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Gift Guide for Her

I pride myself in being a very generous gift giver, especially during Christmas time when my room is littered with wrapping paper and ribbons which will aid me in wrapping two or three presents per person. Perhaps because I am a girl, deciding on gifts to give to women always comes easier for me than choosing what to give to men which is why I jumped at the chance of compiling a list to help you decide what to give to the special women in your life.

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Someone just brought it to my attention that maybe Cole was talking about being whipped over another girl.
I’m going to address this for the people doubting SH right now.
Firstly, it’s no secret that I’m part of team “Sprousehart is 100% something more than friends”. I refuse to label them as boyfriend and girlfriend yet because I don’t know the exact status of their relationship, but I’m certain they’re either together, casually dating, lovers, or taking it slow, while trying to figure out what they mean to each other. But there is no denying that the way these two crazy kids behave around each other is a lot lot more than just friendship.

Here’s the real point I want to make: when a boy says “I’m whipped” it means he is in love so deep that he is willing to do anything for his partner. Side note: People usually talk about being whipped if there is dating involved. Now, with Cole’s comment, we are to assume that there is currently a special lady who has a very strong hold on his heart - someone he does a lot for.
At Paleyfest, Lili admitted that when she asked Cole to take her to Antelope Valley, and photograph her, he didn’t hesitate to say yes. He was all like, “Yeah, let’s do it”. Cole deleted the daddy poll because Lili didn’t win, and we all know he wanted her to. (I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually did vote for her a lot.) Lili has been taking up photography lately - who do you think is teaching her? Who do you think got her the camera? Honestly, it’s right there in front of us all in plain sight. Cole has admitted on numerous occasions that his worst habit is interrupting people, which he’s proven to be true many times. But at Wondercon he let Lili speak in all their interviews without interfering; he let her shine on her own, and he only chimed in when he noticed she was getting tongue tied or needed him to finish her sentences. There’s a lot more proof I can provide, but this post will be never ending if I do. So for now I’ll leave you with all these sweet moments to ponder over. Basically, what I’m trying to say is, Cole’s behaviour towards Lili screams WHIPPED!

If Cole was, hypothetically speaking, referring to another girl when he said he’s whipped then I feel sorry for her, whoever she is, because the way he looks at Lili, talks about Lili and acts around Lili is exactly how someone in love behaves. He looks at her like she is magic. He doesn’t seem to know the meaning of personal space when standing near her. He can’t help but smile every time their eyes meet (she does this, too). He makes countless sex comments about her & around her, and even when she’s not around, “I was excited … it was great.”
I’m sorry, but whoever this other (clearly non-existent) mystery girl is, she must be sitting at home right now fuming because her “bae” seems to spend most of his time boasting about Lili and how great she is to do love scenes with. ;) Also, if there was another girl in his life, I doubt she’d be happy with him going out for breakfast with Lili, and then spending the entire day together, and then finishing the night with a romantic dinner for two. For those of you who don’t know, yes, Cole and Lili spent the whole day from morning till night last week, then they just “mysteriously” fell off the face of the earth for the entire weekend. Jeez, I wonder why? 🤔
Also, I don’t see Cole posting heart eyes emojis on any other females’ photos. I also don’t see his very over protective brother, Dylan, following any of his female model friends everyone seems to worry about.
Their obvious body language, and lack of personal space, their constant heart eyes to each other, their flirty banter, their ridiculous chemistry, their continuous smiles every time they look at each other, their flustered faces whenever they know people are on to them is just way too real and intense to ignore.

How anyone can think Cole meant another girl is beyond me. The guy is hopelessly in love with Lili. And if she didn’t reciprocate his feelings, I can assure you she would have dismissed him a long time ago, and not be spending nights at his house, and going out on dates with him for an entire day.
Whatever is going on between them is mutual. ❤️

The Matchmakers - Part 7

Art made by the amazing @bambz-art

@setthestarsxnfire​ and I wrote this one together! Hope you enjoy! This one is long so more under the cut~

MC: It’s a beautiful day!

Jaehee Kang: We should do something together

V: Agreed, it’s been awhile since we went out as a group.

ZEN: Like what?

707: Let’s go to the fair~!! ✧◕ヮ◕✧

ZEN: We’ve already been to the fair

Yoosung★: Oh? Since when :3

Saeran: ‘We’?

ZEN: Since
ZEN: Ehm
ZEN: No no, I misspoke
ZEN: I’ve never been there

Jumin Han: …

MC: Great!
MC: Then it’s settled, let’s all go!

Jaehee Kang: I don’t know if it’s something for me.

MC: Jaehee, it’s not the same without you (;﹏;)

707: MC’s secret weapon has been activated!

Jaehee Kang: Ah! I will go, MC!
Jaehee Kang: Don’t cry!

MC: Yaaayyy!!

Jumin Han: I really should finish writing these reports.

V: Come on Jumin, it’s Sunday.
V: Zen, you will be there, I hope?

ZEN: Hah… I suppose I can’t refuse if everyone wants to see me

Jumin Han: Alright, I’ll join.

MC: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Yoosung★: Saeran, you’re not going to protest as well, right?

Saeran: Saeyoung is already dragging me out the door ⌐.⌐

707: Whoo~!

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so i made this post because even the laziest people in existence still have to study ha ha these are just some things i’ve been doing for my revision!

1. you don’t need to rewrite notes to memorise them

i know tons of people say that rewriting notes is a form of memory retention but honestly!!! i don’t have the energy/patience for that ha! for me, the best method to memorise things (especially content-heavy chapters/subjects) would be to record yourself talking. i don’t think this is especially catered to auditory learners, because i know for a fact that i’m not an auditory learner but this still works especially well for me so!!

 i usually open up the voice recorder app and talk as if i’m teaching someone! i’d recommend you use a guidebook as reference and not the actual textbooks. guidebooks are more vague, so when you’re speaking about a particular point, you can sort of expand on the point given in the guidebook from your knowledge of the subject! this really helps for revision because you’re basically forced to remember things. you don’t necessarily need to replay your recordings. to me, the “recording” bit of this method is psychological, it makes me feel like i’m actually memorising and not just talking to myself haha.

this recording method is honestly one of the most helpful things i’ve ever started doing and i can do a more in-depth post on it if anyone asks haha

2. use different highlighters for different sections

i know literally everyone has been told this tip in their lifetime but honestly!!! it’s EXTREMELY helpful, especially if you want to do timelines for history! use different colours for things like dates, people, treaties, etc! 
okay but one thing about this tip that’s sort of different from others is that when you highlight dates, highlight the entire event and not just the date! so for example, instead of highlighting “28 June 1919″, highlight “The Treaty of Versailles was signed on 28 June 1919.” that way, you know the WHOLE event and the date and you’ll be more likely to remember both! 

i learnt this the hard way - i used to highlight dates by themselves (maybe i was just totally dumb) and i could NEVER remember what happened on the dates lmao 

3. the internet is there for you

it’s a bad habit of mine, but being a very last-minute person, i ALWAYS have doubts even the night before exams. since it’s too late to actually contact anyone, i usually have to rely on the internet. the internet has a myriad of wonderful wonderful resources that are so incredibly useful! 

some youtube channels that have helped me are khanacademy (literally anything), mathbff (math), keith hughes (history), j brierly (literature) 

i also recommend watching documentaries (for history/social studies) because even though it’s a more in-depth version of what you have to learn, it’ll help you understand everything better + make your essay stand out :) 

4. find a suitable study space

a good study space is probably the first thing you should ensure if you want to get anything done at all. i usually never study at home, simply because i’m always distracted by trivial things such as “i’m hungry, i’m gonna get food” or “i’m so tired i’m going to sleep for five minutes”. 

when i started studying outside (usually at starbucks/the library), my productivity level increased so much it blew my mind a little. even though it’s a bit troublesome because you may not be completely sure what materials to bring, you’ll still get a lot done trust me on this lmao

5. always, always plan what you want to do

i find it really taxing to plan out my entire day down to the hour, so i usually just set a certain number of things i want to complete for that day, and just let things naturally flow from there.

for example, i write the things i want to do on my calendar (finish a set of math papers, read a chapter of lit, etc.) and then i just get everything done on that day w/o planning the exact time i’m going to do it! it makes things less stressful in my opinion :)

i’ve tried planning things by hour but it usually never works out so i just stopped doing it and honestly it’s not necessary! what’s important about planning is just knowing what you need to do and then getting it done. 

6. handwrite your notes whenever you can

writing your notes by hand triggers your memory more effectively than typing them out. even though i’m tempted to type out notes since i’m the laziest person in existence, i still try (most of the time) to write notes because at the end of the day, you’ll be more proud of your handwritten notes than your boring typed out ones :)

7. study with people who usually do well

this is a rather…shady….method of learning but honestly!!! when you know how the top students function, you can learn from them as well! 

i’ve discovered that top students usually perform so well because they review their content regularly, unlike people like me who wait three days before the exam to start cramming everything into my brain.

keep some pictures of your notes or some flashcards with you, so that when you have pockets of time (eg. waiting for a friend, waiting for the bus, etc), you can whip them out and start reviewing :) 

these people also act as tutors, so you can clarify your doubts with them and it’ll be less awkward as compared to asking an actual teacher. i know i prefer asking classmates than teachers hahaha.

OKAY i hope this helped :-) please also reblog/like this if you’re a studyblr, i’m new to the community and i wanna follow more people!! 

Bad Boy (Part 4).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader.

Warnings: Talk about gangs, some slight violence, mentions of cuts and blood. Trashed furnitures.

Word Count: 1011.

Rating: 18+


Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 

As always I’m tagging my lovely, lovely wives @sexylibrarian1 and @thecrownedrose along with @ryverpenrad @supernatural-girl97 @brokenanxiety @palaiasaurus64 Enjoy!

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Taehyung Scenario: Jokes Aside

Request: I want to request a TaeTae scenario where you are childhood friends and he has always been a prankster and just really silly and generally how he is, but before the reader leaves for like college or something he confesses to her, but she doesn’t take him seriously at first. Super cute stuff you know. Fluffy Af.

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Taehyung had been a close friend and a next door neighbor to you since you two were basically in diapers. Your houses had always been right next to each other, and since your families were so close, the property line between your yard and theirs was really only a formality. And since you and Taehyung were about the same age, it was only natural that the two of you became close.

But now you had both grown up. You had both recently graduated high school– and you were so ready to start this new chapter of your life as you headed off to college. You had chosen a school very far away from home, while Taehyung had opted for a local school. It was the night before your flight, and as you and Tae texted each other like always as you reminisced away as to how long you two had been friends.

Taehyung had always been a fun-loving guy, and while he never took his pranks too far, he never ceased to get creative. One time, on your first day of kindergarten, you were sad to be without your parents for the first time and to cheer you up he thought it’d be a good idea to hide a fake spider in your backpack. While you hadn’t appreciated the scare, it certainly did distract you from missing your parents as you chased him around the playground.

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So I’m guessing valentine realizes that he has Magnus’s magic and alec finally realizes that this is not Magnus, duh, so he whips out his bow and valentine is like no bitch and swats him back bc that’s all I think he can do. If I’m right and that’s valentine then he’s not going to know how to do any magic besides destroy things. As soon as I saw this promo I thought that magnus looked pissed so maybe this is when Alec finally catches on to what was happening and starts to show doubt. And you can see that Magnus’s body is still in the same outfit as we last saw him, so all in all he’s doing a poor Magnus impression lol. PS sorry I couldn’t find a gif with just Alec laying downing on the floor my apologies

Update: I think I’m right bc of that sneak peek we got.

