but he probably felt like shit after that and probably never really forgot it

If I’m a Saint, Then You’re Heaven

Summary: Phil is less than excited to start his Sex in the Bible course, but he can’t bring himself to regret it when he meets a gorgeous angel dressed in all pink by the name of Dan.
Word Count: 11,068
Warnings: Lots of religious talk, homophobia, physical fight, smut
A/N: Hey guys! I wrote this because I was tired of people writing a religious fic where Phil continuously tries to get Dan to sin. So this came out, where they both respect each other despite their religious differences (With a dash of sex at the end). If you’re uncomfortable reading smut then no worries! It’s easy to tell when they’re going to get it on and it ends at the ’-’ and is very close to the end (: Lastly, special thanks to @insanityplaysfics for betaing this for me and giving me this entire idea! Also thank you @phandommother for helping me out with the idea as well and listening to me rant about it :’)
Title Creds: Cement - Citizen
Read it on AO3

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Phil didn’t know why he decided to take the class. None of his friends were taking it and it honestly seemed like a lot of shit that Phil didn’t particularly care about, shit that didn’t really help him with his future career in any way. It seemed like a class that had a lot of reading, reading that Phil would probably never do, and let’s be honest, he probably only took the class because it had the word ‘sex’ in the title.

He walked into his Sex in the Bible class five minutes late on his first day.

The teacher didn’t bat an eye. Heads didn’t turn to look at him. Phil just sauntered in and stood at the back of the lecture room with his backpack slung over one shoulder while he scanned the room for a seat. Sometimes he forgot just how uncaring everyone was in university. He could just walk in ten to twenty minutes late and nobody would give a shit. Especially not in a class where there were over one hundred students.

(He didn’t understand why there were so many students in Sex in the Bible. They probably also just took the class because of the word ‘sex’).

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BTS replaced you. - pt.2

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.END]


Originally posted by fairybcby

After the conversation we shared I muted the conversation, there was nothing I wanted to hear anymore and nothing I wanted to do but sleep. I was curious of what they had to say, if anything at all but at the same time I didn’t want to know because they probably don’t think it’s a big deal they’ve missed my birthday three years in a row. I sat at my dining room table, staring at the candlelit cake in front of me. It was their favourite, strawberry flavour and just looking at it reminded me of them and how they won’t be here again to share this too large cake for one with me.

For so long I believed that we were best friends, that we were inseparable and nothing or no one could come between the friendship we shared because we had been through so much with one another. But I was wrong. They let her get between us. I don’t want to be a selfish brat that I’m seeming to be, but they just forgot me so easily after spending a week with her, wouldn’t that hurt you? They used to be the first people to say happy birthday to me, even if they were away they’d never forget to FaceTime me at 12am - but this year, even though we were supposed to celebrate, they didn’t call at 12, they didn’t send me a text. Because they forgot, and they left me waiting for them like a fool standing outside the restaurant in the winter cold holding my own birthday cake. They promised. They promised that they were going to celebrate with me this year for sure, they even made sure they had no schedule clashes today so that we could celebrate, but just like that they forgot and I was replaced with someone new, someone better.

People looked at me funny, people who walked into the restaurant, had their meal and came back out to see me still standing there alone - they all looked at me with pity in their eyes. ‘That girl must’ve got stood up’ must be what they were all thinking. Yeah I was stood up by my seven best friends. The entire week they’ve been hanging out, the entire week they’ve dismissed me. ‘If it was important we would have remembered’ ‘Clearly wasn’t all that important’, that hurt to say the least, it only told me how much I didn’t mean to them, making it clear to me that they don’t need me in their lives anymore because they have someone new, someone that let’s them have the personal space that they needed and I understood now. I was only ever thinking of myself and what I wanted. Maybe they didn’t forget, maybe this was their way to tell me that our friendship is over. 

I blew out the candle without making a wish, wishes don’t come true. I’ve wished for the same thing the last two years and each following year I end up getting disappointed. I crawled into bed and went to sleep, eyes slightly wet from crying. But a few hours later, I heard my phone ring; I picked up without even checking the caller ID. 

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Cold As Ice

Originally posted by v-writings

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: After discovering their powers and wanting to save a troubled citizen, the Reader is left to dealt with the consequences, but ends up finding out a certain secret from a certain spiderling instead.

Word Count: 3,180 (omg)

Warnings: Language, cuteness, discovery of powers, fluff, fight scene, shy!Reader, *slight* assault scene, suck-ass ending (bc I’m trash and I suck at writing), (Please let me know if I missed anything).

A/N: For some reason, I had such a hard time making a summary for this ?? Hopefully the anon that requested this thinks it’s okay. :// I’m slowly moving through all my requests (I have a lot lol). Anyway, let me know what you think as always and enjoy reading!


