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Not a fanfic but a funny true story

Okay, update soon from me (Sirius) but first a story that happened to me that has to be shared.

Okay. I have never flirt with a guy, nor have I made hints at a guy that I like to signal that I like him because I'm terrible at it. I won't even go into detail because my flirting once ended up with a harmed elbow of the guy I liked. Leaving that there.

So not too long ago, I got a message from a guy I've known for a while. Since we were super little. I didn't really think anything of it when his message said "Hey." So I responded thinking, oh my gosh! It's a friend! So I said, "Hey buddy! How's it going?" And he said, "good, you?" And I said "great!" And that was it for a few minutes. I don't know if he was thinking about what to say, because he saw the message, his name was at the bottom of the screen.

So I just kind of left it there. Then he messaged me again, saying "we should hang sometime." So I thought, Kay, this is cool. I have people who think I'm fun to hang with, but something is wrong. It took a moment for it to click in my head that he was flirting with me. He obviously wanted to go in a date.

Now I don't date just anyone, I actually do have my eyes on a guy though, who is not this kid messaging me. So I responded trying to shoot him down or slip him into the friend zone innocently. "Yeah! And we can take my best friend and brotherly figure Max!"

...

Nothing happened. No thing was planned. No. Thing.

Well exactly a week later, I was feeling good, life was normal, this guy was gone, hadn't heard from him in a week, life was going smoothly.

That night he messaged me again as I was sitting on my bed.

"You up?" He texted on Snap chat.

I sighed deeply. I knew that the odds were not in my favor. "Yes." I typed back, hoping to give off a 'not in the mood for talk' feel.

"Cool." He said, and I left him on read.

Two minutes later he came back, "what u doing?" He asked. Annoyed, I typed back,

"Just sitting here and listening to music while talking to my friend (guy name which I won't mention his real name because you guys are strangers and I like to keep the guy I like safe. So let us call him Pablo.) Who is a guy."

Smooth move me!

"He's a cool guy." He said.

"Yup. He really is."

Then he sent me a picture. Of him shirtless and making a weird duck lip face. Not expecting this, I nearly fall off the bed. Not wanting to send anything at all back but also wishing to be nice I send this...

Indicating that I was not expecting that and I am therefore shook. Thank you Tom Holland for showing them and the guy how shook I am/was.

So he send back *😂😂😂😂 -middle finger emoji- 😂😂😂😂*

(I don't use that emoji)

And so I'm like, you just flipped me off? Legit? You think I'm gonna be into you and your middle finger emoji? Not cool buddy.

So he then sends, to lighten the mood because I was obviously upset that he flipped me off (though I didn't say anything), yet another selfie of him biTING HIS LIP DOING WHaT EVEr aND TryING TO Be SeXY, with a caption of, "what no picture of you 😂?"

And so I play it innocently, my shookness wearing off and I climb back into bed, knowing now that he had said that why he's messaging me.

"Why?" I sent. I knew he wanted pictures of me, and most likely inappropriately, but I also needed evidence if I was going to tell someone, so maybe I could trick him into it.

He then sends me another photo of his T.V. screen with some rap music in MC (Music Choice) with a caption, "cause maybe I think you a lil' cute 😂😂😂"

I was shook once more and sent him this:

I can't ever look at these without dying because I rejected him with Tom Holland. I wish I knew Tom Holland to just kind of tell him, but I obviously don't lol.

Anyways, I never heard from this guy again, unless he's just waiting for the right moment. Or he blocked me because I rejected him with Tom Holland. Either way, the point of this story was look how cute Tom is.

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Draco Malfoy x Reader:

Draco’s grey eyes rested at the back of your head, staring at your gorgeous (h/l) (h/c) hair. He adored your hair, each strand had it’s own scent, and he recognized it. Draco looked back to Professor McGonagall, realizing just how creepy he is. He can’t be romantic for the life of him. Recognizing the different scents of her hair? Who does that? And why does her hair smell different? But he couldn’t keep his eyes away for long, he turned back to look at your lovely hair but to his surprise found your (e/c) eyes staring back at him. You smiled and then threw a piece of crumbled paper at his face, he flinched and looked down as it bounced off the tip of his nose and onto his notebook. He smiled, wonder what it said? He un-crumbled it under the table and read: Best to close your trap, fly-trap. You’re going to let those flies out. Draco sighed, what had he expected? Even you were in a higher league than him. You needed no friends, you needed no company. You were independent and that’s how you liked it. No one to sit by in class, no one to say good night to before bed, no one to help with homework when things got complicated. You made everyone believe that you were happy that way. But Draco saw past that one night. It was late, and everyone had partnered up for Sybill Trelawney’s homework, except you. Draco had walked down the corridors to grab his wand he had left between the sofa cushions, but he stopped and hid in the darkness, under a table when he saw you sitting in a emerald chair in front of the fireplace, crying. “I just wasn’t made to be here mum.” You said, Draco was confused, mum? The fire cracked with every word. “You were. You were made to be here. Make us proud. Do not fail us! Not the family name.” That’s all she cared about, the family name. “I have no one to help me.” “Show me your mark.” She says. You grimace and pull up your sleeve. The Dark Mark took over your left forearm, and itched terribly. You had just been branded by this. “By this I see you as a strong girl. But only by this. It doesn’t matter what’s in your heart, focus what the mark says. The Malfoy boy-” Draco winced at his name. “I think it’s time you started following his group. He knows what he’s doing. He’s like you. So use him.” “I can’t use him.” “You will.” “I won’t.” You whisper/yell. “Not him, anyone but him.” You beg her. “Why not him? He’s the only way. Have you grown too fond of him?” She scolded. “Perhaps I have. Perhaps your arrangement for me won’t work like you hoped.” You say with disgust, feeling stronger as you stick up for yourself. You had over heard her telling another Death Eater about this. She grew furious at your comment. “Y/n, I forbid you to grow fond of him. My arrangement for you will save your life, you’ll be wealthy-” she spat. “The Malfoys are wealthy. Not that it matters though. Money is not my world-” “Hush girl! The Malfoys are like those Weasels compared to this man.” You mother says sternly. “Man?” You grimace. “He’s currently thirty two.” “Mother, he’ll be thirty four when I can marry him, that’s vile. I’m a child! Not that I will-” “As if you had a say, the arrangement has been set, foolish girl. Now go, before someone sees and you mess up again!” She spits flames and ash at your feet. You stand and viciously kick ash over the fire, setting it out. —

An arrangement. That’s what you had in store. Draco pitied you and pitied him. He couldn’t have you freely. You couldn’t be happy. How unfortunate of you both. Class was dismissed with a homework assignment. And Professor McGonagall allowed partners. Draco used this to talk to you. He approached you, but backed away. Losing all confidence he had as another boy approached you. He didn’t need to hear the question, as you slapped the books put of his hands and stormed off angrily, pushing pass two girls with so much force that one stumbled and dropped her books, and the other tripped and fell onto her face. Who was he kidding? Draco couldn’t ever have you. You were too stubborn. Yet a game to be won. And a worthy one at that. He remembered the night when you had admitted to your mother that you were fond of him. Whatever that meant, he took it as something good. He followed you out to the hallway, catching up to you quickly. “Y/n! Wait!” But you walked quicker. He was determined to catch up, he followed you to the Library. You ran to the back of the library and sat there, mumbling and angrily scribbling answers on your homework. Draco slowly peered around a shelf and watched you pull out parchment, a quill, and a closed bottle of ink and your Astronomy book. He took a deep breath, gained up some confidence, then approached you swiftly and cooly. You only saw shoes standing in front of you, and you were planning on just keeping your eyes on your book, but the person cleared their throat loudly. You looked up to see Draco. You weren’t surprised, he was following you. “Morning.” He says, sitting by you on the floor. “Morning…” you say suspiciously. You turn your head back to your work. “What are you working on?” He asks, starting up some small talk. “Astronomy.” You mutter. “I uh. I heard from someone that you like me.” He blurts out loudly and quickly. He practically screamed it in your face. You look up at him shocked and look around the room, all eyes were on you two. He looked embarrassed but began to laugh. “This was a bad idea… to just..” “No, you’re okay. Just anxious. I assume?” He smiles and nods. “Want to hang out sometime? Get to know one another? Go get a Butterbeer in Hogsmead, or hang out here, maybe sneak into the kitchen at night, go to the Astronomy Tower, go by the lake at night. Anything.” He suggests. “It all sounds very fun.” You say. Then remember what your mother said. “Wait. Uh, I can’t.” He remembers too. “Okay. I know. I over heard, that’s how i found out you like me. I’m sorry. I should of told you-” “You heard?” You ask shocked. “I’m so sorry Y/n!” “No, it’s okay. It’s… relieving actually.” You sigh. “Forget it. Lets just do it all.” You say, tucking your supplies away. “Today?” He asks, you stand up and help him to his feet. “May as well.” You kept his hand in yours. Never wanting to let go. – Sorry I didn’t update this sooner! This was a special request. I went on vacay, and sorry if there are mistakes, I haven’t been feeling too good, headaches and all. I’ll be posting some more content later on that I have saved. I also take requests! ~Sirius Isaiah 41:10 (KJV) Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.