Huntress- Part 11: Remember

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E11 so warning: SPOILERS

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Part Seven
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Part Nine
Part Ten

It had been a few days since you’d told your Dad and Uncle the truth…as much as you could bare to say. You were currently sat at the Motel, your Dad was typing away on his laptop, no doubt looking into some lore for the case they were working. 
Uncle Dean had gone to “get a burger”, but you weren’t stupid. He’d be gone all night no doubt. Ever since that conversation, you’d become a little more distant with your Dad. Maybe it was embarrassment, you never wanted to tell him in the first place, maybe guilt that you hadn’t told him or maybe you’d just been thinking too much.

Despite your distance, your Dad was now more determined than ever to stay close to you. You’d never been a talker and had always kept most things bottled up so to tell someone a story you kept to yourself and considered very personal was a huge step for you. You’d barely said a word to anyone since, but that was just how your body worked. You need time to recharge and build up to confrontation. A hunt would bring you back, something to keep your mind away from anything else.

You thought back to the conversation, the confused face your Dad had given you…

“Your daughter” You’d said, knowing full well it’d do nothing but increase his curiosity. 
“Wh-what?” Your Dad’s eyebrows knitted together, his eyes focused intently on yours.
“You had two daughters.” You managed, your voice quivering.

“How…?” Your Dad was now much more hesitant to ask you anything.

Your lips trembled “Max was…” You could hardly breath.

…“Hey, Y/N, could you pass me the charger?”
You broke out of your daze, unaware of how long you’d been sat there, staring at nothing. Nodding, you handed your Dad his charger, still not saying a word.
“You okay, bug?” He tilted his head, you saw him do so out of the corner of your eye.
Again, you nodded. But he wouldn’t take a nod for an answer. Sighing, he got up from the chair and sat down next to you on the bed. You felt a dip in the bed, but still didn’t look up.

“It’s okay if you’re not.” He softly spoke, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands hanging in between.
You nodded again, lost for the correct words to say. “I know you’ve got a lot going on, Y/N. You can just stay here for the hunt.”
The way he spoke made it sound like an offer and left you wondering if it was an order. Instead of nodding, you shook your head, causing him to sigh again.


“Please.” You begged “I want to. I need….something to do.” You tried to explain it, finding each word harder to say without breaking down.
“You sure?”
Back to nodding, you hummed a “Yeah.”

Defeated, he stood up, planting a kiss on your forehead and sitting back down at his computer. You went back into your daydream…

“You had a twin.” Your Dad said the words for you. You nodded “She was my best friend, my only family when Mum died. She was all I had…” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at anyone.

“What happened to her?” Your Dad asked, only his tone of voice was different this time. It was as though the question was optional, he understood you didn’t want to talk about it. 

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. You couldn’t bare to think about it, her bloodshot eyes and pale complexion, her cold hands and lifeless body. You took in a deep breath “It doesn’t matter. She’s dead.”

…You hadn’t noticed until your Dad moved back down next to you that you were crying. It was silent, tears lightly trickling down your face, your eyes blinking a lot. This time he sat much closer and didn’t say a word, enveloping you into a hug, his head resting on yours and his arms holding you close. 
“Hey, come on. It’s okay. It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He cooed, rubbing your back gently with one of his hands, the other held your head.
You sobbed, finally giving in to his embrace. He stayed there, holding you and keeping you close to him, you clung on to him as though your life would fade away if you loosened your grip at all. 

You’d managed to convince yourself that you were okay, you’d be able to wake up every morning and smile without waiting for your sister to come and have breakfast with you. You could walk to school with two headphones in listening purely to the song rather than only having one in with your main focus on Max as she rambled on and on about nothing. You could fall asleep on time instead of texting your twin who was only a few feet away in the other room, so close you could hear each others giggles. You could walk the dog without sharing the lead or cross the road only looking out for yourself. You could hug your Mum without Max laughing and joining in the embrace: “Room for one more?”.

You couldn’t. 

Blinking your eyes awake, you felt more tired than the night before. After allowing your eyes to get used to the light you noticed there was no one else there. The curtains were still closed, but the morning light was creeping through the sides they hadn’t covered. Your Dad’s laptop was on the table by the window.

You sighed, quickly getting dressed and putting on your combats. When you went to open up the curtains a post-it-note caught your eye, it was stuck to the laptop and curling slightly at the corner: “Having breakfast with Dean…Sorry, didn’t want to wake you up. Be back soon xxx”

You managed a smile and looked out of the window, noticing Baby was still there so he can’t have gone far. For most people, this situation would be a nod and go back to bed, only you weren’t most people. You were a Winchester.

You opened up the laptop to see the page open on ‘Waldos’, it seemed to be some sort of waffle-place. You took note of the street name, grabbed your gun for extra caution and headed towards Waldo’s. 
It wasn’t exactly hard to miss, with a huge flashing sign and a massive waffle logo on every wall of the building, you slipped in through the front and walked up to where Dad and Uncle Dean were. 

They had your backs to you, Uncle Dean was downing painkillers with coffee and your Dad was offering a disapproving look. You pulled up a stool next to Uncle Dean and smiled. Uncle Dean looked at you for a moment as though you were a stranger, his eyes were narrowed and his head tilted.
“Y/N..?” Your Dad looked concerned if nothing else. At the mention of your name Uncle Dean relaxed and looked back at his waffles.
“How did you find us?”
“You had the page open on your laptop.” You shrugged. To your amazement, Dad smiled to himself, something told you that leaving the website up wasn’t completely unintentional.

“So you’re saying you really can’t remember anything?” Your Dad frowned, watching Uncle Dean inhale about fifty waffles. “Not squat.” Uncle Dean shook his head in disbelief “Why did I even leave the Motel room…?”
“You wanted a burger.” You said.
“Well, I’ll text Mom to let her know I’m the emergency number…And Cas, in case he gets some more info on Kelly.”
Uncle Dean frowned and mouthed “Kelly?” At you. You sighed and frowned back before saying “You know, the girl with Lucifer’s bun in her oven.” 
“Lucifers love child.” Dad added, standing up from the stool.”

“Oh, right yeah.” 

“Okay, well I’m gonna go work the case. You and your waffles can have some alone time, come on.” Dad tited his head back to gesture for you to come with him. You rolled your eyes at your Uncle before standing to join Dad.

“Okay I’m coming.” Uncle Dean tore himself away from the plate and stood up to leave. Just then lady made her way over, she was smiling at your Uncle and took in a deep breath before saying “Hey.”.
“Hey.” Uncle Dean replied, looking between her and you two “Who are you?”
Her face instantly turned to rage and she slapped him there and then, turning on her heel in a huff and returning to her friends.
“Damn.” You mumbled to yourself, slightly impressed.
“Hell of a night.” Uncle Dean coughed.

One of the worst things about being a young hunter was the fact that you couldn’t pass as an FBI agent, so for the parts of the case where Dad and Uncle Dean were busy faking their jobs and working the case you were stuck in Baby, You got out and leant against the bonnet, whipping your phone out for something to do. 

Half an hour later Dad and Uncle Dean came back, discussing something about the case no doubt.
“Looks like we’re dealing with Witches.”Your Dad explained, briefly filling you in.

Once again you were greeted with a strange expression from Uncle Dean, his head tilted to the side and his eyebrows furrowed. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?!” You asked, making your Dad turn back around to see what you were talking about.
“I don’t know. kid.” Uncle Dean coughed slightly when he sad Kid.

“Kid?” You echoed, the way he said it didn’t sound right.
“Where?” Uncle Dean frowned, turning slightly. 
Sighing, you got in the back, ignoring Uncle Deans confused face.

“I said I’m fine!” Uncle Dean argued, getting out of the car.
“What’s my name?” You asked, standing in the way of the Motel door.
“My name. Now.”
“I don’t have to do this.” He decided.

“You don’t know do you..?” Your Dad looked amazed.

“Of course I do.”
“Then what is it?” You raised an eyebrow. he opened and closed his mouth a few times before shaking his head “I don’t know…”
“I’m only joking.” Uncle Dean laughed, but he looked incredibly confused, his mind deep in thought trying to remember what your name was.
“Uncle Dean-” You started to say before he interrupted you.

You and Dad shared a worried look.

“Dean, you forgot your own name!” Dad protested, following after his brother in the Motel room. “And Y/NS.”
”Y/N, that was it! I knew it!” 
You followed on behind, wondering what the hell was going on with your Uncle.

“Yeah that was weird…” He couldn’t help, but agree however.

“Look I’m fine, see? This is a coat, this is a bed. This is uh…a….uh light stick.”
“A light sti-” Your Dad sighed, picking up a post-it-note and writing “LAMP” in big letters before sticking it on the “light stick”. 
“Lamp!” Uncle Dean cheered “So close.”

“I’m gonna call Rowena.” Dad sighed before adding “The Witch.”
“Yeah…Rowena this is serious…I think he’s been hexed…he can’t remember really simple things…no….I don’t know and I’m not checking!…how do we fix it?”
You watched in anticipation when your Dad put the phone down “We need to kill the Witch.” He explained, putting his jacket back on.
“Come on.” He added, dragging his brother away from the TV.

“AND, our best friend’s an Angel..Whaaaaaat?!” Uncle Dean exclaimed, hitting your Dad who almost jumped out of his skin. You couldn’t help but giggle, only shutting up when Dad glared at you.
Settling with a smirk, you examined the blood smears on the tree bark, runnng your fingers gently over the dried crimson.

“Sam…Y/N!” Uncle Dean called out, shining his torch back at you both. You hurried over, finding a dead body collapsed behind a fallen tree.
He had whited out eyes, a river of dried blood coming from his mouth and dirt covered him all over. “Is that a dead guy?”
“Yep.” You answered, shining you torch over his body for any more clues.
“No, Dean. Not cool. Killing the Witch is supposed to be the cure. But if the Witch isn’t dead then…why aren’t you…you?” 
“Not cool.” He gulped.

A knock at the door made you and your Dad look up from his laptop screen. “I’ll get it.” Uncle Dean declared, heading straight for the door.
“No, Dean. Wait!” Dad attempted to stop him, getting his handgun out.
The door swung open to reveal the Witch you’d met back when you had to capture Lucifer.

Inviting herself in, she put her bag on your bed and turned to face you all.
“Who’s this?” Uncle Dean scoffed.
Rowena sighed “The spell’s progressed I see.”
“Your hair…it’s all so bouncy.” Uncle Dean smiled, his hands hovering over her locks in amazement.
“Why…thank you,” She turned to face you and your Dad “Do we have to fix him?”

After managing to occupy your Uncle with TV, Dad pulled Rowena off to the side. She looked at you briefly before saying “This kind of magic is very high level witchcraft. I presumed them all dead. But, perhaps not. Eventually you forget how to speak, how to swallow,how to breath..well…Dean Winchester’s going to die.”
“Suck’s for that guy.” Uncle Dean chimed in. Sadly, you looked between the three of them, wanting someone to say something positive for once.

Uncle Dean went to the bathroom and your Dad instantly lost his ‘everything’s fine’ face, he sat down on the Motel bed, perching on the end. You sat next to him, not speaking. 
“I’ve seen my brother die…but this, watching him become not him. This might be worse.” 
You looked down at the floor, not sure what to say.

“We need to kill the Witches, Samuel.” Rowena declared, ignoring his comment.
“Yeah, an important spell book is up for grabs and here you are. I should have known.” Dad shook his head.
“True…” She hissed “But it’s nice to have a Winchester owe you one. Anyway, you’ll need me there not babysitting your brother. They’ll kill you both.” 
You reached into your backpack, bringing out witch-killing-bullets in a loaded gun “They can try.” Dad raised an eyebrow, heading towards the door. Only, moments before he opened it he turned back around and looked at you. “Y/N, this could be really dangerous.”
You squinted skeptically at where this was going.
“I’m trained for really dangerous.” You retorted, putting a jacket on.
“I don’t doubt that…I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Me neither.”
“Y/N…” He frowned, not sure what else to say. Only he didn’t argue when you left the Motel with him. 