Walking into Midtown High, you cautiously grudge towards your locker in order to get your books for today’s classes.

These past few days have been strange, to say the least.

Despite it being almost the end of the school year and the hot weather finally arriving, you somehow felt cold to your bones.

Instead of wearing short sleeves and shorts, you started dressing in sweatshirts and pants.

Maybe I’m getting sick…?

Maybe it’s just the chills…?

You kept making excuses like that, but the coldness never seemed to go away.

It’s been happening for a couple weeks now, but you didn’t know what to do.

You didn’t know what this was.

Well, not until today.

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I Think You Forgot (Deaf Lance)

Well starlings~ You asked, and I made~ Enjoy my first one-shot in forever!

           Lance never thought one stupid accident would change his life so dramatically, he never thought all it would take was one little mistake. One fall and he would lose something so important. Lance still remember everything before it. How loud the cars were in the street, how quiet the breeze was, how chilly it was. He wasn’t wearing a jacket. Yet, he couldn’t remember anything during it. The doctor’s said it was his brain protecting him from trauma. Lance called it his brain stealing even his last few painful moments of still being able to hear completely.

           Now the world was just so dim.

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Hard To Tell - Jeff Atkins/Reader

chapter 6: confession

word count: 1890

tagged list: ( i have to work on this,, again )

chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 5 - chapter 6 ( you’re here! )

When you went to school the next day, you received stares. Does that come as a shock? When you were rifling through your locker, two hands were placed on your hips.

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Inheritance | Pt.4

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre:
hybrid!au, fluff (is it even there? who knows), smut (later later),
Words:
3.1k+
Warnings:
none?? a surprising lack of tears in this one
Notes:
We get to know a bit more about dear sweet Yoongi in this next sad installment. What a time to be alive. I forgot to mention when I first posted this that this is for those anons that requested a hybrid!Yoongi !!! Here you go babies 💖

After your grandmother passed she left everything to you. Her house, her fortune, and apparently… her cat? The grumpy male hybrid you encounter at her house is anything but the tame housecat you’d expected to find. Fulfilling your grandmother’s last request to look after him becomes a lot harder when he seems to be avoiding you, and your dissatisfied relatives start stirring up trouble.

Originally posted by nevermindmyg

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Imagine accidentally killing Lisa but later making a deal to bring her back. Dean was in the beginning furious with you but then feels guilty and devastated because he lost you. (Part 4)

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“I didn’t-” he started but felt the lump in his throat make it impossible to speak or breathe in the first place.

“What?” your voice was still hoarse “Didn’t mean it? Because it really sounded to me like that, Dean. You wanted a life with Lisa, a life I didn’t even exist in, and I offered it to you. And if this is now somehow a problem, don’t worry, I’ll make sure that you won’t have to face me again once the sun rises.”

“You’re going to leave.” it was a statement in a grave voice “You’re going to leave us. Me.”

“No, Dean.” you breathed out, getting up from your seat and turning to face him.

The moment you locked eyes he felt more hurt than he could ever have, and it wasn’t because you had red and glossy eyes, a tear-stained face or a look of pure hatred for him and what had happened. No it was the complete different, you almost looked indifferent for him and towards him and that hurt worse than anything. He remember when he had returned from Hell himself he had only been dreaming about running to you to find you and when he had, he had looked at you with so much love and longing. But your eyes held no emotion as they looked at him, and maybe yes you felt things for him, but you were probably hiding it real well and he couldn’t see it.

“You’ve left me.” you breathed out, taking a deep breath “You were the one that abandoned me, you let me rot down there with your last words repeating over and over again. Demons, taking turns one after the other and having the pleasure to take your face, repeating those words while torturing me. And you, Dean, you let me believe it. You didn’t just let me go through it, you also left me to be believe I never meant a thing for you or for anybody else.”

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Tree Bros Oneshot

Word count: 1683
Connor and Evan are hanging out with weed and beer and Evan is a lightweight and a very talkative drunk. (Gay)
TW: smoking, weed, alcohol, mentions of depression, anxiety

“I want to get high. Or drunk. Or both” Evan stated bluntly. Him and his friend, Connor were sitting in Connor’s bed, watching tv.

“What?”

“You know how life fucking sucks? Like really fucking sucks with school and anxiety and depression and all that, well it’s being shittier than usual right now and you use weed or alcohol to take the edge off when life is being a bitch, and life is being a bitch so I want something to repress it for a couple hours. It’s ok if you don’t want to give me anything because they’re yours and not mine but I was just wondering and you know what, you don’t have to give me anything, it’s fine I’ll live without it. Sorry for even asking.”