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Hey there! I have a request: Could you write a Draco one where the reader is a Slytherin and is a baddie and Draco has a huge crush on her but she is the only one who makes him nervous/uncomfortable because she kind of bullies him and then one day he finds out she has got a crush on him too and that makes him confident and then confronts the reader and then BOOM new couple made? (Omg it's so long but if you write it thanks very much bye)

Sure thing! But I'll be finishing up my last Peter Parker Chapter, expect it soon! ❤

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Peter Parker x Reader: My Fault pt. 1

Okay. I know I said that I'd do a Jonathan Crane x Reader, but I really can't right now because I want to do one when he returns to Gotham. I think I'll just give you all a Peter Parker. Gotta love some Pinecone Parker as I call him 😉 You threw your heavy bag in the back behind the passenger seat. "Sleep in?" You ask your cousin. She picked you up every morning for school, and today she was late. "Partying. Should not have drank so much last night." She says, leaning her head back on the seat and pushing her dark blue glasses up closer to her eyes. "Should not have gone at all." You murmur. She looks over to you, you could feel her scolding you through her shades. "Maybe you should pull that stick out of your butt and have some fun. Life is about more than grades and achievements you know." "Says you. I'd like to get a good job as an adult, one that'll put food on my table for my family, not pay for my drugs and cigars and alcohol." You sit in the car and slam the door. She nods and turns toward the road. "Fair enough." ---- She pulls into the parking spot terribly. She took up two spaces without a care and jumped out. "Come on, I have to check you in." "This school system is dumb. I'm old enough to do as I please." You both approach the doors as she opens her black water bottle, you see it isn't water as she sloppily drips some down her chin. "What's in the bottle?" "Beer. I'll be okay as long as if i have this. I'm Jeffrey Dahmering it." She smiles and snaps the lid shut and opens the door. "That's not funny. He killed seventeen people." "Just shut up and get in the building." She shoves you through the door and up to the main office. "Good morning Miss Oliver. And Miss (y/l/n). Running late?" The kind desk lady asks. "Yes, Y/n had a Doctors appointment." She lied smoothly. She did this every once in a while. "I hope it all went well." She smiles at you, you nod in response. She scribbles something down on a post it note and then abother, she handed you each one. "Give these to your teachers, it's time for fourth period." You both walk down the man hallway and then up the stairs to science. "Okay kiddo. I'll meet you at the truck later. Remember to do something bad, live a bit. Pull out that stick." You knock on the class door as Olive runs to her class, clearly hungover as she rubs her forehead. Peter Parker, your closest friend, opens the door. "Where have you been?" He whispers. "At my house waiting for a ride." You roll your eyes. "Miss L/n." Your teacher scoffs. You hand her the post it and take your seat by a window, you drop your heavy bag to the ground and drown her out. This is how you take things in. Look outside while listening to her babble on. Class ended dully, you walked out to the hall with Peter by your side. "We didn't even get to sit together. What happened?" "I'll tell you at lunch, kay? It's a story you won't like to hear." --- The day dragged on, lunch is the last period of the day. You sat in front of Peter and leaned across the table, talking quickly and lowly so no one would hear. Peter was shocked, but also found the news hilarious. "Maybe we should tell someone though, in all seriousness." "No! She'll get in trouble, her mom will yell more, she'll drink more, get into trouble, and won't be safe." "Yes, but it isn't safe when you get in that car with her when she's a drunken idiot. You know she's been drinking all day." "I think I'll be okay." The bell rang and everyone got up to exit the building. "I'll go with you." Peter walked with you to the truck, telling a story about Aunt May getting hit on by random guys and how awkward that made him feel. You laughed, "She doesn't even notice?" "Not a bit!" He chuckles. "Your laugh sounds like bells." He blushes at his comment. "I uh. I mean." "Y/n?" Olive calls as you and Peter stand on the sidewalk talking. "What are you doing? Let's go." She complains. "I'll see you Peter." "Wait!" Peter grabs your hand gently before you step onto the concrete. "Um." He lets go and moves his hand to his back pack strap, clenching it tightly so his skin was ghostly white. "Would you like to hang out sometime? Maybe go for coffee?" "Like a date?" You smile. "Yeah." He says hesitantly. You smile more. "Yeah, that'd be great. I can call you later, to plan it." He smiles and nods, relief floods his face. "Great, I'll talk to you later then." He waves and turns away. "Let's go, freak!" Olive calls, you sprint to her truck, her glasses were lopsided, and hair a mess. "You look awful!" "Fell asleep in Algebra II." She shrugs. You close yourself in the car, feeling uneasy, and buckled up. "I think I want to walk." You say, feeling sick. "No. You're fine." She slurs. "Hold on." She pulls the lever to go backwards, and then yanks the car out, then turns, and yanks it forward. "Olive, you're drunk!" "Not too much, so relax and shut your mouth." When Olive was drunk, Olive got aggressive. Not hilarious and dumb, but abusive and mean. You get onto the road and hold onto the handle. "Olive, stop at that gas station, your not driving right." "Shut up!" She yells, and slaps her hand to your mouth, she turned her head for a second to hit you, hit the gas pedal too hard, and the car lunged into the forest. The car tipped and fell off the hill, over the railing, the screams from Olive made your heart race faster than the adrenaline, the front of the vehicle hit a large evergreen tree, smashing in the windshield and lunging Olive out of the passengers side, it yanked you forward too, and slammed your temple into the dashboard, and everything went blank as the car continued to roll down the hill, slamming you into the window over and over, harder and harder. --- Peter called your phone again and again, wondering if you had gotten home safely, or if you had just been busy, or ignoring him. But his mind took over and assumed the worse. He had to be sure. He decides to go to your house to check on you. "Peter?" Aunt May called just before he could open his window and sneak out. "Yeah May?" "Come here." He obeyed and stood in the doorway, she sat on the couch and watched the news. "Look at this." She turned up the volume. On the television was a silver truck, the licence plate the same as Olive's. "One women found dead at the scene, and another was found a few feet from the vehicle, it isn't clear what caused this crash, but police suspect alcohol was involved. The victims were recognized as Olive Oliver and Y/n L/n, both students at Midtown High School. I'm Lillian Baker reporting to you live." "They go to your school Peter." Aunt May says. "I have to go." Peter says, sprinting for the door. "Peter?" She shouts as he runs down the hall of the apartment, and down the street to the hospital, to you. -- The doctors pulled you into the emergency room, you had a broken arm, two broken ribs, a huge gash on your head full of glass, pieces of glass enlodged in your arm and shoulder, a swollen eyelid, and a busted lip. Blood made it look worse, you had blood everywhere on your face from the gash, and blood on your clothes, making the stick you, warm and thick. Your eyes remained closed for three days. You woke up, arm in a cast, torso wrapped up, skin cleaned, in new clothes, the glass was removed, and stiches every where, above your eye, and up and down your right arm. You were in so much pain. "Hey!" Someone says beside you, "you're up!" A hand touches yours, warming it. You saw nothing but darkness. "Peter? Is that you?" You recognized his voice. "Yeah, it's me." You grasp his hand that he placed in yours. "Peter, I can't see! I can't see Peter!" You felt your eyes open, yet you saw nothing. "I know. Relax." "What happened? Where are you?" "I'm right here-nurse!" He calls. "Nurse!" You grasp his arms and pulls yourself up, yelling about the darkness, confused and scared. The doctor came in followed by two nurses. "Calm down Miss L/n, we have you." They break your grip on Peter's arms, and lay you back. "We'll explain it for you, okay?" You grasped Peter's hand. They told you that you had lost your sight because of the impact on the dashboard, they told you about the stiches, and your cousin. You began to cry at the loss of your cousin. "We're so sorry." They left, you began to sob hysterically. "It's okay." Peter says. "I can't see! I want to see!" "This is how it's going to be now, okay? Don't worry, I'll take care of you. You can come live with May and I." You lived with your mom, who wasn't ever home. Your parents divorced six years ago, father taking all the money and leaving you two with nothing so your mom became a prostitute, got addicted to drugs and alcohol, and stayed out late. "You can't love me anymore." You cried. "Can't love you anymore? Why would this stop that? I will love you until the world ends, sight or no sight, scars or no scars. I love how you look, yes. You're goregous, but I love your heart more." That calms you down. "Hello." A new voice appears. "How are you feeling? Are you hungry yet?" "No, sore and sleepy." You say, still holding Peter's hand. "It is time for medicine. This is going to make you sleepy really quickly, okay?" You nod. The nurse stays a few more minutes, filling your IV's with the medicine, and then leaving. Your eyelids already felt heavy. "Peter?" You whisper to him because a whisper is all you could manage. "Yeah?" "What did she look like?" "Uh, she had dark brown hair, brown eyes, hair up in a pony tail, lavender purple scrubs with Doc Mcstuffins characters on them, pale skin..." You fell asleep to the sound of his voice. Peter smiled as your grip loosened and eyes closed, he leaned over and kissed your forehead, holding his lips there and closing his eyes. He pulled away and lay his down on your bed, kneeling down on the floor. "Peter?" Aunt May stood in the door way. He said nothing, not even a glance. She walked over when he didn't respond. She set a hand on his shoulder. "Is this the girl you told me about?" Nothing. "I could've done something, like walked her home. I let her go into that car." "No! No, Peter. You don't blame yourself! It has nothing to do with-" "I need her to come home with us. May, please. We have that extra room, I have to make up for this. Please May." She just nodded. I'll possibly write a second part later, hope you all liked it! ~Sirius

