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Revenge on homophobic dad

So I came to visit my dad on Easter and I’ve never heard so many homophobic words in 6 fucking days. He went full on how gross and disgusting and all that homophobic bullshit and then - of course - he fetishised lesbians, because “they are nice to look at”. I got really pissed when he started to wonder if Church will let him change godfather for my brother, because the one he has Come out as gay couple weeks ago… I was like “what is wrong with you? I honestly want to know?!?!?”

I tried to use reasoning but it failed so now I’m in the middle of making my revenge in couple simple steps:

1. Go on yt and watch so many gay (les too but not two attractive models making out) videos ad you can so recommendation on yt will always show gays.
2. Go to his porn account (I just happened to know his login and password to everything so that’s not a problem) and also watch gay (this time male/male only) videos and like them, comment maybe so it will also jump on in recommendation.
3. Say you are gay. Bonus: Suggest having a gf and say that “those sleepovers you let me go to were total fun”
4. Trick him into watching gay movies(:
“Brokeback mountain” may not be a good to start with, because most people knows it’s gay. Better start with some less known movies) then watch him storm out the room when he reliased what he is watching.
5. Made him read gay ff - must be slowburn. I will tell him that I wrote it and he - as a good father and shit - should support my dreams and read this. Make him fully invested before he reliase it’s gay love story.
6. Find out how many celebrities he likes are gay. Watch movies with those people and when they appear on screen say “Did you know he/she is gay?”
7. Find out how many historical figures and his idols may be gay and destroy his image of them.
8. After this he will probably start to fight: “its not important that he is gay, because he did something and he is my Idol”. Make a face and make him understand what he just said.
9. If 8 happens give him a break because he starts to get it.
10. if 8 does not work just jump straight here and be as gay as possible. Mention things about pride during meals, show how much LGBT community suffered over the time, try to make him understand something (if he doesn’t plan vacation and place him in one room with gay uncle)

MAKE HIS HOMOPHOBIC LIFE A GAY HELL, BECAUSE HE DESERVES TO KNOW WHAT BIG ASSHOLE HE IS.
(I’m currently at point 2. Revenge Is on)

Study buddy (Smut)

I often imagine Sehun being the Flirt Master who can get any girl… 

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 5543 words

Warning: Rough sex, Public sex, Dirty-Dirty talk, Voyeurism

AU: College!AU


Study buddy

Four standard assumptions of perfectly competitive models – One. Economies of scale are… small relative… to the size of the… market. Two. Output… is homogenous. Three. Information… is… soft- and… fluffy. Four. I want to marry you… sweet, cuddly turtle-bunny-cushion. Something hits the elbow you’re leaning your head upon and you shoot up, slightly panicking. Shit. You had fallen asleep. It was only for a minute; you defend yourself in your mind. Nobody saw you, right?

You lift your hands to rub your eyes but stop yourself in the nick of time. You have almost forgotten that you are wearing black eyeliner and mascara. Thank God you remembered just in time – It would have been a catastrophe if you didn’t.

You look around, pinching your eyes a few times instead and examining the endless array of tables that is populated with college students and their college books, notebooks, markers and pencils. During the exam periods, it’s difficult to find a spot left empty. Outside the College library, there’s typically a line of students waiting to claim a seat, even at this unholy hour of nine pm.

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My Fake Boyfriend Part 6

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2350

Warnings: Angst, fuffly

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

Originally posted by itsmaleficentbitch

You woke up feeling different, you felt lighter and happier. It has been a long time since you last felt this way, you look at the clock and it’s 8 a.m. then you look at Bucky who is sleeping peacefully under you.

Something has changed since last night, you don’t know exactly what but it feels distinct. You stay in Bucky’s arms for a while longer; at this point you are used to cuddling up with him. However, you were never the one to initiate it… until now.

You softly trace your fingers on his jawline, making sure to not disturb him still. You kiss his forehead, getting up looking at him one last time.

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Blue Blooded (M)

Originally posted by saintminyoongi


Summary
: You’ve been happily married to Crown Prince Seokjin for months now. Or so it would appear to the public. What only you and the palace staff know your shameful secret: you never consummated your marriage.

Member: Jin

Word Count: 8.6k+

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

A/N: Requested by @forever-young-got7! Because Jin really is royalty, isn’t he?

Ever since that night you’ve keep asking yourself. What did you do wrong? Was it the way you looked? Something you said, something you didn’t say? Did he just… hate you?

If anyone had asked you prior to your marriage to Prince Seokjin, you would have never even entertained the notion of him hating anyone. The man just seemed too perfect, not only in looks, but in disposition as well, never one to lack poise, always composed. The few times you and your family had visited him prior to the wedding, he had been nothing but a gentleman.

And certainly it didn’t seem like he disliked you, in fact it seemed to be the opposite, even if there seemed to be some distance between the two of you but you attributed this to the fact that you had not known each other for very long, and had expected things to gradually change once you two had actually wed.

The warm expression on his face as you walked down the aisle gave you a hopeful outlook on what the rest of your marriage would be like. However, it all came crashing down later that night.

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Muse

Summary: In which you realize that perhaps all you needed to break your artistic block was the shy boy in the bomber jacket, who sought calm in the adventure and city lights.
Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Fluff with a touch of angst; Artist AU 
Word Count: 8,269

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Seven days before.

This is supposed to be your work of art, your masterpiece, your piece for the showcase; something you have worked tirelessly on for minutes, hours, days on end. It’s bright and colorful, glowing exactly where it needs to be, yet it’s—!

“Not right,” You say, dropping your arm uselessly to your side, paintbrush dangling from in between your fingertips. Your teeth come out to gently nip at your lower lip; the anger, the frustration not building up like you expected it to. Instead, you feel rather numb, because the showcase is in less than a week and you still have absolutely nothing of satisfaction to display proudly to classmates, professors, or wanderers.

Besides you, your roommate lets out a gentle sigh of sympathy. “Maybe you’re just tired,” He says quietly. “You’ve been working on this nonstop for two weeks, I think you just have to step away from it for a day. You’ll have a new perspective of it tomorrow, and I’m sure you’ll love it then.”

You whirl around to face him, wearing a rather disgruntled look. “I don’t have time to step away from this, Jimin, the showcase is in a week and I hate this painting.” You want to slash black paint across the canvas to prove a point, but the look Jimin is wearing stops you from doing such a thing. You’ve always been slightly too reckless for your own good, anyways.

Jimin shrugs a little. “I think it looks fantastic, Y/N, you push yourself too hard.”

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Tyler Joseph imagine- Anesthesia

You can still remember being eighteen years old and falling deeply in love with the sweet boy with the soft smile and crooked teeth. You remember literally bumping into him in the hallway one day at uni and you remember smiling because you recognized him, even if he didn’t recognize you.  You knew his name was Tyler and you knew you liked the sound of his laugh.  He didn’t apologize for nearly knocking you to the ground, but instead reciprocated your smile and replied with a gentle, “Hi.”  

Things hadn’t been the same since and the two of you had spent the past eight years head over heels in love.  That’s why it’s a bit strange when the doctor informs you that Tyler isn’t going to remember anything about you or the rest of his life for the next hour or so because of the anesthetic that they administered.

The reason that you both are at the hospital in the first place is because Tyler somehow neglected to mention that his side had been bothering him, until you literally found him on the kitchen floor, passed out with a spatula still in his hand.  

Thankfully he only had to get his appendix removed and he wasn’t too beat up from falling to the floor.  Still, you had shouted at him for a good ten minutes after he woke up.  You couldn’t believe how stupid he’d been and you continue to insist that he “should have told you” before hugging him tightly, despite the doctor’s orders to not disturb him.

It’s been several hours since, and you’re still sitting next to Tyler’s hospital bed, waiting for him to wake up. The nurses tell you that Tyler should be waking up any minute now, and when he does, you should make sure that he eats some food.

You’re so busy texting Josh an update on what’s going on, that you don’t even realize when Tyler wakes up. It’s not until you hear rustling and a heavy sigh that you’re startled.

Immediately you snap your head up and see Tyler trying feebly to pick up the water bottle he just dropped onto the floor. Without thinking about it, you reach over and grab Tyler by the wrist gently, stopping him. “Hi,” you say warmly.

Tyler turns to look at you then and you watch as he inhales sharply in surprise. You furrow your eyebrows at him, unsure why Tyler is giving you that look and you’re even further confused when Tyler breathes, “Wow.”

You blink at him, dropping his wrist. “What is it? Have I got something on my face?”

Tyler shakes his head really slowly and his expression is—of awe? It’s not a rare expression on Tyler’s face since he’s awed by even the simplest things, flowers, sunsets, birds on the lawn, but it’s very misplaced here in a hospital room after he’s just had surgery.

“No,” Tyler mumbles, eyes wide, he looks slightly crazed. You realize it must be the anesthetics making him loopy. “God, you’re so gorgeous.”

That startles a laugh out of you.  You cover your mouth with your hands in disbelief. “I’m what?”

“Gorgeous,” Tyler repeats very seriously.