“No dude it’s fine. I got you.” He said as he got up from his spot on his bed. He crossed the room to his closet and shuffled through some clothes and boxes until he found what he needed. He pulled a joint, a black lighter, and two bottles of beer. He lit the joint and handed it to Evan along with one of the beers. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Evan grabbed it gingerly and brought it to his mouth. He breathed in and started coughing immediately.

“That’s normal, you’ll cough for the first couple hits. Then you’ll hopefully get used to it. ”

“Ok.” Silence. “I feel edgy like I’m doing bad things without my mom’s knowledge. Do you always feel like a rebel ‘cause this is cool. We should go rob a bank or steal an old lady’s purse. Something like that!” Evan exclaimed.

“I think someone’s getting too edgy, do I need to take that away from you?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything, if fine!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I’m 147% sure. Now can you pass the joint?” Evan handed over silently. The two boys sat and drank and smoked and just talked and laughed until everything was gone. Evan was wasted after the one beer and half a joint because he is such lightweight, while Connor was barely tipsy. Evan was giggling in Connor’s bed over how funny the wall looked. 'Damn he looks cute,’ Connor thought.

“Hey Ev, I’m going to the bathroom I’ll be right back. Don’t leave this room, ok?” Evan, who was now laughing uncontrollably, managed to say an ok through his hysteria.

Connor was only gone for two minutes, at the most, but when he came back Evan was sitting on the bed, a different person, as he was yelling at the taller boy.

“AH! Who are you? Get out of my room!” He pointed

“Ev, I’m Connor, and this is my room.” He said slowly crossing over to Evan, trying to assure him that he was ok, but also getting kind of annoyed because this could potentially be a big problem.

“This isn’t your room you’re a liar!”

“What the fuck Evan, it’s Connor. I was gone for two minutes how’d you forget?” Connor was now standing at the edge of the bed next to Evan, who was sitting as far back from Connor as he could.

“You’re not Connor you imposter! But woah. You sorta look like him.” Evan crawled up to the edge of the bed and cradled his hands around the other boy’s face, feeling the features.

“What are you doing?”

“Touching you.”

“Why?”

“Because you look like my friend Connor.”

“Oh do I now?” Connor asked, now playing along with Evan’s drunken state.

“Ya, but you’re not as cute as him.”

Connor blushed, “he’s not that cute.”

“Oh but he is! His hair is long and beautiful and so soft, I could run my hands through it all day. And when he has it up in a bun it’s gorgeous and it makes his face look even better, and his face, oh his face. He doesn’t smile much, but when he does, there crinkles around his mouth that make his smile ten million times more beautiful. He also has the most amazing eyes. The most beautiful things in the world. I could stare into them for hours but I can’t because he’ll think I’m weird. But they’re a pale blue, kinda like the color of faded jeans or the sky, and the right one has a spot of brown in the corner. I don’t think he likes it because whenever it’s brought up he gets a little mad, like he never wanted because it makes him the 'kid with the weird eye’, but I think it makes him different and unique and beautiful.”

“What else do you like about him?” Conner egged Evan’s drunken rambling on to see what else he’d say about him.

“Connor Murphy is nice, and he’s getting better and further away from mean secluded Connor, but nobody cares to see that in him, but they still think of him as old Connor and that makes me mad. I just want Connor to be happy because of all the shit he’s been through, he deserves it. And Connor is also really funny too! His jokes make me laughs hard, that one time milk shot out of my nose. It really hurt, but it was a really good joke. I think it was about Jared. He’s so amazing and he deserves all the love in the world and I love him so much, since the day I met him I felt something for him, but he’ll never reciprocate my affections because he’s probably straight, and even if he liked boys there are better ones than me, so it’s pointless but I can’t let go of it. Just don’t tell him that I said all this because he might get mad and not want to hang out with me anymore or be my best friend and I don’t want that so I’m just going to keep quiet.”

Connor was flabbergasted. Evan, his crush since forever, his unrequited love, just drunkenly admitted his feelings about him. Connor was blushing so hard, he probably looked like a tomato. “You really do like him huh?”

“More than anything.”

Connor blushed harder than ever, and was probably brighter than a tomato. “Wow. I think he likes you too.”

“Really! You think?! No way, you’re lying.”

“He told me.”

“Holy shit.” Evan’s face glowing with his beautiful, radiant, signature Evan Hansen smile. He couldn’t believe it. “Hey, I’m tired, I’m gonna go to bed.” Evan laid down on the bed and instantly feel asleep.

