ugh the way they look at each other

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archie and jughead each looking at the other before the fight

okay but imagine that james wasn’t in the house that halloween. he was talking to dumbledore or out to get groceries or anything that has him out of the house. so lily is home alone but she still sacrifices herself for her son, so the curse still rebounds and hits voldemort and “kills” him. so harry is still the boy who lived, but james is alive

and of course it’s awful. it’s a terrible moment, burying lily. james is devestated and has no idea how he’s going to raise harry alone. he has to testify that peter betrayed the order, because he’s alive to pass on the knowledge that peter was his secret keeper, not sirius. sirius doesn’t go to prison because he’s too busy helping james cope with lily’s death to go after peter, and peter’s already faked his death by the time he can leave james. 

remus and sirius move in with james to help take care of harry, because he swears he can’t do it on his own. remus doesn’t have to focus on rent and food money because james tells him he’s family, so he can focus on a job he actually enjoys such as editing or writing, something freelance so he can take full moons off and no one will wonder why. 

sirius refuses to get any job beside full time babysitter, curls up as padfoot and keeps harry warm and safe, especially when the boy gets older and starts having nightmares about what happened to his mom. 

harry is raised in the wizarding world, with the most protective family of anyone he’s ever met, and invites ron and hermione over to his house during the summer and somehow padfoot always gets them into some sort of trouble. 

when harry goes through hardships at hogwarts, he always has his dad to turn to. james would stroke his hair back from his forehead and kiss his son’s scar and remind him, “your mother was the most brilliant witch there ever was and she’s watching over you, so you’ll never have to worry.” 

even when pettigrew comes back and revives voldemort, james is on the quidditch pitch the minute harry comes back with the cup and cedric’s dead body, remus and sirius right behind him and swearing he’ll destroy anyone who doesn’t take his son seriously. 

the fight at the ministry harry’s fifth year, james would remind sirius to keep focused, remind him not to get overwhelmed with adrenaline and to focus, and would watch not just harry’s back but his best friends’ too. when he sees sirius too focused on making fun to notice bellatrix amazing a curse straight at him, he dives in front of it to push sirius out of the way and ends up in St. Mungo’s after the fight, a little bruised and battered but with promises that he’ll heal and a sheepish apology from Padfoot in the former of an old, drool covered chew toy. 

when harry disappears seventh year, he and james keep in contact with the magical mirrors that belonged to sirius and james paces the kitchen every evening, listening to potterwatch and shrugging off Sirius’ shoulder on his hand telling him that their boy will be okay because he’s incredibly smart and incredibly brave and honestly mate how’d you make such an amazing boy? 

and then the fight at hogwarts happens. remus and sirius have each other’s backs and james just wants to find harry. he does, a little too late, being carried out of the woods in hagrid’s arms. he breaks down and drops to his knees and remus and sirius look at each other and think, “there is no way we can fix him after this.” 

but then harry is back and voldemort is dead and james’ face is tear stained and they’re all worn out and bruised but their family is alive and sirius, a little hesitantly, offers, “…so who wants ice cream?”

He Was Right

Request:  Reader is close to the glee club and has gone to school with them since freshman year) Sebastian left his phone at the Lima Bean and someone from the glee club found it. They look through it to see pics of reader and Seb like kissing each other, hugging and cute pics that you would have of your significant other. They ask him about it only to find him and reader talking about date plans and the glee Club finding out when he realizes that he left his phone at the Lima Bean. The entire glee club enters the room and tells them the gig’s up. They confess and the glee club accepts it. - @irony-is-my-life

Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader

Notes: So I made a few changes. I hope you don’t mind. It’s late and not very well written. I’m sorry if it’s not your favorite. You can always request another one, though. My ask is always open. Also everyone’s a lil bit OOC.


Bells jingled and laughter poured into the local cafe called the Lima Bean. “And then Finn tripped over his books and slid down the hall!” Rachel was giggling through her retelling of an incident with an unsuspecting student and a distracted Finn walking the halls of McKinley. “Hey. I think it was a pretty graceful dive. I only tripped three other people.” Rachel, Finn, Blaine, Kurt, Santana and Artie were making a stop at the Lima Bean to get a little recharged before the weekend was over.

“Hey guys, I’ll catch up in a minute.” “Alright Finn. Don’t be long,” Rachel smiled.

Striding over to the bathroom, something caught his eye before he made it to the door. ‘Someone left their phone here. That’s rough.” Finn thought to himself. ‘I wonder who’s it is.’ Thinking he was doing the right thing, he started looking through the phone and opened up the photos app since it was the first thing he saw. Scrolling through the pics, the screen was filled with red, black and white. Finn cringed as the Warbler symbol flashed across the phone. About ready to just turn the phone in to the cashier, a familiar face caught his eye.. ‘(y/n)?’

“Hey guys!” Finn yelled as he approached his friends. “Oh there you are, Finn. We were wondering what took you.” Artie scrutinized his fellow singer. “You’ll never believe what I found.” Finn had everyone’s attention now.

“Well? What is it?” Santana. Always one to be straight to the point. “I found this phone sitting at a deserted table and so I tried to figure out who it might belong to. So I started looking through their photos-”

“Hold on, hold on,” Santana interrupted. “You tried to find someone’s identity by looking through their pictures?” “Where did you possibly find that knowledge?” Kurt questioned. “Never mind that. Look who’s in the pictures.”

Finn showed the group the picture of (y/n). “So it (y/n)’s phone? Big deal.” Santana stared at Finn as if he grew another head, completely confused.

“Yeah, no. It’s a Warbler’s phone. See?” He then showed them the Warbler symbol. “Let me see that,” Blaine took the phone and started swiping. “..holy crap. I think I might puke. Oh gosh!”

“Blaine! What is it?” Everyone hollered at their raven haired friend. Saying nothing, he held up the phone. Cue collective gasp.

*At Dalton Academy*

“Okay guys. Here’s the plan. We go in and confront that sniveling snake about what he thinks he’s doing with our (y/n). Then we use whatever means necessary to keep him away from our baby.” Santana sneered at the thought of Smythe. “Agreed.” All were in agreement then.

Storming up the stairs of the school, the group made their way to the Warbler’s practice room. Sneaking up to the door, the singers heard voices conversing inside. “Good. Okay. They’re in there. Let’s go.” Finn was ready to ‘talk’ to Sebastian. “Hold up a second,” Artie spoke. “I think.. there’s a girl’s voice..”

Everyone crowded the door, trying to hear. “-last time. Maybe we could hit up the ice cream parlor then head on over to the beach?” “Really? Seb, don’t you think that they’d see us?” “Come on, babe. I want to show you off. I really don’t care about your friends seeing us. In fact, it’d be a good thing. Maybe I can prove to them that it’s a good thing we’re together. I really love you and I’m sure they’ll be able to see that. Even if they don’t want to.” Sebastian had been trying to convince you to tell the New Directions for a while now. Everything he said was either shot down or flat out ignored. You really did care about Sebastian, but it’d be so hard for you if your friends, best friends, disapproved of your relationship.

“Sebastian. I know you really want to tell them.. it’s just,” you heaved a sigh loud enough for your eavesdropping friends to hear. “It’s just that if they didn’t approve of us, if they didn’t like us together, if they’d tried to break us apart.. it would kill me. I love you so much, but they might not love us together. They’re still my friends. My family. I just don’t think I’m ready.”

From the other side of the door, your friends were looking at each other like they were thoroughly disappointed with themselves, not you. “I can’t believe (y/n) feels like she can’t trust us with this. I feel so.. terrible,” Blaine was completely distraught that you felt that way.

“I know. We reacted so harshly when we found out, though. No wonder she felt like she couldn’t tell us. Ugh! I feel like a terrible friend,” Rachel was almost in tears now. “Hey, we all feel horrible. She’s our baby girl and we can’t have her feeling like we won’t support any decision she makes. Even if it is to date that..” Kurt stops as he sees his friends giving him wary looks. “..that great..singer..”

