friendship counts

anonymous asked:

Do you know any fics where James doesn't harass/ask Lily out all the time?

These all seem to have more gradual friends stuff instead of repeated date requests and harassment etc.  Stuck one AU in there too, just in case.

Title: Their Halcyon Days
Chie (Chierafied)
Drama, Romance
13 [WIP]
Word Count:
Before they gave birth to a legend, they were just students, trying to hold on to hope as the war threatened to tear their world apart.

Title: All Right, Evans?
Author: CokeBottleK
Rating: M
Genre(s): Romance, Humour
Chapters: 30
Word Count: ~177,000
Summary:The thing about being Lily Evans and James Potter was that you couldn’t do anything without everybody else saying something about it.

Title: As Luck Would Have It
Author: Gmariam
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Friendship
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 6,863
Summary: Lily Evans is having a bad day. When she decides to take a sip of Felix Felicis and change her luck, things turn out quite different than she anticipates-for both her and James Potter.

Title: Seven Things
Author: Apalapucian
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Humour
Chapters: 7
Word Count: 20,984
Summary: “James leans in. Lily hears the script crumple in his hands, but she doesn’t look to check. His lips touch the corner of hers, a hand coming up to cup her face. He is moving. So. Maddeningly. Slow… She curses in her head, makes up about a hundred thousand excuses for the next second—and then grabs him down by the back of his neck and kisses him fully, desperately, fervidly.”

Title: Resolution
Author: WeasleyWannabee
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Humour
Chapters: 37
Word Count: 181,625
Summary: “I think you’re an arrogant, selfish pig, and I think you’d be doing both of us a favor if you just left me alone!” Potter stared at me for a moment, an unreadable expression in his hazel eyes, before uttering a single word: “Okay.”

Title: A Month of Sundays
Author: GhostOfBambi
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Drama
Chapters: 25
Word Count: 88,345
Summary: How exactly does Lily discover her buried feelings for James Potter? Picks up from James’s and Lily’s 5th year, shortly after Lily ends her friendship with Snape.

Title: Scenes from a Hogsmeade Pub
Author: B.C Daily
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Humor
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 14,432
Summary: The Three Broomsticks is the setting for five significant scenes in Lily and James’s relationship.

Title: Before The Fawn
Author: andelyn kinsey
Rating: M
Genre(s): Romance
Chapters: 52
Word Count: 508,841
Summary: Before Harry, before Godric’s Hollow, before the Dark Lord was defied three times… Lily Evans and James Potter discovered that neither of them were what the other had expected, and embarked on a relationship that would change the world as they knew it. 


Request: For @superwholock1983 

Could you possibly do a one shot where the reader is Chilean and she has been with the boys for a while, but she still blurts out spanish when she gets frustrated or angry.

Pairing: Sam & Dean x Reader (Friendship)

Word Count: 700+

Warnings: Swearing, Normal show level violence

A/N: I was so glad to get this request, considering my entire feed has been dead these past few months, and had a lot of fun writing it. I hope I didn’t butcher the Chilean too bad :)

You were born in a homey, rural town in the inner part of Chile. You spent most of your childhood there but when your parents died in a freak accident on their vacation to America, you had to follow the trail. You were in your late teens then, searching for what really killed your family. Somehow you found your way on a hunter’s radar and were taught the ways.

Your training was more learning how to speak English than fighting skills. It took you a few years to gather up enough knowledge to speak fluently rather than the few months that you learned how to defend yourself. By your mid-twenties, you were well on your way to becoming an average hunter.

Small cases here and there were what you could afford to do. Practice, practice, practice. The more you hunted, the better you were. Eventually, you found yourself in a vampire nest or a werewolf den every other week. You had a steady life.

That was until you met the Winchesters. They turned your world completely upside down, with their plaid and leather and devil-may-care attitudes. You were drawn to them and quickly found yourself working together on several cases.

This was extremely helpful for all parties considered. Friendships were gained, trust built, and asses saved with the transition of their duo to a trio. Eventually, the three of you became inseparable.

Vamp nest. Sweet and simple. Just a few hops, skips and chops away from a bottle of beer and a warm shower.


Or so you thought, until you were wretched by your hair and tied to one of the wooden posts of the secluded barn in the Arkansas woods.

