go put some pants on

yugi’s shirt and leather pants: become a crop top and capris
joey’s t-shirt and jeans: become the powder-blue hell that yugi now lives in


first batch of fashion folder jojo rqs w/ some ladies!!

Happiness Is Homemade

also on Ao3

MooMaw’s kitchen is always filled with light.

It’s pouring through the windows above the sink and filtering through the blue and white checked curtains that hang above it.

Eric sits on the counter, right in the middle of a sun beam, and swings his little feet against the cabinets below as he licks brownie batter off a wooden spoon.

MooMaw has the phone tucked between her shoulder and her ear as she uses a spatula to scrape the last of the batter into the pan.

The cord stretches from the wall and Eric extends a sock covered foot out towards it and tries to touch it with his toes.

It sags before he can get to it as she steps forward and takes the spoon from him.

He only has a second to pout before she’s putting the spatula in the bowl and the bowl in his lap and ruffling his hair.

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Six Feet Under | SugarDaddy!Seb x Reader – Part 5

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory


← Part 4

You punched the elevator down button and lucky for you, it was already stationed on your floor from when you came up earlier. You ran in, hit the lobby button and kept slamming the side of your fist on the Door Close button until you saw the elevator doors start to close. You caught a glimpse of Sebastian’s face as the door closed. You couldn’t read it. You gave yourself a moment to lean against the wall of the elevator and catch your breath. Once the elevator dinged, the door opened and you forced your legs to move underneath you.

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Hey Boss

Title: Hey Boss

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,650

Warning: It’s demon!Dean smut

Summary: You’re a demon in Hell that wants to serve one of the most legendary badasses you’ve ever heard of; Dean Winchester. The famed hunter, who wore the Mark of Cain, only to be turned into a demon. All this pent up rage and lack of fucks to give, Dean is more than happy to have a willing demon hanging on his every word.

“Run that by me again?” Dean slowly turned to you, swirling his glass of whiskey.

“Well, sir, I just know that a man of your power…you need a loyal servant.”

Dean just stared at you for a moment. His eyes never moved, but you could see the wheels turning in his head. Slowly sipping his whiskey, he let the warm heat rise in his body before he answered.

“Let me get this straight. You want to…serve me?”


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Sanvers College AU: Finals Week

This goes out to all of yall going through finals: you are amazing and I promise, you will get through it! Remember that your grades are not a reflection of your self-worth, and you have so much to be proud of. You’re almost there and you can do it!!!! <3 <3 <3 

The only advantage of finals week is that she almost never has to change out of her pajamas.

Maggie says they’re cute.

She only hears Eliza’s voice in her head, laughing softly and asking her why exams prevent her from proper hygiene.

Because of you, Mom, she wants to say, but she only says it in her head.

Because Eliza also texts her every day, wishing her luck while telling her she doesn’t need luck, because she is brilliant, and she is proud of her, and she can do this.

It warms her heart, but it makes her feel the pressure more acutely, somehow all at the same time.

She lets Maggie read the texts over her shoulder.

Maggie never says anything.

There’s been radio silence from her mother for going on five years now.

So they don’t talk about it. Eliza. Because Alex wonders if it’s better to have a mother who showers her with both love and with pressure than to have a mother who doesn’t even know her daughter’s in college, let alone going through finals week.

They don’t talk about it, but Maggie squeezes her thigh and kisses the back of her neck and Alex does the same for her.

It’s just as well.

They have studying to do.

Sometimes Alex needs to down anti-anxiety meds and coffee – it makes her shake terribly, but it keeps her awake and it keeps her from panicking so hard she can’t breathe – and lock herself in a study room in the library, alone.

Maggie smuggles in food at three am, and she makes sure Alex eats and drinks before she retreats back out of Alex’s frenetic study space.

Sometimes Alex needs to lay on the floor of Maggie’s dorm room, flat on her back, her feet up on Maggie’s couch, in Maggie’s lap, while Maggie and Lena quiz her, rapid fire – the only way she likes it, under pressure – on quantum entanglement and polyatomic anions and seventeenth century French politics.

Lena has to help them both with that last bit: boarding school prepared her for those history tests better than anything Maggie or Alex had experienced. 

Alex still nearly fails.

Maggie has to hold her all night to remind her that she is not her test grades.

That her worth is far greater, always, than the sum of her scores.

Maggie doesn’t talk much about her own stress.

About the way she studies long after even Alex falls asleep.

Because Lena’s mother is paying for everything, and Alex’s mother is paying for everything, but Maggie doesn’t even know her mother anymore, and even if she did, paying for college would be a waste because she could just stay on the family farm.

She scoffs to herself.

She could have, if they let her.