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Spencer Reid x Reader: Bets

Spencer Reid was your best friend in the BAU. You loved him to pieces. You guys were only friends though, and although you wanted to be more, friends was enough for you. As long as you were beside him, you were set for life. Spencer had taken a long and hard 3 weeks break to visit his ill mother in an institution. His mother was suffering from Alzheimer's, and the people she was supposed to be tested for denied her. Being upset, Spencer was forced by your knew boss, but old friend, Emily, to go see her. Broken hearted, you hugged Spence goodbye. For three. Long. Hard. Weeks. Well today, this was the day that he would come back. And you were more than excited. You felt like crying and screaming but also laughing. Those three feelings fit so well together in your heart. You practically ran to work with your suitcase. When you stepped through the elevator doors, you saw the back of his curly, brown hair at it's desk right where it belonged. You couldn't help but call out to the owner of the hair-do. "Spencer!" You gasped out, smiling with tears. A basic reaction when someone gets overwhelmed with joy. He spun his chair towards you, a smile on his face. You threw your stuff behind you and sprinted towards him. His arms opened to you and you jumped into them, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his neck. His arms felt so familiar to you, like another home. "I missed you." He said, cupping the back of your head with his hand, and stroking your hair with his thumb. "It's been so hard on the cases." You say. From the steps, Rossi shoves a ten into Garcia's hand. "Told you." She whispers. He rolls his eyes. "How much you want to bet that he's going to pull away and kiss her? Another ten?" Rossi chuckles and nods. "He won't. Spencer is all about prepping for stuff. He hasn't-" his jaw dropped as Spencer pulled his neck away, lifted a finger to your chin, tilted your face towards his face, and then planted a gentle and passionate kiss on your soft ones. Rossi turned to Garcia, mouth dropped still. "You helped him plan this." He says. The scandalous Penelope smiled. "Cough it up old man, I'm not telling you my secrets." Sorry for no updates! I'm back buddies! (Next up: Jonathan Crane) ~Sirius

