#he deserves his own tag cause the locket makes me laugh too much

[ladeldee]

This came to me in a vision and I needed to make it real

+ a bonus Ghostbur specifically because of this post

#bench trio #dsmp bench trio #Bee Duo #Dream Smp #Tommyinnit #he deserves his own tag cause the locket makes me laugh too much #Ghostbur #this is just a very fun lighthearted doodle :] #tnt duo

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

THINGS YOU MAKE ME DO

Prompt: Inspired by the song Things You Make Me Do by Devil Doll

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, angst, heart break, manipulation

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @ziasaph , @marlananicole , @akiko-tanaka , @wickedsunfire , @sassymox , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan , @auawdo , @lustyromantic , @babydee17 , @yungbludjazz360

Notes: This song is amazing, this band is amazing and I missed my main man, so enjoy lol ❤️ If you’d like to check out my other works, you can find them on my Masterlist 😉

I've got a secret plan to love you and I do so night and day

And I always stand right by you, have your back in every way

And you wish that I could save you and I wish that I could too

But if you cause too much pain for me I'll leave if I have to

He stood up from the hotel bed and began to get dressed, and as she stared at his figure, she wondered until when was she going to put up with this

But I think about you constantly all through the night and day

And I toss and turn in bed at night and hope it goes away

But it never does and when I wake and you're not next to me

I remember where you are, I hope your girl forgives me

“Are you leaving already?” She asked

“You know I have to” He looked at her “We can’t have people suspecting this” He motioned to the space between them “I would be fucked if they did” He scoffed

“Excuse me?” She asked, hurt by his lack of emotion “What do you mean by that?” She couldn’t have felt more offended, even if she chose to

“What, Y/N? Look, we fuck every once in a while, we have a good time but that’s it!” He chuckled, as he tied up his sneakers “Don’t try to turn this into something that it isn’t” He stood up

“Like what?” She asked angrily

“You know what? I’ll see you later” He winked, and walked out the door of her hotel room

Do I need you?

You seem to think I do

Can't seem to see through anything that you do

Oh, ooohhh, the things you make me do

Y/N was walking down one of the dark arena hallways, when a pair of strong arms grabbed her from behind, pushing her inside of one of the locker rooms

“Aren’t you gonna talk to me?” He asked, with his lips glued to her ear

“No, and let me go! I have work to do”

“You’ve been ignoring me for three days straight! Why is that, baby?” As his lips made contact with her skin, trailing down her neck

“Roman, just let me go. This is not the place and DEFINITELY not the time”

“I miss you” He whispered “Y/N, baby, you hurt my feelings when you treat me like this” He buried his face in her hair and caressed her body softly

She scoffed “As if you had any”

“Hey” He turned her around so she could face him “What’s the attitude about?” He looked into her eyes, and saw the resentment they held

“Is this because of what I said in your hotel room?” He sighed

“If you know, then why play dumb?” She spat

“C’mon Y/N, I’m sorry, ok?” He hugged her waist “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m an asshole! Please forgive me?” He pouted “Please, baby? I hate when you get mad at me” He begged with his eyes

“You don’t deserve it, you know” She crossed her arms in front of her chest

“Don’t be such a bitter bitch...It’s hotter when you’re MY bitch” He teased

When she tried to hold back a cackle, he knew he had won again

I should know better than to follow your lead wherever you go

Through the raging rivers, stones and alley ways we go

Sometimes I wonder if you really know where you take me to

But your radio is on so loud I can't get through to you

But if everything's ok with you then it's ok with me

You are such a little boy with you're big philosophy

But I'm not a little girl, I am a woman, don't you know?

I'm packing up my toys, I don't want to play anymore

“I don’t want to do this anymore” She said, watching him turn around and get dressed again - as he did every time.

“What are you talking about?” He frowned, as he looked for his shirt

“I don’t want to see you anymore, I’m done with this bullshit”

“You’re breaking up with me?” He laughed, in disbelief

“Well technically, in order to break up with someone you need to be with them in the first place”

“Not this again” He rolled his eyes in annoyance “Why do you always have to get feelings involved, huh? For fucks sake, can’t you ENJOY a one night stand like everybody else?” He threw his hands up in the air

“One night stand?” She widened her eyes in surprise “Do you call fucking almost every night for two years straight a ‘one night stand’ ?”

“Sexually speaking, we couldn't be any more compatible if we tried - so what the fuck do you want me to do? You’re a good fuck to me and I’m a good fuck to you! Why would I search in clubs and bars for something I have next door?” He tugged on his hair out of frustration “I don’t have to date you to like you, Y/N” He sat down beside her on the bed, and caressed her face delicately “You know I like you, don’t you, baby?”

“Yeah I know” She slapped his hand away “You like me when your dick is inside of me”

“Y/N” He sighed

“Get the fuck out” She kicked him on his lower back, in a repeated attempt to shove him out of the bed “Get out!”

“I’m leaving!” He said, grabbing his jacket

“Out!” She threw one of her heels at him, and her aim made it so it nailed him sharply in the hip

“I said I’m fucking leaving” He grabbed the door handle “Crazy bitch!” He said loudly enough for her to hear as he left

But what he didn’t hear were her sobs, which lasted the entire weekend

Do I need you?