“You hijo de perra!” You screamed at the bloodsucker that was currently dragging you by your roots. “Let me go!” You pulled at his fingers, clawing into his skin to avail. You glanced around wildly for either of your companions but found them both struggling with an assailant of their own.

You fought against the vampire’s grip as he threw you against the large wooden pole, roping your hands behind you and around the pole. He crouched down to your eye level and gave you a sickening smirk. He grabbed your chin roughly and dragged his thumb across your bottom lip.

“You’ll make a wonderful addition to my collection.”

Ándate a la conchatumadre.” You spat, lurched out of his grasp and he stood.

Sam had beaten his opponent and was heading towards you to help when another vamp came out of nowhere and tackled him.


You wrenched against your restraints as you tried to work your way out. You thought of anyway that you could cut the ropes when it dawned on you. You had a small knife in your boot. All you had to do was tuck your knees under you and grab it.

You looked around for your captor, finding him fighting with Dean, obviously too preoccupied to notice you.


You kneeled up onto your knees and tucked your feet under your bottom. You pulled the rope up with you as you pressed your back against the hard wood, wrapping your feet around. This, and just a tad of flexibility, gave you the chance to reach into your boot and pull out your knife.

Returning to your original position, you flicked open the blade and started sawing at the rope. In mere seconds, you were free, grabbing your machete from its place on the ground a few feet away.

You were the closest to Dean and decided to help him first. You came up behind the vampire that was currently mere centimeters away from biting into your friend’s neck and swung your weapon.

“Suck on that, sanguijuela.” You said as his head dropped to the floor with a disgusting splat. Dean thanked you and the two of you moved to assist Sam, who managed to kill the monster in front of him before either you or Dean could help.

The three of you were panting, covered in blood sweat and dirt.

“See?” Dean broke the silence. “Told ya it would be a piece of cake.” He grinned, earning a punch to the arm from Sam and a shake of the head from you.

Andate a la chucha.” You chuckled, playfully shoving the eldest Winchester as you all made your way towards the door.


“I don’t know about you, but I find it pretty overwhelming keeping on top of it all – there’s the WhatsApp group with all the Call the Midwife girls … they’re champions in my life though – and we could all use more of those.” - Laura Main

I opened up to a good friend of mine (who never fails to surprise me with spontaneous ideas) and told him about my heavy heart, and that I would love to see the ocean. He lives 6 hours away, but instantly said “I’m coming to Berlin this weekend, I will pick you up and we will go to the ocean.” So I’m going to watch some waves, smell some salty air and hug a friend all day this weekend and I feel very grateful to be alive and be blessed to have kind souls like him in my life.

Have you felt it too? Have you seen how your best friends love everything about you- except the things that count? And your most important is nothing to them; nothing, not even a sound they can recognize.
—  Ayn Rand
Perfect Distraction

Pairing: danisnotonfire x reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: idk like swearing and friendship issues? 

Word Count: 3110

Prompt: Please write one where like at the start of your too much pressure fic the reader is stressed and angry and dan tries to seduce her and it works i dont mind if theres much smut but can you make the seduction part sexy and slow building and stuff if that makes sense thank you!! _________________________

Four times. Four times this month your so called ‘best friend’ had let you down at the last minute because of a boy. A dickhead of a boy too. The first two times she had text to cancel on your dinner plans it had been a few hours before you’d agreed to meet, so you’d let it go. Though you weren’t happy. The third time, she text you to cancel as you were about to leave your apartment. Giving the poor excuse of not really feeling well enough to eat anything, and then posting an instagram of her cosied up to this guy with a pizza and ice cream. This time. This time really took the biscuit. You were actually at the restaurant when she called.

“Hello? Where are you?!” You whisper harshly, not wanting to disturb anyone else but wanting to her to know you were irritated at the fact she was 25 minutes late.

“Hi Y/N, look I’m really sorry but Kieron’s suprised me with a takeaway tonight, he’s just got here with the food a few minutes ago I had no idea he was coming over I promise I’m so sor-”

“So you aren’t coming?” You say bluntly, not needing the answer. “Are you kidding me?! You realise I’m already here don’t you?”

“Oh shit Y/N look I’ll make this up to you we can g-”

You pull your phone away from your ear and stab at the red bar with your thumb. Typical. Standing from the table, you hold down the hem of your dress and walk towards the door, trying to remember where the hell you saw the taxi’s parked. This was one time too many. You could feel people in the restaurant staring at you, as if you’d been stood up. Humiliated and angry, you shove open the door and pace towards the little black cabs.