“Holy fuck.” Connor muttered to himself. Evan talks a lot while drunk, but damn, he just admitted his love for Connor freaking Murphy of all people. He looked over at the boy in his bed, his eyes closed and he looked peaceful and adorable. He just wanted to hold him and protect him. Connor put a blanket over Evan’s body and crawled into the spot next to him, but leaving space between them, and fell asleep, smiling.

The next morning, Evan awoke with a pounding headache, reeking of weed, and no recollection of anything after he started drinking and smoking. It took him a minute to realize where he was, in Connor’s room, in Connor’s bed, with his arms around Connor. Shit. Did they sleep together? No, they both still had on their clothes. But Evan was holding a sleeping Connor in his arms. What is he suppose to do, take his arms away, and wake up Connor and have to explain that he had his arms around Connor, or does he stay and have to explain why he was holding the other. Evan decided that he’d do neither and pretend to fall back asleep and deal with it later. He was a minute deep into his plan when he sneezed and woke up the boy in his arms.

“Sorry,” Evan squeaked, unwrapping his arms from the other.

“About what, I just woke up.”

“For waking you and having my arms around you I didn’t even know I did it I woke up like that a-”

“Evan.”

“Ya?”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“100%?”

“110% sure.”

“Thank you, also, sorry to ask, what happened last night, I don’t remember anything.”

“Don’t apologize, but you don’t remember anything?”

“Nothing, the last thing I remember is taking a hit.”

“Really?”

“Yes! Did I do something terrible? Please tell me! From what it looks like I did something bad, please tell me I didn’t do anything bad. ”

“No, you just talked a lot.”

“Oh god, sorry if I said anything embarrassing.”

“No, you just went on and on about how beautiful I was.”

“Did I? That’s embarrassing! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I don’t like like you in a gay way because you’re not my type or anything but I’m not saying that I don’t like you, I like you but not that way.”

Connor was kind of hurt that Evan was denying everything he said. “You said you loved me last night.“

Evan started to panic, but tried his best to not show it. He couldn’t believe he did that. Evan decided he’d never get wasted again. “I didn’t mean it I swear I didn’t I was just out of it. Please don’t hate me.”

“You seemed pretty sure last night. Talking about how beautiful my eyes were and how much you loved my personality while you were holding my face. To me it seemed pretty legit.” Connor tried to see if Evan was was truthful in his drunken moments or not, hoping that Evan really did love him.

"Fuck. I’m sorry. I do really like you a lot and I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. I understand if you hate me now and want me to leave I should go r-” Connor smashed their lips together. Evan was so shocked, he forgot to kiss back.

“I love you too Ev.” Connor said after they parted.

Evan was a blushing mess, “Can we do that again?” Connor nodded and connected them again.

Jamie - Names (Drabble Series)

Bucky | Barnes | Buck | Sarge | Jamie | Soldat | Love | James | Epilogue

Character Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Summary: She calls Bucky by many different names. Each one portraying a different emotion, motive behind her words changing and telling with every utterance off her lips.

WC: 1550

A/N: Tags are now closed! This chapter is my favorite. If I were Bucky’s girl, I’d totally just call him Jamie all the time. I’m so blown away by the positive response to this series. I posted another series here earlier this summer and I think it got 45 notes at most on a chapter. Thank you so much guys!

Jamie was a name she used in two instances: when she was drunk and when she wanted something. It always amused him and he found it cute, wishing she would use it more often.

“Hey Jamie, what do you think of repainting the dining room?” (She was both for this one.)

“I know we never officially talked about getting a cat, but Jamie he’s so cute. You’ll love him I promise!”

It was the night of another rager of a Stark Party, a few weeks after Steve dragged everyone out to the compound. They were celebrating the end of a very successful mission that had taken months to plan and execute, not that Tony ever needed an excuse to throw a party.

She was drunk, relieving the stress of the past few weeks with one too many martinis.

“Jamie! Jaaaaaamieeeeee!” she sang out.

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Better than This.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You and Tom have recently become engaged and moved in together. You go out to buy some groceries.

Warnings: Swears. Come on, it’s me. Maybe a lil innuendo if you squint. Uhm, and fluff. Hella fluff man.

Word Count: 1055

A/N: This is the single most self-indulgent bullshit piece I have EVER written in my WHOLE life, and I’ve been writing shit for like seven years. Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as my romantically frustrated ass enjoyed writing it.

You woke up to sunlight drifting lazily through your brand new off-white curtains. A smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, you snuggled in closer to your long-time boyfriend, now fiancé, who sounded like he was still asleep. You turned a little so you could look up at him. With his mouth half open, breathing heavily, he would probably be asleep for a while. Your smile turned into a mischievous grin.