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Sherlock X Reader

I was at 221b Baker Street having a lovely cup of tea and a nice chat with my best friend Doctor John Watson. We had been out of contact for a while because John was doing his service in Afghanistan. We bumped into each other in a corner shop and we recognised each other immediately and naturally with us being the Brits we are, he invited me round to his flat for some tea. That was four months ago and we have been having these tea evenings as often as we can. This wasn't the only reason why I came, it was because I had developed certain feelings for John's flat mate, Sherlock Holmes. Even thinking of him makes blood rush to my face. Not that he notices me, he probably doesn't even remember my name. "So (y/n), how's the job hunting going? Found anything yet?" "No, not yet, nothing is exactly jumping out at me at the moment" I let out a tired sigh. "Don't worry, (y/n/n), I'm sure you'll find something" I smiled when he used my old nickname. We sat in a peaceful silence finishing our cups of tea. Unfortunately, it didn't last long, the door to the flat swung open and there he was, the consulting detective himself came waltzing not even paying attention to us. He took his coat and scarf off and dumped himself on the sofa where he leaned back and closed his eyes. I assumed that he went to his 'mind palace.' "So... how was the case?" John asked not really interested but wanting to start up a conversation. Sherlock didn't reply for some time and I decided to speak. "I'm guessing from your expression and how you walked in here you either one found it extremely dull or two you haven't figured it out yet." I stated at the sound of my voice he jumped. "(Y/n), I didn't know you were here and it is number two." "Of course you didn't" I sighed underneath my breath looking sadly to the floor. John must have heard me because he gave me a sympathetic look. Yes John knew about my feelings for Sherlock, he knew about them before I did. That shows how long we have known each other. Sherlock didn't hear what I said as he sat in a praying position with his eyes firmly closed. The uncomfortable silence was shattered by a beep coming from Sherlock's phone. Glancing at it quickly he rushed to get his coat on. "Come on John" he said impatiently John remained in his seat. "Can't you see I have a guest. Go on your own" Sherlock's eyes flickered mine. For a second I thought I saw something in them but he masked it quickly. "she can come along as well, you can have your little chat in the cab." "Arg fine... come on, we need some fresh air anyway" I nodded in agreement as I stood to grab my coat. Sherlock was already out of the door we quickly ran after him out into the street where he already hailed a cab. John climbed in first, then me and Sherlock after. 'Cue awkward cab ride' I thought to myself. None of us spoke once, that was until my hand accidently brushed against Sherlock leg. I swear I could hear his breath become ragged. "Sorry" more silence was followed. He didn't respond and I was too chicken to look at his face. As soon as we arrived at the crime scene, Sherlock paid the cabbie and bolted out the door, not even looking behind us to see if we were following. I let out a small laugh, as me and John clambered out the door and followed the detective less enthusiastically towards the scene. When we finally caught up with him, we found a car that had been rolled over and was on its roof, the whole thing was completely shattered. The victim was spiralled out alongside it. I tried not to gag in front of Sherlock. I didn't want to embarrass myself by vomiting in front of him. Just then Donovan came waltzing over like she owned the place "Ahhh look it's the freak, the cripple and who are you?" she said rather rudely. Before I could open my mouth Sherlock answered for me. "This is (y/n) an old friend of John's and I would appreciate it if you could keep you opinions to yourself, nobody's perfect" "Thanks" John muttered sarcastically. Donovan turned her attention to Sherlock who was kneeling down and exanimating the body "And what do you mean by that" without even giving her a glance. "How you have raised the collar of your shirt to try and conceal a love bite and seeming how you didn't have enough time to cover it with makeup suggests your pleasure time was cut short and" he sniffs the air "male cologne nothing expensive probably a birthday present which I assume you gave to him as a gift what for you say? For a secret anniversary of you sneaking around with Anderson. So Donovan, when you call people names think of what other say behind you back. By the way where's Lestrarde?" by this point Donovan was fuming. "He's been called to a press conference for these killings, I don't know when he will arrive" she sneered as she stormed off. Probably to go find whoever she slept with. "It still amazes me how you do that." I said with a giggle. John couldn't help but let out a small chuckle which caused Sherlock to smirk. I walked over the broken glass which groaned and crouched down next him. He tensed for second due to our closeness but I didn't notice. "So... What have you found?" I hope I wasn't bothering him but he didn't seem to mind. "You see that" pointing to the head. I nodded "The bullet wound to the head by the depth of the bullet, he was shot at close range" I nodded again taking everything in. It was then that I noticed a blood spatter that seemed to trail off somewhere. "Hey Sherlock look at this" but he wasn't listening. I decided to follow it myself and see where it led. I followed it to an alley way nearby that was a blind spot to everyone else at the crime scene behind me. I knew I should have turned back, but the feeling that I needed to find something to get Sherlock to notice me kept me moving forward. I cautiously walked further still following and looking to the floor. Suddenly, I heard heavy breathing quickly looked to see a hooded figure. I tried to scream but I felt a hard blow to the back of my head and I fell to the floor. The darkness consumed me. My head felt like it was on fire and couldn't find the strength to open my eyes. After a few minutes, I gained enough strength and snapped them open to see the same figure looking down at me. I looked down at myself and found that I was tied to a chair. The ropes that bound me were so tight it hurt when I breathed. "Is sleeping beauty finally awake?" a slivery Irish voice taunted. "Who are you?" I croaked. "I'm Jim Moriarty and I am your worst nightmare" he said stepping out of the shadows. "What do you want with me?" I said gaining more confidence. It soon dwindled away as he let out a shrill laugh that sent cold shivers down my spine. "I'm going to use you to burn the heart out of Sherlock Holmes." "No" I whimpered, "You leave him alone" I said trying to sound strong but failed. "You know, I don't know what he sees in you. You're just a pathetic average human who is so weak and stupid. You fell right into my trap." His words stung but I tried not to let him get to me. "So all this was you? The killings was to get me so you could get to Sherlock" finally realising how mad Moriarty is. "Bravo! You could have saved them, you know, if you would have come with Sherlock sooner, you could have saved all those lives. Well I enjoyed our little chat but I must be going things to do people to see bye bye" "You can't just leave me here!" he came close to my face so close I could feel his breathe on my skin he leaned in closer and whispered in my ear. "Don't worry, my dear, I'll be back soon" he left. When the door locked behind him I couldn't take it in any longer, tears began to slip from my eyes and I couldn't stop them, not that I cared. I wasn't scared if anyone heard me, I wasn't worried about myself, I was scared for Sherlock. I don't know how long I have been here but I was dragged to another room where I could hear voices. I had lost all my strength to stand so that man that was dragging me had to hold me up. I was grabbed from his hold by Moriarty and I felt something cold pressed against my head. My heart was beating wildly against my ribcage. "NO!" I heard someone I looked to see John looking panicked putting his gun to his side unable to point it at his best friend. Sherlock however still has his pointed at Moriarty but he was visibly shaking he seemed scared and this frightened me. "I told you, Sherlock that I would burn the heart out of you" I could hear the dark smirk in his voice. I didn't know what happened next Sherlock lounged forward knocking the gun from Moriarty's grasp showing he didn't expected it. In the scuffle I ended up falling to the ground. all my energy drained. I couldn't move. I felt so weak and I hated it. I felt someone lifting me from the floor, I shifted my gaze to see Sherlock looking down worriedly at me, I just smiled. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smashed my lips upon his he didn't respond he was in shock, he had never experienced anything like this before but snapped out of it and kissed me back. We slowly pulled away. "I love you" I whispered before falling into a peaceful slumber in his arms, I knew he didn't say it back because it was Sherlock and he didn't know how to, but I didn't care because him being here showed me that he did. Hope you enjoyed it Timelady X

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Me doing nothing while my life falls apart

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Newt X Reader Part 2

Newt awoke when he heard a pained whimper. He gazed down to see (y/n) thrashing in his arms. Tears meandered down her cheeks as she let out another whimper. 'Please - please I'm sorry, please.' '(Y/n), wake up.' He shook her lightly, 'please wake up.' He shook he again. (Y/n) jolted awake breathing heavily. She place her hand on her chest; she could feel beating wildly against her ribcage. (Y/n)'s movement caused Newt to fall off the bench; the thump made her look his direction. 'Newt, what on earth are you doing on the floor?' She offered him a hand and pulled him to his feet. 'I was erm - stretching?' He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. 'Oh, okay.' She quirked an eyebrow and laughed when she saw a hint of blush creep upon his cheeks. 'Shut up. Are you okay? We're you having a nightmare? You sounding pretty upset.' (Y/n) was taken off guard. She took a deep breath to compose herself and flashes him a fake smile. 'I'm fine, there's nothing to worry about. It was just a bad dream.' (Y/n) took in her surroundings and smiled. 'We're here.' Newt followed her gaze and saw the Statue of Liberty as they cruised past. He sighed. He knew it wasn't just nothing, he didn't press it. He only just met her and it was none of his business. They picked up their suitcases when the ship stopped and docked at the port. Newt and (y/n) followed the rest of the passengers down the gangplank. This is it. I'm finally here. Maybe now I can have some peace. (Y/n) thought. A tear slipped down her cheek but she wiped it away before Newt saw. Together, they walked over to the customs officials. 'Next.' The official examined Newt's very tattered British passport. 'British, huh?' 'Yes' 'First trip to New York?' 'Yes.' The customs official turned his attention to me. 'Is this you're wife?' (Y/n) never thought she seen anyone go as red as Newt did in that moment. She giggled as he tried to explain. 'Erm I-I me and I, I mean she and I A-are not together.' (Y/n) nodded still giggling. 'Well, sorry Sir, Ma'am. My mistake.' He looked down to Newt's case. 'Anything edible in there?' Newt placed his hand over his breast pocket. 'No.' 'Livestock?' (Y/n) tensed slightly and looked over to Newt. The catch on the case flicked open again. Newt looked down and hastily closed it. 'Must get that fixed - ah, no.' The customs official looked at him suspiciously. 'Let me take a look.' Newt caught (y/n)'s eye and gave her a subtle wink. She blushed and watched as he placed the case on the desk and flicked the brass dial to Muggleworthy. The customs official spun the case toward him and popped open the catches. He lifted the lid to reveal Newt's pyjamas and various other objects which included a Hufflepuff scarf. He gazed over the contents. When he was satisfied, he closed the case. 'Welcome to New York.' 'Thank you.' Newt moved away from the desk and (y/n) took his place. She pulled out her British passport; her was considerably in better condition than Newt's was. She placed her small suitcase on the desk and subtlety knocked on it twice. Newt watch as she did this and winked at him. He reacted the same way she did and blushed. The customs official opened her case and inspected it's contents. When he found nothing to to raise concern he closed it. 'Welcome to New York ma'am.' 'Thank you.' She picked up her case and walked with Newt out of customs. Silence filled the space between them as they wandered through the bustling streets. After a few moments they stopped and turned to face each other. 'Well, this is it.' Said (y/n). Although she wished it wasn't. 'Yes, I suppose it is.' Newt looked down to the floor. He wanted to say something. He wanted her to come with him. He knew that he had just met this woman a mere few days ago but he felt a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time. His thoughts drifted to a time long ago then shook his head. That was in the past, he needed to focus on the present. He looked up when (y/n) cleared her throat. 'Well, it was good meeting you, Newt Scamander. I hope I'll see you around?' Newt was about to speak when a horn sounded. Both of them turned to the car and realised they were in the way. Newt stepped back to let the car passed. When it was gone he turned to look at (y/n). She was gone. A few metres away, (y/n) watched Newt as he searched for her from an alleyway. She sighed and laid her head again the cold, hard brick. She closed her eyes as tears began to fall; this time she let them. I'm sorry Newt. It's better this way. Timelady X