Stabbing the key into your apartment door, you swing it open and throw your bag into the hall, making sure the door closes with a noticeably loud ‘bang’.


Your boyfriend Dan appears at the end of the hall, wearing his loose pajama bottoms and black jumper. His hair was fluffy and his face was adorably confused and a little in awe of your appearance. You’d dressed up tonight as you’d chosen to meet her in a fairly fancy restaurant. Turned out to be a wasted effort on her… maybe not him. Dan hadn’t seen you get ready or leave as he was at a meeting for Radio 1, and as far as he knew, you weren’t going to be back until late anyway.

“She cancelled again didn’t she.” You say, shoving your palm out in front of you in a gesture of annoyance as you kick away your heels.

“Oh..again?” He says, taking bare-footed slow steps towards you but not meeting your eyes. Instead they were travelling down your body.

“Yes, again, I’ve told you about all this Dan.” You say, pulling out your messy bun and letting your hair fall around your shoulders. “She’s met this fuckboy who I know is sleeping around with other girls but she’s totally in love with him and she won’t listen to a word I say about it. Every time we’ve tried to meet up she’s cancelled last minute for him, and THIS time I was actually sat at the fucking table!”

“Yeah?” He continues to make slow steps, his lips parted in a small smile.

“Yes! What are you smiling at?!” You ask, placing your hands on your hips.

“You look really hot.” He shrugs confidently, sliding both hands into his pajama pockets. You let your arms fall to your sides again, stare at his face and sigh. He never put his hands in his pockets and weirdly it made him look really attractive in that moment.

“So do you. Stop complimenting me whilst I’m mad. It’s not fair. I need you to let me complain about this situation okay?”

“I haven’t seen that dress before.” He replies, his eyes wandering down your body again as he takes another slow step towards you. He had the glimmer in his eyes you knew all too well.

“It’s new. Stop changing the subject.”

“I think you’re a better one.” His voice had dropped lower, like it always did when he was being flirty. He was now only a couple of feet away from you and he smelled beautiful. You take a breath and glance at his chest, before running your fingers through the top part of your hair, flicking it to the side.

“Are you listening to me? Did you miss the part where I said I was sat alone waiting for her?” You try not to smile at your boyfriend who you could see had bitten his bottom lip slightly.  "I want you to be mad at her with me. Stop looking at me like that.“ “I am mad at her, of course I am, I’m just more in love with you right now.” He says softly, reducing the gap between you to about an inch and gazing down at you with his dark brown eyes. He expands his chest ever so slightly and his soft lips move closer to yours. You see his arm move as he takes his hand out of his pocket and you feel his fingers graze the top of your hip.

“I’m not sure what you’re after Daniel” You lie, slowly pressing your body into his, “But I’m going to go and order a pizza, and they best have garlic bread too or else I’m going to be really mad.”

“You’re sexy when you’re mad too.” He mumbles, his eyes fixed on yours.

“Am I?” You ask, leaning your head up and touching the very edge of your lips to his, “Well, right now I just want food.” You lie again. Dan was rarely this flirty, and it was already making you feel all gooey but you knew you could drag this out. You lean back from him and you see his jaw clench and his temple move, a sure sign he was frustrated. You loved the jaw thing, and you doubted he knew that sometimes you wind him up just to see it. What could you say, frustrated Dan was hot Dan.

You brush past him and walk into the kitchen, knowing he would be watching you.

You flick you hair over to one shoulder and pull open the kitchen drawer stuffed full of takeaway menu’s and random papers you find lying around the house, normally the ones Dan has conveniently dropped or ignored, and search for anything with a pizza on it.

“Do you want anything? We could get two if there’s a deal.” You suggest, pulling out a handful and fanning them out in front of you. You hear him pad down the hall towards the doorway and you close the drawer and turn around to lean against the sideboard, still shuffling through the papers.

“Yeah, I could eat.” He replies.

You lift your head to see him leaning against the door frame, his hands back in his pockets and his hair fluffed up as if he’d just ran his fingers through it. He gazes at you as you with his dark eyes and his mouth curls at the edge as you unknowingly stare back. He was giving you little tiny butterflies and all he was doing was looking at you.

“Daniel.” You say.

“What?” He replies, his smile growing.