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid.” Dad looked at you with stern eyes, his hands resting on your shoulders. You sighed silently and nodded “I promise.”
With a tight smile he nodded, handing you a gun and taking the lead.

With two Witches down you made your way into the main house. “Okay, stay back.” He whispered.
You nodded, your eyes scanning the area.

Dad called Uncle Dean and Rowena, putting his phone is his pocket for when Rowena was able to perform the spell. You crept through the building, becoming more suspicious as the halls were empty. Eventually you found a lady, her blonde hair was curled slightly and she was carefully placing butterflies on a sort of plaque thing. Your Dad told you to stay put outside and went in, closing the door behind him.

You stood in the closed off doorway, your gun out ready for an attack. Only, not ready for the kind of attack that came. “A Baby Winchester, how quaint.” A male Witch chuckled, but you couldn’t see him. He was close, no doubt using some sort of invisibility spell, you watched the floor and saw a tiny cloud of dust as a footstep sounded. In a blind panic, you shot toward the culprit, the mirror behind didn’t smash which meant you’d hit something. You heard a cry of pain, a man with glasses and a bleeding side slowly appeared into vision. Before you could react he shot his hand out, sending you towards the wall behind. You smashed into it, feeling your arm scrape against some sort of metal, it sliced down your arm making you grunt. But, you got back up. He grabbed hold of you, his magic holding some sort of super strength as there was no way of getting out of his grip.

He kicked one of the doors down, dragging you in the room where your Dad was on the floor, his gun aimed at the Witch. As the man bled you felt his grip getting weaker- his magic was dying with him.
“Y/N!” Dad called, shooting the man a glare.
“Kill her.” The Witch laughed, her eyes full of nothing but hatred.
“I can’t, she shot me.” He revealed his wound, his shirt dyed deep crimson around the bullet.
“I thought you were invisible?!” She didn’t seem too worried about this.
“That didn’t stop her…the bitch.” He tried to grip you harder, but if anything he was losing all of his strength. You waited until he was barely holding on and threw him over your back, leaning forward as you did so. 
He cried out when he hit the floor, his body close to death.

You looked at the Lady Witch as she held you where you were with her magic. You fell down, unable to get back up this time. Her hand closed as blackness entered your vision, knocking you out.

You woke to her walking around the corpse of the dead Witch Uncle Dean had found earlier. “…We’re going to swap his soul for yours.” The Lady finished, looking between you and Dad. She looked back to you and smiled “Or yours.”
“Don’t you dare!” Dad warned through gritted teeth.
“But she’s young and fit and so much stronger than some old man.” She hissed at your Dad.
Instead of retaliating with some snarky comment you glared, unsure of what could make the situation any worse. “You’ll do just fine.” She laughed, walking towards you. When she knelt down in front of you a loud crash sounded, turning her attention away from the pair of you for a second. A second was enough.

Immediately you rose to your feet, kicking her to the floor and sprinting out to see if your gun was where you fell.
You thought you Dad was right behind you, only he insisted on fighting the bitch. Deciding to leave him to it, you raced down the stairs in the hopes to come across some sort of effective weapon, when you turned the corner you came face to face with…Uncle Dean?

He looked at you strangely, holding up a gun fully loaded with Witch killing bullets and aimed. With only a second to react you ducked behind a chest of draws when he fired, his bullet scraping the back of your hand. You winced, hissing at the pain, but knowing he didn’t actually mean to shoot you. “I’m your niece! Don’t shoot me you bastard!” You shouted, hesitantly coming out from behind the draws.

“Oops…” Uncle Dean smiled awkwardly and you sighed, rolling your eyes.
“Is the Impala outside?” You asked, looking around warily.
“The what?” He frowned, having even forgotten Baby.
“The car!” 
“Oh…yeah it is.”
“Okay good,” You put your hand on his arm and guided him to the corner of the room “Stay.”
“Where are you going?” The way he asked was like a five year old.
Sighing, you quickly said “To get another gun. Be right back.”

After not finding any more guns in the boot, you raced back to the house. The back of your hand was soar, blood still oozing from the sides of where the bullet had torn your skin, no doubt hitting your bone. Ignoring the pain, you peered round the corner to see…no one. He’d gone. Of course he’d gone, he can’t remember anything…”Should have written a bloody post-it-note.” You mumbled to yourself, following the sound of voices.

You walked in on the Witch and Rowena having some sort of stare-off.Their heads snapped towards you, making you take a step-back. Without a gun you were ten times more cautious. Uncle Dean ran in, holding up a gun and aiming at at the Witch. Your Dad then ran in,making Uncle Dean confused as to who to shoot.

“No,” Your Dad pointed at himself “Brother” then you “Niece” then the Witch “Witch.”

Uncle Dean nodded, cocking the gun and frowning at her. She laughed “You really think that’d going to work on me?”
Uncle Dean tilted his head, smirking as he held up a post-it-note which read Witch-killing bullets.

Her face dropped.

A gun shot rang out.

She fell to the floor.

Waiting with your Dad at the bottom of the stairs, you looked up when Uncle Dean and Rowena climbed down. “Did it work?” Dad asked, leaning forward expectantly. 
“Who’s this hippie?” Uncle Dean frowned. You gulped. Maybe Rowena hadn’t done the spell yet. Maybe it took a few minutes to start working. Maybe-
A laugh tore you from your thoughts and Uncle Dean grinned, “Your faces.” He chuckled, ruffling your hair.
“Not funny.”

Uncle Dean’s face then frowned and he took your hand in his “Sorry for shooting you, kid, Good thing you’ve got quick reactions.”
“Yeah, no thanks to you you twat.” You smirked, tugging your hand away from his.
Dad frowned, tilting his head at your wound “Come on, let’s fine a bandage.” He declared, heading out of the house.

It had been a few days since you’d told your Dad and Uncle the truth…as much as you could bare to say. You were currently sat at the Motel, your Dad was typing away on his laptop, no doubt looking into some lore for the case they were working.
Uncle Dean had gone to "have a drink”, but you weren’t stupid. He’d be gone all night no doubt. Ever since that conversation, you’d become a little more quiet with them outside of hunts. Maybe it was embarrassment, you never wanted to tell him in the first place, maybe guilt that you hadn’t told him or maybe you’d just been thinking too much.

Despite your distance, your Dad was now more determined than ever to stay close to you. You’d never been a talker and had always kept most things bottled up so to tell someone a story you kept to yourself and considered very personal was a huge step for you.

You thought back to the conversation, the confused face your Dad had given you…

“Your daughter” You’d said, knowing full well it’d do nothing but increase his curiosity.
“Wh-what?” Your Dad’s eyebrows knitted together, his eyes focused intently on yours.
“You had two daughters.” You managed, your voice quivering.

“How…?” Your Dad was now much more hesitant to ask you anything.

Your lips trembled “Max was…” You could hardly breath.

…"Hey, Y/N, could you pass me the charger?”
You broke out of your daze, unaware of how long you’d been sat there, staring at nothing. Nodding, you handed your Dad his charger, still not saying a word.
“You okay, bug?” He tilted his head, you saw him do so out of the corner of your eye.
Again, you nodded. But he wouldn’t take a nod for an answer. Sighing, he got up from the chair and sat down next to you on the bed. You felt a dip in the bed, but still didn’t look up.

“It’s okay if you’re not.” He softly spoke, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands hanging in between.
You nodded again, lost for the correct words to say. “I know you’ve got a lot going on, Y/N…”
The way he spoke made it sound like he had more to say, but didn’t want it to come out wrong. You nodded, making him sigh again “Y/N…”.

“I’m okay.” You tried to reassure him. 
“You sure?”
Back to nodding, you hummed a “Yeah.”

Defeated, he stood up, planting a kiss on your forehead and sitting back down at his computer. You hadn’t had a chance to think about Max until after the hunt…You went back into your daydream…

“You had a twin.” Your Dad said the words for you. You nodded “She was my best friend, my only family when Mum died. She was all I had…” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at anyone.

“What happened to her?” Your Dad asked, only his tone of voice was different this time. It was as though the question was optional, he understood you didn’t want to talk about it.

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. You couldn’t bare to think about it, her bloodshot eyes and pale complexion, her cold hands and lifeless body…If only they knew… You took in a deep breath “It doesn’t matter. She’s dead.”

…You hadn’t noticed until your Dad moved back down next to you that you were crying. It was silent, tears lightly trickling down your face, your eyes blinking a lot. This time he sat much closer and didn’t say a word, enveloping you into a hug, his head resting on yours and his arms holding you close.
“Hey, come on. It’s okay. It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He cooed, rubbing your back gently with one of his hands, the other held your head.
You sobbed, finally giving in to his embrace. He stayed there, holding you and keeping you close to him, you clung on to him as though your life would fade away if you loosened your grip at all.

You’d managed to convince yourself that you were okay, you’d be able to wake up every morning and smile without waiting for your sister to come and have breakfast with you. You could walk to school with two headphones in listening purely to the song rather than only having one in with your main focus on her as she rambled on and on about nothing. You could fall asleep on time instead of texting your twin who was only a few feet away in the other room, so close you could hear each others giggles. You could walk the dog without sharing the lead or cross the road only looking out for yourself. You could hug your Mum without Max laughing and joining in the embrace: “Room for one more?”.

You couldn’t.

Part 12

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A/N: Aye I wrote a thing, sorry for the angst uwu. Also sorry for the unanswered questions… I love you guys, thanks for staying amazing x
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‘ good mythical morning ’ sentence starters ━━━━

