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Hello x May I get a marvel and Harry Potter ship? My names Laurel, I have short, black hair, kind of like Snapes actually. I’m 5’3, dark brown eyes, tan skin. I belong in the hufflepuff house. I’m loyal and caring. I’ll put everyone before me but I will put my foot down if I feel they’re taking advantage of me. I’m assertive when I need to be and I will take things into my own hands if I need too. I can have an attitude and get sassy when I feel necessary. But I try and see the beat of everyone.

—I ship you with Draco Malfoy!

draco’s kinda an asshole, let’s be honest. and you’re so not about to take his shit. he’s kinda taken back when you sass him one day because he was being a jerk to a friend of yours. like?? damn okay.

he’s curious about you. you’re really nice but you stood up to him? and you’re curious about him too. it’s not hard to see that clearly there’s more to draco. and despite the fact he’s kinda jerky, you want to see the best in him 

you give him a smile once in the hallway and he loses it oh my god. affection? the boy is shook. that smile turns into a few more smiles and passing glances and oof, help this lovestruck boy. you make the first move by asking him out and like, rip draco

draco’s still kinda snippy at people but nowhere near as much. you make him more empathetic and like?? he’s just inspired by you because you !! care !! and he wants to care too !! 

also there’s enough of a height difference that draco can rest his chin on your head and he lives for it. he’s soft okay.

—I ship you with Tony Stark!

you’re spunky okay, like, you’re nice and caring but you’re also so ready to put someone in their place and tony couldn’t be more of a fan. you could literally give him attitude and he’d buy you flowers like, he loves it

speaking of, you’re always putting people before yourself which is strangely familiar to this guy wow. so of course he wants to do whatever he can to make you happy. he could buy you a house. he definitely buys you a house. don’t try to return it. he’s too stubborn for that. also it’s nicer than your old apartment so really, don’t return it.

you’re legitimately always worried for this man. does he know what calm down means?? no, no he doesn’t. he’s just always doing something and trying to protect the world so you literally have to pull him out of the lab. he’s upset about it at first because he’s *busy* but he can never be mad at you, puh-lease

you enjoy those few moments you get where you’re just standing behind him in the lab as he’s sat at his workbench. your arms are draped over his shoulders and he’s just affectionately holding onto your hands and sigh, this is wholesome

you’re both going to save the world together. whether it’s because you’re both all for the greater good, or because you work together to think of a way to save everyone, you will. together.

Could I have an SPN and a MCU ship please? I'm a 5'6 woman with black hair and light blue eyes. I am an INTP Ravenclaw who oft' plays an elf fighter. My favorite color is a deep dark blue. I am a huge fangirl: Sherlock, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Narnia, Pokemon, Supernatural, MCU, Once Upon a Time, etc. Thank you!

—I ship you with Dean Winchester!

i wrestled with charlie but that might be too much fangirl for one relationship, y’know?

dean, however, is just secretly fanboy enough. it takes a lot to make him de-stress but when you can? you both love laying back and watching some lotr. (dean really adores legolas for some reason)

you’re a massive help on hunts. dean worries about you getting hurt but you’re always ready for research and you’re pretty intuitive. sam definitely appreciates the help even if dean’s weary about it all. 

cas also loves you. you love to throw movie or tv show references at him and watch him be thoroughly confused. you and dean sometimes try and see who can confuse him the most. (dean holds the record but he loves it when you think you’re winning)

at the end of a long hunt, you and dean just love to curl up together as dean plays with your hair and you’re muttering your latest theories or headcanons to him. it’s literally the softest thing thank you. he loves you.

—I ship you with Tony Stark!

im sensing a type but no this is a great ship wow

you’re always in tony’s lab trying to help out and even if you’re not quite sure what you’re doing, he enjoys all of the help. you’re always giving him new ideas and he’s basically just always inspired with you around

anything he hasn’t watched, you’re making him watch. he most certainly misses out doing various important things because he’s staying home and binging all of sherlock. he’s a busy man now. 

also he’s definitely not trying to buy your love—we all know you already love him—but do you want to own the entire supernatural series? do you want to go to comicon? yes? great, he’s buying everything. he just loves seeing you happy and he will do whatever he has to. 

tony has nightmares and that’s no secret to you but to think you wont turn on narnia or old pokemon reruns and make some hot chocolate at 3am to calm him down is nonsense. you’ll do anything for him. (he loves team rocket for some reason?) 

May I have a ship for MCU please? I'm a straight girl. Very shy and quiet. I have a heart of gold and a very kind nature. I love the simple things in life the most. I'm Disney fan. I love to cuddle as well and star gaze. I'm a hufflepuff. I'm very smart and brave. I do suffer with bad anxiety but I fight it well. My hobbies are watching movies,dancing and writing! ❤❤ thanks

—I ship you with Peter Parker!

a true gem wow. like this boy is so nervous when he meets you at first? you’re his lab partner and you’re just? so nice? can he handle sitting next to you for an entire school year???

eventually you two start to talk and he’s literally just *heart eyes* like you’re perfect and you’ll talk to him without calling him “penis parker.” he’s in love

when he gets the courage to ask you out—ned’s pushing—and you say yes? he dies. your first date? he knows you love disney so he invites you over for just this full-on disney movie marathon. aunt may loves you, by the way.

he tells you he’s spider-man pretty early on into your relationship because you were very vocal about superheroes during the incredibles. you’re so worried about it being dangerous but you support peter through and through. he loves taking onto rooftops because you guys just lay there and look at the stars. whatta date.

whenever you’re panicked or stressed, peter is so quick to calm you down. even if you’re at your place. you’ll find peter at your door (or fire escape) with movies and pizza in hand and he’s just supportive.

sighs. he literally loves you. give. him. the. world. 

Hey there! Could I have a male and even female HP ship please? I’m a female and pretty on the short side and also Asian American. I’m a Hufflepuff technically by I do stray towards Gryffindor. I’m a mix between an extrovert and introvert, I do like going out to see my friends but I also love my space and alone time. My friends often describe me as someone who brightens up everyone’s day. Even so, I do get insecure like any other person would. Thanks and good luck with the online classes!

+ (Con’t from last post) I love to read, listen to music and sing (I let myself believe I have a pretty good voice). I especially enjoy seeing and making my loved ones happy. Sorry for the extra post, this is my first time doing this lol!

—I ship you with Hermione Granger!

i’ve been waiting to see who i’d ship with this book bean wow

when isn’t she stressed over schoolwork? when she’s stressed over the whole ‘voldemort’ thing. you’re always there to calm her down and make her relax, it’s what she deserves !! whether it’s just sitting on the couch cuddling or having a nice refreshing butterbeer, you’re like the only person who can make her relax

you told her you like to sing—she had heard you one day though so it’s no secret—and she’s always telling you she’d love to hear you one day. she’s not pressuring you but like…sing for her. and when you do? uwu. she loves her talented girlfriend oh my god. 

you’re constantly trying to get a smile out of her that it’s physically impossible for her to not smile around you. you literally just make her so happy?? 

she loves recommending books to you. you recommend books for her too but i mean, bold of you to assume she hasn’t read everything. anywho, she’s always so excited to hear your thoughts on the books because she loves them so much and if you love them too?? double the love !! give your bookworm studious girlfriend the world please.

—I ship you with Cedric Diggory!

a powercouple but lets continue

i guess we could say that you guys are popular. you radiate just this aura that makes people love you and so does cedric. it’s a thing. all your friends gush about cedric and you don’t see it and then he smiles at you one day and no yeah, you get it.

next thing you know?? you’re dating. this tall goofball loves you?? so?? much?? he loves just kissing your forehead and giving you surprise hugs from behind. he’s so warm!! and he smells like cinnamon!!

when he’s in the triwizard championship, you’re actually the most worried?? this is a dangerous thing like this is the wizarding world. we have a forbidden forest OUTSIDE. but cedric tells you not to worry and then he literally gives you his jacket as a gift because you’re always stealing it so like. you’re no longer mad.

also at the ball, this boy is literally flabberghasted. you look so pretty and he loves you. you’d rather be sitting on a couch right now reading but cedric asks you to dance and he tells you he loves you and wow, did i mention how much you love the ball?? couches? reading?? what are those?? you love him. it’s great. soft. 