They all looked at each other in confirmation and pushed open the grand doors. Both heads inside snapped up to the intruders. “Guys? Wh-wh-what are you doing here?” Panic was evident in your eyes. Sebastian discreetly took your hand in his, the action not going unnoticed.

“We know, (y/n),” Artie spoke up. “Y-You do? Know what exactly?” “That you and this.. male are dating,” Santana cringed. “We found his phone at the Lima Bean and saw.. pictures,” Kurt visibly shuddered.

With a defeated sigh, you flopped onto the couch. “I’m so sorry, you guys. It’s just..”

“Yeah. We know, baby girl. I must admit we didn’t react well at first, but hearing what you just said.. we feel awful, sweetheart,” Kurt sympathized. “That was never my goal. I really do care a lot for Sebastian and if you all would try and keep me from being with him, it would tear me apart.”

Artie wheeled forward. “We know (n/n). We realize that now and we’re going to try and be supportive. Just as long as he gives us a reason not to.” He have a pointed look in Sebastian’s direction. “R-really? Oh my gosh! Thanks you guys! You won’t regret it, trust me.” “Yeah we better not,” Santana eyed Sebastian.

Sebastian took your hand. “I’m really thankful for this, you guys. (Y/n) means everything to me. So much so I’d give up singing to keep her. I’ll do my absolute best to keep her happy.”

You grinned up at him. You were short, okay? Besides, it doesn’t help he’s a freaking giant. “Keep her happy and we won’t make you quit singing,” Blaine stated. “But if you fail. You will suffer the consequences,” Santana added.

“I agree wholeheartedly. Besides, if I ever did anything to hurt my- our little (y/n), I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

The New Directions looked at each other and silently agreed. “Have fun kids,” Santana said. “Keep it classy,” Kurt added. After hugging all of them and Sebastian surprisingly shaking the guys’ hands and getting his phone back, they took their leave.

“Well. That went better than expected.” “See? I told you they’d be cool,”  Sebastian said with a smirk. “You really like being right, don’t you?” you asked. “I like being right about us.” With a wink and kiss, neither of you could stop beaming.

Give Me One-Hundred Percent

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Reader, Pepper, Steve

Warnings: Sub!Bucky (if you squint), smut, swearing, hair pulling, metal ahnd use

Summary:Based off of this gif ;)

Word Count: 1284

A/N: TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY??? YOU GUYS MUST BE LUCKY

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Has Anyone Seen My Harley?!

Request:Could I get a Jerome fic? Him and Harley were already an established relationship and she was there with him the night he died, after he kills Dwight he goes to find her!! I need total worship of his face please :)) You can have whatever you want to happen just as long as they reunite.
Word count: 1,406


Harley POV:
“You said I was gonna be…” Jerome’s voice dies down and his heart slows down completely. “No! No. Come on Mr. J. Pull through. Come on Jerome. Come on! Stay with me you crazy thing!” I cry into his body.

I turn to see Galavan acting innocent and scared. “You son of a bitch!” I grab a knife and charge to him screaming. I’m unable to get to him when Babs grabs me and makes me follow her into the secret exit.

I cry as I run and as we come to a stop Babs holds me. “I know honey. I know it’s okay. Look. We can go shopping and get our nails done when we’re not wanted anymore! That’d be fun!” He says trying to cheer me up. It didn’t work.

Nothing worked.

A year later and I’m still moping around. Sure I’ve gotten back on my feet and gotten myself out there with the business, but it’s not the same. Not the same without J.

I look at myself in my mirror. I examine my red/black hair sectioned into two ponytails. My black and red corset hugging my body snuggle. my black and red shorts making my ass look incredibly sexy. The red and black knee socks on each leg topped off with one red converse and a black one. “Oh you’d love this look J. You always said red was my color.” I can almost hear his laughter.

I skipp up the street and giggle when everyone crosses the other way. I see a banner hanging in an alleyway. It has the eyes and HAHAHA! For the mouth. I’ve heard about this! It’s a tribute to Jerome!

Should I go? Yes! They would love to see me! Oh what am I thinking? No! It would hurt to much! Ugh so many choices!

Deciding against my fears and sadness I follow the sign and a few weird dressed people. I pull back the sheet and see a bunch of people chanting his name. Oh my Jerome has a true fan base! Oh he’d be such a proud daddy!

I look up to the front and see a man stepping down wearing a mask. Oh come on! This is Gotham! What kind of person wears a mask!

I look closer and see the details of the mask. The pale sink. The cute little curve of the lips… the red eyebrows… he’s not wearing a mask. HE’S WEARING JEROME’S FACE!

“Hey! What are you doing with Mr. J’s face?! That doesn’t belong to you!” I scream and make my way to the front. Gasps and laughs are faintly heard as I make my way to the man.

“You-you’re Harley Quinn. He- his beloved lover.” I smile and giggle. “Ah yes. But besides that! WHY DO YOU HAVE HIS FACE?!”

“Well I-” “GCPD! Nobody move!” Jim Gordon yells as he enters, and of course what does everyone do? Run.

I flip off the stage and walk to the gentleman. “Harley. What a pleasure.” Jim says sarcastically. “Always. Hello Harv.” “Evening darling. Care to tell us what this was?” I shrug my shoulders. “I’m clueless as you… HEY! How bout I help you out? I’m really good at finding clues! Oh come on please please please? I’m bored.” I say hugging to Jim.

He huffs and peels me off. “Fine. No funny business or we’re bringing you in.” Harvey says. “Oh yippie! Yay yay yay!” I giggle and tumble across the room. “Come along chaps!”

We look through the entire building until we come to the basement. “Ah… Harvey?” “Yeah partner?” I ignore them and keep playing with a rubix cube I found in this dump. “Why would he cut off his face?”

At this I drop my toy and run over to them seeing a body. A cold and handsome dead body. “Aw Jerome look at you. Faceless and still sexy. Can’t you just pull anything off?” I giggle and sit next to his body on the table.

“Harley do you know anything? You seem… normal.” At this Harvey laughs. “Doing fine. Just came to terms that he’s gone. I can always carry out his legacy. Obviously not as well, but I could!” “Right. Well how about you go home and wash your face, and we take this guy to the GCPD.” “Whoa! You mean I can’t come with you?” They look at me and shake their heads. “Aw man!” I huff and kick the dirt. “Guess I’ll just go shoplifting then. Been needing some new rags anyway. See ya fellas!” I wave and cartwheel out.

Lee Pov:
I walk back into the room and see a cop on the ground and blood dripping from his head. “What the-” suddenly I’m grabbed from behind with a hand over my mouth and a gun to my head. “Boo!”

Harley POV:
I toss another piece of popcorn into my mouth and chew flipping through the channels. I flip past the news channel and see that man from before. The one with J’s face!

Lee POV:
Jerome claps his hands after I tell him of his death and what has happened. “Well that is quite a story. Now tell me more about this cult. They think I’m pretty great?” I scoff. “They’re a bunch of crazy lunatics.” “Ah my kind of people! I know you. Don’t I?” “Yep.” He steps slightly closer. “Did you and I ever…” he says with the gun at his crotch and thrust. “Ugh god no!” “Why? Gingers not your type?” “Why don’t you talk to Harley? I’m sure she wouldn’t appreciate you asking that.”

He steps back a confused look painting his face. “Harley?” “Yes. Your girlfriend I assume. It’s never actually been said. You kind of always went along.” “Girlfriend… show me show me!” I point to a picture on the paper. “Got to say she a real trip. Always bouncing around.” “Ah. Harley Quinn. My Harley. Got to say red is her color.” He stuffs the paper in his pocket of the stolen cop uniform. “Now. One more thing. Where is my face?”

Harley POV:
I balance on my beam while watching tv when suddenly the channel changes. I don’t pay attention and keep focusing on my handstand from 4 feet off the ground.