“Stop it.” You say sternly, biting the inside of your cheek to stop you from smiling back. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and he knew it was working. You were still angry about the failed evening and you weren’t quite ready to let it go.

“I’m just standing here!” He laughs, grinning at you and shrugging his broad shoulders slightly in protest.

“I’m ringing Dominos. You want garlic bread too?” You grab his phone that’s lying next to the toaster and type in the number. You lift it up to your ear, listening to the rings and wait for the answer on the other end.

“I really like that dress.” He says, completely ignoring you again. He takes his hand out of his pocket and raises his thumb to his lips, gently biting down on the very top, staring at you. He walks further into the room and leans against the sideboard opposite you, so you turn away from him and face the cupboards, trying so desperately to concentrate on the phone call.

“Hi, yes, hello.” You blurt out when someone finally answers. “Can I place an order for delivery? Yeah its Y/N Y/L/N, the address should be there… Brilliant yeah that’s the one. Okay can I have a large pepperoni pizza with a crap ton of extra cheese please… yeah honestly just throw it on there don’t hold back.”

You hear Dan laugh quietly from behind you.

“And a large Texas barbecue pizza. Both with portions of garlic bread… Yeah that’s it. We’ll pay on delivery… Alright, thank you, bye.” You hit the red button and slide Dan’s phone back on to the side, finally turning round to face him. He was still watching you, his arms crossed against his chest and his head tilted slightly.

“She said delivery would be about twenty five minutes”


You let out a sigh and rub your temple, closing your eyes for a few seconds. “I’m going to have to ring her Dan. I don’t care if she’s with that twat, in fact I’m going to tell her exactly what I think of this whole thing.” You reach for his phone again when suddenly he closes the gap between you, his hand taking your wrist.

“Or maybe you ring her tomorrow, and we spend the next twenty five minutes doing something less depressing?” He suggests, moving in close to your face, gently kissing your forehead. You sigh again, this time it had a slightly different meaning.

“Like what?”, you ask, placing his phone down and grasping onto the bottom of his jumper. He moves his hands to your back and you feel him smile against your skin.

“I’ll show you.” He whispers. You breathe him in, trying to forget the stress of the evening, and you feel his hands wind round your waist. He tilts his head and parts his lips, brushing them against yours, and you exhale as he moves one hand to pull a strand of hair from your face. You can’t hold back any more, he’d been teasing you from the second you got home. To be fair, you’d been teasing him back. You force your lips against his, and your hands grip his hips, pushing his jumper up slightly with your fingers. He kisses you back strongly and you feel your stomach twist, not just because you were hungry.

Suddenly, his hands tighten on your waist and he effortlessly lifts you up onto the sideboard, standing between your thighs. You take your hands and wind them into his messy hair, pulling his head forwards as you lean back slightly, deepening your kiss. It had been a long time since you and Dan had been like this with each other, busy schedules and all that. You were going to enjoy these next twenty five minutes for all they were worth.

You take your hand from his hair and hold on to his wrist, which was still on your waist. Wanting him to hold you tighter. Instead, he slows his kisses, and you feel his fingers move to touch the end of your knee. He breathes heavy against your mouth, and his fingers glide round the side of your knee. Your heart is beating heavily in your chest, with excitement. Only 10 minutes ago it was beating heavily with anger. Dan could do amazing things to you.

He continues to give you gentle kisses, and you feel his fingers graze up your leg, towards the top of your thigh. You roll your body into his, and he moves his lips from your mouth to your jawline, and then to your neck. Managing to find the tender spot instantly. His fingers push under the material of your dress and your body tingles in anticipation. His fingertips now so close to your crotch. You encourage him by wrapping your calf round the back of his thigh, pulling his own crotch closer to you. He was however still kissing your neck, and time was ticking.

“Dan,” you mumble against his hair. He pulls his head away and looks at you questioningly with his wide eyes, his lips still close to yours.

“Get a move on.” You open your mouth and bite hold of his bottom lip. Dan grins wickedly back at you, his eyes firey and his cheeks red. His hair unbelievably even more wild than before.

“As you wish.”

