

“I love you, Vitya,” he mumbles into Victor’s collarbone.

8

What she says: I’m fine. 

What she means: Literally mike and harvey are soul mates/ it’s so fucking obvious from the v moment they meet/ i don’t care if you don’t ship them /even without any romantic or sexual facet to their relationship (yeah right) they complete each other in ways no one else ever could/ need each other in ways they’ve never needed anyone else/ they literally cannot quit each other/ i mean look at their goddamn faces/ those puppy dog eyes - no i’m not just talking about Mike/ i’m also talking about how Bro of All Time Harvey Specter needs this goofy, beautiful, brilliant kid more than his job or his image or his health and honestly, it just kind of hurts that I can’t run through the streets screaming about it. 

Liam Dunbar Prompt

Prompt: Are you really going to sit there playing video games all day when our lives are on the line?

A/N: Just a short cute Liam fluff. Keep on sending me in requests guys!

The was a soft knock on the opposite end of Liam’s door that grabbed his attention.

“Come in” was all he said.

“Hey Liam, I just talked to Scott and Stiles and we think we have a way to defeat the pack of vampires.” (Y/n) states proudly.

“That’s great” he mumbles, barely focusing on his girlfriend standing next to him. Rather than being intrigued by her plan, he was too busy in his round of call of duty to pay attention.

“Hellooooo earth to Liam.” (Y/N) snaps back. “Are you even listening?”

“Yeah just hang on, this round is almost over and I’m kicking ass.”

With a loud huff, (Y/N) takes a seat on the edge of Liam’s bed. She watches as his kill streak increases and a smile grows wider across his face. As the round ends, instead of turning off his PS4 Liam joins another game.

“Liam, what the heck?”

“Oh come on babe, I’m on a roll. Can’t we talk about the plan later?” Liam asks giving his girlfriend the puppy dog eyes.

“Are you really going to just sit there playing video games all day when our lives are on the line?!” (Y/N) said with annoyance laced to her tone.

Liam could hear the aggravation his girlfriend possessed and immediately went to turn off his PS4. Getting up off of his bedroom floor he went and sat next to (Y/N) on his bed. She avoided making eye contact with Liam, because if their eyes met she knew she would forgive him right away and she hates that he has that effect on her. Liam took no time to lace his fingers with hers as they sat there in silence.

“I’m scared.” It was a mumble that escaped (Y/N)’s lips but with Liam’s wolf abilities he heard it clearly.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N). Sorry I’m being such an ass” Liam said. “I just never know how to help. You, Lydia, Scott, and even Stiles always seem to know what you’re doing, but I don’t. I feel like I never even contribute to the pack.”

“That’s crazy Liam. You are insanely strong and have saved my life more times than I can count. If anyone is useless to the pack it’s me, the weak and pathetic human.” Tears began flowing down (Y/N) cheeks as she keeps her eyes focused on the floor. She hated being the weak little human, but both Scott and Liam refuse to let her become like them. Liam always said that although his new abilities are great, it also comes with a large target on your back, a target he didn’t want to burden (Y/N) with.

Liam takes his free hand and wipes away the tears flowing down his girlfriend’s face. A sob escapes her lips causing Liam to immediately engulf her in a large hug.

“(Y/N) you are far from pathetic. You are the most amazing girl I know. It doesn’t matter that you’re human, you are still incredibly smart and sexy as hell. You are so special to me, and I’m sorry if I haven’t always made you see that.”

A small smile crept onto (Y/N)’s face as her glossy eyes met those of her boyfriend’s. Liam placed a soft and intimate kiss on (Y/N)’s forehead which caused all of her fears to melt away.

“I love you” (Y/N) whispered.

“And I love you too.” Liam responded. “Now, why don’t you tell me about that genius plan that you, Stiles, and Scott came up with?”

Imagine #41 (Kellin Quinn) (SWS) (Requested by WizardOfLoneliness)

Request: Cool thanks! Can you do one where like [y/n] is Vic’s little sister and starts dating kellin, but vic doesn’t know and gets freaked out when he finds out. Idk.

A/N: Here you go my love. Hope you like it. Give me your feedback and requests are always open.