You smile before you can help it and immediately start scrambling for your phone, turning the camera on and starting to record a video.  As if you’re going to let the world miss out on a hazy Tyler calling you gorgeous.

You’re then reminded of your current, instructed responsibilities and with your other hand, you pick a cracker up from the plastic plate that the nurses left behind. “Eat up, Ty.”

“I’ll do anything you want me to do,” Tyler replies with an earnest expression, taking the cracker from your hand.  You laugh again. “Just say the word.”

“That’s good to know, love, thank you,” you reply, patting Tyler’s free hand lightly before leaning back in your seat. “Are you feeling alright?”

Tyler doesn’t answer your question at first, too busy opening his mouth wide in attempt to fit the cracker in even though it’s completely unnecessary to open his mouth that wide. Then he turns to look at you again, cracker halfway to his mouth. “Who are you? What’s your name?”

You raise your eyebrows before remembering that Tyler doesn’t know who you are and most likely won’t for the next hour. “I’m Y/N,”you answer slowly, letting it sink in and watching as Tyler nods after a pause. “Now eat your cracker.”

“Okay,” he obliges before finally biting into the cracker. He makes a sour expression and you’re so glad that you thought to record this. After Tyler finishes chewing, he looks back at you. “Did the doctor send you?”

You shake your head, biting back a smile. “Not really, no.”

That seems to confuse Tyler who tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you the sexy doctor?”

Again you shake your head, this time unable to help a smile as you answer, “No,” before lightly patting Tyler’s hand again. “Come on Ty, you’ve got to eat.”

There’s a brief moment of silence before Tyler says, “But I’d rather eat you,” and you’re eyes widen before bursting out into a fit of laughter, nearly dropping your phone.

“You’re so horrible at pickup lines,” you say fondly once your laughter dies down.

Tyler pouts, muttering and grunting before blinking suddenly. “Still? Do we know each other? Really?  I know the most beautiful girl in the world?”

“I think ‘the most beautiful girl in the world’ might be exaggerating but yes, we know each other,” you confirm, once again patting Tyler’s hand as a reminder.

He seems to take the hint because he takes another small bite of the cracker before asking his next question of, “Can we go on a date?”

You sputter in disbelief because Tyler looks so incredibly earnest, eyes wide and lips parted hopefully. When you’re finally able to form a coherent sentence, you shake your head and replies, “No, I’m sorry, I’m afraid we can’t.”

“Oh,” Tyler breathes, frowning and then suddenly he’s taking your left hand is his own and staring at the ring on your fourth finger. “Are you married? That’s not fair. Why do the good ones always have to be married? You’re too gorgeous to be tied down.”

You stare down at your own ring and then briefly glance over, meeting Tyler’s eyes again. Ridiculously enough, you feel butterflies in your stomach when you nod. “Yes, I’m married,” you say quietly.

The look on Tyler’s face is incredibly sad as he sighs deeply and lets go of your hand. “They must be the luckiest person in the world.”

Deciding that you’ve let this go on long enough, you take a deep breath and lets out a watery chuckle as you mumble, “Not to sound full of myself but yeah, you kind of are.”

It takes a moment for the words to sink before Tyler gasps loudly and his mouth falls open. “I’m married to you? You’re kidding! No way! But you’re—you’re—there’s no way!” he exclaims in shock.

“I’m pretty positive,” you reply, still holding the camera as you pat his left hand where Tyler’s own ring is.  “Last I checked anyway.”

You’re dangerously close to a mixture of laughter and tears now as he watches Tyler do an incredulous double take. “Wow, I must really love you,” he says, his voice filled with awe. “That ring I got you is killer!”

Then Tyler proceeds to scrub a hand over his face and turn to face the ceiling. “How did I get so lucky? Is this real? Am I really married to the most perfect person in the world?” and then he turns to face you again. “How long? Do we have children?”

That makes you laugh again, despite how wet your eyes are because of course the first thing that comes to Tyler’s mind is kids. “It’s been a year and no, not yet but we’ve talked about it.”

Tyler’s voice grows dangerously high pitched as he replies, “Really?”

You nod before lightly pushing the cracker closer to Tyler’s mouth. “Eat first, ask later.”

That makes Tyler pout again and he shoves the entire thing in his mouth which you honestly should have expected from him.

Tyler seems to be genuinely surprised that they’re married and you find yourself thinking back to the first time Tyler told you that he wanted to marry you one day.

“Finished,” Tyler announces through a mouthful and you blink, remembering the situation at hand. “Can I see your face?”

“My face?” you repeat, curiously and Tyler nods, looking almost desperate.

Despite the odd request, you oblige and lean in and smile when you feel Tyler’s fingers tracing along your cheekbone. When his finger comes to trace your lips, he pauses and with an intrigued expression on his face, he asks, “Have we kissed?”

“Of course love, we’ve kissed,” you answer amusedly.

“Wow, I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” he breathes out before he smiles hopefully at you. “Will you kiss me now?”

“Maybe later,” you reply, taking Tyler’s hand in your own. “Is that alright?”

Tyler makes a face before he narrows his eyes. “Do you promise to kiss me later?”

“I promise,” you assure him, linking your pinkies together.  Tyler seems content enough by this.

Then suddenly, his eyes light up and he squeezes your hand. “Since we really are married, can I say something? It might sound a little crazy,” he whispers, as if it’s some sort of secret that only you can be trusted to keep. Maybe it is.

“Of course,” you assure him, lowering your voice level to match Tyler’s. “What is it?”

He takes a quick glance around, clearly making sure they’re alone before he gestures for you to lean in closer. You raise an eyebrow but do it nonetheless, turning your head so Tyler can whisper in your ear.

“Don’t tell anyone but… I think I love you,” Tyler confides quietly and you have to take a moment to collect yourself by leaning away and taking a deep breath before you turn back to face Tyler with wet eyes.

“I think it might be mutual,” you murmur.  You finally set your phone down so that you can take one of Tyler’s hands in both of his. “I’m fairly positive we’ve discussed it.”

That makes Tyler beam brightly but it fades quickly as his eyes start to droop. You press a quick kiss to his cheek right before his eyes completely flutter shut and the last thing Tyler does before he falls asleep is squeeze your hands.

Hours later, when you show Tyler the video, surely enough he enforces the promise of a kiss that you made. He also pokes fun at you for being so emotional and you allow it, because it’s true.

In the end of it all, you think back and realize that Tyler was wrong, because he wasn’t the luckiest person in the world—you were because you had Tyler.

I freaking love this world and you’ve been so cool about people writing stuff I couldn’t resist.
Let me just go ahead and preface this with I am not a writer (I’m a biologist as you’ll see below) so sorry in advance for amateur writing.
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If there is one thing a field biologist needs to know about it’s how to get Official Permission to do shit. That’s something people don’t realize about the job, just how goddamned much of it is convincing people to tolerate you doing things on their land that they neither understand nor care about.

Before you even start the paperwork to go into the field you’ll need contacts, people on the inside who can let you know whose permission you absolutely must have and what sort of deals you’ll have to make to get it. These aren’t tourist visas after all and it can take months to convince customs that you really do have the proper authorization to carry enough opioids to immobilize a dozen polar bears.

There’s permission to pass the border, separate permissions for all your gear and supplies to go with you. Still more authorization for where you will go and precisely what you plan on doing once you get there. 

And once you’ve got all the permissions and documentation needed to get in, you’ll need separate even more vital ones to get back out. Deals for you to go home, deals to get back the things you brought with you, and deals to keep everything you’ve gained.

So when you think about it what I’m planning is not all that different than what I’d be doing if I just stayed here and graduated. Except for a few items even most of the gear is the same, although I’ve lined my bags with steel mesh and the trail flagging I’ve packed hurts if you look at for too long.

None of this would have mattered of course if I had any intention to study Them, that would have been a one way ticket to crushing normality, but the Gentry do not live alone in that other place and even if it costs everything I’ll be damned if I miss the chance to study actual motherfucking dragons.

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Purple Jewels (M) 01

Word Count: 6,494
Member: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Smut, (Supernatural????) Eventual fluffyness & Slight angst

Genie!Jimin ⇢ Part One | Part Two | Ongoing

When you fall in love with Jungkook and he isn’t there to catch you, a sudden surprise shows up to give you a little bit of help.

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Secret Relationships (Thomas Jefferson x Hamilton!Reader)

Originally posted by alexander-hamiltunes

Prompt: “Oh my God, you love her!”

Summary: Being Alexander’s younger sister isn’t always the easiest thing in the world. When you have to hide the fact that you are dating his enemy, Thomas Jefferson, it becomes even harder. How will Alex react?

Warnings: Lying? Ummm, maybe some Out Of Characterness, but I hope not.

Time Period: Hamiltime

Words: 2230

A/N: Hey guys! I really am so sorry for not posting a story recently, but school as gotten to me. However, I have a couple of stories almost ready to post. (and sorry about the title, still trying to work on that.) More exciting news: I started this blog 3 weeks ago today and I almost have 300 followers!! You guys are the best thank you so much! I hope you enjoy the story, and please send in some requests, my inbox is empty. Have a wonderful day!