But they didn’t, so she’s on scholarship. She’s on scholarship that she worked silently, steadily, desperately to get. 

She’s on scholarship and she cannot lose it.

Because if she loses it, she will have no education, no housing, no job, no income, no Alex. No anything.

If she loses it, she’ll be fourteen again.

So Alex sets her alarm for four am, because they don’t talk about it, but Alex still knows. She sets her alarm and she bundles herself in her biggest hoodie and she stumbles out to the only all night cafeteria across campus, and she comes back to feed Maggie, just like Maggie feeds her. 

She holds her and she tells her she’s incredible and she’s tough and she’s smart and she’s going to kick this exam in the face.

Lena, sleeping on her and Maggie’s couch with an astrophysics book still in her hands, mutters something about blackbody radiation, and Alex and Maggie have to stifle each other’s giggles.

None of them wake up in time for their biology exam.

Lucy Lane has to burst into Maggie and Lena’s dorm, hollering about Alex needing to text when she’s not going to come home, to text when she’s planning to sleep away that perfect grade they all know she’s going to get, and “hey, Sawyer, anyone tell you you look adorable in Danvers’s sweaters?” and “Danvers, I know we have to get going, but damn, do you maybe wanna put on some pants first?”

Her jovial spirit doesn’t fool any of them: they know she’s been up all night, same as them, pacing, panicking, but they know James and Winn kept her sane, kept her safe, kept her stable.

Alex smiles down at the text she gets from Kara, from Eliza, a selfie of the two of them together, holding a sign that Kara clearly made, telling her that her semi-permeable membranes are only letting in the best of luck.

Maggie reminds Alex to eat something to go with her anti-anxiety pill, and Lena takes hers when she thinks no one’s watching. Lucy touches her arm and gives her a small grin.

“The boys are saving us seats,” she tells them all. “I don’t think Schott wanted to risk getting decapitated by any of you if he walked in and you weren’t decent or something.”

“He knows we’re all queer, right?”

“He also knows you’re all dangerous.”

Alex, Lena, and Maggie grin, shrug, and nod. “Fair point.”

They walk in together, and Maggie hugs James, hugs Winn. Lena and Alex sort of grin at them faintly.

Maggie kisses Alex’s hand.

“You’re amazing, Danvers,” she whispers as they settle into their lecture hall seats. “And when we’re done, you can make like DNA helicase and unzip – “

“Oh my god, Sawyer, we’re about to take a final, could you not?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to comfort my girlfriend, you don’t have to get all snappy because you don’t have one.”

She, Lucy, and Alex all stare at each other for a long moment, and then lean into each other, bursting into hysterical laughter.

Maybe this – this friendship, this love, this community – maybe this was more important than the letter they earned, after all.

Alex still nearly throws up when the exam is placed in front of her, and Maggie closes her eyes for a long moment, doing what she always does with exams: wiping her mind completely blank – thank god for yoga – so when she opens her eyes, her knowledge will be fresh, her approach will be fresh, her spirit will be fresh. She focuses on writing her name, clean and neat and confident.

She’ll dive into the rest of the exam with that confidence.

The confidence – the drive – that the burden of her name gives her.

To her other side, Lena is doing the same. 

Alex and Lena are the first to finish and the last to leave.

Maggie, James, Lucy, and Winn all finish at different paces, but they all wait, idly going over their tests, doodling on their scrap paper, breathing, fantasizing, wishing, waiting – until Alex and Lena are done meticulously going over their answers, meticulously making sure that not a mark is out of place.

They don’t leave before their friends do because they know it’ll send them into a panic. That they did something wrong. That they’re stupid for taking too long. That they’re alone, alone, alone.

And they’re not alone. So they wait. 

And they all leave together, Alex with her phone bursting with congratulatory texts from Kara, taking selfies in her high school bathroom with thumbs up and kisses and congratulations on finishing captions.

They all leave together, pushing out the doors of the lecture hall, out of the maze of the science building, and into the dazzling daylight of their campus.

None of them have slept, and none of them have treated their bodies particularly well, beyond what the people who love them forced them to eat, to drink.

But now? Now they get to lay on the quad – James spreading his jacket down for Lena, Maggie pulling Alex into her arms, Lucy adjusting Winn like he’s a pillow – and they get to laugh, and they get to sleep, and they get to dare to dream that they’re worth it, that they did it, that are, indeed, more than the sum of their scores.

Reggie Mantle x Reader: Cliché


I don’t have a specific story line to request but I really really really need Reggie x reader angst that ends in fluff. If you can’t do this without a specific plot it’s fine!

