Nursey doesn’t usually go to these things alone. He can usually find a date - or at least a friend - to make everything a little less awkward. This is Jack and Bitty’s wedding, though, which means that all of his friends are already here. It also means that the only person he would want to bring as a date is already here, too, looking unfairly dapper in his grey suit.
He’s jumping around on the dance floor with Chowder and Farmer when the DJ announces that she’s switching over to a slow song, and he ducks out to sit down at the table.
He doesn’t mind sitting and watching the couples dancing, Chowder lifting Farmer off her feet to spin her around, Ransom with his face tucked into Holster’s neck, Jack leaning down so his forehead rests on Bitty’s, but he’s spent the whole damn day fantasizing about what might’ve been if he had the balls to just ask -
Requested: anthony x reader where reader is anthony’s longterm girlfriend who stuck with him through him never being home, missing out on date nights for rehearsals & performances, & really through everything together. when the show hits broadway, anthony starts staying waaay later than he has to @ the theatre & on readers 3 year anni with him, he insists he has to stay late at the theatre when they already had plans together & reader discovers it was just bc he wanted to hang out with jasmine
Words: 6,149 (i get it man, I’m so extra)
Warnings: swearing, cheating, AND angst, SO much angst, I’m sorry
A/N: I WANT TO DEDICATE THIS FIC TO THE MOST AMAZING PERSON, ELL @lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky. THANK YOU FOR LOOKING OVER THIS & FOR LITERALLY MAKING ME LAUGH & SMILE EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY. I LOVE YOU & I APPRECIATE THE SHIT OUTTA YA GIRL. Y’ALL GO CHECK HER OUT, SHE SLAYS THE GAME EVERYDAY.
ALSO, I have no words as to how PROUD I am of this fic, it’s UNREAL. It took me so long to write and I love it, it’s basically my child. PLEASE ENJOY.
Request: Congrats about your anniversary! Can I request a really fluffy dean x reader where they’ve been dating for awhile. Like maybe one night they go to a bar with Sam and dean uses all his bad pickup lines on his girlfriend.
Pairing: Dean x reader
A/N: I’m simultaneously proud and mortified at myself for this…
Title: Make Me Bad Pairing: Tyler Joseph/Reader Rating: Mature Warnings: Innocent!Tyler (with a wild side), dirty talk, teasing, choking, hair pulling, unprotected sex. Just fun shit. A/N: It’s the BBQ fic, ya’ll. Let’s have some fun tonight. I hope you like it, because I really enjoyed writing it. Hopefully, I’ll have some Josh stuff out for you soon!
Sanvers reunion after Alex almost got launched into fucking space!!
She didn’t go with Alex because she knows Alex.
She knows Alex will be more focused if Maggie is safe. Knows she will be less likely to get herself killed if Maggie is safe.
She hates it.
But she knows her.
And anyway, there are other refugees to keep safe.
And that’s the point of a power couple, right? Stronger together, but sometimes ride or die means riding solo on different parts of the same mission.
So she kisses her like she loves her – because she does, god, how she does – and she tries not to think about the kind of danger Alex is strutting into while she makes rounds on every alien in National City she knows, warning them, smuggling them out when necessary.
She has a few bruises of her own by the end of the day, but that pales in comparison to the pain that shoots through her core when Susan Vasquez calls her with a tight voice and shaking hands.
“Maggie, it’s Cadmus. They’re launching a ship with the refugees into space. Alex… Alex is on the ship.”
She doesn’t hang up the phone so much as she drops it, and she only bothers with her helmet because of muscle memory, and she only pays attention to red lights so she can swerve away from creating four-way crashes, and she forgets what speed limits are because Alex, Alex, goddammit how could she have ever let her go alone, Alex.
“What’s happening?” she demands, and Vasquez won’t let her into the control room. She takes Maggie around the waist and she holds her and she pins her arms to her sides and she rocks her when she breaks.
“Supergirl’s up there with her. She’ll save her, Maggie. They’ll both save everyone.”
“Then why won’t you let me into the damn control room?” she chokes with a wet rage she hasn’t felt since the massacre at the bar.