Being the younger sister of Alexander Hamilton was not the easiest thing in the world. While you loved your brother dearly, there were times that he could be a bit too stubborn. Most of the these situations happened during dreaded cabinet meetings, or “battles” as they had been renamed.

Usually, you would avoid going, but Alexander would beg and plead with you until you gave him. The reason you dreaded them so much was because of the talk. Most people there believed that because Alexander was your brother, you could apparently control how he behaved. Not true.

One particular day, you and Alexander were walking side by side to the meeting. You walked along in comfortable silence, so your mind drifted to the upcoming battle. Alexander was going up against a man named Thomas Jefferson. They would be debating over whether or not the government should accept Alex’s plans for the nation to assume state’s debts.

After arriving, you wished your brother good luck and went to find a seat. Looking around, you pulled the hat you had worn, further down. Maybe then people wouldn’t openly tell you how idiotic they thought your brother’s ideas were. Not long after you got settled, President Washing walked into the middle of the room followed by Alexander and Mr. Jefferson.

Everything happened so fast, you were unsure where to look. Mr. Jefferson claimed that each state should be responsible for their own debts. he also tried to insult Alex by saying his plan was too long to understand, but you just laughed because he had just insulted himself.

Unfortunately, Alexander came back with full force. You but your lip and kept your head down, praying Alexander wouldn’t say anything too rash. Your ears tuned back in to the conversation when you heard your brother shout,

“Bend over, I’ll show you where my shoe fits!”

Your head snapped up and your eyes went wide. All around you, everyone was going crazy, discussing who they sided with most. Ignoring all the talk, you rushed to your brother and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the crowd.

“What the hell was that, Alexander?” you cursed, not caring if anybody overhead her.

“What do you mean?” he asked rather confused. “Jefferson was out of line so I put him back in his place.” Alex tried to defend.

Before you could respond, President Washington walked behind your brother. You quickly curtsied out of respect and watch Alexander’s eyes go wide as he walked away with his commander.

“Serves him right.” you mumbled, smoothing down the wrinkles on your dress.

Glancing around the room, you saw Mr. Jefferson talking quietly with Mr. Madison. Sighing heavily, you began the journey towards their spot. Somebody had to apologize for Alexander’s actions.

“Mr. Jefferson.” you stated and both men turned to face you.

“Yes, may I help you, Miss…” he began, but trialed off when he realized he did not know your name.

“Hamilton. (y/n) Hamilton.” you introduced yourself, but hurried on once you saw the distain in Jefferson’s eyes grow. “I, um, I came here to apologize for my brother’s words. He was partially in the wrong, and we both know he is too stubborn to admit it.” you confessed.

“I agree.” Jefferson agreed bluntly, but added on to his statement after noticing your look of disbelief. “But I accept your apology and offer my apologizes, Miss. Hamilton” he told you.

“Thank you.”

‘How is it that we have not yet met, Miss. Hamilton?” Jefferson inquired. “I’m sure I would not forget a face as beautiful as yours.”

You blushed and look down at the floor. ‘Well, Mr. Jefferson, you have been off in France.” you pointed out.

“That is true, and please call me Thomas.” he insisted.

“Only if you call me (y/n).” you countered.

Neither of you were able to say another word because it was then that Alexander stormed over to you and puled you behind him, distancing you from Thomas.

“(y/n), what are you doing talking to the likes of him?” Alex spat.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Thomas beat you to it. “We were having a perfectly civil conversation until you came over here, Hamilton.”

Sensing another argument, you stepped between the two men, holding each of them back. “Both of you are grown men, so let us stop fighting like children. For goodness sake, you are both dignified members of government.” you chided.

Then, you turned to your brother and tried to reason with him. “Alexander, I do not need to be protected, I was simply apologizing to Thomas for your behavior. Now let’s-”

“Thomas?” your brother seethed, and you quickly pulled him outside to head back home.

“I’m so sorry against, Thomas. I hope to see you again soon.” you called over your shoulder, offering him a smile.

“Goodbye, (y/n).” you heard him respond, and the rest of the way home you had a blush on your cheeks as you ignored your still fuming brother.

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Safe

Part 2 for “I missed you” but can be read alone

Loki x Reader

Genre: Still angst but you and Loki don’t hate each other

Word Count: 1,392

Summary: The dark elves come to Asgard seeking the aethir. Loved ones suffer and you ignore your last encounter with Loki to give him a shoulder to cry on

AN: Well more or less at least 5 people liked the first one so here I go again. Also I had to make a part 2 bc I couldn’t leave hubby Loki alone in his cell. Hope you like it! Feedback is welcomeee


Part 1 “I missed you”

You were reading when your peace was interrupted by the far sound of people yelling and metal clashing. Looking out the large window of what used to be yours and Loki’s room, you saw Thor zoom pass towards where the dungeons were located.

You kept your mind busy to keep it away from Loki; reading, training, even tending to the gardens. Although, your mind seemed to pick activities that reminded you of him. Reading the books Loki used to recommend to you. Training with the same magic Loki and Frigga had taught you. And the gardens. All you could think of was the night he asked to take your hand in marriage, in the gardens, away from the people drinking and laughing inside.

You walked out of the large doors and into the hallway to see Odin and Frigga with the Midgardian girl who had come a few days prior, Jane, her name was. There were soldiers marching behind Odin while they talked and he soon dismissed both women.

Still very much confused, you speed-walked over to Frigga to hear her whisper to Lady Jane, “You must listen very carefully.” With her to reply with a short, “Yes, ma'am”

“My Queen!” You interrupted their conversation for both of them to turn towards you. “May I ask what the problem is? Why the soldiers?”

She hushed you and pulled you and Lady Jane over behind a pillar to continue whispering, “A mere riot in the dungeons. Nothing to worry about, although, precaution must be taken. Go back to your chambers, child. Lock your doors.” She said it calmly, though you could hear the worry in her voice making you assume it was more than just a mere riot.

She pulled Lady Jane away and looked back at you before you started to walk in the opposite direction, back to where your room was located. Your supposed to be short walk was stopped when you heard a large explosion noise and looked out of a nearby window to see Heimdall on top of the beams of the rainbow bridge and several ships flying passed.

Understanding that it is indeed more than just commotion in the dungeons, you started running back to your room to hear more loud explosions and metal clashing.

Before you got the the hallway where your room was located, you saw Thor come through a window and start to walk up to you.

“Where is Jane?” He seemed rushed which worried you further.

“She is with your mother.” Your brain started to scramble and ask several questions. “What’s going on?

"The dark elves, they’ve come seeking the aethir. I must find Jane.” Thor spoke quickly, turning around to walk in the direction of the main hall. “Let me come with you.” You quickly stepped beside him and he stopped to look at you before trying to push you back towards the rooms.

“It is dangerous, Y/N”

You rolled your eyes and continued to try and pry yourself out of his hold. “Thor, I want to help. I’ll be much safer with you and Frigga than I will be alone.” You reasoned and he let out a huff before turning around to walk quickly.

You both reached the main hall to see that Odin had slain the remaining dark elves that now laid scattered all over the throne room. “Thor, you must find Jane.” His powerful voice caught both yours and Thor’s attention and Thor replied with the same thing you had told him earlier causing more worry to etch onto his face.

You and Thor rushed to where you had seen Frigga walk with Odin following behind. You found a large door and opened it far enough to see a large dark elf plunge a sword through Frigga’s back.

“No!” Lightning struck the elf’s face before him and the other elf jumped off the nearby balcony. You were frozen. You didn’t understand what was happening. The next thing you knew, Odin was hugging Frigga’s limp body and you finally started to notice the tears streaming down yours, Thor’s and Odin’s faces.

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“Y/N!” Your running didn’t falter even after hearing Thor chasing you. You had to tell him. It had to be you. Who else would be there for him? Who else was going to allow him to let down his guard?

You saw two guards cross their spears before warping straight to the other side of the door. You felt yourself get dizzy but continued to move towards the cells. You started to slow down, thinking about what you would say to him but before you could think of how to explain why everyone’s eyes were blood shot, you saw a guard walk past you from where Loki’s cell was located.

No

You waited for him to pass before hearing a loud crash and you started to run again. And there he was.

His cell was scattered; All his furniture in pieces and books were torn and littering the floor, vases were broken causing pieces of glass to stick out all around, probably what caused him to clutch onto his foot where blood was slowly gushing out of. You wanted to hold him, to tell him it was okay. You needed to.

You turned the corner to see the guard who was waiting by his cell door. He stood up when he saw you but you interrupted him, “Let me in.” You said it demandingly. Almost threateningly, which is probably what caused him to raise defense and open his mouth to protest but you had cut him off again.

Please.” You had said softer, holding back the tears that had piled up behind your lids.

He sighed and called two other guards for precaution before allowing you inside. Immediately, Loki jerked his head towards you and your tears slowly fell upon seeing his own.

“What do you want?!” He half-spat, half-sobbed, still on one knee and clutching his foot. His brows were knitted together but also trying their best not to fall and slope sadly. “Tell me how beautiful and at peace she looked? When there is nothing beautiful about being stabbed?” He spoke harshly before looking away and sobbing.

