tonight is just a really emotional night

Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you (part 2)

I am sorry for not having this sooner please forgive me senpai 

Originally posted by beverlyslaurel

Young! Reader x Father ! Klaus

Young! Reader x Uncle!Kol

It had been a week since the incident with the Kidnapping . So far every one is slightly shaken up that something like that can happen to their dear hope. Or well every one would if Kol would forget about the person who was actually tortured like everyone else did to  Y/N .

She hadn’t really spoken much since the incident . But her screams in the night , showed her true emotions .

But it seemed like tonight was not one of those nights thankfully. Kol didn’t know how much longer he could stay calm , her leg was healing nicely.  Well nicely enough when your ankle is fraktured

The originals tried to give her blood but every time she would pretend to drink it or just not enough to heal her completly.

But she was healing as her family tended to Hope’s crying. Kol watches at (y/n( , whom gasps as her sister nearly falls on the steps but doesn’t move from her seat . “Hello darling How are you ,” he says walking up to her. “I am fine uncle Kol , how are you ?” He could tell she was trying to be happy but her smile didn’t reach her eyes or heart.

“Come on love you can’t be sad forever . I am sure your parents were al–”

“Already taking care of Hope and tending her needs . Its fine Uncle Kol , they were just to busy doing other things . they couldn’t focus on me and Hope. I am just glad You we’re there for me when I needed you ” she then gave Kol a hug making him smile for the little girls sake , but he knew deep down its was going to take more than a hug to comfort the young child . 

“ hey get dressed Aunty Davina wanted to give you a check up ” he says, making a smile whip onto the small girls face as she goes to prepare with her  crutches in hand to support her body.

“So do you intend to steal away my daughter every time something happens to her ,” scowled Klaus.

“I told you already Niklaus . it isn’t stealing if she want to Come with me . It’s not like.your trying you job when it comes to taking care.  Of her .” kol says. “I am taking her to the cauldron to see Davina wanted to check on her leg . ” he continues.

“Do you intend to take her to some outsider , when Freya is hear with more magic and  knowledge,” he says, as his anger rises.“Thou Davina isn’t as powerful Freya. She is more around and loving to her” 

  ” Is that so brother then tell me who is the person that helps wrap (Y/n( bandages when  Hayley isn’t around , or when Y/n needs help reaching her courtches.“

"Y/n wouldn’t even need crouthes if you even batted an eye at the girl. You fear they will both push you away when they grow up. But they have nothing to push away if you don’t care for the both of them ,” Kol says walking up to Klaus . Both of them were so angry they didn’t notice that Y/n walking into the room.

“ If its such a problem that I go out with Uncle Kol then I won’t go. No need to fight over anyone . ” she said then makes her way back to her room leaving the two grown men alone .


“Oh its you,” she said walking into the room . “Must be  horrible being a human . You know only to live ,survive only to be killed ” she says.

“What do you want Hope” Y/n says holding on to her sketch book. “What can’t I just come and check on my twin” she Scowls at the word . 

“I mean after all I need to be a bigger person here,"she pushes off Y/n’s crutches from the bed and snatches her sketch book from  her .

"Hey what the fuck,” Y/n said as Hope sits down and Klaus comes to the room.  Klaus gasps at Y/n words.

“So you expect to go out with Kol ,with that kind of language ,” he yells walking up the the human child as tears brim Hope’s eyes .

 "You and I are going to talk about this ,“ he said walking away with the fake crying Hope from the room . Y/n glares at her twins walking form and sighs knowing that they won’t believe her story .


I take a deep breath trying to calm my nerves but nothing is working.  "Little brat” I say noticing that my sketches were all torn out .  I place the now empty sketch book on the bed side table . 

I was about to try and pick up my crutches when Uncle Elijah and Klaus walks into the room and locks the  door.  "Y/n please tell me what your father heard you say isn’t true ?“  Uncle Elijah asks. 

Uncle Elijah was always there for me when Uncle Kol wasn’t around or in this families case awake or alive. I could tell he wanted to give me the benefit of the doubt but he knew I would be lying to him .

"Hello Y/n I believe your Uncle asked you ”

“Yes Uncle Elijah I did curse at Hope ,” I said cutting off ‘my father ’ if I can even call him that . He is more like the sperm donor who didn’t leave the baby mama.  Yeah that’s it.

“And what was this reason you attacked your sister,”

“Its not an attack all I said was 'what the fuck’ is exactly like say ’ what the heck’,” I say staring dead at them.

“Are you sure that is all you said ,” said Klaus

“Are you sure you have sensitive hearing cause you sure don’t act like it ,” I cross my arms , making Klaus huff in anger . “Y/n you are not allowed to go read or practice magic . When you go to school . You go and come right back . Nor are you allowed to meet Davina at all or go to Marcellus ,”

I felt like my was heart being stabbed repeatedly . “ wha- are – Fine ,” I say knowing that arguing with the two of them is useless. Everything I loved to do and take it.  

Yet if it was Hope they would let her off with a warning . I release a sigh as they walk out the room with not another word . Yes I know what I did was wrong –

My thoughts were interupted when I notice Uncle Kol walk into the room . “Hi Uncle Coco ,” I say as he picks up my crutches from the ground and leans them on my bed side tables. “I heard what happened ,”

“Not like you wouldn’t someone would off told you eventually,” I say , my sounded sad and defeated but its not like my voice should be for from it cause of everything .

“It wasn’t such a nice thing you said to Hope . ” he sits down onto my bed . I look down to my F/c bed sheets   . “If you heard what she said you would think what I said would be angelic ,” I say leaning on my head board .

“And what would that be darling ,”

“She said my purpose in life is to grow only to killed only to be killed .”  the feeling of wanting to cry engulfed me . My own sister wanted me dead . and doesn’t even think off me as a person. 

“My sisters thinks I am made to die . Maybe those people who has kidnapped me should of killed me , or better yet  ” I didn’t notice tears were coming out my eyes until Uncle Kol pulled me into his arms. Thou I am with him I feel alone .

 * Maybe I should kill me self* I thought as he rubs my back. *But  I can let Uncle Kol know my plan * I thought hugging him back. “ Are you OK little bird ” he said putting his chin on my head. I wipe my tears and snuggle into his chest . “Yeah I am fine ” I said knowing I won’t be able to bother anyone any more .

Peter Pan Imagine/Do you love me?

Warnings: Smut, cursing, mentally abusive,cruel Pan, 

You never truly understood him, why he was so mean, so cruel, so heartless, for you only knew that you loved him, and your poor loving self thought you could change that, you were wrong.

From the day you met him, you knew you wanted to be with him, something about his mysterious ways drove you crazy. 

“Who are you?” he asked

“I’m Y/n.” you say with a smile

“Throw her in the lagoon, she’ll die faster!” he yells

“WAIT!” you yell a little alarmed

“Please, let me stay, I want to help.”

“What could you possibly have to offer me?”

You loo at him dead in the eyes,  “Me.”

The next thing you know Peter has you naked in his bedroom

He kisses up and down your neck and you are almost screaming his name,

As he is about to enter you stop him

“This is.. my first time.” you look every other way except in his direction

Peter is automatically irritated, he rolls his eyes, but makes sure you aren’t watching hi, he just wanted to fuck you already. He bends his down in the crook of your neck and starts to whisper “I’ll take go slow okay?”

You think he is the sweetest thing in the world, and of course you didn’t see the eye rolls.

He enters you and you start to feel the pain and start to complain to Peter, at this point he puts his finger in your mouth,

“Bite on this.” he says a little dry , you ignored that.

Next thing you know he starts going in hard and you could barely take it.

“Peter I’m a virgin!” you yell

But he completely ignores that and keeps going

“Peter please go slower”

As if he couldn’t be more of an ass he goes quicker

You’re digging your nails and hiding you face in the pillow you saw next to you begging him to stop, it felt good, but for your first time, it was a bit much.

As he stopped you realized he came and with that you took the pillow from behind your face and blushed as you looked at him.

His hair was a crazy mess, he was sweating, and had a satisfying look on his face, almost a “mission accomplished” look

He then came to your ear and nibbled on it a bit, you giggle as he does so

“You did such a good job baby girl, your king is so proud of you.” as he whispered in your ear, your heart melted, ever since then, this was your nightly routine. You loved making Peter proud of you, he would praise you, he would get you gifts, let you eat the first meal, showering alone, being his lost girl had some perks.

Almost every night Peter would fuck the brains out of you and he would love doing it.

“Do you really like the girl? Or are you just playing with her emotions?” Felix asked Peter

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Peter would say bluntly

“Oh Peter” you would scream his name so loud all of Neverland would hear, and he loved it, you barely could talk the next day because your throat would be red raw from screaming.

One day one of the lost boys got sick and you caught one of the colds they had.

“Not tonight Peter.” you simply say

“Excuse me?” he says

“I got sick and just want to rest.”

“Love please” he would kiss your neck softly, try to get you in the mood.

“Peter, you know I can’t say no to you” you say ans gab his face and kiss his lips.

He quickly takes off his clothes and yours and starts to stroke into you very roughly.

“Oh fuck Peter.”

He grabs the slides of your hips and starts to go very rough, he would always switch positions, doggy stile so that he could pull your hair, he would make you go on top of him, but eventually he would just take over and get on top, he loved being in charge, and if he felt that he wasn’t, he would make it be known by fucking you even harder. 

“Who’s lost girl are you ?” he would ask as he was about to cum

“Your’s Peter!” 

“That’s right.”

After he came he would always leave, he always had to do something.

“Baby please stay.” you begged

“Why would I do that?” he almost laughed

“Usually after people have sex they, I don’t know talk, cuddle, sleep.”

“Don’t be silly love, nobody does that.” he says as he walks out of the room.

Leaving you there, twisting your hair and letting tears come down your face.

You were starting to feel incomplete.

3 Weeks after

After an other night of well,, Peter getting what he wanted , you asked him something.

“Peter.” you lay on the bed still naked

“Not now Y/n I’m very busy.” he says as he puts on his pants

“Do you love me?” you ask almost regretting the question as soon as it came out of your mouth.

Peter looked at you almost in a confused way, and walked outside the door.

With that your heart shattered. You decided that enough was enough and ran after him, putting only a night gown on.

“Pan wait!” you say

He turns around, “Pan?” you were only allowed to call him Peter.

“I am sick of this, I just want to know if you love me or not.” 

“Y/n go back to bed.” he says as he began to talk to Felix

You step in the middle of both of them

“The hell are you doing?” he asked

“I will not move until you answer my question.” you say

“Fine, then we’ll move.” he says and him and Felix leave you, you stay there al night trying to prove a point, breakfast time and you have not moved, you were also sick as a dog, for it was cold that night.

“Come to bed.” you hear his voice and you turn around.

“Why?” you say sniffling your nose.

“Just come.” he says, you follow.

You get to his room and the fire is on, a long with a bunch of blankets and pillows.

“Oh Peter it’s Perfect! But it’s already breakfast time”

“We can skip it.” he kisses down your neck 

“But Peter I actually need it, I’m sick I need nutrition in my body.” you seriously.

“What you need, is me, I can make you feel all better.” he says.