❛  i have been repeatedly spooned by this man.  ❜
❛  what i discovered is that i bleed…  &  then i heal.  ❜
❛  he had a dream vomit.  ❜
❛  i am a modest princess.  ❜
❛  whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat  !!  ❜
❛  bikers wanna do more than kiss.  ❜
❛  hey…  hey girl…  hey.  hey girl…  i like your boots.  ❜
❛  laughter is like farting out of your mouth.  ❜
❛  i sleep with reckless abandon  !!  ❜
❛  just call me sugar daddy.  ❜
❛  soft tacos are wannabe burritos.  ❜
❛  i’m gonna be a rapper,  i’m gonna call myself ritz cracker  !!  ❜
❛  it’s made from the muffin tops of men.  ❜
❛  my cheeks are sweating…  all four of them.  ❜
❛  the fastest way to a woman’s heart is through a worm’s anus.  ❜
❛  dare me to eat the anus  ??  ❜
❛  i could,  at any point,  share something inappropriate.  that’s part of who i am  &  i embrace it  &  constantly battle with it.  ❜
❛  embrace the taste.  ❜
❛  when in doubt,  whip chocolate out.  ❜
❛  question:  how do you eat a fart  ??  ❜
❛  when in doubt,  choose humping.  ❜
❛  everybody wins a goat.  it’s like oprah,  except it’s goats.  ❜
❛  cheese pizza is for kids  &  sad people.  ❜
❛  do you wake up with melted booty dents  ??  ❜
❛  you gotta cross a few lines to get to the circle.  ❜
❛  uneven sideburns are off fleek.  ❜
❛  paint me like your french fries,  jack.  ❜
❛  elbow points are a sign of intelligence.  ❜
❛  you show you mine,  i’ll show you yours.  ❜
❛  these have been boiled for safety.  ❜
❛  i was an anxious child.  i felt safest on the couch.  ❜
❛  you heard of that band  ‘ vomit launch ’  ??  i heard they’re coming into town in a few minutes.  ❜
❛  we’re eating the stars.  everything is stars  &  that makes everything okay.  ❜
❛  we are living in an instant world  &  i am an instant girl.  ❜
❛  let’s talk about that  !!  ❜
❛  i don’t want to  ‘ lady  &  the tramp ’  with you  !!  ❜
❛  now don’t go with too much gusto or you’ll pop through.  ❜
❛  you can do it,  serpent king  !! 
❛  volcano boarding is real.  ❜
❛  nachos are for sharing.  ❜
❛  what the–  what the crap  ?!  ❜
❛  which type of poop do you want to make  ??  ❜
❛  are you harboring a bad relationship under your left butt-cheek  ??  ❜
❛  she’s not gonna go to pittsburgh with me to open the put-put palace with me.  ❜
❛  bubbles are the answer.  ❜
❛  today we master the art of the contour.  ❜
❛  this is like the first thing people see see when they arrive in hell.  ❜
❛  i want you to glow,  man.  i want to be the glow boys.  ❜
❛  i could be a bird.  that’s what i’ve learned.  ❜
❛  when it comes to turkey,  i am a breast man.  but when it comes to humans,  i am a wing-man.  ❜
❛  me  &  my sports bra dance amongst the windmills.  ❜
❛  there’s no real crotch under here.  ❜
❛  i think they’re just making sarcastic remarks directly into each other’s mouths.  ❜
❛  there are moments when you really frighten me  &  i question why you’re my best friend.  ❜
❛  answer the question  !!  what color are your nipples !?!
❛  i’m on top of you  !!  ha-ha !!  i’ve got you right where i want you  &  that’s under me  !!
❛  my rectum is so tight.  ❜
❛  i’ll be caressing your dinosaur fossil on a regular basis,  if you’re okay with that.  ❜
❛  a cookie solves a world of problems.  ❜
❛  this has got to stop.  this,  us eating  &  drinking gross stuff,  has got to stop.  ❜
❛  you’re the mouth king  !!  you’re the mouth king  &  nobody knew it until today.  ❜
❛  you need me  &  i need you.  we need each other at certain points in our lives, that aren’t the same times.  ❜
❛  when you serene really hard you start chillin’.  ❜
❛  let’s touch our sword tips.  ❜
❛  everybody’s got a butthole,  but i got two.  ❜
❛  go to bed.  don’t pee on your ritz crackers.  ❜
❛  the sun is always shining on a unicow that’s milking itself.  ❜
❛  i’m always thinking about women in corsets  &  i’m always thinking about getting my piercings snagged.  ❜
❛  before i apply my face,  i like to mist myself with a light film of my signature scent,  febreze.  ❜
❛  i always say nothing livens up a party than a pair of chaps.  ❜
❛  ever pooped out an engagement ring  ??  ❜
❛  there are also professional butt slappers.  ❜
❛  lotta foreskin going around these days.  ❜
❛  i don’t know if you can feel how hard i’m breathing,  but that’s the sound of winning.  ❜
❛  hey,  i’m a bird of paradise.  ❜
❛  i might say stupid things,  but at least i know they were stupid.  ❜
❛  you began to thrust your pelvis out to meet the bat.  ❜
❛  you seem to be getting a little too much of a thrill out of beating the crap out of me.  ❜
❛  there’s nothing like the feeling that your balls are impervious.  ❜
❛  i’d like to see the root of that sternum.  ❜
❛  he must look  &  feel amazing.  ❜
❛  oh gosh,  i can’t look away.  ❜
❛  you’ve never worn panties before,  huh  ??  ❜
❛  kids,  this is how you make a baby…  first,  you get a belly bongo.  ❜
❛  i think it’s gonna become clear as i take my clothes off what i am.  ❜

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NejiTen & Hiashi hires Tenten to teach Hanabi a few of her weapons skills and ends up low-key shipping NejiTen after seeing they can't stop flirting with each other

I apologise for the delay but better late then never right? Hope you like it 👌🏼

“Hiashi-sama, this is Tenten, my teammate, the woman I told you about.” Neji bowed, Tenten copying him.

“Nice to meet you Hyuuga-sama,” Tenten politely said as she straightened up to her full height.

Hiashi only nodded at her and proceeded to introduce his daughter Hanabi and explain his wish for her to learn a few tricks from Tenten, having heard of her skills from Neji.

“Right, of course,” Tenten smiled at the younger girl as she was lead to the Hyuuga’s private training grounds where Hiashi sat far away, observing Hanabi’s training.

Neji sat beneath the shade on the other side and watched as his teammate demonstrated flawless skills that left Hanabi in awe.

Neji smirked as he caught Tenten’s eye and she winked at him, knowing she was every bit as amazing as she seemed.

The weapon mistress spent long minutes teaching Hanabi how to aim backwards, how to aim while rotating, and of course, sent a few kunai Neji’s way just to keep him on his toes and a bunch of different things before ordering a break.

Neji handed both of them water bottles, choosing not to comment on being turned to a target as Tenten sat next to him.

“Who would’ve thought you were such a show off,” he told her, smirking slightly as he eyed the senbons sticking out of the tree next to his head in a shape that looked suspiciously like him.

He received an elbow to the side but that only made him more amused. “Coming from you.”

“I’m not the one hitting dead centre target at all angels to impress a fifteen-year-old.” Neji shrugged and watched as Tenten huffed and blushed a little before adding, “or drawing me using senbons, nice art.”

“Okay, fine, maybe I was showing off. But just a bit!” She said defensively but the small smile on Neji’s face is contagious and she couldn’t help but return it.

“I suppose you have the right to show off,” he said after a few moments of silence, “I doubt anyone in Konoha can rival you when it comes to weapons.”

The flush that blossomed on her face is lovely and she lets out a soft groan and pokes his side again, “what’s with you and handing out free compliments, dammit Neji.”

He laughed, freely, the way he did only around her and Naruto. “Are you blushing?”

Tenten immediately looked away, “shut up.”

She froze and the hairs on her back stood when she felt the hot puffs of his breath next to her ear as he softly breathed, “make me.”

Her head whipped around so fast, nearly knocking their faces together. But instead their noses brushed and they both belatedly realised the lack of distance between then. Undoubtedly another inch and they’d be caught in a lip lock.

Both gasped and fell back, Tenten’s face flaming and Neji’s turning a surprising shade of pink.

Hanabi looked up at them in confusion, having missed what happened. “Father, what are they doing?”

She looked up at Hiashi who only smirked and patted her on the head. Seeing Neji crushing on a girl is interesting enough in the first place, and to be caught flirting with her is rather surprising but Hiashi absolutely approved of this one as he watched the weapon mistress smack his nephew with a huff, her cheeks still rosy and Neji sighing in annoyance. Yeah, they definitely suited each other.

I Am You, You Are Me || Soulmate!Soonyoung || Oneshot

Originally posted by visual-17

GENRE: fluff, soulmate!au, non-famous, convenience stores, college kids

WORDS: 3413

BLURB: Are ugly sweaters a trend nowadays?

A/N: Obviously heavily inspired by Zico’s song of the same name. Have been wanting to finish this for FOREVER, and finally! It’s also my first gender-neutrel fic so please go easy on me. Hope you guys like :)

“Hyung! Could you get me some ramen from the convenience store?”

“Why can’t you get it yourself?”

Chan swivelled in his chair to face the older boy, pouting slightly. “I’m studying! And it’s cold outside. These finals are really important, you know this! What if I catch a cold out there?”

A loud sigh came from the couch where Soonyoung was laying on. “Then eat the ramen we have! Mingyu just went grocery shopping yesterday.”

“But I want my favourite…” The younger boy was petulant and Soonyoung found himself sighing again, sitting up to face his favourite dongsaeng. The kid looked exhausted – what he needed was sleep, not ramen – but one look at that pout and Soonyoung was slowly standing up, though not without a bit of groaning and feigned reluctance.

“You’re lucky I love you kid,” Soonyoung muttered, searching for a sweater and his keys. Chan’s lips quirked up into a grin. “Thanks hyung. You’re the best.”

“Yeah yeah.” Soonyoung wandered into his room and grabbed the first thing off the floor, pulling it over his head. When he walked out Chan was scrunching his nose at him.


“You’re wearing that?” the younger boy asked with disdain.

“What? It’s comfy!”

“It’s ugly.”

“It’s late. No one’s going to look at what I’m wearing.”


“Do you want your ramen or not?” Soonyoung threatened. Chan just shrugged, turning back to his work. “Do whatever you want hyung. I’m just saying you never know when you’ll bump into your soulmate and I doubt you want to be caught in that ugly sweater.”

Soonyoung just rolled his eyes and left the dorm. Instantly, a cold whip of air hit him. Ugly or not, he’d rather be warm in the thick sweater than freeze to death trying to make a good impression, soulmate be damned.

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His Human Mate - Part 3

Finally part 3!! So sorry that it took so long. So there is a short scene that describes torture, so if the triggers you, be careful.


You wake up alone and cold, locked in a cell. You’re dizzy, your head is throbbing, and everything has the hazy feeling of drugs.

“Did you get her, Soldier?”

“да, she is here”

You crawl forward, peering between the bars to the two people who are standing in the hall. “I have your next mission”

Bucky stiffens up immediately, “Ready to comply”

The HYDRA agent grins, “You are to guard Y/N Stark. Only I am allowed to touch her, understood?’

“Mission parameters understood”

“Good. Bring her to Lab 4, we have some questions for Ms. Stark”

You scream as another bolt of electricity tears through you. “I don’t know” you sob, “I don’t know anything!”

“You live with the most powerful people on earth, have observed them for months, you know their weaknesses, and I want you to tell them to me. What are the Avenger’s weaknesses?”

Bucky stands in the control room, constantly glancing at the door. You snarl baring your bloody teeth, “I don’t know anything! Even if I did, I would never tell you!”

Another shock rips through you, staling your breath, and making your muscles twitch uncontrollably. “I really hate to do this to you. I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N, but if you keep this up I will have to find more … creative … ways to get you to talk. How about a different question?” He crouches down so he’s eye level with you, “How do you kill the Asgardians?”

“I won’t tell you their weaknesses, why would I tell you how to kill them?”

HYDRA Baddie 1, as you’ve started to refer to him as, let out a chuckle, “I was hoping you’re say that! Soldier!!” Immediately Bucky stands up straighter, “Get me the tools.”

Your eyes widen as Bucky wheels out a table full of torture instruments. Straining against the metal cuffs, “I promise I don’t know anything!! I only met them a few days ago!”

“You are the only human in the tower, there is a reason you’re still alive, and I want to find out why. You’ll either tell me willingly, or I’ll find other ways to make you talk”

HYDRA Baddie leans down and grins, slashing his knife across your cheek. You’re exhausted and can already feel unconsciousness starting to creep up on you when you feel something brush against your mind. You lock eyes with Bucky, the only supernatural creature within range, but he only smirks an tilts his head toward the door.

Suddenly another mind brushes against yours, this one you recognize. Loki’s here, he’s in the compound, he’s come to rescue you.

I’m here, dove. Just a little longer

You look up at the HYDRA Baddie, “You’re gonna regret hurting me, you know”

He raises an eyebrow, “And why’s that? What are you gonna do?”

“She won’t have to do anything” Bucky’s growled before a gun fires. As soon as the HYDRA goon goes down, Bucky quickly gets the metal cuffs off you. “You’re alright, doll. Stevie contacted me, the Avengers are making their way here now.”

Your body pitches forward as soon as you’re unlocked from the chair, but Bucky quickly rights you, “How do you remember?”

Bucky chuckles, “Wanda did some of her long-distance magic, overriding HYDRA’s programing, it also makes me immune to the wipes. Stevie and I grew up together, so we can communicate over large-distances like most siblings can. That’s how I knew about the rescue”

He’s rambling, you can tell that he’s worried about you. Shit, you’re worried about yourself! You can feel your body going numb, vision hazy, and everything just kinda hurts.