A/N: I was writing another fic then this spilled out and I didn’t fit the other fic that well, so I decided to turn it into this and hopefully you guys like it. I don’t know if this angsty enough though. Enjoy and I’ll update my masterlist later. Sorry for the delay in posting I have been sick and finals have arrived. Have a lovely day you beautiful majestic creatures/humans/witches/wizards whatever you want to be. If you’re following me and I haven’t followed you back slide in my ask or inbox and tell me please. 😍 I was supposed to post this yesterday but apparently there is a limit to how much a person can post within a day (blame Tumblr not me).

Words: 2500

Summary: You and Reggie have been friends since as long as you can remember. You both like each other but won’t admit it until Chuck messes with you.

Spoilers: Like one swear word I think. Reggie being protective af.

“So you guys have been inseparable since your childhood and never dated, or even thought of it” Veronica continued as you sighed at the reference that was always directed at you.

You’ve been best friends with Reggie Mantle for as long as you could remember.

That phrase always directed towards you both and it made you groan annoyingly at the person who directed it to you. You couldn’t understand why people couldn’t see that a guy and a girl could totally have a platonic relationship.

You loved Reggie as a friend, and you were pretty sure he felt that too. Sure you had a flirty way of communication towards each other, but you had always been like that.

“Were just friends. Best friends for that matter, can we just drop that” you spoke hating when people expected you to be a bigger cliché.

You couldn’t stand clichés you already were one, the sweet girl that kept to herself and tried to get along with everyone; although you always had Reggie who stood up for you if anything ever happened. That being the biggest cliché, being somewhat popular having a jock best friends who made sure you were always protected.

Growing up though Reggie got handsome and you contemplated your feelings, but pushed them aside because you couldn’t stand being so ordinary and becoming a bigger cliché.

“So, he’s available” the raven haired girl hinted at you.

“From what I know, yes” you answered you took a sip of water.

“So can I have his number?” Veronica continued giving you her phone as you placed in Reggie’s number.

The bell rang indicating that lunch was over and you all made your ways to class.

You were going to be late to class since you forgot your notebook at your locker. The hallway being empty because everyone was now in class, or so you thought.

You soon became startled by a hand brushing against your behind as you turned shocked as to what just happened.

“WHAT THE HELL CHUCK!” you exclaimed as he smiled all you wanted to do now was go home and put on some pants instead of the flowy dress that was on you.

“Pipe down (Y/N), it was an accident” he lied as you saw from the side of your eye that the rest of the football team leaving the locker room after their meeting.

“Just leave me alone, and don’t you ever come near me again” you hissed at him not wanting to make a scene.

“What’s going on (Y/N)?” Reggie made his way to you with worry and anger flooding his eyes.

“Nothing Reg, it’s fine, I’m fine” you reassured him not wanting him to get in a fight with his fellow teammate.

“Yeah I handled things pretty well” Chuck spoke with a devilish smirk on his face not even sorry about what he did and that made you feel more violated than ever.

“How dare you?! You asshole!” you continued at him while slapping his face and Reggie pulled you away.

“Chuck what did you do?” Reggie questioned his teammate.

“Oh, C’mon Reggie she was asking for it” Reggie’s blood boiling not knowing to what he was referring but nobody spoke about you that way not with him around, not ever “don’t act innocent ever since the day she started developing your eyes linger longer than ever too” Chuck continued as Reggie threw the first punch.

It almost was a full on fight until the coach Clayton emerged and broke it up protecting his kid.

“Don’t come near her again I swear your dad won’t be able to save you every time” Reggie hissed as you two were dismissed from school.


You both walked to your house quietly, until he finally broke the silence.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry, I just, I hate how I wasn’t there to protect you. (Y/N) you have to tell me what he did” he spoke with worry in his eyes you stayed quiet “(Y/N/N) I know you hate it when I fight, but I hate it when people mess with the things I care about.”

“I- h- he-, I just want to go home and put some pants on” you ignored the question not wanting him to go crazy as you opened the door to your house.

“I’m going to go change, be right down” you proclaimed.

You changed and made your way to the kitchen as Reggie was making himself a sandwich.

“(Y/N), you have to tell me what he did, please, I’m your best friend” this time he ordered and you sighed in defeat.

“You can’t go fuming mad man on him Reggie, or I swear I won’t ever trust you again” you lied knowing you had to tell him before anyone tried to mix up the story as he nodded.

“He- uh- he touched my ass” you spoke softly looking into his eyes hurt in them for what had happened to you.

Reggie grabbed you by the waist pulling you into a hug, and you thought that maybe he wouldn’t go hulk on Chuck although you kind of wish he would because he deserved it.

“I’m sorry (Y/N)” Reggie whispered to you as he ran out of your home and you couldn’t catch up to him.