“Peter stop.” you push him away 

“I’m sick, I’m going to get breakfast.” you say firmly

“What’s the point of having a lost girl then?” he mumbles under his breath but clearly wanting you to hear it

“Excuse me?” you began to heat up

“If you’re not going to give me what I want you’re better off sleeping in the tents outside with the rest of the lost boys.” he says as he crosses his arms

“So just because I don’t let you get it in I’m just an other lost boy then huh?” you almost scream

“You might as well be. That’s what I wanted you hear for.” he says bluntly

Your eyes began to tear up. “You’re an asshole.” you run outside and that was the last time you saw Peter.

About 3 months later you got settled in a town called StoryBrooke, you loved it, and you loved your brother Henry, he was your best friend, even though he was younger than you, you told each other everything.

Well the peace didn’t last log because Henry was take, and you were devastated.

As you all meet up in Ruby’s diner you all find ways to know where Henry could be you began to eat Henry’s favorite desert, apple pie.

You ate while the grown ups figured out where he was, they usually could figure out was faster before you since they were the ones with the magic powers.

“Bloody hell, I know where this kid is.” Hook said

You popped your head up a little curious and playing with your food just in case you weren’t supposed to be hearing.

“Where?!” Regina and Emma yelled at the same time.

“Neverland.” he says

Your fork dropped on the floor and so did your heart, you haven’t seen Peter since you yelled a him, since he sad all those terrible things.

You were terrified, but you had to get your best friend and brother back, and Peter was not going to stop you.

Part 2?

Who knew two boys from Columbus, Ohio could be attending The Grammy’s tonight….. the clique did. 

I am at a loss for words of how proud I am of Josh and Tyler for coming this far and for being able to go tonight and potentially walk away with 5 wins. No matter what the outcome, they have shown what is possible for all artists.

Tyler started this adventure when he was only a teen, finding Josh, being able to hope that two guys could put on a show. It was a dream with no plan B in sight and turned into them selling out MSG twice, and Tyler sharing with the clique that WE did it. 

No Phun Intended. Self-Titled. Regional At Best. Vessel. Blurryface.

Each album came to life, being heard by the few, then by the many. Each era has brought new colors, new journeys, new clique, but most of all, a new story for each person who enjoyed the era. Even if you didn’t come in until Blurryface or just now, you can enjoy each era. Regardless, with Blurryface coming to an end, one can only imagine what Tyler and Josh will create next.

Tonight, this is not just a special night for Tyler and Josh, it is a special night for their families, friends, all the crew members apart of the ERS, and the clique. Beyond seeing them in suits, we get to watch them have this magical moment and share how proud we are of them.

At my ERS show, Tyler shared how uncomfortable him and Josh were with wearing suits and going to The Grammy’s. He did not think they would win anything, which all of us disagreed with. Yet, what he said is to tell everyone that they are taking us with them, they are representing us tonight. Tyler and Josh are not going to just try to win as many Grammy’s as they can, they are going for us and to share it with us.

No matter what happens, as the clique started with “Stressed Out”, we will always sing along for these two happy boys from Columbus. They’ve made some huge moves in 2016 and now 2017, but they are still as humble as ever and continue to be kind and make everyone who loves them feel the love they give back.

Thank you to Josh and Tyler’s families for sharing your boys with us. You have given them to the world and let them show what they can do. I can only imagine what it feels like to have them becoming so well-known, but the clique is so lucky to have them and incredibly grateful that you share them with us. The Grammy’s are for you all as well.

Thank you to the crew of ERS, the directors for all the Blurryface MV’s, and anyone who has been involved with these two incredible young men. You all put together these ideas, make them happen safely, but also dedicate so much time and we are so grateful. Tonight is for you too.

Thank you to the worldwide clique for continuing to share their unconditional love for Tyler and Josh. We are one family, who build one another up, share a common love, but also remind these two guys what they mean to us. You all are wonderful people and tonight is for you as well.

Here’s to the 2017 Grammy’s! Let’s enjoy this night, no matter the outcome because we will always be proud of Twenty One Pilots. Tyler and Josh have already won hearts around the world, which counts with no Grammy’s or 1, 2, 3, 4, or 5 Grammy’s. 

We will always sing along. |-/

anonymous asked:

21 please!

oooh interesting hahaha

21. “He’s a bad kisser.”

“Ah shit!” Isak groaned throwing his head back as he threw his keys on his bedside table and dropped his bag. 

Even looked up at the frustrated boy in alert “What? what is it?” 

“Jonas has my phone.” Isak moaned into his hands. 

Even shook his head “why…why would Jonas have your phone? is there literally anything you guys don’t share?” 

“Even the only thing you are wearing right now that isn’t mine is your underwear.” 


Isak screwed up his face “Eveeeeen” 

Even’s beautiful laugh filled the room as his eyes squinted up in slits “Kidding!” 

Isak blushed and smiled, an involuntary reaction whenever Even did that. 

Anyway, Jonas has my phone because he took it away when I kept texting you instead of listening to his rants about soft and hard tacos.” 

Even nodded “sounds like an interesting debate. on one hand the soft shell is easier to eat, but the hard shell adds an interesting authenticity that you just can’t-” 

“Oh my god stop!” Isak laughed. 

Even pursed his lips and tugged at Isak’s hip “can we go get tacos?” 

Isak smiled and shook his head “You are so random. We can if you give me your phone so I can text Jonas and tell him to bring my phone to school tomorrow.” 

“Anything for the man of my life.” Even replied, handing him his phone. 

Isak rolled his eyes, his cheeks hurting from all the smiling Even always got out of him.

“I’ll go get my jacket.” Even said, heading to the living room. 

“you mean my jacket” Isak laughed. 

he went into the messages to find Jonas’s name when he saw something he couldn’t unsee. 

There was a message to a number that hadn’t been added to contacts. Isak squinted at the message, his heart pumping hard. 


Yeah i’m seeing him again tomorrow. He is really sweet and everything but he is a baaad kisser. But yeah I’ll call you tonight :)

Isak felt his heart sink into his stomach, and his fingers instinctively touch his lips. Was he really a bad kisser?? he always thought Even was happy whenever they were intimate. But maybe, maybe it was all a lie? Then what else is a lie? Isak felt sick. 

“Hey baby you ready to go?” Even called from the living room and Isak swallowed his emotion. He wasn’t meant to see this. He will just try to forget about it. 

But of course he didn’t, he ended up staying up all night wondering if this whole time he was doing everything wrong. Why was Even still with him if he was bad at everything? What was the point? 

The next day he showed up to school grumpy and Jonas noticed. 

“What the hell is up with you? I gave you your phone back.” 

Isak grunted. 

“Okay speak up” mahdi said, all the boys leaning towards Isak, ready to listen to his problem. 

“Even thinks i’m a bad kisser.” 

Magnus laughed and Jonas furrowed his brows. “he said that?” 

“No he texted it to someone.” 

“Isaaak” Mahdi shook his head in disapproval. 

“I didn’t mean to see it! It was just there.” 

“Well who did he say it to?” 

“I don’t know, there was no contact name.” 

Jonas dismissed it with his hand “it’s probably nothing”

“NOTHING??? My boyfriend hates me!” 

“Even loves you.” Magnus stated shaking his head. 

“He basically kisses the ground you walk on” Mahdi agreed. 

“But my kissing!” 

Jonas shrugged “It’s just one thing.” 

Magnus nodded “Yeah he loves you despite your terrible kissing skill. that’s sweet.” 

Isak glared at him. 

“What? it is is! I mean you can’t all be pros like me” Magnus grinned smugly. 

The boys all looked at him unconvinced. 

“It’s true! Vilde can’t get enough. She is obsessed. I mean I could teach you some tricks if you like Isak” 

Isak screwed up his face “No thanks Magnus.” 

“what? I don’t mind. Your my friend. Theres nothing wrong with a friend showing another friend how to kiss.” 

Mahdi laughed, Jonas shook his head “You are seriously deranged Magnus.” 

“Okay so i’m gonna go. Sorry Magnus. I’m still not going to hook up with you.” Isak said walking away. 

“I don’t- that’s not- Guyyyys!” 

That night Even and Isak were snuggled up watching a movie when Even kissed Isak’s neck. he tensed up. The anxiety creeping up his body. Oh no. All he could think was how bad he was at kissing and how much it must disappoint Even. 

Even pressed his lips against Isak’s and Isak just sat there, unresponsive. 

Even pulled back confused 

“Baby what’s wrong? Are you upset.” 

Isak crossed his arms “I just, I don’t feel like doing anything.” 

Even nodded “Okay. That’s okay.” he smiled and wrapped his arms around Isak. 

Okay now Isak was mad. Even gave up way too easily. He must be relieved! Isak is a bad kisser. 

He shook off Even’s arm and lifted his head up. 

“Okay.. talk to me.” Even said, closing the laptop. 

“Well why did you give up so easily? Are you? Are you grossed out by me?” 

Even looked at him blankly “What? Isak what are you talking about?” 

“You think I’m a bad kisser.” 

Even laughed “baby, you are the best kisser in the world.” He raised his eyebrows “I’ve taught you everything you know.” 

“You’re lying.” 

Even’s eyes became concerned and he took Isak’s hands in his. “Isak I love every single part of you. I can’t even be in the same room without wanting to jump you. Your kisses send me to paradise.” he kissed his knuckles. “What is this really about? Tell me.” 

Isak finally caved “I saw your message. on your phone.” Even didn’t react so he elaborated “it said “he is really sweet but he is a bad kisser.” 

Even was confused and then he smiled “And you thought it was about you? Oh baby you’re everything but sweet.” he winked, poorly. 

Isak scrunched his brows “Then…who were you talking about?” he found the biggest fear hitting him hard in his chest. Was Even cheating?

“I don’t know, I didn’t write it.” Even said nonchalantly

Isak felt relief flood through him. 

“Then who did?” 

Even laughed and when realisation hit him “Oh my god! Vilde borrowed my phone when I was helping her plan Kosegruppa last night because hers were flat. She wanted to text Eva” 

Isak smiled brightly “So it was about Magnus.” 

The laughter consumed him and Even kissed his forehead with his smile. 

“Baby whenever you think you are a bad kisser, just come to me so I can prove you wrong.” 

and then his lips were on Isak’s and everything disappeared. 

No. This wasn’t bad. Not bad at all. 

I hope this was okay <3 

I Think I Wanna Marry You (Part 6)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: none.

Summary: It’s getting harder for the both of them to act like they don’t feel anything less than in love.

Read the previous parts here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Dedicated to: @scamanders26newtcase , @julibelen , @mayainneverland , @the-rain-pours-down ,

If I forgot to tag you, I apologize; don’t be shy to inbox me and let me know, and I’ll be sure to in the next part.


When they get back to the hotel, it’s like there hadn’t been any fight to begin with. They enter the building arms linked and smiling and giggling and behind them trail Castiel and Sam, faces adorned with furtive smiles that tell just how much they know.

(Because they do.)

(Even if Dean and Y/N don’t yet…)

They go through the lounge and then out onto the patio where (most of) the family buzzes around. Marilyn speeds left and right, asking about the flower decorations and when the arch will be there while the bride-to-be, eyes trained on a piece of paper in her hands, stands at the sidelines, mumbling—most likely reciting her vows, Dean reasons.