The door to the lab bursts open and Bucky whips around, gun raised, but lowers it immediately when Tony and Loki are the ones who run in.


Loki slides down next to you, pressing gentle kisses all over your face, while Tony has JARVIS running scans. You bring your hand up, clutching at Loki’s robes, and burying your head in his chest, “Loki …”

“I am here, dove, right here” he whispers, rocking you gently.

“Didn’t think you’d come”

Loki lets out a low growl, “I shall always come for you, always, never doubt that”

You nod, and are vaguely aware of being picked up, “Stay awake, darling. You shall be healed. Anthony has already relayed your injuries to SHIELD”

You give Tony a breathy smile as you pass him, “’m tired. Gonna sleep”

Several voices quickly start shouting for you not to fall asleep, but the pull is too great, you can’t stay awake, so your body is quickly dragged into unconsciousness.

The first thing you notice when you wake up are the soft sheets that surround you, next is the annoying beeping of the heart monitor, and last was the hands that were encasing both of yours.

“Y/N?” Tony whispers

You must have moved or made a sound, but when you try to open your eyes it feels like they are glued shut.

Loki’s voice is soft when his fingers stroke your face, “Take your time, dove, don’t strain yourself”

With a soft grunt, you manage to peel your eyes open, “Water” you whisper.

Immediately a straw is against your lips and you take a few blissful sips of water, “Take it slow, I don’t want you to throw up, pup”

You pull away and offer both Loki and Tony a shaky smile. “Thanks.” You glance around the room, taking in the equipment that is surrounding you, “How long was I out?”

Loki sighs softly and sits on the edge of the bed, “You were asleep for 8 days, dove. Your body went into shock, you almost died. I – I gave you a transfusion of my blood, the healing properties were able to save you, however it sent your body into shock. A human is not equipped to handle the blood of a supernatural in large quantities.”

“Thank you, for coming to get me” you whisper.

Tony takes your hand and Loki pulls you into a tight hug, “Never doubt that we will come for you, my human. I will take on all of the armies in the Nine Realms for you.”

You let out a relieved sob, and cling to both of them. “I was so scared”

“I know you were, pup” Tony whispers, running his fingers through your hair. “Do you want to see the rest of the team? They’re on the communal floor”

You chuckle, “Yeah, I kinda wanna get out of this bed”

Tony’s eyes go comically wide, “J, did you record that?! It’s the only time Y/N will ever willingly leave her bed!!”

As soon at Loki wheels you up to the common room floor, you are rushed by the entire team. You quickly assure everyone that you are alright, and that there is no lasting damage. Bucky gives you a shy smile and a wave from behind everyone.

“It’s nice to see you again, Bucky. Glad to see that you’re finally home”

Bucky chuckles and reaches out to touch you, only to find himself pinned to the wall by Loki, “Don’t touch her” His growl reverberates throughout the room, causing everyone to take a step back.

“Loki! Put him down, he wasn’t going to hurt me!” You stumble out of the wheelchair that Tony had made you use, quickly wrapping your arms around his waist.

Loki whips around, tucking you underneath his chin, “I cannot have you here with all of these creatures, dove.”

“Take me to my rooms, we can watch movies, just the two of us” You whisper

Loki nods stiffly, “I cannot promise the safety of anyone who approaches Y/N” Loki spoke to the room, never taking his eyes off you, “I shall, hopefully, be more controlled tomorrow”

You glance over at the rest of the Avengers, “I’ll see you all tomorrow. By then he should be calm enough to let me be around other.”

Gently pushing you back into the wheelchair, Loki lets out one last growl before he heads to the elevator, “Come, my human. You need to rest”

You can’t help rolling your eyes at his protective behavior. The two of you had just started your courtship and he was already acting like this, you honestly couldn’t wait to see how much worse it will get. The Avengers are going to have an interesting year ahead of them.


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Part 4

Pitiful at Potions||Sirius Black (Part I)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 1448

Warnings: Swearing, slight sexual references

Note: This was requested by @bibliophile221b​. Normally, I’d include the full request, but since this is a series, I don’t want to spoil anything. Enjoy!

“Mr. Black,” Professor Slughorn’s patient, yet exasperated voice rang through the classroom, “I’m afraid that I am going to have to separate you away from Mr. Potter and the others.”

           “Well, sir,” Sirius Black responded, you weren’t looking, but you could practically see the taunting smirk on his face, “we were actually just discussing some very important potions business, weren’t we Peter?”

           “Oh, yes,” the Pettigrew boy jumped in, “Sirius here was asking us how he might go about brewing his own firewhiskey. Do you think you could help us, sir?”

           “That’s quite enough of that,” Slughorn interjected, “Mr. Black, take your books, please.” Sirius picked up his books passive aggressively, and rolled his eyes to his friends. “Please stand a minute while I figure out where to place you.”

           You gave a look irritation to your potions partner and close friend, Emily, another 5th year Hufflepuff.

           “Ah, yes, Miss Pritchard, would you please exchange seats with Mr. Black?” Slughorn motioned to Emily, as a look of utter disbelief and vexation overtook you. You were positively livid, not only was potions one of the hardest subjects for you, but you had to spend the rest of the year next to Sirius Black. You would have rather thrown yourself off of the Astronomy Tower. Sirius took his seat next to you, and you mistakenly made eye contact with him, giving him a look of utter displeasure.

           “Oh, c’mon, (Y/L/N),” he winked at you and you felt your blood boil, “I don’t bite.”

           “Whatever, Black,” you responded, “it would be ideal if we engaged in as little conversation as possible.” You turned away from him, and focused your eyes straight ahead, trying to ignore Sirius staring at you.

           “Whatever you say, princess.”

           “Now, class,” Slughorn began, “I’d like you all to open your books to page 270 and begin drafting a Drought of Peace. The pair of students who are able to perfectly create this potion will be exempt from next week’s exam. Remember to work together, and cooperate with your partners.”

           “Well, this is fitting, isn’t it,” you muttered to yourself, already aggrieved by having to even sit near Sirius Black, and now having to work with him on a potion.

           “Sorry,” Sirius tapped your shoulder, “what was that? I think I missed part of what you just said.”

           “Nothing.” You folded your arms, “I’ll make the potion, you can just sit tight and go to sleep, or something.”

           “Gladly.” Sirius put his head down next to his open ­­book.

           You opened your textbook to the instructed page and began to work, adding the powdered moonstone and the other ingredients, attempting to follow the instructions in the book perfectly. You were about to stir the cauldron once more when your potions partner cleared his throat, “you’re forgetting something,” he stated.

           “What? No, I’m not,” you retorted defensively.

           “Read over step 6.”

           “I did, I read over everything, now if you would let me concentrate, please? This potion requires accurate timing.” You went back to the cauldron.

           “Fine,” he put his head back down, “don’t add the Syrup of Hellebore.”

           “The, what…?” You scanned the page once more, and realized that he was right, you had nearly forgotten to add one of the most crucial ingredients. You added the Syrup, and tried to pretend as though it hadn’t happened.

           “You’re welcome,” Sirius said passively.

           “Thanks,” you muttered, resenting him for being correct.

           When you had finished every last step, you closed the book and set your cauldron aside, ready for Professor Slughorn to assess it.

           “Very good,” the teacher remarked as he looked inside your cauldron, “I’m impressed with your performance Miss (Y/L/N) and Mr. Black, I think perhaps pairing you two together was a very good idea. I haven’t seen a potion this exemplary from you, Miss (Y/L/N), keep it up.”

           You felt proud, but also a bit embarrassed that Slughorn had announced your ineptness at potions in front of Sirius.

           “If we’re exempt from this exam, I swear I’ll never attempt to interact with you again, (Y/N).” Sirius smiled at you, and ran his hand through his hair.

           “Well, for my sake, I hope that happens.” You wished for nothing more than to be able to miss a potions exam and never have to communicate with Black again.

           “Merlin’s beard,” you could hear Slughorn’s voice across the room, singing highest praise, “Miss Evans and Miss McKinnon, this potion is exceptional! Class, I think we have our winner today. Congratulations, ladies.”

           You buried your head in your hands and groaned. When class was dismissed shortly after, you hurried out of the potions room to express your discontent with Emily. A hand grabbed onto your upper arm, and forced you to come to a stop. You whipped around to find Sirius grinning at you, “what do you want?” You spat.

           “Oh, c’mon, (Y/N), a little courtesy would be nice, considering I just saved your ass.”

           “I’m sorry, Black, but all you did was point out one little mistake, I hardly doubt that merits any sort of goodwill from me to you. Good day.” You shook him off and walked away.

           “See you tomorrow, then!” Sirius shouted at you as you made your way down the hallway.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N),” Emily whined over breakfast in the Great Hall, “it’s only been a week with Black as your partner and you’re already doing so well at potions. Meanwhile, I’m stuck with Potter, who thinks that drawing penises during class is a good way to pass the time.”

           You snorted at the last bit, “There is nothing that Sirius Black could do that would make me harbor any inkling of compassion towards him.”

           “What’s he even done that’s so bad, (Y/N)?”

           “My god, Emily, are you kidding me? He bullies anyone and everyone that he can lay his hands on. You should see the kind of shit he pulls with Severus Snape.” You were astounded that your closest friend would even ask that question.

           “Okay, (Y/N), I understand,” Emily waved her hand, shutting down the conversation, “but you must admit, Severus Snape is a bit of a shithead.”

           A dark-haired boy slid in next to you, and you clenched your fist, hoping that Emily would get him away from you. “’Shithead,’ ey? You wouldn’t happen to be talking about me, now would you?”

           “I’m sorry, Sirius,” Emily began, taking visual cues from you and giving him a sorrowful look, “but we’re going to have to ask you to leave, we’re having a private conversation.”

           Sirius put his hands up in defense, “I completely understand, I wouldn’t want to intrude on your…discussion in any way,” he glanced at you, “I just came over to invite (Y/N) to come study with me and my friends this evening for the potions exam. You can come too, Pritchard, our buddy, Lupin, is excellent at potions.”

           “No thanks,” you answered before Emily had a chance to respond, “we’re busy.”

           Emily gave you a look of annoyance, “we are not busy, and we’d be happy to come study with you, Black.”

           His eyes lit up, and he slapped his hand playfully on the table, he turned to his group of friends, who were sitting at the Gryffindor table whispering amongst each other, and gave them a thumbs up, all three of them gave him thumbs up back, and James Potter whistled loudly. It all infuriated you, you were stunned that Emily would betray you as she had. You sat there in vengeful silence until Sirius was once again at his own table.

           “Emily, how could you?!”

           “(Y/N), I know how you feel about him, and the rest of his friends, but I, for one, really need the help in potions.”

           “Yeah, and James Potter is the cause of that. Did you not think that the person who’s going to be tutoring you is the reason why you’re failing in the first place?”

           “(Y/N),” Emily extended her hand across the table in an effort of peace-making, “I am sorry for putting you in this situation, but Lupin is really good at potions, and I need to pass this exam, so I am going tonight. Do you really want me, your best friend, going to the Gryffindor common room to spend time with four boys all alone?”

           “No, I guess not,” you gave in, “but this doesn’t mean that I forgive you, not in the least.”

           “I’ll take it, (Y/N)!” Emily gave you a toothy grin, “I’ll make it up to you at some point, okay? I’ll buy you a chocolate frog next time we go to Hogsmeade.”

           “Make it two,” you tried to stifle a smile, even though you questioned her decision, you were truly happy to have a friend like Emily.

           “Two chocolate frogs, then, my dear.”