You felt terrible. You knew how much she meant to him, you knew about their last encounter and you knew that he blames every cell in his body for what had happened. And although it seemed like he loathed you right now, you still loved him with your every being, so you walked closer to him and wrapped your arms around his crouching frame, sobbing just as much.

He put his free arm around the arm that came in front of his chest and leaned into you before breaking down blubbering multiple apologies for Gods know what.

I’m sorry.” He sobbed again before nuzzling his face into your body and sobbing some more.

“It’s okay, we’re okay. There’s nothing to apologize for, my love.” You stroked his hair and looked up to keep more tears from falling, trying to be the strong one. His breath steadied a bit before he leaned back to look at your nose, seemingly unable to look at your eyes.

“I have everything to apologize for.” He paused before closing his eyes tightly, a few tears escaping, and then looking back up at you. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for her… or you. I’m sorry I didn’t love either of you properly. I’m sorry.” He choked out a sob on the last word before hugging you again.

“There is no need to be sorry, Loki.” You closed your eyes too and kissed the top of his head, trying to calm his breathing again. “You were locked up, but you were always there” You pulled his face up before kissing him sweetly on his lips. “And as long as she and I were in your heart, then who’s to say your love was not proper?”

He opened his eyes and looked at you finally before kissing you again. It was slow but only because he was scared of losing you too, just as much as you were scared of losing him. You both held each other in your arms, never wanting to leave, because you know that’s where you don’t need to think about anything else. It’s a place where you’re both wanted and loved, safe. 


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How Is This Now About Me? (Tony Stark x reader)

Request: What about a Tony x reader where they were best friends in Iron Man 2 and she gets really pissed about the whole race car thing and is trying to figure out why he’s being so self-destructive, but at his birthday when he’s all drunk in the Ironman suit he gets rude and he finds out she has powers, maybe super-strength, when she gets into a fist fight with him before Rhodey intervenes. Then she’s there with him when he’s trying to figure everything else out and synthesis the new element? Thank you!

Tony Stark was many things, but most important to you over anything else, he was your idiot best friend who had suddenly decided that it was his greatest idea ever to go on a self-destructive fuck-it spree that now left you standing alone, watching him dive in even deeper.  The verbal berating that you had given him for the race car fiasco in Monaco seemed to have slowed the man down at first, but being here now, listening to him pee in his suit with a lopsided and inebriated smile on his face, you knew that your words had gone in one ear and out the other.  What you didn’t know was why he was so blatantly falling apart, and on such a public stage.

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Originally posted by izupdu

Dating Prince Sidon Headcannons

I have successfully played more than 30+ hours of Breath of the Wild. Let’s celebrate with the #1 fish boyfriend that has taken over my life ( Also going to start shortening my writing so I can get as much done as possible :> ). 

  • If you thought he was positive before, oh boy. Be prepared to be the target of his undying affection.
  • Calls you “darling”, “love”, or “my beloved”
  • Loves to tenderly kiss the top of your forehead or temple (he’s like 9'4 so that’s the lowest he’ll go)
  • Oh yeah PDA is a must. If you’re uncomfortable he’ll understand, but gets a little heartbroken if you refuse to hold his hand in public.
  • Surprise kisses. Imagine the jaws theme playing in the background.
  • Constant cheerleader ™ . Can instantly perk up your mood with his big shark toothed smile
  • Swimming, swimming, swimming dates (if you can’t, then he’ll gladly place you on his back or flat on his abdomen and float downstream with you, talking about laughing to make you smile) 
  • Bone crushing hugs galore
  • Tries to avoid giving you rough kisses. They always end in your neck being littered in bite marks. 
  • Say any pick up line or compliment and he will grow as red as the Blood Moon.
  • If you have to leave Zora’s domain for a long period of time, he’ll make sure you pack everything. But, he often takes packs more than everything needed for your trip. 
    • “Shock arrows, hylian carp, flint, wood…I should go fetch you the Lightscale trident-”
    • “Sidon!”
  • He will be saddened to see you leave, so you have to always reassure him that you’ll come back safety and are always thinking of him. (Once you return, the tail on his head wags excitedly and he drops everything to ask about your trip).
  • He prefers to hide the stress of his princely duties from you, keeping a strained smile. But you see past the “I’m fines ” and embrace him with the same power he hugs you with (or at least try). You take him on a walk along the East Lake Reservoir to get his mind off things. 
Are You Mine? *Part 1*

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Gif isn’t mine

Requested: Angst Request Please?, au where everyone see all in black and white until you see the eyes of your soulmate, reader see the colors when she see the eyes of Newt, but he can’t, she lies about the colors time pass and reader tells Tina “take care for him” and gellert hurts reader, she confess she loves newt and then dies. Years pass and Newt name his daughter like reader because reader Dreams about have scamander for last name. Sorry english is not my language. also Tina and Newt are soulmates! <3

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Thank you so much for the request! I was thinking of doing an angst fic but I wasn’t sure what to do, so this is a great request! I mean sad, but great lol

Warnings: Angst, angst angst angnsnsngnsnfddjffkdffjssjfdsj (im so sorry lmao)

Author: @xfandomqueenblrx (me)

Word count: 1,718

DO NOT post on other sites and claim as your work. 

Reblogs are fine.

Please leave feedback and ways I can improve my writing!! As they say, there’s always room to improve.

Now, enjoy!!

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The sounds of trains and people rushing around filled your ears, the usual black and white colors flooding your vision. You held your bag close to you to avoid any pick pocketers walking around. You walked to the closest bench by platform three and waited. 

Today was the day you were going to meet your new co-worker. You were a trained medical assistant and you were sent by the Ministry of Magic to assist a man by the name of Newt Scamander. Reports told you that he was a researcher of magical animals, and he needed your help in case he ever got hurt. You’d never been in a situation where you’ve had to help a magizoologist before, heck, you’ve never even met one, but you were excited to start a new adventure. 

“Miss, excuse me, are you Miss Y/n?”

You looked up to see the most beautiful green eyes you could see. Your eyes widened, and looking around you started to see colors you would have never imagined to exist. A large grin settled upon your face and you couldn’t help but squeal and stand up from your seat. 

Everything looked so beautiful.

You looked back at the man standing in front of you. He had a long blue coat on and he was holding a worn out suitcase in his right hand. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, but he had a soft smile on his face. Freckles dotted his nose and cheeks, giving him a cute appearance. He had reddish brown, curly hair tousled on top of his head. Oh good God, could it be?

This was your soulmate!

“Miss, are you alright? Is there something wrong?”

Now it was your turn to be confused. Could he not see the colors too? No, that couldn’t be possible… Right?

Your smile slowly started to fade. “Y-yes, I’m Y/n. What’s your name?” 

“Newt Scamander. I believe you must be assisting me on my trips.” He held out his hand for you to shake. You took it, immediately feeling a spark when your skin touched. Surprised, you jolted a little bit before slowly shaking his hand and letting go.

“I’m sorry if I seem a little jumpy, I-I… Do you not see it too?” You slowly looked up to his face once again to see a confused expression on his face. 

That proved your suspicions right, then. He couldn’t see the colors.

“See what? Did one of my animals escape again?” Newt quickly looked down and checked the lock on his suitcase. He saw that it was closed shut, but just to be sure he turned around, surveying the area. 

You took this time to look down again. Tears began to fill your eyes. This man was supposed to be the love of your life, your soulmate, and here he was - unable to see the same colors as you.


It’s been a year and a half since you’ve met Newt. As of now, you were helping him research animals for his new book. Sure, it was hard knowing that he couldn’t see the same as you when you were around, but there was that small sliver of hope that still remained in your brain. Maybe it would just take him time to realize that you were supposed to be his soulmate? After all, there’s no way you couldn’t be.

Right?

As of now, you were in Newt’s case, sitting at his desk and editing his book. It was coming along well. There was still much research to be done, and Newt still had to write about some other animals, but you really felt like the book was coming to a positive end. You just hoped that you could continue traveling with Newt once his book was finished. You cherished the friendship you had with him, even if he didn’t think of you as a lover.

Meanwhile, Newt was keeping the case on top of his lap. The both of you had decided that it’d be best to board a ship to New York for your next adventure, and now it was really happening. Newt recommended that you stay in the case to keep the animals calm, and also so that he wouldn’t have to pay for another ticket. Props of having a magical case people can fit in. 

Once the ship had arrived in New York, Newt walked off the boat and went through customs. There were many other things that had happened, but Newt had refused to tell you of the events. As of now, the both of you were stuck in an apartment with two sisters. One was named Tina, and the other was named Queenie. Tina seemed to be quite nice, and so was Queenie. Newt had pulled you out of the case to introduce you to the both of them, and you learned that Queenie was a legilimens and Tina worked at MACUSA. There was also another person there, a man named Jacob. Newt told you that Jacob was just someone he met, which sounded quite suspicious, since Newt wasn’t the one to go up to strangers and talk to them. To be honest, all of this seemed suspicious.