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Newt X Reader

(Y/n) wasn't looking forward to the journey to New York, she could have just taken the floo network but she couldn't risk getting caught by MACUSA. This was her fresh start and if she needed to brave seasickness to do it then so be it. (Y/n) knew that she should have stocked up on ingredients to make the potion which would help her ward off the symptoms but in her hurry to pack she forgot to pick up her bag of supplies.

She groaned at her stupidity as she made her way up the gangplank to the entrance of the ship. She cursed when someone stumbled into her.

'Hey mate! Watch where you're going, will ya?'

The man turned around. His eyes stood out against his pale complexion, his worn blue coat was complemented nicely with a mustard coloured waistcoat and bowtie. The light sea breeze caught the coat and (y/n) watched as it wrapped around his lanky legs.

'Oh, I-I am so sorry! I didn't see you there. Are you alright?'

(Y/n) shook her head and coughed.

'It's fine. Erm no problem, Mr?'

'Scamander, Newt Scamander and erm, you are?'

(Y/n) froze.

Before she could utter a word the horn of the ship sounded, startling them both.

'Oi! You two! The ship's about to go! You either getting on or staying here.' We both looked at the man, then at each other and both quickly bounded up the ramp.

As soon as (y/n)'s feet touched the wood of the ship she immediately felt sick. She pushed her way through the crowd and took a seat in a bench.

She drew in a shaky breath and groaned when she felt the ship begin to move.

Oh Merlin's beard. She thought. I don't think I can suffer through this. After everything she had been through. After everything she had overcome. She could never overcome seasickness and she hated it. She hated feeling so weak and fragile.

Newt's gaze followed the woman's figure as she made her way through the crowd of people. He didn't know why but something about her intrigued him. he pushed his way through the crowd and took a seat next to her. He felt uncomfortable being close to so many people, he preferred the company of animals to humans but there was something about this woman that made him want to try and be sociable. He didn't even know her name!

Newt caught her gaze as she looked up. He cleared his throat, (y/n) was beginning to think that this was a nervous habit of his.

'I hope you don't mind me sitting here'.

(y/n) smiled slightly despite how she was feeling, she welcomed any distraction that stopped her thinking about the constant lulling of the ship.

'Oh no, of course not! Just a warning though I don't do too well with sea travel or any sort of travel for that matter, I might be sick on you'. (y/n) expected him to pull a face in disgust and move to sit someone else but was pleasantly surprised.

Instead Newt's expression held a look of understanding. He put his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out a paper bag.

(y/n) rose her eyebrows as he held out the bag to her.

'I used to suffer from the exact same problem, I found that these help'.

(y/n) didn't feel like eating anything but she didn't want to be rude and thought to herself that this would probably be the last the time someone would show kindness towards her. She smiled at him in thanks and placed her hand into the bag. She immediately recoiled when she felt something warm and soft brush against her fingertips. Newt became alarmed by her action and peered inside the bag. His eyes widened as he saw the small Occamy nestle in between the sugary treats. (y/n) noticed his expression and peered over shoulder and gasped. Newt turned to her alarm. (y/n) didn't notice, she was too transfixed with the brightly coloured, birdlike snake.

conscious about the muggles around her, she lowered her voice.

'Is that an Occamy? I came across a nest of them when I was trekking in the Far East, the mother wasn't too happy with me when I nearly crushed one of her eggs'. She turned her gaze to Newt when she received no reply only to see a look of shock on his face.

'What? Is there something on my face?' she joked. This seemed to shake him out of his daze.

'You - you know what this is?'

(y/n) quirked her eyebrows in confusion.

'Of course I do, if I didn't I wouldn't have been able to name it, would I?'

'I'm sorry, it's just that people I've met have never heard of this creature before, that's all'.

'Well, do I look like people?' she grinned at him 'Anyway, when I was young I had a fascination with magical creatures. I wanted to travel the world and study them in their natural habitats but life got in the way'. Her face saddened as she turned her gaze back to the Occamy. She cautiously put her hand back into the bag.

'Er - I wouldn't do that I were you, they can be quite agres-' he paused and watched in wonder as she stroked the top of the occamy's head, it purred in content.

'I-I have never seen an Occamy behave like that, how did you do that?'

(y/n) pulled her hand back when she realised her mistake and scratched the back of her neck.

'I don't know, maybe this one is more docile then the others?'

'Yes, maybe.' Newt murmured. This woman was a mystery. It was then he realised he had yet to know the woman's name.

'Terribly sorry but I do not know your name.' He noticed how her body tensed up. What was she hiding? He was about to question her about it but was cut off when she squealed causing the muggles around them to look their way. Newt saw her blush as she coughed awkwardly merlin's beard, the habit was catching on. She thought to herself.

'Sorry- erm I just saw a spider' This was enough explanation for the muggles as they tutted and went back to their business. She turned back to Newt and blushed again in embarrassment.

'A spider?'

'Shut up, it was the best I could come up with. I couldn't exactly say I was overexcited to see that you have a Bowtruckle now could I?'

(y/n) looked down at the small sticklike creature that was hiding in Newt's pockets.

Newt followed my gaze and smiled down at the little guys and gently patted his head.

'This is Pickett, he has some attachment issues, he had a bit of a cold and needed some body heat.'

'Oh, he's so adorable. How have you come across these creatures?'

'It's my job of sorts. I want to educate witches and wizard in caring for magical creatures. I want to prove to them that we can coexist together. Show them that there is no need to kill them; if only they listened.'

(Y/n) placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. 'I know how you feel; people are afraid of thing they don't understand. Sometimes they can be educated, although some will never change.' She looked down again; the same saddened expression covered her face as before. She rolled her head to the side and rested it on Newt's shoulder. He stiffened which led (y/n) to sit up straight.

'I am so sorry! I-' Newt put up his hand and smiled.

'It's fine, really. I just haven't really had any human contact in a while. I prefer the company of my creatures.' He reached his arm out in hesitation and brought it around (y/n)'s shoulders and her close to him. The action brought comfort to the both of them.

They fell into a comforting silence as they gazed up at the darkening sky.

(Y/n) sighed in content as she closed her and slowly drifted to sleep.

Newt was about to say something but stopped when he realised she was asleep. He leaned back on the wooden bench as he too felt sleep as it began to claim him.

I will unravel you,

my mystery.

 Hope you enjoyed it!

Timelady X

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Supernatural & The Originals Crossover X Reader Part 2

'Yes Dad... Yeah, I'll get onto that right away, love you too, bye.' True to his word, dad had called on the hour, every hour. It meant that I had to make up for lost time in between phone calls as every time, I had to put my baby in park and turn off the engine, because I knew that they would be able to hear it.

It was also a good idea to remove the tracking device that Uncle Sammy had planted in my phone without my knowledge, or so he thought.