“(Y/N), can you come downstairs?”  Vic shouts from downstairs. I snatch the laptop off my lap and jump off my bed. I exit my bedroom-well, the guestroom I crash in on Vic’s house whenever I have a fight with our parents- and jog downstairs, to the living room.
“What is it?” I ask him.
“(Y/N), let me introduce you to my best friend, Kellin Quinn. Kellin, this is my youngest sister, (Y/N)”  I  stand there, watching them in complete starstruck.
“Nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard many things about you.” Kellin says while extending his hand. I feel his eyes burning my skin, my breath hitched in the back of my throat and my heart rate speed up. I shake his hand; oh god, it’s so soft and warm.
“Nice to meet you too” I stutter out; shitt, why do I have to be so weird in front of him.
“Awww, my baby sister is a grat fan of your band… Isn’t she the cutest?”  Vic says, to no one particularly, pinching my cheeks, which I bet that they haven taken a fire red shade.
“She surely is.” Kellin says and winks at me.

[LATER THAT NIGHT]  
“I’ll take out the trash”  I say to Vic.
“Thanks. Um, Danielle is coming over in a few… Do you mind, maybe, um, leave us alone for an hour or so?”  Vic says, scratching the back of his head. I smirk and kiss his cheek.
“Sure, I’ll go hang out with my friends. You two have fun”
“Thanks.”
“No problem. Use protection. Don’t make me an aunt so soon.” I moak him as I grab my phone. I slip in a pair of vans and take a light jacket with me.
“Fuck off” He says, giggling. I stick my tongue out and exit the house.

I place my earphones in my ears and walk to the nearest garbage bin, to throw away the trash. I have a weird feeling that someone is watching me. I just shake it off and throw the trash bag in the bin.

I feel a hand on my shoulder. I guess my reflectants worked pretty fast, cause I just turned around and punched my attacker in the jawline.
“Oh My God” I hear him wince in pain. I remove my earphones and squint my eyes. The lights are off, so it’s pretty dark, but I can still catch sight of those perfectly blue ords under the dim moonlight.
“Oh shit. Kellin are you alright?”  I ask, guilt taking over me.
“You are great at punching” He says, laughing
“I was scared”
“I’ve been calling your name for like 2 minutes.”
“i had my earphones in. I couldn’t hear you. I am so sorry”
“It’s ok.It’s kinda my fault too.”
“If you are looking for Vic, now it’s not the right time. Danielle is coming over.”
“Well, I wasn’t looking for Vic” He says. I furrow my eyebrows and look at him.
“Then why are you here?
"Well, I was looking for  you…” He says and moves some stray hair behind my ear.
“Why?”
“I was wondering if you’d like to grab lunch with me tomorrow…”
“Oh… Um,sure, why not?”
“Great.. Here is my number”  He says and hands me a piece of paper, with his number scribbled on it.
“Um, Kellin?…”
“Yes?”
“Actually, would you mind if we went for a walk right now? I mean Danielle is coming over and Vic kinda kicked me out for a few hours, so I have plenty of time. And I feel kinda guilty for your jaw.” I say and bite my lip. He chuckles and extends his elbow.
“Sure.Where do you want to go, beautiful?”  He asks and I blush.

[6 MONTHS LATER]  
“(Y/N), we are going out for dinner. Wanna come?”  Vic asks me. I am sitting in the back lounge, waiting for them to leave so I can sneak out and meet Kellin.
“Nah, I feel a bit off. It might be from the trip…” I say, hoping that Vic and the guys will bite it. Truth is that I am a bit exhausted but I came to visit them on tour so that I can see Kellin too. Sure, I’ve missed my brothers but I was with them the whole day, I think that it’s Kellin’s turn now.
“Vic, let her be. My baby sister wants to rest” Mike says, embracing me and kissing my forehead.
“She is my baby sister too, you know..” Vic says and embraces me too.
“Group hug…” Jaime shouts and joins in. Tony chuckles, but joins in too.
“Guys.Can’t. Breathe” I say, pretending to be breathless.
“Ok. We are going. We might be late.” Vic says, kissing my cheek.
“Ok, have fun” I greet them.

I wait until I hear the door click and grab my phone. I quickly text Kellin that the guys are gone and get up to get ready. I slip in a pair of ripped skinny black jeans and a white lacy top. I renew my make-up, using just some foundation, mascara and a light lip-gloss. I pick up my combat boots and leather jacket and grab my phone and wallet. Right on time.