You leaned far enough upwards that you could reach his face. Then, you began peppering his forehead, cheeks, and shoulders with kisses. He started to stir a little, so you paused. Eyes barely open, he looked down at you, a soft smile breaking across his face, more beautiful than the sunrise happening outside, you were sure. You returned the smile before leaning up again to give him a long kiss on the lips.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

He sighed. “Good morning, darling.”

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Split - Kai Scenario. Part 1

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family.

Word Count: 2976

A/n: I’m finally uploading my new series. This has been in my drafts for almost a year and I’m finally ready to show it to everyone. Any kind of reviews (even just a word) is welcome as always <3

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Originally posted by kairamelo

When the alarm wakes you up you don’t even need to open your eyes to know that it’s still dark outside. But you have to get up right away. Even if it’s cold and the bed seems more inviting that ever. Your bedroom is illuminated only by streetlight, until you finally reach for flip the switch on the wall.

The sudden brightness blinds you temporarily and you keep rubbing your eyes, while searching for something warm to wear. You’ve been extremely cold lately. And you know it has nothing to do with the fall rolling over. Neither can you warm yourself with a sweatshirt or hot tea, which you still choose to drink seated by your kitchen island.

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Title: Teenage Rebellion
Fandom: Stranger Things
Characters: Jonathan Byers x Reader
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 1,355
Warnings: Some swearing, mentions of bullying
Notes: Based on a request from an anon for “Could you do a Jonathan Byers fic with the prompt ‘I always hide in this one stairwell whenever I’m having a mental breakdown / existential crisis / etc but today when I came here you were already there’ Thank you!”

Originally posted by therealspideyman

Jonathan Byers had grown very accustomed to people whispering about him, often pointing and giggling amongst themselves as they did so. Because of this, it didn’t bother him when a few of his peers began gossiping about him – until he heard his mother’s and brother’s names come up.

“I still don’t think that Will Byers ever really went missing. That freak show of a family probably just wanted to land some paid interviews or something.”

I think the mom is a bit of a schizo. She probably just had a psychotic break and made the whole thing up.”

Jonathan could hear the teacher yelling after him as he left the room. He knew that if he had to sit there and listen to those idiots for another second, he’d have ended up getting suspended. The teachers would undoubtedly be looking for him, so he went to the one place he knew they’d never check.

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Kim Jongdae//Um...Surprise?

Originally posted by everybodyloveschen

Summary: You and Jongdae have been dating for quite a while, but when he drops the L-bomb on you for the first time, you realise that you should probably tell him about the toddler back home that calls you mom.
Scenario: angst, fluff
Word Count: 4,834

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“Panic Attacks” Finn Wolfhard (part 2)

Plot - Y/N struggles with panic attacks. Finn is the only one who knows

Pairing - Finn Wolfhard x Reader

“Are you nervous?” Finn asked me, his voice just a little louder than a whisper. We were in a van, heading to our first interview. “Yeah, a lot actually.” I whispered back. “It’ll be okay Y/N, you’re good at interviews.” He replied, a smirk on his face, as he quickly hugged me.

“Aw shit. I forgot my fake teeth.” we heard Gaten swear from the front seat. “Welp, back to being toothless for you.” Caleb laughed, all of us joining in. “Shut up.” Gaten laughed as well. “Jeez Caleb don’t be so rude!” Millie giggled. Light hearted banter continued from there on. I stayed quiet, too caught up in my thoughts. The only thing that was keeping me from completely freaking out was Finn. More specifically, his tight grip on my hand. I focused on his fingers intertwined with mine, and the way he was rubbing circles on my hand with his thumb.

“Y/N’s being awfully quiet.” Gaten stated, taking me out of my thoughts. “You doing okay?” he asked. “Yeah im fine, im just tired, Noah and I had to get up at 2am.” I replied, slightly smiling. “Yeah, it was shit, and I forgot to pack my carry on so I was late to picking her up.” Noah added. I squeezed Finn’s hand, feeling my nerves bubbling up again. He squeezed back, reassuring me that it was going to be fine.

We got to a set, a couch and a few chairs were on the left side and a single chair was on the right. We all took a seat, Finn making sure I was right next to him. We were on the couch in front, along with Millie, while Noah, Caleb and Gaten sat on the chairs in the back. The blonde interview came in and shaked all of our hands. Then the interview started.

The lady asked us a few questions, I didn’t answer any. My anxiety started to bubble up. Before a second thought I took Finn’s hand in mine, forgetting we were on camera. “You doing okay?” he whispered. “Ish.” I replied.

