the way he held her hand ;a;

Happy Birthday!!!

So today is @tylertheinnovator ‘s birthday so I wanted to share a quick birthday drabble ^_^ I know you like Marichat and Coffee shop AUs so here you go. Hope you like it! 

(Not Gonna lie I got way more invested with this than I should have and am tempted to turn it into a short story) 

“Coffee for… Seriously? Ima Catch?  Really scraping the bottom of the barrel today aren’t we Chat?”

Marinette smile and she held out the large black coffee to her favorite regular customer as he smirked proudly from his place lounging against the pick-up counter.

“What can I say princess? Sometimes you gotta just go with the classics.” He took the coffee from her and immediately put it down on the counter, instead catching her hand and placing a delicate kiss on her fingertips. “So tell me Marinette, have you finally decided to take pity on this poor stray and agree to one, measly date?”

“Yes! Please, for the love of God yes!” Alya called out from the far side of the counter, much to the surprise of the customer she was assisting.

Marinette could feel her cheeks burning and Chat tried and failed to reign in his laughter.  

“It looks like someone is on my side at least,” he teased.

“And I told both of you, I don’t date guys who’s names I don’t know,” she replied, although her traitorous hand had yet to pull away from his. He had now begun rubbing his thumb in soft, delicious circle against her skin.

“I told you before, I promise- cat’s honor- I will tell you my name, address, hell my whole life history- at the end of our first date.”

“Why not just tell me now so that you actually have a shot at said date?” she asked for the dozenth time, wondering what absurd excuse he would give this time for the continued anonymity.

Instead of the teasing smile she was expecting, his whole demeanor drooped, his eyes dropping to their joined hands. “Because if I tell you, you are going to say no.”

Marinette gaped at him in surprise wondering what sort of secret could possibly be so terrible that it would make her instantly turn away a charming, good looking, and- if the number of coffees he had purchased over the last two months of their acquaintance where anything to go by- decently well off young man.

Before she could ask him something to that effect, a high pitched squeal echoed through the small café. Marinette could feel her entire body tense in loathing. She knew that squeal.

“OH MY GOD! ADRIKINS!!! IS THAT YOU!!” Shrieked Chloe Bourgeois, bounding into the shop with the same domineering arrogance that she had displayed all throughout their school years.

“Adrikins?” Marinette couldn’t help but snicker at the horrifying pet name, wondering what poor soul was being forced to suffer the affections of her long time enemy.

Chat when pale before literally face planting himself against the counter, his head buried under his arms as he muttered incoherently.


“Adrichou I haven’t seen you in- Oh my God it’s you.” Chloe’s cheerful façade dropped as she caught sight of Marinette.

“Hello Chloe.”

“Hello Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“Is it really necessary to use my entire name? We have literally known each other since we are five.”

“Adribear,” Chloe said pointedly ignoring Marintte, “what are you doing here of all places?”

The miserable lump on the counter didn’t reply, instead he just let out a low frustrated moan.

Marinette decided to take pity on her poor friend. If she had Chloe chancing her around making up embarrassing pet names she would probably have resorted to an alias too.

“Given how this is a coffee shop, I would assume he is here to get coffee.” Marinette said flatly, putting a hand protectively on Chat shoulder and holding back a smile when his hand clamped over hers like a life line.

“Adrien hates coffee.” Chloe replied, rolling her eyes at Marinette as if this was common knowledge.

“You do?” Marinette asked surprised, looking down at her still cowering friend. She tried to remember if she had ever actually seen him drink any of the dozens of coffees he had ordered. Unfortunately her brain was a little preoccupied screaming Adrien, Adrien, Adrien, over and over, as if she might forget his name if she didn’t drill it into her memory. Adrien. It suited him.

“Please don’t hate me,” he moaned, burying himself somehow even deeper into the protection of his arms.

“Adrien what are you…” Chloe began and then looked back and forth between him and Marinette with a look of mixed comprehension and horror. “Oh Adrien tell me you didn’t.”

“Please go away,” Chat… no Adrien, pleaded.

“Adrien Christophe Agreste I can’t believe that you are slumming it with some waitress!”

“Uh, the term is barista, and he is hardly slumming,” Alya introjected angrily having finally finished off the last of the customers and hurried over to observe the drama, “plus anything would be considered and upgrade after you.”

Chloe and Alya glared at each other, but Marinette was too distracted by Chloe’s latest statement to care.

“A-Agreste?” she stuttered, and felt Chat-Adrien- grasp her hand even tighter as if terrified she was going to disappear.

“Yeah, Adrien Agreste, son of fashion icon Gabriel Agreste, ring any bells?” Chloe spat. “And here I thought you wanted to be a fashion designer.”

Oh it rang plenty of bells.

Marinette was sure she was a brilliant shade of red as Adrien finally looked up at her apologetically.

Her mind flashed back to the first conversation she had ever had with “Chat Noir”, she had been in the middle of a long and very loud rant with Alya about… oh God…

“You said you don’t believe in dating co-workers,” Adrien muttered, his own face a brilliant scarlet. “So I figured…”

“Really Adrikins,” Chloe interrupted, not having listened to a word Adrien said, “what has gotten into you lately? I mean a couple months ago you were pining over some intern of your dad’s and now you’re mooning over Marinette of all people.”

Adrien dropped his head back to the counter as Marinette let out a long unintelligible shriek.

“Marinette, didn’t you start interning at Gabriel a few months ago?” Ayla asked slyly.

“Just kill me now.” Adrien groaned.


sixofcrowsnw challenge (take two) week 1: best moment of your otp | nina x matthias 

Nina was curled up next to Matthias on the couch, her head resting on his shoulder, her feet tucked beneath her, fingers stained with strawberry juice. He felt strange sitting this way, in Fjerda, even a husband and his wife showed little affection in public. They held hands and might dance at a public ball. But he liked it, and though he could not quite relax, he couldn’t bear the thought of her moving away from him.


- their performances were on point
- they played “guess the item in the box” and mark’s team got tapioca.. when it was Mark’s turn to touch it he was just caressing it LMAO
- jinyoung and yugyeom had cute af moments
- bambam dabbed
- JB got called a giraffe and he pretended to get mad
- youngjae’s singing was great!!!!! THE TONE, THE HIGH NOTES YAAAS
- they played charades in pairs with the fans and everyone was so sweet
- jackson was an angel to the girl he was partnered with HE HELD HER HAND THE WHOLE TIME AND THEIR ARMS WERE LINKED AND THEY EVEN HAD A COUPLE NAME LMAO
- jinyoung’s voice was deep af
- he said “i love you” and everyone died
- when jackson’s partner got picked to go on stage he said “come here baby” WTF way to slay everyone’s hearts omg
- yugyeom’s english was the cutest thing in the world
- at one point youngjae started interviewing one of the fans on stage cuz she was a little shy HAHAHA “What’s your name! how old are you! how do you feel!” LOL IT WAS GREAT
- sassy jackson was great he said “excuse me”/“ok stop” cuz people were cheering after every sentence HAHAHAHAHA

OK I can’t think of any more but it was seriously so amazing I love them SO MUCH

anonymous asked:

Hhhmmm...I'm just imagining the DAI companions reacting to a Teenage Inquisitor being kidnapped and how they were rescued (lol, just read the one where the DAI companions reactions to a normal age Inquisitor being captured, so I'm curious). Keep up the good work! Both you and Mod Sarah are awesome!