I exit the bus and head to the spot where Kellin and I have arranged to meet.  I hear footsteps approaching me and I start to freak out. I feel a hand on my shoulder and a warm  breath on my neck.
“Don’t punch me” I hear a familiar voice whisper in my ear. He kisses my neck and spins me around.
“Asshole.” I say smiling.
“You look gorgeous too”  He moaks me. I kiss his lips softly.
“MMM, marshmellow lip-gloss. Quiet tasty. Let me try it again and see if I like it.” He says and kisses me deeply.
“I definately like it” He says. I smack his chest.
“Dork.” I say.  He smacks my ass, lightly.
“Move your pretty ass darling” He says, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

We walk until we find a restaurant. Kellin opens the door for me, bowing a bit.
“Why… Thank you mister”
“anything for you my lady” He kissses the top of my hand. We walk to a guy behind a desk and he smiles at us.
“Reservation for 2 under the name Kellin Quinn.” Kellin says
“Welcome Mr. And Mrs Quinn” The man says. I blush. He leads us to our table and brings us the menus.
“it sounded weird.” I say, once the man leaves.
“It suits you.” He says, smiling.
“Don’t rush things, Mister”
“I don;t. But we have to begin from somewhere” He says and scans the menu.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, we have to begin from somewhere. For example, stop being a secret.”  He says.
“Mike and Vic are going to kill you”
“They won’t” He says. I cock my head to the side. He chuckles and looks at me sweetly.
“Can we not talk about it tonight and have fun?”  I ask ,taking my puppy eyes. He kisses the too of my hand and nods.
“Sufe, baby girl.”
The waiter comes and takes our order. The rest of the meal runs smoothly until, the cute little fight about the bill in the end. Of course, he convinced me in the end and paid the dinner.

We exit the restaurant and began  strolling around the town hand in hand, my head resting on his chest, listening his steady heart beat .
“You know what would be perfect?” He asks me out of nowhere.
“What?”
“If we slept outside,under the stars…”  He says
“Sounds perfect…” I say, turning to face him. I kisss him and he kisses me back. It seems perfect, It feels perfect.
“(Y/N), Kellin?”  I hear someone behind us. Someone, familiar. I pull away and look at them: Vic.
“Vic…” I stutter out. He and Mike look at us, shocked. I hear Kellin gulp and the rest of the group chant.
“Is it… Are you… Are you, together?”  Vic asks.
“Yes. Yes we are. And I am soory we had to hide it from you .”   Kellin says. His voice is steady, like he is not afraid of the consiquences.
“For how long are you together?” Mike asks.
“6 months” I say and bite my lip. Vic looks at me disappointed.
“And what if you get hurt again? And what if you break up? He is kinda my best friend.”
“I promise I won’t hurt her. She means a lot to me.” Kellin says and I melt.
“I don’t know how to feel about it. Give me a sec.”    Vic says and brings his palms to his face.

2 agonizingly slow minutes later he looks at us.
“Hurt her and you are dead. And you young lady, are grounded for the next 2 days. And keep your sex life to yourselves.” Vic says. Kellin bro hugs him and Mike hugs me.
“And Quentes is real…” Mike shouts and we all laugh.

anonymous asked:

FRAs reactions to finding out mc is super talented in all things musical? singing, playing an instrument, writing music etc

First imagines post!

Yoosung

- You guys are spending the day at the college library

- while cute little Yoosung is studying you check out a book on writing music (not for the first time)

- you sit down across from him and begin reading

- Yoosung glances up and thinks your reading another langauge

- “MC…?”

- you explain this is how music is made

- his eyes go wide and he begs you to teach him, you tell him to keep studying

- he does but he keeps giving you this woman puppy dog eyes

- you sigh

-when begin talking about notes and measures he’s so confused

-eventually he gives up

Jaehee

-There was an old guitar in the back of Jaehees closet

-you pulled it out while she was at work and brushed your hand over the strings

-you used to play when you were little

-You begin to play and forget the time

-you play for hours until Jaehee got home

-she heard you playing and was amazed

-she stood in the doorway until you stopped

-it had taken her a year to play one chord on the damned thing

-she stood there for an hour

-She clapped when you finished

Zen

-Zen likes to bring you on set with him some days

-one day he decides putting a microphone on you might be cool

-after you guys mess around for awhile you go to hangout back stage

-too pass the time you begin to sing

-it’s one of those cheesy songs on the radio

-your finishing the chorus when zen bursts in

-“MC your hot!”

-????

-He tells you your mic is on (hot)

-you look down and sure enough

-your so embarrassed!

-you hold your breath as he turns it off

-Zen thinks your cutest when your all pink

-uh oh zens gonna be late for rehearsal

Jumin

-Jumin does not like being away from you

-so naturally your spending the day at C&R

-like all fancy places there’s a grand piano in the lobby

-it’s dusty

-you remember when you used to play in ninth grade

-maybe you remember?