Congrats on 100 followers!! Can I have a ship from the 100 and dc? i'm bi, average height, i have short-ish dark hair. infp, Libra, generally pretty optimistic and i love making people laugh (i'm the type of person to laugh at my own jokes while telling them to others). but i can also stress myself out easily and get really anxious. i like writing, listening to music and i'm studying psychology in college!! i love animals too!!! Thank you so much and hope you have a great day!!

—I ship you with Bellamy Blake!

this was so hard omg 

but like powercouple. when bell’s tryna lead the camp, he’s just stressed twenty-four seven?? but you’re not worried about that so you’re not stressed and you always calm him down and like lay down with him, playing with his hair. it’s soft. he also calms you down too, just pulling you into his chest and holding you. *s o f t* 

he likes to tell you stories from the greeks and the romans because it’s what he knows. you love it. you tell him all this psychology stuff. he loves it. 

he can get so serious sometimes my god. his whole ‘leader-y’ thing takes a real toll but you’re always able to crack his tough front as you basically radiate this whole ‘fun’ aura. you crack jokes and he loves all of them. 

you can fight a little bit but you leave most of that to bell. you take on a sort of ‘overwatch’ persona, helping out with plans and trying to keep the peace. it puts bell at ease knowing you’re not in danger and you just love helping out. again, *p o w e r c o u p l e*

—I ship you with Supergirl!

this could be arrowverse or comics, either wAy. the softest and most wholesome ship ever, my god. 

supergirl saved you once and you were *in love*. maybe an exaggeration. point is you were always getting into danger?? like give her a break omg. but no she loves saving you. you always crack some witty one liner and she’s here for it

a lot of times after saving you, she’ll talk to you. she’s distraught over things like 63% of the time and you always make her feel better. you want to see her more !! 

and then you met this girl? at work? she’s cute. you’re going on a date soon. she asked you out. very flusteredly but she did. she’s familiar. it’s weird. wait…oh! 

you’re human so kara doesn’t want you getting hurt but you’re literally so supportive?? and you’d also fight an actual alien for your girlfriend. she prefers chill nights at home watching netflix but you know. life of a hero.

Hey there!! I wanna ask if you are doing marauders ship as well??

I am! I honestly love the marauders era so ofc I’m up to shipping for them as well !!

how many ships can we request at one time?

i could limit you to three but eh. you can request as many as you want to! i’ll do all of them !!

Hello how are you? Ship plz with a man from Marvel and Harry potter. My name is Julie but I have many nickname so I barely hear the real one,I'm a 5.5 French curvy women with black hair and black eyes. So me I'm a slytherin andindependent, feminist,distant but very chill and funny caring and loyal too. In my group I'm the popular one and big sis, I hate arguments so I communicate.For my hobbies I love listening to music, singing, playing video games, watching TV, cartoons, cooking, telling jokes

—I ship you with Cedric Diggory!

look at this pretty boy wow

he’s just so drawn to you if we’re being honest with yourselves. you don’t really get it but you’ll catch him staring at you in class and then he’ll just get this goofy smile when you notice him and you’re vehemently confused

and THEN he asks you to the ball. okay makes sense. you’re hesitant at first, i mean this is cedricdiggory? but he’s got this small and even though he asked with full confidence, you can tell he’s nervous and oh what the hell!

also whatever you want to do, cedric’s here for it. whatever you want to do, whether it be cook or sing, he’s just ready to sit and be supportive. he just really loves you okay, let this fluffy haired boy be. 

you’re just always there for him and he wants you to be proud of him and gosh. he’s so determined to be the perfect boyfriend and never wants to argue and if you guys ever did, he’d apologize in about half a second. you are NOT going to be sad on his watch okay.

love your hufflepuff boyfriend. love him.

—I ship you with Bucky Barnes!

*cracks knuckles bc its my first marvel ship*

welp, this guy needs some serious love. poor brainwashed metal man. and you happen to be a witch, less so like wanda or strange. like you’re legitimately like a witch from like charmed. 

gosh you just want to help this man! he’s troubled and has a whole metal arm. you have empathy and every so often you can just calm his thoughts. his mind never stops for a few moments they do and he couldn’t thank you more.

around you, he feels normal. he just wants to be around you constantly. you don’t freeze up around him or treat him differently. you suggest movie nights to watch movies he wouldn’t have seen or sometimes it’ll be early in the morning and he can’t sleep so you’re on the couch, munching cereal and watching cartoons with him

he loves it. you joke with him, teach him how to cook—he’s not great though, sorry buck—and play video games. he’s not great either. technology is a little hard for him but he appreciates you helping him, he appreciates yOu. 

Hi honey! May I have a HP ship please? I’m Sadie and my houses are hufflepuff/pukwudgie and my patronus is a black mare. I’m a taurus and my personality type is ISFJ. My hair reaches below my shoulders and it’s almost blonde. My eyes are blue and I wear occasionally glasses. I’m 5ft3 so reaching high shelves is hard lol. I’m calm, caring and friendly but I’m also shy and very sensitive. My sense of humor is slightly dirty. I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic and hugs are great. Thanks a lot xx

—I ship you with Neville Longbottom! 

also thought about ginny but neville deserves some love so here we are! 

gosh. neville is so shy and he’s instantly just like “she’s too pretty can’t talk to her oof” but nope, you’re gonna be his friend. it’s fate. it’s destiny. written in the stars. it’s here. take it or leave it. 

he asks you to the ball. he does it, mhm. he’s stammering and he’s red and you can’t really understand what he’s saying but you say yes! neville does just about die but you know, he’s excited nonetheless! 

he treats you like a princess okay. he just wants the best for you! you’re feeling sad? neville will hug you and tell you herbology facts! you’re feeling mad? neville will promptly say he’ll fight whoever you want him to. he’s a little weary there but you know he would if you asked. he. would. die. for. you. 

he likes to buy you plants. like, we like succlents nowadays. we have rooms full. so do you because neville loves giving you gifts! appreciate him! 

also, he grows tall! you can reach shelves now!

Hey there could I have a male and female HP ship? ☀️ I am a female and a proud Gryffindor with some Hufflepuff tendencies. I am very sarcastic and lazy at times. My friends describe me as a charming person and I can be very flirtatious without me realising it. I love to write and gift poems to ppl I love and learning languages as well. I love giving advice and supporting and hyping up the ppl I love about anything at all. Thanks and congrats on 100, dear!!

—I ship you with Luna Lovegood!

wow, the softest ship ever hm

most people find luna weird but you find her so unique and you just love being around someone so strangely vibrant! 

luna appreciates you endlessly okay. the first time you gifted her poem, she had framed okay. everytime after that? she has them pinned to a nice little memory board. it’s soft and aesthetic. 

luna just genuinely loves being around you. she tells you everything about her day and you tell her about yours, including what new things your learning and luna adores it! kiss her on the nose as thanks please! she deserves it! 

give your soft, smolravenclaw girlfriend the world. she’s so energetic and sometimes you don’t want to do things but chill so compromise! you do whatever she wishes for awhile and then you just cuddle later as she hums in your ear. it’s soft. im crying. bye.

—I ship you with Ron Weasley!

*cracks knuckles*

okay so you and ron have been friends forever. don’t even test me. you’ve just known each other forever. have you liked ron since you met him? we’ll never know

you do occasionally flirt with him and it’s flustered him like hell ever since you first did it. he turns red and just stammers and he once dropped a whole book on his foot. it was a thing. when you realize it? you start intentionally flirting with him because of course you do.

give this boy a break! you flirt with him and then you give him a poem! he’s dead. deceased. byeron. he swore he didn’t like you yet here we are! uwu! 

when he asks you out, you accidentally drop a book on his foot and it’s very reminiscent of when he did it. so fate? yes. his mom makes you a sweater immediately. you always insisted she didn’t but now you’re her future daughter in law so uh?? enjoy your sweater! and your flustered boyfriend! 