Cassandra: Maker help anyone who gets in her way. Provided she knows where they are, she’ll kill anyone she finds where they’re being held. No one can stop her. When she finds the shaken but very much alive Inquisitor, she pulls them up and looks them over for injuries, then just stands, hands on their shoulders, and staring at them. Finally, she lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank the Maker you’re alright…”

Blackwall: He blames himself; he thinks maybe if he had been more vigilant, this wouldn’t have happened. He throws himself into battle to save them with no reservation, and comes out of the fray more battered than the Inquisitor is. Even so, he rushes up to them and frees them. “Are you alright?” he asks repeatedly. “Maker’s tits, you gave us all a heart attack! You’re absolutely sure you’re okay?”

Iron Bull: Death and destruction befalls whoever took the Herald. A trail of corpses is left in his wake as he hurries to rescue the Inquisitor. Once he finds them, they peer up at him, covered in blood, but all he does is grin broadly, pick them up, and pull them into a rib-crushing hug. They groan and might complain about the blood, but he just grins toothily. “Glad to see you’re alright, Imekari.”

Sera: She throws an absolute shit-fit when she finds out, and when she finds out where they are, she grabs anyone she can and heads out immediately. Arrows upon arrows fly through the kidnappers. As soon as she sees the Inquisitor, battered but alive and intact, she practically pounces on them with a hug. “Don’t scare me like that again. Please.” she demands.

Varric: He’s encountered kidnapping and hostage situations before, and they’re among his least favorite problems to handle, especially when the Inquisitor is the one taken. It’s a situation he knows well enough that the best thing to do is remain calm and plan carefully how to approach the situation, and with the others, fights his way through to them and rescues them. He checks them over before finally patting them on the back and offering a reassuring smile. “We’re here; you’re safe now. Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

Cole: He knows where they are, and he knows who did it. He moves quickly and silently, appearing out of nowhere and stabbing whoever is in the way, and he follows the Inquisitor’s fears right to them. He feels their relief at the sight of him, and he smiles, daggers dripping blood, a man gargling on his own blood on the ground behind him. “You’re safe now. I’m happy to see you, too.” he greets cheerfully.

Dorian: The man insists on going with whichever companions head out to rescue them, and fights dirty and with little restraint. The whole time, his mind and heart are overtaken with worry and fear, and he takes it out in the form of risen kidnappers turning upon their own fellows. When he finds the Herald, he runs to them, helping them up, looking them over to ensure they’re not seriously hurt, before letting out a heavy sigh of relief and smiling at them, fighting back tears. “Come along, now,” he urges gently, “let’s get you out of this dreadful place.”

Solas: His heart clenches in fear, and as soon as he knows where they are, he takes off without waiting for the others. The Inquisitor, the da’len, is his responsibility, bearing his mark, and he would not tolerate anyone threatening them or endangering them. The Herald is somewhat startled by the calmness with which he kills all of the kidnappers, as if it is but a chore. His heart lifts at the sight of them. “Da’len,” he greets quietly, “are you harmed?”

Vivienne: Like Leliana, she handles it calmly, hiding whatever worry bubbles inside away. Cole may try to bring it up, but she shuts him down quickly and keeps working. A trail of frozen corpses is left in her wake as she approaches the Inquisitor. “My dear, were you hurt?” she asks as she begins examining them, healing any wounds she finds. They say no, and she lets out a quiet breath as she escorts them out, promising them a warm meal and a hot bath to soothe their nerves.

Leliana: The Inquisitor is back within a few hours, escorted by Leliana’s agents, and they’re battered and wide-eyed and shaken, but alive. She smiles calmly as they come back into Skyhold, and comes to visit them. “Welcome back,” she greets, “I trust my agents got you out in a timely fashion?”

Josephine: She panics the most. In spite of Leliana’s reassurances that her agents are on the case and that they’ll be back within a few hours, she finds it difficult to work. All of her terrified thoughts go to the Inquisitor. As soon as the Herald arrives back in Skyhold, she bolts out of her office to meet them, pulling them into a hug if they allow it. “I was worried sick!” she cries. “Are you alright? Do you need anything? Food? A warm bath? Did they hurt you? Let me help you however I can!”

Cullen: His reaction is to send about a hundred soldiers to rescue them. Leliana has to talk him down, saying that a subtle– and stealthy– hand was needed for this, lest the kidnappers see his forces coming and take off with the Herald in tow. He grouchily and reluctantly relents, though he has some soldiers hang back as backup. He can be see pacing the battlements, waiting for their return. He runs to meet them as soon as they appear in sight.

iris was gone, shipped off to idris after a fire message explaining her crimes. now magnus just had to find a way to help a small, scared girl understand what she just saw.

oh, how he wished alec was there. alec, having a much younger brother, was better with small children than magnus was. older children and teenagers, he could deal with. but anything younger than clary had been when he met her, he was at a loss.

he crouched down in front of her and she backed away. “hey, i’m not going to hurt you, i promise.” he held out his hand but dropped it when she recoiled further. “i’m magnus. can you tell me your name?”

she shook her head and when the side of her neck was exposed to him, magnus saw her warlock mark and got an idea.

“i like your gills.”

the little girl searched his face, then said in a voice so small magnus had to strain to hear it, “i like your eyes.” magnus smiled at her and she gave a tiny one back. then she said, “what did you do with nana?”

“um.” this was the hard part. how could you tell a little girl that the woman who raised her was an evil mastermind?

“nana’s a bad lady, isn’t she?”

“why would you say that?”

“because she hurt the nice man who was looking for his friend.”


“yes, your nana was a very bad lady. but you’re safe now, okay?” she nodded, which magnus took as a good sign, even if she was still a little hesitant. “good. now, do you think you can tell me your name?”

a long pause. then, “madzie.”

“that’s a very pretty name.” this time her smile was wider. “listen, madzie, i’m-”

“magnus.” magnus turned and stood at the sound of alec’s voice. “are you okay?”

“perfectly. honestly, alexander, you underestimate me. but…” he stepped aside to reveal madzie. “there’s someone i want you to meet.”

alec smiled and magnus’s heart melted - he loved alec’s smile because it was something that not everyone got to see. “we’ve met, actually.” he stepped closer and got down on madzie’s level.

“cool gills.”

You betcha’! I kind of wanted to try to write something more light hearted in lieu of everything that’s going on.