An hour later you heard the doorbell ring as you opened the door to reveal Reggie with blood in his knuckles and a small scratch on his forehead. You smiled internally because you knew Chuck got the worse of it, but worry is what showed in your eyes as you pulled him in to the kitchen as you looked for the first-aid kit.

“Dammit Reggie, what did you do?” you asked knowing the answer, as you climbed the counter to reach the kit and you missed a step and he caught you.

“You don’t deserve being treated like that (Y/N/N)” he pointed out still holding on to you.

He finally settled you down as you cleaned up his wounds.

“Look you have to keep quiet about this, we both got in trouble at school for going against Chuck” you pronounced soon to be cut off by him.

“No (Y/N), I can’t do that, you’re my girl, nobody messes with us” he raged.

“No Reg, I know what he did was wrong, but this, if the school finds out. They will call my mom, look I don’t want any more trouble. If my mom finds out I- I- Reggie, please you’re my guy too, you know that. I just want to forget about this.” you pleaded as you heard your mom pull up in the driveway.

“(Y/N) what is this about you slapping Chuck Clayton at school today, and why did I have to find out from a call from the principal and not you” Your mom interrupted you and Reggie as she stepped in the house.

“Shit” you mumbled under your breath and stayed quiet.

“Well are you going to tell her?” Reggie added with anger in his voice not wanting you to keep quiet about this whole ensemble.

“Reggie shut up!” you ordered.

“He touched your ass (Y/N), that’s harassment!” Reggie stated harshly and your mother stood there with wide eyes.

“Look mom I didn’t want to tell you because I- its embarrassing okay! I- Don’t you hear what they say about the girls that this happens to. They get slut-shamed even if they’re like me and never have gone out with anyone. It’s so degrading and I can’t stand it, but I hate getting myself or even other people in trouble. Yes even if it’s Chuck and he wasn’t sorry because I hate conflict” you finished tears finally leaving your eyes.

“Oh honey, you’re not a slut. You are not anything they will try to say about you.” your mom pulled you into a hug “but we all need to speak to the principal about what really happened that boy needs to learn there will be consequences to his actions.”

“No mom Reggie is going to get more in trouble if we do, he just went on a punching spree on Chuck” you added as your mom pulled away from the hug and gave a small hug to Reggie.

“Did you get him good?” your mom encouraged.

“MOM!” you chuckled at her comment.

“Well, I need to know that if he’s going to get in trouble it’s going to be worth it” she explained.

“So worth it” Reggie gushed as he brought you both in for a small hug.


Later Reggie “left.” It really just means your mom kicks him out of the house because it gets too late, but he always climbs through your window into your room.

As Reggie was climbing your window he accidently hit his cut on the forehead.

“You’re getting too big for my window, I’m going to have to find a bigger one, although that will make my mom figure out our arrangement” you chuckled as he sat next you in bed.

“Yeah, she’s going to ruin our sleepovers”


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Hey Reggie hope you don’t mind (Y/N) gave me your number. 😉

-Ronnie xx

“Now why did you do that?” Reggie asked you as he showed you his phone.

“She asked for it, she asked if you were available; I thought you were” he looked down “so who’s the girl then? I’m sure if I tell Ron she will understand that it was misunderstanding” you gave him a puzzled look.

“No girl, not important I’m just not interested” Reggie fidgeted as he typed down a message letting her down easy.

“Oh c’mon you’d never turn down a girl like Ronnie, who has you like this” you grinned but at the same time sad that there just might be another girl that was going to take up Reggie’s time.

“I think we should just drop it” he ignored the topic “So how are you holding up?”

“I wish it was me that punched Chuck” you said softly laying your head on his shoulder.

“I’d like to see that” Reggie chuckled.

“I’m still mad at you, you know; but I can’t stay mad at you forever because I don’t know what I’d do without you Mantle” you commented looking to his bruised fists.

“I had to he disrespected my girl” Reggie retorted placing his arm around you “I’m just happy I saw you slap him, I never thought I’d see the day you hit someone” he laughed as you playfully punched him “ow, I’m injured, how dare you” he continued.

“That’s not my fault” you defended.

“Oh but it is (Y/N/N), I punched the hell out of him for you” he looked directly at your eyes.

The atmosphere changed within the second you both laid eyes on each other, Reggie looked vulnerable like he wanted to say something, but was scared of the outcome that could come after if he spilled his feelings.

“How are we still friends?” you broke your gaze as he squeezed you tighter to his side.

“What do you mean? We’ve always be friends” Reggie declared but it hurt. Reggie had grown fond of you the moment he realized you were the only one who was ever there for him. In the absence of his family you were there, the coach pinned him against Archie you were there, when he lost his friend Jason you were there.