“Am I live? Am I on air? Can you hear me? Ah, screw it. Let’s do it. Hi.” I fall off the beam to the floor and scrambled to the tv. Jerome! Oh baby! He’s got his face back! Oh I love it!

“Some of you may know, I died.Uh-oh. But take it from me, death is dull but coming back that is something. Leave it to dying to give you a whole new perspective on life. And I would like to share that with you. Uh, Officer, you look terrible.” Jerome walks over to the man who took his face. “Hey, you got oh.” He pulls out a stick of dynamite from his ear making me laugh.

“Tonight, Gotham, in the darkness, there are no rules. So, tonight, Gotham do what you want.
Kill who you want. Hmm? And when morning comes you, too, shall be reborn. Oh and has anyone seen my Harley? Cause baby I’m coming for you.” I throw my arms up and spin around the room. I then sit patiently for him to walk in the door.

Jerome POV:
“Oh and has anyone seen my Harley. Cause baby I’m coming for you.” I laughs and skip out leaving Dwight to die. I skip to her apartment and compose myself. I look down and pick a flower. I twist the knob. “Honey. I’m home.” I say laughing. I feel two arms wrap around my neck and I hear her cute giggle in my ear. “Ah there’s daddy’s girl.”

She brings up a torch and flips it on. “Oh J your face! Did it hurt?” I lift her chin and smirk at her. “Not in the slightest. Whatcha think? How does it look?” She bites her lip and circles me taking in my appearance. “I think it looks a okay.” She pulls my tie to meet her lips. She plays with the ends of my hair and I grip her hips. “What do you say we go on a spree? Like the old days?” She places the police hat on her head and spins to the door. “Right this way Mr. J.” Oh it’s good to be back.

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Originally posted by msharleenquinnzel

anonymous asked:

This is so extra™ but is there any way you could write a smut fic as a continuation of the last scene with Alex and Maggie, where they're both incredibly turned on by each other and they can't help but get it on at the DEO

“So, arm candy, huh?”

“I mean have you looked in a mirror lately, Danvers?”

“Ugh, not lately, god Maggie, I probably look like hell.”

Maggie stops walking and Alex almost stumbles, but Maggie steadies her as she looks up at her gravely.

“You look perfect, Alex Danvers. Perfect. As always.”

Alex’s eyes flit down to Maggie’s lips, and Maggie is a detective.

So she detects.

And she bites her own lip and tries not to gulp.

Alex is a secret agent.

So Alex notices.

“Maggie,” Alex whispers, and her voice is ragged, and Maggie needs her.

Now.

“Tell me, Agent Danvers. Does being so newly reinstated mean you’re opposed to um… reminding your girlfriend what it’s like when you go rogue?”

Alex practically growls, and Maggie swoons.

“Say for example… right now? I mean this place has to have supply closets or something, ri – ”

Her sentence is lost as Alex tugs her forward, and if Maggie were anyone else, she wouldn’t notice Susan Vasquez subtly raising an index finger to point Alex in the direction of a room where the cameras were currently experiencing an inexplicable glitch.

But Maggie isn’t anyone else. She sees the gesture, and she mouths her thanks, and Susan just winks.

Alex doesn’t stop tugging on her arm until they’re reached supply room number 237, apparently, and they’re barely through the door before Alex has Maggie pinned against it, chest already heaving with need.

“Color?” she demands, and her voice is as rough as her eyes.

Because she was just almost flung across the galaxy.

She almost just lost this woman staring up at her with soft lips and eager eyes and desperate hands.

“Neon green, Al,” she rasps, and Alex practically lunges.

Her mouth, her teeth, her hands, are everywhere at once – Maggie’s lips, her throat, her chest (because Alex checks in with her eyes and when Maggie whines and nods desperately, Alex makes quick work of her shirt, of her bra), her stomach.

“Fuck me, Alex,” Maggie begs, and Alex growls as she picks her up effortlessly, and Maggie wraps her legs around Alex’s waist and her arms around Alex’s neck and Maggie screams, because Alex is holding her up with one arm and fucking her with the other hand and Alex is biting down onto her neck and Alex is crying and Maggie is crying but both of them keep reminding each other, green, green, green, please don’t stop, more, please, Alex, yes, fuck, more, harder, fuck, Alex, I’ve got you, I’ve got you, I’ve got you, mine, mine, mine, mine, and Alex isn’t satisfied with Maggie only cumming once, twice, three times, drenching her fingers and staining her underwear and leaving scratches all across Alex’s upper back.

“Let me get you home,” she rasps, and Maggie nods, and Alex makes a show of licking her fingers clean and Maggie whines and writhes and tries to kiss her, but Alex shakes her head.

“Home,” she says, because she wants to go home, but also because she is home. 

Maggie knows, and she steps forward and hugs her, just hugs her, hugs her long and solid and safe and loving.

They might hug longer than they’ve fucked – neither of them are quite sure – but eventually Alex helps her get dressed, lethal fingers suddenly tender again, burning eyes suddenly soft and shy and timid again.

Until, that is, they get home.

Because Maggie glances at the way Alex’s leather jacket is unzipped just low enough that she can start to see her cleavage, and Maggie gulps, and Alex notices.

Of course Alex notices.

And she sweeps everything unceremoniously off the kitchen island and bends Maggie over on top of it.

“All good, babe?” she asks, even though she’s already read the answer in Maggie’s wrecked eyes.

“Don’t stop,” Maggie prays, and Alex promises to oblige. But some business first.

“Be a good girl and strip for me, Maggie,” she orders, and Maggie gasps at the command in her tone, at the confidence in her voice, at the authority in her heady gaze.

The authority, the determination, the audacity, the brazenness, that had been turning her on all day.

And while Alex was in agony – while she herself was in agony – she’d kept it to herself as much as she could.

And they’re both still in agony, but Alex’s roughness is an escape and Maggie’s compliance is a balm, and their skin touching skin is heaven on earth, and they’re safe, safe, safe, safe.

For now.

So they use it for all it is, and Maggie strips for Alex slow, strips for her determined, strips for her deliberate. She never takes her eyes off of Alex’s hungry ones, and the nearly feral look on Alex’s face is reward enough.

Enough, that is, until Alex has her begging for more, because Alex has turned her around again, has bent her over again, is slipping inside her again, is whispering how beautiful she is, what a good girl she is, supporting Alex like that all day, is this a good enough reward, how wet she is, how tight she is, how perfect she is, into Maggie’s ear, and Maggie comes completely undone in Alex’s strong, solid arms, backing up wildly against Alex’s strong, solid body.

And when Alex carries her to bed and presses kisses against every hickey, against every birthmark, against every old scar and every new bruise, Maggie knows only one thing in the entire multiverse:

That she is in love with prodigal-DEO-agent-gone-rogue-loyal-daughter-perfect-sister-gorgeous-ruthless-determined-genius-unrelenting Alex Danvers.

And she’s pretty damn sure Alex Danvers is in love with her, too.

Which is why Alex lets her crawl on top of her.

Why Alex wants her to crawl on top of her.

Because after a day of being impenetrable, of being almost worryingly hard-headed, of being a coiled muscle, a veritable force of nature, Alex is in love.

Alex trusts her.

Trusts her enough to let her guard down.

Trusts her enough to believe that letting Maggie give her back what Alex just gave to her doesn’t make her weak and it doesn’t make her less.

It makes her loved.

“You want this, sweetie?” Maggie asks, and Alex just arches her hips up so Maggie can strip her naked.

“Oh, Ally,” she whispers as she catalogues every new bruise, every fresh cut, painted onto Alex’s torso, onto her arms, onto her legs.

And Maggie kisses each one of them, memorizes their locations, their severity, in a map in her mind, so she will know exactly how to move when she does what she does next, what Alex is starting to whine for, what Alex is starting to grind her hips up for.

“Alex, you – “

“Yes, Maggie. Please.”

And Maggie obliges.

She starts slow, but she doesn’t end slow.

She starts soft, but she doesn’t end soft.