“I – “
But a cheer rises up, then, and Vasquez chokes out a dry laugh and lets Maggie run out of her arms.
“They’re okay? She’s okay?”
J’onn’s face is in his hands but he nods at the sound of her voice, and she takes Winn into her arms and doesn’t complain when he lifts her off her feet and spins her around.
She does complain a little when he damn near drops her, and Susan has to run over to stabilize them both.
But only a little.
She doesn’t let go of Winn’s hand until the troops return.
The troops, of course, being Supergirl, Alex, and a ship full of refugees, brutalized for being their very selves, abducted and maimed and hunted to satisfy the agenda of xenophobic supremacists who would surely add Winn and Maggie to the list of deportees, gladly, after finding that both of them had dated, had loved, aliens.
Only Supergirl and Alex come back to the DEO, of course, and Winn kisses Maggie’s cheek, hard, before sprinting off the moment he gets a text from Lyra telling him to meet her at the bar.
When a cheer erupts from the agents in the hall, Maggie sprints, too.
Straight into Alex’s arms, and Alex lifts her off her feet – more effectively than Winn – and pulls her in for a deep, breathless kiss that has J’onn averting his wet eyes and Susan whooping and all the agents clapping and Kara somehow laughing and crying at the same time.
Maggie pulls back first and starts checking over Alex’s body with worried hands before Alex has even put her down yet.
“Are you hurt, are you – you – fucking space, Alex!”
Because suddenly the laughter, the relief, is gone from her eyes, and only sheer terror fills them. Alex splutters and Maggie shakes her head and yanks Alex down for another hard, long, desperate kiss.
She’s the first to pull back. Again.
“Space, Danvers! That wasn’t part of our deal!”
“Deal was, you help me save everyone – “
“Alex – “
“They needed me, Maggie, my father – “
“Yeah, I know, I’m proud of you, babe, and I’m in love with you for exactly that, but damnmit, Danvers, I need you too!”
Her voice is thick with tears and her eyes are shining with them, her face a map of defiance, of rage, of relief, of agony, of love, of loss, of fear, of hope, and the agents who were laughing and cheering moments before are now being shooed away by Supergirl and Susan, because the kissing was fun, but the confessions are private.
“You… Maggie you’re… you’re…”
“Not exactly how I wanted to tell you,” Maggie chokes, not meeting Alex’s eyes, her arms wrapped around her chest now, her jaw set, now, her heart shredded with feeling an infinity of different things at once, now.
Alex stares at Maggie’s downturned face for what feels like a millennium – which is how far away she could have been from her, forever, if her sister hadn’t saved them all – and when she can’t bear it anymore, she touches her index finger to Maggie’s chin and gently – gently, so gently, and god she’d almost forgotten what a gentle touch feels like in the last few hours – lifts Maggie’s face up to meet her eyes.
“I’m in love with you, too, Maggie. I… If Kara hadn’t saved us, I… my only regret would’ve been… I’m in love with you, too, Maggie.”
For a long moment, neither of them moves, and for a long moment, neither of them breathes.
“Ally,” Maggie breaks the silence, and this time, her kiss is soft, her kiss is open, her kiss is tender and firm and healing.
Her kiss is forever.
“Alex. When you get a moment to disentangle from Detective Sawyer, I need to speak with you upstairs.”
J’onn’s voice makes them jump apart, but they stay in each other’s arms.
“Acknowledged, sir,” Alex’s voice trembles, but her eyes keep locked in Maggie’s.
“They’ll want to question me, too, I imagine. It might be a few hours.”
“I’ll be here. Always.”
Alex smiles softly and squeezes Maggie’s hands and starts to walk away, though it makes her body ache.
But Maggie pulls her back, and Alex hears her breath hitch.
“I’m home, Maggie. I’m home. I’ll only be upstairs.”
Theme: Five litres of smut with a light, sprinkle of fluff.
Warning: Coarse language, Explicit Sexual Content, and Mature Subject Matter.
A/N: Re-post. The one on Ao3 is fixed if you would prefer to read it there.