-you take a seat and begin to play

-eventually your full out Beethoven style

-You forget your in a populated lobby

-eventually a crowd gathers around

-you notice but it would be awkward to stop playing

-when Jumin comes looking for you he’s pleasantly surprised

-he has no clue how a piano even worked

-Sheltered bby

-he has got that little half smile on his face you know the one

-he’s gonna buy a piano for his house now

-whoops he already bought it

707

-It all started when Seven found his new favorite song and started playing it over and over and over

-eventually it was engrained your mind

-he was dead meat

-the next morning he heard you singing it in the shower

-He literally bust down the door

-what was that in his hands.

-was that.. an accordion,

-oh my god it is

-ohmygod he’s playing the song on accordion While your in the shower

-smh seven

-you love him too much not to keep singing

-eventually your voice turns into a bad screechy southern accent

-what are you two even doing anymore

Love Me

[title]: love me

[pairing]: shawn mendes x reader

[requested]: yes – (x)

[summary]: #33 | “i’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

[warnings]: swearing

[author’s note]: this was a really cute concept aw

by the way PLEASE BE SPECIFIC when requesting from a prompt list, i really don’t want to mess up any of your requests :)

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Originally posted by mendesforever


A hasty groan slips past your lips as your eyes scan the handwritten letters on the small flash card.

“Which polymers occur naturally?” You mutter, your mind all of a sudden going blank.

You adjust your reading glasses, desperately searching your brain for the answer to this simple question. It was just one of those studying days, since finals were in a few days. You needed to get all of the studying done for all of your classes because you needed to pass with a 3.8 GPA or higher; it was what you expected of yourself.

The funny thing is that you don’t mind studying, you like it, actually. But when you do study, stress comes strolling in as well. Usually you were really good at studying, but lately you couldn’t keep your focus. Too much was on your mind. Your thoughts were cluttered with scientific phrases and math equations, and you couldn’t get a break from self doubt and worry.

“Fuck.” You mutter, turning the card over. “Starch and cellulose. Damn it.” You shake your head, dropping the flash cards on your mattress, rubbing your face with your hands, stressed. You shift your body on your mattress as you lay on your stomach.

“Y/N…” A whine emits from beside you. You look over at Shawn, completely forgetting he had been with you all along.

“What, Shawn?” You snap, immediately feeling guilty. You shouldn’t be taking out your frustrations and stress on Shawn, and you knew it.

“I’m bored.” Shawn whines, leaning his head against your shoulder.

You sigh. “I’m studying right now, Shawn.” You tell him as if he was a four year old.

A growl-like groan slips past his mouth. He didn’t want to wait for you to finish.

Today was just one of those days. It was a Sunday and once again, you had held off your responsibilities all weekend. This happened often since your boyfriend was Shawn Mendes, and he acted like a child whenever he didn’t get what he wanted. You didn’t even want to talk about his puppy eyes and plump lips.

Shawn collapses next to you, his head resting next to your arm, his fluffy hair lightly brushing your skin.

Your eyes study the next flashcard, immediate frustration making your muscles tighten.

Shawn feels your muscles tense, so he starts nudging your arm with his head like a needy dog that just wants attention.

“During fractional distillation, hydrocarbons are separated according to their…” You think for a minute. “Melting point.” You flip the card over. “Boiling point, same thing, damn it!”

Right when you’re about to read the next card, you feel a light poke on your arm continuously.

You look over to see Shawn looking up at you, his chin resting on his forearm on the bed. His hair is messy and a little frizzy, but his eyes stare at you widely. He looked adorable.

As much as you wanted to snuggle with him all day, you had to study your ass off if you wanted to ace your finals.

“Shawn, I can’t now. I’m sorry.” You say, barely shrugging off his sad expression.

“Love me.” Shawn whines, dragging out the ‘e’. “Y/N.” He pokes you again. “I hope you know I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

You ignore him, reading over the words on the next flash card.

“Water-based liquids can be described as acidic—”

“Y/N, please.” He whines again. “I want kisses.”

“—neutral, or basic, with the—”

“LOVE ME—”

“Shawn!” You yell, throwing your cards at him. “Please.”

“B-But…” Puppy eyes.

You roll your eyes, pressing your lips to his hard. He’s slightly taken aback by your actions, thinking you wouldn’t actually kiss him since you’re the most stubborn person ever, but he kisses back soon after.