Not only had the two of you been thrown in a strange situation, but Newt had been acting quite weird since he pulled you out of the case. You were both sitting on the couch, waiting as the Goldstein sisters prepared something to eat. When you asked Newt questions, his answers would always come out clipped and short. Not to mention, when he had introduced you to that Tina girl, he had been fidgeting so much you thought something was wrong. However, Newt wouldn’t answer any of your questions, leaving you annoyed and tired.

Queenie called for Newt and you to come sit at the dinner table to eat. Jacob had already been sitting there, fork and knife in his hands, ready to eat the delectable food. Newt sat down next to Jacob, while you sat next to him at the head of the table. Tina sat in front of Newt, while Queenie sat in front of Jacob.

You all began to dig in, except for Newt and Tina, who had been staring at each other ever since they sat down.

“Are you guys ok?” you asked.

Newt didn’t break his gaze from Tina. “W-we… Tina, can you…?”

Tina smiled and shyly looked down before bringing her head back up again. 

“I think you’re my soulmate Newt.”

No. 

This can’t… That’s not what was supposed to happen! He was supposed to be mine… mine.

Tears started to cloud your vision. You immediately dropped the silverware you had been holding, your appetite completely gone. The chair you had been sitting on screeched as you pushed back and ran out of the apartment. 

This wasn’t what was supposed to happen.

You continued running out of the complex, tears streaming down your face. After all this time, he wasn’t even yours to begin with. All that time wasted, hoping that he’d realize he was yours and you were his. Thoughts of having a family together, dreams of being able to travel and grow old together, all gone down the drain. 

Numb.That was all you felt as you kept running out on the streets, not even knowing where you were going. You bumped into numerous people, yet you kept on running. Once you started to run out of breath, you slowed down and walked into an alleyway, leaning against a wall and sliding down it. You fisted your hair and cried. It felt like your heart was broken in a million pieces.

What’s the point anymore? You’ve loved him for such a long time, only to have you feelings thrown away for a mistake made by the gods. What a tragedy, knowing that those beautiful colors you only saw around him was a mistake. What a waste of time and energy.

What a goddamn waste. 


Back in the apartment, everyone was staring at the chair you had last sat in. Jacob slowly started to begin eating again while attempting to start up conversation with Queenie. Tina was looking at Newt, analyzing his confused facial expression.

“Newt? Is your friend… ok?” Tina reached over the table to hold onto Newt’s hand. Newt looked down for a little bit, before shrugging off her hand and standing up from his chair. 

He rushed over to the coat hanger and grabbed his blue coat, wrapping it around himself. “I have to go find her.”

Queenie abruptly stood up from her chair, causing it to shriek loudly. “No, Newt you can’t.” She knew what you were going through, and she also knew that you needed time to think.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry Queenie but I have to go. I don’t want her to get hurt.” Newt grabbed his suitcase and began to make his way to the door. Queenie rushed towards him and grabbed onto his arm, stopping him from advancing any further.

“Newt, she needs time to think. I know you’re close friends, but I think It’d be best if we leave her be.”

He shrugged off her hand and looked up at her. There was a long pause, before he remembered that she was a leglimens, meaning she knew why you had left.

“Queenie… Why did she leave?”

Queenie immediately took a step back at that question. “Newt, no. Don’t ask me that. Please don’t try to use my ability to gain access to another person’s feelings. You need to talk to her on your own.” She then turned away and started to walk back to the kitchen. Newt ran his hand through his hair in stress and set down his suitcase. He proceeded to take off his coat and hang it back up.

“Queenie I’m sorry. I should’ve never asked you that, it was impolite. You’re right. I’ll just wait until she comes back.” Newt took a seat on the couch and hunched over his knees. He was extremely worried about you, and he was confused as to why you had left so abruptly. 

Tina walked over to Newt and sat down next to him. She began to rub small circles into his back, assuring him that everything would be ok. 

But for you, everything was so far from ok

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ALRIGHT!!!! So I decided I would write a second part to this, because I made this wayyyyy longer than I intended for it to be. I really hope you like it though!! Also, feel free to send in requests!!! 

Love ya guys <3

You Saved Me - Part 1

Request from @fandom-rpblogHey can I make a request? Can you write one in where after the events of winter soldier, (ignoring civil war as I haven’t seen it yet), Bucky has been re-introduced to the world and is recovering slowly and he and reader are sort of a thing as she was the one who found him after the events of winter soldier and she find out she is pregnant and fluff, and stuff. Please.

Note: Okay, so, as you can tell from the title this is going to be a series. Probably only about three parts though; this is because I couldn’t stop typing when I wrote out their initial meeting and there’s only so long a post can be! :) This is almost an introduction just so you know how they met before we go further into it. It was a great request so wanted to do it justice….which I felt could be done more by making it a series. Hope you enjoy! <3 Going to put bits of their past in each part too to flesh their relationship out more. 

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2027

Warnings: Violence and swearing.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

TWO YEARS AGO.

For the third time that week you found yourself walking through the doors to The Smithsonian; you didn’t know why you were visiting once again because nothing had changed since the last time you graced the halls of this place but ever since your first visit here as a child you found that you could escape in here, forget about the worries that always seemed to creep up into your life, instead you could immerse yourself in the history of other people and simply…..forget.

The Captain America exhibit was the newest addition to the institute and, personally, one of your favourites. It wasn’t every day that you were able to see into the personal life of someone that saved thousands of lives and given that he had saved yours during the attack on New York you felt like you liked to see just what it was that had made him such a brave and courageous individual.

Some bits made you laugh, others brought a tear to your eyes, but most of all you simply found yourself smiling from ear to ear at the fact that an ordinary kid from Brooklyn had become a treasured superhero. Seemed anything really was possible.

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I think lately I’ve learned what maturity is.
Maturity isn’t about being a “lady” in your actions, nor having a good language or being qualified enough to deal with people, no.
Maturity is when you reach to the point where you ask yourself; “who am I and who I want to be?” When you start to realize that your existence was meant to be for a reason, that you have something specialized only for you to do. And most importantly, it’s when you start searching for the answers.
Maturity is when your realize that your happiness comes first, no matter how much things and people you have to cut off. It’s when you realize that your smiles and laughs must be there on your face before your tears.
When you learn that loving someone isn’t enough to stop them from hurting you and it’s never your fault, knowing when to let go before it’s too tight that it could suffocate you.
Maturity is when you become your own best friend, your own priority.
It’s when you know what is and who is good for you and to protect them, protect the people you love.
Maturity is when you know that you and only you can achieve what you want and to protect who you really are and no one is going to do that for you.
Maturity is stepping out of your comfort zone.
Maturity is embracing your faults and working around them.
Maturity is marking your thoughts in big words and bright colors.
Maturity is knowing that your dreams are worth the stars.
—  Know your worth.| Infinite excerpts. -JH
Protect You (Part 1) (TJeffs x Reader)

Summary: You meet him for the first time

Warnings: None its bad tho so…. feedback is appreciated
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“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”
“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

The first time you met him it was at a fourth of July party at Lafayette’s house. Laf had invited everyone he knew well. Alex, John, Herc, the Schuyler sisters, and you. You didn’t know Thomas Jefferson and his friend would be coming until you arrived. A genius plan in getting your brother to come without complaint. Well until…

“Gilbert Lafayette!” You had been talking with the Frenchman when Alex let out his bellowing yell.

“Thomas has arrived.” He said and soon enough your little big brother walked into the backyard. “Mon ami excuse me will you.” He said putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Good luck.” You said and moved to the picnic tables getting everything ready for the hamburgers that Herc and John were grilling. Eliza and Angelica were in the kitchen cooking everything else. Peggy was sitting by the pool soaking up the last of the day’s rays. You smiled as you moved past your brother and Laf arguing in French. You walked in the elegant sliding glass doors and into the kitchen.

Thomas was standing next to Angelica trying to talk to her. “It must be hard with your sense of direction to find your way to a decent pick up line.” You heard the oldest Schuyler sister say and you let out a laugh. You turned to look through Laf’s cabinets to find the napkins.

“I thought it was good.” You heard him say.

“Too bad you’re not trying to pick up yourself.” Angelica said and you heard Jefferson grunt. “Take these outside and set them on the table.” You found the napkins and turned around as soon as you did you heard the clattering of plastic plates on the floor.

You looked from the ground to Jefferson’s face. “Are you okay?” You asked concerned and walked to him.

“Um uh yeah, I’m fine,” he said and you bent down to pick up the plates, “Oh it’s okay, don’t worry about that please. I can take those too.” He said and gestured to the napkins.

“Oh okay.” You said and gave him the napkins. He got new plates and hurriedly moved outside. You let a small smile form on your lips Angelica looked outside at Jefferson looking inside at you and laughed.

“Oh my god, you made Jefferson make a fool of himself. He’s going to have a headache for days.” She said and you looked at her confused.

“Don’t worry about it,” Angelica said when she saw your expression. “Eliza did you see that? That was hilarious.”

“Angelica you are awful.” You said and shook your head. You took the food that was ready and brought it out to the table that Jefferson was setting. As you were setting down the food you felt him come up to you.

“Uh I’m uh um,” did he forget his name? “I’m Jefferson, Thomas Jefferson.” He said and stuck his hand out for you to shake. You gave a small smile and shook his hand.