They say their hellos briefly and then head upstairs to change, returning at a few minutes to six to offer whatever help they can.

“Oh, thank God, some muscle.” Marilyn sighs with relief as her eyes skitter from Sam’s face to Cas’. “Could you guys help them carry in the calendulas? You can just put them here.” She points to one of the empty tables, and Sam gives a curt nod, before heading off.

“And us?” Y/N asks.

“Uhmmm…” Her mother whips back around, then, furrowing her brow, takes moment to think. Dean waits, hoping she says there’s nothing left to do because after the day he’s had, all he wants is to put his feet up and blow off some steam.

But his wish isn’t granted. Eyes widening in realization, Marilyn perks up with an idea, guiding them down to the pond where Rick and some of Y/N;s cousins are setting up the tikki torches.

Reflected in the calm waters, the glimmer of the flames is bright and rapid, tails of fire growing higher and higher and then smaller as the winds course through the air.

“Here.” Picking up two stray lighters, the elder Woman hands them to the pair. “Get started.”

And then she’s off.

Sharing curious glances for a second, Y/N and Dean twiddle with the lighters in their hands. They haven’t got much time left and so they begin.

The torches stretch past the pond and into the garden where the reception will be held, but even when they’re done lighting them up, there’s the lanterns on the steps. Then the candles. Then, just when Dean, exhausted from running left and right, is about to sit down for a breather, the fly-away lantern.

“The what?” He asks breathlessly, hunched over on one of the steps.

Y/N tries not to roll her eyes (but fails, because come on..). “The fly-away lantern.” She says. “The one that we’re gonna set off into the sky when the reception ends. They want to test it now to avoid any accidents this weekend.”

“Accidents like what? Setting fire to the clouds?”

“Shut up and come help me.” Ignoring his moans of objection, Y/N hauls her friend up onto his feet, giggling, and leads him over to the spot where the lantern is set. There are a couple of people fooling around near it, Rick and his posse smiling and passing it to each other like it’s a balloon before she grabs it mid-air.

She sets it down, rolling her eyes and gets out her lighter. “I can’t leave you boys alone for a minute, can I?”

“You have all these macho men to help you out, what do you need me for?” Grumbling, Dean crosses his arms over his chest like a child.

“None of these macho men is my boyfriend.”

“I could volunteer to be replacement.” Rick teases.

“Not so fast, buddy.” And Dean, stepping in right in front of him, almost growls even if he knows it’s just a joke.

(This whole thing, in a way, is.)

First, Y/N pins her hair up in a sloppy bun to keep it from getting caught in the flame. The wind tickles the exposed nape of her neck, sending a shock through her and coating it in gooseflesh. It’s dangerous, Dean presumes, to be setting off an almost-literal ball of fire into the sky when the winds are so violent, but it’s Y/N. Trusting her word is as good as trusting his own.

She flicks the lighter on. Casting her eyes up at him, she beckons the elder Winchester over.

“Dean, hold it up for me, will you? Yeah, like that. Okay, don’t let go, I’m lighting it.”

“Looks like someone’s a little pyro.”

“Shut up. Dean, now.”

The elder Winchester’s fingers uncurl and everyone takes a step back, watching as the lantern, gleaming like a ball of fire, slips from their hold and soon begins to rise.

Dean watches it, entranced, a bit surprised actually because it looks a lot better than he thought it would. His initial fear of it backfiring dissipates like fog. His eyes follow the lantern floating higher and higher, moving with the breeze, dancing almost and he doesn’t want t look away lest he miss any more of its enchantment….

But he can’t help his gaze from flickering to Y/N.

Y/N, smiling, head tipped back and staring up at it like a child. Her eyes are squinted as she laughs triumphantly, tenderly, and Dean’s heart leaps in his chest for the hundredth time today. The rest of the family is gathering around to watch their success, all cheers and rapture and trying to set off some more just for the hell of it. Sam and Cas are back, too. Sam and Cas, Dean realizes, are setting off their very own lantern as well, and it takes him a moment to realize that they are calling him to join in on the fun.

And within two minutes, there are about twelve balls of fire dotting the sky, floating past the clouds and into the heavens.

They set the night ablaze with their success with the lanterns, infecting everyone around with a twin triumph and energy that comes the win and then move on to helping string the fairy lights across the garden. Y/N holds the ladder in place for him and tries not to laugh every time Dean complains she stop shaking it. When they finish their sector, they move on to picking up the cake, arranging the flowers and by the end of the night their hands are blistered and calloused from a day’s work.

Later in the night Dean sits on the edge of the bed, kneading his sore palms together and grimacing. His limbs feel disjointed and his back hurts and if he thought being mauled by a werewolf was the most pain he’s endured then, this day has come a close second. (Even if he’s too stubborn to admit that to a taunting Y/N).

“You look like crap.” She struts out of the bathroom with her pajamas on and a towel turbaned around her head. Dean rolls his eyes, trying not to show how much the mattress dipping from her weight makes his spine tingle.

“And I’m assuming you feel worse.”

“You assume right.”

“We made it, Dean.”  And then there’s that somber air hanging between them.

He wants to turn to meet her gaze, to look into the pools of y/e/c he assumes are glinting like stars with joy, but the excruciating pain in his neck won’t let him.

Keeping his back to her, the elder Winchester instead shuts his eyes and lets his breathing even. The room is silent for a moment. Feint music, the roar of Marilyn shouting instructions on where to set what. Dean tires not to laugh. Y/N really is her mother’s daughter….

“Something wrong?” Scooting closer to the edge of the bed, she tips her head to the side.

Shaking his head, the elder Winchester lets out a sigh. “Just tired.” He explains. She watches him, patient, biting her bottom lip between her teeth in contemplation.

He hopes she can’t see through the façade—but hoping is as far as his requests go, as the young girl straightens out, alert, and trains her eyes on him.


“It’s nothing.”

“Don’t do this, okay? We just made up a few hours ago and I’m not ready for another—“

“I’m not doing anything—Y/N…”Within the flash of second, Dean whips around to face his friend, a tired, almost sympathetic smile etched in his face and takes her hand into his. It’s warm, flax. Y/N stills for a moment and the green-eyed hunter takes it as his chance to shift and move a little bit closer. Just close enough to see the wave of red that flushes her cheeks and then disappears. (You’d think by now they’d be past the coyness).

Her hand feels endlessly warm in his. They’ve been down this road before. So many times—within this past two weeks and within the past few months it is then that Dean is finally tired of the tip-toeing. Tired, but…not ready to do anything about it. Not yet.

Realizing the shift in atmosphere, the elder Winchester gulps and slowly releases her hand. He must be imagining it—the glint of disappointment that flashes across Y/N’s face. Because within a second, she straightens her back and clears her throat.

There’s an awkward, almost sad smile on her face. Almost embarrassed, this time it’s his turn to mask his emotions of hurt when he realizes this.

When the air is almost too painfully awkward, he clears his throat and gives a half-assed, definitely not hurt, definitely earnest chuckle as he turns his back.

“Man, sorry…” Wiping a hand down his face, he apologizes. “I’m just tired. Really, really tired. Wow. Uhm—do you want the bed tonight?” He glances over his shoulder.

Y/N fumbles and then finally gathers herself enough to fervently shake her head. “Uhm, no…it’s fine.” Comes a strained laugh. “I could go spend the night in Sam and Cas’ room. You get your rest.”

“I f you wanna stay then—“

“Dean…” And there’s that hand again on his shoulder as Y/N, shaking her head, expression dressed in just as much exhaustion, stares at him. At this point, they’re back to normal; to colleagues and best friends who read each other like a book. He can see in her eyes she knows just how tired he is.

Eyes sliding over his face, she gives his arm a little squeeze. “Rest.” She says.


Stricken by her spell, the only thing the elder Winchester can do is swallow, nod wordlessly and watch as she pecks a light kiss on his forehead and then leaves the room. When the door clicks shut, echoing in the graveyard silent room, he lets out a breath.


Y/N doesn’t want to sleep in Sam and Cas’ room. She doesn’t want to be any more than six feet away from Dean, but at the moment that seems the best decision for everyone. For her, for him—right now, they are two raging tornadoes hurtling towards each other, and the only way to avoid having a colossal catastrophe is to let them rage on their own.

When she gets to the room, she knocks gingerly on the door and within a few seconds Sam opens up.

“Hi, roomie.” She greets, smiling as she sidesteps into the room. Cas is there, sitting in a chair and reading a travel guide from the night stand and he greets her with a curt nod, barely looking up to meet her eyes. Y/N throws herself onto the bed with an oomph.

“Another fight?” Sam asks as he settles down at the foot of the bed.

She shakes her head against the castle of pillows, then grabs another and props it behind her head. “No. He just needs his beauty sleep so I let him have it in the form of our bed.”

“I thought it’s big enough for the two of you…I mean, you guys never mind rooming on a hunt.”

“This isn’t a hunt, now is it?”

“Apparently not.” he answers. “I’ve been doing some digging since we got here, actually. Looks like Boston is pretty monster-free.”

“Have you seriously been looking for a case while we’re at a wedding?” Y/N asked, amused. Smiling, Sam gets up and moves over to the desk where his laptop sits open.

“The wedding’s after tomorrow.”


The younger hunter looks up, eyes curious and calm, and Y/N takes in a deep breath.

“You…” She struggles for the words that so desperately cling to the floor of his belly, anxious. Sitting up, the sheets crumple and ruffle with her movements and she grips one of the pillows to her chest like it will somehow ease her nerves. Pauses. Deep breaths. Rapid heartbeat. She tries again.

“You know about…Dean, and…I—don’t you?”



At this point, even Cas has tuned in, his book carefully rested in his lap. Staring at the younger Winchester, she can feel sweat bead at the nape of her neck.

“Oh, God, this is so awkward.” Y/N groans as she buries her face in the pillow. Her cheeks and ears feel hot, but at least she’s gotten the wheel rolling with this, at least they’re in motion.

But then, out of the sudden silence, she hears the quiet titter of Sam’s laugh. Shooting up to sit, she looks at him. Her eyes bounce from him to Cas whom she finds has a twin smirk on his lips, and Y/N’s eyes narrow.

The younger Winchester notices this and stifles his laughs, holding a fist to his mouth. “Sorry, Y/N, it’s just uhm…” His eyes lift to her and he’s still smiling. “…I knew a long time ago. Probably before even you did.”


“We both did.” He gestures to Cas. “It’s kind of…. Hard not to.”

The angel nods, not lifting his gaze as he flips to the next page.You and Dean are quite inseparable.”

“And intolerable.”

“And infatuated, clearly, with each other.”

“It’s only been a matter of time before you guys found out. That’s why I actually, uhm, called Cas up this week to come here. So that we could…”Sam’s voice dies away and he averts his eyes to something else, scratching his head, and it’s obvious, and strange, and Y/N, arms still firmly coiled around her pillow feels like a child whose parents have just broken the Santa-news to them.

Sam knows. And Cas knows.


“And Dean?” She can’t help but ask, not even bothering to hide the eager tone of her voice.

Exchanging looks, the two are quiet for a moment. The air in the room stills and no one says anything. When no reply comes, she can feel the edges of her nerves fray more and more.