Everything was going to plan until the last phone call. Dad had asked me to see if I could find anything on the Original family. What was I going to do? I hadn't given it a thought to bring any books that might have been useful with me. Oh well, I had an hour to try and blab my way out of it. The Original family. I was sure that I heard that name somewhere before, but unluckily for me, my brain decided to be unhelpful and the name somewhere so deep, I couldn't find it again. Good a part of me thought, a name like deserves to be buried. I shivered and pulled my leather jacket closer to my body.

I turned up the volume on the radio when Rebel Love Song by Black Veil Brides came on. One of my favourites. Dad said he hated them, but I knew he was lying. I spent the next hour rocking out before my phone started to ring.

I quickly parked and answered it.

'Hey (Y/N), how's the research going?' Uncle Sammy's voice came through the speaker.

'Erm, not too good to be honest. I haven't managed to find anything yet, but I'll keep digging. Where's Dad?' It was that I didn't like my Uncle, but it was always my Dad who would want to speak to me first.

'He's okay. He's gone out to get some food and scope the place out a bit.' The tone of his voice told me that he didn't like my Dad out there on his own.

‘He’ll be okay, Uncle. He’s Dean freaking Winchester! No blood sucker can take him down!’

‘I know that (Y/N). But I don’t think we are dealing with ordinary blood suckers here, that’s why we wanted some info on the Original family. I bit my lip. I was starting to understand the importance of research, but I couldn’t go back now.

‘So, do you know anything about them? I mean, it might help me narrow my search.’ Blood was starting to meander down my chin where I had bit down.

I heard a rustle of papers on the other side.

‘Um, yeah. Apparently, they supposed to be the first and oldest vampires in the world, which contradicts with what we originally thought. We thought that the Alpha Vampire was the first and the progenitor for all other vampires. But now we think that they are an entirely different species of vampire, completely different to what we are used to fighting.’

‘And that’s where my research comes in, right?’ I could feel the hole was digging for myself, getting larger and larger. If something happens to them it would be my fault.

‘(Y/N)? You still there? Listen, I’m going out to find your father. He should have been back by now. He probably found a bar somewhere could sidetracked.’ I didn’t know if he was saying it for my benefit or for his own, but a sense a worry rose in both of us.

‘Yeah. I know what he’s like. Just…say safe, yeah?’ That was the same thing I said to Dad before he left.

‘Don’t worry, (Y/N). It’s late, get some sleep. I’ll get your dad to phone later, okay.’

‘Yeah. Goodnight Uncle Sammy.’

‘Goodnight, (Y/N).’ He hung up.

I threw my phone onto the passenger seat and ran my hands over my face. He’s Dean freaking Winchester, he’ll be alright.

I turned the engine back and flicked on the headlights. It had gotten dark and I hadn’t noticed. I knew that I had to back to the bunker. They were going up against vampires they had never fought before and the thought of me being the reason that they might get hurt scared me.

My phone rang and I was quick to answer. ‘Dad? Thank Chuck you’re Okay!’ A shiver ran down my spine when I heard a deep chuckle on the other end.

‘Oh, so the big hunter has a baby. How…interesting.’ The voice of my Dad and Uncle Sammy could be heard in the background as he chuckled.

‘What have you done to them, you son of a bitch!’ The voice laughed in delight.

‘Oooh! I like ‘em hot tempered. Makes them tastes…delicious.’ I knew he was doing this to rile me up and it was working. I needed to stay calm.  

‘What’s your name?’

‘So now you chose to civil, love? A pity, you could have saved your relatives some pain.

‘No.’ I breathed as I heard them scream in agony. They had both literally been to Hell and back and could handle any torture thrown at them, that was the reason why their screams made me so terrified. My grip on my phone tightened so much, I thought it would break.

‘What’s your name.’ I asked again, trying to keep it steady.

‘Tell you what, love. If you tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine, deal?’

‘(Y/N), (Y/N) Winchester. And you?’

‘Klaus Mikaelson. Now that we have become better acquainted, I want you to do something for me.’ I had heard that name before. I remembered uncle Bobby telling me about him when Dad and Uncle Sammy used to leave me behind with him to go on hunts. It was all coming back to me now.

‘Oh, really and what would the great and powerful Niklaus Mikaelson, want from me?’

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other side. ‘So, you have heard of me, love. And can I just say, I love it my name rolls of your tongue.’ Was he flirting with me? He must want whatever he wants from me, desperately. And I could Have sworn that I heard someone scoffing on the other side.

‘Sorry, love. That isn’t gonna work on me. So, what do you want?’

I heard a woman say: ‘I like her.’ Before she was cut off by a growl.

‘Just a simply delivery task, love. Nothing difficult. Bring the thing I desire and I let your father and uncle go. I could hear them screaming ‘no!’ before a rush of wind.

‘Sorry love. I couldn’t concentrate with that incessant noise. I usually enjoy it, but I’m having a particularly stressful day.’ 

You and me both buddy. ‘Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you, on the condition that no more harm come to them.’

‘You have yourself a deal. Now, what I want from you my dear (Y/N) is the Colt. I’ll text you the address of where to bring it. Don’t take too long now, I can’t wait to look upon your pretty face. Tah tah love.’ He hung up.

I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream. Pull yourself together! You are a Winchester!

A beep signaled that I had a message.

I hope this gives you the correct motivation

Klaus X

Convulsing hands hovered of the attachment he had sent. I pressed it.

Opening Attachment… 

My phone slipped from me grip and ricocheted to the floor, but the damage was already done. Their battered bodies would be forever burnt into my memory. 

Hope you have enjoyed reading it!

Timelady X

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Which Fandoms do you write for?

All kinds! Criminal Minds, Harry Potter, The Maze Runner, practically everything. Other admins write differently than myself. Like Supernatural.

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Spencer Reid x Reader

You ran to Garcia’s office quickly. You had come into work early to have some alone time with your good friend. And to tell her a surprise no one else knows. You twiddled with the ring on your left finger, indicating your amazing marriage with Spencer Reid, another BAU agent. You had met him after your brother, Derek Morgan, helped you get the job. You and Derek weren’t blood related, his father, Hank Morgan, and mother, Fran Morgan adopted you from their long friends, (your parents). Your parents died in a house fire. From which your side was severely burnt and scarred from. You were welcomed at the age of eight into their family. You practically skipped towards Penelope Garcia’s desk, as you walked down the hallway the smell of plain but strong coffee filled the air. Normally a calming smell, but it made you feel queasy this morning. You shook your head as if to clear the fog in your head that made you light headed, you stepped in. She was mid-sip in her coffee when she saw you, she swallowed and pulled her mouth into a wide “O” shape, she set the cup aside, being her cheery self, and embraced you. “I didn’t expect you to be back from Michigan to see your mom, how’s Derek?” She asked, pulling away. “He’s good. He made us come back early, I got sick and he thought I caught a bug.” “Did you?” “No. I’m fine.” You say, she hands you a mug, one that you always used. “Would you like some coffee?” She asks, pulling the coffee pot out of the maker. You scrinched your nose at the smell, she pulled back as you began to gag. You ran to the lady’s bathroom down the hall, she ran and called your name as you went. Your hand covered your mouth as you passed the working people, Derek saw you sprint towards the bathroom, knowing something was up. He walked from Hotch’s office, Hotch behind him as Garcia made her way down. “What happened?” Morgan asked Garcia. “I-I don’t know. I offered her our traditional morning coffee, she smelt it, and ran off towards the bathroom gagging.” Without a word, Derek walked into the women’s restroom, calling your name. “Y/n?” He calls, only one stall was locked, so he stood in front of that and knocked. “Need me to call Spencer?” “No!” You shout loudly, and flush the toilet. You pulled your toothbrush and toothpaste from your purse and walked to the sink, washed your hands, and then brushed your teeth. “You carry your toothbrush to work now?” The bathroom door opens and Garcia comes in. “You okay sweetheart?” She asks as you wrap the toothbrush up and pack it away. “Never better.” They both look at you, unconvinced. “No, something is up with you, so out with it.” Derek says, crossing his arms and scowling at you. The way he used to when you were kids, trying to guilt you into being honest. You sigh. “Okay, but you’re the first people I’m telling.” They both nod, concerned. “Here goes nothing then, about three months ago I took a test. A pregnancy test.” They didn’t look caught up. “It turned out negative.” “So you thought you were pregnant, but you aren’t…?” Derek asked. “Wait! I took one of mom’s the other day, because I’ve been sick a lot.” “And?” Garcia gasps. You nod and smile. A squeal escapes her lips and she wrap her arms around you gently. “Spence doesn’t know yet.” “I’m going to be an uncle?” Derek asks shocked, you turn away from Garcia and to him. “Yup. They will be another Spencer around soon.” You pat your bloated stomach gently. Derek had tears erupting in his eyes, he gently picked you up into a hug, your feet dangled as he somewhat spun you in his bear hug. “A little nauseous still!” You gasp. He sets you down at once. “Come on, let’s tell everyone else!” Garcia says excitedly, pulling you out of the bathroom by your hand. “No-wait! Spencer should know next!” You protest. She turns back around, half to Rossi’s office. Her smile didn’t leave her face. “This’ll be exciting! Wait for JJ too, and Emily!” You nod in agreement. Derek wraps his arms around you and squeezes you in a hug. —