He grasps hold of your waist once more and holds on to you tightly, his lips crushing yours as he carries you through the kitchen door towards the lounge. You giggle at him as he almost walks you into the door frame, both of you not really concentrating on direction. You feel the sofa against the back of your legs and he lowers you down. You wiggle upwards and your hands grab at his jumper, desperate to remove it. Dan takes the material in his hands and pulls it over his head, lowering his bare chest back down towards you and resting on his elbows, either side of your head. Your hands run up his ribs and grip at his shoulder blades, his skin warm to touch. You run your hands back down his body as he continues to kiss you, his tongue against yours and small sighs escaping both your lips. You grab at his pajama bottoms and shove them with all the strength you can muster at that angle but they barely budge, so you push at his chest and sit up, with him kneeling over you. You feel his fingers pull at the zip on your dress and a cool breeze hits your back, contrasting with your heated skin. You yank down his pajama bottoms and twist your legs round to position yourself on your knees, so your face is right against his. He runs his hands over your shoulders, pulling your dress down and leaning his head back slightly to look at your increasingly revealed skin.

“You’re being gentle with this one.” You giggle, holding the back of his neck and placing your other hand on his rising and falling chest.

“I told you, I really like it.” He grins back, pulling it down your body. You let your arms fall and he pulls the sleeves down, the dress bunching round your bent knees.

You once again hold his neck and you move your mouth against his. That’s when you feel his fingers against your crotch. Small strokes at first that make your hips wiggle and you cant help but let out a small moan into his mouth. You feel him smile again and his fingers twist your underwear tightly, pulling them down over your hips to join your dress. He lowers you back down, hovering over you but never breaking contact between your chests.

You suddenly feel him grind himself into you, and your stomach knots and your back arches in pleasure. This is what it has been building up to. His bare hot skin against yours, soft and sensitive. You feel his hard length against you, as he runs his fingers up your ribs and under your back, where he unclasps your bra in a matter of seconds (he’d gotten good at this recently) and chucks it onto the floor. You take this time to wriggle your dress further down your body and over your ankles, kicking it away. You use your foot to push at Dan’s pajama bottoms too and breathe heavily against his mouth as you enjoy the few seconds of being fully naked with him, relishing every inch of his body against yours. You open your mouth and push your crotch up against his, creating the friction you were craving.

“Don’t go out with her again. Stay with me.” He whispers. You respond with a kiss.


He slowly pushes himself into you. A warm wave of pleasure rolls through your body and he tucks his head into your neck, letting out the sexiest groan you’ve ever heard. You roll your hips up to meet his rhythm and feel the heat build slowly and surely deep within your stomach. You wrap your legs around his bum and grip tightly onto his hair. Your moans grow louder with each minute that passes, as do his, until his rhythm changes to faster, deeper thrusts and the waves are now so powerful you almost forget to breathe. Your head tilts backwards and Dan’s teeth sink gently into the soft spot of your neck. His back and chest growing damp with sweat.

You both climax together, when you squeeze his hips with your thighs and bite down on his lip, as he thrusts into you one last time. You feel your thighs quiver and you wriggle beneath him, as he grips your hip with his hand and tries to control his own spasms. You let out a loud few sighs and softly kiss his neck as he breathes against your shoulder. You felt exhausted, but so happy, and had almost forgotten about the pizza when suddenly..


“Ah shit.” You hear Dan mumble against you. “They’re early.”

“Yeah,” you grin to yourself. “There’s no way that was 25 minutes.” Dan lifts his head up and opens his mouth wide in mock offense.

“In my defense, you did rush me.”

“Go get the pizza.” You giggle, kissing him passionately on the lips one last time, before planting a single gentle one on his nose.

He smiles down at you before lifting himself away and reaching for his pajama bottoms, shoving them on backwards and stumbling towards the door. You laugh after him, and sit up yourself, finding your knickers in the pile of clothes and sliding his jumper over your head. You feel your stomach grumble in hunger and realise how differently tonight would have gone if your 'best friend’ had actually showed up. In many ways you were still mad at her, but in many more you were glad of the way things had turned out. You were also glad you hadn’t spent the entire evening being grumpy about it. Mind you, that was all down to Dan. He was the most perfect distraction.


Hope you like this one! Didn’t want to make Dan too dominant because I feel like that’s a whole seperate fic ;) Let me know what you think/any advice. Thanks for reading! x

Galentine’s Day

This is for the Carry On Valentines thing. Day 1: Friendship


Word Count: 1070

TW: like one swear? I think? none

A year after Watford or something

“Valentine’s Day is a Hallmark holiday, Simon.”