There’s sweat dripping down his face and neck. He dabs it off with his hand towel and proceeds to dig through the contents of his duffel bag as you watch from around the corner. You know it’s wrong but you can’t stop yourself from staring. He’s one of the most simultaneously loved and hated students at school. Kind and considerate when you’re on his good side, and a complete nightmare when you’re on his bad side. Just last week, he made your friend cry after she accidentally spilled tea on him in the cafeteria. It was a total disaster. You went home furious that night, praying for the chance to get back at him … and now you have it.
For whatever reason, the academically challenged jerk-off is using the girls locker room. All you have to do is scream bloody murder and the school administration will handle the rest. It’s fool proof … but the second you open your mouth, he reaches back and tugs his shirt off. You rapidly lose focus. Whatever you were going to say is shoved all the way down your windpipe, and you watch in quiet disbelief, holding your breath as he undresses in front of your eyes.
The soft th-thump in your chest grows louder and heavier as you pan a look down his body.
You know I’m all about hugs /^w^/ (Something similar here)
Yoosung: -Yoosung can be clingy, if you let him be. -He hugs you whenever he can. -Whenever he sees you he hugs you. -It’s usually long hugs but not too tight or desperate-feeling. -When you pull away he looks you in the eyes and smiles, usually then taking the opportunity to kiss your nose or your forehead.
Zen: -Zen always gives you a kiss when he hugs you, usually on your head or cheek. -He likes hugging you from the back with his arms around your waist so he can rest his head against/on top of yours. -Also he can smell your hair and it’s lovely. -He likes to sneak a quick hug before he heads off to practice every morning.
Jaehee: -As reserved as Jaehee can be, she enjoys hugs. -It’s just a simple hug, and she always wraps her arms around your shoulders. -Sometimes she nuzzles into your hair or your neck before resting her head on you. -As you pull away she rubs your arms gently and gives you a loving smile. -And as her hands travel down your arms, she ends by holding your hands. -If she’s feeling extra bold that day, she’ll kiss your hands.
Jumin: -Jumin gives long and tight hugs. -Especially if he isn’t in the best mood. -For example, when he first comes home after a long day, he’d pull you tightly into a hug and rest his head on your shoulder, and take a deep sigh. You’d stay like that for a while. -Poor thing. He would feel better afterwards though. -When he is happy though, he hugs you just as tight, but it’s more light-hearted. -When he pulls back, he keeps his hands wrapped around your lower back and kisses you.
Saeyoung: -His hugs are light and comfy. -When he’s in a super happy mood he likes to sweep you off your feet and spin you around before embracing you. -It makes you giggle and laugh, which he lives for. -But another common type of hug from Saeyoung would be tired hugs. -The kind where his body feels heavy and he slumps onto you for support, probably groaning about how tired he is.
Saeran: -He, at first, doesn’t give hugs often. -But as he grows more comfortable in your relationship, he craves more physical affection. -When he hugs you, they are very long hugs. They’re not too tight, but he is still holding onto you like you’ll slip away if he lets go. -It’s very relaxed. Calming and therapeutic for the both of you.
V: -V used to gives hugs all the time to his friends. After what he went through with Rika, however, he became more hesitant. -He would hug his friends if they asked for it, but he would be a bit rigid. -His relationship with you helped him recover, and with his recovery, be became more comfortable with physical contact again. -Soft but tight hugs. -Sometimes it’s the kind of hug where it’s a loose, gentle embrace, but then he squeezes tightly before he lets go.
In all the various wonderful and hilarious “Garak is shocked and horrified by humans” stuff out there, I feel like figure skating has REALLY been overlooked.
“Are you telling me your species has decided filling an arena with ice, strapping blades to your feet, and then spinning and leaping on the slippery surface is considered an acceptable form of recreation?!?!”
“You make sound so dangerous!”
“Well…yes, I suppose. But most of the more dangerous moves are only attempted by those who have been training since childhood.”
Some more sidlink fluff! Requested by @touhouemblem
Request: “Sidlink and Zora sapphire like how Ruto did to Link in OoT.” Pairing: Sidlink (Prince Sidon x Link)
Fandom: Legend of Zelda, Breath of the Wild
Word Count: 691
Sidon rolled the ancient sapphire back and forth in his hand nervously. With the countless generations it had passed through, Sidon was surprised that it didn’t seem to show any signs of damage. He brushed his thumb back and forth across the smooth, blue stone, letting himself get lost in thought. Currently, he was waiting for Link to return from his travels and visit the domain once more. With any luck on Sidon’s part, the hero would be here to stay next time.