Because Alex begs her for more and Alex begs her for harder and Alex begs her for faster, please, please, Maggie, god, fuck, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours, fuck just like that, god, fuck, Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, please don’t stop, please please please.

She shifts so her thigh is between Alex’s legs, and she groans as Alex grabs at her ass and bites at her shoulder as she pulls her down, harder and harder, closer, closer, struggling to find friction because Maggie’s thigh is so slick with how wet Alex is, and she kisses Alex’s hair and puts one hand behind her head and braces herself with the other and times her movements perfectly with Alex so that proximity, rhythm, outweighs friction and Alex is so wrecked underneath her that Maggie forgets what air is, that she can have this effect on a woman so powerful, so ruthless, that she single-handedly infiltrated and exploded Cadmus’s lair, and that woman cums screaming Maggie’s name and it’s almost more than Maggie can handle, because even without direct pressure, she cums again, too.

“I’ve got you, Ally,” she whispers, kissing her face as Alex shudders through the last waves of her orgasm. “I’ve got you.”

“Promise?”

“Ride or die, Danvers. Ride or die.”

Requested imagine •3 Zach

Hello could you do a imagine that the reader is a new student and tries to find a class room but fails end ends up in the gymnasium and finds Zach on the bleachers crying because his girlfriend broke up with him so the reader comforts him and Zach starts to like her and his ex girlfriend gets jealous and tries to get him back. thank you <3

“Ugh a newbie again” you thought to yourself as you packed your new locker in the empty hallway, looking down at your timetable you noticed you had biology first period, “now where did that old women say again?” You thought trying to remember the directions she gave you even though you knew full well you’d zoned out and didn’t listen.

You walked around aimlessly until you got to the end of a corridor and saw a door, walking through it you decided it was either a biology class or someone would be on the other side to direct you the right way. After opening the door to find an empty gymnasium you sighed and dropped your bag but you heard a sniffle and a cough, you peeked round the corner to see a tall muscly boy crying on the bleachers, your first instinct was to run away but he intrigued you, and before you knew it you found yourself climbing the steps “are you okay?…sorry stupid question” you asked then mumbled the rest, his head shot up and he wiped his face “um sorry I’m fine” he sniffed stuffing things into his bag “if you need to talk to someone, it can be me. I’m new, you’re literally the first kid I’ve seen so it’s not like I can embarrass you and tell everyone you were crying” you said realising it sounded a lot more comforting in your head, he moved his bag and patted the seat and you sat next to him “I’m Y/N” you said extending your hand “zach” he coughed but didn’t shake your hand. “Whatever had you so upset it can’t be as bad as the morning I had, I dropped my pancake and the cat ate it!” You exclaimed making him let out a big laugh “im sorry I don’t wanna bore you” zach said wiping his face again “you won’t be, I’m lost so I’d be worse off wandering around the school” you smiled at him “my girlfriend broke up with me, because I’ve been slacking at basketball, she’s embarrassed to be with me” he sighed and let out a sob at the end “oh my god what a bitch! You shouted by accident “I’m sorry I didn’t mean that” you said “she meant a lot to me, I thought we were perfect together” he said “I know you’re hurting but she doesn’t sound worth the tears, Zach, you can do so much better and deserve someone who will love you for you and not your reputation” you said and realised he was staring at you “thank you Y/N I didn’t think about it like that” he smiled and stood up “so where are you trying to find?” He asked “biology?” You asked and his smile turned into a grin “I have biology too! I’ll walk you there” He nearly shouted excitedly.

You talked about anything and everything on the way to biology and to your disappointment you arrived at the class, you expected to take your seat then probably never see the jock again “sit next to me?” He asked interrupting your thoughts “that would be great, id rather not sit next to a stranger” you said nervously and he walked you over to a table.

Over the next two weeks you and Zach became lab partners, jokingly calling yourselves lab buddies but you really wished it was more, he’d nod to you in the hallways at school and you’d often catch him looking at you across the cafeteria, by now you were close friends with Hannah Baker. “He so likes you!” She giggled across the table and looked at your confused face “zach!” She exclaimed “oh yeah we’re biology buddies” you said and she laughed “he like likes you!!” She said as you glanced over at him and noticed a girl practically sitting on his lap, the same girl you thought you helped him get over “maybe not” you mumbled and Hannah turned round “ugh she’s so desperate, he looks disgusted by her presence” she laughed but you didn’t believe her.

You had biology next and as usual had a great time with zach, laughing, joking and telling each other life stories. On your way out of the class you overheard his ex talking to her other cheerleader friends “I cannot believe that slut! Does she think she can just move here and take my seat then my boyfriend!” Your heart sank as you left the class, did zach lie to you? Was he still dating her? You walked towards your locker in a daydream and bumped into someone dropping all your things “hey clumsy!” You looked up and it was Zach, you picked up your things and grumbled then walked past him “Y/N!” He shouted after you, you kept walking until you felt him grab your arm “Y/N what have I done?” He asked looking hurt “I’ve spent weeks helping you get over her and you’re still dating her?” He looked confused “what are you talking about? We haven’t talked since the day she broke up with me!” He stated “well she seems to think I’m here exclusively to steal you from her, her boyfriend she was clear about that part!” You shouted “she’s jealous Y/N!” He sighed and leaned against the lockers “of what?” You asked “of you obviously, she can’t bear the fact that I’ve fallen hard in love with you and she’s got no chance ever again” he blurted then squeezed his eyes together regretting what he said as you just stared, shocked.

You stood in silence for what seemed like forever until he finally opened his eyes “I guess that’s my deepest secret out in the open, it was nice being friends Y/N sorry for ruining everything” he said as you crashed your lips to his shocked at yourself and Zach grabbed your waist and kissed back hard. You pulled away and looked at each other and smiled “or…we could go to the crestmont?” He suggested with a grin on his face and you nodded dumping your stuff in your locker and walking out of school with Zach.

Zach walked you to his car, opened the door for you and fastened your seatbelt, he placed a kiss on your forehead before closing the door and getting in the drivers side.

You Left Me- Calum Hood

Originally posted by digmedownmendes

“Oh, you left me with a broken heart, And now I see what I should’ve from the startOh, you left me with nothing but a kiss, And now I’m leaving you with these lips” -You Left Me, The Maine (I’m so obsessed with this song rn)

So this is a long one….just warning you. Part of the PR request, this one for Calum!! So hope you guys enjoy…Also this gif is so cute….

You have never really done PR relationships before. As a pretty well known model, of course you’ve been asked to before, but the most you’ve done was accompany some actor to an awards show. That was a PR date, you’ve never done anything like faking an entire relationship. How did that even work anyway? You weren’t sure. You didn’t even know who the guy was that you were supposed to “date”. All that you knew was that he was a famous artist who never really had his relationships in the public eye. His management wanted to change this, give something for the fans to talk about. Everything else was hush-hush, other than the fact both your management and his said you both would be a good match. Whatever that meant.

All of that was about to change however, because the contracts seem to finally come through, and you were now going to meet your new “boyfriend” for the next three weeks.

You walked into the conference room, where the final arrangements were going to be met.

“Miss Y/n! Nice to meet you. I’m Cal’s manager. Please have a seat he will be here shortly.” A man in a suit said, gesturing for you to take a seat.

You sat down while your managers talked, beginning to finalize everything while you waited on “Cal”. They were speaking legal jargon, so you didn’t really catch much of what was said. All you knew was that now everything was done contract wise. The only thing left to do was your part. Pictures, dates, events, etc for at least the next three weeks. Great. Now when was Cal going to get here. Was that his name, or short for something. What could it be short for anyway?

Just then a tanned, muscular figure, with short black curly hair walked in. Your eyes caught his deep brown ones. A thousand emotions played through those eyes. Shock, surprise, worry, pain, happiness, uncertainty, sadness…

“Calum?” You said standing up. “That’s what ‘Cal’ is short for?! You’ve got to be kidding me! No! I…I can’t do this…” You stormed out of the room.

Calum rushed out after you, catching your arm in the hall.