“Happy?” You ask, pulling away as he pouts at the loss of your touch.

He thinks for a moment, staying silent. He stares at the wall, his eyes slightly dilating. You raise an eyebrow at him expectantly.

“I want muffins.”


short but

i love him

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— october 19th, 2016

Will you share your life with me...? Part 4

Will you share your life with me for the next ten lifetimes?

The next months felt like heaven to Sanji, even more if he compared them to his journey in hell when the crew fell apart for the first time. Sure, he missed his crewmates (and if you asked him about Zoro, he might even change his normal expression), but he couldn’t imagine other person to live this improvised retirement with. He would wake up every day and make breakfast while he heard Nami humming happily in the morning as she watered her beloved tangerine trees. Then they both would have breakfast and talk about the smallest things, still in their pijamas. Sometimes Nojiko would appear out of nowhere and scare them both, and when that happened, Nami used to grab her sister by the shoulder and take her with her. Sometimes he heard them yell at each other, sometimes all he could hear was laughter. He didn’t understand their weird relationship, but Nami always came out fully-dressed and with a brilliant smile, looking as beautiful as always.

But sometimes, he preferred her when she was just wearing a messy bun and a large t-shirt, just like every morning. It was a strange feeling, but it felt like she was wearing something more intimate than any bikini she ever wore. Still, he couldn’t complain about those either. It was like every piece of fabric was made to be worn by her, or at least to him it was.

Some days they would go for a walk, and visit Belle-mère’s grave. Nami would tell their adventures to the wind, and he held Nami tighter when tears started to fall on her face. And although it was hard to see her breaking down, he really appreciated those moments where she let her barriers down, and she let him in. Moments like that brought them closer.

They would often visit the Baratie, and Zeff and the rest of the shitty cooks in there would always joke about giving them the table with the most romantic view. To the happy couple, they used to say. At first, Nami was the first one to deny every sign of relationship they could have (and not just to Zeff, but also to her sister, Genzo and practically everyone), but as time passed by, Nami would smile and sometimes even joke about it. He didn’t know what to think about that, either. Was she starting to have feelings for him, or was it the contrary? Could he hold his hope or should he give up already? But a man doesn’t give up, not without having tried at least a hundred times. And he preferred not to count how many times he had failed, so for him, every chance was the first one. And every time she didn’t say “no” was a little spark of hope.

By the end of the fifth month, he started to feel like luck was finally on his side. Or at least, romance was. And what else could he need? Well, if he started to think about it, he would need Genzo’s approval, but he was starting to think that he may tolerate him a bit more than at the beginning. Sure, he liked to remind him of how no man alive could deserve Nami, but he said it softly, and gave him a pat on the shoulder. And he was sure that meant something. There are moments when just a look is enough to know what the other is trying to say, and Sanji knew that this was just the same. However, he never dared to ask what exactly did Genzo mean with that: was it an encouraging gesture? Or a “good luck: you’ll need it” one? Anyway, he wasn’t going to give up. He knew that even if he would want to (which, to be clear, he didn’t), he couldn’t. He was too tangled in her orange locks, too lost in her brown orbs.

And he had Nojiko on his side, of that he was pretty sure. And as the good strategist he was, he knew that a strong ally could mean everything. In war and in love, the battlefield is a cold place, and when things are going down, it’s better to have someone cheering you up than sinking just by yourself.

One day, while he was doing laundry, he overheard one of the secret conversations between the sisters. He didn’t mean to stop and listen, but his curiosity won that battle.

“… C’mon, haven’t you seen how he looks at you?” Nojiko said, but he heard no answer from the redhead. “Yes, that’s exactly the face I’m talking about. And you know those puppy eyes don’t work on me, so you could save them and answer me.”

Sanji heard Nami pant before saying anything “Okay, I may have noticed something. But it’s nothing new, his tongue just hangs out whenever he sees a skirt, I swear.”

Wait, were they talking about him? Did she really think of him that way? And how could Nojiko not fall for Nami’s puppy eyes? Sanji had so many questions.

“Well I haven’t seen him flirting with anyone but you since he came here. And you said it yourself before, he doesn’t even flinch when a hot girl crosses the door of the Baratie. Doesn’t that mean something?”

“I only said it was weird, since he used to that and now he doesn’t!” Nami refuted, and he was sure she was holding her anger.