“I’m Hamilton, (Y/N) Hamilton.” You said and he looked very confused. He looked between you and your brother.

“Oh that’s not fair.” He blurted out and then apologize and sulked back into the kitchen. You watched him retreat and your brother stomped over angrily.

“What did he say to you?”

“He just introduced himself, calm down.”

“Thas what I’m talking ‘bout. Who ready for food?” John yelled from the grills and that got everyone outside and around the picnic table. Everything was going great until someone brought up the recent discourse on campus. The library making people pay for coffee.

Alex went on a rant on how people were stupid for doing it, Thomas chimed in on how it would encourage people to get jobs to pay for it. Then it turned into an all out yelling match that ended in you telling them to shut up.

“Jesus Christ shut up. Why do you care it’s a dollar fifty get over it. If you would get an actual sleep schedule you wouldn’t need so much. God Alex it’s not life or death.” You rolled your eyes and both of them were silent and everyone else talked. When you’d finished you put you plate up and grabbed the beers.

“(Y/N) a woman after my own heart.” John commented as he grabbed a beer. Laf grabbed one too and soon everyone was talking and laughing and drinking. James and Thomas sat on pool chairs talking in the corner. Thomas kept looking at you and you caught him a few times he seemed tense as you laughed with Herc. What you weren’t expecting was Laf to jump in the pool close to you and soak you with the splash. Which was worse than it normally would have been because of your white American flag crop top.

You took a minute to get over the shock of being soaked. “Mon ami you are soaked.” Laf said and you turned.

“You don’t say.” You said and took your crop top off and your shorts only in your red, white, and blue bikini. “I’m going to strangle you.” You were about to jump in to do just that when John jumped in grabbing your arm dragging you in. Everyone was laughing as you play fought with John and Laf in the pool. It ended in the shallow end Laf and you in a tickle fight.

“I surrender jeez I won’t strangle you.” Laf let go and laughed. He swam to the diving board with John to do tricks. “Alex come help me out.” You said to your brother.

He scoffed,”No way.”

“Why not?” You poured.

“Because we’re siblings I know you.” He said and you rolled your eyes. Thomas did the same and got up to help you. He struggled not to stare at your boobs as he leant down. You grabbed his hand and pulled down bringing into the pool with you. He popped up sputtering and looked at you. You gave him a small smile, he returned it. You were about to swim to him but everyone else started jumping in and you were distracted. He left before you could talk to him again.

“You are so done for.” Peggy said as you wrapped a towel around yourself as you all sat around a fire.

The second time you saw him you were picking up Alex from debate club. Alex prided himself on being one of the top in the debate club. You told him it made him a nerd. He said that it qualified him for everything. You just rolled your eyes.

Today must have run late. You need let yourself go in because of all the nerdiness that must go on in there. You sighed and looked at the clock. It was supposed to be out twenty minutes ago. You had rehearsals in an hour. You had a few minutes to spare. Hopefully you wouldn’t have to stay long.

When you walked in it was a mad house

“When we were on death’s door, when we were needy, we made a promise, we signed a treaty. We asked France for help and they provided. In return, they didn’t ask for land, only a promise that we’d lend a hand And stand with them
If they fought against oppressors and revolution is messy But now is the time to stand!” You shoved your way through the crowd of men and women standing in the strange looking lecture hall. One side had seats and so did the other and there was a place for people to stand around in between them. It kind of looked like a stadium.

“Stand with our brothers as they fight against tyranny. I know that Alexander Hamilton is here and he would rather not have this debate; I’ll remind you that he is not Secretary of State!” When you got to the front you saw who was debating. Your brother and his super hot nemesis.
“He knows nothing of loyalty smells like new money, dresses like fake royalty desperate to rise above his station, Everything he does betrays the ideals of our nation. Hey, and if you don’t know, now you know, Mr. President.” Jefferson finished and you knitted your eyebrows looking at Alex and then Jefferson. There was tension as the taller man let a sinister smirk cross his face. The was not the same adorable man who had dropped plates at the sight of her was it?


“Thank you, Secretary Jefferson. Secretary Hamilton, your response?” George Washington, a history professor said and looked at your brother. It was silent for a moment everyone waiting for his response. Alex always had a way with a crowd since he was young and on the streets asking for money to buy his little sister some food.

“You must be out of your goddamn mind,” everyone shouted at that and you found yourself doing it as well. “If you think the President is going to bring the nation to the brink of meddling in the middle of a military mess, a game of chess, where France is Queen and King-less.” That’s when Alex noticed you and so did Thomas. And the Alex noticed Thomas noticing you and the glare that formed on his face. Thomas’ smirk had fallen when he’d seen you. He looked awe struck and you gave him a small smile.

“We signed a treaty with a King whose head is now in a basket, would you like to take it out and ask it? Should we honor our treaty, King Louis’s head? ‘Uh, do whatever you want I’m super dead!’” And like that it was over and you were being pushed out of there by Alex. “I hate the way he was looking at you.” Alex hissed.

“What with admiration, you know some people find me admirable.” You said as you moved around your car to get into the driver’s side.

“No like he was lovesick, you can’t date. I refuse to let it happen.” Alex said as he got in.

“Yeah yeah, say whatever you like, I can do what I want.” You told him and Alex rolled his eyes.

The third time you saw him was the charm.

You were sitting outside the theater waiting for your director to get there with the keys. It was cold and you had forgotten your jacket. So you sat huddle to the inside of the middle brick column. You could see the Political science building across the street and watched the students roll in quickly.

There was one that truly caught you attention. Tall, dark, ridiculously hot, and supposedly off limits. Thomas Jefferson was walking to his class and spotted you. You blushed when he caught you looking at him. His face knitted in concern when he recognized you. He quickly jogged over his bright purple jacket looking ridiculous.

“(Y/n) what are you doing out here without a jacket?” He asked and was quickly shedding his and wrapping it around you.

“Waiting on the director to get here. I have rehearsals today.” You said and he put his hands on your face. A weird thing for people who were practically strangers. His hands were so warm though you didn’t really care.

“You never stop surprising me.” He said and you hugged out a laugh giving a sardonic smile.

“That me, I’m full of surprises.” You said and moved your cold hands to his. “I’m actually really glad you came over here, I’m a tropical flower I don’t think I could have survived.” He laughed and so did you. His jacket was so warm. So absolutely warm. After a few minutes a silent warming Jefferson cursed at his watch.

“I’m late I have to go, if your director doesn’t come in a few minutes come in the Poli. science building okay. You’re lips are blue.” He said and you nodded. He got up and started walking away.

“Wait what about your jacket?” You asked.

“Keep it.” He said turning around.

“How will I get it back to you?” He smiled and your heart fluttered. He brought out a pen and wrote seven numbers on your arm.

“That’s my number, call me or text me when you wanna give it back.”

Not Over You pt. 3

Prompt: “I was getting over you, why did you have to come back?” or it’s been a year since you and Steve broke up. He’s moved on, you haven’t.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,760

Warnings: language

A/N: another part for you all. i’ve made some decisions about where this is all going to go and i’m so excited. also, side note! a few people that asked to be tagged, it wouldn’t let me? i’ll send out messages to those people, letting them know it’s been updated. let me know if i missed tagging you (i have a scatter brain sometimes) or you want to be added to this list.

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Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

It felt like ages before anyone said anything. The tension just continued to grow between you two as Natasha was all the sudden M.I.A. You looked around for a quick second, silently cursing her for leaving you alone with him. You definitely weren’t ready for this.

“How have you—“ you started, but were cut off by Steve.

“How have you, uh,” He chuckled awkwardly, looking down and rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes travelled your body, an all too familiar, yet completely foreign sight. “How have you been? You look great.” He swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah, you look great.” He finally made eye contact with you, his blue eyes practically lasers through yours.

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She Won’t Have You Anymore// Bellamy Blake

Epitome: When Murphy is trying to hang Bellamy in the drop ship, you find a way in to save him, not helping but overhear the conversation they uphold. 

Word Count: 575


“Take me for him!” Bellamy yelled at the closed doors of the drop ship.

“No, no!” You yelled, clawing at the arms that were holding you back.

“Let Jasper go and take me! I’m the one you want!” Bellamy yelled.

The doors opened, Jasper stumbling out of the drop ship. Bellamy dropped his guns, walking over to the door. He jumped inside, looking at you one last time.

“No, Bellamy!” You screeched, finally getting out of the arms. You ran over just as the door closed, your fists banging against the concrete.

“Why did you let him go?!” You yelled at the people standing around the drop ship.

You stood around, Raven and Clarke making a plan to get Bellamy back. 

“Let me go with her,” you begged Clarke, who declined. “Please, I can talk Murphy into letting him go.”

You followed Raven underneath the drop ship, making sure to be quiet.

Raven went to the circuits, trying to find a way to shut the lights off while you tried to find a way into the drop ship.

“You let people wrap a rope around my neck, while you kicked the barrel from underneath my feet,” Murphy said. “You almost killed me.”

“No, I didn’t,” Bellamy said, anger lining his voice. “You were an asshole to everyone-”

“So were you, Blake!” Murphy cut him off. “What happened to ‘we do whatever the hell we want whenever the hell we want’?”