“Okay, if you were to use one word to describe season 2, what word would you choose?” The interviewer asked. “Different.” Millie responded. “Dangerous.” Caleb smiled. “Intense.” Finn answered. “Amazing.” Noah beamed. “Romantic” Gaten replied, wiggling his eyebrows. “Fun.” I mumbled a bit. Oh shit, could they hear me? “I’m sorry Y/N, I couldnt hear your answer.” The blonde lady said. Fuck, they couldn’t hear me. “I said fun, sorry.” I repeated, lowering my head, embarrassed. Thankfully, the interview was almost over.

“I’m so fucking stupid.” I kept mumbling to myself in the hallway. We were taking a quick bathroom break before the next interview, which was a whiles away. “Why are you stupid?” I heard Finn ask, as he sat next to me. “I just embarrassed myself, because I couldn’t say the word ‘fun’.” I snapped. “Hey, it’s okay, don’t worry about it. That interviewer was old, and probably has bad hearing, that’s all.” He reassured me, taking my hand in his once again. “Yeah, I guess you’re right, thanks.” I responded.

“Oh my god! Are you two dating?!” I heard Gaten shout, pointing at us holding hands. “Gaten, shut up, we’re not dating, no.” Finn replied, letting go of my hand. I felt my heart sink a bit. “Then why were you two holding hands?” He asked, a confused look on his face as he sat down next to me. “Uh, we, uh..” Finn stuttered. “We were comparing hand sizes.” I interjected. “What? Why?” Gaten chuckled. “Because I have really small hands.” I answered, putting my hand up and gesturing Finn to put his on mine. “See?” I said. “Holy shit! What the hell?” Gaten laughed, taking my hand and putting his up to it. “Wow! That’s so weird.” he laughed once again.

“Comparing hand sizes?” Finn whispered/laughed once we got back into the car. “It was all that I could think of! And he believed it.” I giggled back. “Yeah, true.” Finn mumbled. “I like how small your hands are.” He commented after a few seconds of silence. “Okay, uh, thanks?” I slightly chuckled, a little confused. “I mean, it fits with mine quite nicely. It’s the perfect size for my hand.” He explained, making me blush.

“Hey, hand me the aux cord.” I heard Noah say to David. He played ‘Should I Stay or Should I Go?’ by The Clash. “My god Noah.” Caleb shook his head. “C’mon, we love this song!” Noah laughed, singing along. Eventually all of us were singing with him.

The last interview was fine, nothing embarrassing happened which was good. Finn held my hand during it as well. “Hey, Y/N?” Finn asked, once we got back to the hotel room. “Yeah?” I replied. “How come you don’t want the others to know you have anxiety and get panic attacks?” He asked, making me stop what I was doing. “Because I don’t want them to know.” I answered, turning around to face him. “That’s not an answer and you know it. You won’t even tell your mom, the only reason I know is because you had one in front of me once.” He remarked. “Yeah and you never should’ve found out. It’s not something to go out and tell everyone all casual like ‘hey everybody! I suffer from this dumb mental illness called anxiety!’ it’s just hard to talk about, even with you.” I almost shouted. I could feel myself getting angry. “I’m not saying it’s something easy to talk about. It’s just, like you said, you are suffering. Maybe if you told someone like Millie or Noah as well-” “Finn, no. you are the only one who needs to know.” I interjected. “Ill tell them if and when im ready. But right now, it’s too much. Im taking a shower.” I mumbled, leaving the room and going into the bathroom.

After my shower, I had calmed down alot. “Hey Finn, I’m sorry I got mad.” I said, walking out of the bathroom. “It’s okay, i understand why. Want to watch a movie?” He asked “the T.V has netflix.” He added. “Sure, what are we watching?” I responded, taking a seat on his bed instead of mine.

I didn’t get much sleep. It was 3:30 and I was sat up in my bed, Finn soundly sleeping in the bed next to me. My mind was wandering again. I was thinking about our argument. ‘I shouldn’t have yelled’  I thought. ‘He’s probably so mad’ ‘I probably just ruined our friendship’ I kept thinking. The thought of losing Finn as a friend was enough for me to start silently crying. ‘He hates me.’ I kept repeating. Not being able to stop myself, I started pacing. The feeling of my heavy chest came back. Slowly it became heavier and heavier, until I couldn’t handle it. “FUCK!” I yelled, kicking the wall next to me, my crying became louder, I couldn’t breath. I fell to the ground. “Y/N? Are you okay?” I heard Finn question, his voice lower than normal, since he just woken up. “Oh god.” He mumbled, turning on the light and rushing over to me. “Y/N. Y/N, it’s okay i’m here now.” He whispered, rubbing my back. “I’m so sorry.” I cried, turning to hug him. “For what, sweetheart?” he asked, hugging me back. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.” I sobbed, my tears wetting his shirt. “Its okay, im not mad.” He whispered, helping me to my feet. “Let’s get back in bed, okay?” He asked. I slowly nodded in response as he brought me to his bed. I got on one side and he quicking got in on the other. Without another word, he pulled me closer to him, his arm around my waist and his other hand playing with my hair. I rested my head on his chest, my breathing still uneven and little tears still falling. I focused on his heartbeat, to distract myself.