“Y/n? You’re the model? What? How?”

“What never thought I could be a model?”

“Don’t say that…you know I have never thought that”

“Well I don’t know Calum, I truly don’t  know how you ever thought of me. It’s not like you ever cared. It has been what? Like 3 years?”

“Hey, you left me!”

“And why was that Calum!? You got caught up in the fame. You changed, became someone I didn’t even recognize! Someone who only cared about partying. And what was it you told me the night I left? You didn’t need me. You never needed me.”

He shook his head. “Y/n I-”

“We didn’t know you two had met previously” Calum’s manager said.

“Look, despite the obvious tension here, Y/n, Calum, you guys did sign a contract. I’m sorry we weren’t aware of any previous history, but you guys will just have to get over it for the next few weeks. Agreed?”

You gave a bitter laugh, and Calum clenched his jaw.

“Fine” You both muttered.

“Alrighty then. Well we have your first date planned for next week, we’ll send you both the details”

And with that they were gone, and you both were left alone.

“Y/n-”

“Don’t even. This will be all over soon, and we’ll be out of each others lives for good. Ok?” You said, walking out towards the elevator so you could get far away from that hotel. From him.

******

Sure enough a few days later you received a text message.

Mario’s Pizza. 7pm. Tomorrow night.

Well that was short and to the point. Oh well, guess you really didn’t need to know much more. You decided to go shopping, you needed a new dress for tomorrow nights “date”. Ugh. You weren’t looking forward to this, but there was no way in hell you wouldn’t look your best. Show that asshole all he gave up on.

The next night you arrived 5 minutes late, since Calum used to always show up about 10 minutes late. No use in sitting at the table by yourself longer than you had to. When the hostess led you to your table, you were surprised to find Calum already there. Not only there, but with a bouquet of roses too. Once he saw you, he stood up, and went to pull out your seat. Once you sat down, he held out the flowers to you. You eyed them warily.

“Who are you and what have you done with Calum?”

“I thought you’d like them…” He said looking down, but still had his hand out, waiting for you to take the roses.

“If you’re trying to kiss and makeup it’s not gonna work Cal” You said, trying to ignore him. He continued standing there though. You sighed and took the flowers. “Thanks”

“Of course” He said sitting back down.

“You’re early”

“Well I couldn’t be late now could I?”

“Never seemed that way before”

You were interrupted when the waiter came to your table, and took your orders. You both quickly ordered, and didn’t speak much until your food arrived.

You had just started eating when Calum cleared his throat.

“Hey smile would you?” He asked you.

You looked up and saw his phone out, camera pointing straight towards you.

“Instagram?” You asked instantly smiling, knowing your manager would kill you if you didn’t.

“Snapchat actually”

You frowned. “Please tell me you did not put a filter on my face”

He just smiled and shrugged.

“Calum I swear-”

“You’ll have to check yourself”

You sighed and pulled out your phone. You checked his snapchat and sure enough there was a picture of you, with the dog filter. And the caption puppy love. Could be worse.

“Wow…actually a good picture…”

He chuckled.

“What?” you asked, as he continued laughing.

“You follow me on snapchat?”

“What? Of course. I added you a few days ago, we’re supposed to be dating right? I added you on most platforms. You didn’t notice?” This was half true. The snap account you were using was more like a fake one, where you could follow people without them knowing who you were. Like Calum for instance, who you kept tabs on. But on all your public accounts, you added him recently.

“Oh.” He said, not fully believing what you said. He always could sense when you were lying. Some things never change.

“Your turn” You said, quickly switching accounts to your public and holding up your phone.  Unlike him, you weren’t feeling as kind. You quickly searched through the filter until you found the perfect one.

“Done?” He asked as you set your phone down.

“Let me see”

“No. Guess you’ll just have to look yourself”

He rolled his eyes but checked his phone anyway. He laughed and shook his head as he saw some alien filter on him, with the caption 'this date is out of this world’.

“Cheesy as ever”

“You follow me on snap?” You teased.

“Of course. Always have followed you on everything Y/n. I’m surprised you didn’t notice” He raised his hand for the check. While his head was turned you took another picture for insta, side-shots of Calum always looked good. You simply put a heart then posted it. You thought he deserved one good picture. You tagged him, and you heard his phone go off. He picked his phone and looked confused as he saw the picture, then he smiled.

“Ready to go?”

You simply nodded.

He insisted on walking you home, despite yourself you agreed.  Thank goodness you weren’t far.

You reached your building when he grabbed your hand.

“What?” You asked.

“Y/n I have to tell you-”

“Calum I don’t wanna hear it. This night was good so just leave it at that!”

“No I can’t. I have to tell you.”

“Cal-”

“Y/n I’m sorry. I never meant anything I said that night, I was drunk and stupid and I….I never expected you to leave me like that. That’s not an excuse I know. I felt terrible after that. It broke my heart to see you go, because I needed you Y/n…I needed you so much. I realized that right away. I was so stupid…”

“You didn’t even call or anything Calum. How sorry could you have been? I’m still convinced you never even loved me. That what we had meant nothing and-”

“You deserved better. Far better than me. I’d hope you’d find it. But here we are, you still get caught up with me…”

You turned your head, feeling the tears coming down your face. He moved closer, putting his hand on the side of your face, turning your head so you looked at him.

“And Y/n….I did love you, in fact I still love you. There’s no one else like you Y/n…no other girl could compare. I fucked up once before and I can’t let anything like that happen again”

“What are you trying to say Cal?”

“I don’t want to have a pretend anything. Can we make this real? Can you give me one last chance? Please Y/n, I promise I’m not the same guy you walked out on that night, and I never will be. Just one chance…that’s all I ask…”

You looked up into his chocolate brown eyes, so full of love and fear of rejection.

“I better not regret this…” You said, bringing his lips to yours.

**********

That was fun haha. Hope you guys liked it!! Post every Monday, and requests always open! Thanks for reading- Lydia

Where Does This Leave Us? ~ Part 3 - Cole Smut

Request: Hey could you a part 3 for “Late night confessions”? Where maybe they have to work out their feelings after the night they’ve spent together and maybe end up in bed again? That’d be nice! Love ur blog anyway❤

Warnings: Mild language, smut

Notes: Part 1 ,  Part 2  Also, please ignore the caption in the first gif. 

Tag List: @xbobaaa@superoriginalteenwolf@jbrhs-princess@katshrev@itsbee63​ @lost-in-wonderland-x @princessal @love-darren-criss1234 
@sgarrett49 

Recap:
“Thank you”, I whisper. 
“For what?”, Cole chuckles. 
“For being the one I lost it to”


*YOUR P.O.V*

Waking up, I feel a heavy arm around my waist and carefully turn over and saw Cole fast asleep. Flashbacks of the events that occurred last night flashed in my mind and I felt blood rush to my cheeks at the sudden realisation; I lost my virginity to my best friend. A sudden wave of pain pulsed down to my heat, and I winced slightly, getting up and taking some medication for it. 

“Fucking hell,” I whispered as I sat on the edge of the bathtub, wincing in pain. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the pain went down, and I sighed in relief. Opening the ensuite bathroom door, I saw Cole looking up at me. 

“Oh thank God. I thought you left.” he sighs, smiling at me. 

“No no, just my ugh ‘thing’ hurts”

“Oh shit. Are you okay? Do I need to take y-”

Originally posted by daddybetty

“I’m okay. It’s totally normal for it to hurt after losing your virginity,” I say, crawling back into bed next to him. Both of us lean in and kiss each other for a few minutes, before Cole pulls away. 

“So… Where does this leave us?” Cole asks, being serious. “Was it just a one time thing?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve never felt this way before about you before. This has definitely changed things between us - there’s no denying that”

“How about we just wait and see what happens?”

“Good idea,” I smile at him. “Breakfast?”

“Definitely,” he smirks and slides down under the duvet, spreading my legs and devouring me. 