  • this man has been waiting for this day for so long
  • he can’t stop how excited he was to meet them
  • before the babe is even in his hands HE’S IN TEARS
  • one of the first few feelings this baby will have is their father’s tears on their skin
  • you as a new mama bear:


  • the day finally came
  • Jaehee was there for you every step of the way and your child 
  • when she held them in her arms
  • she realized everything she had and everything that she worked for
  • all that happened her lead her up to this
  • if it weren’t for certain misfortunes, she wouldn’t have met your or your child
  • and she thanks God for that


  • during labor he was trying to keep his shit together for you
  • every scream he wanted to punch whoever was putting you through pain
    • but he’s not going to punch his smol child
  • there was only two things in the world that took his breath away:
  • the first time he met you
  • and the moment he held his child in his arms
  • honestly can’t stop staring at them


  • you were lucky he could get you into the top hospital with the best doctors to ensure your comfort
  • but no matter what you were still in pain
  • you actually bruised his hand
  • but it was all worth it in the end
  • when he held his small child in his arms
  • everything just felt so surreal
  • he honestly thought he would never get a chance like this
  • while you’re sleeping, he sings to them to keep them calm


  • low key panics during your labor
  • you’re screaming and there’s nothing he can do besides just stand beside you
    • he’s said countless of times he would be willing to carry the baby
    • no Seven that’s not how this works
  • but when your child was delivered happy and healthy
  • he’s in tears
  • he was so grateful for you, Saeran, and your child
  • now he had three people he had to protect
  • mutters silent prayers to the child to bless them coming into the world


  • everything was just so overwhelming for him
  • but he couldn’t focus on his insecurities while you were in labor
  • so he held your hand while giving you encouragements
  • but through all that pain he’s able to hold his child
    • the nurses were a bit :/ about him holding the child
    • but nerts to them you trust your husband
  • he felt the weight in his arms, the raising and falling of its body, the warmth of the blanket
  • he only wished he could see them
    • he imagined they look exactly like you
  • doesn’t believe he deserved you or this beautiful creature in his arms
  • but in that moment, he felt truly happy for what he had
  • it felt like true redemption (´,,•ω•,,)


  • he was so terrifed when you were in labor
  • never before has he seen so much PAIN
    • he’ll think twice before he’ll pull the sick card on you
  • he’s all anxious 
    • his mind is running 10 miles a minute
    • and he fears that he may lose you
  • but all of that disspiated when he heard the baby’s cries
  • when you hand him your child
  • he’s just staring at them
  • his entire life has been one pile of shit over another
  • but this thing in is arms gives him hope
  • he promises right then and there that they WILL be loved

’    the first time was when i heard my parents fighting for the third night in a row and i realized life wasn’t as simple or as easy as i’d always thought. people aren’t exaggerating when they call it cruel. it will leave you sitting in the grocery store parking lot, begging for mercy. your eyes will burn and you’ll have spent so much time pretending that everything’s alright that you could bottle it up and sell it.

     the next time was when he started looking at someone else the same way he used to look at me. he held her hand and told her all the same things he told me and as i walked by with my head down i realized everything had been a lie. i wasn’t special i was expendable. sometimes people take the best parts of you only to leave you with the worst of themselves and the only way you can forget about them is showering in water so hot you’re convinced it’s burning away any trace of them that’s left.

      the third time is when my friend was coming home from college for thanksgiving. he was ten minutes from his house when someone swerved into his lane and just like that he was gone, and i realized that life just takes and takes no matter how much you give. i don’t think i’ll ever understand why and the only way to deal with it is grabbing two bottles of the cheapest alcohol you can find with a look so pathetic on your face that the clerk doesn’t ask for an i.d. because he knows, everyone knows. ’

—  i’ve learned two things. 1) a lot of different things can break your heart and 2) i don’t want to feel any of them anymore
All the little things

The missing scene where Scully tells Mulder she’s in remission. As blogged so eloquently by @sunflowerseedsandscience 
Noticed the @2momsmakearight has a missing scene challenge too, so here’s my shot at that.

If she could have breathed him in, his essence, she would have. Inhaled with all her might and held her breath for days. But the tumour had all but destroyed her sense of smell. Still, she knew he was there. She could feel him at the deepest level, in a way she would never have been able to explain in a report.

           “Mulder?” Her voice broke over the incessant hum of the hospital room.


           She heard his shirt rustle as he moved in the chair. “How long have you been here?”

           He sat forward on his elbows, and mussed his hair. She noticed how long and elegant his fingers were. Piano hands, her mother would say. His right cheek was lined from the vinyl of the high-backed chair. His tie was loose around his neck and his collar unbuttoned. Somehow, it seemed fitting that he should be suited up, however creased. Fox Mulder wore a suit well. She thought about how the pleated waistband of his pants sat snug against his hips. She’d always had a thing for hipbones. Rubbing a thumb over the rounded knob of bone, spreading her palm flat across a taut stomach. She’d had enough time recently to think about all the little things she would never do again and that had been one. It was the oddest things that struck her. Of all the horrors she had seen in her professional life, the simple cruelty of her reality had been by far the worst.

She reached out her hand and touched his. His fingers curled around hers with such tenderness that she could imagine him as a lover, how gentle, how considerate, how reverential.

           “I tried to go home, Scully, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bear to go back and sit in my apartment. I…just need to be here some more.”

           She tried to roll herself further to the side of the bed, to close the distance between them. There had been times in their relationship when that distance had seemed so vast it could never been reduced; when their differences served only to convince her that they would pull each other apart, unstitch, if one of them didn’t relinquish their hold on the seams of the partnership. But there were other times, more often recently, when she had felt his presence like a second soul, when their similarities had knitted together the edges of their resolve and they had worked as one.

           “Mulder, I have something to tell you.” She squeezed his fingers. He rubbed his face, his jaw clenching. He might be the psychologist but she was well versed in human reaction and paleness, shallow breathing and tension were all classic signs of the fear response. The Mulder fear repertoire also included impulsiveness, shouting, thumping walls or people and guilt.

           “No wait, Scully. I want to speak. I’ve been sitting here waiting for you…to wake up. I’ve been rehearsing this all night. I…can you let me go first?” His eyes clouded and she scooted closer to him, close enough to pull him forward and drop a kiss on his forehead. He sat back and the look he had on his face all but burnt her heart out. His eyes were red with early tears, his nostrils flaring as he tried to control his breathing, his stubbled chin set firm.

           “K…go ahead.”

           He shuddered out a breath and steepled his hands over his nose and mouth. His brow creased and she knew the skin there would be soft. She had an impulse to cover it in kisses, press her lips there long enough to imprint herself on his brain. Instead, she stored the image in the place where she kept her dreams and hopes and simple wishes.

           “I…we don’t do this talking thing very well. We excel at things unspoken. But since you’ve been in here, it hit me…” he broke off to issue a gentle chuckle, “too late of course, that there are too many things left unspoken. Not the big things, the declarations of love or the promises to continue the quest, but the hundred thousand other minutiae that make up a life.

He sighed and looked at her. “I can’t imagine never asking you again if you want cream in your coffee, or calling you on a Sunday morning to see if you’d seen the article in the Post, or telling you that Skinner wants to see us in his office in five minutes, or watching you sign your name at hire car desk where you’d have to stand on tiptoe to reach the counter, or hoping you’d say yes to adjoining rooms, or wondering if you’d belt me if I offered to carry your bags.”

           He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and she saw how his shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows and the tendons in his forearms flexed. “Mulder, you don’t have to do this.”