Do you know like we were saying, about the earth revolving? It’s like when you’re a kid, the first time they tell you that the world is turning and you just can’t quite believe it ‘cause everything looks like it’s standing still. I can feel it. The turn of the earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour. The entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty seven thousand miles an hour. And I can feel it. We’re falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world.
You hiss as your bare feet make contact with the cold wooden floor of your kitchen and hop around for a second as your skin gets used to the change in temperature. The house is particularly cold this morning, and you’re not quite sure why. The first thing on your mind is getting yourself a nice, hot cup of tea. It’s barely October, so you hadn’t bothered to turn the heat on yet, and you sincerely regret it at the moment.
Even the cupboard door is cold as you open it to get the tea kettle, and you rush over to the sink to fill it up with warm water. As you do so, you look out the window just in front of you, smiling to yourself at the gentle blanket of frost that covers the grass. Warm water overflows from the kettle making you look back down at the kettle.
But then you freeze.
You drop the kettle into the sink with a loud clang and run to the backdoor, not bothering to shut off the water. You fling open the door and run out onto the lawn pajamas, bare feet and all. The frosty grass crunches coolly under your feet, and you spin around in a 360, trying to take in your whole yard at once. “Jack?” you yell.
You wait for what seems like forever, watching your breath crystallize in the air in front of you. No response comes, and your heart sinks. You had thought he’d be back, but to no avail. Nearly six months of not seeing him isn’t going to change today. Sighing, you turn back to your house and walk slowly to the door.
“Wow, you’re seriously going to give up that easily?”
Gasping, you spin back around, watching as Jack floats down only a couple of feet from you. He grins, blue eyes twinkling as he does. “Do I have the wrong house?”
“Jack!” You squeal, rushing towards your friend and practically leaping into his arms once you reach him. He laughs and wraps his arms around your waist, spinning you around in a circle. After a couple of seconds, you pull away slightly and cup his face in your hands, taking in his features in wonder. “You’re really here.”
He smiles softly. “I’m really here.”
You smile brightly and pull him into another hug. “Oh, I missed you so much.”
Although the reply hadn’t
exactly answered my question, I thought I might have known who it was, just
because of the name. Little Lulu Lamb. It was something I hadn’t heard for years.
I scowled down to my phone, because although I’d taken
a guess, I manged to talk myself out of it very quickly, since it had been
years since we last spoke. He’d gone
off and auditioned for The X Factor, and then the boy I’d grown up with just wasn’t
around anymore. I hadn’t even
seen him since, and I wasn’t sure
it was because we’d just missed
running into each other, or because we’d never
really tried to see each other.
All I could think was that it couldn’t
possibly be him.
Why would he bother getting in touch now?
Note: Okay I know I have lots of other requests I should be doing before this one but this was just a fun and easy request for me to write to get me in the mood for the others that I still need to do!
Request: Anonymous asked: hi can you pretty please write a story where the reader is Laf’s wife from France and she comes to visit him and she finds Alexander and is like “have you seen Lafayette?” and he’s like “uhm who r u” and she’s like “i’m his wife” and the hamilsquad is all like “Laf you have a wife???” and he’s like “yeah i love her hi boo"and they’re all loving and the hamsquad is like "YOU DIDNT TELL US?” and he’s like “i mean, we’re in a revolution. it was never the time” sorry if this is so long thank ily
Word Count: 1,211
You take a deep breath as you step out of the carriage and onto the street. Finally, after a year separated, a year of being on different continents you were finally going to see your husband again.
When he’d left France for America, to lend a hand in their fight for freedom and independence from the British you had been so proud of his courage and determination only you didn’t expect to find yourself feeling so lonely just days after he’d left.
When you had written to Lafayette and told him you were going to join him across the sea he had given you the address of a friend of his, Alexander Hamilton, and told you to come to meet him there. As you make your way up the front steps of the house, you take a deep breath, suddenly nervous about seeing him again.