Congrats on the 100 followers. Harry Potter ship please? Tall intj female with layered brown hair and black eyes. I love writing and working on technology. I may seem cold and brutal but once I get to know someone, I end up becoming a chill person that loves to make some twisted jokes. Thanks!

—I ship you with Harry Potter!

debated between him, muraders era sirius and then like cho for a long while? but here we are!

you can easily handle dating harry okay. the whole prophecy, voldemort thing, doesn’t faze you much. you’re too tough for that okay. 

you didn’t get the whole harry potter hype at first? like yeah he’s cool? but then you gOt it because this boy literally just throws himself into danger and you’re like, yeah okay same. 

it took awhile for you and harry to even become friends but he’s fun! plus he has no sense of danger and he’s kind of just oblivious to everything. so he’s fun to be around, who would blame you for liking him???

no one is gonna hurt him while you’re around and no one is gonna hurt you while he’s around. is that a powercouple? yes because you’re gonna kill voldemort yourself if you have to. no prophecy is gonna stop.

after the whole battle though, you and harry get to chill and just drink butterbeer without consequence and it’s so supremely chill. harry loves his badass girlfriend and you love you’re slightly moronic heroic boyfriend.

Hi, I was wondering if I could get a The 100 ship. My names Amanda. I have red hair and eyes that can be blue, green, or grey. I'm really short, like only about 4'9, and I'm little on the fuller side. I'm kind of quiet, my favorite thing to do is read and my schooling is really important to me, I'm actually currently a psychology student. That's me in my icon by the way.

—I ship you with Lincoln kom Trikru!

lincoln is most definitely infatuated by you, don’t even test me here. octavia who? oops. you’re the first sky person he sees and you’re just off to the side, taking it all in and he. is. sold. 

he *loves* when you tell him things you’ve read about, whether it be some story you’ve read or some psychology facts. tell him all. he’s here and ready to listen

he’s tall, okay, very tall. a tall man. he loves to hug you from behind and he enjoys kissing the top of your head. easy access plus? soft. he’ll also braid your hair. he can, of course he can. 

he really loves you, you and him will sit in silence for hours and he couldn’t careless because you’re just in his lap reading and he’s content. we love a wholesome relationship.

whether or not you decide to integrate into the grounders or stay with the sky people, he’s here for whatever you decide. he just wants you to be happy and he would die to make that happen, okay? okay, great. 

a soft and pure ship, mhm

Congrats on 100 followers!! Could I please get a male Harry Potter ship? I am Hufflepuff female with brown hair, blue eyes, and I’m average height. I am an extrovert but I love to hang out with my close group of friends. I am protective of my friends and family, and I am also a very optimistic person. I love to read, write, sing, and act. I think that is about it, thank you!!!

—I ship you with Draco Malfoy!

opposites attract and i raise you draco malfoy! (thought about cedric for awhile but ssh, ily)

draco’s pretty…rough around the edges and that’s no different with you. he’s not mean, but he’s not about to shake your hand and ask you to be his friend. but you’re nice to him? 

you’re chipper, so to speak and you like to be involved. you want to do things and you’re generally fun to be around and draco really can’t help but enjoy your company. is he going *gasp* soft? no but seriously he’s legitimately nice now.

nobody sees it coming with draco asks you out. sure he’d been suddenly nicer with you in his life but draco has feelings?? he’s rly bashful about it too and he blushes. wow. what did you dO.

he’s actually the most supportive boyfriend. you want to write something? he’s will write. you want to sing for him? this boy has already pulled out a chair. you want to star in a play? he’s buying the first ticket. do not test this boy. 

i stand by this ship wholeheartedly now. wow. 

Heya, so I know I’m a 100 writing blog already, but I always like to see others interpretations XD So a ship for the 100? I have long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, freckles, and I’m 5’0” with a slightly chubby hourglass figure. I’m extremely stubborn and determined to do anything I want, and I like to think I’m super resourceful. My favorites include reading, researching anything really, being outside/relaxing in trees, and making various things. Also maybe a boy and a girl ship? Thank you! :)

—I ship you with Raven Reyes!

she loves having you around !! it starts off as you just helping her out around camp when she first comes down because you seem to be the only one able and willing but she genuinely loves having you near her.

you and raven are a lot alike so maybe that’s why she’s so into you. you understand her and she understands you. 

raven loves watching you at work. no matter what you’re making, she just can’t get enough of just watching. she tries her hand at it sometimes but she likes to leave you to it. maybe make her something sometime though. she’d appreciate no matter what it is.

trust me when i say raven would do anything for you. let’s be honest. she doesn’t have the best track record when it comes to romantic relationships so when you finally agree to go out with her, she’ll do anything to make sure the relationship lasts. she’s dedicated and she knows you are too.

—I ship you with Finn Collins!

finn doesn’t consider you stubborn. finn just knows that you like things a certain way and believe certain things and he admires how headstrong you are. it’s one of the various thing he loves about you.

when finn’s trying to make peace between the sky people and the grounders, you’re the first person you comes to. he knows he can trust you and he knows that you’ll help him out. you’re resourceful and he knows you’ll find a way to make this work.

finn isn’t one to shy away from climbing a tree or two so don’t be surprised when he joins you as you both trek through the new forest that the earth offers you. also? he’d so carve your intials in a tree. he’s cliche. it’s adorable.

finn loves watching you make things. considering he’s usually the one who makes little trinkets for necklaces, it’s a nice change of pace when you make something for him. oh, and he keeps it with him all the time. he’s supportive like that.

GUYS!

I’ve been inactive for awhile now and well, oOf. Y’all have sent in requests and I haven’t done anYtHing. In fOrEver.

My online school is kinda kicking my ass rn bUt I’m determined to come back, so!

SHIPS!

I’ve reached 100 followers and as a thank you and also to apologize for dying off, I’m doing ships!

Send me an ask describing yourself and I’ll ship you! Request which fandom you want a ship for and then describe yourself!

Example:

“Ship for Teen Wolf please? Male or female! I’m a 5’7 brunette INTP, ravenclaw who’s insanely sarcastic and pessimistic. I’m kind of dorky and bitter and I enjoy writing and reading. I’m fairly smart and pretty funny. Thx!”

I have no idea if that’s the right character limit for an ask? But you guys get the idea! So! Send away! I’ll be here!

Post the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are in the sentence...

i was tagged by the iconic @myriadimagines ily

“You’re eating cereal when we have to leave in ten minutes?” Jordan asked, staring at her with a deadpan look.

im gonna tag less than it wants me to bc i can and im just gonna tag everyone who reads this !! i mean it !! do this and say you were tagged by me bc guess whAt?? yoU wEre

Hide & Seek

Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader

Warning: alcohOL, mentions of sEX, aH 

Summary: Bellamy catches you in the midst of a weekly competition with Raven and it leads to quite a talk.

Requested by anonymous (thank you for loving all my imagines, ily)

Prompts:

8. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

12. “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

17. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

24. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

28. “How drunk was I?”

42. “Stop being so cute.”

46. “It was a joke, baby. I swear.”

62. “If you can’t sleep...we could have sex?”

74. “I’m not wearing a tie.”

84. “Show me what’s behind your back.”

yeet im alive

You dashed into the established common room of Arkadia, eyes scanning the room quickly. Bellamy, who happened to be the only other person in the room, glanced up at you over the edge of the book he had been reading. He rose an eyebrow in your direction but before he could question you, you slid back behind the nearby couch. 

Crouching down, you peered around the edge of furniture toward the doorway. A few seconds passed before you saw Raven’s figure appear. With wide eyes, you lurched back happening you hadn’t been seen.

“Where is she?” Raven remarked, her tone thick with determination. You bit your lip, hoping she didn’t suspect that you were hidden behind one of the various couches. Who’s to say she even really saw you come in here anywa-

“She’s hiding behind the sofa,” Bellamy answered plainly, jutting his head toward the sofa you were crouched behind. You gasped aloud as you jumped to your feet.

“You rat! You sold me out!” You spat in his direction as Raven gave you a triumphant smirk. “Fine, fine! You win! Go be a sore winner elsewhere,” you grumbled as Raven just shrugged and quickly left the common room. “I cannot believe you!”