“I know, Pen. But it’ll be fun, and besides, it’s technically not Valentine’s day! Come on, please?” Simon pouted at her.

No matter how dense or frustrating he could be, Penny never could refuse when he asked her to do something like this. He was her best friend and she loved how excited he got.

“Okay fine. How does this ‘Galentine’s’ day work?”

“It’s a friendship day! It’s like Valentine’s day but for friends. And since you are my best friend, I thought it would be a fun thing to do together,” Simon said as he started to bounce on the balls of his feet. Merlin it was like he was that damn rubber ball he always bounced back in 1st year.

What do people even do on Galentine’s Day? Penny wondered after she had left. She walked towards the coffee shop where she always studied. After she ordered and collected her usual, she sat down at a sunny table and opened her laptop. Research had always been one of her strong suits during their days of trying to beat the Humdrum. Before…everything happened. Before the Mage and Ebb and everything else.

She found several articles but skipped them all in favor of watching an episode of Parks and Rec. This must have been where Simon got the idea, Penny thought (they were both watching the show but she had fallen behind. She hadn’t seen this episode yet).

After the episode and several Buzzfeed articles she had gathered some ideas and got to work.

“Happy Galentine’s Day, Penny!”

“And to you as well, Si,” She walked over to where he was standing in the kitchen and tried to peer over his shoulder but he turned abruptly to hide what he was holding.

“What’cha got there, Simon?”

“Well it was supposed to be a surprise,” he mock glared at her, “but I made sour cherry scones!”

He turned around and presented a plate of scones. Penny was surprised to see that none of them were burned this time. She grinned up at him and he glared back, knowing what she was thinking.

“Okay, although these scones are delicious, Simon, I think we should go out to eat today.”

Simon perked up. “Where are we going?”

“Well as you so graciously borrowed this idea from our Lord and Savior Leslie Knope, I thought it only made sense to go and get waffles.”

Simon gasped and exclaimed, “How dare you be better at this day than I am!”

Penny only laughed and grabbed their coats.

Simon channeled his inner Leslie Knope at breakfast. He as many waffles as he could and covered the top of each in mounds of whipped cream. Penny went the Ron Swanson route and got eggs and bacon (and had some of the leftover waffle Simon had left in favor of groaning about how full he was).

When they were both done, they gave each other their gifts.

Simon handed her a box and as she unwrapped it he said, “I have never been good with words. You know this. But they say a picture is a thousand words and I didn’t know how else to show how much you mean to me.”

Inside the wrapping was a frame that held a collage of ten different pictures of them. Some of the pictures were ones Penny had taken with her phone during their Watford years on the occasional times they saw each other over Christmas or other breaks during the school year. Other pictures were taken this year. One was of Penny laughing after getting dye in Simon’s hair while he was helping her change the color. The green streak was there for weeks but he grew to love it and even miss it once it had grown out. Another showed Simon pouting next to his first batch of sour cherry scones (they were burned).

But the center photo was one was of Penny and Simon collapsed on the couch, taken by Baz on the day Simon and Penny had moved into their apartment.

Penny was not one to cry at gifts but tears were starting to prickle behind her eyes.

“You are my best friend, and let’s be honest, you are the only reason I survived Watford. You are my better half, my adoptive sister, my confidant, and my first family. Maybe this is a stupid holiday but I wanted some way to show you how thankful I am for you and how much I care about you. Thanks for being my best friend Penelope Bunce.”

Now she was crying and he was tearing up.

“I care about you too, you loveable disaster. I don’t even know what else to say, so perhaps I’ll give you my gift now.”

She cleared her throat and began:

“Simon Snow, you do not fit your name.

Your last name is something cold and soft

But you are a flame

You pulled my in with your promise of potential

But while fire has the potential to harm, you heal

You may be dense, frustrating, and stubborn as hell

But you are kind and selfless and never, ever

Could I ask for a better friend.

You have taught me more about myself than I ever could have learned on my own

You filled my school years with adventure and joy

Of course there were hard times

Who doesn’t have hard times

But you stuck with me through it all

We make a good team, you and me.

I may have lots of siblings, but you are the only one that matters to me.

Remember when I said I only had time for a few people in my life?

No matter what situation I was in, you would always be one of those people.

Thank you for all that you have given me

Thank you for being there every step of the way and for helping me become the person I am today

Without you, I don’t know who I would be.