“Cole!” I moan in sudden pleasure. Fuck he’s so good with his tongue. I swear I could just cum right then and there. His tongue dipped into my wet pussy, and hummed against me. My hands flew down to his hair, tangling themselves in it and tugging at it, pushing his face further into me. Cole’s fingers replaced his tongue, pumping them in and out at a rapid pace, whilst sucking and licking my clit. 

“Fuck, Cole. Yes!” I moan loudly, grinding against his mouth. A knock formed deep in my stomach, and I slowly felt it begin to unravel as my orgasm approached me. 

“You gonna cum for me?” murmurs Cole from underneath the duvet. 

“Yes! Fuck yes!” Moan were spilling out of me as he quickened the pace, causing his name to scream from my lips as I came all over his fingers. He came up and hovered over me, giving me a quick kiss beefore getting out of be. 

“Fuck me. You’re so good oh my god,” I laugh, still calming down from the powerful orgasm. 

“I know,” he winks and chuckles, whilst looking away. “Now, how about some real breakfast?”

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Don’t Play With Me, Boy | one

Originally posted by jjks

Word Count: 818

Warnings: none for now

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: fluff, slight smut, celebrity!reader au

Song: Blackpink’s Playing With Fire

A/N: BOi this fic is gonna kILL ME and aLL OF US

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Agreement - Roy Harper x Reader

Prompt: In which Jason and Reader are twins prepare for trouble and make it double because his sisters dating Roy (requested by anon)

“So how was your weekend?” Roy asked you conversationally. You couldn’t help but to blush slightly. Roy always had this way of flustering you even at the most innocent interactions. You could say you had a tiny crush.

“It was pretty good actually! I -” You started to chat with Roy before you heard your twin brother hurrying down the hall and barging into the room.

Jason walked into the room where you and Roy were innocently talking to each other. He narrowed his eyes at Roy and looked suspiciously between you two.

“No.” He said abruptly.  

“What -” Roy started to ask.

“Whatever this is, just no.” He clarified gesturing to the space between you and Roy.

“Ugh. Get over yourself, Jason. Nothing’s happening.”

“Well that’s unfortunate. I was certain we had something special going on there for a while there.” Roy pouted.

“I - well … we do. I mean -” You stuttered incoherently, blushing madly at Roy’s clear flirting. Jason observed the exchange critically before making up his mind and turning to glare at Roy.

“I swear to god Roy, if you ever hurt my sister I’ll make sure they never find your body.” Jason threatened.

“If I ever hurt [Y/N] I want you to make my death as painful as possible.” Roy responded with a straight face.

“Believe me, I will.” Jason swore. They glared at each other for a few intense moments before you felt the need to step in to break the tension.

“Hey guys … I’m still here. Please don’t murder each other.” You spoke up.

“No promises.” They answered at the same time.

My Everything (Requested!)

@eli-howlter – “this isn’t really a story idea but maybe something with dnp as children, something about them growing up together and their friendship :)”   

yes, yes yes. I am doing this.

Summary: Dan gets bullied by kids on the playground, and a protective Phil steps in, creating the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Years later, they are best friends, share clothes, share secrets, and know everything about the other. Dan has pent up feelings for Phil that he just can’t hide anymore.

Genres: Fluffy! Slight smut? A bit Angst! Childhood AU, Friends To Lovers  

Pairing: Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil

Word Count: 2,946

Warning: Some swear words, slight smut, and offensive terms!

A/N: One of my lovely besties Eli wanted me to write a childhood!phan fanfic and I mean, how could I say no to that? I’m making this one a bit longer than my usual so I hope you enjoy it!! :) I’m having dnp 2 years apart in age bc it works better for the story. Let’s pretend Phil was held back a year. also: I’m writing this where dnp are going to American school so I’m having them be in elementary school in the beginning! Ok enjoy!

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Breaking... Ch.9

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

A/N: I AM SO DAMN EXCITED FOR THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA! I’ve been anticipating this chapter ever since I started writing this and I’m excited for you all to read it! I hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 4000 (mmm I love that solid number!)

Warnings: Cursing, sob, fluff, info drops, slavery is horrible but it is brought up here sorry 

Tags!!: @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @renae-writes @literally-melonkitty @deltablue202 @meunicorn @favouritefighting-frenchman @demi-godamit @gum-and-chips @sweaterkitty-fluff @pinkyiger7

Breaking Stereotypes

Dear possible journal,

             November is far too quickly coming to an end. Rachel told me after we heard the news that we would be staying here at the estate to keep everything in order. I can tell you with full confidence that all the kids have been complaining about it to Alex and Eliza. I told them that they would be fine, they were fine before I showed up after all but they just get annoyed every time I point that out. Philly by far has been the worst perpetrator in that sense. “But who’s going to make tea for us?” They have maids at the Schuyler estate too Philip, stop making excuses! I do have to admit, it’s going to be odd not waking up at the crack of dawn to get everyone dressed and fed. Or to help the kids with their work and reading them stories when they can’t sleep. It’s just strange how used to life here I’ve become. I will admit, I’m not excited for their departure, Rachel is wonderful but I don’t think I can last being by myself for that long with nothing to do. Rachel has actually been acting rather strange recently, she seems distracted. She’s been like this for a month now I think, I asked he what was wrong but she just responded with “Simply worried about the trip.” I don’t believe her. She gave me my own head cloth to keep my hair out of my face while I’m working. Honestly she probably only gave it to me as a bribe to stop asking questions. I know your tricks Rachel; you can’t fool me! Actually, I’m pretty sure I left it in her room when I checked up on her yesterday. She said she was having trouble writing so I suggested she take a break. You usually find the right words when you least expect it. Anyways, I should probably go get that cloth, I think it looks surprisingly good on me for something that actually has a functional purpose. Until next time, random sheet of paper that I stole from Alex.

P.S. I swear every time I get done writing my hand starts to cramp, does this happen to everyone?

             You set your writing materials off to the side and jumped out of your seat. Perks to living next door to your coworker/friend! You went over and knocked on Rachel’s door. She’s usually taking her break right about now. No response, you called out.

“Rachel? You in there?” You turned the knob to peek inside, making sure she wasn’t just not paying attention. No one was inside but you could tell she was just there not too long ago. Eh, I can just grab my head band thing and go, no big deal. I left it on the window sill I think?  You stepped inside, walked over to the window and grabbed your cloth, you had to lean over the desk to get it but you got it nonetheless. Something on the desk caught your eye. A ring? It was a simple band, made of some kind of silvery metal, you couldn’t tell what. It was thin and clean, pretty in an understated kind of way. You picked it up and held it in the palm of your hand. There was paper and ink still laid out on the desk, she must’ve been writing recently. You couldn’t help yourself when your eyes caught the few words etched into the paper.

My love, though distance separates us, my mind finds you easily.

My love? Who is she writing to? You heard a sound behind you.

“Y/N! What are you doing in my room? You cannot go into someone’s chamber without permission!” Fuck. You quickly turned to find an obviously enraged Rachel standing in the doorway.

“I, um, nothing?” Seriously! That’s my best answer! Rachel was clearly not buying your charade. She walked over to the desk and took a seat, not even looking at you she figured out what you were holding.

“Put it down.” You complied and dropped it down onto the flat top of the desk. It hit the surface with a small ding and rolled on its side, making a ringing noise.

“It’s very pretty, where did you get it?” You asked as she picked up her quill, dipped it into a small ink jar and began to scratch letters into the page.

“Inheritance.” She said absentmindedly. Inheritance?

“Wait, inheritance? What do you mean?” She lifted her head up in realization.

“Oh, I’ve never told you before have I?” No! You certainly have not!

“Told me what exactly?” You sat down on her bed.

