Here you go whatisyourlefteyebrowdoingdavid. You want to shoot angst at me then I will shoot it right back. David upset on the beach, that’s versatility for you ;). And I don’t think I need to explain who the “inappropriate kissing situation” was about. LOL. The war continues!
a/n : the wifi on this bus only apparently works where there’s cell reception idfk wtf and this is that cute idea I thought of… maybe it’s not so cute??? PLSE tell me what u guys think I need to improve my writing !!!
a/n : the previous a/n was the original one, but I’m adding this in here. this may be an ongoing series!!! sorry for the shitty writing in advance GIMME FEEDBACK,,
1 ,, 2 ,, next chatpter in the works
your eyes were dropping. it was about four in the morning, and the tour bus was picking people up. you pressed play on some music and put to full volume. your friend next to you, tanushka, drifted off a few minutes before you. you felt yourself fade into sleep, letting your mind rest.
lin couldn’t believe it. he’d been in queens town for about six days and not a single person recognized him. no matter how peaceful it was, it was also disheartening. he didn’t let it get him down, he signed himself up for an 8 hour bus ride to Millford Sound. he walked onto the bus using the incredibly steep stairs, then heard a familiar beat. he couldn’t place it, but he saw the source of the noise- you. he walked towards your seat and that’s when tanushka noticed him.
she let out a loud gasp, grabbing your phone and opening it to the home screen, a picture of Lin on it. “you’re the guy! with the music play thing! LIT manny or something!” She exclaims in a shout-whisper. he laughs at lit-manny.
“I’m Lin-Manuel Miranda, if that’s what you mean.”
“yeah! That guy! Holy shit y/n FUCKING loves you!” she points at you.
“so you don’t mind if i… sit here?” he asks, wanting to surprise you.
“oh! oh! oh sure!” she gets up, letting him slide in. for the first he examines you. your hands were inside your star labs hoodie, and half of your face as well. he got to notice your hair and your eyes. from the corner of his eyes, in the seat pocket, he spotted glasses. you were cute enough in your own way. now that he was closer to you, he could hear all the music. it seemed your music range varied greatly. one second it was Hamilton, then it was Metallica, then it was twenty one pilots. it was quite amusing. then the bus driver spoke into the speakers, his voice startling you.
“o- what the SHIT? ugh tanushka you never wake me u-” you turned and Lin was smirking. you rubbed your eyes and blinked, fumbling for your glasses.
“what the heckle?” you muttered, letting your eyes clear to reveal Lin, laughing.
“well hello there I’m Lin-”
“Manuel Miranda” you finished, in awe, “no freaking way.”
“well yes freaking way. I kinda just, heard your music, and asked your friend, tanushka I believe?, if I could sit here.” at her cue, she popped up from behind you. “that’s me!”
“anyways, so hey! I guess you have some great music taste!” Lin chuckles. “so what’s you’re name?”
“uh- y/n” you stutter out. then with more confidence, “y/n l/n”.
“well, y/n, what a lovely name might I mention, may I ask you what you’re favorite Hamilton song?” he says, making you laugh.
“I have so many really- uh I guess I really like Washington on your side- ooh! or maybe the Reynolds Pamphlet! Definitely guns and ships! oh! also! RIGHT hand man? and the Schuyler sisters? they’re all so good and so brilliantly put together and the music and t-” his laugh interrupted you.
“I think I’d know how good it is, I spent way too much of my life writing them”
“modest MUCH?” you laugh, then realize how rude you came off. “I’m so sorry I didn’t meant to-”
“it’s fine! don’t be sorry!” he noticed your fidgeting. “nervous?”
“this is… a lot to take in” you breathed out.
“well take your time then.” he jokes, “the dad bod is my best attribute, I believe.” you laugh, and grab your phone.
“is it ok if I take a picture with you?” you ask awkwardly. he nods, and you open up camera. he spots your homescreen and points at it.
“well duh” you grin, holding up the camera so you could take a photo. you guys ended up taking maybe fifty because you both couldn’t keep a straight face.
“you don’t mind if I… sit here for the rest of the ride?” he asked, quite nervously. Lin has a crush. yes, it was a school girlish crush, but you had such a bright attractive personality… he couldn’t help it. was that even legal? liking a fan? it seemed like a distant thought, a foreign idea only sought after in fanfiction.
“oh my god of course!” you were practically screaming, a grin so wide that Lin couldn’t help but smile.
“so… let’s get to know each other I guess?” Lin said, then tried to think of a question. “oh! what’s your twitter handle?” he asks and you tell him. a pan formularles in his head on how to get your number.
“can you send me the photos?” Lin asks, reaching for your phone “here I’ll-”
“I’ll just dm it on Twitter!” you smile and type in his handle, sending him the photos. there goes that.
“you don’t mind sending me all the pictures? Maybe it would be faster over text?” he tried again.
“oh it’s fine, you don’t want a fan like me with your number.” you say, not getting the hint.
“don’t worry about it! there, it should have delivere-”
“goddamit can I please have your number?” he finally blurts. your eyes widen as you look up at him.