“Then you’re admitting I’m right, sister” Nojiko laughed, and Sanji could almost hear Nami’s body relaxing “You’re just avoiding the obvious because you are too afraid of getting hurt that you prefer to keep thinking he’s some sort of womanizer.”

“He’s not!” Nami yelled, much to Sanji’s relief. “He’s a gentleman.”

“Then where the hell is the problem? The way I see it, you two have nothing to lose. He clearly likes you, and if you allow me to say it, I think he loves you. And just by looking at your red face right now, I can tell you feel the same.” Nojiko stated.

Sanji waited for Nami’s response. He knew he should leave, but he couldn’t, not without hearing her answer.

“Fine, you win.” Nami admitted, and Sanji swore his heart skipped a beat. “I may have developed feelings for that stupid cook. So what? It’s not like anything is going to change!”

“And why not?” Nojiko asked the same thing Sanji was questioning “It’s a simple equation: him plus you equals a relationship! And me getting a beautiful bridesmaid dress at your wedding, and don’t get me started with kids, because I’m gonna be the best auntie ever!”

Wedding? Kids? Sanji couldn’t process all that information quickly enough, and when he heard the slightliest movement on the room, he ran like hell, with the bad luck of bumping into Genzo.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? You almost kill me!” he complained, too loud for Sanji’s own good “What were you doing? Were you spying on Nami? Or worse… were you sneaking out of her room?!”

“No, sir, I’m sorry but I…” Sanji started to apologize, even though it wouldn’t matter, because Genzo only believed what he wanted to believe.

“This is how you pay me for everything I did for you? I let you in my village, I let you in this house, and you can’t show a minimum of decency?!”

“Actually, I was just running to make you three a snack, if that’s okay” Sanji lied, trying to sound convincing. The last thing he needed right now was Genzo doing another one of his solo shows.

“Oh, okay. That’s… That’s really thoughtful of you, young man.” Genzo said, and let him go.

Just as Sanji was walking out on his way to the kitchen (because he now had to prepare three snacks before Genzo suspected a thing), Genzo called his name. He turned back, just to see him smiling.

“Good luck with that, by the way.” He said with a wink, before disappearing.

“What the hell does that mean?” Sanji thought. Was he talking about him and Nami? No, he couldn’t… But what if he had? He didn’t need luck, though. He needed a plan. His eyes were the very image of hope, and he couldn’t believe his luck: Nami, his Nami, his redhead goddess, liked him. And not like she liked Luffy, or Usopp, or the marimo. She like liked him. But there was no time to lose, he needed to act before it was too late. He took his Den-den mushi and called the Baratie.

“Welcome to the Baratie. What can I offer you?” a monotone voice said.

“Shitty old man, you better save me the best table for two you have!” Sanji said happily.

“That lady finally settled for you? I pity her” the voice responded, with a laugh. If Sanji didn’t know Zeff like he did, he may have thought he was insulting him, but he knew that deep down he was smiling. He knew that he was proud.

“I will need you to prepare the most romantic ambiance you can. Don’t skim on it! After all, it’s not every day when your little eggplant gets to declare to the love of his life.”

“Actually, it is! You have been swooning over her the moment she walked in the first place. But don’t worry, we’ve got it all covered here, son. Now, what should we put on the menu?”

“Nami-san’s favorite dishes, of course. I lend you a list the last time, you should have it on the kitchen. Also, I need a fruit salad to be the final dish. It’s a tradition.”

When Sanji told her he had booked up a reservation in the Baratie, and that everything was set up for dinner, Nami felt confused. She didn’t remember having agreed on going to dinner that soon again. However, she didn’t complain. The Baratie meant free exquisite food and a big smile on Sanji’s face, and even if she wouldn’t admit it, she couldn’t say no to that happiness he radiated when he walked in that restaurant. She guessed it would happen the same with her and Cocoyashi, right? And they were here a whole lot more than in there, so it wasn’t fair.

Nami’s concern grew stronger the closer they got to the floating restaurant. They took a little ship, as always, but when Nami grabbed the helm, Sanji didn’t even mutter something about doing it himself, like he usually did. He seemed off. Was something wrong? She couldn’t help but worry, although his expression wasn’t tense at  all. Maybe he had something important to discuss with Zeff? Whatever it was, she didn’t feel like interfering. After all, he never did it when she was talking with her sister, and she appreciated that. That allowed them to have conversations like the last one… Her face turned red while thinking about it. How embarrassing would it have been? She almost admitted she liked him! Nami tugged her dress. Her sister convinced her to wear it just in case it was a date, and she ended up doing what she said. Of course it wasn’t a date, but if it was, she admitted she wouldn’t have said no. And that was enough for her sister to swing around the house like crazy, apparently.