           “But I do, Scully. That’s just it. The big things have remained unsaid for a reason. The big things are measured by the way you’ve changed my life and I hope I’ve changed yours. By the way you’ve made me work for everything, by the way you’ve opened your eyes to the truth even when it hurt so much. But the little things, they cut deep.”

           She shifted, trying to get the pillow out from under her head, so she could sit up. He stood then, took the pillow from her and placed it up against the headboard. He slipped his arms under hers and around her back and gently turned her from her side so she could sit up. She felt her breasts crush against his chest their hearts joining momentarily and hoped he did too. He pulled the sheet and blanket up over her chest and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. She was touched by his gentleness, his silent ministrations, his patent concern for her comfort even during his own distress. His eyes continued to well with tears and she noticed the tremble in his hands.

           “Mulder, I thought about the little things too.” She clasped her hands in her lap and snorted out a laugh. “All the time. How I would miss the way you stand you’re your hands on your hips when you’re frustrated, the way you chew on your bottom lip when you think too long, the vein in your temple that throbs when you’re angry, your Dad jokes and innuendos and hand in the small of my back.”

           Tears tracked down his cheeks now and he looked away, desperate to retain some modicum of dignity. “Scully…”

           She put a finger to his mouth. “Shh. It’s okay.” He broke into a choking sob and she let him cry it out. He shook against her, his forehead burning into her chest, melding their skin together.

           “Scully, I can’t do this without you. I can’t.”

           “You know what? You could if you had to.” She kissed his forehead, savouring the taste on her lips, she kissed his cheek, his stubbled jaw, the soft lobe of his ear and she whispered, “but you don’t, Mulder. The cancer is in remission. I’ve been trying to tell you. I’m okay. I’m okay.”

           She felt his grip tighten on the back of her neck, she felt his shoulders heave upwards, then drop just as quickly, releasing his pent-up tension.

           “The chip worked?” His voice cracked in astonishment and for the longest time he remained silent, her head tucked under his chin, his head thrown back. His shoulders wobbled and his chest expanded and he laughed and he held her close and the bed creaked as his laughing turned to crying.

           She snuffed into his neck. “We don’t know if it was the chip, but the fact remains that I’m going to get better. And we’re going to get the chance to say all those little things, Mulder.”

           She let him sink into her, revelling in the heat of his breath in the hollow between her neck and her shoulder. She brushed her fingers over the fine hairs at his nape. She bunched the fabric of his shirt in her hand and settled to the rhythm of his sobbing. She lost track of time, but her eyes grew heavy and she had to push at him to get him to release her.

           “I’m tired, Mulder.”

           “Have I ever told you how your top lip curls so sedately round your teeth when you yawn, Scully? And how you make this tiny noise when you’re entering REM sleep, like a snuffly puppy? And how your pinky finger sticks out a little when you hold a spoon to eat your yoghurt?”

           “A snuffly puppy, Mulder?”

She closed her eyes and let him talk. He told her all the little things. And she thought about all the little things that she would tell him later. And later and later.


Prompt: You accidentally butt dial Dolph while you’re masturbating and leave a voicemail on his phone of you moaning and saying his name. Before you can stop him, he listens to it. Anon.

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Imagine: Joker finding out he killed your best friend on accident

Leto Joker: “I really fucked up.” He said to himself, while he held you.

You were crying, and Harley had her hand in yours, looking at him to say something. She looked from him to you, silently begging him to say something. The only problem was, he didn’t know what to say….

He was terrified you would leave…

Originally posted by breakthedisttance

Ledger Joker:

You were sitting across from him, in the interrogation room. Batman knew that the Joker had a soft spot for you, in a way to get him he had told you what the clown had done.

You had been crying, you refused to look at him, and for once he felt powerless.

“In their last moments, people show you who they really are.” He started.

“Shut up.” You meant to yell but it came out weak and quiet.

“She…..was strong, I can see why you two were friends.” He said.

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear it.” You ran your hands through you hair, ready to leave any moment now.

“She didn’t give up, she had that fight in you, that you have.”

“And how would you know what kind of person she was?” You finally looked at him, J looked down.

“She was in my life for over seven years, since we were in high school. You never knew the real her.” You stood up and walked to the door, trying not to cry again.

“You’re a lot like her.” He said.

“But there’s the difference. You’ll never know the real me.” You left, leaving him to wonder if he would ever see you again.

Originally posted by prettyboysbrokenhearts

i. My hand was out the window, my mind lost on the road, my bones were freezing and it was such a beautiful pain.
ii. The first time we colided our eyes catched on fire and I felt my heart slowly free itself from its icy prison.
iii. He repaired my heater but I never used it, not once, his presence made the house feel like summer.
iv. We could walk through a snowstorm but if he held my hand we were suddenly walking down the shoreline, the hot sand warming my feet all the way to my heart, forcing a smile on my blushed face.
v. His lips were cold and I swear I could taste his sadness.
vi. It was a winter night and as I saw you kissing her my blood began to boil.
vii. My house heater is now broken, and so, I can only shiver at the thought of you.

and you were such a lovely temperature🔥❄️
—  @why-we-burn
The Greatest Gift Epilogue (Alexander x Reader)

Word Count: 2,584

Warnings: SMUT, swears

Authors Note: I don’t even have an excuse for this. I am so sorry. God bless.

Shout out to @adolescenthowell for being a babe and always helping me through my smut writing process :) check her out!

Requests: The greatest gift part 2?

Alexander dry humping PLEASE I AM SHOOK



You stood stirring two cups of hot cocoa, one for Isabelle and one for Alexander as you admired them from the kitchen as he was sat on the couch, Isabelle on his lap, watching the last minutes of Elf the movie. His hand was unconsciously stroking through her dark hair, and you could tell she was minutes from passing out.

“Here my babes.” you called as you made your way to the couch setting the mugs on the glass coffee table.

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Phil's Girl

| Request: “Request that the reader is friends with Phil so she is often at his and Dans apartment but never really talks to Dan. Then she walks past his room and he’s playing piano and pops her head in to lists better and she slowly starts falling for him.

Can you make it really fluffy and have Dan kind of oblivious to his feelings although he has always felt the same way” |

| Warnings: None. |


The doorbell rang, and the girl stepped in without waiting for a reply, knowing she was welcome.

“[Y/N]!” Phil yelled, running and pulling his friend into a bear hug.

She giggled. “Hi Philly.” Holding onto him carefully as he held her up.

He put her down, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into the lounge. “Look, I’ve got it all set up, Rock Band, snacks and drinks, plenty of blankets because you’re always cold over here.” Phil was beaming, he was so excited.

[Y/N] sat on one of the blankets Phil placed on the floor, grabbing a guitar controller. “Bring it on, Lester.”

After hours of playing, Phil announced that he would leave for a bit to find them something to cook for dinner, leaving
[Y/N] alone with Dan.

She never had problem with Dan, but she assumed he didn’t like her because every time she came over, he slumped off to his room, closing the door, and not coming out until she left.

Not long after Phil left, she heard music.

Curious as to where it was from, she crept around the maze of an apartment, until she neared the bedrooms, where the sound was coming from.