“Sam,” An admonishing tone drips from tongue. “And what about Dean? Does he know?”

“Not…entirely. Okay, look,” Sighing, he then crosses the room, perching himself down beside her. She glares him down as he sits clasping his hands together and resting his elbows on his knees.

“It’s hard to explain all this.”He states calmly

Her voice thin and almost cracking, Y/N’s eyes bore into his.“So this whole thing is one-sided?”

“What? No.”

“Dean does care about you, Y/N.” Cas supplements from his chair, his attention for his book long gone and now focused on them. “Immensely.”

“He’s in love with you.”


Sam bites his tongue and Y/N, gaping with wide-eyes, tries to gather the wind that has just been knocked out of her with his words. The world, just for split second, halts its movements and they are frozen,caught in a stand still of time and space and she



But before the younger Winchester can get a word out, there comes a knock on the door, drawing the attention away as Cas rises. When he swings the door open, Y/N isn’t surprised to see that it’s Dean.

With wet hair tousled in every which way, it’s obvious he has just showered and gotten ready for bed, already clad in some sweatpants and an old T-shirt. Gulping thickly, Y/N catches his eyes through the crack in the door.

“Can I come in?”

“Uhm, yes, sure.” The angel steps aside and in saunters the elder Winchester. When she looks at him, Y/N can see that, even if it might be miniscule, a bit fo tension has been washed away. Dean looks more tamed, more like himself as his lips form a smirk.

“Am I interrupting your slumber party?”

“You’re right in time.” The younger Winchester stands. “We were just about to braid each other’s hair.”

He laughs. “Oh, joy.”

“Beer?” Grabbing one of the cans on the table, Sam wiggles at his brother, smiling.

“Ice-cold, please.”

He tosses it to Dean and snapping it open, the elder Winchester takes a heavy sip, eyes fluttering shut.

Watching him, the coil in Y/N’s gut only tightens. She tries to make conversation, tries to laugh at his jokes, tries to act like she doesn’t notice that he’s a lot better now because even that feels too inconspicuous after what Sam just revealed, doesn’t it? Too suspicious? Maybe not. She’s tired and weary and after their second beer, Y/N gets up and decides to head back to spend the night in their room.

She splashes some water onto her face, cards her fingers through her hair and then crawl into bed. They don’t say anything to each other; not a goodnight or sweet dreams, but after the day they’ve had, the comfortable silence of the night is enough of an intimacy, especially when Y/N feels a hand slither beneath the blanket and lace with hers.



It’s a lot easier now that they’ve made up. Less tedious planning out their trips to fittings and rehearsals, definitely not as awkward as it once was, and Dean is definitely grateful that the entire wave of conflict between him and Y/N has blown over. It’s easier, now, for all of them; friends and family alike as they no longer have to pry either of them with questions of the other’s whereabouts…It’s easier now for Dean to let himself fall more and more in love with Y/N.

No strife nor resentment. They are yet again on the same page, and for him to say it feels like anything less than a great pleasure would be ridiculous.

Friday morning greets them with clear skies and warm sun, everything ripe and plump with color as they head into town for another fitting. Dean doesn’t stop mentioning this—the potent harmony—to Sam while they’re standing in the tailoring shop with Cas, arms raised up as they take the measurements round their waists because by God, he just can’t not ramble on about it.

Keeping as still as he can, the elder Winchester smiles subtly at his brother. “TGIF. I can’t wait for tonight.”

“I can see.” Sam chuckles in response, before a sly smirk forms on his lips. “ I see making up’s made you giddy nonstop, huh?”

“Giddy? I’m not giddy.”

“Dude, you were singing along to the radio today. Billboard one hundred.”

“Are we all getting suits for tonight or is dressing formal optional?” Castiel pipes up, earning the attention of both hunters as they turn to him standing by the mannequins, fingers trailing along the lapels. Brow knitted, the angel’s gaze bounces between the two.

“Well, I guess you can wear what you want. Thinking of sporting the trench-coat?” Sam prompts.

“Please don’t.” Dean shimmies his shoulders so that the jacket falls properly over his frame as he takes a look in the mirror. “Y/N wants us looking dapper as ever and that thing is…well..”

“Ragged. Yes, I know.” Cas answers plainly. With a sigh, he pivots around, sizing up one of the displays. It’s deep navy with a light, almost pastel marigold tie, and he sucks in a breath. “I’ll find a suit. Hopefully something—as Dean so put it—dapper.”

“’Atta’ boy.”

“Cas, pass me that silver tie, will you?” Sam asks. The angel tosses it to him and the younger Winchester quickly fixes it into place, eyes trained on his very own reflection.

When they’re done with suits, it’s onto picking up the minister from out of town and bringing him back to the hotel. Long drives and even longer conversations where Dean, for seemingly the first time does not mind  talking about how beautiful Boston is. Reverend Loyd was born here but moved away upon taking his oath, he tells them and the elder Winchester listens the entire drive, a content smile etched into his face.

(Because maybe he is giddy after all.)


The entire floor is filled with the sound of Donkeyboy blaring through the halls as Y/N gets ready.

Curling her hair, getting out her clothes, makeup. It’s the rehearsal tonight and, as declared by her elder sister, she’s going to have to look elegant and pleasant while retaining the focus on the bride to be. With that in mind, the entire preparation is set in place: her dress is spread across the bed alongside a pair of heels she borrowed from S/P/N and the room is scented with her fragrance of Peace Lilly perfume.  In the bathroom, Y/N is finishing up curling the ends of her Y/H/C hair as Stereolife slows to a finish on the speakers.

Sliding the curler through the last ringlet, she takes one of the bobby pins tucked between her lips and pins it in place, then does the back and spritzes a cloud of hairspray on to set it. Another song begins. Slower this time, wafting through the entire and, after taking one last look at the finish, she goes to turn the volume up. As she maneuvers around the room, her minds wanders. To tomorrow, what it will be like. To last night.

To Dean.

It’s no longer something she’s so ashamed of. Thinking about the elder Winchester has almost become a custom and so she chooses to not fight it. To embrace. It’s the only way she can make this any less painful, like a sailor thrown out into the sea, letting the tide wash over him. Consume—Y/N tries not to think about how much it has, so far. How much of her it has eaten, like a vicious disease she stubbornly refuses to treat.

She doesn’t want to treat it. She wants Dean.

And if she and Sam’s conversation over the phone last night means anything, then he wants her, too.

And isn’t that enough? Just knowing? She feels like it should be. Like yearning for more is a gluttony she needs to avoid lest Karma pay her a visit for not abiding, and yet at the same time it calls to her. Dean. Her Dean…He always has been, since the very day they met, two pieces of the same shattered glass and maybe they’re meant to fit together. Her Dean, for more than a year now.


They have battled and bled and been by one another for as long as she can remember. Dean is her best-friend, Y/N thinks. Even if it’s only mere thought, just knowing should be enough for her.


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#69 [Enzo Amore]

Requested, #69. “It just…hurts.” (Prompt from here.)

Author Note: So this is actually from a part of a story I wrote way back when Enzo first got injured on the Payback 2016 PPV. When I got this prompt, it was the perfect reason to finally finally finish this. It’s long and fluffy and I’m not sorry.

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You felt like the worst girlfriend in the world as you ran through the back hallways of the arena, attempting to make your way to the car bay.

You’d been in your locker room, finalizing getting ready in your ring gear, when Nattie had come in, asking if you’d been watching the current match. Truth be told, you’d been so busy being in your hometown, visiting with people and making appearances, that you hadn’t remembered to turn on the closed-circuit TV. You were too focused on getting ready for your own title match that night on the PPV.

But all it took was one sentence from Nattie for all of your focus to shift entirely away from anything to do with you.

“Enzo got hurt in his match.”

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The Defenders AU where it's the same but everyone can't stop making shitty puns
  • Matt: Alright, so let's recap. We'll storm Madame Gao's fortress from the back and hopefully, take down the initial force before reinforcements arrive. Jessica will lead the assault. She's the crown JEWEL to make this plan work. But just remember, Gao rules this area with an IRON FIST and will have a lot of support.
  • Jessica: Good, I like this plan. This plan, DARE I say it, is DEVILISHLY good.
  • Luke: But remember, I'm the tank of this group. If you ever need a HAND, I'll be glad to step in. I'm always open to STEP INTO THE RING.
  • Danny: Me too! I've been itching to get into a fight for a while now. I've got a lot of CAGED UP emotions that I need to let loose.
  • *Claire steps into the room*
  • Claire: Sorry I'm late you guys, traffic was really PUNISHING. I think it's because it's been a MISTY NIGHT tonight.
  • Danny: That's okay Claire. Here, I ELEKT Matt to buy you some NATCHIOS because you seem very stressed.
  • *Jessica spits something out*
  • Luke: Yo, you okay?
  • Jessica: I'm fine, I just got some COTTON in my MOUTH.
They’re Better Than You Are P.1 (Rob Benedict x Reader)

A/N: Hey guess what. It was @waywardswain ‘s birthday earlier this week and you all get to enjoy her birthday present. 

Part 2 will be uploaded way later tonight! Hope you enjoy part 1!

 Summary: You and Rob are married, but you’re going through a really rough patch. You play Metatron on Supernatural, (female Metatron), and the time has come for the two of you to film “Don’t Call Me Shurley”.

Pairing: Rob x Reader

Word Count: 1,298

Warning: Angst, Fighting, Emotional Hurt, Fluff

You and the gang sat in Briana’s hotel room, the annual after party since the Saturday Night Special was over. You were sitting on the hotel bed, by yourself, while there were groups of people around the room just talking, enjoying the night.

Rob was sitting on the other side, talking to Rich as he was fiddling with a guitar. The two of you were ignoring each other tonight, having gotten into another fight earlier that day. By this point, however, you couldn’t even remember what the fight was about.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” asked Matt, sitting down next to you on the bed. Matt and you were best friends; he could tell when things were off. Especially when you could even tell you were staring at your husband just a little too long.

“Yeah, yeah sorry. Long day, I guess.” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Matt sighed, knowing that you and Rob were having a rough patch at the moment.

“C’mon, let’s head to my room. We’ll talk.” said Matt, standing up and reaching out his hand for you to grab. You smiled, grateful at the action. You grabbed his hand, walking out.

You didn’t realize Rob was watching the two of you behind you.

“What’s up?” asked Matt, sitting down in a chair in his hotel room. You sat across from him on the bed.

“I don’t even know Matt. He won’t speak to me today; I can’t even remember what we fought about earlier, it was so small. I feel like I’m walking on eggshells just to be in the same room as him at this point.”

Matt sighed, walking over to sit next to you. You glanced up at him, already feeling the tears well up in your eyes. Matt opened his arms; you fell into them immediately, breaking down in tears.

Matt looked down at you, trying to comfort you the best way he could as he rubbed your back. The two of you have known each other since you were kids, and he wanted nothing more than to just go and punch Rob into sanity. But, he knew better.

Pulling yourself together for a moment, you sat up, just wanting to get these words out to someone, finally tell someone how you had been feeling.