He knew how you felt about clichés, but all he wanted was to be part of a different cliché with you. He wanted to be the jock that got the sweet girl. The guy best friend who got to date his best friend because he knew that you were his soulmate.

There you both sat knowing your feelings for each other, but afraid to speak of them. He was afraid of rejection and you your excuse was a cliché which you came up with in middle school because you were tired of everyone and their assumptions about you and Reggie. Most importantly because you fell in love with your best friend and you had to make everyone think otherwise.

“I know, but I mean were both a bit different in most stories we were supposed to fall apart and forget each other. You with your popularity and me the shy quiet one” confirmed.

“Are you hinting something?” Reggie gave you a sad smile.

“No, I’m just glad we’ve actually stuck to each other” you smiled back.

“Good, different is good, I like our story” Reggie added and you blushed.

You both laid down in your bed and fell asleep to wake up to your alarm ringing a bit earlier as it always did when Reggie would sleep over so he had time to back to his house to get ready, he lived next door anyways.

You opened your eyes as you were cuddled to Reggie, your head resting on his chest and his arms around your waist.

“Reggie it’s morning” you spoke as he held you tighter not wanting to get up.

“Just five more minutes, please” he wouldn’t let go.

“Mantle the magnificent, I hope you realize my mom doesn’t knock and were supposed to go with her to school today about you know who” you started poking him to get up even though what you wanted was to keep cuddling with him.

“Fine” he let go as you both stood up.

You had a very nervous expression about the whole situation, you wanted justice but Chuck always seemed to get away with it and you two were alone in the hallway when he touched you, there was no witnesses and it all just dawned at you and Reggie saw your expression as he was about to climb out.

“Hey” he grabbed you by the shoulders “It’s all going to be okay, your mom is going to be there and so am I” he grabbed one of your hands as he intertwined his with yours which sent butterflies in your stomach.

“But that didn’t stop him before, I mean no one saw, I have no witnesses.” You freaked as he let his hand go from your shoulder and placed in your chin.

“(Y/N)?” he looked you straight in the eyes.

“Yeah” you said a little short of breath.

“No one messes with what’s mine” he commented as he placed his lips on yours and it shocked you at first but you kissed back.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that for” he confessed as he rested his forehead on yours.

“Probably not as long as I have wanted that to happen” you spilled as he gave you a wide smile.

“So can you tell Ronnie I’m taken now” he beamed.

“As long your there with me” you approved.

“So you don’t mind being a cliché with me?” he questioned you.

“I’ll be your cliché” you announced as you placed one last kiss on his lips so you both could get ready for school.


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Title: Mr. Parker (Part 2 of Tutor(Daughter of Tony! Reader x Peter Parker))

Summary: Tony really wants the reader to join in on a meeting with a new recruit, even if they’ve already met before.

Word Count: 1789

A/N: THIS IS PART TWO TO TUTOR AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH AH! Also; writing out the word count made Hamilton pop into my mind. I hope you enjoy! 



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010 / 101 kisses

010; impromptu
♡ optional bias (second person)
♡ neighbors!au
x; when you share your first kiss 

rummaging through your kitchen at 1am for a snack wasn’t something unusual.

hearing your doorbell ring while you were face first into the refrigerator with cheeks filled with blueberries at 1am, however, was somewhat unusual.

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Unexpected Guest - Pt. 4

This is last and final chapter of the story based off a dream I had the other night, and decided to write out. Nothing special or exciting, just a fun, fluffy story. We made it to the end! Yay!

Thank you to everyone for your support on this story! I really didn’t think this story was going to do so well. I’m happy that it did though! I’m sad to see it end because I enjoyed writing it so much(sleepy Leonard gives me life).

3,977 word(s) of: fluff

Warnings: None

Leonard x Reader

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

Your eyes fluttered open to the sounds of a soft buzzing. You lifted your head slightly trying to figure out where the noise was coming from. You blinked blearily over to your bedside table and saw the soft glow of your comm. You glanced over at Leonard whose mouth was open slightly as soft snores passed over his lips.

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Sister Talk

I am now writing a fanfic about these two idiots….the beginning of an obsession.  HELP!!

Basically a karamel one-shot even though it’s mostly Alex and Kara.  ENJOY!

(Tagging a few karamel lovelies: @karamelicious @heart-knows-no-shame @super-karamel @captainkaramel @daenerysjon )


“Thanks for coming over,” Kara said as she placed a hot cup of coffee in front of her sister. “Especially on a Sunday morning…I hope Maggie wasn’t too annoyed that I’m stealing you away.”