Thank you, Simon Snow, for being my brother, my mentor, and my best friend.”

Now they were both sobbing. After everything that had happened, they were still together. Through it all they had held each other up and now both were realizing that their lives could have been much, much different.

It was a successful Galentine’s Day.

anonymous asked:

Do you know any new or not very popular fics?

This post has some new AU fics, and here are some other new ones:

Title: Bookish Mistletoe
General Audiences
Romance, Humour
Chapters: 1
Word Count:
 A bookstore, jily, and mistletoe

Title: Truth or Dare?
General Audiences
Romance, Humour, Friendship
Chapters: 2
Word Count:
 The Marauders play a game on a Friday night in their last year of Hogwarts.

Title: Epiphany
Romance, Humour
Chapters: 1
Word Count:
Lily and James have a tentative… friendship… thing, going on. So why does Lily keep getting bloody butterflies in her stomach whenever he grins at her with that stupid goddamn grin?

Title: Bruised
Romance, Angst, Hurt, Comfort
Chapters: 1
Word Count:
Lily knows its her turn to protect them.

Title: Healthy Compromise
Friendship, Romance, Humour
Chapters: 1
Word Count:
The first time James Potter and Lily Evans date, it doesn’t go well and everyone’s miserable.  And James and Lily are both out for revenge.  (Of course it ends happily; I’m not strong enough for anything different.)

Title: A Bloody Shotgun Wedding
Teen and Up
Romance, Humour, Muggle AU
Chapters: 1
Word Count:
“It’s not a bloody shotgun wedding,” said Lily, more to herself than James, who was driving the both of them from London to Sowsworth for the wedding. “Definitely not,” agreed James, hearing her. “Although, you are pregnant.” (AU, sequel to Bloody Shangrila)

“Tightrope Walking” - Part 2

“Tightrope Walking” - Part 2

(Part 1)

My Masterlist - Here

Bruce Wayne x Reader - Romantic Relationship

Jim Gordon x Reader - Father/Daughter Relationship

Jerome Valeska x Reader - Past Friendship

Word Count: 2868

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing, talk of murder

Summary: With the return of Jerome, it’s time for your boyfriend, Bruce, to finally hear about your past.  

Author’s Note: This is going to be a 4 or 5 part story, and I hope I can do it justice! Please be patient with me! These are also all going to be a bit lengthier, but I will try my best to not make them insanely long! I also made Bruce and the reader college aged. Not too old though. Maybe 17 or 18? I figured it would make more sense this way.

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!


- DreaSaurusREX

4 years ago, you’re parents disappeared. They were times you heard them with people who were from the bad parts of town. You knew how bad the foster system would be, so you packed a backpack full of essentials and went on your own. It wasn’t until after you ran away that you found out just who your parents really were. They worked for one of the gang leaders in a city about an hour out from Gotham.

You didn’t really have any destination in mind. You just wandered for a while until you saw a flyer on a newsstand for Haly’s Circus. It was a traveling circus that was setting up for a weekend of shows at the local fairgrounds. You were able to crack into your parent’s lockbox and take some cash, so you weren’t worried about money yet. Why not go to the circus? Maybe it can be a movie moment where you actually run away with them.

You didn’t expect that last part to ring true.

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Our Girl

PAIRING: reader x Steve x Bucky (friendship) 

WORD COUNt: 2.1k

WARNINGS: non expect slight angst and fluff. 

Request from @prcngs-moony​: Y/N is a combat prodigy Bucky and Steve are getting flashbacks cause she reminds them of an old friend. Kinda like her to be on the younger side so it’ll be all family feels. [Bonus points if you use “out of the way senior citizens coming through”]

This was super cute to write! Hope you enjoy x 

Tagged: @buckythetinman


Originally posted by stevesupallnighttogetbucky

Being the youngest member of the most highly skilled group of people in the world came as a shock too most. It surprised them looking at you and wondering just what quality you possessed that granted to access to people like Tony Stark. You couldn’t move things with your mind; you didn’t have super strength or Hulk like qualities. All in all you were very unassuming, which came as your advantage. You had been trained at a very early age in almost every form of combat training, both you parents were SHIELD agents as though it best to teach you self defensive. When they died you promised yourself that you would make them proud, that you would keep fighting to save as many people as you could. Like your parents did before you. 

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