TFC  Dance AU

So I sat down with @fox-number-ten and @t-basilton-g-p to watch some 1Million dance videos when we… kinda maybe made a TFC dance AU. (Some links may only work in a browser.) This got sooo long I’m so sorry. So without much further ado here it is:

The Foxes is a college dance crew at Palmetto State University. They’re competing in competitions all over the country.

  • Let’s start off with Neil. Neil is still a runaway this time he just really wants to dance. Neil is always moving and he uses dancing to get that energy out. Dancing was a way for little baby Neil to express himself and get lost in himself.
  • Neil learned dance from youtube videos and what he saw in movies, training when his mom wasn’t looking.
  • He’s a surprisingly good dancer in heels but to unlock this secret he has to be either Drunk™ or have Andrew in the audience.
  • Neils favorite is when he did My House (https://youtu.be/f79Vr-pCdow) and Wiggle (https://youtu.be/Q1Lo2bangnk) ((RIP Andrew))
  • He mostly dances alone but if you get him drunk enough you might be lucky enough to see his exclusive 7/11 choreo with Nicky, Allison, Renee and Dan. (https://youtu.be/dDnYHX7opnk)

  • Andrew dances. 
  • He’s absolutely amazing, and rumour has it he once beat Riko in a 1 on 1 dance off.
  • He never trains with the team and will only dance at competitions. If you see Andrew dancing outside of a competition RIP, he doesn’t even stop dancing to kill you he just shimmies out a knife and throws.
  • Somehow Andrew always dances really happy songs, back when he took his meds it fit his deposition really well, but after getting clean…Well, let’s just say it’s hilarious or terrifying depending on how you see it.
  • Personal favourites include Cant Stop The Feeling (https://youtu.be/0VmSTcPz_wo) and Uptown Funk (https://youtu.be/7uw9TAXJTIc) with Kevin.
  • Andrew takes an interest to Neil and they start training together. Later on when they get together their favorite thing to do at parties is whipping out choreo for Love Never Felt So Good and make everything everyone in the near vicinity doubt everything they ever thought they knew. (https://youtu.be/J5xLYEusTz8)
  • It’s one of the only things that can make Andrew really smile and Neil adores it. It’s Hilarious every time and the first time they did it Nicky literally fainted.

  • Aaron twerks.
  • There is no other way to put it.
  • Aaron is a booty expert and he will physically ruin competition with his butt.
  • No one really knows how that happened, some suspect it was a girlfriend, others a crazy dare. But really, one should probably just not question it.
  • He mostly dances with all The Monsters in group numbers.
  • A classic Aaron dance is his choreo for Doctor Pepper (https://youtu.be/rbNaIJoGqXI)

  • Kevin can seamlessly attain almost any style. He’s a fast learner which made him a very valuable No. 2 for the Moriyamas.
  • He danced pairs with Riko growing up and now mostly does singles or groups with The Monsters.
  • Kevins favorites after he started dancing with The Foxes are his choreo for Stressed Out (https://youtu.be/iLNbtXjOGEA) and Gangsta (https://youtu.be/Po6hxP5oVpQ)

  • Nicky doesn’t really have a thing. He’s mostly dancing because he loves it.
  • He dances in The Monsters group numbers and with the girls later on but can be convinced to do solos.
  • His own personal favorite is choreo for Sugar that Kevin made for him (https://youtu.be/96Xd1lzbfLk) and Side to Side (https://youtu.be/bsz_Ew3ISCU) with Neil.
  • (These are coincidentally also Erik’s favorites.)

  • The Monsters is a subdivision of The Foxes consisting of Andrew, Aaron, Kevin and Nicky (and later Neil). The Monsters mostly do group numbers together.
  • The Monsters biggest hit is the time they did Smooth Criminal (https://youtu.be/HqZ0ruLVHPw)
  • Now I’m not saying they get back together for the Andreil wedding and do Runaway Baby but yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. (https://youtu.be/o22lOnMY2wM)
  • They really only did it for the pun.

  • Allison grew up taking modern dance classes because of her parents. 
  • She dabbled in hip hop in high school, mostly to annoy her parents, and fell in love with the more fast paced aspect of it.
  • For Allison to do a dance it has to be fast, it has to be energetic and it has to be sexy.
  • Allisons personal favorites are her choreo for Girls Like (https://youtu.be/5Gjtt50p4yM) and Overprotected (https://youtu.be/5trbh40_gwI)

  • Renee learned to dance on the street. She can break dance like nobody’s business but only brings it out at parties.
  • She did ballet when trying to reshape herself and developed a style relying heavily on grace and smooth movement.
  • The combination of ballet, street fighting and break dancing has made Renee virtually unstoppable. Do not try to fight Renee.
  • Overheard on campus: “I heard that Renee has an 8 pack, that Renee is fucking ripped.”
  • Renees personal favorites are when she did Never Be Like You (https://youtu.be/piMsKcY0Auo), Gold (https://youtu.be/xrO3ae1U5O8), and Say My Name (https://youtu.be/-g6rw_HqO4U)

  • Dan has taken dancing lessons her whole life.
  • She can do a variety of different styles and loves to spin things her own way.
  • Her background as a stripper helps a lot with her movements and she’s very grateful for it.
  • She’s the captain of The Foxes and fought her way to the top with all the talent she has. One determined look from Dan could probably kill a man.
  • Dan does a lot of pair dancing with Matt and they are a Perfect Fit™
  • Personal favourites include Diva (https://youtu.be/RjNNYjBaPnk) and Upgrade (https://youtu.be/KFX4MHbtyhk)

  • All the girls of course have choreo for Worth It and honestly, saying ‘the girls’ might even be a misunderstanding because more often than not this includes both Nicky and Neil. (https://youtu.be/zUDXj8REpAI)

  • When The Foxes all combine it gets wild.
  • All the different personalities combines weirdly works and they should never be underestimated based on petty disagreements outside of dance.
  • The Foxes greatest hits are Happy (https://youtu.be/yEeha8ym9eg) and Hood Go Crazy (https://youtu.be/2yOSPeiPaR4)

Bonus Ravens:

  • Riko grew up with personal dance tutors at Evermore Dance Studio and has won many a competition all over the world.
  • Caste Evermore has a YouTube channel and is world famous for their videos featuring Riko and The Ravens.
  • He grew up dancing with Kevin and in single numbers but has after Kevin moved on to doing group numbers with the Evermore crew The Ravens.
  • Riko and The Ravens biggest hits include Cold Water (https://youtu.be/BgEMi0qyJrU), R.I.C.O. (https://youtu.be/BuUuiyEcCdY) and Where Are Ü Now (https://youtu.be/K_s6U9LLfNg )
The T-Room

Co Author: BUDDY!!! WHO ELSE OTHER THAN MY BEST FRIEND AND AN AMAZING AUTHOR?!?! Buddy you’re amazing and thank you for everything without you this fic would’ve gone nowhere!!!!

Markiplier, Ethan, Tyler

Summary: Ethan is a hacker for a strict corporation. If you screw up, you’re sent to the infamous ’T-Room’. Everyone who goes in comes out different. Quiet, obedient. Changed. No one knows what happens in there…and today, Ethan makes a huge mistake. [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]

I love feedback! Critique is greatly appreciated! HOLY SHIT THIS IS LONG! 4825 WORDS!! LOOOOOONG FIC! Also Buddy is amazing and made this 1000% better. 

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Achluophobia: Saturday

Title: Achluophobia: Saturday, Part 2 of 4
Author: @piecesofscully
Rating: PG-13 - Strong R
Timeline: Mid-season 7
Notes: Again, thank you to @bohoartist for all of her beta and support while writing this.  She was crucial to me finishing this, and was a constant source of support. Also, ½ of the multimedia is because of her.  And thank you to my baeta @kateyes224 for all the love and making my writing is the best it can be. 

Friday, Part 1 


The atmosphere within the house is relaxed the next morning, with much of the activity confined to the kitchen as Claire mindlessly hums a tune while preparing breakfast for everyone.  Jack sips coffee at the table with Mulder and Scully, while the smell of bacon frying on the stove sends their stomachs into a growling frenzy.

“Can I help with anything?” Scully asks.  

Claire waves her hand and shakes her head.  “No, thank you.  Breakfast is the least I can offer you.  Sit and drink that coffee.”  

“How’d you two sleep?”  Jack asks, his voice cloaked in nonchalance, but his eyes flick back and forth between the two agents desperately asking the loaded question he’s too afraid to speak out loud, did you experience anything?    

At the mere mention of sleep, Scully struggles to stifle a yawn and her recollection of last night with the back of her hand.  

Jack chuckles.  “That well, huh?  I know that mattress is a little lumpy.”

“No,” Scully answers quickly.  “No, it was fine, thank you.”

He rests his elbows on the table, leaning towards her.  Slivers of reluctant hope glimmer around the edges of his voice when he finally verbalizes, “Something else then?”

Mulder nudges a fresh cup of coffee in Scully’s direction, who takes it with a small smile of appreciation.  “Just new surroundings,” he offers.  

Concealed beneath the table, Scully brushes her knee against Mulder’s, a silent thank you for stepping in and ending a conversation she wasn’t in the frame of mind to have.  “Not working today, Jack?”  she asks, changing the subject.

“Took the weekend off,” he says turning to flash a smile in the direction of his wife.  She turns as if on cue, and winks at her husband.  “I’m planning to spend it with my family, and you fine people.”

Mulder downs the remaining coffee from his mug as Claire shuffles to the cupboard and begins pulling down plates.

“Breakfast is almost ready,” Claire says as she crosses to place the dishes on the table.  “Just waiting on the biscuits.”

“Would you mind if I went and introduced myself to Joey before we eat?” Mulder asks.

“Of course not,” Claire responds.  “Go on up, he’s in his room playing.  It’s the last door on the right.”

Mulder flashes Scully a smile before exiting the kitchen.

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Stranger at the Window

AN: A little Sherlolly uni!lock meet cute.

It was the last night of finals before graduation. And two weeks from Monday, Molly would begin her residency at St Bart’s. She wasn’t particularly worried about not passing; she was top of all her classes and a bad grade on a final exam would hardly make a difference. But she was a studious woman and she refused to do anything less than her best.

Which is why she was poring over three years’ worth of notes on a Friday night, alone in her flat. All her peers and friends were out celebrating and would no doubt be hungover the following day. 

She was in the middle of marking a rather important finding when there was a thump outside her window, followed by a muffled shout.

Molly’s head whipped up and her heart jumped into her throat.

‘John!’ A man’s voice whispered loudly. ‘Damn it, John!’

Drunks. Molly groused. 

Her heart slowing, she dropped her pen and stood, making her way over to the window. She grabbed the top of the frame and was about to slam it shut when she happened to look down and saw a pair of hands gripping onto the ledge. 

Two very real hands attached to the very real body of a curly-haired man. Who happened to be dangling right outside her window, three floors up.

With a stifled shriek, she jumped and smacked the back of her head against the bottom of the open window. 

‘Ow ow ow ow!’ She grimaced and rubbed her head.

The man looked up in surprise. ‘Ah. Hello.’

Molly was caught off-guard by his piercing blue eyes… or were they hazel? And for a burglar, he was rather overdressed in that expensive-looking coat. His curly hair was thick and lush, begging to be touched, and a girl could cut herself on those cheekbones!

‘Might I ask for some assistance?’ His dry tone belied his amusement. 

Molly flushed dark red at being caught admiring the would-be burglar. ‘O-oh, erm…’ She bit her lip. On one hand, she should help this man before he fell to his death… or severe injury. On the other hand, she was a young woman alone with a strange man-burglar hanging from her window ledge.

‘I am not a burglar,’ he said and grunted, his fingers starting to slip. ‘And I promise not to impugn your virtue, if you will just help me up!’