You waited at the desk Spencer used in the middle of the room, spinning in his chair. Hotch had given you a day off for getting sick, but you haven’t seen Spencer in almost a week. Derek and you had just flew in and drove work. You fiddled with his pencils, making them bounce off the desk by the eraser. There were about eleven pencils on the ground when Spencer walked in wearing a vest, undershirt, and nice pants. “Hey babe!” He says, setting his briefcase aside and kissing you. “How was the trip?” “Good, Mom was-” “Everyone in my office!” Garcia chimed cheerfully. You smiled and went with her plan. You took Spencer’s hand and led him away. “What do you think she wants us for?” He asks. “I don’t know.” You innocently say and shrug. Emily, JJ, Rossi, Hotch, you and Spencer and Derek all stand in her office. “I was not authorized to do anything but make a small announcement, but I couldn’t help running to the store to buy cupcakes.” She says, pointing to her desk, 12 cupcakes sat on the desk. 6 pink, 6 blue. You smiled. “Can everyone take one, but! Take what you think the gender will be.” They all look up at her except you and Derek. “Garcia, are you pregnant?” Emily asks, shock in her voice. A smile spreads across some people’s faces “What? No!” She says. That the point, you good twelve people must find out who in this entire building is. Clues are hidden around the office. Go in partners, JJ and Emily; Spencer and Y/n; Rossi and Hotch; me and Morgan.“ She pulled her purse from her side, pulling out 6 envelopes. She handed them out. "One for each, vamonos!” She says. You all open the letters, they’re all different. Spencer pulls out the tiny slip of printer paper, he reads the note out loud; Where you first shook hands began your journey, now let us see of you remember from way back that one September!

You smile up at him, “the water jug!” You run to it, pulling him by his cold hands. You run the the kitchen and open the fridge, you both crouch in front of it and scan for the jug. “Here.” Spencer says, pulling out the water supply. A yellow envelope stuck to the tip top.

The next step was a trip to Moscow, you wouldn’t have any souvenir, would you now? “The Russian wine I bought us after the Honeymoon?” He asks. You intertwine your fingers with his again. “Let’s see.” You say, this time him dragging you. You walk to the desk. He grabs the bottle from the corner, a green envelope was taped to it. He opened it, but it was only a picture. Two big hearts close together, and a tiny one in the right one. “You’re pregnant?” A voice says beind you excitedly, it’s Rossi, Hotch stood close by him smiling. “You’re pregnant? We-we are pregnant?” Spencer asks, eyes wide, grasping your shoulders and shaking you a bit with every word, a smile lurks at the corner of hir mouth. You can only nod as you began you to cry, reaching you wrap your arms around his neck. He sobs into your neck, “I’m going to be a dad!” Over and over, shaking and kiss your forehead, rocking you, kissing your stomach, and then you again. Your friends cheer and congratulate you. You go home early that day with your little family. Sorry for no updates, wifi has been trash! ~ Sirius

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Supernatural & The Originals Crossover X Reader

'Dad! Come on! when you were my age, you were hunting all kinds of things that go bump in the night!'

'Exactly! I don't want you growing up the same way I did.'

'It's a bit late for that, don't you? Uncle Sammy, please!'

'I'm sorry (Y/N), but your father is right, it's just too dangerous.'

I was getting sick of this! When will they get it that I'm not a child anymore!

'Fine! If you won't let me go with you, then I'll go on my own!'

'The hell you are!'

'What are you going to do about it? Send me to my room? Well I have to break it to you, old man, that's not gonna happen!'

This while thing started when uncle Sammy found a new case in New Orleans. something about a series of animal attacks that have occurred over a hundred years. The interesting thing was the fact that all the deaths were covered up by the local authorities. I knew what this was really about. This was about distracting my dad. We hadn't heard from Cass in a while and it was beginning to take its toll in him, not that he would admit it.

'We are going and you are staying here, that's final.'

I sighed and nodded. I knew that I wasn't going to this fight, but that was all a part of the plan.

'fine then. You win. This time. I'll just...go to my room.' I could feel both of their eyes burn into my back as I walked away.

'Okay...' Dad and uncle Sammy exchanged glances. This was new. I never give so easily.

'what's she up to?' Dad murmured.

'Nothing good, that's for sure. She is your daughter after all.'

Dad gave him a look, 'what the hell is that supposed to mean? Bitch.'

'Jerk.'

Uncle Sammy grinned back and made his way to the steps of the bunker. Dad picked up his rucksack with Chuck knows what in and walked to my room.  

He knocked on the door. No reply. He walked in to see me sulking on the bed.

'We'll be back in a few days, (Y/N), and we'll be checking in regularly. If you even miss one ring, we'll be straight back here, okay?'

'Yeah, whatever.'

He hesitated at the door thinking whether he should enter.

'Dean! You coming?'

'Yeah, Sam!' He walked over and kissed my forehead.

'I'll see you in a couple of days, kiddo. I love you.' He walked back over to the door.

'Dad?' He paused and turned to me, 'I love you too. Just... stay safe, yeah?'

'Yeah.' He smiled and walked out the door.

I waited for at least thirty minutes before I made my move. I scrambled off my bed, knelt and pulled out the duffle bag I had hidden there before dad came in. Zipping it open, I checked that everything I would need was there. When I was sure, I hauled it over my shoulder and made my way to the underground garage where my 1970's Dodge Charger, my baby, was waiting for me. Opening the door and getting inside, I stroked the smooth leather that covered the wheel.

Did they honestly think that me, Dean Winchester's daughter, would just sit here and do nothing while they're out ganking monsters? Oh hell no!

Highway to Hell filtered through the speakers, as my baby roared to life.

Look out New Orleans; (Y/N) Winchester is on her way.  