“What did I do?” Bellamy asked, a smile of feigned innocence on his face.

You shot daggers at him as you collapsed down onto the nearby couch with a loud huff of annoyance. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion,” Bellamy responded, his eyes back on the book he was reading without so much as one last glance. You scowled in his direction as you kicked your legs out, the heels of your boots digging into the floor. “What did Raven win?”

“We have a sort of competition weekly, or so,” you explained as you got to your feet and began to wander around the room. “One of us hides and if the other can’t find them in three or so minutes, the hider wins. If they do, the seeker wins.”

Bellamy was now leant forward, his hands clasped together as his elbows rest on his knees. He looked over at you with mild intrigue. “So...what did Raven win?” He repeated.

“I have to do her weekly chores,” you sighed just as your eyes found the bottle of vodka. It was half full and to be completely fair, it wasn’t really vodka but everyone called it that because it was alcohol one way or another. “That means she has to hide next week of course.”

You grasped the vodka in your hands just as you heard the footsteps behind you. You jumped and spun around, instinctively clutching the vodka desparately behind you.

Bellamy stood a few inches in front of you, a look of suspicion on his face. “Show me what’s behind your back.” You gave an unwavering stare but you knew that he’d spin you around if he had to. You reluctantly revealed the vodka bottle. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“Time is a construct!” You fired back as he placed the drink back onto the shelf. “And six? Really?” Your look of utter disbelief cause Bellamy to give you a curious look.

“Have you even slept?”

“Sleep is also a construct,” You retorted as you began to stalk back towards the couch. You fell down into the seat that was once Bellamy’s, grabbing his discarded book.

“If you can’t sleep...” he began, prompting you to glance over at him, “we could have sex?” That mere question was quickly met with the sound of the book thumping against his chest as you had thrown it across the room. “Oh come on! It was a joke, baby. I swear.”

“Baby?” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as Bellamy soon took the seat beside you. “Since when?” You cast a glance Bellamy’s way. Though you did enjoy such an affectionate term coming from him, you didn’t know what prompted it.

“Since we made out two weeks ago.”

Your eyes widened as you tried to recall the certainly not sober makeout between the both of you. “How drunk was I?” You asked aloud, resting your face in your hands in what one could only describe as shame.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” Bellamy exclaimed quickly, with the lightest of laughter. You stared at him with your mouth agape before promptly hitting him across the arm. “Hey! I was messing around, really.”

The innocent smile Bell gave you made you groan in defeat. “Stop being so cute!” You hissed at him as you scrunched your nose up. You jumped to your feet, attempting to scurry away.

“Cute?”

“Oh please, don’t act so surprised,” you remarked, spinning on your heels to meet his smug face. “You know I think you’re attractive—everyone thinks you are. I’m surprised you haven’t asked me out.”

Where you got the sudden strike of confidence, you’re clueless but if it got you a date then you didn’t care. “You free tomorrow, after you sleep, of course?”

“For a date? Or a drunken makeout?”

“Whichever,” Bellamy responded, the smug grin still plastered on his face.

“Date. Tomorrow. Yes.” You gave Bellamy a soft smile before turning on your heels and heading out of the common room, perhaps a little too eager to see what such a date would offer.

But not before Bellamy shouted out, “I’m not wearing a tie!”

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i’m so sick of getting to top 2 in fortnite and losing bc the other person is a good builder and gets the jump on me so i lose.. like can they make a mode where building is disabled so we can just have actual fights bc the building is so fucking annoying at this point, there’s so many times where i’ve fucked someone up and they’ve managed to escape via building like mad, bandage and shield themselves and then turn around and kill me all bc i’m not good at building (and i’ve practiced a ton but some ppl are just insanely good at building and never seem to run out of mats??) UGH

Oooh, do you write things for Raven?

I certainly do !! Just send me an ask with a scenario or some prompts from my prompt list and I’ll write away !!

Heyy, what characters do you most like to write????

oof i love to write so it’s pretty much everyone bUtim kinda partial to- peter parker - probably most of the avengers bc current marvel kick?- raven reyes - bellamy blake- cisco ramon - wally west oop - kara danvers - liam dunbar - malia tate/hale- cheryl blossom lotta fandoms so generally lotta favesand i haven’t even written for most of these yet oofbut again i generally just love to write sO

Case File

Liam Dunbar x Reader

Warning: mention of parental death again, illegal activities??

Summary: Liam said he’d ask Scott and Stiles to help out with your mother’s murder, and he follows through.

Part Two of Following a Lead

Requested by @tailah-haderson-gilbert

i like this character oo also, probably a part three bc i left y’all still clueless oops???

You sat on the edge of Scott’s bed beside Liam as you looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

After spending the night at Liam’s, Liam had approached you at school the next day about seriously talking to Scott about your mom’s murder. You appreciated the thought but part of you didn’t have a lot of faith that the pack could do much.

Yet here you were after Liam dragged you to Scott’s place—he told Scott it was an emergency. “I wanna help, Y/N, I really do. But I’m not sure there’s a lot we can do without some sort of-“

Before Scott could finish, the door to his bedroom burst open as Stiles practically bulldoze into the room. “I—heard—there—was—an—emergency,” he said between pants as he put his hands onto his knees to catch his breath.

“-police involvement,” Scott finished, furrowing his eyebrows. You knew Scott was right. While they did do tons of things without police involvement, investigating a murder without the case file was hard. Hell, you only went off what you had remembered from what your father told you and what you asked people.

“Police involvement!” Liam exclaimed, jutting a hand out towards the out of breath Stiles. You straightened up, smiling excitedly. Stiles stood up, glancing around the room confused.

“This doesn’t look like an emergency,” Stiles announced, narrowing his eyes at you and Liam. It probably looked like Stiles was a parent called to a school after his kids had gotten in trouble. Either way, not exactly an emergency.

Liam nudged you, prompting you to sputter out some nonsensical words due to unpreparedness. Scott opened his mouth but you quickly jumped to your feet. “I need your help,” you said, looking toward both guys. “I just know my mother’s murder wasn’t random. And I’m pretty sure it was connected to the supernatural.”

“What happened?”

“It was years ago. I was young and I don’t know a lot, but my dad was off at work,” you began, recalling the few details you did know. “Apparently someone had gotten inside the house and...killed her. My father got home to me crying in my crib upstairs—which he claims is weird because my mother wouldn’t have left me alone—and then he called the authorities.” Once you had finished, you felt the slight squeeze of your hand. Liam gave you a supportive smile to which you returned.

“Why do you think it’s supernatural?” Scott asked.

“There was some weird symbol scratched into the floor and...it’s Beacon Hills,” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s still unsolved. No evidence, no suspects.”

Then it was Stiles’ turn to interject: “What was the symbol?”

“If we knew that, we’d be having a very different conversation,” Liam answered and you appreciated the ‘we.’ It meant that he was going to help you in all of this, even when you hadn’t asked him to. You appreciated the support.

Scott and Stiles shared a look before Stiles clapped Scott on the shoulder and ushered him from the room. You and Liam shared a look as they went out into the hallway, shutting the door behind them. “I wanna thank you, for doing all this,” you said finally, breaking the silence that fell between you two.

“Oh come on, it was nothing.” Liam shrugged. “Besides, I’m pretty invested at this point.” You let out a light chuckle just as the door opened up, with Scott and Stiles entering the room.

Stiles clapped his hands together. “So, I’m gonna get the case file.” Your eyes widened as you let the hope that the case may finally be solved fill your veins. “I mean, I may get grounded. Or arrested depending on how my dad’s feeling, but I’m getting the case file.”

“We can’t guarantee we’re going to find out anything, but we can promise we all will try,” Scott explained and you couldn’t help the smile on your face.

“I can’t thank you guys enough, seriously.” You got to your feet and quickly gave both Scott and Stiles a hug. “I should be heading home. My dad’s wants me to come back and he’s making homemade pizza, so.”

You waved goodbye before scurrying from the room, and hurrying from the house. “Thank you guys, really. It’s cool of you to help,” Liam told them both once you had left, and then both of them shot him a look. “...what?”