“I-uhm” Lin didn’t know how to fix this. he scratches the back of his head, looking towards his feet
“I’d love to give you my number.” You grin, and send it to him over Twitter.
“uh thanks” he grins sheepishly, then posted a photo. your phone rang with the notification for both Lins post & that he tagged you.
“you have me on post notifs?” he laughs, running a hand through his hair. god, he was cute.
“that’s cute.” he says laughing at your blush.
met the most amazing dum dum ever… (your handle)
you blushed again and covered your laugh as you looked at him. “this is so sweet!” you exclaim, and it was his turn to blush as he nervously looked towards the floor.
“and you followed me? what? that’s so cool! oh my gosh!” you gush, smile plastered across your cheeks.
“it’s no problem, really.” he says.
“thank you! well god, I’m tired so you don’t mind if I take a quick nap?” you ask, and he laughs. in the back of his head, he prayed the cliche gods were at work and you would fall asleep onto his shoulders.
Dean Winchester (and his girlfriend) hunting ghosts who turn out to be Lisa and Ben
Word count: 578
Request by: anon - OKAY IDEA FOR A FANFIC
OR ONE SHOT EITHER ONE IDC BUT DEAN AND SAM GO ON A GHOST HUNT AND THE GHOSTS
TURN OUT TO BE LISA AND BEN THANK YOU SO MUCH. BLESS YOU AND YOUR BEAUTIFUL
A/N: I haven’t read through this, please tell me if there are any mistakes aha. Also, sorry to the anon for the long wait, and sorry how bad it is aha.
You bust open the door
to the old abandoned warehouse and allowed Sam and Dean to both run in first,
your salted shotgun lifted proudly in your arms as you ran through the creaky
hallways looking for any sign of what could be movement. Suddenly, a loud,
woman’s screech came from behind one of the doors and it sounded as if a small boy
was also screaming.
All three of you
paused and shared a quick look as if to say ‘why do we do this?’ before running
straight into the room.
Shock ran across all
of your faces as you bust open the door and in the centre of the room stood
Lisa and Ben yet they didn’t seem like they did whilst they were alive. Blood
ran down both Lisa and Ben’s faces, their bodies were all crooked and managed
as if they had fought hard against whatever had killed them but inevitably
A gasp escaped your
mouth as you looked over to Dean to see if he was okay, although he had spent
most of his life with this woman and child, his face was completely blank (as
his girlfriend you could tell that blanked face Dean was the worse as it meant
his feelings were so utterly terrible that he didn’t want anyone else to know).
“It’s not them anymore
Dean,” Sam spoke referring to how they had lost their minds due to long time
they had been in the veil.
Just before you could
turn your attention back to the ghosts in front of you, you felt a strong force
punch you in the stomach which sent you flying across the length of the room
and slamming harshly against the wall.
“Y/N!” both Sam and
You felt as blood trickled
down, your eyes slowly beginning to shut. The last thing you saw was Sam
fighting off the ghosts and Dean running closely towards you, screaming ‘keep
your eyes open for me baby’ before blacking out.
You jumped awake, your
head pounding due to how quickly you had sat up.
“Hey, calm down, it’s
okay baby,” Dean spoke from the chair next to you, his hand reaching over your
shoulders and guiding you to lay back down.
“Lisa… Ben…” You spoke
out trying to remember what had happened, “Oh my gosh Dean, are you okay?”
concern laced your voice.
“I should be the one
asking you that,” he spoke with a chuckle, placing a light kiss on your
forehead, “Like Sam said, it wasn’t them anymore, as soon as they died it wasn’t
them, yes its going to take a while getting used to the idea that they’re gone
as I spent so much time with them, but now I have you.”
A smile made its way
onto Deans face before infecting it’s way onto yours too. You both leaned in,
his hands tangled in your hair and your arms snaked their way around his
shoulders as you locked lips.
After what seemed like
a few seconds you both pulled away, completely out of breath from the
“God, I love you,”
Dean spoke, his hands cupping your cheeks as he stared lovingly into your eyes.
“I know,” you joked, “I
love you too.”
And in that moment of
time, whilst staring deeply into your gorgeous galaxy eyes, Dean knew that he
could never feel sad or worthless when he had such a beautiful, perfect
girlfriend wrapped in his arms.
The cameras, the screaming when people recognised you, everything.
You were born in Riverdale, but moved to New York with your family where you were given amazing opportunities to act, you loved acting, you started off doing plays, then commercials, a few cameos on tv shows, you were just starting out as an actress but people started to recognise you, you couldn’t handle it all so fast so your parents let you take a break for the summer and go to your grandparents house in Riverdale.
Pansy spent the entirety of her teenage years pining after her best friend. Draco might have known about this and he might not have but Pansy didn’t care either way. She was blinded by her love for him and he might have taken advantage but again, Pansy didn’t really care. He was her best friend after all.
(a/n: i’m posting this to celebrate 1 THOUSAND followers! holy shit i couldn’t be happier. I want to thank everyone deeply, it makes me sooo happy nd i really really hope people enjoy this because it’s taken me two weeks to write it to the best standard i think i can - for once ive written something im actually proud of hahaha enjoy xx)