Deciding to deal with the potential consequences later (and with the can of pepper spray in her handbag on her bed), Molly grasped his forearms and tugged on the thick wool material. How her tiny frame could have been any assistance to him, she didn’t know, but eventually the upper half of his body made it past the windowsill. Molly gave one last mighty tug and he came tumbling inside right on top of her.

‘Oh!’ She exclaimed, suddenly finding herself beneath a very solid man, his face right over hers, their noses touching. 

‘Thank you for your assistance,’ he said, his breath brushing her mouth. 

‘Any time,’ Molly replied breathlessly. 

He smirked, an action that Molly had never found attractive on a man… until now. He got off her and stood, extending a hand down to her. ‘The name’s Sherlock Holmes.’

She struck down the ridiculous disappointment that welled up when he moved off her and accepted his hand, letting him pull her to her feet. ‘Molly… Molly Hooper.’

If it was possible, she blushed darker when he didn’t release her hand, but grinned widely and said, ‘I’m in your debt, Molly Hooper.’

‘Oh, no, I-I’m happy I could help, don’t worry about it,’ she stammered and pulled her hand back to tuck her hair behind her ear.  

‘Sherlock, you twit, where are you?’ A hushed, angry call came from outside. 

Sherlock rolled his eyes. ‘I’d best be off then. My keeper calls.’

Molly tried to keep the disappointment from her face as he walked around her toward the door. ‘Right, of course. Erm, be safe. And try not to hang from any more buildings. I don’t want to see you on my slab any time soon!’ She giggled, but then her eyes widened in horror as she realised what she had said. ‘Oh, sorry, no! I-I just, I’m a specialist registrar, or I will be once I pass my finals tomorrow morning, and bodies that come in, dead ones, they’ll need to be autopsied on the slab, obviously, a-and god, I’m just going to stop talking now.’ She winced and covered her face, wishing for the ground to just swallow her up whole. 

‘Coffee. Black, two sugars.’

Molly froze in surprise, then slowly lowered her hand. Sherlock was watching her intently, a slight smile on his face. ‘Sorry?’

‘It will be most efficient for you to bring coffee with you tomorrow, bypassing the need to meet in a public place and deal with the ambient noise of the average stupid masses while discussing intelligent topics.’

Utterly at sea, Molly asked the only question her jumbled thoughts could put together. ‘Erm, where then are we meeting?’

‘221B Baker Street. 4pm.’ He flipped up his collar and winked. ‘And obviously if you’re buying coffee, it’s only fair that I pay for dinner.’

With a flourish of his coat, he spun on his heel and disappeared, her front door opening and slamming shut.

‘Wait a minute! I don’t even know you!’ Molly sprinted after him. She threw open the door and rushed out into the hall, only to find it completely empty. 

With a frown, she went back inside and shut the door, leaning against it. 

A mad man hanging from her window had just asked her out on a… date? Yes, it was definitely a date, she decided. And she would be just as mad to accept it! She didn’t know him or anything about him, except that he was running about at all hours of the night hanging from window ledges.

She would be crazy to go out with him… Wouldn’t she?

Only one way to find out.

A slow smile spread across her face.

To Baker Street it is then

Without you

Originally posted by ssquadupdates

Hi! Firstly: I love your oneshots and imagines, this is my favourite blog on tumblr and thank you for giving me things to look forward to and 2. I was wondering if I may request a oneshot? If so, please could you do a digger harkness oneshot where the reader dies trying to protect him? I just need angst. Thank you and keep writing! X

For @jehantheflowerboy – I’m super sorry for the delay, please forgive me! I hope this has enough angst!

Captain Boomerang/Digger Harkness x Reader

Words: 2631

ANGST – Reader death

I promise that I tried really hard to do emotional things here but I’m not great at it!

“Well, your plan worked out so well.” Digger snarled from the window of the warehouse.
“Will you shut up?” You snapped and rushed to the window beside him. Careful not to leave yourself exposed, you peaked out of the window to access the situation while he stayed crouched beneath it.
They’d brought a squadron?

How cute.

The leader shouted through a megaphone for you both to give yourselves up peacefully, yeah like that would ever happen. You gnawed your lip, a nervous habit that Digger constantly mocked, you were sure that you’d lost The Law after your latest heist and after three days of laying low in the abandoned mannequin warehouse you’d dared to think that you were in the clear.
How wrong you were.
At least you’d gotten to spend the last few days drinking and eating with your partner in crime who also happened to be the biggest coward that you’d ever met when it came to the mannequins.

Seriously, he’d refused to sleep if any of them had been facing you both.

“What do you think?” Digger asked you, his face set in a sneer, “Shall we surrender, get ourselves some lovely little jail time, eh?” he let out a breathy scoff.
“Now Digger, where is the fun in that?” You smirked and leaned down to pat his shoulder.
He raised his eyebrows at you and when you moved your hand he mimed brushing off his shoulder so you flicked the side of his head.
Sneaking out another look at the literal Army awaiting you swallowed hard, your heart was pounding, spurred on by the pure adrenalin that coursed through your body.
“So wants the plan?” He mumbled and shuffled from under the window so that he could stand fully.
“First we need a visual, I’ll cover you.” You instructed and he readied one of his boomerangs equipped with a camera. You took a deep breath and leaned forward to smash the window with the butt of your gun and Digger rushed forward and threw the Boomerang with an efficient skill that always surprised you.
He dove back beside the window, his phone already out as he studied the footage before turning the phone to face you knowing that you were the brains of the operation when to strategy. You watched the footage, the squadron was big, bigger than you’d expected but you didn’t care to admit that to Digger.
At least you got some amusement from seeing the soldiers trying to shoot down the boomerang before it zipped back into the window and Digger caught it mid-air. Sometimes it was easy to forget how athletic he was beneath his layers of muggy clothes.

His hand clenched tightly around the boomerang, he held it ready for whatever you instructed and asked, “Well?”
“Well, it’s a complex plan but try to follow,” you started and he nodded enraptured in your explanation, “We bust out of here ‘Young Guns’ style, kill all those fuckers, go sell the jewels on, find the nearest bar and go get shitfaced. Got it?”
He gave you an unabashed grin and pulled his revolver from his inner jacket pocket, “Got it.”

With a grin and a cheeky wink to hide his panic, the pair of you set about moving the warehouse to suit your escape. You moved swiftly and it was good job too because the soldiers quickly grew bored of waiting the doors to the warehouse were blown open.
“They definitely wanted to come in.” Digger mumbled beside you and you nudged his arm with your elbow, now wasn’t the time for jokes, it was time to focus.

Do or die.                                                  

The squadron where highly trained, that was obvious just from watching them manoeuvre through your mannequin maze, they kept their ranks tight, posture  professional and weapons raised. They were out to kill but you weren’t in the mood to die, not today.

You took your time, scouting out their routes, watching their moves and when the time was right you went to work, Digger helped but he was much heavier and louder than you so he stuck to only taking out the hangers on at the back of the group.
Knives, you had found, were always messy but they were effective and most importantly they were silent and that was exactly what you needed right now. By the time you’d done one sly route of the room and with Digger’s help one the side lines, you counted two men left alive.

But they weren’t for long.

No longer worried around highlighting your presence, you shot them both dead in quick succession.
“That was cold.” Digger commented as you both turned to leave.
“Well someone had to take charge.” You teased as you pushed him playfully, not managing to move his large frame far.
Digger was turning, no doubt to slur out some bad joke, when you heard the click.


You couldn’t have miscounted.

You didn’t check to see if you were right, you just moved instinctively. Slamming your body into Digger’s you whipped out your gun and shot the solider twice.
But they’d already fired.

You landed on Digger and slumped heavily over him as you both crashed to the floor. He cursed and pushed you off harshly, surprised by the contact. You cursed as you fell back to the floor your hands instinctively finding your stomach but your eyes fixed on Digger’s coat which was saturated in blood.

Your blood.

His eyes followed yours to his jacket before running his gaze up your body to your stomach. You’d been hit, twice, and as you pressed your hands to the wounds blood seeped through your joined fingers and ran down your forearm to the floor.

In the time it had taken Digger to snap out of his shock and fall to his knees by your side, you already knew that you were a goner. One bullet wouldn’t have been so bad but even then where could he take you to save you? You were so far away from civilisation that the authorities felt save in sending in a squadron to kill you.

The thought that they’d partially succeeded made you feel sick but then, that could have been the bullets lodged in your abdomen.

Digger was stammering and sliding his hands beneath your body when your caught the lapels of his jacket with a bloody hand to stop him.
“Dig, that’s a waste of time.” You whispered, he didn’t remove his hands but moved them up so that he was holding your torso up to him.
You hissed in discomfort.
“Why did you do that? That was so stupid – why did you-” the words died on his tongue, his eyes welled as they desperately searched your face. You don’t know what he was hoping to see, maybe a sneaky smile to give away that this was all a sick practical joke?
No such luck.
“I don’t know. I just acted.” You mumbled and reached one hand up to his cheek, knowing that he wouldn’t care about the crimson that you were painting over his face, “If I thought about it I would have used you as a shield.”
He huffed a breath to try and sound amused but it was betrayed by the quiver in his voice, “As if you could, you know I’m too pretty for that.”
You smiled and focused Diggers face, his bright weeping eyes, the scruff of his cheek under your hand and the bruise under his eye where you’d accidently whacked him when fleeing from your last job.
“You look a lot prettier than I do right now.” You joked and he shook his head and in doing placed a kiss on the inside of your palm.
“I don’t know what to do.” He admitted after a few moments in silence.
“This is new to me too.” You tried to reassure him he when he adjusted you, you hissed out in pain. Fuck did it hurt.
But, slowly, you could feel the pain ebbing away, you were thankful for it but you knew what it meant and you couldn’t face that. Not yet, not without knowing that Digger would be okay.

“Y/N I’m so fucking sorry.” He mumbled and pushed his head down into the crook of your next, his beard scratched your neck but it was hard to find it anything other than reassuring. Your hand moved from his cheek and into his hair as you gently moved your fingers through it.
“Digger, you don’t have to stay, you don’t have to see this.” You mumbled into his ear. He pulled back so that his face hovered over yours, his eyes were hard and red.

“No, I’m going to be here, I’m going to help you be comfortable.” He whispered, you’d never heard his voice so soft and in the back of your mind you wondered if anyone would hear this tone slip from his lips again because it sounded like he’d created the melody solely for you.

True to his word, he made you as comfortable as he could, after some initial distress he moved you so that you were lay side by side with you wrapped in his oversized jacket when you’d complained of feeling cold. It helped some but you knew that there’d be no relief from the cold for you now, it was in your bones, it was in your soul and it meant that you didn’t have long left.

If Digger understood what it meant then he didn’t show it as he rambled about the time he’d robbed a bank single handed with just a spoon, you smiled and laughed when you needed too, you’d heard this story a million times and each time the utensil changed but the spark because his eyes was gone.
That mischievous glint in his personality had dulled when you’d landed on him bloodied and broken and it was all you could do to hope that it returned at some point after your parting.
You tucked the coat further around yourself and Digger’s face fell and instantly he snuggled closer in the hopes that his body heat would help you.
You were glad that you couldn’t see yourself, with how drained you felt you could imagine how pale, bloodied and purely ghastly you must look. A gruesome visage that you’d become to ward people from a life of crime.
God, how was it so cold?