Alex quickly waved it off as she took her first sip.  “Mmm…no, she’s fine…sleeping in this morning…we have plans to meet up for lunch later.”  Alex took another sip as she studied her sister, who was humming while she doctored her own coffee.  “Sooo…is the reason I’m over here have anything to do with the fact that you haven’t stopped smiling since I’ve walked through the door?”

Kara immediately pressed her lips together as she stirred her coffee.  “Pppfftt…whhaat?  I haven’t been….””  Another smile crept through but she tried to hide it by taking another sip, but as soon as she swallowed another smile bloomed on her face.  “Okay, well…”  She cleared her throat as she pushed her glasses.  “Perhaps a little the reason…okay, the main reason…yes, I’m….” She broke off into a fit of giggles.  “I’m sorry…I’m just…”

“Happy,” Alex finished for her as she smiled herself.  “You look happy.”  She then narrowed her eyes, studying her flushed cheeks and toothy grin as she did a cute little swaying dance where she stood.  “Oh….I know that look…did you?”

Kara pressed her lips together tightly, nodding her head erratically as she let out a little squeak.

“With Mon El?!”

She repeated the excited gesture…lips pressed, giddy nodding, tiny squeak.

“Of course with Mon El, why would I even ask that, you two have been playing the cat and mouse game for months, oh my god….”  She set her mug down and covered her hands with hers.  “Okay tell me everything, don’t leave anything out…go.”

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Family Matters

John Laurens x Reader 

Note: I am so sorry this has taken so long to get to! Things have been kind of hectic but I’m back to writing now and here you go! I hope you enjoy. Also I want to clarify that the reader is supposed to be 18 while the guys are all 19 so like, they are both adults.

Request: @lunaladybug asked: Hi! I’m here to request a John Laurens x Reader. Reader is Alexander’s little sister. He is very protective over her but they and tease eachother a lot. One day Alex asks Reader if she’d like to meet his friends. Reader is like “yeah okay.” She meets Hercules, Lafayette, and John. Once she sees John, she’s helpless. John also kinda likes her but is wary since, hello, best friends’ little sister. Eventually they start flirting and Alex becomes a smol angry big brother. “THATS MY SISTER, BRO WTF" 

AU: College

Word Count: 1,876

Originally posted by skinnybirch

When someone knocks on your bedroom door you jump slightly before calling out to tell them to come in. 

As the door opens, you turn to find your older brother Alexander standing in the doorway. After not seeing him for a couple of months while he’s been away at college you couldn’t be more excited to see him.

"Alex!” You exclaim as you get up from you spot at the desk, quickly crossing the distance between you and wrapping your arms around your brother.

“Hey Y/N” he says, returning the hug and holding you tight. With your arms around his middle you notice how he’s lost weight and glancing at his face you notice just how dark the circles under his eyes are.

“I see you’ve been working yourself to death” you tease, poking his side as you both pull out of the hug. 

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Fifth Christmas

the series is as follows so far:

FirstSecond ThirdFourthFifthFifth Christmas, Part 2SixthSeventhEighthNinthTenthEleventhTwelfthThirteenthFourteenthFifteenthSixteenthSeventeenthEighteenthNineteenthTwentiethTwenty-firstTwenty-secondTwenty-third


She was quietly submerged in a self-protective bubble of sanity. Outside her bubble, shoppers, children, angry males and even crazier women circled and flowed like liquid around her. Why she did this to herself was beyond comprehension. Christmas shopping on Christmas Eve.

What the hell was wrong with her?

She would have been better off just giving everybody a note saying they’d get stuff mid-January and stick a Hershey’s kiss on it with the last roll of tape she had in the house.

Instead, she was here, wondering if God was laughing at them all while he lounged with a cup of hot chocolate, dishing with Santa about the naughty list and made fun of this year’s clothing trends.

That made her smile a little bit and gave her the boost she needed for three final stores and the fight to leave the hellishly packed parking lot. Congratulating herself for not using her gun, she began her drive home.

And the phone rang.


After racing away from that ‘haunted house’ as Mulder called it, she drove home, exhausted, annoyed by the prospect of having to wrap gifts, in all manner of shapes and sizes, before getting a mediocre nap and returning to the road for her mother’s.

And thinking about it, she hadn’t really ‘raced’ away from the house … it was more like driving leisurely with the pedal just a bit closer to the floor … there was no reason to ‘race’ away from anything, except maybe the next hair-brained idea that Mulder was probably concocting even as they headed for their cars.

She stopped her thinking right there, given if she dwelled too long, she could probably convince herself that there were actually ghosts.

That is the last present Mulder needed.

Finishing wrapping her gifts nearly an hour later, then stacking everything back by the door, she then noticed the item she’d bought two days earlier and had forgotten to wrap, the item falling into the Christmas detritus strewn across the floor.