“That expired the day Grounders put a bounty on every single head in this camp.” 

“On everyone’s head or her head?” Murphy asked.

You stopped in your tracks, listening closer.

“John-”

“No, Bellamy, I see the way you look at her, you’re in love with her,” Murphy said, shuffling around. “The thing is, when I’m done, she won’t have you anymore.”

You jumped up, going through a small tunnel in the drop ship but your foot slipped and you fell against the metal with a loud clang.

“Ah, that must be her now.” Murphy said before letting out a series of gunfire, hitting everywhere around you in the small tunnel.

One got you in the shoulder, making you groan out in pain.

“Got her!”

“Murphy! Listen, you’re problem is with me, not her, kill me,” Bellamy said as you started to climb again. “Me, not her.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I plan to kill you anyway.” Murphy said before you hear a loud clanking and then silence.

You came out of a hole underneath the floor, sending a few bullets in the way of Murphy but he jumped out a window, running towards the woods.

You turned around, seeing Bellamy hanging from the ceiling, not moving. You pulled the knife from your belt, quickly cutting him down.

You softly set him on the floor, on your knees beside his not moving body.

“Bellamy?” you whispered softly, your shaking hands hovering over his face. “Bell?”

His eyes shot open and he breathed in deeply before looking at you. “Y/n?”

“Hey, Bell.” You smiled against your tears, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. 

“I thought you were dead.” He breathed into your neck, his arms wrapping around you.

“I thought you were dead.” You chuckled, pulling back and swiftly pressing your lips against his.

He kissed back, his lips working against yours. 

“I love you.” He blurted as he moved a piece of hair from your face.

“I love you too, Bell.” You smiled, kissing him again.

Bouquets and Babies.

Request:  Hai, I just found your blog and already love it, but do you think you could write something for if Carl and Reader have dated since season 1 and ended up getting married (In the church they find Gabriel) at a young age and when they are walking around on a romantic walk, they find a baby girl being protected by a Great Dane puppy and decide to raise her? And maybe name her Amadora (amy for short)?? 

Warnings: None, it’s clean and pure. 

a/n: I feel like this is quite short but that could be just me. It also all feels kinda rushed. If the person who requested this wants me to make it longer let me now, I’m sure I could find a way. Until then, happy reading!! xo


You lace your fingers with Carl’s as you walk slowly. The air is light on your skin and the sun is just setting, lighting the sky just enough so that you and Carl are able to see. You both walk along in a forest as you smile and talk about random shit. You feel comfortable with Carl. Well, what with him being your husband and all, of course you’d feel comfortable with him. To be so young and be married was not the idea for you. But then again, being in the middle of the apocalypse wasn’t really ideal either. You both continue to walk along, hand in hand and laughing.

He stops and swoops down, collecting a bunch of flowers from beneath us. He hold them to you and you accept them with grace. 

“For the love of my life.” He whispers to you and places a soft kiss on your cheek. You sniff at the colourful flowers before continuing to walk again.

“Anyway I was thinking about-” He stops speaking and you both stop in your tracks. In front of you both is a Great Dane puppy. He looks pretty dirty and is sleeping peacefully but then you notice the baby behind it. It’s guarding it and the baby is looking up at the trees in the forest, just fiddling with her fingers. The baby is also pretty dirty so they must’ve been there for a while. It’s wearing a small dress, with no sleeves and it has no shoes. It must be cold.

“What do we do? We can’t just leave it!” You whisper to Carl. He shrugs a little before letting go of your hand.

“Maybe we can go around it and take the baby? It would be kind of risky though.” He murmurs. You nod and he reciprocates. He starts to walk, moving around the puppy and reaching towards the baby, ever so softly not to scare it. He picks it up and hands it to me over the dog, not wasting time and he quickly runs around the puppy and joins you. You both quickly walk back home, holding the baby close to you and when you reach Alexandria, you both waste no time in getting home. You walk through the door and Rick looks terrified.

“What is going on?” He asks You set the baby on the sofa and turn to face Rick.

“It was in the forest. Alone. It was being guarded by a dog so we brought it here.” Carl says. You look back at the baby. A baby girl. She smiles at you and you frown but nonetheless, you still smile back. You grab the nearest blanket which was hanging over the back of the sofa and you wrap it around her body before pulling her close.

“How do you know she wasn’t with anyone?” Ricks voice starts to escalate and before you all know it, Carl and Rick are bickering with each other. You look down at the little girl in your arms and realise she’s still dirty.

“I’m gonna go bath her.” You quickly mutter and walk upstairs with her, leaving Carl and Rick downstairs.  

After bathing her you walk into Judiths room and you quickly find a dress before running back to Carl’s room. You place her on the bed and dry her a little bit more before slipping the dress on her and picking her back up again. You walk around with her for a couple of minutes, her body pressed against you and her head on your shoulder as her body is motionless. You set her on the bed once you’ve realised she’s sleeping and then you brush a hand softly through the brown curls at the sides of her head.

You place a couple of pillows around her, not really knowing whether she’ll wake up and start rolling. You quietly walk down the stairs and see Carl and Rick sat at the sofa. Rick is opposite Carl on the other sofa and they both look deep in conversation before Carl notices you. They both turn to face you and you walk towards them before sitting next to Carl.

“Where is she now?” Carl looks at you and reaches for your hand.

“Upstairs in bed. She’s sleeping so I placed some pillows around her in case she wakes up and starts rolling.” You answer his question, smiling, before realising that Rick is looking at you both.

“Look (Y/n), I’ve been talking to my dad and I’m not sure you feel the same way I do but I think- I think we should raise the baby, together.” He whispers to you. You swallow hard. You’ve been thinking about it but actually doing it. Carl continues to look you in the eye and, acting on an impulse, you nod.

“I think so too.” You whisper. You both smile at each other before turning your attention to a stern looking Rick

“Looking after a child is serious, and I won’t even lie to you it’s sometimes hard. They require constant care. You have to feed them, change them, be up in the nights with them. Are you prepared for all that?” He asks. He sounds uncertain about the idea of you two raising a child.

“I basically do that stuff with Judith anyway dad.” Carl utters. Rick chuckles a little.

“I suppose you do yes. Well, if you believe you can do it then I believe so too.” He smiles at you both before standing and sighing. “I’m gonna go to bed, pretty sure Michonne will be sleeping when I get up there anyway. Goodnight.” He says, his feet trailing up the stairs. When he reaches the top of the stairs you turn to face Carl but before you can even whisper a single syllable, Carl’s lips are on yours moving slowly and with ease. He detaches his lips and rests his forehead against yours.

“Are you sure we can do this?” He asks. You nod from underneath him and grab his hand, pulling him up the stairs with you. You walk into his room and are presented with a sleeping baby on the bed. “You know we have to think of a name right?” He whispers into your ear. You smile to yourself.

“Hmm, how about Amandora?” You utter. He nods his head next to you and then tilts it to one side, observing the child on the bed.

“I’ll like that. It could work. How did you come up with a name so quickly?” He says before kneeling on the floor in front of the baby so that he can really look at his ‘daughter.’

“I’ve always wanted to name my daughter that. Amandora. Amy for short.” You smile and laugh before kneeling next to him. She starts to stir lightly and then her eyes flutter open. The piercing green eyes look right at Carl and then you before yawing and then a couple of seconds later, she starts to cry. “So it begins.” Carl lifts her and hold her to his chest.

“One of Judiths bottles, go get that.” He says before patting the baby’s back. You silently open the door and quickly snatch the bottle before tip toeing back to Carl’s room and handing him the bottle. He starts to feed Amy before sitting down on the bed and continuing. The baby seems to enjoy it and you wonder how long it’s gone without some sort of food. You also start to then wonder how different your life would be without the apocalypse and without Carl.

“I’m glad me and you were best friends before this all even started. I’m also glad I got married to you. It seems like being in the middle of the apocalypse makes you act on an impulse” You say, going to lay down next to Carl and the baby. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He whispers back and then your attention turned to the baby in front of you.

“Carl?” You murmur.

“Yes?” He answers, sceptically.

“Who’s gonna get up tonight sand feed it and change it?” You flutter your eyelashes at him and he rolls his good eye.

“I’ll do it tonight.” He says and you sigh before clapping your hands lightly.

“Thank you, thank you.” You chuckle.

“But you’re doing it tomorrow.” He says and you nod at him before raising your hand and putting it against your forehead like you’re in the army.

“Yes sir.”