You seem to think I do

Can't seem to see through anything that you do

Oh, ooohhh, the things you make me do

Six months had passed. Y/N had transferred to Smackdown, leaving Roman and all of their bitter memories together with Monday Night Raw, and for once in her life, is truly happy. That night, as she approached her car in the parking lot, she spotted none other than Roman himself leaning against the drivers’ door of her vehicle

And how can you smile at me when you know just what you can do

And it's not fair to me cause you know that I can never have you

How can you make me feel so good but then you make me feel so bad

You know that you are the baddest love that I've never had

“Hi, baby” He smiled sheepishly “I missed you” He tried to hug her, but she dismissed him

*It’s not going to be as easy as I thought* He mentally said to himself

“Can I talk to you for a minute? I wanted to apolog-”

“What are you doing here, Roman?” She asked sharply

“I got transferred to Smackdown”

“Good for you” She nodded once and continued “Now, if you excuse me, I’m really tired” She pointed towards her car

“Y/N” He cupped her cheek “Please, just hear me out? I regret everything I did, baby. I mean it! I should have never treated you like that, you don’t deserve it! You’re a beautiful, smart, sexy woman and it was a huge mistake to take you for granted” He brushed his lips softly against hers “Tell me you forgive me, I beg you, please, baby”

“I forgive you and then what? Everything goes back to what it used to be? You treating me like shit? No, Roman. This is not fair to me” She shook her head

“And you’re absolutely right! That will NEVER happen again! I give you my word, baby. Just give me one more chance and I promise I’ll make it up to you” His long fingers stroked the back of her neck lightly, making her miss what they once had.

That was until her phone rang, and the first chords of the Davy Jones Locket song echoed through the parking lot, remembering her of what she had now.

She smiled, as the song continued “No, I have to go” She took his hand off her face and entered the car to go meet the owner of that ringtone.

I've got my own man now, he treats me the way that you never could

And now you're all like "I should’ve, could’ve, would..."

But I'm afraid you've missed the train, you were too busy playing games

And now our story comes to an end, you ain't my lover or my friend

And when I am walking down the aisle oh so happily

Then you'll be saying "it could’ve, should’ve been me."

“Rumor has it, you’re getting married” Roman said, leaning against her office’s door

“Wow, news travels fast in this business, huh?” She answered, not paying too

much attention to him

“Can I see the ring?”

“Why? Want to buy a new one for your wife?” She scoffed

He decided to ignore her tone “Can I know who the lucky guy is?”

“Will it change anything if you do?” She continued to read her papers

“Can you stop answering my questions with other questions?”

“Will you stop asking me personal questions then?”

He chuckled softly “I missed that acid humor of yours”

“What do you want Roman?” She glared at him

“Your happiness” But this time, he meant it

“Now, that’s a bad taste joke” She laughed bitterly

“I know you don’t believe me, but I do”

“Right” She said dismissively

“Can you tell me who it is?”

“I figure, if you know I’m getting married then you also know who the groom is. Why hear old news again?”

“It’s Drew, isn’t it?” He asked defeatedly

She sighed “Yes, Roman. It’s Drew, are you happy now?”

“When is the wedding?”

“October. Why are you suddenly so interested in my love life?”

“I need to know how much time I have to kidnap you before you commit the biggest mistake of your life” He joked, but deep down, he meant it

“I’m pretty sure I’ve already committed that one” She said, intentionally making eye contact with him

“I love you, Y/N. Always have”

“You have a funny way of showing it” She murmured

“I’m sorry, babe...but I felt trapped. I didn’t knew how to express what I was feeling and I was so confused” He locked his gaze with hers “I would do everything different now, I swear I would”

She ignored his pleading eyes, and returned her gaze to her paperwork “I’m afraid that time is gone, Roman...There’s nothing left to do”

If you need me, I will not hear thee

Stay away from me, trying to decieve me

Oh, oh, ohhh the things you make me do

Oh the things you'll never make me do

Oh the things you’ll never make me do

Roses are red, violets are blue and so are you

One year later, Y/N is gathering her personal belongings from her office, her pregnancy doesn’t allow her to travel with the company any more, so she’s going to be working only from her home office for the foreseeable future. A knock on her door made her look up

“I heard the stork will be visiting you soon” Roman said

“Yeah, apparently she will”

“How far along are you?” He approached her carefully

“Just turned four months”

“Baby is popping out of nowhere, huh? Until a week ago you had no bump at all, and now” He reached his hand to touch her belly, but stopped midway

“It’s okay, Ro, you can touch it” She encouraged him

He smiled widely and rested his big hand against her tiny bump

“Do you know what you’re having?” He asked softly

“Girl” She smiled brightly “Regan”

“Even got her a name already? Damn baby, you’re fast- Sorry I shouldn’t have called you that” He said weakly

“It’s ok, don’t worry about it” She tried to hide the nostalgia the pet name brought to her

“I wish...” He trailed off

“Don’t. Don’t go there, please”

“You can still run away with me, you know?” He smirked, teasingly

“I’m sure you would look great holding a female version of Drew” She tried to joke

“As long as you birth it, I don’t care who made it. Although I wish it was me” He tried, one last time

“Maybe in another life, Ro” She smirked sadly, as she reached the door

“Do you promise?” He asked

“I’ll see you around” Smiling widely, she made her way out the arena doors, leaving him behind, for the second time (in that life).

But who knows what can happen in the next one?...