“The only people who know about this are Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton, but you’re my friend and I trust you…” She took a deep breath. “My full name is Rachel Marie Sky, I’m sure you can tell from the name but I’m a bastard.” A bastard? “My mother, she was a prostitute and she met my wealthy father, fell in love with him but he was already married. I was born out of wedlock and my mother died while giving birth to me. When my father found out about her death and my existence he took me in but since I’m not a product of his marriage I became part of the staff as soon as I could walk. When he died, all I was given was this ring. I’m honestly lucky to have gotten anything, his wife certainly did not know I received this. It was supposed to be a gift to my mother but it was bestowed to me instead. That’s actually how I ended up with the Hamilton’s as well. The families knew each other and once they heard my story they allowed me to stay.” Her expression changed, the whole time she was talking she was practically straight faced but once she brought up Alex and Eliza she seemed troubled.

“What’s wrong? You don’t seem too happy…”

“It’s not that I am not happy, I’m just…conflicted.” She looked down at her page.

“Who’s that for by the way? Sorry, but I read the first line…” Her eyes practically popped out of her head.

“You read it? Y/N Taylor! Ladies do not read others documents without asking!” Ugh! I know Rachel! I am not good at this lady business!

“I’m sorry! I legitimately didn’t do it on purpose! I promise! Who is this person you’re writing to?” I need all of the information! She looked downcast.

“His name is Cato… We met several years ago and we’ve written to each other ever since.” Aww! That’s so cute! I ship it! “But…it’s complicated! It wouldn’t work out…”

“What? Why? You obviously care about him! I mean you called him your love for Pete’s sake!” You argued, she held her head in her hands.

“I do love him! I’ve loved him for years! But… he’s a slave.” Oh…oh no…

“Oh Rachel… I’m so sorry, I didn’t know…” She picked her head up and shook it furiously.

“No, no, no, no! You misunderstand! He is only considered a slave by law, although that isn’t great, he is not treated as one! His ‘master’ considers him a friend, in fact the only reason he is considered a slave is for protection. The man is very kind but he’s smart, he understands that slavery will not be abolished for quite some time. So he ‘bought’ Cato, that way no one else would be able to mistreat him. They are very close, so close that the idea of being slave and master don’t register. I’m happy that he is as close to freedom as he can be…” I suppose that’s honorable in a way. It’s horrible that slavery exists in this world but the fact that someone was willing to let someone be free when that decision can’t be properly given to them is incredible. That shit can’t be said about Jefferson! Still… this has got to be difficult for both of them to figure out.

“But wait, why is this effecting you so suddenly?” If she’s loved him for years, why now of all times? You heard a voice echo from down the hall.

“TT! Rachel! Come on! We have a surprise!” Angie? Rachel put down her quill, stood up and brushed off her skirt. You followed her out the door. The two of you walked down the halls, you heard people talking in the main room. You turned the corner and saw Alex and all of the children. The younger ones were jumping excitedly and Angie was running up to a woman talking to Eliza. She had a bright smile, dark skin, her long curls were pulled back into a neat ponytail and her dress was as big as Eliza’s except it was pink. Angie hugged the woman tightly. “I knew it! I knew Mama would invite you Aunt Angelica!” Aunt Angelica? Wait! ANGELICA SCHUYLER CHURCH!

“Hello Darling! It’s wonderful to see you again!” She patted Angie on the head and looked over at Alex. “It’s nice to see you too Alexander.” She said dryly. Ooooh, I can feel the sting from over here… Alex looked away, obviously a bit hurt by the comment but no one else seemed to notice. The other children were bouncing excitedly while Philip shook his heads in distain.

“Do not misunderstand me when I say this Auntie but I can only handle one of you at a time. Angie, I love you. But one Angelica at a time is ideal!” Philip joked, Angie crossed her arms.

“Hmph, your loss then Philly because me and Auntie are going to be together all winter! You will just have to learn to deal with it!” She shot back. Rachel finally made your presences known.

“Hello Lady Angelica, it is wonderful to see you again. Shall I take in your things?”

“Oh yes, thank you very much Rachel.” Angelica replied. Rachel went out the front door to grab the luggage in the carriage sitting outside. Eliza jumped up slightly.

“William! It’s time for his feeding, I shall be back soon. Children, I know you are very excited to see your Aunt but please do make sure not to bother her.” She made her way up the stairs, presumably to the nursery. The fact that she can just gauge that stuff is scary yet also awesome! Philip smiled at you and gestured for you to join the group, you were certainly not opposed to this and were swiftly standing in front of Angelica.

“Hello, Mrs. Church! My name is Y/N Taylor; it is a pleasure to meet you!” This is by far the coolest! She smiled back at you.

“Ah, so this is the girl my sister has been telling me about.” Why did she look at Philip when she said that? Angie grabbed Philip and AJ’s arms and began to pull them towards the stairs.

“Alright boys! I have a lot of packing to do and all of you are going to help me! That means you too James and John!”

“But I do not wish to help you pack!” Philip groaned. Angie looked over at you.

“TT, should Philip and the boys help me pack?” She asked.

“Philip, AJ, Jamie, Johnny, go help your sister finish packing. Or at least get most of it done!” All of them collectively sighed as response to your demand.

“Thank you TT!” Angie said before dragging the boys upstairs. Angelica cleared her throat and looked over at Alex.

“Alexander, I would like to speak with you for a moment if you don’t mind.” Alex seemed surprised by the request but quickly brushed it off.

“Of course, please allow me to show you to my study.” And so the two left you in the main room as they disappeared down the hall. Wonder what that was about… The door opened and Rachel came rushing through, carrying two bags with her and closing the door with her heel.

“It’s getting quite chilly! We’ll have a lot of snow these coming months I can assure you that!” Oh no, curse you New York weather!

“Do you need some help with the bags?” You asked.

“No but if you could ask Mr. Hamilton if I need to prepare any more room I would greatly appreciate it.” She made her way to the steps, carrying the luggage with ease.

“Okay, I’ll be back in a second!” You turned around and started down the hallway, taking your head cloth, laying it on top of your head and tying the ends underneath your hair as you walked. You approached the study door and just as you were about the knock you heard a voice.

“You have invented a new kind of stupid, a damage you may never undo kind of stupid, an open all the cages in the zoo kind of stupid. Truly, you didn’t think this through kind of stupid!” It was Angelica. “Let’s review. You took a rumor, a few, maybe two people knew and refuted it by sharing an affair of which no one has accused you! I begged you to take a break, you refused to! So scared of what your enemies will do to you, you’re the only enemy you ever seem to lose to! You know why Jefferson can do what he wants? He doesn’t dignify schoolyard taunts with a response! So yes, congratulations!” She sounds pissed!

“Angelica wai-“

“You’ve redefined your legacy, congratulations!”

“It was an act of political sacrifice!” Alex exclaimed.

“Sacrifice? I languished in a loveless marriage in London, I lived only to read your letters. I look at you and think ‘God, what have we done with our lives and what did it get us?’ That doesn’t wipe the tears of the years away. But I’m back in the city and I’m here to stay and you know what I’m here to do?”

“Angelica…”

“I’m not here for you!”

“I didn’t expect for you to be… You know your sister like you know your own mind. I will never find anyone as trusting or as kind.” Alex…

“A million years ago she said to me ‘This one’s mine’ So I stood by, do you know why? I love my sister more than anything in this life! I will choose her happiness over mine every time!”

“Eliza… Is the best thing in my life.”

“So never lose sight of the fact that you have been blessed with the best wife!”

“For the rest of my life, every sacrifice I make is for your sister. I’ll give the best life, no exaggerations.” Alex finished.

“Good, I’m glad we settled this matter.” You heard footsteps coming towards you, or more specifically towards the door. Shit! I better knock now! You hurried tapped your fist against the door.

“Mr. Hamilton! Rachel sent me to ask you a question.” You opened the door and tried to pretend to be surprised that Angelica was about to walk out. “Oh forgive me, was I interrupting something?”

“Oh no dear, I was just leaving.” You side stepped so she would walk past you and once she was far enough down the hall you entered, closing the door behind you.

“You okay Alex?” You asked worriedly.

“I’m fine Titania, nothing for you to worry about. Did you have something to ask of me?”

