friends verse


Flash Fiction: An entire piece written in one hour or a piece totaling 1,000 words, whichever comes first. In re-reading the orginal post, it did sound like I was writing a fic about Barry Allen, but I’d already gotten halfway through writing this before I realized that so… oops. Its an original piece.

Also this is a flash fiction and a half because it took me 1.5 hours and is 1,500 words. But its worth it I think.

Prompt: During a widespread emergency, a character used to working in extreme environments patches their own fairly extensive injury up with little difficulty- while their less-versed friends look on in horror (x)

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YOI Future!Verse ABO AU - 4 Koma

How to make friends

Sometimes, even having three adults isn’t enough…kids ask hard questions.

(Featuring OC kids Yasha and Shura daycare age, whatever that may be)

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IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s a Yuri!!! on Ice AU, Yuuri-centric with end-game polyamory in an ABO setting, Yuuri gets married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami) and they have OC kids.

BASICS and timeline of this AU

INTRO to how ABO works in this AU

A SUPER DETAILED world-building headcanons post on ABO+ in this AU

OTHER POSTS (comics + illustrations) in the Future!Verse ABO section of my YOI Masterpost.


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anyways, i know you guys don’t care about magneto beyond his shippability with charles but this is the worst thing to have happened involving nick spencer and marvel thus far and if youre not going acknowledge it or get angry about it or protest it like we did when steve got turned into a nazi and cut off yr friends with ~edgy hydra verses~ then unfollow me


content: Dean feels uncomfortable with the flirting attempts by the cashier at the grocery store, but thankfully Castiel comes to his rescue – though seriously not the way Dean expected.

word count: 2,174

Dean really doesn’t like visiting the small grocery store in Lebanon right at the town’s center.

And thankfully most of the time he’s got other options – mainly the big supermarket next to the highway –, but once in a while he’s got no other choice due to time issues or saving gas or whatever else might come up.

And it’s not like the store itself is crappy or something. No, not at all. It may be small, but it’s got everything they need, even Dean’s favorite brand of beer. Hell, they even sell those awesome chocolate brownies you can’t find nearly anywhere anymore!

So yeah, it’s a nice enough store.

But there’s a big problem – the cashier who seems to live in that stupid shop!

At least Dean’s got that impression since she’s always there when he walks through the door, smiling at him so broadly as soon as she spots him as if the only purpose of her life is waiting for Dean to arrive at the store.

Her name is Stacy and she looks like seventeen although she reassured him many times before (by emphasizing Every. Single. Word.) that she’s old enough to drink – while at the same time giggling like she just shared a juicy secret and fluttering her eyelashes in a way she probably thinks seductive. Her flirting attempts are countless, clumsy, awkward and leave Dean highly uncomfortable.

But she never stops.

Dean can’t help admiring her persistence a bit. Not even hints that he could easily be her father age wise made her back off. Dean tried being nice and polite about it and used grumbles and grunts a few weeks later when his maturity hadn’t been very effective, but nothing seems to impress that girl. Every time Dean starts to talk and attempts to make himself clear she simply sighs deeply and gazes into his eyes or checks out his ass, not at all interested in what he has to say.

It’s infuriating.

Even the apocalypse hadn’t been that annoying.

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The people who are truly for you- always find a way to be there for you, even when they can’t be. You feel them {deeply} and they feel you.
—  Lalah Delia

Inspired by this text post 

Dean’s heart is restlessly pounding in his chest when he’s startled awake for whatever reason. He immediately kicks away the covers and crawls up until he’s sitting, his back heavily resting against the headboard, his stomach turning in protest. He runs a hand through his sweaty hair, and ouch, even that simple movement hurts.

It takes Dean a long moment before he realizes that it hurts because he has a headache the size of Canada. And then panic overwhelms him again, because shit, memories of last night are coming back to him all at once. He might have been drunk, but he remembers almost everything.

How they’d gotten back to the bunker after a hunt, tired but relieved. Him and Sam and Cas playing cards and having drinks, deciding to just have some fun for once; they deserved it, damnit. Sam going to bed around midnight, but Dean and Castiel going for one more round of scotch. And another. Which eventually, had ended in them getting closer and closer until Dean was kissing Cas right on the lips and telling him he wanted him.

“Shit!” Dean curses out loud, his blood turning to ice.

He glances around the room in alarm, then spots something on the nightstand that isn’t usually there. Actually, several items. A glass of water, some painkillers to go with it, and a tiny note. He reaches for the note first.

‘dear sober Dean,

don’t be mad, he kissed you back and he wants you too, it was about time you made a move, you idiot.
you’re welcome.

~ drunk Dean’

Holy shit. But before Dean can even begin to wrap his head around any of it, there’s a gentle knock on his door and it opens after a beat. Standing in the doorway is Castiel, carrying two mugs of coffee, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he mutters a quiet “Good morning, Dean”.

“Cas…” Dean sputters, clearing his throat. “I… I’m sorry for… You know, what I did last night.”