“I bet you wish I’d just hurry up and leave.” You managed out through chattered teeth.
Digger barely suppressed a wince at the weakness of your voice, “Don’t say things like that. What’s your favourite animal?”
The laugh you gave came out hallow and breathy, “Changing the subject? Good call Harkness. Unicorn’s are my favourite if you must know.”
“You know they’re not real right?” He mocked and leaned down into your ear to let out a deep chuckle at your expense.
“You can’t tell a dying girl that Unicorns aren’t real, don’t you have a heart?” You mocked and your words hit him like the bullets had hit you.
His expression turned serious and he brought his hands to your face and held you softly, he was memorising you, you could see him trying to soak up every detail of your face. The way your nose crinkled when he stunk of beer, the smile you gave at him at his bad jokes and now for the first time he was seeing the path that cold tears made down your cheeks and fear in your eyes.

It was much easier for you to focus on the way he studied you than the darkened blood over his face, your blood. You almost retched, it was like just the sight was enough for your brain to know something wasn’t right but you couldn’t bring yourself to react properly, that was how you knew the time was close.

Still holding your face, Digger finally asked, “What do I do without you?”
You couldn’t stop the sob, did he realise that he was crying?

Your own hands found his face and you wiped away his tears with your thumbs, he was openly sobbing now and if you’d had the strength you would have joined him. He sobbed, his breath hitching as repeated, ‘I don’t know what to do’, over and over.
It was odd, seeing your hands lay still on his face when your body felt like you were shaking so hard that you were vibrating, even his body against yours gave you no comfort.

You held his face still and gave his nose a soft kiss, before kissing both of his closed eyes, and then you gave him your last smile, “Think what would Y/N do right now? And Digger promise me that you’ll find people that care about you, that you can care about. You are so much more than how you present yourself Digger.” You gave his lips a soft kiss, “I love you, remember that.”

You kissed him again softly and he pulled away, “I promise.” He whispered and finally opened his eyes to gaze into yours but they were closed. Your lips were already paling; you had gone before you could hear his promise.

He held your face to his chest to the longest time, sobbing and tangling his hands into your hair. He wailed and prayed and bargained with whoever would hear him but no miracle came and you remained cold.

“Please, please Y/N, I promise, I promise, tell me that you heard.” He whispered as he held you but silence was his only answer. He kissed the tip of your nose and each of your closed eyes like you had done for him before kissing your lips softly and laying you down to rest.

Turning away from you he ran his hand down his face and sobbed when he felt the dried blood on his face crack under the movement, the blood you had spilt saving him.

It was all his fault.


When the Suicide Squad where given the chance to collect their personal affects, after dressing, the first thing that Digger did was pull Pinky out of the trunk. Harley Quinn made her way over next to him and leaned over on her heels to sneak at peak at the doll.
“A unicorn? Aren’t ya a little old for a unicorn doll?” She asked as she rolled her baseball bat over the curve of her shoulder.
“Keep your nose out.” Digger snapped gruffly and slipped a beer can in his large pocket with his other hand.
Harley stomped a heeled foot, “Oh come on, is it ya girlfriends or something?”  She smacked her lips like she was chewing gum.
“Or something.” He snapped and with a pout Harley sauntered off to bother El Diablo about using his powers to impress girls.
Digger squeezed the soft material of the doll once, “Not these idiots but it’ll get this thing out my neck and keep looking.” He mumbled and hoped that somehow, you’d be able to hear him through Pinky, he wanted you to know that he’d keep his promise to keep looking for his place in the world, even though now that was without you.

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Yamamoto, Dino and Xanxus with a childhood S/O please~ p.s, this blog is THE BEST!! 🖒🖒

• Yamamoto tried to keep that whole mafia thing away from you as best as he could. But that wasn’t easy or possible. It was inevitable you’d be dragged into all those weird situations along with the other girls, so when they were forced to tell Kyoko and Haru about it all you learned too. None of them had expected any of you to be so accepting as you were, but you were. You didn’t care what it was he was doing, no matter how bad it all was, you cared about him and you’d help him in any way you could.
• Unlike the other two, there’s really no dramatic scene that ever really happened in your life that forced you two apart at any point. The worst of it was when you were all forced into that horrible future, and you got through it as a team.
• But because you’ve known Yamamoto, and as a result Tsuna too, since childhood you’re much closer to everyone else. You know Tsuna and the rest of the guardians well, because for the most part you did go to school with all of them. You’re really just part of the family, regardless of if you’re technically part of the Vongola or not. So though many things are still hidden from you, such as any classified information about rival mafia families and mission details, you have been aware of all those things happening since you were very young. You’re used to it. Used to the mafia life.
• As a result Yamamoto is usually more open to talking with you about it. If there’s anything he needs to say, to get off his chest cause it was a long mission and was pretty gruesome, he’ll tell you. Probably not all the gorey details but enough for you to get the emotions he’s feeling cause of it all. And because you’ve known him for so long you know how best to deal with it, how to make him feel better or at least let him forget about it for a while.
• You both just understand each other really well. It can take years to really understand a person, learn how to read their facial features and body language and know when they’re hurting or upset. So the two of you work really well together, because you got such a head start in that part of the relationship. He’s been with you for all the horrible things that happened in your childhood and vice versa. He loves you more than anything, and he’s so happy that you’ve stayed with him for so long despite everything that’s happened. He thought you would’ve left ages ago, but you love him too. He never thought he could be so lucky.

• Dino can’t believe you’ve stuck with him through all the shit that’s happened. He wasn’t always kindest to you, he thought. When he first started training with Reborn, he’d done his best to push you away. He had been scared, and that’s all there really was to it. He had been scared of joining the mafia, scared of the danger he’d be in, and all he’d wanted was to continue living his life like a normal person. He couldn’t get you wrapped up in all of it, he refused to. He hadn’t trusted in himself back then; hadn’t trusted that he’d be able to keep you safe from every possible bad thing that could happen. The mafia, after all, wasn’t a very welcoming place. It was full of bad things and dying and more politics than you’d think it ever should. He couldn’t do that to you, so he stopped talking to you, stopped seeing you, avoided you at all costs. It had killed him inside, but this was for the best. He couldn’t drag you into this world with him.
• But you knew him better than anyone. You wouldn’t let him go. You kept tracking him down and trying to get him to talk to you, to tell you what was going on. You told him that whatever it was, you would do your best to help him through it. And his heart had almost broken at those words. You cared about him so much. But he still couldn’t. He told you to go away, that he didn’t want to see you anymore. The look on your face when he stomped past you had been enough to kill him there and then.
• But you got caught up in it anyway. Kidnapped, even though he’d been keeping his distance. He didn’t know how they knew you were so important to him, but they did. He’d forgotten how to breath as he read the note. Took till his vision started to go black around the edges that he remembered how. He had almost panicked, but Reborn was still training him at the time. And he’d smacked him in the back of the head and brought him back to his senses. He had to get you back. Had to save you. He wouldn’t let anything happen to you.
• It had all been a trick. A test. He fucking hated Reborn sometimes. He’d orchestrated the whole thing to try and bring out the mafia boss in him, stop him from being the cowering, scared kid he was. When he realized it, when he finally got to you and you were completely fine, he’d almost had a heart attack. He dropped to his knees, feeling like the world was crashing down around him, and when you kneeled down in front of him and asked him if everything was okay he pulled you into his arms and buried his face in the crook of your neck.
• He had never pushed you away like that again. You were his. He couldn’t stand to be without you. He had realized that when he had found you alive and breathing at the end of the trail of corpses he’d left trying to get to you. Apparently those people he’d taken down in his quest to get to you had been real, hired thugs that had been meant to fight him with everything they had. Dino cared less than he felt he ought.
• You had been with him ever since. He’d wanted to move you into his house right after that incident, but you’d argued against it. You were both still in high school, and your parents wouldn’t allow it. The day of graduation, though, he went through with that. You’d lived in the mansion with him after that. He had told you all about what he was, what he was apart of. You had a right to know. He’d really contemplated keeping you in the dark about it, hiding it from you forever and keeping you innocent of it all. But he couldn’t.
• You had never abandoned him, never loved him any less than the day you’d met. Dino couldn’t believe it sometimes, as he lay in bed looking at your sleeping face. You’d stayed with him through it all. You had been with him since he was nothing but a dumb klutz, tripping over everything and knocking down an entire shelf of knick-knacks at Target.
• He sighed, leaning close to press a gentle kiss on your forehead. He had loved you since you were children. He would have never imagined everything turning out the way it did. He wished he could have given you a better life, a more peaceful and normal life, but there was nothing could be done about it now. He was just glad you were still here with him.

• Xanxus had known you ever since you were children. You’d been the daughter of one of the powerful mafia execs, close to his father. Well, the guy that was supposed to be his father. He had taken a liking to you ever since that time when he was 8 and you’d punched him right in the nose for trying to force a kiss on you. You were strong-willed and didn’t take any crap. Your stance on that punch had been a little off, though, so he taught you how to do it right.
• As you guys got older you stayed close. As close as someone can be to Xanxus. You kind of fought a bit during some of those awkward teenage years, but you never really fell apart. But Xanxus never really told you anything. And when he rebelled against his father, you had been left completely in the dark. He’d made sure you weren’t in the line of fire, arranging for you to be away when it happened without really telling you why. You tried to argue for him, keep him from getting locked away, but there was little you could do. And if you kept pushing, you’d only put a bad name on your family. So you went back to your normal life, without him. You continued your work for the mafia. You made a name for yourself. You were an excellent agent, though you tended to shoot first and ask questions later, probably a bad habit you picked up from him. But, in the mafia it didn’t matter so much.
• You weren’t told anything about anything. When Xanxus was released and became leader of the Varia, you didn’t know till a few months after. You hadn’t really ever stuck around long enough to hear the gossip or news, and you’d been busy enough yourself. It hurt though, that he hadn’t come to see you again or anything. You kept giving him the benefit of the doubt, and assumed that sooner or later he’d contact you. But he never really did. And you were pretty pissed.
• You marched into that stupid castle, used your family name to threaten whoever you ran into to take you to Xanxus or else, and if they tried to argue you just whipped your gun out and threatened with that. It’s not like any of the Varia were particularly scared of you or anything, of course, but it at least showed them not to mess with you.
• When you showed up, Xanxus didn’t react. All he did was tell whoever escorted you here to leave. The fact that he hadn’t seemed even the least bit happy to see you just made you angrier, and when he didn’t say anything you just started yelling. How dare he do what he did and not tell you? How dare he not trust you with that information? You would’ve helped him. And how dare he come back and not look for you? Didn’t he care about you at all? Weren’t you supposed to have meant something to him? He didn’t say a word through your tirade. You kind of petered out, words drifting off as the lump in your throat stopped you from speaking. You refused to cry. Fuck him, he wasn’t worth your tears. But it was hard. And his stupid silence wasn’t helping. He hadn’t even gotten out of his stupid chair.
• This wasn’t going anywhere, he didn’t care about you anymore. So you just turned around, discreetly rubbing your eyes before just saying “Fuck you, Xanxus” before moving to leave. But you didn’t get far. Two steps and he had grabbed you by the wrist and stopped you. You half turned to him, his face shadowed and looking as if he was having trouble finding the words he needed. He didn’t know what to say, so he decided to apologize the only way he really knew how. He pulled you to his chest and kissed you hard, tasting like wine, and dragged you to his bed.
• He never really gave you a reason for what he did. Didn’t apologize either. But you didn’t really find that you cared all that much. He never let you get away from him again, and though he still hasn’t said “I love you” he might as well have. You can see it in the way he treats you, the way he holds you in bed at night, in the way he never leaves on a long mission without saying goodbye first.
• He’s a little more caring towards you than a regular s/o, since you’ve grown up together and seen all the worst life has to offer. I mean, puberty can be a pretty horrible time of your life. He knows all about your past and your home life so he knows the things he shouldn’t bring up and he knows how to tell when you’re upset and hurting. He’s had so much time to get used to your emotions and how you express them, you’re one of the only people he can read so easily.