Around half an hour later, I still couldn’t sleep. “Finn?” I whispered, moving my head so I could see him. “Finn, I cant sleep, im sorry.” I mumbled. I watched as his eyes slowly fluttered open. “Understandable.” He answered, making me laugh a bit. “Want to stay up and talk for a little?” He asked, moving a bit so we were sitting up. “Yeah.” I replied.

We talked about random shit until he asked a more serious question. “Y/N? Did you think I was mad at you because you yelled? Is that why you had the panic attack?” He asked, looking me in the eyes. “I thought I ruined our friendship, I thought I had lost you.” I admitted, ashamed. “Baby, I would never leave you. I’m here to stay, you’re my best friend.” He spoke, I could hear how sincere he was. “That’s what they all say.” I mumbled, rolling my eyes. “Y/N, look at me.” He demanded. I did, he rested his hand on my cheek. “I’m here to stay.” He repeated, before softly kissing my lips. “Finn.” I mumbled, a stupid grin plastered on both of our faces. “Y/N” He mumbled before connecting our lips again.

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Mockery (Negan x Lana)

Summary: Lana is the queen of sass. Negan may have just met his match. 

Characters: Negan x Alana

Word Count: 3,560

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Fluff and Swearing

Author’s Note: This fic was requested by @i-dont-have-a-harp who sent:

Would you be able to do a fic with a girl called Alana (Lana as a nickname) where she’s super sassy and is taken during the lineup from Alexandria? Negan takes a liking to her but she refuses to fall for him, until he begins showing a softer side when it’s just the two of them, but Lana is too stubborn to admit it until something puts her and Negan in danger? 

I had too much fun writing this. Love me a sassy character. This one is jam-packed with sass, fluff and smut. I hope it’s to your liking. 

Thank you thank you thank you to @ashzombie13 for being my beta reader!

Please let me know what you think! You can message me anytime! I LOVE feedback! (Seriously! Send me asks and you’ll make my whole week)

Originally posted by smuttwd

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Another Stone

guys why why why why @justanotherwannabeclassic@businesscasualprincess@winterbythesea@hencethebravery

Summary: In Neverland, after visiting the Echo Caves, Emma and Hook are separated from the group. There’s an easy way to get back; they just have to traverse the Echo Ravine. But to make a bridge across, they can’t just reveal any deep, dark secret …
Rating: E
Notes: This isn’t beta-read and also it’s Shea’s fault.


Emma angrily cut through the dense foliage, like that would somehow fix the problem. But nope, mutilating the flora didn’t change the fact that she’d gotten herself separated from the rest of the group.

“Careful, love.”

With Hook. Of course with Hook. Of course she’d be stuck with him after those confessions–that he was falling in love with her after a single kiss, that she would always love Neal but wished he’d still been dead, that Neal wouldn’t stop pursuing her. Nothing to make things more awkward than having to be honest about your feelings!

At least they weren’t also stuck with Neal as well. Now that would be even more awkward.

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Title: Dark Chocolate pt. 2

Title: Dark Chocolate 

Type: Fluff

Characters: Reader X Jaehyun

Word Count: 3, 018

A/N: help, I don’t know how to write fluff lmfao plus I listen to limitless and firetruck while writing this which is kinda the wrong song to listen to when you want to feel the fluffy emotion jfc. Also, it’s longer than what I’ve initially planned but, I hope yall enjoy this! Have fun!

Summary: It’s definitely not your fault that you’re allergic to chocolates. But the problem is, he doesn’t know about it at all.

part 1

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Dear Diary

anon asked: could you please do a story where Sam and Dean find their sisters diary and when they read it they find out that she has a date that night and decided that they need to follow and supervise but don’t want her to know that they are but finally step in when they see their sister and the guy kiss please, i love your writing

Pairings: Dean x sister!reader / Sam x sister!reader

Word Count: 1,108

A/N: I literally stayed up for 2 hours and wrote this in one sitting. Oops. Thanks for 300 followers!!


“Have a good day!” Sam shouted as you went out the door to go to school.

“Is she gone?” Dean asked, popping out from behind the wall. “Yeah, why?” Sam asked, wondering why Dean cared so much.

“Because last night, I passed by her room and saw her writing in a notebook.” Dean informed.