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[forever-trapped-in-my-dreams]

Falling

Title: Falling

Characters: Dean x Reader

Summary: After a particularly difficult hunt, the reader has a panic attack and Dean comes to help her.

Word Count: 1100 (I SWEAR I WAS TRYING TO DO A DRABBLE)

Warnings: tw panic attack, angst, comfort, a little fluffy at the end

a/n: This was a little thing that I came up with after I had a panic attack and the people around me, the people I love, didn’t even try to help me. So this is mostly for me. But if you enjoy it, please consider leaving some feedback telling me what you liked about it. :)

    She didn’t know what caused it, what had set her off. Maybe it was the fact that she had missed breakfast that morning. Or that she had barely gotten four hours of sleep the night before. It could have been the bloody corpses of the family that she had failed to save.

    Who knew at this point? It didn’t matter anyways. The only thing that mattered now was holding herself together until she could get away from the Winchester brothers and shatter into a million pieces.

    And forget about someone picking up the shards. She wasn’t about to show how much she was struggling, especially not around Sam and Dean. They would just leave her in the empty bunker all alone to ‘rest’ while they continued hunting.

    She was in the backseat of the Impala, staring out the window at the cold street lights flashing by. All was silent as everyone felt the weight of the failure pressing down in them. She had let that family die. Feeling her eyes welling up, she remembered the little voice of the youngest son, asking if the monsters would be coming back for them.

    She had told him not to worry before you left to go find the bones of the ghost that was haunting the family. A simple salt and burn.

    But the ghost had attached to the locket that the mother, the sister of the deceased, wore. It came after her, killing the rest of her family in the process.

And it was her fault.

She could have – no – should have done better. If she had stayed with the family like Sam had suggested instead of insisting on going with them to burn the bones, she could have saved them.

The boys didn’t hesitate when she had asked if she could be the one to light the locket ablaze.

And here she sat in the back of the impala, waiting for the ride back to the bunker to just be over. The second the impala pulled into the garage, she snatched her bag out of the seat beside her and nearly sprinted all the way to her room.

She knew that the brothers were most likely casting looks at each other, pitying her, but she didn't care. Let them think that she was weak. She just needed to get away from them before she fell apart.

Her door shut with a loud thud, and she leaned up against it. She felt a lump in her throat as she tried to take deep breaths, to keep her heart beat steady. It didn't seem to be working, evidenced by the fact that tears were flowing down her cheeks unchecked.

A soft knock came from the door. She opened her mouth to tell whichever of her absurdly perfect friends that was knocking to go away, but she couldn’t seem to remember how to breathe.

“Hey... Y/N… You alright in there?” Of course it was Dean. He must have heard her soft crying through the door, because he began to bang harder with his fist. “Y/N?” When the only reply she gave him was more silence he called, “I’m coming in.”

She was on the floor; she hadn’t even made it three paces into the room before collapsing. Her eyes were bloodshot, and tears covered her face. Dean squatted beside her and rubbed her back, making soothing sounds as she struggled to take in oxygen.

“Hey, breathe.” He placed one of her hands on her chest and the other on his own. “Just match my rhythm.”

She was falling…

falling…

falling.…

The tears persisted long after Dean entered the room, and his presence did nothing to quell them. However, she was soothed slightly by the knowledge that someone, a warm, soft, comforting someone, was beside her, attempting to carry some of the burden along with her.

When the tears slowed to a trickle, she sniffed, and lifted her head off of Dean’s shoulder. She didn’t remember putting it there, but now she was reluctant to move.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. He shook his head.

“What do you need to be sorry for, sweetheart?” His voice was low as he brushed her hair from her face. “You’re obviously having a hard time.”

“Yeah, but I should have been able to take care of it myself.” She sat up so that she was cross-legged, facing Dean. “You shouldn’t have to help me through this.”

“Okay, hold up. Where is this comin’ from? Where did you get this idea that you had to do this alone?” Dean’s voice was still soft, gentle.

Y/N tucked her chin down to her chest and fiddled with her hands. “I-- uh… well….”

Dean used his hand to lift her chin up so that she was looking at him. “You don’t have to tell me, if you aren’t up for it. But listen, you don’t have to go through these things alone.”

She could feel her eyes welling up again. “Dean…”

“C’mere.” He pulled her into his chest as tear silently fell down her cheeks.

“Why are you so good to me?” Her voice was quiet, almost silent.

“Are you blind? Y/N, you’re one of the kindest, sweetest people I’ve ever met. You make everyone around you try to be the best they can, just so they can be good enough to deserve your smile.”

“Dean, why are you telling me all this?” She pulled her head off his shoulder.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He looked at the ceiling. “I’m tryin’ to tell you that I really like you. So if you ever need help with anything, don’t hesitate.”

A soft blush covered her cheeks. “I really like you too, Dean.”

“Good. ‘Cause I was having a hard time keeping that to myself. See? We’re helping each other out already.” He smiled at her as she giggled softly. “Next time, don’t hide. Let me help you.”

“Only if you let me help you,” she said. He made a face at her, but she continued to stare him down. “Don’t pretend like you never have a hard time.” He sighed, finally relenting.

“Fine.” He stood up and reached a hand down to help her up. “You want some pie?” He asked. “I think we might have some in the fridge.”