Gently pushing open Dan’s door, she noticed him sat at a piano, practising the song ‘Butterflies and Hurricanes’ by Muse.

His face was so concentrated that he didn’t notice her standing there, he was focused on the music. And as [Y/N] stood watching, she slowly started to fall for Dan.

The way he looked as he focused, and how he bit his lip in concentration. The way his long fingers danced across the keys. The beautiful sound he was making on the old, out of tune piano.

She was falling in love.

After he finished the song, Dan noticed her and jumped. His cheeks were bright pink and he looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry you heard that, it sounded like shit.”

“I thought it was wonderful.”

The look on her face was gentle and comfortable, as if she knew Dan her whole life.

They stood in silence, but for some reason, it wasn’t awkward.

They just looked at each other.

The pink colour lingered on Dan’s cheeks. “Well, um, shouldn’t you get back to Phil? He’s probably wondering where you are.”

“He went out, it’s just us.”

Once again, silence.

“Hey I’m sorry I always ignored you, I just thought you and Phil wanted private time and stuff so I mean I just figured I’d-” [Y/N] cut him off.

“Private time?” She tilted her head.

“Aren’t you Phil’s girl?” Dan questioned.

She just started laughing. “No Dan, I love Phil, but not like that, we’ve been friends since I was 9.”

Dan felt stupid now.

“Well I just assumed because you would share a bed with him or cuddle against him during a movie or you’d wear his shirts or jackets so I just, you know.”

Again, she laughed. “Dan, if you ever would’ve got close enough to me I would’ve cuddled you too, or borrowed your clothes, or slept in your bed, it’s just how I am.”

Dan sat on his bed, he felt about 15 different emotions at once, and he wasn’t sure how to react.

He felt stupid, embarrassed, confused, relieved, and almost every other emotion.

“I just realised this, but, [Y/N], I think, I was ignoring you because, because I-” Dan trailed off, scared to finish his sentence.

“Because you like me?” [Y/N] questioned.


Stiles Stilinski Imagine: Expect the Unexpected.

“Where’s my best friend?“you asked as you walked into Scott Mccall’s living room.

"He’s gone"Lydia folded her arms.

"What do mean he’s gone Lyd?"you sighed as you sat down across from Peter Hale.

"He wanted to talk to you, he got impatient so he left"Melissa explained.

"Who wanted to talk to me? Stiles or the Nogitsune?"you frowned.

"Look I know it’s hard but we’ve just got to play him at his own game"Lydia held your hand supportively.

"Well at the moment he has the upper hand"you pushed yourself gently out of your seat and made your way to the door.

"Scott, Lydia I’ll see you later, Thankyou for having me Miss.McCall"you waved your goodbyes.

The drive home was painful, he could be anywhere. Stiles your bestfriend could be in danger.
10 minutes later and you arrived at your house.

"Mom, Dad?"you called out.

You got no response. You decided to take this time alone and have a Nice, hot shower before going out again.

Something felt wrong about your house though.

"Oh look, its y/n in the flesh; I’ve been waiting for you"You heard a voice speak out from the corner of your room.

"How cliche"you rolled your eyes.

Suddenly the Nogitsune sprung out from the shadows, grabbed you by the throat and pinned you up against the wall.

"Stiles are you watching this, are you watching your bestfriend die slowly, the girl you’ve loved for years is not going to be breathing any longer"The Nogitsune spoke allowed whilst you coughed for air.

His grip only tightened.
Suddenly you dropped to the ground and the Nogitsune fell to next to you clutching his head.

"No, Stiles has the upper hand"you whispered as you rubbed your neck.


What I love most about Harvey and Donna right now is that she is so freaking clueless as to what is actually happening. Harvey literally had a dream about them being domestic and kissing and her wearing his shirt THE NIGHT AFTER THEY HELD HANDS and HE HAS BEEN EVEN MORE TRASH FOR HER SINCE (please the way he talks to her and looks at her every time she talks to him, he is so freaking trash) but she is just being there for him, she didn’t say a single word about them or anything like that aftertwards and you can see it on her face when they held hands that it fucked her up too.

And she is just being his support system and trying to help him get over his demons and HER FACE WHEN HE TOLD HER IT WENT WELL AND WHEN THEY WERE PUTTING ON THAT PICTURE, she literally gets happiness out of just seeing him happy. And yes, of course, Harvey went to his mother for himself and because he saw that he couldn’t deal with people anymore like this (when he yelled at Louis and lacked understanding for Mike’s decision) BUT Donna literally told Louis that Harvey went to deal with his mom because of their fight when YOU CANNOT TELL ME that the dream he had didn’t motivate him at least a little, but Donna literally has no idea that everything he does rn, every look he gives her, every smile, word, is post dreaming about her LIKE THAT.  

And Patrick said in an interview that the fact that it was a dream doesn’t make it any less improtant because clearly he is thinking about it… and LOOK AT THE WAY HE IS ACTING AROUND HER, THE VOICE HE IS USING !!! (AND HE TOLD HIS MOTHER, H I S    M O  T H  E R, that someone very special to him convinced him that he needed to do this. “SOMEONE. VERY. SPECIAL. TO. ME” and she literally by his face and choice of words assumed that it was someone he is romantically involved with and he didn’t say anyhting. HE JUST SMILED. CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS FOR LIKE THE NEXT YEAR OR TWO?)


She literally spent 12 years telling him she knows everything but SHE DOESN’T KNOW THIS. AND IT’S SO PERFECT.

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Long time, no see//Daryl Dixon

requested by @phan—anime

46. “I’m your daughter.”

Info: Daryl and (Y/N) divorced shortly before the apocalypse. This is when (Y/N) realized she was pregnant with his child. Years later, she and her daughter, Rosalie, found their way to a community named Alexandria where they meet familiar faces. 

Warnings: mentions of abortion, swearing 

Originally posted by jesusmonroexdaryl


“H-hello, I’m Aaron-” A man said as he approached me and my daughter with hands raised.

My hand went to my gun and I held it to him, I pushed Rosalie behind me.

“What do you want?” I ask. 

“I’ve been watching you guys for quite a while and you seem like you’d be a good addition to our community. We’ve got a group of great people, loads of supplies, solar energy, water, food. I-I’ve got pictures” He rambled, trying to get words out quick enough so I wouldn’t shoot him.

My mind went to Daryl. Could he possibly be there? I doubted he wanted to see me but one last glance was all I needed. My daughter to finally put a face to the man I tell her about every day. She was around 10 now and curiosity got the best of her. 

“Hello?” Aaron asked.

“We’ll go. I drive” I demand.

“Okay” He told me with a small smile.

He told me of a large group who had joined them a few years ago. They had been on the road for months on end. He didn’t give any details on anyone, I guess no one stood out. I’d like to think Daryl was apart of that group but he could very well not be. It’s been years. He could’ve moved on, had other kids and settled down somewhere else, not even giving a second thought about me. 

“Do you think Daddy will be there?” Rosalie asked me from the back seat.

“I-I don’t know, hun. We’ll just have to see” I say giving her a weak smile with tears begging to fall.

“Your husband?” Aaron asked.