“You like her,” Stiles teased, a smug grin on his face as Scott too bit back a grin. Liam’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth to defend himself but Stiles hushed him.

“It’s cute,” Scott commented as Liam practically went beet red. “and I think she likes you too.” Liam searched for words as he stammered out nothing but noises. “Go home, we’ll mystery solve once Stiles gets the case file.”

Liam ducked his head as he shuffled out of the room, Scott and Stiles sharing one last knowing smile before Stiles left too.

Anxious

Platonic! Sara Lance x Fem!Reader

Warning: panicking, anxiety, robots

Summary: After a mission, you’re pretty shaken up. But Mother Hen Sara Lance is pretty good at helping out.

Requested by @tailah-haderson-gilbert

Prompts:

2. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

18. “What’s the matter, sweetie?”

50. “This is girl talk, so leave.”

64. “Here, take my blanket.”

68. “Run for it!”

i love sara lance. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

Being part of the Legends was something you loved. You loved getting to save the day—no matter the time period—and you had some great teammates that were really like family to you. You were somewhat young so most of them definitely worried, maybe a little too much, for your safety but you spent your whole life using your telekinesis to get out of danger and it was no different. 

But sometimes things did get rough. 

You were laying on your bed, staring up at the blank ceiling as you recalled your latest mission. You only remembered so much.

You didn’t know what year it was exactly but the androids you were fighting were advanced enough to frighten you. You had just taken one out when other had knocked you to the floor. “Hey!” You exclaimed, propping yourself up on your elbows.

You jutted out a hand, intending to send the android flying back but it didn’t happen. Your telekinesis had faltered and you were helpless. You glanced to your side and saw most of your teammates struggling like you. 

You scrambled back, panic beginning to take over when you heard Sara call out, “Run for it!” 

Your memory was foggy after that point. From what you could remember, you had gotten knocked out. You just remembered waking up in the med bay and that was it.

You blinked the memory away, trying to do the same with your panicked feelings. After a few minutes, it seemed useless and you were just feeled with dread. You got to your feet and shuffled out of your room.

Sara had told you if you never needed anything to come to her and now seemed like as good a time as any. You peered into her room, knocking softly against the doorframe. “Y/N?” she asked, looking up from the book she’d been reading.

“We need to talk,” you sighed, rubbing your forearm, “well, can we? I guess?”

Sara looked at you worriedly. “What’s the matter, sweetie?” she asked as she moved aside so she wasn’t laying out on her bed anymore.

You stepped further in, taking seat down beside her. “I couldn’t relax. I was going to take a nap but, that wasn’t working,” you explained to her with a lackluster shrug.

“Gideon checked you out, you should be fine.”

“I am, I just...keeping thinking about our last mission,” you sighed. “Those androids and my powers malfunctioning and I was just so panicked! I froze! I was helpless, and they were getting closer and-“

“Hey, hey, calm down.” Sara cooed, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder as you had begun to hyperventilate. “They can’t hurt you anymore.”

“It’s not even that, I just...don’t want them to happen again. My powers have always been so uncontrollable yet I’ve always relied on them. What happens if they act like that again or somehow I lose them? Even temporarily?” You were visibly stressed and Sara could tell as she comfortingly rubbed your back, hoping to help calm you.

“You’re not alone you know. We may be a little dysfunctional-“ You chuckled lightly. “But we’re here for you and don’t think for a second we wouldn’t be there to help you.”

“Still I just-“

“You know, training you to fight is something I can do,” Sara announced, causing you to shoot her a glance. “Maybe it’d be useful.”

“You mean I could be a badass like THE Sara Lance?” You questioned, laughing ever so slightly. Sara playfully rolled her eyes just as you both heard the sound of someone knocking on the doorframe of the room.

“Is everything alright?” Ray asked, probably having heard you both from down the hall. You nodded slowly, giving him a smile.

“This is girl talk, so leave,” Sara told him, prompting him to quickly take the hint and head off, apologizing as he went. You both laughed it off before Sara extended the blanket she had at the edge of her bed out towards you. “Here, take my blanket.” You raised an eyebrow. “You can sleep here tonight, maybe it’ll help keep you calm. I’ve got a book to read anyway.”

You smiled in response as she got to her feet and flopped down into an open desk chair she had, reopening her book. She gave you a nod as you stretched out on her bed, pulling the blanket it over you and letting out a somewhat content sigh.

You still felt anxious about it all but less so. Sara was right. You were apart of a team and if Sara was going to teach you how to fight, things wouldn’t be so bad.

Plus her blanket was really soft.

Raven’s Always Right

Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader

Warning: nothing, this is just gold tbh

Summary: Maybe life on the Ark after Praimfaya is a little anxious for you, but it did have its moments.

Requested by anonymous

Prompts:

1. “That’s starting to get annoying.”

3. “You can’t just sit there all day.”

4. “I’m too sober for this.”

50. “This is girl talk, so leave.”

91. “Tell me you need me.”

92. “Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

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Praimfaya. Maybe you considered yourself lucky for being one of the few to make it up to space, but you still worried for all those back down on Earth.

That’s what you did most days. Worry. You worried about food, water, oxygen, all of it. You keep to yourself as much as you could, your anxiety getting the better of you. Perhaps you felt bad about being in space, maybe someone else would’ve been better suited.

Even so, Bellamy stayed at your side for a lot of it. You had formed a friendship with him when you all first came down to Earth and that seemed to stick.

As you sat against the wall, a pencil in your hand repeatedly tapping at the floor, you heard Bellamy let out a sigh. “That’s starting to get annoying.”

“Already is,” Murphy commented as he passed by the room where you both were. He had a tendency to do that—making passing comments to you. You rarely talked to him but you got along well enough.

“And why does that bother you?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow as you looked up at Bellamy from where he stood in the doorway.

“I was nearby and that’s all I can hear,” he explained, as he watched the pencil continue you to shake in your hand. You scoffed softly, paying no mind to him as you continued to think it all out. “You can’t just sit there all day.”

“I think you underestimate me,” you retorted, a smug smile playing at your lips. Bellamy looked like he wanted to say more but was interrupted by Raven pushing past him to walk into your room. “You too?”

“What? Your pencil tapping? No, I need to talk,” Raven explained before turning towards Bellamy. “Without you.”

As you hopped to your feet to stand beside Raven, you both eyed Bellamy. With his arms crossed over his chest, he surmised the both of you. “About what?”

“Nope,” you replied suddenly, eager to make him leave. “This is girl talk, so leave.” You put your hands on his shoulders and began to usher him out of your room and towards where Murphy had gone.

Bellamy let out a chuckle but didn’t fight back. “I’ll be back,” he told you before heading off. You rolled your eyes and went back towards your room where Raven still was.

“How can I help you?” You asked before settling back down in your spot on the floor. Raven checked down the hallway before kneeling down in front of you.

“You like him,” she teased, a grin on her face. “And I’ve decided to help you.” You stared blankly at her for a moment, probably trying to determine whether or not this was some joke.

“You’re crazy,” you declared finally, your pencil beginning to tap rapidly against the floor once more.

“I’m not,” Raven insisted, snatching the pencil from your hand. “But I’ll let you think that if it makes you feel better. We’re all seriously dying though with the tension between you and Bellamy. It’s a lot to handle.”

“Because it’s nonexistent?” You scoffed, taking your pencil back and giving Raven a playful glare. You doubted you had any sort of feelings for Bellamy and you doubted he had any in return.

“Do I need to get everyone in here to make you believe me?” Raven asked, quirking an eyebrow. The tone in her voice assured you that she was serious. Luckily, you were quite literally saved by the Bell.

“You’re back,” you announced, glancing toward the male in the doorway.

“Monty needs Raven’s help with something,” Bellamy announced, prompting Raven to let out a reluctant sigh. She pushed herself to her feet as you did the same, watching her leave and your previous conversation coming to an end. “So what was what about?”

“Why? You jealous?” You taunted, a smug smile on your face as you sidled up toward Bellamy.

“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you,” Bellamy responded causing you to quirk an eyebrow.