“Sure,” she smiled. Before they left the room, she looked in the mirror as she passed. “Oh god,” she rubbed at her puffy eyes. “I’m a mess.”

“Nah. I think you look great.” Dean laughed. Y/N punched him playfully.

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[ladieslovingladiesandfics]

I Burn (All Those I Touch)

Anon asked: Can you write a story about Shield rescuing reader from being used any longer as a Hydra weapon because their telekinetic ability and fighting skills. Hydra has had reader since they were a toddler and don't even use her real name just a number. Now that they're free they escape Shield and start hunting/killing all Hydra in a form of revenge am while running from Shield. ( I couldn't fit it all in 500 so (1/2)

The team has to stop her as she’s becoming dangerous and more unstable, then during a blur of bloodlust and insanity from reader Jemma stops them with words and just a hug because they had grown to like each other deeply while reader was in containment (This the rest I couldn’t fit hehe (2/2) HEY AND I HOPE YOU’RE HAVING AN AWESOME DAY NOOT NOOT, I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH

Awww babes thanks! I’m sorry this took so damn long to write! I hope ya like it!

Like I said, I’m gonna change the powers and other things because:

A.) I’m listening to RWBY soundtracks and I had ideas

B.) I read some faerytales, playing some games, and had....ideas....lots of ideas.....

C.) Make it sound less like Stockholm Syndrome and give Reader and Jemmy more moments of sweet stuff ya know?

Warning: Blood, angst, gay shit, Jemmy being Jemmy, death, gore, etc. This is horrible I’m so sorry.

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There was no such thing as a happy ever after for you.

You who had been with HYDRA since you were young, you who was cursed, you who could control the fire like it was art, you who was raised to be a weapon, and you…who was a monster.

But this was fine.

This was fine.

Because Jemma was not here; and she cannot see you and your ugliness.

“Welcome to the team, Y/N.” Coulson smiles, a badge in his hand, outstretched to you.

You blink, staring down at the palm and the badge, shyly taking the piece of metal, shaking his hand as well. You smile a tiny but fond smile. “It’s good to be here, Coulson.”

“See, Y/N, I told you he’d agree to have you on our team!” Jemma brings you into an embrace, the widest smile upon your lips. “I knew you weren’t a bad person, no matter what HYDRA has done to you.”

Your lips tug into an even wider smile, while Daisy and Fitz share a knowing look between them. She was so small, so tiny, a kind girl, she didn’t deserve to be here…or near you. “Thanks Simmons.”

Her smiles becomes brighter, and her hands finds yours, holding them tightly in hers. “As your handler, I promise that we will find a cure for your curse. I promise.”

Oh…oh how wish you it could be true.

The crimson copper dots your fangs, the taste oh so thrilling, you lick your lips, sitting against a wall in a lone alley, eyes closed as you think.

HYDRA deserved to die. They did so many horrible things to you, to your family…

To Jemm- Simmons. Miss Simmons.

You couldn’t forgive them. Not now. Not ever.

“Good morning, Y/N.”

You perk up to the sound of the familiar biochemist, a tray in her hands and a kind smile upon her lips. “I brought you breakfast .” A simple but hearty one, with your favorite warm beverage in a steaming mug.

You groan, sitting up in your bed, rubbing your sore head. Ow. “How long was I out?”

“Only a few hours, you were exhausted during the night. Snoring up a storm, Y/N.” she places the tray on the side table, pulling up a chair to sit by you. “How are you feeling? You seem sore.” She hands you the mug first, and you sip it, letting out a sigh of happiness and relief. “May didn’t rough you up too much did she?”

You blink, staring up at Jemma with doe eyes and shake your head. “Nope. I just hope she’s alright…my…my powers didn’t hurt her, did they?” because you were worried you burnt her.

“What? No! May is just fine.” Jemma answers with a kind smile. “Her burns are healing and they were only minor, she’s up and tossing around with new agents as we speak. We can go visit her if you like.” Oh sweet and oh so kind, you didn’t deserve her. You can’t be here, because you were a monster. A tool. A weapon.

You needed to leave.

But with every smile she gives you, every laugh you two share, every ounce of her heart that she gives you…it becomes harder and harder to leave.

“We’ll find her, Simmons.” Daisy places a hand on Jemma’s shoulder, squeezing it. “We’ll find her, we’ll bring her home.”

The doctor wipes the tears from her eyes, turning to her best friend. “It’s my fault.” She weeps. “If…if I was strong I could have prevented this.” And seeing the bodies, charred and eaten alive…it sickened her. What drove Y/N to do this? How could she have let this happen?! She was your handler! The person who was going to help you find a cure for your affliction, and yet she let this happened!

It all fell upon her.

She should have been more careful.

She should have protected you more.

“Y/N?” Jemma heard muffled screams from your room, rushing over as fast as her legs could carry her, ICER in hand. “Y/N!” she calls out for you again. Without hesitation she opens the door, seeing you clutch your chest in agony, tossing and turning on the bed.

It hurts.

It was like the fires were burning you, your heart, and it may give out.

“Y/N! Y/N! Talk to me!” the pistol falls, and her hands are on your shoulders, trying to stop you from shaking and screaming. “Y/N! I’m right here! Tell me what is wr-“ the tattoo on your bare chest, right over your heart. No! Jemma! This was not the time to be distracted!

A rose, but covered with thorns. Strange, that wasn’t always there. What’s worse….it was glowing.