“My ex” I said tersely, not wanting to linger on the topic.


When we arrived, Aaron opened the gates for me to drive in and park alongside the wall. I got out and made sure Rosalie was next to me, never to far. I walked behind Aaron.

“The original leader died a few years back, since then Rick took over, that’s who you’ll be seeing” Aaron tells me “He’s a bit skeptical of newbies since the Saviors, but that’s over now and we’re trying to regain the number we lost when they were around. So just hang in there and don’t take anything too personal” 

“Thanks a lot” I say with a genuine smile.

He led us to a house where Rick was staying. Rick had me join him inside so he could talk to me.

“I’m Rick, Rick Grimes. You are?” He asked.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)” I say.

“Who’s the kid you’ve got?” He asked with a smile.

“My daughter, Rosalie Dixon” I say smiling back.

His face seemed to change at the mention of Dixon, his body shifted but he shrugged it off.

“Your buddy spying on me and my daughter isn’t very cool” I say.

“He did the same with me and my group. I’d get why you’re skeptical, but I’ve made this place home and I think you can. We only watch to make sure you’d be an asset and are a decent person”

“Who were the Saviors, Aaron brought them up” I ask with furrowed brows.

“Bad people run by an even worse person, took two of our own, they both made it back though. But they’re gone now and you shouldn’t be worried about them. I’ve got three questions for you though”

“I’m ready” I say eager to start a new life here, a good one, for Rosalie and I.

“How many walkers have you killed?”


“How many people have you killed?”

“A good dozen or two” I answer honestly


“They weren’t good, tried to hurt me or my daughter”

“Welcome to Alexandria, (Y/N). I’ll set you up a house and have Aaron show you around” He said with a smile.

“Thanks” I smile.


Aaron walked around, showing me the complex. I hoped to run into Daryl somewhere in the streets. Rosalie held up the picture of him I kept.

“This is Dad, right?” She asks.

“Yeah, why?” I ask.

“Just in case I see him, I want to know what he looks like” 

“I’ll know” I say with a soft smile.

I looked up and I saw him. It felt unreal. He looked so different, but he didn’t change a bit. He bulked up, his hair grew, he had somewhat of a beard. He looked great, that was the man I loved, that is the man I love. I didn’t know what to do. Would I say hi? Would he say hi? He wore a ring, on his left hand ring finger. I hoped he wore it because he considered himself married to me still, not another woman. I wore my ring around my neck on a chain. He left me but I never stopped loving him. Maybe he regretted it. I hoped he did and he’d take me and Rosalie back. I gave her his last name since I legally wasn’t allowed to use it anymore. Instead of speaking or walking past him I thought it’d be a better idea to stare. He was walking with a man with long hair with a middle part (it’s Jesus). They were in a decent conversation, maybe about a meeting or trade. The man pointed over at me.

“Shit” I whispered softly and looked at the ground.

“(Y/N)?” I heard his voice and a tear fell.

I looked up at him, he held a serious demeanor until he really saw me. His face turned into a frown and a few tears fell. His hair was covering a good part of his eyes. He walked to me, seeing I was frozen, and wrapped his arms around me. I choked out a sob.

“I-I’m so sorry” I said.

“Don’t be, no, please no” Daryl ran a hand down my back.

“I thought you were dead” I said.

“I’m not, I’m right here, right now” He pulled back and looked at me “I never took it off, even after I signed the papers” He said looking at his ring.

“It hurt to see it everyday after what happened but I couldn’t let it go” I said honestly.

“Who’s that?” He asked me in a hushed tone.

“I’m your daughter” Rosalie answered proudly.

She had memorized every part of that picture. She knew his face, even if he was thinner and had short hair, she knew her dad. She wrapped herself around him.

“I didn’t know” He said.

“Me either, when I did, it was too late” I say tearing up.

“Shh, we can talk later, for now, let’s be a family, yeah?”


After I put Rosalie to bed I went to the living room. Daryl told me to meet him there to talk.

“I’m so sorry” He said as soon as he saw me.

“For what?”

“Leaving you, especially when you were pregnant” He tells me with sad eyes.

“I was going to get rid of it, but I know that was my only part of you I’d have left, so I kept her, I don’t regret it at all” 

“I still love you, (Y/N)” Daryl blurted out.

He was still his socially awkward self.

“I love you too, not a day went by without me thinking of you. I showed Rosalie that photo of you every night since birth and told her what a great man he father was, is” I corrected myself.

“I told Rick about you all the time. Carol also, she never heard the end of it.I’d tell her how great you were and how much I loved you. That no matter what happened, I’d never love anyone like I loved you and so on”

“I’m glad I came back with that odd man”

“Me too” He nodded and kissed my cheek, making sure not to rush into anything.

I just knew whatever happened here from here on out would be good, as long as I had Daryl and Rosalie.

OKAY I NEED TO SAY THIS: Strange Magic Headcanon that makes me happy

@suzie-guru , @dainesanddaffodils , @thatchickwiththeheadphones , @goldwerewolf , @sophaoat

I need opinions on this

Because I just had this image and it made me beyond happy

Bog. Knows. Sign. Language.

Can you imagine that? That Marianne has no idea until later on.

She had an incident with Roland where a little deaf fairy had gone up to them. So excited to see the Princess and the soon-to-be couple. She’d run up to them in her sweet purple dress of lilac and verbena, curtsied low, and he her very best to speak. Mostly with her hands. A few slow, well sounded out words here and there-

And Roland had brushed her off.

Had pushed the girl aside and continued on his way. Scoffing at the child who held her hands up, fingers splayed, Looking up at him with huge, shocked eyes. The girl had looked betrayed, Marianne remembered. She’d looked despaired. But Marianne could do little about it and kept her arm hooked with her fiance and continued on.

It’s been two years. One year since she’d fallen into the Dark Forest and, subsequently, fallen in love. Another year since she’d been in the favor of the King of said Dark Forest. And the time for him to go with her, at the beginning of Spring to her side of the Primroses, has come.

They cross the border as King and Princess. The Fairies keep their distance.
They’re always skeptical about these new creatures of legends. The Goblins are things of bedtime stories, and none of them end well for the Fairies. The crowds part around them. The gaggles of fair ladies and nervous gentleman eying the scaly creature.

There is only one who didn’t realize.

Unable to hear the drop in sound, the little girl, two years older (but no less fond of the color purple) accidentally runs through the crowd searching for her parents. She runs right into the path of the couple.

There is a collective gasp. The women and men all watching the girl, who now stands at the feet of the King Goblin, and wonder what will happen next.

The girl, desperate to explain herself, quickly babbles around her messy strings of words, hands flying up in apology, trying to form her mouth around what her hands can do much quicker-

Bog Kneels. There’s another gasp. His teeth so close. His claws, raising up, going even closer than that still.

And then his claws begin to move.

Marianne could remember no other moment where she’d been more in love with the Bog King than the one where he’d spoken to the girl in a language that was all her own. Took the time. The fear in her eyes sparked into quick appreciation and then, soon after, adoration. And Marianne knew her eyes must have looked the same. The little girls fingers flying in the air. Bog laughed, throwing his head back to cackle before replying in full, and whatever he said had the child giggling herself pink.