She’d found the perfect gift for Mulder.

A fitting, unique, totally him gift.

Pulling it towards her, she studied it again, let the smile creep across her face, then pulled the wrapping paper towards her and proceeded to tape the hell out of every seam and possible pulling point.

After, against every atom in her body screaming to go to bed, she pulled her shoes back on and headed into the 3am darkness.


He was truly delighted by his gift, an ornament, one she’d found on complete accident while shopping with her mother. A large red fox being hugged by a little dark-haired girl, the fox with glittering green eyes and the girl with a smile and a crown of flowers, kneeling beside the animal, arms tight around his neck.

She’d gotten a little nervous when he began shaking the box but knowing she’d packed it well, it survived his wild, paper-ripping opening to stun him into silence. She’d had to nudge him lightly with her elbow to get him to move again, to take the breath he needed to turn to her, crush her and her still unopened gift against him in a tight hug.

When he finally let her go, muttering to himself, “78 seconds, we’re getting better at this”, he took the bauble from the box, dangling it in front of his shining eyes, studying it with intense scrutiny, then shifting to catch her eye, “can we go put this on your tree?”

“Right now?”

“Yeah … well, right after you open your gift, I mean.”

Honest-to-Jesus, she couldn’t deny him while he wore such hopeful excitement on his face, “you don’t want to keep it here?”

“Nope. I want it on your tree.” Such matter-of-fact declarations from him were not surprising anymore but they still made her spine tingle.

“Then I better get to opening this, shouldn’t I?”

It turned out that Mulder’s round, cylindrical gift, was neither round nor cylindrical but a small set of windchimes packed carefully and securely into a thick cardboard tube. Holding them up, they made a deeper sound when she tapped them, lower notes that didn’t pierce her eardrums but soothed with their grandfather clock resonant gong. She realized instantly that they weren’t by any means a cheap gift and looking at him, “you shouldn’t have spent this much, Mulder.”

“It’s Christmas so shut up.” Grinning at her, “I was thinking you could hang them in front of one of your living room windows then in the summer with the windows open, they’d sound but they won’t get ruined in the rain and stuff.”

He looked so eager for her to like them, so happy that she did, so enthusiastic that she set them carefully down and pulled him against her this time, blowing the 78 seconds out of the water. Finally, just as she made up her mind to not let him go, she pulled back, “I think you should go change and we can go to my place to hang up your gift and then we can head over to mom’s and you can have Christmas with us.”

His smile faultered, “I can’t intrude like that. Not on Christmas.”

“You already told me your mom was with your aunt and I’m not letting you stay here by yourself. Besides, I need somebody to keep me from killing my brother. I vote you.”

Reaching desperately for lame-ass excuses he couldn’t really say with any conviction, given he actually would like to spend Christmas with her, “I don’t have any presents for anybody.”

Bless her Irish, ‘you’re full of crap’ internal sensor honed specifically for Mulder bullshit, she gave him a grin, then stood up, “you are a terrible liar sometimes. Go put on some clean pants and a shirt that won’t clash with a Christmas tree because you’re going to end up in photos and …” trailing off, she took his hand, “I better come help you pick something out.”


“Yes, those celluloid things that mark occasions and cement memories of Great Aunt Matilda getting drunk and wearing a lamp shade for a hat at family Christmas, 1982.”

As he was pulled along to the bedroom, “why would I be in pictures?”

“My mother will say ‘get in the picture’ and you won’t have the will to argue with her because she’s just stuffed you full of two pounds of ham and ambrosia salad. Compliance through food tonnage is her specialty.”

Finally, he gave in, standing patiently as she began pulling shirts from his closet and holding them to his chest, “I love Maggie.”

Once they’d gotten back to her place, he went right to the tree, waiting as she found him a hook, then he hung it up beside the ornament he’d given her when they’d decorated the tree almost a week earlier. This year’s was a filigree snowman, hair-thin white wire, affixed buttons and top hat, smiling coal face, small sign in his hand declaring the year. Standing side-by-side, Mulder slid his hand into hers, fingers warm and solid, perfect fit, perfect match, lit by tree lights and silent in the still dark night.

Just This Once

Scenario: I shouldn’t be doing this, but you mentioned you’re really good at math, so can you help me pass this test?

Pairing: Namjoon + Reader

Genre: Fluff + Soulmate AU (in which you can communicate with your soulmate through thoughts)

Words: 2,655

A/N: Here’s yet another soulmate au. Inspired by one of the many ideas on here. I hope you enjoy it ♡


You thought you were going crazy when you heard a different voice inside your head the first time. You were 8 years old when you heard the quiet “hello” while you were doing homework. Unsure of what to do, you greeted the voice back. You weren’t expecting another response from the strange voice.