“Y/N! Stop! I’m right here! I’m here to help you!” Jemma takes your body into an embrace, holding you close against her chest. “I’m here, I’m here, it’s me, Jem-“ she screams the minute her back hits the wall, cold and hot at the same time. She stares up to you, your eyes which told untold agony, and sees your hand against the tattoo, hiding it from her. “Y/N?”

“I’m sorry, Jemma. I’m so sorry.” You press your lips to hers, fleeting and passionate. You grab your shirt and jacket, and leave.

Jemma slides down the wall, the scent of charred paper and wood tickling her nostrils. She touches her lips in horror, eyes wide. What just happened?

“Y/N!”

No!

Jemma stands in front of you, between you and the exit, ICER in hand, and tears in her eyes. Anger. Relief. All in between. She was glad to see you. A smile upon her tear stained face, she steps closer, and you step back. “I’ve missed you.”

NO!

“Jemma you need to leave!” your hand shoots up to your chest, it burns. The thorns dig into your heart, heating up and searing your body with pain. Flames lick at your skin, and you growl, unearthly, beastly. “Jemma, get out of here!”

“No! I’m not leaving you!” Two steps closer, five steps backwards. “You disappeared on us twice already, just…just please,” her voice was cracking. “Please, come back home.”

You shake your head, and your chest burns. “I can’t…I’m sorry.” And you run, jump, hiding yourself once more.

Jemma cries.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER!”

Her screams, Jemma’s screams, they cause your heart to scald and scorch even harder than before. You watch her blood drip down on to the floor, the HYDRA agent (your former handler, what the fuck was his name?) with a knife in hand, smirking. He was having the time of his life torturing her. The woman you cared for. Your current handler.

“I swear to you now I will kill you! I will fucking kill you, you crazy asshole!” you struggle against your binds, as the man laughs, digging a knife deeper into Jemma’s skin. Screams ring in your ears and you growl. “STOP!”

Chains crack, a section of the wall rips apart and you leap upon the man like an animal. Your fangs dig into his neck, blood surging out of the wound and you tear off his skin like it was wrapping paper on a present. No one, hurts Jemma.

No one.

“Y/N?” Frightened, tired, scared. You heard all of those emotions from her.

You glance up at her, tears in her eyes, fear accenting them. You spit out the piece of flesh and with the gentlest of hands, you rip Jemma’s cuffs apart. “Good bye.” And run.

“Jemma get down!” A beast was sent flying into the wall, crashing through cement as Elena runs by, grabbing the scientist and bringing her to safety.

Half eaten corpses lay on the ground, all from the beast itself.

It was big, bigger than all of the women combined. It stood tall like a man, but switched to a four-gaited dash. Eyes blood red, a lioness but with flames licking her maw and jaw and claws. A monster.

“What did it do to Y/N?” whispers Daisy, gearing up for another vibrational blast.

“I don’t know, but we need to get out of here, it’s not safe.” The Colombian says, protecting the biochemist with her own body.

A glint of silver, a pair of wide brown eyes, and Jemma chokes out with a sob, “Y/N?”

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” Jemma holds out a present to you, which you stare down at, like it was a bomb or something. “What? You don’t like it? How can you tell without opening it?”

“…Is this for me?” You point at yourself in confusion, cocking your head to the side. “No it’s for Daisy.” Sarcastically remarks the woman. “Of course it’s for you, I mean I’m giving it to you and it has your name on it.” Sure enough, the tag had your name on it.

To: Y/N

From: Jemma

You cautiously take the present from her, gingerly untying the ribbon and stare down at the small black box. Opening it you see a necklace, a small and simple silver chain with a locket on it. You open it and gasp, tears filling your eyes.

Your parents. The parents that were killed by the witch who cursed you at birth. The parents you never got to see again.

There were here, and that was their photo.

“Where? How? When?!” you hug the scientist before she gets a word out, and she laughs, hugging her back.

“I had Daisy help me find your family. We got a photo and I bought the necklace.” She answers, holding you tighter against her. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Thank you, Jemma. Thank you so much.” You cry into her shoulder, staining the fabric.

“Anything for you, Y/N. Anything for you.” She lets you go, smiling. “Now come on! We have a party to attend!”

“How the hell do you know it’s Y/N?” demands Elena. “It’s a giant lion thing on fire and it’s eating

people!”

“The necklace, I gave it to her.” Answers the scientist, hanging her ICER over to the speedy Inhuman, walking forward with bare hands. The Inhumans prepare themselves to get her out of there.

“Y/N. It’s you isn’t it?” she asks, holding out her hands to you. The closer she comes, the hotter it grows, and she feels sweat beading down her forehead. It was hot to touch the air, her skin was boiling. It was beyond painful.

But she would travel through hell just for you.

The beast growls, flame-covered tail flickering with anger. Gentle hands touch the cheeks of the now paralyzed beast, like it knew her. It hurts. The skin burns her, and Jemma? She only smiles through the pain. “Let’s go home, Y/N. I’m not afraid of you.” Her clothes become singed as she embraces you, tears evaporating the minute they appear. “I love you, Y/N. I accept you, and I will always be beside you.”

The heat dies, and a woman stands there, eyes wide and tears falling, mouth stained with blood…but there she was.

Y/N.

Jemma smiles, kissing your cheeks. “I’d kiss you on your lips but you have blood in them.”