A/N: YA’LL ARE AMAZING OK. OUT OF THIS WORLD AMAZING. GIVE YOURSELF A MIC DROP CAUSE THAT’S HOW AWESOME YOU ARE OK
The tavern was no less alive by the time the skies began to pale into early morning light than it had been when you arrived the previous night. You’d lost track of the time long ago, somewhere around the third dance. If Belle had been surprised to hear that you’d accepted Gaston’s invitation, then she probably would’ve fainted had she witnessed the pair of you together all night long.
You had danced like the only people in the room, twirling around Gaston and allowing him to sweep you off your feet and spin you in circles. For hours straight the entire tavern was engulfed in song and dance, and you didn’t miss an instant of it. You laughed endlessly, sometimes so hard you had to clutch his arm to keep yourself from falling over. You were never out of each other’s sight, and Gaston even nearly punched a man giving you too much unwanted attention once. It took the efforts of both you and LeFou to convince him to leave the drunkard unharmed.
You forgot entirely about the world outside the walls of the cozy pub, Belle’s disapproval, the new book waiting for you at home, everything except the current moment and the man with whom you were spending it with.
It must’ve been approaching five a.m. by the time drowsiness finally started kicking in. You and Gaston were sitting around a table watching LeFou attempt to arm-wrestle with a man named Stanley, but keeping your eyes open was becoming a challenge. Your body began tipping slowly against Gaston’s, and soon you were nodding off on his shoulder. It wasn’t until he turned his head to speak to you that he noticed. Chuckling softly, he reached his hand over and brushed his fingers across your cheek.
Your eyelids lifted slowly, and you looked up at his smiling face blearily. “I think it’s time somebody got home, don’t you?” Gaston murmured. You were actually quite comfortable where you were, but knowing that he was right, you hummed in agreement and reluctantly straightened yourself up. Gaston stood and retrieved his coat before returning to you and offering you a hand up. As you took it you turned to the two men wrestling arms and bid sleepily, “See you later LeFou.”
LeFou glanced towards you momentarily and smiled before engaging his opponent once more. Gaston placed his hand on your back and steered you towards the door.
“Thank you for everything, Louisa,” you called towards the bar as he opened it. The red-haired woman gave you a hearty smile and shouted back, “Goodbye, love! Be sure to come again soon!” You grinned and gave a final wave before slipping through the door and joining Gaston outside.
The air was chilled and the ground was glossed with dew, the sky glowing a cloudless, pallid periwinkle. The petals of the flowers in the tiny gardens were still tightly pulled together, sleeping until daybreak. The moon was now a ghostly figure illuminating the treetops that gently swayed in the soft breeze.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Gaston voiced, noticing the way you gazed around the empty courtyard. You smiled at him and nodded, taking his arm and beginning the walk towards home. “It’s so peaceful,” you said. “Like something out of a book or…”
“A dream?” he finished. You looked up at him tiredly and answered, “Exactly.” He grinned at you and inhaled deeply, directing his eyes to the sky. “Hunters learn to appreciate the simplicity of the dawn. For many of us, it’s the only time we live in.”
You stifled a yawn and replied, “It must be wonderful. Out in the woods alone with this kind of stillness and beauty.”
“Yes, it is,” he answered. “Perhaps you’d like to accompany me sometime and see it for yourself.”
You beamed. “I would, very much. Thank you.”
Gaston’s smile was interrupted by a frown as he noticed you shiver, goosebumps spreading over your skin. “Wait,” he said quickly, halting and shrugging off his red jacket. “Take this.”
“Oh, I’m fine. Besides, it’s not much farther to -”
The heavy material fell around your shoulders, and Gaston placed his hand on your waist. “I insist,” he smirked. You could do nothing but smile back, relaxing into his embrace as your eyes fell heavy once more. You eventually gave in and leaned fully into him, shutting your eyes and allowing him to guide you with his arm around your shoulder. You didn’t even notice when your feet left the ground, slipping under sleep’s influence as Gaston carried you the rest of the way home, held tightly against his chest, an incurable smile on his lips that looked nothing like his usual dashing simper. A smile that was formed for once out of pure happiness…
The light beaming behind your lids pulled you from a deep, warm sleep. Drawing in a long sigh, the combined scents of smoke, pine, and something else indistinguishable but familiar swirled around your senses, making a lazy smile appear on your lips. You recognized the intoxicating smell, but couldn’t seem to place it at the moment. You shifted to stretch your legs and felt a course fabric rub against your cheek, and that was when your eyes flew open.