“Yeah, Rachel wants to know if she needs to prepare any more rooms. So basically are you planning for more people to show up?” He smiled at your question.

“Actually yes! A good friend of mine shall be accompanying us!” He sounds so excited!

“Alright, I’ll let her know we need another room!” Before you could turn to open the door Alex called out to you.

“Wait Titania, I actually have a question for you as well.” He stood up from his desk, walked around it and leaned up against the edge of the front.

“Um, okay. What is it?” You stepped into the center of the room, Alex put on his ‘serious dad’ face.

“You have seemed troubled these last couple months. Is everything alright?” Oh no, I’ve been avoiding this question. You tried to put on your most convincing smile.

“I’m fine Alex, really I am!” His eyes slanted. He’s not buying this is he?

“Titania, I thought we were past hiding such things from each other. We’re family in this house and I consider you my closest friend. You cannot lie to me about these things. Now, what exactly has you so blue?” Nothing gets past Alex I guess… You sighed.

“I just really want to ask you something but I don’t want to ruin how happy everyone has been lately and I feel like such a pessimist for being concerned with something so trivial but it’s honestly really bothering me and I keep going back and forth on whether I shoul-“

“Whoa! Slow down there Titania. It’s very alright to ask me anything if it troubles you so.” He stepped forward, stood in front of you and patted your shoulder reassuringly.

“It’s just… Why? Why write the pamphlet? Why name it after me? I really don’t understand it!” You huffed in exasperation. Literally I’m pretty sure the only people who believed the rumors was Thomass Jeffershit and Sunshine boy!  Alex looked at you for a second before responding.

“Y/N when you appeared at my side, told me your story and proceeded to breakdown the structure of Shakespeare, I knew that you and I were destined to have a friendship. However, that puts you in a very sensitive position; a position of power that one may want to exploit. I knew of this possibility but I risked that in order to understand you, that was selfish of me. This rumor, that article was not only about me but about you as well. I have committed many errors in my life but I shall not allow the name of an innocent person be slandered. One of my errors was not protecting a dear friend of mine when I had the chance. I will never throw away my shot on a friend ever again because of that. I deserved the shame I was given but once I saw your reaction to Philip I knew I could not sit by and allow for such talk to spread.”

“But Alex, you know I don’t care about my name, my name doesn’t matter!”

“That is where you are wrong. Titania, I shall tell you the same thing I tell all of my other children. Always care about your legacy, because what you will leave behind shall be great, greater than what anyone can imagine. You are family and one of the great things I hope for you to do with your own name is stay apart of this family.” He smiled down at you, you couldn’t stop yourself from giving him a small hug.

“Thank you…Alex…” You pulled away and quickly went over to the door, before leaving you turned back to Alex. “Or should I say, thank you Alexander Hamildad?” You ran out of the room, trying to hold in your laughter. That was so good! High five me! You ran down the hall and into the main room. You immediately noticed all the children running down the stairs. “Whoa, slow down guys! Where’s the fire?” Honestly with AJ’s track record, that was a literally possibility. Angie, AJ, Jamie and Johnny all jumped off the last step but Jamie was the only one to stop and answer your question.

“He’s here! He’s here!” He said excitedly before running into the center of the room. Who’s here? Suddenly you heard the sound of a carriage stopping outside, Angie stopped you from going over to the door to greet the guest.

“Not a wise decision.” What’s going on? It wasn’t any more than a few seconds before you heard booming footsteps from outside the door. Is our visitor a tree?! The next thing you know the door is flung open and you see an extremely tall man jumping through the doorway. His skin was very dark, his clothes an equally dark color however in a shade of blue. He was quite broad and you couldn’t see his hair because he was wearing a beanie.

“HERCULES MULLIGAN!” The man shouted as he landed. The children all shouted and ran towards the man.

“Uncle Herc! Uncle Herc!” They all shouted. Wait… Hercules… Mulligan… A TAILOR SPYING ON THE BRITISH GOVERNMENT?! Mulligan picked Angie up by her sides and spun her around in a circle.

“How is my angel fairing? Those boys better not be bothering you or else they’ll have to hear from me!” He shouted. Angie giggled and shook her head.

“Boys are gross Uncle Herc!” She responded, Mulligan had the widest smile on his face from her response.

“That is exactly what I was hoping to hear! Never trust us men!” He joked. Philip came trotting down the stairs and spoke up as he approached Mulligan.

“Ah, Uncle Hercules! I have not seen you in ages!” He walked toward Mulligan and gave him only what you could describe as a bro hug. Was that a thing back in 1797? Well they just did it so I guess it was! Philip then looked over at you. “And this is Y/N Taylor, she is-“ AJ cut him off.

“She’s our maid, she’s really nice!” AJ chuckled. Mulligan approached you and held out his hand, sensing the que you gave him yours. He gave your hand a quick peck before straightening his posture and smiling down at you.

“A pleasure to meet you Y/N!” He exclaimed before staring at you silently, almost like he was examining your face. What? What’s he doing.

“Uh, h-hello, nice to meet you?” He nodded his head, like he had just made a decision.

“That’s it. I’m taking her.” He stated simply. Excuse me?! AJ, Jamie and Johnny all came running up behind him.

“No! You can’t take her! She’s our maid!” AJ laughed. I’m so confused! Mulligan shook his head.

“Nope, you can’t change my mind. She’s mine now!” Without any warning Mulligan picked up by the waist and threw you over his shoulder. What the hell is going on?!  Mulligan then proceeded to run around the room with long strides as the children giggled and chased after him. This caused you to bounce up and down on his shoulder, you couldn’t help but laugh at the scenario.

“What in the world are you all doing?” You asked through your giggle fit.

“I see that Titania is getting acquainted with Mulligan!” You caught a glimpse of Alex standing the archway between the hall and the main room. Mulligan quickly halted, lifted you off his shoulder and set you down gracefully. Your hair however was a total disaster; it took you a second to smooth everything back down to normal. Alex and Mulligan walked towards each other with shit eating grins and also engaging in the bro hug. Wow, that’s really popular isn’t it?

“Great to see you again Hamilton!” Hercules exclaimed.

“Like wise Mulligan!” You heard footsteps coming through the still opened door. You turned your gaze towards it and caught site of another man carrying a couple of bags. He was still tall but significantly shorter than Mulligan. His skin was closer to a mocha color, his hair was wavy and cut very short. His clothes perplexed you for a second, they weren’t shabby but seemed oddly casual for the time period. Mulligan turned to him.

“Oh sorry my boy! Didn’t mean to leave you out there, I was just excited to see everyone! Let me get that!” Mulligan jogged over to the man and grabbed two of three bags he was holding.

“It’s not a problem Hercules, I do not mind helping.” He responded, Alex smiled and waved at the man.

“How are you fairing Cato?” He asked.

“Very good, Mr. Hamilton.” He answered.

Wait…Cato?!

The way his face went completely soft when it was his turn to say ‘I do’ got me bad. He said it with such honesty and you can see it in his eyes. He’s looking at her with such admiration, it’s like he still can’t believe he’s been so lucky to find her and there’s zero doubt that he will love this woman for the rest of eternity *sigh* They’re so beautiful help. (credit to @onceland for the gif).

Shrek: An Icon

Originally posted by crankygoose

Request:  Hi! I was wondering if you could do a fic about Ethan and the reader? Thank you!

Summary: Fem!Reader and boyfriend Ethan are chillin’ watching Shrek when disagreements occur about the iconic movie.

A/N: Henlo, this took me forever because I may or may not have decided to binge watch the shrek movies while writing this oops sorry not sorry. Gif is supposed to be Ethan’s face when he and reader and Mark all disagree hahaha. Thanks for the request! This was fun to write!

Wordcount: 521, good size, full of meme references

Warnings: I swore once and I also talk about a lot of controversial issues; for example, what the most iconic line in shrek is. Read at your own risk.

Please request some more! This is my last request and now my inbox is empty so pls,,,,,, I beg you,, r e q u e s t s o m e t h i n g

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