“You know, I can’t tell if that was an insult or you trying to flirt with me,” you told him, poking him in the shoulder. “But I’m still gonna have to ask you to leave.”

“So you can sit on the floor all day?” Bellamy wondered, clearly determined to get you to leave your room. You rolled your eyes at him, trying to usher him out of the door. “Tell me you need me.”

It was moments like these that you dealt with most of the time. You knew Bellamy was trying to annoy you or fluster you, and he was damn good at it. “I need you,” you began, “to leave.”

“That was cold,” Bellamy scoffed, chuckling ever so slightly as you continued to push him out of the door.

“And I’m too sober for this,” you remarked. You urged Bellamy down the hall as he sent one last wink your way. You rolled your eyes and receded back into your room.

“I told you I wasn’t crazy,” Raven remarked, stepping back into your room with a triumphant smile on her face.

You jumped slightly at the unexpected voice. “Raven? Don’t you have Monty to go help or something?”

“I wasn’t going to miss that,” she scoffed, the grin still planted onto her face. “That was tension. All of that. Don’t ever lie to my face again, okay? Raven is always right.”

“And apparently Raven talks in the third person,” you retorted with a roll of your eyes. But you certainly couldn’t deny the fact that you did enjoy moments like that with Bellamy. Maybe you did consider yourself lucky to be one of the few to make it up to space. If it meant more moments like that, of course.

y’all i’ve been so productive today. i’ve got like two, almost three, posts qUEUED.

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Still Do

FP Jones x Fem!Reader

Warning: Cheating? PregnANCY?? Being left at the aLTAR?? aNGST? idk ah (also this says fem!reader bc well uh pregnancy but there’s no prounouns so!)

Summary: Wedding Days are supposed to be special. So why wasn’t yours?

Requested by anonymous

i delved from the ask a little bc this woulda been kinda long (it still iS) otherwise bUt it’s hERE

You loved him. Your relationship had never been the easiest, what with FP dealing with the serpents and all, but you loved him.

You were at your place, washing a few used dishes as you occasionally watched the gleam of the ring on your finger. Maybe it was cheesy to be so happy but you weren’t going to let that stop you as you began to dry the dishes. You were supposed to meet FP at Pop’s in a little over an hour for an announcement of yours.

Maybe you were a little worried about telling him of the bun in your oven, but he had a right to know and if he did love you, like you assumed, then there shouldn’t be a problem. Perhaps too eager, you left your place.

You decided going to Pop’s and having a shake or two until FP arrived wouldn’t be too much of a bad idea. You didn’t go to Pop’s too often but Jughead, FP’s son who you were certainly fond of, raved about it enough that you started to go more.

The drive wasn’t long as you hopped out of your car and started towards the entrance. As you pulled the door open, you peered inside the diner for a moment. It wasn’t that busy but it wasn’t empty either. You scanned for a moment before you spotted FP already inside.

You didn’t mind him being here early but you did mind the woman sat across from him. You knew her well. Alice Cooper, an old flame of FP’s so to speak. You weren’t the jealous type but the way they sat at that booth together was far too much for your heart.

It reminded you of your first date with the Serpent and you couldn’t help but swallow the lump in your throat as you turned on your heels and left as fast as you could. No one had seen you that mattered so it was like you were never there, like you hadn’t seen anything.

You had a week until the wedding and you were hoping your heart could survive until then.

——————————

Maybe you had overreacted but you had chose not to speak to FP for the entirety of the week. You were chewing over talking to him about what you had seen but you couldn’t do it. Hell, even now as you stood in the church, in your wedding garments, you were still anxious.

Jughead, though confused as to why, had taken the liberty of telling his dad that you were just superstitious and wanted to keep yourself as far from him as possible until the wedding. He even told him that you had forgotten about the announcement you were going to make.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” You spun around to see Toni Topaz watching you with a smile of adoration. She was one of the few Serpents you were close with, and she was close to Jughead, so maybe that’s why you chose to have her here with you.

“She’s right,” Betty agreed, mimicking the same smile. Even if the thought of Alice only brought pain to your heart, Betty was Jughead’s girlfriend and you loved having her around as well.

“Thank you both,” you sighed, forcing a smile. You realized they were both trying to keep you calm while everyone eagerly awaited FP’s arrival. Archie, perhaps not the best choice for the wedding party, had already accidentally revealed that FP was late. You specifically remembered his girlfriend, Veronica, casting him a glare and a slap on the arm for telling you that. “Where’s Jughead?”

“Here,” Jughead responded, promptly entering the room where you were all gathered. The girls quickly excused themselves to leave you and Jughead to talk.

“He’s running late,” you sighed, casting a glance toward your overwrought frame in the mirror. You then turned toward Jughead in his suit, the usual beanie still on his head. “Really, the beanie?”

“It’s a part of me,” Jughead scoffed, a playful smile on his face. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he did enjoy you being around. You made FP happy and what more could Jughead want? “Can I ask why you haven’t talked to my dad for a week?”

“I may have seen him with someone and I was just more worried-“ Before you could finish, the door squeaked open and Betty peeked her head in. She gave Jughead a sorrowful head shake and you certainly knew what that meant.

In a single instant, you were on your feet and running for the church doors as tears streamed down your face. You had a right to be sad and you were. Not only had you seen him with the woman he certainly never stopped loving, but you were stood up on the day that was supposed to be the most special of all days for you.

——————————

It’d been three months or so. You chose to avoid FP at all costs and it seemed he wasn’t intent on seeing you either. As mad as you wanted to be, you could only be so mad because in some way, you still loved him.

And you hated it. You hated it with just about every fiber of your being. You wanted to curse him and move on but on some nights, you would just sit in your place and the tears would flow. You could never stop them and you just wished for it all to stop.

For the hurt to go away.

Jughead was caught in the middle. He had been so mad at his dad that day and when a month later you had told him about your pregnancy, he had gotten madder. He loved his dad, he did, but he also loved you both together and this entire thing was hell for him.

But you made him swear not to tell FP. You wanted to do that. At least, you wanted to when you were ready to face him. You still couldn’t do it and until then you were going to live your life.

You went to the doctor, but it wasn’t a routine checkup. You were going to find out the sex of the baby and you were ecstatic about it. Part of you thought about keeping it a secret but you couldn’t wait to find out.

Only, when you walked into the clinic you wanted nothing more than to leave. “Y/N, wait!” FP called when you had already begun to turn on your heels.

“What?” You snapped back, glad the clinic was empty except for the receptionist who quickly went to check some files.

“You weren’t going to tell me?”

“Like you deserve to know,” you scoffed, glaring into his eyes. “And for your information, I was planning to.” You pushed past him and went up to the receptionist, ready to check in.

The receptionist pointed out the door for you to go into and you gave FP one last glance. You began down the hallway. “Wait.” You froze at the sound of his voice. “Just...let me come with you.”

Perhaps you were too soft, or perhaps it was the love you still held for him, but your gaze wasn’t as hardened as you gave him a nod and continued down the hallway.

“I wasn’t with Alice,” FP announced the moment you stepped into the empty room. You simply continued forward and sat down, waiting for the doctor’s arrival. “Y/N?”

“I heard you,” you bit back. “That doesn’t excuse the fact you left me at the altar.” You crossed your arms over your chest, before setting a hand on your bare stomach. This ultrasound was supposed to be exciting but now you just wanted it to be over. “I don’t even get why you’re here.”

“Jughead told me the appointment was today.”

“Of course he did,” you sighed, not surprised that Jughead had cracked and told his father. Perhaps he hoped it would fix everything, this moment, but you felt that was just a little bit too wrong.

“I,” FP began, seeming to struggle with his own words, “thought you deserved better. Than me.”

You cast him a cold glare that had a deep sorrow to it. “I loved you.” FP glanced down toward the floor tiles. “I still do,” you muttered under your breath, earning another glance from FP.

It was then that the doctor entered. The tension was definitely high in the room but you were just eager to get it over with. “Hello,” the doctor greeted cheerfully, not sensing the atmosphere. “Are you the father?” FP didn’t respond, and neither did you. “Right, okay! Let’s get to it.”