Your Big Fight - Tyler Joseph Imagine

Imagine- You and your boyfriend Tyler get in a big fight. (Happy ending)
Requested by; moose-on-the-l00se

Triggers- Almost abuse??, Cursing

Note- Okay this probably sucks buuuut here?? :,))
I wasn’t comfortable having Tyler slap the reader and them getting back together, so I hope this is fine?? Honestly I don’t even know how I feel about him almost slapping her, but I hope you like this anyways.
Also i’m so sorry for the crappy title god nsndjdjdei

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Tyler was yelling. You hated when he yelled. You didn’t even know what you two were fighting about, only that Tyler was furious. He’s never been like this before, and he almost scared you. He did scare you.
“Fuck it all!” You heard him scream, throwing down a lamp he got from a table and you watched as it smashed into the ground, tiny glass shards from the lightbulb scattering all over the floor.
You backed up against the wall, frightened for life. You’ve never been this scared. You stomach twisted in a knot as you looked into Tyler’s dark chocolate eyes, trying to find something other than anger.
He raised his hand to the air and you whimpered. Immediately Tyler’s face softened, realizing what he was doing. Worry and guilt clouded his eyes and he lowered his hand. All you could do is slowly slide down the wall so that you were now sitting, tears streaming down your face.
He fell by your side, “Oh my god, y/n, I-I-”
“Get away from me,” You managed to choke out, and you were surprised that Tyler even heard you. His eyes filled with tears and he slowly backed away, respecting your space and hanging his head low.
“I’m so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you, y/n,” You could tell he was choking on his own words, on his own breath.
Before he could say anything else you gathered all the energy you had and ran for the front door, shards of glass pushing into your feet painfully, but you didn’t care.
You barely heard Tyler calling after you as you ran out of the house into the chilly night. The cold air bit at your skin. You didn’t bother to stop and get in the car and continued for as long as your tired and cut feet would take you, and you found yourself in front of your best friend’s house.
You slowly walked up the steps to the house and hesitantly rang the door bell. When the door opened you saw Josh’s confused and surprised face. You realized you probably looked like a mess.
“Y/n? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” You could see the worry etched in his face.
“C-can I come inside?” You could feel your eyes starting to tear up again, but held them back.
“Of coarse,” Josh stepped out of your way and you walked inside, falling onto the couch, and sobbed.
Josh was by your side in a flash, letting you cry into his shoulder. He didn’t ask any questions, and just rubbed your back until you got everything out.
When you were finally empty of tears, Josh looked at you expectantly.
When he realized you weren’t going to talk, he spoke, “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong? Why aren’t you with Tyler?”
Your breathing hitched at his name, and Josh must have noticed.
“Did he do something…?”
You took a deep, shaky breath before finally speaking in a croaky voice, “I-it started out with us fighting for some stupid reason, I don’t remember what it was…,” You breathed in and out before continuing, telling Josh everything, beginning to end.
When you were finished, Josh was silent. You didn’t like how silent it was. You could have sworn you’d have been able to hear the pit-pat of a mouse’s feet walking by.
“Tyler did that?” He finally whispered. You couldn’t do anything out look down into your lap, fiddling your thumbs.
“Y/n, I’m so sorry…. I swear to god if he shows up here I’m going to beat him up,” You could tell he was dead serious by his tone.
“How about you get some rest, okay? You can sleep in my bed.”
“W-where will you sleep?”
“The couch will be fine. It’s not like I haven’t fallen asleep on here before,” He gave you a small smile, though it wasn’t exactly filled with happiness.
When you nodded your head and got up in your feet, you were quickly on the ground, the glass shards in your feet too painful to walk.
Josh slightly gasped.
“We need to get your feet cleaned up,” He picked you up and took you to the bathroom and cleaned them, then taking you to his bed and letting you borrow some of his clothes to sleep in, then he left you alone in the dark room.
You jumped at every small sound, still a bit shaky. You tried to get everything off your mind, but it was overwhelming.
Moments later the door bell rang, and you heard Josh open the door.
“Tyler, what do you think your doing here!? You better get the fuck away before I tear you to pieces,” his voice was muffled but you could still hear it clear enough to tell he was enraged.
“Please, Josh, I need to talk to y/n, I-”
“No way! I know what you did. You’re not going near her.”
“I just need to tell her I’m sorry…. I swear I didn’t mean anything!” His voice was desperate.
“Goodbye, Tyler,” The door closed.

*Tyler*

Tyler fell backwards onto his back as the door slammed into his face. He stayed on the cool pavement for several minutes, his eyes red and puffy from crying. There was a black hole inside his chest consuming every considerably good feeling inside him until he felt numb.
“I really fucked up,” He shakily whispered to himself, rubbing his tear filled eyes with the palms of his hands.
“Shit, y/n deserves so much better than an asshole like me.”
He really didn’t want to hurt y/n, he would rather die than harm her. She was his whole world, always there, for the good and bad times and always cheering Tyler on. Guilt ate at his heart.
Tyler finally got up, staring at the front door a moment longer before slowly walking away from the house, his shoes scraping against the ground.

*Y/n*

The next morning you dragged yourself out of bed, walking into the kitchen and helping yourself to a cup of coffee, though you didn’t drink much.
You sat on the table, staring inside your mug when you heard shuffling in front of you. You looked up to see Josh.
“You doing okay?”
You shrugged, “Better than before, i guess.”
He gave you a sympathetic look before getting himself some coffee and cereal and sat down in the chair next to you.
“I should probably stay at a hotel or something for awhile, instead of bothering you, being here…,” You said, still staring at our coffee.
“You’re welcome to stay here as long as you’d like, y/n. You’re not bothering anyone, I promise,” You let out a small breath as Josh said that.
“Thanks,” You murmured, genuinely thankful for your friend.

A week has passed and you were still at Josh’s. You mostly stayed in bed all day and haven’t gone out of the house at all since you came, though Josh tried to urge you to get out and do something. You knew it was unhealthy but you didn’t feel like doing anything, not even take a shower.
To make everything worse, Tyler sent you at least one text a day saying he was sorry. You knew he was. You knew he felt guilty and that he never wanted to hurt you, but you didn’t know if you could ever look at him the same again. He almost hit you, how could you? But he has been the love of your life for the longest time, also. You felt trapped and confused. You didn’t know what you should do next.
On the 9th day, Josh finally got you to take a shower, eat, and get out of the house to watch a movie to get your mind off things.
The movie was nice and you laughed for the first time in awhile. Getting out of the house wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be, but the feeling of being lost was still there.
After the movie the two of you went to Starbucks and sat down at a table inside.
“Are you feeling any better?” Josh hadn’t asked any questions all day, which you where thankful for, until now.
“Well, now that I got out of the house, yea,” you smiled.
“See? I told you it wasn’t good to stay home all day,” He smiled back at you.
A moment later you saw a familiar face walk through the door of the building. You eyes widened and you suddenly felt exposed and out in the open. You tried to shrink into the chair.
When Josh turned around to see what was wrong, he spotted him too.
“Oh… Y/n, we can go if you-”
“Y/n?” Tyler interrupted, slowly walking towards you, like he was unsure. He was a mess, like he hadn’t gotten out of the house recently either. His eyes were dull and it looked like he’s been wearing the same thing for awhile. You realized he probably wasn’t taking the situation well either. It hurt to see him like this.
“U-uh, Tyler….,” You didn’t know what to say.
“We can go if you want, y/n,” Josh said gently.
“N-no, it’s fine,” It wasn’t fine, not really.
Before Josh could say anything else, Tyler spoke up.
“Y/n, I, uh…,” Tears were forming in his eyes. You could tell he was trying to stay strong, “I’m sorry. I’m really really really sorry. I-I’ve been doing everything I can to make sure it never happens again. To like, control my anger I guess. I’m even looking into yoga, I-”
“Tyler, I think you should go,” Josh interrupted when he saw your breathing becoming faster and tears forming in your eyes.
“But,” He looked at you, waiting for you to step in.
“I think you should go,” You choked out quietly.
You didn’t look up at Tyler, you couldn’t, but you could practically feel his face crumble.
“Okay,” You barely heard what he said before he slowly walked away, out of the shop without ordering anything.
Josh looked at you with a concerned face, “Y/n, are you okay?”
“Can we just go?”
He nodded and you both walked out of Starbucks, and drove back to Josh’s house.

The next day, Tyler didn’t text you at all. You didn’t know whether to feel relieved or upset. Either way, you were heart broken. You knew it was extremely selfish, but you couldn’t help it.
He didn’t text the day after that either.
And when he didn’t text the next day, you couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t live without Tyler. You needed him and he needed you.
You practically ran into the living room, dressed and ready to go.
“Josh?” You called. You had to tell him where you were going first.
He looked back from where he sat on the couch, probably watching a Netflix show on the TV or something.
“I-I need to go see Tyler.”
You held your breath as you waited for a response.
“Are you sure?” He finally asked.
“Yes,” You said instantly, probably a little too quickly.
Josh looked hesitant as he stood from the couch.
“Okay, do you want me to drive you?”
“No, I’ll be fine. It’s not that far of a walk,” Really, you just wanted to go alone.
“Y/n, please be safe,” He gave you a tight hug.
“I will be. I promise,” You couldn’t help but smile a little when hugging him back.
Then you were out the door and on your way.

You hesitantly made your way up the steps to the house and rang the doorbell. You were so confident before, but now all the confidence has drained out of you.
When the door opened, Tyler wore a surprised face. You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out.
“Y/n….”
All you could do was run up to him and put your hands around his neck, and you started crying into his chest.
You felt his two arms wrap around you.
“Hey, It’s gonna be okay,” His voice was shaky, but you believed him.
You were home again.