“When Rob and I first got married, I made a promise to myself. I told myself we were gonna be better, I told myself that I wasn’t gonna let us end up like his parents. I told myself we were gonna be different.” I paused, looking at Matt.

“Have I let him down, Matt?”

Matt stood up, again sitting back down in the chair in front of you, taking your hands.

“You will get through this, Y/N; I promise you this right now. I don’t know what’s up with Rob, and I wish I had the way to fixit but you know I don’t. But no, you did not let him down, I promise you.”

“Then why do I feel like such a disappointment?”

Matt sighed, pulling you back into the hug. You needed to cry, and he knew that.

The two of you didn’t know, however, that Rob was standing outside the hotel room, hearing the sound of your tears that he caused. He tightened his fists in frustration, turning around, walking away from the door.


“What do I owe the pleasure of this phone call, Thompson?”

“OH DO I HAVE THE SURPRISE FOR YOU.” You laughed, leaning up against the counter in your kitchen. It was early morning, and Robbie Thompson had just called you.

“What’s up?”

“Okay, so you’re flying out to film more of season 11 later this week, right?” asked Robbie, obviously eager to get his news out for you.

“Yeah, why?” You had been given a week off during the fiasco of the last convention and filming episode 20 of season 11. You hadn’t been given the script yet though.

“Okay, so, you should be getting episode 20 in the mail either today or tomorrow. Full episode, you and Rob. Yes, I said it! You heard me! I’m bringing Rob back.”

Your eyes went wide a bit, not really sure how to feel about this. You felt horrible for thinking this, but things had been getting so bad with Rob lately that you were actually looking forward to flying out to set. A break was a break.

But hey, maybe it would be good. You and Rob would be forced to spend time together, no matter how hard he was trying to ignore you. This will be good. You could make this work.

“Robbie Thompson, that’s fantastic!! He’ll be so excited to hear that!”

“The producers should be calling him any minute, but I wanted to tell you myself.”

“Thanks man, I can’t wait to see you and read it. And don’t worry, I won’t tell him. He can hear it from the producers ha.” You laughed a little, wanting it to be a surprise.

You hung up the phone with Robbie Thompson, sighing a little. Here it was; a chance to finally start on fixing your relationship with your husband. God knows you were taking it.

“Don’t tell me what?”

You jumped, turning around, not realizing Rob was even home, let alone in the same room as you to hear your side of the phone call.

Rob stood across from you, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame.

“Oh, hey babe! That was just a call from-.”

“Are you cheating on me?”

You stopped right were you were, flabbergasted that he would even think that. You took a breath, careful of your next choice of words. You didn’t want to make this worse than it already was.

“Rob, no. I am not cheating on you. The fact that you would even think that of me Rob-.”

“What am I supposed to think, Y/N? Secret phone calls? You running off with Matt all the time? Don’t even think I didn’t see how close the two of you were being at the last convention.” said Rob, already knowing full well that he was the cause of it. He was just snapping. For what reason? Well, not even he could tell you that.

But you were done with it. Done.

“Listen here, Rob Benedict. In the love that is all good and holy, you should know me better than to think that I would ever cheat on you, you hear me? I don’t know what’s been up with you these past few weeks, but you better open your eyes and realize you need to be here to fix it.”

You found yourself walking towards him, close enough that your finger was out pointing against his chest.

“How dare you think I would ever cheat on you? How. Fucking. Dare. You.”

All of a sudden, the doorbell rang. You sighed, turning around to answer it.

Opening the door, a FedEx man stood before you, handing you two packages. You knew what it was already, scripts for you and Rob each for season 11 episode 20.

“Thank you.” you said to the man, closing the door and turning back to Rob.

“You know what Rob? I’m done trying to get your attention. I’m done dealing with the fact that you’ve given up.” You shoved his script in his face.

“I’ll see you in Vancouver.”

Grabbing your already packed bag, you turned around, walking out of the door. You were done.

Just. Done.

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Would You Tell My Story?

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Warnings: mentions of shootings, death, angst

A/N: Y’all, I’m just not up for writing tonight. This is an,,,incredibly old,,,piece that i never got to upload. Hope it doesn’t suck, and i hope you enjoy!

It started out as a normal show.

The announcement by King George came on, informing everyone to turn off their cell phones. The lights darkened, the actors started their songs, the crowd listened with open ears. Mid show, though, things took an odd turn. When act two began, it was obvious Lin had swapped places with Javier, his understudy. Murmurs ran throughout the crowd. Where had Lin gone? Javier certainly wasn’t bad, but to switch actors mid-show was odd. The show continued like normal until the end. The curtain closed, the cast signed autographs, and life went on. Soon enough, though, everyone knew what had happened. 

“Woman involved in shooting in critical condition”

“A woman caught in crossfire earlier today has been admitted to the hospital in critical condition. Miss (Y/n) Miranda, age 29, was on her way to the Broadway theatre when she was caught in the crossfire of a fight. The suspects, now in custody, ran when they realized they had shot her. More to come as the story advances.”

Every Hamilfan knew that name; Lin’s (recently wed) wife. They had gotten married no more than two months ago. She was backstage after every show. If you looked hard enough, she could be found wandering the streets of New York. No wonder Lin had left!

The hospital waiting room had become overcrowded with reporters, all waiting to interview Lin and (Y/n). But (Y/n) was asleep and Lin could barely make coherent sentences, never mind finish an entire interview! He had more or less been by her side since he got word of the incident. The nurses had teared up at the sound of him quietly singing ‘Helpless’ to her. His voice was pained, upset. They would walk away singing it to themselves, and each patient who heard the song would brighten at the lyrics.

No one had the heart to move him that evening. They kept a guard at the door to make sure no one tried anything, and allowed the two to continue to sleep. After all, they had no idea how much longer she’d last. (Y/n) was awake by the time Lin got up in the morning. Weak, but awake. She was incredibly pale, could barely talk, couldn’t breathe on her own. The doctors had changed her dressings and placed an oxygen mask on her during the night. She laughed weakly when he peppered her face in kisses.

“Everything’s alright now. So long as I have you with me, everything’s alright.” He whispered into her shoulder. She intertwined her hand with his and placed a kiss to his lips.

“You have a show tonight.” She mumbled. “I wanna come.”

“You aren’t moving from this bed. Javier is filling in for me tonight, alright? I’m staying right here.” (Y/n) made no move to argue. She was too tired from just talking, and was about ready for some more sleep. The doctor informed Lin that it was normal, considering how much blood she had lost. They said it would help her get better. That she would heal faster:

She didn’t.

“Daveed, put me down!” Lin snarled, banging his fists on Daveed’s back. The bigger man angrily set his friend down and grabbed him by his shoulders.

“She’s gone, Lin! She’s gone. I’m sorry, but there’s nothing they can do.” Lin ripped away from his grip. He stormed past the curious press and into the streets, hailing a cab to god knows where.

“So, You write?”

“Yes. I’m in the process of writing a play, actually.” Lin stared at the girl across from her. Though she had been quite all night, she lit up like a lightbulb at this.

“Oh, wow! Do you act? I love the theatre, used to act when I was in high school.” She rambled. “You look liked you’d be a good actor.”

“I…never really thought about it.” He replied sheepishly. She took a sip from her glass and waved off the comment. Resting her head on her intertwined hands, she smiled brightly.

“Tell me more about this play you’re writing.”

Daveed stood for a while before calling multiple people, all friends of Lin. Lin, if left alone, could be harmful to himself. It was common knowledge that he needed someone there to comfort him.

Lin sighed as he scratched out another sentence. He had been at this all day, but refused to take a break. Something about loosing his 'creative flow’. (Y/n) watched from the doorway as he crinkled another piece of paper.

“Linny, I think it’s time for a break.” The man shook his head. “Dear-”

“I’ve almost got it!” He insisted. The girl moved behind him, glancing at the pages he already had. Ironic as it was, he was working on the opening song. It was the last one he had to turn in.

She snatched the paper under his hands. “Try…this.” She scribbled something down and handed it back to him. Her hips swayed as she walked away, leaving him to his sick beats. He nodded approvingly.

“Thank you!”

Rafa was the first to find him. There, sitting on the edge of the stage, was Lin. He wasn’t crying like they thought he’d be. On the contrary, he was singing to himself. Rafa watched him for a bit before joining him.

“Hey buddy, what’re ya singing?” The man quietly asked. A smile adorned his face as he took a seat. Lin shrugged and looked at his hands.

“Composing a song for (Y/n).” He replied. Rafa sighed. The poor guy was in denial. “It’ll be harder to do when funeral preparations start.”

“Where are you taking me, you loser?” (Y/n) laughed. She held her arms out protectively in front of her, not trusting Lin to guide her. She was suspicious the minute he took out the blindfold.

“Almost there, I promise. Don’t look quite yet!” He shouted when she attempted to remove the cloth. Civilians were startled by his random outburst. A minute or so later, they arrived. He let the blindfold fall around her neck. “Tada!”

(Y/n) gasped. There, in Bold letters, were the words 'In The Heights’ featuring a picture of Lin and his crew as the characters. He had done it. He had actually done it!

“Do you like it? Your name is in the playbill as my shoutout. And I bought you a first-row ticket for tonight-” She engulfed him in a bone crushing hug, littering his face with kisses and leaving red lipstick marks.

“Congratulations! Oh my god, you’re going to be famous. Don’t let it get to your head alright? But don’t be too modest. Oh, I’m so proud of you!” She said quickly. Though it came out more as a jumble of words than a coherent sentence. Lin laughed. With a quick, smooth motion, he picked her up bridal style.

“Relax, alright? I’ve got you to keep me modest. So, about tonight-”

“Oh my god, we have to go home! I’ll barely have time to get ready. Lin, we gotta go!”

“The show isn’t for five hours, though!”


“Yeah, man?”

“I need a favor.”

“Whatever you say, sir!” The bigger man joked. Lin cracked a minuscule smile at the attempt of a joke. “What’s up?”

“Will you help me tell her story?” Rafa was shocked. Him? He and the entire cast had met Lin’s wife many times, but he never thought Lin would ask him something like this.

“I’d be honored.”

“Why Hamilton?” (Y/n) asked. “I mean, why not Washington or Nixon?”

“'Cause the book was about him.” Lin mused. His pencil scratched against the paper of his journal, lyrics and thoughts and notes flowing onto the page. A strange man, indeed. He had thought of it while the two were on vacation. He practically threw himself out of his hammock to grab a pen and paper. (Y/n) had no doubt he could write this play. As long as he had the support he needed, he could do anything. And she would be there to back him up the entire way.

“I’ll leave you to it.” Lin’s head shot up and stared at her.

“Would you mind if I borrowed that phrase?”


The whole cast had turned up when they heard of Lin’s whereabouts. They listened to him singing and crossing out ideas, helping him where he needed it. Daveed took the liberty of informing (Y/n)’s family of her death. He didn’t think Lin could bear to do it.

For the most part, the cast were silent. They only spoke when spoken to. They had a show in two hours anyways, might as well save their voices.

“Can someone tell Javier I’ll be here tonight? Thanks.” He muttered before returning to his writing. No one wanted to object. That is, no one wanted to have him alone that evening, and none of them could take off. Daveed typed a quick text to the double.