You only laugh and cry at the same time, shaking your head. “I’ll brush my teeth extra this time…I promise.” You hug back, burying your face into her shoulder.

“Let’s go home, Y/N.”

“Okay…Jemma.”

#jemma simmons #jemma simmons imagine #jemma simmons x reader #jemma x reader

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Another Ghost in the Halls

Request: "I really love your stories!!! Can I request a Newt Scamander x Reader using the song "If I Die Young" by the Band Perry? Really angsty please?? I don't mind what you come up with, I just need angst!!!! Thank you! ❤️❤️😀"

Word Count: 3,072

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but also tagging @caseoffics @red-roses-and-stories @dont-give-a-bother @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly--canthrope

Newt sits next to the Black Lake, knees pressed to his chest, glasses slipping down his nose. He doesn’t bother adjusting them, though, doesn’t move a muscle even as the sun begins to set and stars begin their show for the night. He doesn’t move until an unfamiliar hand tugs on the sleeve of his arm, telling him to get up before they get the nurse.

Only then does he stand and tear his eyes from the Black Lake. It slurps, teasing him, calling him back over and over, cries growing fainter as he stumbles up the path.

“Yer lucky yer roommates let me know you were missing when they did. The grounds are no place to be when there’s a storm coming.”

Newt doesn’t respond to the comment. He doesn’t care what the professor has to say or if he’ll lose Hufflepuff house points.

“Not to mention the trouble yer already in will be compounded if yer caught outside yer common room at this hour.”

Newt once again shrugs off the comment, not worrying about any sort of repercussion. He deserves what Dippet has been threatening. Deserves that and more for what he has done.

The professor is heavier set, and he grunts as he guides Newt up the path. “I know ya’ say ya’ don’t want ta talk about this, but ya’ should find someone. Far as I understand it, you’ve another friend to talk ta?”

The words are sour in Newt’s mind. Yes, he had another friend. She’s gone, now, and he’s alone. “No.”

The professor squints down at him. “Ya’ sure? I’ve heard yer friendly with that Slytherin girl.”

Newt shakes his head, jaw clenching. “I don’t know any Slytherins.”

“Well, I coulda sworn.”

“You’d be wrong, then.” Newt says, words icy as they cut off the man’s sentence.

The professor seems to understand now as he falls silent, offering Newt an escort up paths that are all too familiar.

“Hurry up, the squid’s all squirmy!”

Newt’s pace quickens to match yours. “Don’t let him get away.”

“I won’t.” You promise, gnawing on the inside of your cheek as you focus on holding the squid in your hands. “I don’t think he likes this.”

“He belongs in the water.”

“For a giant squid, he’s a pretty tiny thing. Rather cute, actually.” You lift the beast to your face, making your own fish face at it and earning a laugh from Newt.

“You didn’t think he’d be cute?”

“Well, he’s a squid.”

“And?”

“Those aren’t necessarily cute. Now if you’d said something about a giant panda…”

Newt laughs once more, a charming sound that harmonizes with the gentle sloshes of the Black Lake. “I’m glad you’ve ranked them.”

You consider the question in your mind before you work up the guts to say it. “Were you to rank people in our class, who would come first?”

Newt glances at you, face as red as your own. “Hm?”

“You know, in terms of your favorites.”

“Oh.” He shoves his hands in his pockets. “I suppose you’d have to be first.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You smile to yourself. “You’d be first on my list, too.”

The two of you continue down the path, carrying a squid and enjoying each other’s company, an odd couple no one pays much attention to.

The doors to the Great Hall creak open as the professor’s grip tightens around Newt’s forearm. “What are ya’ thinking, boy?”

He doesn’t answer, lets silence stretch between them for a minute. Then he confesses, lets the words he has spent the past four days holding back free. “I should have done something more.”

He says the words to himself more than anything, but the professor hears him.

“Now it’s not right ta blame yerself, boy.”

Newt lets out a shaky breath and pushes his glasses up his nose.

“Come on, now, don’t try to make this about yerself.”

The words slap Newt. Don’t make this about himself. He snorts humorlessly. If this were about him, he wouldn’t be drowning. He wouldn’t be struggling to breathe, to wake up, to get up in the morning and go to classes. If only this were about him.

“Please don’t be mad, but will you listen to me about something, Newt?” You ask, fingers drawing circles on the back of his hand as he lays in the grass next to you. The two of you have spent the past half hour listening to the Black Lake break against the rocks, relaxing after your end of year exams. The fourth year went by too quickly, and you ache to think of three months filled without seeing Newt again, but you comfort yourself with the thought of waiting for his letters to arrive. You push the thoughts away, choosing to enjoy the time you have with him now, grass tickling your bare feet, shoulder warm where it presses against Newt’s, inches away from his dazzling freckles and smile.

“What about?” He questions casually, hand reaching up to rest under his neck.

“It’s about Leta.”

You can feel him stiffen next to you. “Oh? What about her?”

The circles you’re drawing on his hand grow smaller and smaller as you force yourself to push the point. “I’m not so sure about her. She seems… sneaky.”

You finish, unsatisfied with the final word of your sentence. It doesn’t capture the suspicion you have, the worry over her true intentions. It’s out there, though, and you steel yourself for Newt’s answer.

“How so?”

“I don’t know, she just has a sneaky vibe.”