“So? She was probably just doing homework.” Sam bluntly stated.

“Or…. she could have a diary or something.” Dean raised his eyebrows.

“Dude, she’s 17. I doubt she’d have a diary.” Sam rolled his eyes at his older brother.

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The Parting Gift (High School! Stan Uris x Female Reader)

Summary: Stan is afraid that you don’t remember him after four years, but when your bag rips and your books fall all over the ground, he sees something that says that you do remember him.

Warnings: None just some good ole’ cute stuff and unedited af

Word Count: 2020

Note: This can be considered like a second part to my other Stan imagine, but not really. The reader is in she/her pronouns unlike the other which is neutral. Enjoy! :))

Originally posted by keys-and-doors

High School was rough, yet still incredibly fun and eventful to say the least. Stan was just grateful that he was finally in his final year so he could graduate and go somewhere far away from Derry to start a new life.

Just a week before the school year started, all of his friends…Bill Denbrough, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Eddie Kaspbrak, and Richie Tozier had thrown a small party at Bev’s place. It wasn’t really much of a party, but a small hang out where they all sat on the living room floor, snacks scattered around them, and some movie playing on her television while they talked about their previous years high school years.

It was also the day that Stan thought of you again.

“Oh and what about Stan’s little girlfriend when we were like 12- what was her name?…” Richie had blurted out after everyone begun to tease him and his boyfriend Eddie after Mike had said that he remembers it being completely obvious that Eddie and Richie were into eachother.

That was it- everyone stopped what they were saying and turned to Richie, wide eyes and Ben near out glaring at the trashmouth.

Stan hadn’t seen you in about four years, and even though it’s been a that long, he still knew you, still loved you. Yes, he loved you just as much as he “loved” you when he was 13. When you left, just a month after the sewer incident, he was devastated.

It was so sudden too, there had been no warning, it was just random. You were basically climbing into the car with your father, tears in your eyes as you waved good-bye. You didn’t give him a kiss or a hug or anything! You were in that much of a hurry to go. It was like the love of his life was stripped from him before his very eyes like those sappy romance dramas.

It took him a while to fully accept you were gone, maybe about a year with the aid of his closest friends. The most helpful was Ben, in his opinion, and Richie was helpful ironically. His shenanigans had been a perfect distraction (He still believes despite what Richie claims is that he was doing it on purpose). After that, you would only cross his mind once in awhile, only when he saw something that reminded him of you, like a beautiful swift bird or the smell of lavender.

Soon, you were completely off of his mind- until right now.

“Oh shit,” Richie cursed, but Stan shrugged.

“It’s whatever,” Stan said, “It was a long time ago- now when i think of her, I only think about how fast we’re all going to leave Derry like her,” he laughed. Ben watched Stan for a long time, clearly remembering how hard it was to get Stan to stop thinking about her, before turning away. When everyone accepted his claim, their conversation continued, you never being brought up again.

What Stan said was true, it was his last year of high school, a year before he could finally escape Derry, Maine like what you had done. He had many dreams for the future, and none of them included ever returning to this town. He would go off to college, and forget about this town just as he forgot about you.

Yeah, that was what was supposed to happen. Of course, it didn’t turn out that way.

Just a week into his senior year, his English teacher was interrupted during his lecture on grammar when someone, a girl specifically, entered his classroom. It was Beverly, who was seated next to Stan, who nudged him softly and said, “Hey, she looks really familiar”

Stan, who wouldn’t of even bothered to look up if it weren’t for Beverly, looked up from his spot in the second row, only to see you, but not you. No, it was a much older you. You stood there at the doorway, a green slip folded between your fingers, and your brown, shoulder bag hanging over your shoulder.

Stan was in a loss for words. He recognized you in an instant, and it was like that door he closed so long ago was just kicked down by you and your beautiful self. His jaw was dropped, and cheeks tinted pink. Beverly glanced at Stan, and let out a soft laugh.

“Falling in love there Stanley?” she jokingly asked. Stan didn’t take his eyes off of you to even glare at Beverly for her question, because he was so confused that you were here, after four long years, you were here, back in Derry, in his English class. This sounded exactly like those romance dramas.

He watched as you spoke with the teacher, oh god your voice still had that impact on his heart, probably even more. The teacher nodded, welcoming her to his class before looking at his roster. Stan’s eyes went direction to the empty seat behind Beverly, who was staring at Stan with wide, green eyes.

When you walked pass Stan to get to your seat, he stared up at you with hopeful eyes…but you didn’t even spare him a glance. That made his heart drop and his hands begin to shake even more. Beverly laughed once more, and reached over to tap his shoulder.

“Close your mouth before you swallow a fly,”

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