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Draco: Unnatural (Year 1, part 1)

Before this story begins, I wanted announce that I don't write just Harry Potter, I write all kinds of oneshots. --- You are a muggleborn. You got your first letter when you were twelve, like everyone else. Before that though, you were an unnatural child. When you were angry, you'd break things like your mother's vases as if you were a toddler throwing a horrid fit. Then when you were scared, you would make things appear that would either scare you more or make you happy. When your father went banging on your locked bedroom door, screaming at you, calling you a freak. You hid in your closet, knowing that this hiding spot wouldn't hold. He eventually busted the lock and got in, walking to the closet and opening it at once. You didn't get a glimpse of him, but you knew when he yanked you up by your forearm, you were in trouble, in danger. You screamed, and he stopped dragging you. You screamed for ten seconds before he started screaming and let go. You stopped as he dropped you to the floor. You looked up to see him hopping from foot to foot, dodging poisonous snacks that covered the floor. One snapped at you and you jumped up and onto the bed, watching as your father scrambles out of the room and the snakes followed him down the hall. The summer you got your letter before actual school began, you expected nothing but to be abused, and mistreated like a pest. Your parents made you check the mail one day, and you found the sealed envelope with the school crest stamp keeping it closed. On the back it said: To Miss L/n, (Your address), the second bedroom. You were creeped out that it said, "second bedroom," but you opened it anyways. You slowly made your way up to the big house, reading the letter. It said you would attend a school for witches and wizards called Hogwarts. You walked up to your house and into the sitting room where your parents were. You told them about Hogwarts, and they laughed at you. "Can you take me to the train station?" You asked. Your father burst out laughing. "Sure, but don't come home when the train never arrives." And so when the day came, you took your trunk full of things and went to the station. The previous week you had gone to get the supplies, following the directions the letter gave you. You couldn't find the Potions book though. Maybe you could ask them for one and explain it all. Your parents drove you, laughing and mocking you. "Don't forget, we aren't taking you back." Your father said, you ignored him. Through the station you walked, to platform nine and three quarters. You carried your trunk in one arm, and dragged a case of books behind you. It was very heavy, but you quickly hurried. You stopped before the platform between nine and ten, disappointed when you saw nothing. Where were you to go? You felt humiliated. Then you saw a man and a woman, talking to their son. They all had the same colored hair. You watched them. "Okay Draco, like we told you, through there." His mother says, letting him go first. You stared at them, confused. The boy, Draco was his name? Began to walk, pushing a cart towards the wall. You were ready to laugh at these crazy people until the cart was half way through. Your humiliation went away. The parents walked through after, so you began to tug on the luggage through the wall, and followed them. You were through. And in front of you now, was a crowd of people, people like you. And a train, not the same one either, one that said Hogwarts Express. You remembered that name from the letter, but you didn't want to just get on. You turned towards a woman who had sharp, red hair and was plump. She had several children with her. "Ma'am?" You tap on her shoulder. She turns around and smiles at you. "I hate to bother you, but does this go to Hogwarts?" Concern fills her eyes and she looks behind you. "Yes. But, where are your parents?" Not knowing what she'd say if you had told her they dropped you off, and wanting to get on the train you try your best to keep it simple, and since these people are different too, maybe they'll believe anything. "Uh, they're invisible." You say, turning towards the train and dragging your luggage inside. You look ahead at the train hall, and see a bunch of kids. You swallow hard, and go to sit in an empty cart. Please let this be the right train, please let this be the right train! You thought. You left your stuff beside you, and closed the door. You curled up on the seat by the door and sat in silence, your eyes focused on the velvet seats. The silence broke when the door slid open and the same boy from earlier stepped out. You couldn't remember his name. "Oh. Sorry. I thought it'd be empty." He says, but comes in anyways. He sits in front of you, you look at him and not say a word. "I'm Draco." He says after a few seconds. You peel your lips apart after not talking for so long. "Y/n." "How old are you, or is this your first year?" He asks. He was already dressed in his robes. His luggage no where to be seen. "I'm twelve." You say quietly. "How about you?" "Same here." He nods, leaning back in the seat. He had a babyish face, and his platinum blonde hair looked odd to you. "I'm going to be a Slytherin. I already know, just like my mother and father. Our family is pureblood. How about you?" Honestly, you had no idea what a 'pureblood'. However, you went along with it, because you needed a friend. "Uh, yeah. Me too." He smiles at this. "My luggage is in the other compartment. I'm going back, would you like to join?" He asks. You nod and pick up your luggage, maybe you had a friend after all. --- You and Draco continued being friends throughout the year. People considered you best friends. You both got in Slytherin, and you had learned all what purebloods were and muggleborns and that you were a muggleborn. You didn't dare tell him though, for you knew his opinion on 'Mudbloods' as he called them. You had become good friends with two young boys and a young girl. They were Gryffindors. The two boys, Harry and Ron, you had met in Potions. They were nice. You shared a quill with them, knowing how harsh Snape was about not being prepared for class. Draco told you not to, but you wanted to. "Sometimes I wonder why you're so unnatural." He shakes his head, and looks back down and the Potions book you two shared. You couldn't find any so he volunteered to help you out. You met Hermione through the two boys. You liked her a lot, she was like a sister you always wanted but never had. They excepted you despite your house and its' reputation. "Maybe my mum will let you stay at my house?" Hermione says after you complain about your family. "Really? I can? All summer?" You ask, hope spreading in your eyes as the last day of school approached. "Yeah! I'll send her an owl! I suggest you do the same." She says, and runs off to the Owlery. You sprint to the Slytherin Common Room. Draco sat on the black sofa. "Great news!" You say, he turns towards you and smiles. You take a seat by him. "What's that?" "I don't have to go home! I'm staying with Hermione." "That Mudblood?" He asks, and shakes his head. "Y/n, I am surprised you got into Slytherin and not Hufflepuff." "Don't call her that Draco! Muggleborns aren't bad. What if I were one? Would you mistreat me?" He looks down and thinks for a moment. "No, you're different. But you aren't one, so I don't have to worry about it." You nod and say nothing. You go to bed without a word. --- Hermione's mom and dad let you stay, and so did your parents. They were more than happy to have you gone longer. On the last day, you had a hard time saying goodbye to Draco. "Write me every day." You say, hugging him one last time. "Send me letter as well. I'll see you next year, Y/n." You break apart and he leaves with his parents. Harry taps on your shoulder. You turn around. "How can you stand being around that foul git?" He asks. "He asks the same about you! He isn't foul either." You say. Harry embraces you as well, Ron and Hermione stand beside you. "I'll send letters, I'll check in everyday!" You promise, letting Harry go and moving to Ron. His face glows as red as his hair. "I swear!" And with the goodbyes out of the way, you started summer with Hermione and her family. ---- This is just leading up to yours' and Draco's relationship. Second part tomorrow! ~Sirius

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Remus X Reader: LOST (Part 2) by Remus

It’s the next morning, you touch the opposite side of the bed hoping to feel Remus there, but it was only empty space. You sit up on the bed and look around the room to see James in the corner of the room fast asleep.

‘Oh Remus’ you thought to yourself. you get out of the bed quietly and go to your wardrobe, you pick out a simple outfit for fall, white tank top, light blue cardigan, dark blue velvet skinny jeans and a pair of gray sneakers. 

You walk into the bathroom and change, after you’ve taken a nice warm shower, and walk out of the bedroom into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. James wakes up and hour later when you finished making the bacon to go with the toast and eggs, with cheese, the way Remus liked it. You smile to yourself remembering the time you and Remus went to the park in London to have a picnic.

He made eggs with cheese and told you ‘that even though it was lunch you can never go wrong with eggs and cheese’. He made you laugh like no one else could. You wanted him back so badly, you were ‘lost’ without him.

“this is so good y/n!” you snap back to reality and smile at James.

“thank you, Remus showed me how to make it, he was always good at cooking” you look out the window above the kitchen sink where you stood, and you could feel the tears starting to seep out of you.

“oh, y/n... I’m sorry I didn’t mean-”

“no...no you’re fine.” you turn to him and smile, a sad smile.

‘He’s never been gone this long... oh Remus, please come home, I’m lost’, you look out the window again. You see two shadows emerge from the forest, you wait to see the figures faces. One of them looks up to reveal your husband’s beautiful face, you race out the front door to embrace with him and never let him go again.

“your back... thank goodness” you say as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“I’d never leave you my love.” you look into his eyes and smile, pulling him in for a quick kiss. Never wanting the moment to end.

END.

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~ Remus (aka Wolfy)

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