Newt relaxes as he chuckles. “I’ll be sure to remember that. Has a sneaky vibe. Is there anyone else’s vibe you’ve discovered yet?”

You roll your eyes playfully. If he isn’t too worried about her, maybe you’re being ridiculous. Maybe it’s that jealousy you feel nibbling at your confidence every now and then. Maybe it’s nothing but a distaste for Slytherins. You can’t be sure, just know that if Newt isn’t going to worry about something, you won’t, either. You trust your best friend enough to believe he knows everything.

“Your own, as a matter of fact.”

Newt faces you. “What’s mine?”

“I’m getting a bit of an ominous vibe coming from you.”

Newt’s chest bounces with his laugh. “Ominous? I’m sinister?”

“Oh, very. So sinister, not even the Slytherins want you. Not even Salazar would claim you.”

Newt’s grin only widens. “That’s quite a problem, then. I don’t understand why  you would spend time with such a sinister person.”

You shrug, pulling blades of grass from the ground. “What can I say? I’m an understanding person.”

Relief washes through you at Newt’s response to your question. You’d spent all night trying to figure out how to broach the subject of Leta with Newt. He doesn’t mind, though, doesn’t seem to care that you had the guts to bring it up. You watch your best friend relax in the warm midday sun, grateful you’d had the chance to meet him. A balloon of pride and pure happiness swells up in your chest when a soft snore sounds from Newt. Merlin, he’s wonderful.

“Expulsion.” The professor finishes saying to Newt as he steps in front of the gargoyle statue  and mutters the password, revealing a staircase Newt knows like the back of his hand.

And as well as your expressions.

Newt doesn’t bother jerking his arm from the professor’s tight grip though he wants to scream. He wants to make him understand that what happens to him doesn’t matter. He doesn’t give a damn. Not when there’s far more important things to worry about. Who gets your books? Who gets your stack of beloved records? Who gets your locket? It holds a picture of him, does that mean it’s his?

And who’s going to take all your valuables home? Who’s going to clean out your desk and carry it all back? Who’s going to put it right where it belongs in your room? Who even knows where it belongs?

The shout builds in Newt’s chest. God, you deserved so much. So very much and he ruined it all. It’s all his fault.

The professor rambles on about his fate, his consequences, his problems, and Newt just wants to rip his arm and run away, run down the steps, accept his expulsion, and leave these haunted halls.

He didn’t mean to add another ghost here.

You grip his hand so tight, you’re certain it must hurt, but Newt does nothing. Doesn’t yelp or untangle your hands. He just squeezes yours back with a smile.

“Don’t be ridiculous, we won’t be expelled.”

“Are you sure?” You bite your lip until it bleeds.

Newt chuckles. “I’m sure. Now quit that. You know how it’ll sting tomorrow.”

“Oh, but what if he thinks we’ll cause more damage to the school?”

“They couldn’t expect us to know that plucking a feather would cause a fire.”

You tighten your grasp on his hand, stepping closer to him as you near the staircase’s end. “But what if they assumed we knew? Oh, Newt, I just won’t be able to handle this if we’re expelled.”

Newt stops you at the end of the staircase with a simple tug of your joined hands. “Don’t worry about this, okay? I won’t let them expel you, I promise.”

“What could you possibly do to stop it?” You question, eyes darting between Newt’s face and the large oak doors Dippet sits behind.

He reaches a hand up to run down your arm. “I’ve not let anything hurt you yet. This won’t either.”

You search his face.

“Believe me yet?” His solemn expression convinces you. He’s right, too. He hasn’t let anything hurt you. Even today, as the fire burst through the room, he shot protego toward you, not himself.

You’d done the same for him, terrified not for yourself in that moment but for the thought of seeing your best friend burning in front of you, in a pain you could have prevented. You’d done it instinctively, protected him the way he immediately thought to protect you.

Your grip on him loosens. He’s right. You’ll be fine. The two of you always take care of each other.

The door is already open, waiting to swallow Newt as soon as the professor releases his arm.

“Now be sure ta be honest in there. Headmaster Dippet’ll know if you’re lying.”

Newt nods at the unnecessary advice. He deserves what’s coming and he wouldn’t bother trying to avoid it. The professor, assured that he has done all he can to help Newt, releases his arm and turns, climbing back up the stone steps. Newt himself doesn’t bother to hesitate. He walks straight into Dippet’s grand office, not bothered by the man’s stare.

“Mr. Scamander. Please,” he gestures toward a chair, “take a seat.”

Newt does as he’s told. Dippet launches into a long monologue Newt doesn’t bother to listen to as he remembers Dippet’s first expression when he’d noticed your hand clamped around Newt’s. The expression that implied there was something there, something powerful. Newt wishes he could see it for the first time again, wishes he could go back to that day and listen to your relieved giggle when you left the office with nothing more than a lengthy lecture.

He wants to sleep. He wants to lie down right here and sleep for months, years if that’s what it will take to rid himself of this bone-deep exhaustion that has plagued him for the last four days. Ever since—

“Mr. Scamander, are you listening?”

He glances up from under his flop of curls. “Yes, sir.”

“Then please, relate again how it all happened.”

His mouth goes dry. Relate it means relive it.

“Sir, I don’t think—“

“Nonsense.” Dippet interrupts. “You’ve had time, and we need to give her family answers, Mr. Scamander.”