He goes for the apology, because it’s the only thing that seems to fit here. But the angel smiles and slowly shakes his head, closing the door behind him before calmly making his way to Dean’s bed, sitting down on the edge of it and placing the mugs on Dean’s nightstand.

“Please look at what’s on the back, Dean.” Is all he says.

Dean frowns at him, not yet awake enough to make sense of that order.

“The paper, in your hand.” Cas hints again.

Bewildered but curious, Dean does as he’s told. And indeed, there’s another message on the back, in a handwriting much neater than Dean’s.

'Dear sober Dean,

I want you too, but I won’t take advantage of you while you’re this far gone. If you still want me when you wake up, I’m all yours.

~ Partially drunk Castiel’

A silence stretches between them as Dean attempts to get with the program, until it all suddenly clicks. And the only answer that he gives Cas in return is a whispered “please”, knowing that it’s the right answer when blue eyes visibly light up at his response, Cas’ hand reaching for Dean’s. 

Their coffee goes cold as they properly trade lazy kisses for the first time, now both fully aware of it. Dean has to admit that for once, drunk Dean kinda did a good thing here.

My Compass

Oliver and Felicity have been best friends since 1st grade. So when it comes time for Felicity to move to Las Vegas, neither of them know how to handle it. 

This is part one of a three part mini-verse. Enjoy! 

Starling City 1998

Felicity’s heart feels like it’s going to burst out of her chest and her stomach clenches as she works to hold back hysterical sobs. Her hand trembles as she knocks on the door of Oliver’s ridiculous house.

The bitter part of her wants to rip the huge, overly expensive door knocker off of the door, tear up the insane amount of poinsettias on the walkway, and tear down all of the Christmas lights from the building.

Why is it some families are blessed with so much while others have so little?

Why is it Oliver can grow up in a literal castle while she has to move 1,200 miles away just so that her mother can get food on the table.

It’s the first night of Hanukkah. She’s supposed to be praying around the menorah and eating latkes. She’s supposed to be arguing with her mother about the fact that she feels she’s outgrown the dreidel. She’s not supposed to be on her best friend’s doorstep trying not to have a breakdown.

It’s not fair. She doesn’t want to move.

She can’t.

She won’t.

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Secrets Don’t Make Friends Ch2

Originally posted by pix3lh3arts

olicity || explicit || smut || 2492 || more fics

summary: Felicity stumbles upon the lair after getting drunk at Verdant. She meets the Hood, but it doesn’t go as she expects. (prompt by @geniewithwifi)
chapter word count: 1394
chapters: 2/?
a/n: back by popular demand… lmao I have no idea how much of this there is going to be, but knowing me this is going to go from smut to an actual plot. 



Felicity walked down the hallways of Queen Consolidated. She was upstairs dealing with somebody’s computer. They had no idea how they accumulated thirteen different viruses, but she had an inkling. It didn’t matter. She did her job and started to head towards the elevators. As she neared them, two of the Queen family popped out of one of the elevators. She dipped her head down as Moira and Oliver walked past her.

“Felicity,” a familiar English accent caused her head to whip right back up.

“Mr. Steele,” she gave a smile.

“Please, it’s Walter,” he’d told her at least four times already.

“Walter,” she repeated in a faux accent. She cleared her throat, suddenly feeling extremely awkward, “Did you need anything?”

Felicity hoped that he didn’t. She could feel the eyes of his companions on her. They were no doubt wondering what the hell he was doing talking to a lowly IT girl. Although, Moira probably knew that Walter was the one that hired her.

“No, no,” he said cheerily, “It was a pleasant surprise to see you.”

“Oh, thank you,” she returned his bright smile, “I have to get back to work,” she gestured to the elevator behind him, “But it was great to see you too.”

He let her go and she happily slipped away into the metal box. Leaning her back against the wall, she let out a long sigh. It took her all of a minute to find her way back to her desk. She was ahead of schedule as usual, so she whipped out her phone. There was a notification from the local news station.

“Another vigilante sighting last night,” she mumbled to herself.

She hadn’t stopped thinking about The Hood since her chance encounter at Verdant. Part of her wondered if it was real or if it was some drunken dream. It didn’t make sense for the vigilante to be hiding in the basement of a club. How could he get away with that without the owners knowing? Unless billionaire playboys were that oblivious. Or maybe easily threatened. No, it had to be a dream, right?

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A/N: a little bit of smut set in the Friends Forever!verse. Inspired by THIS post and @saysweartogod

“Hey, babe,” he murmurs when she reappears in his dressing room after ‘going to explore the venue’ while he stayed back, desperate to get out the lyrics to a new song that have been nagging him for the last few days. She’d tried to convince him to take a break, to explore with him, and he hated saying no to her, but he also didn’t want to lose the words swimming in his head before he could at least come up with a skeleton of a song.

He’d looked so apologetic when he denied her, like a puppy who’d tried so hard to be good but just had to chew up your shoes anyway, so she’d conceded easily. She would’ve, regardless, because his work is important, but his pleading eyes and flush of his cheeks made it that much easier for her to press a kiss to his temple and murmur, “It’s okay, Mendes, I’m a big girl,” before disappearing through the door and into the abyss of the venue.