The gel was applied to your stomach as you continued to avoid FP’s stare. Then, in an instant, your anger and sadness had washed away at the sight of the baby on the ultrasound screen. Maybe you couldn’t fully make out the baby but it was there nonetheless and you knew it.

“Congratulations,” the doctor began, looking toward you both, “it’s a boy.” You let out a soft laugh, letting that wash over you. You had no guesses about what it was going to be, but you certainly couldn’t be happier.

You glanced toward FP, noticing the tears brimming his eyes. As the doctor began to clean up and leave, you chuckled lightly, “The Great FP crying? Who would’ve thought?” FP playfully rolled his eyes at you as he seemed to stumble for words. “We’re not naming him Forsythe Pendleton Jones IV.”

“We’re?” FP asked with a soft laugh of both amusement and disbelief.

“Yes, we’re,” you repeated, sending him a slight smile. “I’m still mad at you and we definitely have problems to work out, but I do love you and this is your baby. I’m not doing this alone, I’ll have you know.” FP couldn’t help the smile on his face before he crashed his lips against yours.

You both certainly had a lot of work to do, but one thing was for certain.

You loved him.

Scowling

Brett Talbot x Hale!Reader

Warning: Family Drama but it’s the Hales, I mean ofc

Summary: A worried older brother leads you to angrily watch your boyfriend at lacrosse practice.

Requested by anonymous

Prompts:

72. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

short and sweet??? idk

Drama in your family was far from a surprise. In fact, it was sort of a given. Being a Hale came with its own connotations and you held to deal with them since you were young.

Cora was your fraternal twin sister and when the fire occurred, she had helped you escape the house. You both had then fled, determined to stay together. But when you had gotten back to Beacon Hills to find out your older brother, Derek, was still alive, things changed.

Not only did you want to stay in Beacon Hills but you wanted to help out Scott and his friends as much as possible. Needless to say, your siblings—who had always treated you like a baby in need of protecting like everyone in your family—weren’t too keen on the idea but they trusted Scott.

You had gotten into a fight with Derek just recently. While Cora had gone and left Beacon Hills, Derek had come back in the wake of a supposed Deadpool. It was a list of the supernaturals in Beacon Hills as well as a price for their head.

You were on it.

You turned up to Devonford Prep with a scowl permanently planted on your face. You flopped down onto the open bleachers and watch with little interest as the lacrosse team is in the midst of practice. It didn’t take long for the practice to pause and for your boyfriend, Brett, to jog over to you.

“Y/N?” He asked, clearly surprised to see you. “What are you doing here? You don’t usually show up until the end of practice.” He walked up and took the open seat beside you. You felt like you’re radiating irritation but you couldn’t help it.

“I’m angry, but what’s new?” You questioned with a cynical tone as your scowl seemed to deepen. Brett moved to sit on the bleacher a step lower, turning around to face you. “You can’t help, if you’re wondering.”

“Just smile,” he said, looking up at you, “I really need to see you smile right now.” As he took your hands in his, you couldn’t help it as your lips tugged upward. “There it is.”

“Derek wants me to leave town,” you scoffed, interlocking your fingers with his in an effort to keep calm. “I know this Deadpool thing is dangerous and all, but I’m not a kid!” Brett chuckled lightly, prompting your brows to furrow. “What?”

“They’re pretty serious about this money thing, Y/N.”

“And I’m serious about staying here!” You retorted with a pout. You sighed finally, pulling your hands from his and cupping his face. “You can’t make me leave either.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he responded before connecting your lips. You both ignored the few wolf-whistles from the team as you pulled apart. “Derek just cares about you, I think you’re going to have to deal with that.”

“I don’t like when you’re right,” you whined, scrunching your nose up as Brett got to his feet. A whistle sounded, signaling that practice was continuing. “Go and be athletic.” Brett smiled softly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead before going to rejoin the team.

You watched the lacrosse team continue practice, a small smile on your face.

Following a Lead

Liam Dunbar x Reader

Warning: Mention of Parental Death, Getting Kicked Out, Vodka

Summary: It’s two a.m when Liam gets an unexpected visitor at his house. One that intends to stay the night. (Hint: it’s you)

Requested by @tailah-haderson-gilbert

Prompts:

6. “I need a place to stay.”

16. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

24. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka!”

31. “I haven’t slept in ages.”

59. “I could punch you right now.”

these prompts fit so well together im, also lowkey enjoyed whatever character i just constructed here?? trAGIC BACKSTORY? IS THAT YOU?

You knew it was late. The way the crescent moon peered through the trees and the empty streets were a dead give away. The town was quiet, even for Beacon Hills. Especially for Beacon Hills, actually.

You walked along the sidewalk, the sleeves of your maroon hoodie acting as the only thing barring you against the cold late autumn wind. When you spotted his house, you let out a sigh of relief and bounded up the porch steps.

For a moment, as your hand hovered before the front door, you contemplated turning around and walking away. Perhaps Scott would be more open to letting you stay over but you didn’t know where he lived and it was already late enough.

You knocked against the front door, rubbing your arms as you tried to ignore the cold. When the door edged open and you saw Liam peek out, you gave him a soft appreciative smile. “Y/N?” He asked, clearly confused.

“Liam, hey!” you greeted cheerily, well as cheery as you could be. “I need a place to stay.” Liam looked at you confused for a moment, but it was two a.m and he definitely didn’t have to energy to reject you.

He side stepped, allowing you to enter his house. You smiled thankfully as you stepped inside, gazing about the warm house. “Can I ask why?”

You pondered his question for a moment. It was a long story but you trusted Liam and he did ask. “Well,” you began, “I thought I had found a lead...on my mom’s killer.” Liam, tired as he may be, continued listening. “I was out, like, all day following it. When I got home, about an hour ago, I ran into my dad. He yelled at me for looking into it, saying ‘the past is the past’ and I argued back, of course. Things got intense and he told me to get out.”

You glanced away from Liam, not interested in seeing his reaction as you looked about the house. His parents weren’t around so you could only assume they were probably asleep. “Uh, sorry...that that, uh, happened.” Liam definitely didn’t know what to say to you but you didn’t blame him. You offered a smile in response. “You can stay in my room, just don’t be loud? I don’t think I’m allowed to have you over...at two a.m.”

“Probably not,” you mused as Liam led the way to his room. You trotted after him, almost immediately collapsing onto his bed once you saw it in your line of sight. “Ah. Comfort.”

“Yeah, okay,” Liam sighed softly to himself as he sat down at his desk. He wiped his tired eyes as he watched you toss and turn onto his bed for a moment, before going still. Presumably, you were falling asleep. Liam spun around in his desk chair for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should get up.

The only reason he even answered the door was because he had been in the kitchen to get a drink of water. Now he had you in his room and no water. He leant his elbow on the arm of his chair, resting his head in his hand as he too drifted off.

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Liam was startled awake by sounds coming from the kitchen. His eyes darted to his empty bed and the wide open bedroom door. Instinctively, he scrambled to his feet and dashed into the kitchen to find you sat on the kitchen counter.

A package of chocolate chips was laid beside you and a large bottle of vodka in your hands as you stared at Liam like a deer caught in headlights. Liam’s eyes went wide as he whipped his head toward the clock and back at you. “It’s six o’clock!” He yelled in a hushed tone.

“Yes, it is!” You yelled back, mimicking his tone. You shook your head as you began to unscrew the lid to the vodka. But Liam snatched it from your hands before you could finish. “Hey!” You exclaimed with a pout.

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka!” Liam scolded you as he adjusted the cap and went to put it back where his parents had kept it. You stuck your tongue out at him as you grabbed the cookies. Liam, once again, took them from your grasp.

You gasped aloud. “I could punch you right now,” you hissed as you hopped off the counter and reached out for them but Liam stepped away before you could. “I haven’t eaten like anything, all day! Besides cereal!”

“Can you be quiet?!” Liam asked desperately, glancing down the hall fearfully. He didn’t want his parents to wake up to find you in the kitchen, that wouldn’t go well for sure. You narrowed your eyes at him as you crossed your arms over your chest, waiting for the return of the chocolate chips. “Wha-what are you even doing out here? You were sleeping.”