Tonight would only be more painful, wouldn’t it?

“Boy, you got me helpless! Oh, look at those eyes, woah-oh…” (Y/n) sang quietly. Lin watched her from the kitchen, never once informing her of his presence. How she had learned that song, he wasn’t sure. He had only finished it two days ago! She would make a perfect Eliza. However, he knew she’d never do it. Despite having acted in high school, she had developed a bad case of stage fright. She’d never perform if you payed her.

“Eliza, I don’t have a dollar to my name, an acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fame…” he sang, wrapping arms around her waist. The (h/c) girl jumped in surprise. That didn’t stop her from continuing her song, though.

“You would make an amazing Eliza.”

“Not happening, my love.” She replied.

“I know. Doesn’t mean I can’t say it, though.”

The show that evening was more emotional than usual. At 'Helpless’, everyone in the theatre teared up. Lin stuck through the whole show, though, and even stayed for autographs. He thanked every fan for coming. He was patient, he was kind. Every fan got their turn. The ones that apologized for his loss really got to him. By the end of the night, he just wanted to go home. But he waited until he got to the last fan.

“Hey, thanks for coming tonight! Who should I sign this to?” He started with his usual greeting. The young lady smiled at him.

“Vanessa, Vanessa Nadal. Trust me, I’d come every night if I could.”

“Well, I’m glad you like it that much! It’s always nice to hear good things.”

“How could anyone say bad things? It’s the show of the year! You don’t get to be show of the year by not being good.”

“I suppose you’re right. It’s been nice meeting you, Vanessa. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime?” Lin replied. Vanessa shook his hand, a grin on her lips.

“Maybe you will.” She whispered as he walked away.

clumpyrover123  asked:

"You don't see me" BOYF RIENDS PLZ!!! :D

(I’m only 10 years late lmao)

“You don’t see me.” Michael said, biting his lip.


“I’m scared that you don’t see me.” Michael said, as if it gave any amount of clarification to his previous statement.

Jeremy sat up from his bed to look at Michael who was laying on his floor in a sleeping bag. It had been a while since they’d had a sleepover. “Michael it’s like 4 am. What are you going on about?”

Jeremy’s eyes had adjusted to the dark of the room so Michael’s features were no longer swallowed by the black of the room that had before when they first decided they’d try to sleep nearly an hour ago. “I’m looking at you right now.”

Michael groaned, his tired mind making everything fuzzy. He knew it was strange for him to just start saying this but he felt strange. He regretted starting this feelings jam but his mind was too weak to stop the words from flowing. “I feel like even though you don’t have optic nerve blocking on anymore you just can’t see me.”

“Don’t be cryptic Michael. You’re being confusing.”

“Well maybe it’s because I’m confused.” His voice was distant and soft.

“I can see you perfectly fine Michael. After everything we’ve been through together, we’re closer than ever. Don’t you think…?”

Michael ran his fingers through his messy hair. His mind was buzzing and spinning and it made it hard to focus on the world around him. His words seemed to spin as his thoughts did, making less and less sense as they all got jumbled together.

“But can you? You can see me but you can’t? Not in the way I want you to? I know you can see me… that’s not what I mean.” Michael was really just talking to himself now and trying to get coherent words out.

Jeremy laid his head back down on the pillow. Whatever it was Michael was trying to say, it could wait until the morning. Maybe then he’d have a coherent string of words.

He always got way too emotional late at night. “Sorry.”

“For what?” Jeremy laughed weakly. “I’m use to your late night rambling by now. We didn’t even smoke tonight. You just normally aren’t this strange.”

Michael made no reply. Jeremy sat up to check on him. He was fast asleep, passed out in his sleeping bag.

Jeremy stared down at him for a moment, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. “I love you too.”

Bechloe One Shot: Blind Date

What’s up nerds? This was requested by @metalheaddrummer. I hope you like it, dude!!

Chloe agrees to let Jesse set her up on a blind date. The big surprise is who Chloe’s date ends up being… (You guys know who it is…. ;)

“What’s up, Red?” Chloe heard a familiar voice call from behind her. She was surprised to turn around and see Jesse approaching her.

“Jesse, hey, what’s up?” She continued to scroll and look at her laptop.

Jesse came over and sat down beside her, smiling. Chloe gave a slight smile back. She felt weird. While she had talked with Jesse on numerous occasions, it had never been without Beca there, unless it was a “Hey, have you seen Beca?” Either way, her best friend, and also his girlfriend, was the center of Jesse and Chloe’s relationship. She knew Jesse knew that Beca was at work at the radio station. So he had to be talking to her for some other reason.

Chloe waited for him to say something. He seemed to be trying to figure out how to start the conversation. Chloe sat her laptop down at her feet and turned toward him, “Something you need, Jesse?”

He looked up and chuckled, “Uh, yeah… Kinda. Are you seeing anyone?”

This question took her by surprise. Not just because of who was asking, but because no one had really asked her that in almost 3 years. She had dated since she had been at Barden, but nothing had been serious. A few guys here and there, and one drunken night with a small brunette girl who reminded her so much of the reason why she couldn’t give her heart to anyone else.

Jesse could see the surprise on her face, but misinterpreted, “Oh, hey, it’s not… I don’t want to know for me. I have this friend who’s looking. Really nice, guy. Tall. Good smile. I just thought maybe you guys would hit it off.”

Chloe’s expression didn’t change. “Oh. Jesse, I don’t know… I’m not really all that into blind dates…”

He reached over and grabbed her hand and squeezed, “Please, Chloe. Trust me on this. I think that you are really going to like who I am setting you up with. I think I know what you like better than you think I do.”

I seriously doubt that,” she thought to herself as her mind drifted to Beca. That’s really the only person she wanted. Beca. Jesse’s girl. The long-term lover of the guy who was trying to set her up on a date.

She had been infatuated with her ever since she first saw her walking around at the activities fair, hair pulled back showing off her “ear monstrosities” as Aubrey so often called them. Beca’s stand-offish attitude and innate disgust for group activities had been threatening to her college bestie, but Chloe had seen right through her tough attitude and immediately felt drawn to the caring, passionate person underneath.  

Plus, she was beautiful. Breathtakingly so, and as the years had drawn on and their friendship had grown and deepened, Chloe couldn’t stop thinking about her. About wanting to kiss her, wanting to caress her soft cheeks or lace their hands together. No matter where Chloe went or what she was doing, something always seemed to remind her of Beca.

The Bella’s often went out and did things together, and whenever they would, sometimes Chloe would let her emotions, and her hormones, get a little out of  control and she’d slip up. 

Like the time the Bella’s all took a trip to Six Flags. They were standing around deciding what ride they wanted to get on first, but their large group was in the way. A woman was trying to walk past them with her family, but Beca was in her path, so Chloe casually slipped her hand around Beca’s waist and pulled her back. It was a simple thing. Something she would’ve done to any of the girls,  but she left it there just a little too long. She found herself almost pulling Beca into her and when she realized this, she immediately let go. Beca didn’t notice, or if she did, she didn’t say so. Beca always seemed to miss Chloe’s “slip ups.”

Jesse waved a hand in front of Chloe’s face, “Earth to Chloe, you in there? Come on, just say yes. It’s one date. It won’t kill you, and you’ll be surprised by how into it you’re going to be.”

Chloe sighed and racked her brain for a good excuse as to why she shouldn’t give it a try. “Okay, fine. When and where?”

Jesse bounced with excitement, “Okay, awesome! Tonight, Grace’s, say… 7?”

Chloe whined, “Grace’s?… That place is expensive and fancy… That means I’m going to be broke AND I have to wear a super nice dress.”

Jesse got up to leave, “Don’t worry about paying. That will be covered. When you get there, the reservations will be under my name.You’re not gonna regret this, Chloe.”

Beca got off work and had a message from Jesse telling her to meet her at the restaurant. It was odd of him not to come pick her up, but he said that he had some things to take care of before meeting her.

Beca was happy with Jesse, but over the course of the past year they had become more like friends than boyfriend and girlfriend. They still went out, held hands, and kissed, but that initial spark between them was gone, and she was sure that he felt that way too. Tonight’s date was probably his last stitch effort to fix it.

She expected that he would have some kind of elaborate night planned. Dinner at Grace’s, a walk in the park where she would then be serenaded by the Bellas or the Trebles, and then probably some poem that we would read aloud to her. Jesse was a big romantic and Beca could get into it sometimes.

She got ready, grabbed her coat, and headed out the door. When she arrived at Grace’s she didn’t see Jesse waiting for her outside. She tried calling him, but he didn’t answer. “He’s probably already inside,” she thought.

She stopped at the hostess desk, “Excuse me, I’m looking for my date. I was supposed to meet him here at 7.”


“Jesse Swanson.”

The woman stepped from behind her desk, “Right this way, Miss.” She led Beca to a table towards the back.

She waited for almost ten minutes and she was growing anxious when she saw the hostess heading back toward her table. She was taken aback to see Chloe step out from behind her. “Chloe? What are you doing here?”

Chloe was just as confused as Beca, “Um, I’m supposed to be meeting Jesse’s friend here for a date… What are you doing here?”

“I’m supposed to be meeting Jesse here. He didn’t say anything about double dating tonight.” Beca felt her phone buzz in her hand. It was a text from Jesse.

Beca,  you and I both know that things have been kind of dialing down between us for some time now. But there’s someone in your life things haven’t dialed down with. At first, I tried to ignore it. I thought you guys were just really good friends. But the more you were around each other the more I could see it. You like her, Beca. And she likes you. You and I have never looked at each other the way that you two steal glances all the time. I may be the craziest man in the history of the world for this, but I’m setting you up with Chloe. Enjoy yourself. No hard feelings. I expect details as to how this night goes. Love you (in some weird twisted maybe platonic, maybe not kind of way.)

Beca stared at her phone for a long time just re-reading what Jesse had just sent. She looked from her phone to Chloe, who was still standing with her coat on.  “Umm…” 

Beca’s head was spinning. She was kind of embarrassed that she had let her feelings for Chloe show so openly, but she also felt butterflies in her stomach. She always got that feeling when Chloe was around. She looked at her friend, her potential date, and she was short of breath because of how beautiful she looked. Her hair as curled and falling on her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes were sparkling with eye shadow she had on. Beca’s eyes drifted to her lips which were bright red. Damn, she looks amazing… 

Before Beca could try to explain what was happening, Chloe’s phone went off.

Chloe, she’s all yours. Take care of her, will you? She really likes you.

Chloe’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t believe what she was reading. “Beca… Um, Jesse just text me, and… Well… I think that…”

“He set us up.” Beca finished Chloe’s sentence.

Chloe’s face was as red as her hair. “Look, Beca… We can just leave. We don’t have to do this. I don’t know what he was thinking. I swear, I had no idea…”

Beca went around the table to Chloe’s side, “No. Don’t leave. Here, let me take your jacket.” Chloe let Beca pull her coat off her shoulders and watched her hand it to one of the employees. She came back and pulled the chair out, “Sit down.”

Chloe shook her head, “Beca, I… Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, really sure because we can just forget it all and go home.”