Finally, they arrived to the Baratie. Sanji took her hand and drove her headfirst. He had been practicing his speech in his head during the run, but he couldn’t remember a single word now. He breathed heavily, trying not to panic.

“You can do this” he whispered to himself.

“Do what?” Nami asked him. He always forgot her sensitive hearing, didn’t he? Luckily, Zeff welcomed her and lead her to their table. Sanji had to admit the work was impeccable, and Nami’s smile was so wide he almost felt his heart melting. God, that woman could really bring him down without even muttering a single word.

“What is this?” Nami asked Zeff, her eyes examining every slight change of the restaurant. “It’s not Valentine’s Day, is it?”

She pointed at the table, filled with rose petals.

“Just sit down, miss” Zeff responded with a smile “Your meal will be served in a minute.”

Zeff gave a little tap in the shoulder to Sanji as he headed to the kitchen.  That was it. It was time.

“Sanji-kun…” Nami called his name, before he could say a word “What is going on? Is this because of Usopp?”

Usopp? Why would it be about Usopp? His face had to look like a puzzle, because Nami laughed and explained herself.

“It turns out our friend Usopp got engaged with her childhood crush just a few hours ago. I thought he told you.”

Usopp, engaged? Sanji couldn’t believe. Him, out of all people, the first one to get married! And there was him, who still couldn’t confess his feelings properly to the woman she loved, even though she was standing right next to him.

“No” he managed to say “I didn’t know about Usopp, and this is definitively not about him. This is all because of you. Listen, I… I don’t even know how to start to tell you how much you mean for me. You’re gorgeous, you’re witty, you’re everything I try to tell you when you roll your eyes; but you tend to ignore me, and don’t get me wrong, because I know I can be a little annoying, but that’s just my way to be perseverant. Because I do know one thing: You don’t give up on the things you love. And I’ve never loved anyone as much I love you.”

Nami opened her mouth to speak, but Sanji kept going.

“And I guess I never thought I actually had a chance with you, so I stuck with our friendship. I thought that would be enough, because it was the only thing I aspired to. But then… And please don’t get to angry at me right now because I know Zeff is probably looking at us and I don’t want him to see it, but I kind of heard a piece of conversation you had with your sister, so I’m sorry for that. But I can’t apologize for what I heard, because it made me feel like the luckiest man alive. I guess what I’m trying to say is… Will you share your life with me for the next ten lifetimes?”

After his speech, Nami was a complete mess. She felt angry because she spied on them, she was also embarrassed for what he heard, but she was… Happy. Like, extremely happy. And relieved. Since he asked her out, now she didn’t have to do it herself.

“I think I can handle that” Nami responded, grabbing him by the tie and pushing him closer to her. She was so close she could feel his heart beating really fast, his heavy breathing right next to hers. She saw excitement in his eyes, and she stepped even closer. So close their lips were almost touching. But she decided that wasn’t close enough, so she kissed him. It was slow but passionate for her, and simply perfect for him.

“So how much is it to share our lifes for not one, but ten lifetimes?” she asked when they distanced.

“Just as much as you want it to be” he said, stepping closer once again.



Ohmygod I can’t believe this series is finally over. Part 4 was longer than I expected, but I hope I didn’t dissapoint you. I’m gonna miss these two like crazy, so I’ll probably start another fic right away.

Thank you for the lovely comments throughout this project, and of course, for reading it! ♥

Yeah? Yeah.

Lin Manuel Miranda x reader
+ slight Daveed x reader I guess

Summary: Reader goes on as Angelica for the first time, while trying to figure things out with Lin.

Warnings: Like, two swear words?

Word count: 1035

A/N: My first Hamilcast fic and my first RPF.


Lin popped his head into your dressing room. “(Y/N), you’re on tonight!” he said excitedly. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m on every night, Lin.”

“No,” he shook his head, “I mean you’re on as Angelica! Renee couldn’t make it.” You froze and felt your heartbeat quicken.

“Shit.” He laughed and rolled his eyes.

“You’ll be fine!” He yelled as he walked away.

“Lin? Get back here!” You said, panicked, but he didn’t turn back.

You spent the next couple hours stressing, half hoping something would happen so that you wouldn’t have to preform. Maybe you could get hit my a car? Or suddenly be very ill? You were part of the ensemble and just that, but this evening were going to play Angelica Schuyler. You weren’t ready.