Your family. Newt runs a hand over his face. He’ll never be able to face your mother again, never shake your brother’s hand. Oh Merlin help him, they won’t even want to pretend he exists any more. Not after this. It’s too much. It’s all too much.

“Mr. Scamander!” Dippet snaps, earning his attention again. “What happened in the classroom?”

Newt gulps. “Please sir, don’t make me do this. Not yet.”

“I need to know.”

“Please.”

“Newt.” Dippet’s voice doesn’t soften, doesn’t show any sympathy. “You caused an accident in my school. You need to tell me what happened.”

Newt bows his head, wide eyes staring at his scuffed shoes. Where to begin?

“I-I was in the third floor classroom with… myself. Just myself. I was alone.” A lie that Dippet might see right through. Newt doesn’t care. He’s already ruined one friend. He can’t do that to another, no matter how livid he may be. “I had an experiment planned. I had Dumbledore approve it like I always have. It was supposed to be a simple mixing of potions, but I must have added the wrong liquid, and then a creature escaped his cage and knocked the acromantula venom in, mixing it with the other two venoms and a touch of bezoar. Before I knew it there-there was an explosion.”

“How did you survive if you were there alone?”

Newt stares at a dusty vial that’s hidden in front of Dippet’s grand desk. “Luck, I suppose.”

Dippet thins his lips. “And she didn’t have enough luck?”

Newt’s breath catches in his throat. “Please.”

“I need to know everything.”

Newt never cries, but he does now as the scene unfolds in front of him and he sees you again, lying there, covered in dust and stone rubble. He’d not known you would come to help, not known you were right outside the door when he gave Leta the acromantula venom.  Had he known, he wouldn’t have shot his protego at her.

But he didn’t know you were around until that scream. Oh Merlin, it was horrid. A strangled shriek he’d never heard from anything before, never known any person could make.

Tears make paths down his cheeks, dripping onto the sleeves of his black uniform.

He’d coughed long and hard from the dust, shoving himself to his feet, glass impaling the palm of his hand as he scrambled over the broken rocks, cursing his broken spectacles as he struggled forward, searching for you. He saw the black fabric of your robe between two chunks of stone. He dove forward, tearing them from you, coming face to face with more stones underneath. Some of them were wet and stained red.

Newt splinters apart as he sees your pale face again, the blank stare in your eyes. A hair-raising scream shattered the eerie silence that followed the explosion. He didn’t know the scream was coming from him until Leta yanked him from your body, her own hands trembling so hard she could barely get a grip on him.

She’d held him back until professors rushed up.

The nurse never saw him. A seventh year planning on working at St. Mungo’s did. He’d asked for details, asked for a story, but Newt remained mute, unable to move, to understand what happened.

He understands now, though, as he breaks into slivers, into fragments he knows no amount of time will allow him to glue back together.

You’re gone. Oh Merlin, you’re gone. His chest hurts and his head throbs.

Oh god, they buried you today. Newt’s hands circle the armrest’s as the world spins.  Buried in the Black Lake like you’d always wanted. He can’t breathe. You’d always asked if he thought the giant squid would recognize you when you were old and wrinkled.

The tears don’t stop coming even though Newt doesn’t acknowledge them. They stream down his cheeks undisturbed as he considers the events.

“If I’d done just one thing differently,” he starts again for Dippet, eyes squeezed shut and head still dipped down, “She would still be here, wouldn’t she?”

He desperately wants Dippet to say no, to tell Newt this isn’t his fault, but the man just shrugs his shoulders. “Who’s to say?”

One thing. Just one thing. He should have told you not to worry about how it would turn out. He should have told you to hold him a spot at the Great Hall lunch. He shouldn’t have even told you in the first place. He could have done anything else and you would still be here, still be laughing at him and worrying unnecessarily.

He wipes at his face with the back of his arm. His fault. It’s his fault and he’ll never let himself forget it. Not for as long as he lives.

“Mr. Scamander, is that the end of the story? Is that all that happened?”

No. No, it isn’t. There’s the aftermath, now. There’s the ache in his chest that only seems to get heavier with every day that passes. There’s the nightmare that plagues him, the one where you stand, pale with a blank stare, all personality vacant, nothing more than a ghost that doesn’t belong in these halls. There’s the heavy bags under his eyes from tossing and turning all night thinking about everything he could have should have changed. There’s the late nights and early mornings and what ifs and classes without you nearby and lunches without your teasing and the creatures he’ll name without you and the days months years he’ll have to live without his best friend.

Merlin, it’s too much. It’s all too much.

But Newt nods once, swallowing the knot in his throat. “Yes, sir.”

Dippet watches Newt with his hands on his desk before he waves a hand and the doors open.  “You may return to your room. Your room, Newt, not the lawn. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then go. And sleep tonight.”

Newt stands, knees shaky. “Yes, sir.”

Dippet says nothing more as Newt exist the room in slow steps, hands out to catch himself in case the world spins again. If you were here, you’d have your arm around him, holding him up so he couldn’t fall.

He doesn’t make it back to his dorm, only to the kitchen door. The stone ground rips a hold in the knees of his trousers as he drops down, letting the grief take over. Dead. You’re dead.

Newt sobs quietly into his hands, not caring if a professor catches him here. He has no reason to care about Hogwarts anymore when it’s as good as empty.

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