Beca’s face softened at how nervous Chloe seemed to be. Chloe, who always seemed so put together and in control. The girl who never faltered when a guy would make a pass at her at party. The girl who could confidently stand on a table and dance to the song “Get Low” after only consuming two alcoholic beverages was nervous about potentially being on a date with Beca. Beca the tiny, socially awkward DJ.

She smiled and crossed to Chloe realizing that tonight she was going to have to be in control, and for some odd reason, she felt it. She felt excited and empowered. She wanted to be here with Chloe so badly that all her usual fear and anxiety seemed to melt off of her and pass onto Chloe.

 “Chloe, do you honestly think that I don’t notice how you make excuses to touch me? That you fight for the spot on the sofa next to me on Bella Movie Night? Oh, and that you are constantly eye-balling my cleavage?” 

The look of embarrassment increased on Chloe’s face. “There are reasons why I never pulled away from you. Reasons why I always made everyone else move off your spot on the couch… Look, I don’t really do emotions and feelings well… But, you look incredibly beautiful tonight. More so than usual, if that’s even possible. I want you to sit down and have dinner with me. Just the two of us. And if you’re up for it, I may even slip my foot over next to yours underneath the table.” Beca gave a wink and Chloe laughed.

“Okay. I’ll have dinner with you.”

They ate, talked, and laughed all through dinner. When desert came, Chloe felt a soft foot rubbing against her leg. “Oh my God, Beca…” Beca didn’t look up, but just grinned when she felt Chloe’s foot playing with her own.

They were walking out the door carrying to-go boxes toward their cars. “So despite us being set up in such a strange way, this has been pretty great,” Beca said as she stopped beside Chloe’s car.

Chloe nodded, “It has.” She hesitated and looked into Beca’s eyes.

“What is it?”

“If you knew that I liked you and you liked me, why didn’t you ever say anything?” Beca looked up at Chloe, seeing she was kind of hurt.

Chloe could see Beca wasn’t expecting that and she kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “I don’t know… At first I thought that you were just fooling around. That you were “play flirting” I guess. But the longer it went on, the more I wanted you to be real flirting. But I just couldn’t imagine you being into me. You are so great. You’re kind, sweet, caring, talented, gorgeous, and I am… Well, I am me. Plus, I had never had feelings for another girl like that before. It scared me, you know. Currently does scare me. Especially with you standing in front of me with those blue eyes that I could get so lost in…”

Chloe blushed and smiled rolling her eyes, “You don’t have to sweet talk me, Beca. I’ve already fallen.”

Beca had been different all night. She had been more confident in her actions and words. Chloe could see that confidence fading now as she looked up and fixed her gaze on Chloe’s lips. “Well… Good… Then… Then I can… Uh, I can do this…” She reached up and placed her hand on Chloe’s face pulling her lips down to her own. It was soft and sweet. Beca pulled back slowly finding that Chloe was following her not wanting the kiss to end.

“I owe your boyfriend big time,” Chloe giggled as she licked her lips. She could still feel the tingle of where Beca’s hand and lips had just been.

“Ex-boyfriend, I think…” Beca said scratching her head.

Chloe smiled and put her hand on Beca’s waste dragging her closer, getting to leave it there this time. “Well, since he is your ex, I won’t feel as bad about doing this.” She pressed her lips to Beca’s. This time the kiss was more urgent.

Chloe gently pushed her tongue to Beca’s barley touching it, but it was just enough to make Beca want more. 

Her whole body was beginning to heat up. She wrapped her arms around Chloe’s waste and slowly let her hands fall lower onto Chloe’s backside.

“What do you say we rendezvous some more back in my room?” Beca was smiling from ear to ear.

Chloe returned the large smile, “I think that sounds great. I’ll meet you there in ten.” Chloe watched Beca practically run to her car. Chloe grabbed her phone and started typing:

You have no idea what you have done. Thank you so much!! We owe you, big time!

Chloe hit send and then jumped into her car to race back to the Bella house, where she could finally be with Beca in the way that she knew it was always meant to be.

A trimberly fanfiction

So as I said, I am writing a trimberly fanfiction and here is part 1. Don’t be too harsh on me as I rarely write.  I just love this pairing so much ya know? That I thought I would try my hand at writing again.

So let me know what you think ok? Forgive any mistakes as I have only seen the movie once and I’m going off of my fantastic memory /sarcasm.

Italics = past events.

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Million Reasons

Okay so this wasn’t requested by I sort of got the idea from Million Reasons by Lady Gaga (definitely recommend listening to while reading this). It hasn’t been edited or anything so I’m hoping it’s okay, if not I’m really sorry!!!! As per usual, please please please to send me any requests or ideas! TBH I sort of have a thing for like joker being a dick and then begging to get her back? Next time I pinky promise it’ll be lighthearted and no arguing!! Just good ol’ Joker fun 

Pairing: Jared Leto Joker x Reader

Warnings: Nothing really? I guess maybe like mention of physical abuse ??? but honestly nothing really. 


This was your dirty little secret. No one knew, not your best friends, not your coworkers, and especially not your boyfriend. The Joker would not be okay with you going to church. You only went on special occasions such as a bad fight, emotional confusion, anything that made your chest heavy. It was nice to just be able to talk without having to worry about people hearing your every word.

Tonight was a an especially bad fight. Joker had always had a bad temper, never really calm, always unpredictable. Being his girl was hard, you never knew if today was going to be a good day or if today was going to be the day he finally snaps on you. Tonight was the night that he lost it. Never had he laid a hand on you that you didn’t want. Tonight was the exception. You didn’t have a clue what had happened, one moment he was fine and then the next his hand hit your face with incredible force. The sheer power behind the hit confirmed your fears of an awful black eye. That’s why you were at the church across the city where you were sure he couldn’t find you.

“I don’t know what I did wrong… I don’t know why he hit me. I just don’t know what to do. Please help a girl out?” It seemed as though you were talking to yourself but really you were talking to the man upstairs. You had no clue if he was actually real or not, you weren’t a huge believer but it still felt good to feel like someone was listening to you. “I just want everything to be okay. He’s given me a hundred million reasons to leave but he could give me one good reason and I would run back to him like a helpless little girl. I didn’t want this life. I wanted to find love and I wanted the man of my dreams to cherish me… Is that too much to ask God? Is it too much to ask to be loved? I’ve lost everyone… I’m completely alone. Lord show me the way…” At this point the mix of the painful mark on your face and the emotional pain that came with analyzing your life caused a single tear to slide down your bruised cheek. You quickly wiped it away, refusing to let this get to you.

“It’ll be okay y’know?” You jumped at the unexpected voice. You snapped your head around to see a friendly face, shoulder length brown hair, sparkling brown eyes, a supportive smile. She seemed friendly enough.

“At this point I don’t know… I’m completely lost. I don’t even know where to start. I don’t even know if anyone is listening to me up there. I just need everything to be okay. He doesn’t even love me.” She moved up to sit beside you. With a deep breath in she looked at you. You didn’t see pity in her eyes as you expected, but empathy.

“The bruise will go away and eventually so will the heart ache. I’m assuming the man you love did this to you?” she said, moving a piece of hair that had fallen over your face. You nodded and looked down at your feet, embarrassed that you had let it get to this point. “I know it’s a lot easier said than done but you shouldn’t stay with him. You need to love yourself as much as you love him. Take all the love that you’ve devoted to him and give it to yourself. Love yourself to pieces, respect yourself, admire yourself and how strong you are. It’s hard, I know, I’ve been where you are. When I was with my Andy I loved him to pieces regardless of the bruises that he gave me, regardless of how awful he made me feel. The last straw for me was when I ended up in the hospital with a bad concussion from him. A nurse told me something when I was lying in the hospital bed. She said, ‘The love you give him must become the love you give yourself. The best way to show him he hadn’t completely broken you is to show him how strong you are. Show him that you are much stronger than he could ever be. Love yourself darling, give yourself everything he couldn’t.’ I think about that a lot actually. I think about how much that one woman changed my life. I figured I’d pass the message on,” her voice softened towards the end attempting to create a calm atmosphere.

“I wish I could leave him but I can’t. He’s all I have left. I can’t leave him.”

“Y/N. Why are you in a church?” The voice you were dreading to hear came from behind you. The weight collapsed on your chest making even the simple task of breathing impossible. You simply looked down rather than answer him. “Y/N answer me.”

“I come here whenever I don’t feel good. When we’ve fought, when you’re angry at me for lord know what reason, when I just don’t know what to do, when I’m lost. I come here to talk with no consequences okay? I come here when I need to think.” The words came out in one fast breath, worried that if you tried to breathe you wouldn’t be able to say a word. He stayed silent, processing what you had said. He hadn’t realized that he had caused so much turmoil in your life. He never meant to hurt you, he just didn’t know how to care for people.

“Y/N come home.” You shook your head, face scrunching up as you really started to cry. You couldn’t handle this anymore. You were utterly terrified of the man you loved. He had never said ‘I love you’ but you always thought that deep down he did, that deep down he cared for you and he needed you. You couldn’t live in fear that he would hurt you again. You turned around, facing the front of the church and stayed silent for a moment.

“J you hit me.” Your voice was shaky and quiet but clear and loud enough for him to hear. Those words tugged at the Joker’s heart. He never meant to hurt her, especially not physically. He never meant to tarnish her flawless skin. As much as he hated to admit, in fear that it might take away from his ruthless image, he cared for her quite deeply. You studied his face as he fell silent, unable to produce enough words to form an acceptable apology. He simply just shook his head in shock and backed away from the girl of his dark, twisted dreams.

Your face fell at the lack of his apology. You hoped he would at least try to fix things so that you had that one single reason to stay with him. You were desperate to have someone by your side, desperate for someone to take care of you, to give you everything you need or want, you were desperate for someone to fill the void left by the loss of all of those you ever loved. You were desperate for him.

“J if you can’t make this better then I’m going to go. I’m too strong to let you hit me. I’m too strong to let you control me. I’m too strong to be in fear of you and the things you’re capable of. “If you can’t fix this then I’m done J…” It pained you immensely to say those words to him. He wasn’t on for emotions and you knew that but the look in his intense blue eyes showed you everything he was thinking. They showed that he regretted his decision to hit you, you could see every emotion he could ever feel.

“I can make this right. Anything you want, anything you need, I can get it for you. I’ll pamper you and spoil you and I’ll treat you like my queen. You’re the light of my life Y/N. You keep me as sane as I could ever be. You can’t leave me Y/N. You can do this to me. You’re the one I want, you’re the one I need. Baby if I was king you would be my queen. You’re good for whatever bits and pieces of my soul are left. I can’t do this without you Y/N. I’ll make this better baby,” he rambled, in need of your acceptance and approval. “Give me one more chance Y/N, I promise things will change. I would do anything for you,” he pleaded.

You gave one sharp nod and headed towards the doors of the church. He exhaled a deep breath of relief, elated that you agreed to come home. You didn’t know if you were making the right decision or not but love makes someone do crazy things. Maybe you were blinded by your love for him, maybe not, but you trusted yourself to give him this one last chance. He walked up behind you and placed his hand on the small of your back and placing a single kiss on the top of your head.

“You’re mine Y/N, you always will be and I will always be yours.” You slightly leaned into him and rested your head on his shoulder. He visibly relaxed as he felt you against him and pulled you in closer. In this moment you knew you were his and he was all yours. Entirely devoted to you til death.