He’s scratching out lines and changing words and still not happy with the general flow of the thing, so when she comes back from her adventure, he has a hard time looking up to greet her. He’s just a little desperate though, because he wants this to be good– no, wants it to be perfect because it’s the first song he can write about her and have it be totally honest. He doesn’t have to hide anymore, knowing that his feelings for her won’t ruin them.

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dreamcatchersdaughter  asked:

Omg I am in love with your Dragon!Verse. Imagine the side effects working when Tony is in the shop with Bucky, and Bucky is following along with math Bruce has trouble understanding, and it clicks with Tony? And I really want Tony to hand him a Stark phone and Buckys shoulders just to relax. Steve trying to puzzle out why Bucky is following Tony all the time (Bucky finds him soothing) and then amused when Bucky finds out Tony doesn't feed himself and Bucky follows him around with food insisting

He eat, and Rhodey isn’t sure whats going on but he loves that the new guy is helping him try to make sure Tony eats properly. Tony is so confused. Bucky using those feelings he gets to determine when Tony is hungry or something. I just love this so much! So good, can’t wait to see more.

Yay! Someone else I’ve successfully pulled down the dragon AU-shaped hole with me!! Also how dare you leaving me SO MANY BEAUTIFUL IDEAS DO YOU EVEN REALISE WHAT YOU DO TO ME HERE????? 

Just, the idea of Tony not realising what’s going on with Bucky forever, not even when they’re kidnapped and Bucky goes in a rage to protect him, only for a really complicated equation of all things to make him realise that he’s linked to Bucky!!! Bruce would probably ask Bucky incredulously how he even knows that, only for Bucky to frown, unable to recall the answer (which in his case is usually a bad sign, so angst). Meanwhile Tony suddenly just gets it and for the first time actively looks for a link to Bucky in his mind–and promptly freak out when he finds it. Because of course he does.

I think this would happen at a point where the team doesn’t yet know about Tony (I still haven’t figured out what will lead to that revelation, and whether Tony tells them or something out of his control happens). So he’ll likely make some terrible joke about Hydra being at least educational that gets him a glare from Bruce and more panic from Bucky, and then he runs away strategically retreats into his workshop. He focuses very hard on keeping the link shut at all times after that, which further throws Bucky off because the voice is gone again, he’s lost it, and he doesn’t understand how or why.

The Starkphone thing happens probably right at the start, because like hell is anyone in Tony’s tower using something other than his tech. He probably marches up to Bucky all aggressive, expecting a fight of epic proportions about not accepting charity (aka Steve’s reaction). But Bucky is just wary and then, when he realises what Tony’s giving him, he just relaxes. He’s too relieved to finally have a phone that feels right, and Tony is thrown by how positive Bucky’s reaction is–he even gets a genuinely happy thank you??–and that’s how their tentative camaraderie first starts.

On Tony’s side at least, because Bucky is already obsessed with him, thanks to his mental voice. Also protective, so once he realises that Tony can get stuck so deep in his own mind he doesn’t even notice he’s hungry (and how he sometimes doesn’t show up on team dinners after he had a fight with one of the members) he starts slipping him food. It starts with snacks, but once he discovers a couple of cooking shows Bucky begins his quest in earnest. I think he might genuinely love cooking too. Doing something, creating something that doesn’t hurt anyone, and the trust the others show when they eat it, that’s just amazing.

The mind link is a huge help because it helps Bucky determine in what kind of mood Tony is, whether he’s likely to purposefully skip dinner to avoid someone, and stuff like that. 

Rhodey probably is a bit distrustful, because there’s a ex-brainwashed Hydra agent living in his best friend’s home, alright, he’s allowed to be worried about that. He doesn’t know what he expects when he finally gets some time off but what he doesn’t expect is to find is Bucky standing in the kitchen making cupcakes and Tony walking up and down, a Starkpad in one hand, a half-eaten cupcake in the other, talking on the phone with Pepper whilst working on the schematics JARVIS has pulled up on the fridge door. Every now and then Tony sneaks a taste of the bright pink frosting while Bucky pretends he doesn’t notice.

When Rhodey turns around and looks at Steve in silent demand of an explanation, all he gets is a shrug and a puzzled look. “We just leave them to it,” Steve explains. “It gets us cupcakes.”

During the next few days Rhodey watches Bucky feed Tony everything from sweets to vegetarian lasagne. He’s not sure what to think of the entire thing, but it’s nice to know that someone’s taking care of Tony.

He also understands Steve’s position a lot more. Those cupcakes are delicious, and until given reason to change his mind Rhodey isn’t going to say anything against Bucky.

(Rhodey also wonders if Tony realises how easily he accepts whatever Bucky hands him–but he knows his friend well enough not to point that detail out. Tony will notice it on his own eventually, and Rhodey will be there for him during the inevitable panic attack said realisation is going to lead to.)