He would say goodbye. And later on, he’d tell Marianne that he’d given the child an open invitation. “There are so many creatures on mah land that cannai speak much. We use that language often. She’d be able ta practice. Maybe she could be a translator fer the Kingdom’s when she’s not such a wee bairn.”

“I’m sure she’d adore you even more for it.”

“I do what I can.”

His Princess just takes his hands in hers. New hands. All new and fresh. “Show me?” (I love you.)

“Of course.” (You are loved.)

Roland’s legacy in her mind quickly evaporates.

I'm fine (Sherlock x Reader)

This is for my new friend @sweepakeepa as a payback for sending me this horribly sad imagine. evil laughter Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHERLOCK MY BEAUTIFUL CHILDHOOD HERO

It all happened way too fast for Sherlock to react. Within the glimpse of a second their suspect attacked (Y/N), but she seemed to be able to fend off his punch. He fell to the floor while she was still standing. “(Y/N)!” Sherlock yelled. She smiled softly. “I’m- I’m fine!“

Then she lost conscience and landed on the tiles with a quiet thump. Without thinking the detective ran to her. ”(Y/N)! (Y/N), do you hear me?“ At first he didn’t even notice John’s hand on his shoulder. “Sherlock.” He pointed at their suspect, who still held a knife in his hands. There was blood dripping down from it. The former soldier knelt down next to (Y/N), Sherlock did the same. There was a cut in her t-shirt- and the delicate skin of her stomach. The detective kept whispering ‘oh my god’ and distractedly searched for more wounds while John at least tried to keep calm. “John.” His friend didn’t listen. “John. Why is there blood between her legs.” The doctor felt his heart stopping for a second. “Because she’s just lost a baby. Call the ambulance.”

“(Y/N). Please. Talk to me. Please.” Sherlock was sitting next to her hospital bed and looking at her with pure desperation. She’d been like that for three days already. She didn’t talk, didn’t eat, didn’t smile. Sherlock felt like he was losing his mind. Why hadn’t she just told him about the pregnancy? He would’ve had a chance of protecting her, he could’ve given her some minor reason to keep her from working on cases together… Had she been so afraid of his reaction, of him? Without getting a single reaction from (Y/N), Sherlock left the hospital room only to meet John in the hallway. His best friend nodded at him respectfully. “Can I visit her, too? Just look at everything, give her a quick check, have seen worse cases before, eh?” At first, Sherlock planned on just giving him a quick response and leaving the hospital. But then he noticed that something, he couldn’t tell what, was off with his words. “You knew it, didn’t you?” John frowned at looked at the detective. His eyes treated him. “You knew about (Y/N), the woman I love, carrying my child!”, Holmes screamed in pure anger. He grabbed John by his collar and shoved it against a wall. “You knew it. You KNEW IT!” He’d already risen his fist, ready to punch his best friend into unconsciousness. “Stop it right now, you idiots!”, her voice echoed through the almost empty hallway, causing both Sherlock and John to bolt together. There she stood, pale as a ghost, skinny as a skeleton, looking as fierce as never before. “He didn’t tell you about it, Sherlock, because I told him not to do so.” A hurt expression appeared on his face, at the same time he let go of his friend. A single, whispered little ‘why?’ was all he was able to say. “Because I love you with all my heart, but you’re a huge dick sometimes, many people would even say more than sometimes. Additionally, you’ve said yourself many times that ‘being a father is not a role you could ever see yourself in’ 'because you are married to your work’. I lived in the constant fucking fear of you rejecting me, okay? I-” The normally so strong woman broke into tears, sobbing helplessly and pressing her arms around herself in order to not fall apart. She let herself fall into one of the chairs in the hallway. “I lost it. I lost my baby. My baby.”, she continued whispering to herself with widened, tears-filled eyes. Sherlock stumbled over to her weakly, falling onto his knees and taking her hands. “I am so sorry, (Y/N), I am so sorry for not making you feel safe, I should have taken better care of you and never, never in my life would I be able to reject you, okay? We are going to get through this together, as we always do, and don’t think for one moment I wouldn’t have loved this child with all I am.” (Y/N) nodded silently and snaked her arms around Sherlock, clinging onto him tightly. Oh how she needed him right now, a weird feeling because normally it had always been him needing her. “I just feel so empty, Sherlock.” “I know.”, he answered, because he knew there were no words to make her feel better at the moment.

If you want a happy end, continue reading now

It had taken (Y/N) weeks to recover physically as well as mentally. But slowly, with the help of all their friends and a psychiatrist, it happened. She slowly opened herself up again and it was the most beautiful thing in the world for Sherlock to see her smile again.

“Why is everybody smiling?” “Because it’s your birthday, Shezza. Just smile back and say 'thank you’.” She chuckled quietly and took his hand. “But I never like the stuff they give me.” “You secretly appreciate the gesture. Now be a good boy and go greet your friends, I still need to get something done.” “How can you still have something to do? It’s my birthday!” He asked her, but she’d already disappeared.

“Everything ready for the big present?” John smiled at you and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “I’m still not sure if he’ll really see it as a present.” “If he doesn’t, I’ll kick his ass. Done that before, remember?” She laughed, glad that the laugh relaxed her a bit. “Now then. You know what you’ve got to do?” “(Y/N), we have been going through this plan over and over again in the last two months. It’s going to be okay.” She nodded to herself. “Alright then- John, do your work.” He smiled at you one last time before leaving Sherlock’s bedroom. Two minutes later, the detective himself entered the room. “You wanted to talk to me?” “I wanted to give you something. See it as a second present.” With the anticipation making her heart flutter, she watched how Sherlock frowned in confusion. She walked up to him and handed him an envelope with a bow around it. “Happy Birthday, Sherlock.” The confused expression still scrunching up his face, he took the envelope and opened it. He widened his eyes. “Is that-” He pointed at the picture that he was now holding in his hands. “That’s our baby. Third month’s ultrasound copy.” Without saying anything, Sherlock pulled her into a tight, loving hug. “Are you happy?” He whispered against her hair. “I’ve never been happier.” You answered with tears of joy filling your eyes. The both of you pulled away to be able to look into each other’s eyes. “Then I am happy too.” He kissed her softly but bolted together as the door opened and Lestrade appeared in the doorframe. “Oh, shit, sorry.” He chuckled and looked at the both of them looking all flustered. “We’ll be back in a minute.” (Y/N) assured him with a beamy eyed smile. Back alone, she gave Sherlock a quick peck on the lips and already wanted to go, as the detective suddenly pulled he back and snaked his arms around her. “Boy or girl?” He asked with the same happy eyes as her. She couldn’t believe- he was actually happy about the news! (Y/N) smiled. “They think it’s a girl.” For a moment, Sherlock didn’t seem to react at all. Then, all of a sudden, he ran to the door, almost ripped it open and happily exclaimed into the living room of 221b: 'We’re getting a girl!“ Silence filled the room, everyone just stared at Sherlock and (Y/N) behind him. Then they started cheering.