Lockdown (3/?)

“Maryse,” Magnus said, greeting her when all he wanted to do was snap his fingers and built a 100 foot high wall around himself.

“Magnus,” she replied, echoing his cool yet still polite tone.

“I didn’t know you were back in New York,” he continued, he was stuck here so he might as well try his best at polite conversation.

“I’m not…officially,” she added approaching him, “I came to check in on Max and got caught in the lockdown. I heard you were here and wanted to thank you properly for what you did for him. It meant a lot to our family, I’m sorry I didn’t get the opportunity to speak you when I saw you last.”

The unspoken, “when you broke my other son’s heart,” seemed to hang thickly on the air.

“Well, Max is a great kid. I’d never want anything bad to happen to him,” Magnus smiled pleasantly as he edged closer to the exit.

“And Alec?” she asked,

“I hardly think this is something I need to discuss with you Maryse,” Magnus answered crisply, after his confrontation with Alec, he was hardly in the mood for round 2.

“Magnus please,” she said, talking with her hands in a gesture he found sadly familiar, “ I don’t mean to cause offense… truly. I know things are difficult between the two of you, and that I haven’t always been the most supportive…”

Magnus cocked an eyebrow as the woman before him stated the most obvious truth he had ever heard,

“but I do hope that things work themselves out between you.” she told him, sincerity ringing clear in her voice. “Alec has always felt responsible for everyone else in his life, confined by the rules laid out for him. Trapped, really, on a path that Robert and I set out for him when he was too young to understand that it would never be what he wanted.”

Magnus listened in stunned silence, he had never imagined that Maryse Lightwood of all people would ever open up to him in such a way, least of all, admit that she had made a mistake in raising her son.

“When Alec met you, he learned that it was ok for him to break those rules, that it was ok, to want what he wanted. I’m only sorry that it took us so long to realise that too and that for so long he felt he couldn’t be open with us. You set him free from the cage that we trapped him in Magnus, and despite my previous misgivings and harsh judgements, I’m grateful to you, you saved him when he needed it the most.”

“Thank you, Maryse,” Magnus said, taken aback by the sudden turn of events and truly warmed at her words. Not that they would do him any good now…

“He does understand your decision you know?” Maryse offered as they left the room together, standing side by side in the small corridor, “He may not like it, but as head of his own people, he understands and respects that sometimes you will have to put them first, All he wants is the chance to stand by your side while you do that.”

“And then what?” Magnus challenged softly, “we suffer through this war to find peace, only to have it shattered again the next time.”

“You’re right, there will always be another war,” she agreed, unknowingly echoing his own past words, “but you need to decide what is more important to you. Taking the chance to cherish the time you could have together or letting the threat of war consume you.”

Magnus closed his eyes and dropped his head, although he knew in his heart what was more important, his head fought back with a hundred reasons why he was wrong. Standing alone in the hallway, Magnus knew that by the time he left the Institute, he had to silence this internal war for good and make a choice. Would his head win out and shore up his crumbling resolve or would his heart find the courage to fight for what he wanted.

“Alexander,” he whispered, only now truly comprehending the bravery Alec had shown when he had chosen Magnus that day, “you never cease to amaze me.”


“So, how exactly did you trigger the lockdown?” Izzy questioned.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jace smirked,

“Oh really, I’m sure,” Izzy shook her head, eyebrow arched knowingly, “Alec won’t be happy when he finds out.”

“Look Iz,” Jace shrugged, keeping up the charade, “all I know is that neither one of them was ever going to make the first move. Thankfully, this completely accidental, and by no means pre-planned or carefully executed lockdown might knock some sense into their stubborn heads.”

“Yeah, let’s hope so,” Izzy agreed,

“Hope so what?” her big brother questioned, entering the room unexpectedly,

“That we can figure out what triggered the lockdown and fix it,” she covered quickly, frowning as she took in Alec’s tired gaze and heavy movements, “Alec, It’s late… you’re exhausted. Go get some sleep, we can handle this,”

“I’m fine,” he said, his bandaged hand moving to cover hers on the table top,

“No you’re not,” Jace cut in, “and I don’t just mean the hand…and don’t even bother arguing because we both know I’m right.”

Alec had been repressing his emotions for weeks, as much to keep them from affecting his Parabatai as it was to protect himself, but the sympathetic look in his brother’s eye confirmed that it clearly wasn’t working.

“Get some sleep Alec…and not in your office!”

“Fine!” Alec caved petulantly. If it would get them off his back for 5 minutes he’d spend the night in his room, but really what was the point? He knew when he was lying there alone tonight, a thousand unsaid words battling in his mind, that sleep wouldn’t come. “but if anything happens you come get me.”

“Sure thing big brother,” Izzy smiled, patting him reassuringly on the back as he left the room.

Ok guys I'm emotional because something really strange just happened..

I was rewatching 7x10 last night cause y'know feels, and paused the recording and instead of turning the box off like I usually do at night, I just switched the tv off. So tonight after I got home I decided I’d watch the new movie the girl with all the gifts so turned the TV back on and there’s the image of Caryl hugging goodbye where I paused it the night before. So I figured I’d just watch the end of the episode first cause I love it, and then change it over.

It’s nightime, and my brothers over the hall and I don’t want to bother him with the noise so I plug in these cheap crappy headphones that I use into the side of the TV. I hit play, and this is where it gets weird. After watching for a few seconds I thought the headphones had broken because something about the sound was strange. I could hear something, but it wasn’t the usual audio that I’d heard many times over when watching the episode. I rewound it a little bit thinking my box was glitching before I figured out what happened. On my recording of that episode, the dialog has gone, the adr sound effects have gone, it’s all vanished. All that’s left is the score composed by Bear McCreary..

I don’t know if it’s been released officially yet but I’ve watched the scenes where Daryl threatens Richard, the reunion scene, him telling her everyone’s alright, and then the parting embrace, and have listened to just the scoring on all of them and my god it sounds beautiful..But what really struck me listening to it is how deliberately, undeniably romantic this music wouldn’t compose something like this for just friends, or a platonic relationship of another sort. This is what two people falling in love sounds like.

I have no idea how this happened. The box has not been tampered with, the settings on the TV haven’t been touched, and the audio on all the other recordings I have is all there and normal. I’m usually not one for superstition however coincidental something may seem, buy I’m really glad this freak incident happened and if I was so inclined, I’d say it’s a good omen :)

Under Control (Part 19 of Faking It)

And the kinks continue! Enjoy!

Read Faking It, Just Breathe, Sex Hair and Blindfolds, Cold as Ice, Rough Around the Edges, Sticky Sweet, Slow Burn, Adult Film 101, Date Night, Hell on Heels,  The More, The Merrier, Even More, Even Merrier,  Hunter’s Aftercare, and Under Arrest, Flexibility, MeltingAnger Management, and Tight Spot.

Warning: SMUTTY SMUT, dom!Dean

Word Count: 3150

A/N: 19 parts? Seriously? Y’all are the best for sticking with me this long.

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3 am. Lasercorn was sitting on the porch of his house, his body shivering and aching from the newly forming bruises. At least he’d managed to grab his phone before slipping out tonight.

The battery was draining fast, and he was trying to think of who to text. Not Wes. His parents were strict about no cell phone after curfew. Sohinki needed as much sleep as he could get (or was too high, but who knew). Flitz was taking care of his siblings. Mari had been out at a rave. But Joven… maybe. He would be awake and his mom was at work so he’d have the car.

Lasercorn flexed his hand, blood dripping from his knuckles. He’d done a number on the front wall of the house after being kicked out for the night. With a sigh, he called Joven. “Hey. Wanna get Taco Bell?”

“I’ll be there in 10.” That’s what Lasercorn loved about Joven. He knew. He didn’t need to ask questions, didn’t expect answers. Was just there when he was needed. And that was making Lasercorn emotional, and he didn’t need to cry on top of everything tonight.

He laid back on the porch, closing his eyes as he waited for the familiar sound of Joven’s mom’s car that really needed the too-expensive repairs. But it ran, so that’s all that mattered.

He hardly opened his eyes as he got up to get in the car, sighing when Joven skipped the greeting. “Let me see your hands.”

He just laid them on the canter console, trying to pull them away when Joven started wiping the blood, a first aid kit out and ready. “Hey, keep them still or I’m not putting out tonight,” he teased, trying to keep the mood light.

Lasercorn just sighed, letting Joven wrap his hands. “I’m tired of this shit.” Joven didn’t say anything, letting him rant as they drove through the night. “One day I’m gonna run away. Never look back. Leave all this bullshit behind me.”

“What would you do?”

“Become a hitman. Make a good income, hide out in the mountains the rest of my life.” Lasercorn rubbed at his cheek, which would be a nice conglomeration of blues and blacks and purples in the morning. “Maybe I’ll let you guys come with me.”

“We wouldn’t want to get left behind.” Joven set his hand palm side up on the center console, an open offer for comfort that Lasercorn would usually turn down. But tonight it was needed, and he was glad Joven didn’t comment on it.

With Joven, he didn’t need to be tough. He could drop his walls just a little. But not too much. Never too much.

The rest of the drive was silent, leaving them to their own thoughts, hands linked just a little too tightly. But the pressure was welcome, reminding them they were both okay.

No words were exchanged as they got to Taco Bell, holding hands still once they were out of the car. They ordered food, Joven paying with a few too many spare coins. They sat in a booth and just talked about nothing. Things that didn’t matter. Keeping their minds off the things that were all too real and present.

They talked for a few hours until they had to leave, and Lasercorn found himself pinning Joven against the side wall of a damn Taco Bell and kissing him breathless, faint remnants of the food they’d just eaten still on their tongues. Joven just let himself be held down and kissed, pushing back just enough to give Lasercorn a small fight, but not enough to push him off.

And tears were falling down Lasercorn’s face as he mumbled a quiet “fuck you” to Joven, so fucking tired as he slumped against Joven’s chest, gripping his shirt as silent, angry tears fell down his face in a painful moment of weakness.

And Joven just held him, knowing this was a moment that wouldn’t exist in 10 minutes, that would never be talked about and would never be allowed to be talked about.

But that was okay. Because in this moment all that mattered was giving and receiving rare comfort that was otherwise pushed away.


20170611 - ‘2PM 6 Nights’ concert day 6 (final)

@.2pm_stagram :  2PM ♡ HOTTEST

@.follow_2PM :  2PM ♡ FOREVER

a few fanacc:

wy: chansung a have a strong one (intro
cs: yes, I will be 2PM’s maknae, for my whole life!

wy: I have a question for cs! isn’t this too pervertic?
2pm: cs is always pervertic

as you know I have been spending my time supporting 2pm. Recently i had my solo in Japan, which ended well thanks to everyone

nk: I’m filming overseas
2pm: what kind of filming?
nk: I’m filming… deuuuurama

cs: I had wanted to feel this concert more quickly, but now that it’s the last night, it still doesn’t feel real… ;; I didn’t dream of a singer when I was young. But I met JYP, met my members, practiced tgt, and seem to find the path I have to take. do think of it as taking a short break… now, I will be singing for my whole life.

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