You scoffed, “I haven’t slept in ages.” Suddenly your tone went from childish to something much more cynical and dark. Liam looked at you with evident concern. “Not since I’ve begun looking into my mom’s death anyway. The cops never found anything. You can’t tell me that’s not weird.”

“Well yeah, but Y/N-“

“I know she was killed for a reason and I’m willing to bet it had something to do with the supernatural. I just need to figure out how,” you explained with a small shrug. Liam looked over you for a moment before jutting the cookies out toward you. Your eyes lit up. “Are you letting me have them?!” Liam’s eyes widened. “Quiet. Right,” you smiled, lowering your tone as you trotted down the hall back to Liam’s room.

Liam followed you, shutting the door behind you both. You took a seat on the edge of his bed, happily munching on the cookies. “You’re going to have to be out of here by noon. My step-dad will be at work and my mom has to go shopping and-“

“Sorry for stealing your bed, by the way,” you cut him off. “I ended up just stealing your bed and I didn’t even sleep. I tried and then I was just on my phone for...four hours? Wow, sorry,” you muttered apologetically as you extended the cookie package out to him. “Cookie?”

“Oh, thanks.” Liam took a cookie as he spun around in his chair for a moment. “Maybe Scott and Stiles could...look into your mom’s murder? I’m not saying they could do a lot but Stiles is always kind of ready to solve a mystery and if it’s the supernatural-“ Liam trailed off, noticing the grin you were giving him. “W-what?”

“You’re sweet,” you told him, almost not noticing the blush on his cheeks once you had said that.

“Well, I just...Y/N...you’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

Fatherhood

Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader (Modern!)

Warning: parenting, children!!

Summary: Bellamy Blake is a man of many talents, but parenting maybe more of a challenge than he thought. Luckily, his wife seems fairly capable. 

Requested by @expectosel

Prompts: 

9. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

10. “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

13. “I lost our baby.”

29. “How is my wife more badass than me?”

37. “Welcome to fatherhood.”

99. “How could you forget your son’s birthday?”

It was a late summer afternoon and you were hard at work in the kitchen. It was a special occasion and you were trying your hardest to bake a cake. To be perfectly clear, it was your son, Charlie’s, first birthday.

Maybe you were crazy for wanting to celebrate it even if he wouldn’t remember it, but you wanted to acknowledge it somehow. Sure, he wouldn’t really be able to eat the cake—perhaps only a little off of a spoon or your finger—but you had invited some of your friends to come and celebrate with you.

“Hey, Bell!” You called out, knowing he was busy in the living room with your son.

Bellamy was sat on the living room floor with Charlie on all fours a few feet away, babbling at him. “Yeah?” He called back, watching Charlie with a light smile.

“Can you come here?” you asked, continuing to stir together the cake batter. It was still a little lumpy and you couldn’t have that. Bellamy smiled happily towards Charlie before getting to his feet.

Charlie reached for his boot as Bellamy walked around the couch, spotting you through the serving window at the stove. He leaned up against the counter and cleared his throat, causing you to turn around.

You licked the batter off of your thumb—the cake batter wasn’t supposed to be eaten raw but it was too delicious to bother you—as Bellamy quirked an eyebrow. “Why are you making a cake?”

“Because it’s a special occasion,” you chuckled, assuming Bellamy was simply messing around but his continued confused expression made you panic. Your face fell. “Charlie’s birthday!” Bellamy’s eyes widened. “How could you forget your son’s birthday?!”

“What?! No!” Bellamy exclaimed quickly, noticing how you were fuming. “I didn’t mean it like that! I just...he’s one. I didn’t think he could really...eat cake.”

Your shoulders relaxed as you let out a relieved sigh, glad that Bellamy hadn’t acted forgotten. Perhaps you had reacted too quickly but you didn’t have Charlie just so Bellamy could forget his birthday. “He’ll have a spoonful of my slice. The rest will be for our friends,” you explained with a shrug. “Speaking of! I wanted you to text everyone and make sure they were still coming.”

“That I can do,” Bellamy promised as you nodded and went back to the cake mixing bowl. Bellamy turned on his heels and his eyes immediately went to where he had left Charlie. Only, Charlie wasn’t there.

Bellamy Blake didn’t get panicked, but this was panic. Bellamy’s eyes darted around the room, Charlie nowhere in sight. He knew Charlie could crawl, but crawl away? “Uh, babe,” Bellamy began. You noticed the worried tone as you turned around. Bellamy turned away from the couch and toward you. “I lost our baby.”

“What?!” You exclaimed, the spoon clattering out of your hand and back into the bowl. You dashed around the counter, worry filling you. “How did you lose-“ Your yelling fell silent as you cast your eyes downward. “I hate you. I really do.”

Without another word, you headed back into the kitchen and resumed your baking. “W-what?”

“He’s by your feet, hon.” You told him, with a soft amused shake of your head. Bellamy looked down to spot Charlie sat by his boots, playing with the laces. Bellamy let out a soft sigh as he knelt down and scooped Charlie up into his arms.

“You’re a real rascal, aren’t you?” Bellamy asked with a light sigh as Charlie blubbered in response. He looked up to his father and let out a muse of words you couldn’t make out. You cast a glance over your shoulder watching the two. “You want your fire truck?”

Bellamy moved around the couch, picking up the tiny red toy and putting it into his son’s hands. “Thank!” Charlie exclaimed in response, tapping the toy against his father’s chest.

“Are you excited to eat cake?” Bellamy asked but Charlie just waved his hand with the truck in it around. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Bellamy chuckled softly before turning back to the kitchen to spot you watching him. “What?”

“Having fun?” You wondered, setting the spoon back into the bowl as you made your way around the counter.

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids,” Bellamy mused as you quirked an eyebrow as you stood in front of him with crossed arms.

“You already have one,” you told him as you took the bouncing Charlie out of his arms, “and she wants you to do what she asked.” Before Bellamy could reply, you spun on your heels and headed into the kitchen. You resumed your baking with Charlie on your hip. He was on about something that Bellamy couldn’t hear while you were humming in response, continuing your work.

“How is my wife more badass than me?” Bellamy wondered under his breath, watching you in awe. While he had managed to lose his kid in a matter of minutes, here you were multitasking like no big deal. Yeah, he was in awe and he loved you for it. And perhaps a bit envious.

-

The night was rather eventful. From Charlie getting covered in cake—which you had to bathe him for—to Raven buying him the nosiest toy to Lincoln and Octavia offering to babysit at a moment’s notice—you’re quite sure Octavia is ready to steal Charlie—you had a lot of fun.

Once the night wound down, you found yourself exhausted. After putting Charlie to bed in a room away, you found yourself nestled into Bellamy’s side eager to sleep.

As you began to drift off, you heard the echoing wail of Charlie wide awake. “Go get him,” you murmured into Bellamy’s chest before pulling away from him so he could get up.

“Me?” Bellamy asked groggily, definitely just as tired as you.

“Welcome to fatherhood, babe,” you mused, rolling onto your side.

“Can’t we just let him cry so he can get used to falling asleep?” Bellamy questioned. You knew he was just trying to get out of doing it but you were too comfy to even think about getting up.

“Yeah, when I’m already asleep. Go,” you ordered, beginning to bury your face into a pillow. Bellamy didn’t move and you could tell. Charlie was still crying and you weren’t about to move. “Go,” you repeated lifting your head to look at him. “Go. Leave. Soothe your son. Go. You’re banished, go.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” Bellamy scoffed, playing offended.

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to play along. “It will be your bed—once you get back.” You smirked softly at him as you kicked his legs away from you and nestled back into your pillow.

Bellamy sighed before you felt the weight shift on your bed as he shuffled down the hall. It was a solid thirty minutes before he came back to your room, the crying having ceased. You had fallen asleep like Charlie had and Bellamy smiled fondly at your figure, right as he heard the loud wails once more. Bellamy sighed once again, glancing back down the hall and at your sleeping figure which he didn’t want to wake.

“Yeah, welcome to fatherhood,” he hummed before going to soothe Charlie once more so you could sleep peacefully.

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