The Bite (Scott McCall & Liam Dunbar) (One Shot)

Third Person’s POV

“Sshh, don’t cry Scott.” (Y/N) whispered, and put her hand on Scott’s cheek, as he held her in his arms.

“No, no, no.” Scott cried, as he held her closer. “You can’t die, I need you.” “Bite her, Scott!” Peter yelled in the distance. “But what if she dies!” Scott said.

“She will die either way!” Derek yelled. “If you don’t try, she will die of the wound, or she will die because the bite didn’t work, but than you know you tried!”

“Scott…” (Y/N) whispered,making Scott look back at her. “Yes?” He asked. “Do it.” She whispered, trying to stay conscious.

“But what if the bite kills you?” Scott asked, tears streaming down his face, making (Y/N) cry too.

“Like Derek said, than I die knowing you tried.” (Y/N) let out a groan, as Kira put more pressure on her wound.

“Scott, you need to hurry.” Kira said, as she pushed harder on the wound. “Or she will bleed to death.” Scott looked at (Y/N), who weakly nodded.

“But if you don’t make it.” Scott said, (Y/N) looked at him. “I want you to know that I love you.” “I love you too.” (Y/N) smiled, and Scott leaned down to kiss her.

(Y/N) broke the kiss, and nodded, letting Scott know she was okay with what was going to happen.

Scott let his fangs grow out, and got ready to bite her. “Are you sure about this?” “Yes, Scott.” (Y/N) whispered, feeling her strength slowly fading.

Scott bit (Y/N)’s shoulder, and she cried out in pain. But slowly after, her surroundings faded, and got replaced by a pitch black.

The pack hold their breath, waiting for (Y/N) to open her eyes, but she didn’t. Her breathing became heavier, as if she had trouble breathing. 

“We need to get her out of here.” Isaac said, as he noticed the monsters getint closer. “Scott, we need to go.” Kira shook Scott.

“Now!” Scott quickly picked (Y/N) up, bridal style, and followed the others. 

Scott carefully climed into Stiles jeep, making sure not to hurt (Y/N).

“We need to take her to the hospital.” Kira said, as pressed on the wound. “Let’s go!” Malia slapped Stiles arm, who quickly drove off, the others following in the cars behind.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“She needs help! Quick!” Scott yelled, as his mother came running towards them. “What happened?” She asked, as they laid (Y/N) on one of the empty beds.

“We fighting monsters… (Y/N) stabbed… Scott bite… safe her… won’t wake up.” Stiles spoke quickly main half ass sentences, Melissa having trouble understanding the boy.

“What!?” Melissa asked confused. “She got stabbed, and Scott bit her trying to safe her, but she won’t wake up.” Lydia said. “That makes alot more sense.” Melissa said, as she grabbed an injection, and injecting (Y/N).

“Call another doctor, she needs to be operated ASAP!” Melissa yelled to a passing nurse, who nodded and quickly ran to get another doctor.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The pack was in the waiting room, waiting for (Y/N) to get out the operation room.

Liam was looking at his thumbs, blaming himself for what happened to his sister.

Scott sat next to the young beta, or baby beta, as (Y/N) liked to call him.

“It’s not your fault Liam.” Scott said, patting Liam’s back, making the young beta look at his alpha.

“Yes, it is.” Liam cried. “If I was just a bit faster, if I just paid a little more attention, than (Y/N) would still be okay.”

Yes, it was true, Liam seemed a little distracted during the fight, but nobody blamed him for what happened.

(Y/N) pushed Liam out of the way, so he wouldn’t get hurt. She risked her own life to protect her little brother, even though she knew Liam would have survive the wound and healed.

“It’s not your fault Liam.” Kira said, taking the chair on the other side of Liam. “She protected you, as a big sister would.” Liam looked at the Kitsune.

But before Liam could react, Melissa walked out of the operation room. The pack jumped up, and walked towards her.

“She’s stable.” Melissa sighed, happy that she finally could leave the operation room, after two hours.

“She waking up, you’re allowed to visit her, but only one at a time.” Melissa warned, mostly towards Stiles.

“Why are you always looking at me?” Stiles asked. “Because I remember what happened last time you visited (Y/N) in the hospital.” Melissa reminded Stiles, making him gulp.

“Liam should go first.” Lydia said, as they stood infront of (Y/N)’s room. “I think so too.” Isaac nodded.

Liam slowly opened the door, walked in, and closed the door behind him. He took a deal breath and turned around.

He looked at his sister, who was laying in bed, multiple wires and tubed attached to her, making his guilt grow bigger.

(Y/N) stirred a little, and then her eyes opened, which flashed a bright yellow.

Liam quickly sat in the chair, which was standing next to her bed. (Y/N) looked at him, her eyes back to their normal (E/C).

“Hey…” (Y/N) croaked out, a small smile on her face.

Her hand went up to Liam’s face, caressing his right cheek, looking at the skin, we’re previous a big cut was made.

Liam grabbed her hand, and hold it thight. Afraid if he let go of it, she would dissapear, that she would leave him.

“Are you okay?” She asked concerned as Liam didn’t say anything. “Are you okay!?” Liam asked, slightly angry, (Y/N)’s eyes slightly wided at his sudden outburst.

“I should be the one asking that!” Liam cried, making (Y/N) sit up, ignoring the pain in her left side, and hugged her little brother.

“It’s okay.” (Y/N) kissed him on the top of his head. “I’m okay, you’re okay, the pack is okay.” She whispered, calming the young beta, as he hugged her tighter.

“But what if you weren’t?” Liam sniffed. “What if you died?” “But that didn’t happen.” (Y/N) smiled at the young boy.

“I’m okay, I’m alive.” (Y/N) said. “You can hear my heartbeat, right?” She asked, Liam nodded. “That proves I’m alive.” Liam hugged her again.

“And besides this is not my first time laying in the hospital.” She joked, making Liam smile.

“Everyone is worried.” Liam mumbled in the crook of (Y/N)’s neck. “Mostly Scott, even though he doesn’t show it. But the most of us can smell it.” He mumbled the last part, but (Y/N) heard him and laughed.

“Can you get Scott for me, baby beta?” She asked, as Liam broke their hug. “Sure.” Liam got up, and walked out of the room. Not long after, Scott walked in, and took place in the chair Liam had previous been sitting in.

“Hey, you okay?” Scott asked, as he grabbed (Y/N)’s hand. “Yeah, never felt better actually.” (Y/N) smiled. “And you?” “Better, now that I know you’re fine.” Scott kissed her knuckles.

“You know your my alpha now, right?” She said, making Scott smirk. “Oh, I know.” Scott smirked, and winked at her.

Both of them jumped when someone loudly knocked on the window, Liam.

“You may be my alpha, but she’s still my sister!” Liam said. “I will kill you if you do anything to her!” Scott rolled his eyes, at Liam’s behaviour, and (Y/N) laughed.

But Scott ignored Liam’s threats, and gave (Y/N) a passionate kiss, making Liam yell and knock louder.

But both Scott and (Y/N) ignoring the protests of the young beta, and enjoying each other’s company, as long as they had the time.

Since you never know when your everything might be taken away from you, for good.


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