When Lin asked you a month ago if you were willing to learn the part so that you could step in instead of Renee if there was such a need, you nearly declined. You weren’t good with having the spotlight on you. As an ensemble member, you were part of a group and no one ever concentrated on just you. You were going to apologise and say that you weren’t able to do it, but then Lin smiled and pulled those cute puppy eyes and started talking about how you would be amazing and you had grudgingly agreed.

It was because of that stupid crush. When you first met him, you knew you would immediately be friends. He had an amazing energy in him and always made you laugh and feel extremely happy. You had similar interests and quickly grew to know each other really well. It was a couple months after you started performing when you realised you had a crush on him. You really couldn’t help it, he was perfect. Smart, handsome, witty, funny.

You groaned into your arms as you lay on the couch of the ‘chill room’.

“I’m gonna fuck this up.” you said and heard someone behind you laughing.

“Shut up Daveed.” You grumbled and sat up.

“Come on (Y/N), you’re gonna be great. Seriously? What’s with the self doubt?” He asked, sitting next to you and nearly squashing you.

“I don’t like being centre stage.”

“But don’t you want to have a chance to flirt with Lin?” You elbowed him hard. “What? I know you have a crush on him, you’re kinda obvious sometimes. He likes you too you know?”

“Ha ha, yeah right.” You scoffed, but smiled. Daveed was a good friend.

“(Y/N)?” You heard Lin calling out, probably to tell you to get ready and give you a pep talk. You turned to Daveed with tired eyes.

“Gotta go.” You stood up to leave but Daveed grabbed your arm to stop you, his eyes glinting.

“I’ll show you he likes you.” He tugged on your sleeve and brought you to him. He placed a hand on your neck and moved towards you, hovering just centimetres above your lips, silently asking for your permission. You nodded, unsure and suddenly he was kissing you passionately.

“(Y/N)?” Lin entered the room and you immediately turned around to him.

“Sorry.” He stuttered, red as a beet, looking unsure and maybe you were imagining it, but a little sad? “I, um… I’ll see you later.” He quickly walked out and you looked at Daveed, who was smirking. You pushed him away.

“Talk to the guy. You two need to get together.” He got up to go.

“Hey, you don’t get to just walk away!” You called after him and he laughed.

“You’ll do great as Angelica, stop stressing. Now go find Lin.” He left.

You had half an hour before the show started and decided it would be better to talk to Lin sooner than later. You found him in his dressing room, going through some papers.

“Hey, am I interrupting?” You asked, knocking on the door.

“Just looking at some fanart.” He said, not meeting your eye.

“Listen Lin,-“

“You and Daveed, huh?” He interrupted you with a smile, which could have passed as natural, had you not known him so well.

“There’s no me and Daveed Lin. He wanted to rile you up and kissed me when he heard you coming.” You shuffled awkwardly. “Just… wanted you to know that.” There was an awkward silence and you turned around to leave. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. I’m just gonna-“

“Good.” He met your eye. “I… it’s good that you two aren’t together.”

“Lin…”

“15 minutes till places.” You heard over the comm and hesitated.

“I gotta go get ready, talk to you later?” You didn’t want to leave like this but the both of you needed to get into costumes.

“Yeah, good luck.” He smiled fully and went up to hug you. “You’ll be great.”

The show was spectacular and you didn’t mess anything up. When you finished, you were greeted by a standing ovation. As you exited the stage, you were immediately swept up by your cast mates congratulating you.

You quickly changed into normal clothes and made your way to Lin’s dressing room. You met Jonathan on your way and raised your eyebrows.

“Giving you some space.” He winked and you smiled. You entered the room and was met by Lin in a t-shirt and Hamilton’s pants.

“Hi.” You said and sat down in one of the chairs. “You were great today.”

“Me? I was nothing compared to you, you were amazing!” He exclaimed.

“Thanks. I guess we haven’t finished the conversation from before?” You said, not quite sure of the situation. He laughed.

“Yes.” He stood in front of you. “(Y/N). I really like you. Would you like to go out on a date with me sometime?” Despite his confident voice, you could see he was nervous. He was wringing his hands and looking down at his feet. “I mean, we can also forget that  this ever happened, I don’t want to make things awkward.”

“Lin.” He looked up at you. “I really like you too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Later on, you got a text from Daveed.

Are you two banging yet, or do you want me to help with that? ;)


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