You sat bolt upright, your heart leaping as you realized the mix of pine and smoke was something that always lingered on one person. Gaston.
For a panicked moment you looked around your room, bathed in bright sunlight, expecting to see him standing there somehow. Relief washed over you like cool water upon realizing that you were alone.
Looking down, you found yourself still clothed in your dress and corset from the previous night with Gaston’s large coat wrapped around your figure, which was no doubt the source of the alluring woodsy essence.
You shook your head and heaved a sigh, stretching your arms over your head as you tried to remember last night.
You recalled leaving the tavern, walking home with Gaston and your conversation about going hunting, but after that it was a hazy blur. You vaguely seemed to remember being carried to the front door, but you couldn’t decide if you were simply imagining stumbling up the stairs and collapsing on your bed, or if Gaston had indeed carried you all the way.
You clumsily hauled yourself off the bed, hearing the sounds of pots banging together in the kitchen. You ran your fingers hastily through your tangled hair and started towards the kitchen. Judging by the intensity of the light coming through your windows, it was well past your usual rising time. You trotted quickly down the stairs, arriving in the kitchen at a startled halt.
Belle and your mother were chatting contentedly while preparing the midday meal, your best friend placing the dishware around the table while your mother cut and quartered potatoes.
“Belle!” you exclaimed with a smile. Belle wheeled around, gave a pleasant grin and surged forward to embrace you tightly. When she pulled back she explained, “I was on my way to Pere Robert’s and decided to stop in.” Then she leaned in and whispered, “I want to hear all about last night.” Then, noticing your attire for the first time, she raised an eyebrow and said accusingly, “Where did you get that?”
You gave her a flat look, knowing that she knew perfectly well where you got it. Nevertheless, you indulged, responding, “It was chilly when Gaston walked me home. He gave it to me to keep me warm.
“Well, wasn’t that kind of him,” your mother commented, throwing a handful of chopped potatoes into a large pot of water. “Yes it was,” you muttered, glaring at Belle’s smugly suggestive countenance.
Desperate to change the subject, you wandered over to your mother and asked, “Where’s Papa?”
She glanced at you and responded, “He and Maurice left this morning to speak to Monsieur Barthelemy about repairing that rusty old fence around the rear vegetable patch.”
You frowned. Monsieur Barthelemy, the cranky old village blacksmith was known for his outrageously unfair prices. Even if your father and Maurice could talk him down, the cost of repairing the deteriorating fence would be a hard blow.
You concerns were forgotten when you spotted a familiar face through the window over the kitchen sink. Your lips parted, and you touched your mother’s shoulder as you said, “I’ll be right back, mama.”
She nodded, then you quickly clambered out of the crimson jacket and skipped out the door, down the steps and made your way to where Gaston and LeFou were standing with two other men, both of whom you recognized from the tavern. You stopped a few feet away, then called out, “Gaston, catch!”
Gaston turned swiftly, albeit with confusion evident in his expression, just in time to see you toss the coat towards him. He took a step forward, expertly snagging it out of the air, then gave a deep laugh. You grinned and crossed the rest of the way to him.
“Thank you,” you said genuinely. Gaston shifted his weight onto one leg and returned, “It was my pleasure, (Y/N).” His smile was blinding white, and there seemed to be a different kind of aura around him that impossibly increased his attractiveness. You weren’t the only one that noticed either. You paid no mind to the three sisters that you and Belle had so fondly dubbed “The Bimbettes”, who were scowling at you from across the square.
“So…” you continued, shuffling your bare feet on the warm cobblestone. “When are you taking me hunting?”
Gaston’s eyes glinted, and he couldn’t help a triumphant grin. “Simply name the time, mademoiselle.”
You raised an eyebrow, considering your next words. Then you held out your hand and replied, “Care to discuss it inside?”