Just to make sure you didn’t need to go to an asylum, you asked your mother about it. She only laughed and said that was how you communicate with your soulmate. You talk through thoughts, but only the ones that you direct towards them.

She was more surprised that your soulmate talked to you so soon. Usually, soulmates can’t contact each other until they fully understand the whole soulmate concept and are able to control their thoughts.

After hearing that, you ran to your bed and closed your eyes. You immediately thought about the voice and tried to reach out to it. When you didn’t hear anything back, you were ready to give up until you heard it again.

Now that all of your attention was on the voice, you noticed that it belonged to a boy. It was odd to hear a different voice other than yours in your head, but you didn’t complain.

Who are you?” You asked him.

“I’m Namjoon.”

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anonymous asked:

Jimin and Jin's reaction to finding u a sleep on the coach with his sweater on and it's just really big on you so u didn't wear pants ☺️

Originally posted by parkjewook

The door closed softly behind Jimin, and he pushed it a little so that the latch clicked into place. “I’m home,” he called out to your living room, which he was surprised to still find lit at 2am. Jimin sincerely hoped you hadn’t wait up for him. Didn’t you have work in the morning anyways? After taking off his shoes, setting down his backpack, and getting no answer from you, the pink-haired boy strolled out into the living room. Still there was no sign of you.

As Jimin made his way to your bedroom, he realized you’d left practically every light in the apartment on. He made a mental note to scold you for wasting energy later. “Babe?” he asked softly as he rounded the corner to the bedroom. All of his movements were slow and soft, for fear of waking you up.

Your bed was unmade, and you weren’t snuggled up under the covers like you usually would be at this time. With eyebrows knitted together, Jimin started to wonder if maybe you’d gone out for a late-night food run. No, he thought. I saw her car in the parking lot. Deciding to wait for you to reappear on the couch, he walked back to the living room only to find you laying on the couch.

He nearly laughed at himself for not realizing you’d been there the whole time, but he stopped himself. You were out cold and he knew if he woke you up now, you’d never get back to sleep. He took in your form, lying on your back with one arm on your stomach, and the other resting above your head.

Quickly he realized you were wearing your favorite sweater of his, and Jimin could feel the blush rising to his cheeks. His blush only deepened when he realized you’d fallen asleep without any pants on. The sweater was usually long enough to stop halfway down your thigh, but with the way you were sleeping, Jimin could nearly see your underwear.

This girl is trying to kill me.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

It wasn’t too late in the evening, only midnight, and Jin remembered you texting him earlier to say you’d be home late. You’d insisted that he go back to his dorm and get a good nights rest, but he’d rather surprise you when you came home from your outing at the bar.

Jin was surprised to find your TV on, the show you’d recently been watching on Netflix on auto-play. He didn’t think you’d be so forgetful as to leave it on before leaving the house. Quietly, Jin crept towards the couch, which faced away from the front door. The door swung shut with a loud thud, and Jin cringed.

If you were asleep, your boyfriend knew you’d kill him if the door shutting because Jin had forgotten to close it softly woke you. Making a quick prayer for his life, he continued toward the couch.

Just as he suspected, there you were, sound asleep. The harsh light from the television was the only thing illuminating your body. Looking around, Jin chuckled at the mess you’d made. Candy wrappers and popcorn littered the table, along with several small bottles of alchol and a messy plate that had probably had your dinner on it at some point.

Looking back at you, Jin started to reach for a blanket to cover you - you must have been cold - when he realized what you were wearing. It was that sweater of his you kept threatening to steal. As far as Jin knew, he’d left it at the dorm which must have meant you really did steal it. Stifling a laugh, he wondered if you’d also taken his sweatpants.

Nope, you hadn’t. In fact you weren’t wearing any pants at all. Jin moved to the other side of the couch, perching on the edge as he lightly shook your shoulder. “Wha?” you muttered, eyes fluttering open.

“Go put some pants on, you’re going to catch a cold sleeping like this.”

This is probably not what you were looking for but I’m laughing and that’s what matters

~Admin B

A little reminder

Can we be honest about PMS for a second?

It’s brutal. Maybe it’s just me. It turns me into something resembling Satan himself and I absolutely hate it. All of my emotions are running around in my head like little chickens with their heads cut off while I’m a weeping mess.

If you’re anything like me, let me remind you of a few things tonight.

  • You are not your emotions
  • Those emotions do not equal truth
  • It’s perfectly fine to cry. Even over stupid things. Even over nothing at all. It’s perfectly alright. 
  • You are not ugly
  • You are not crazy
  • This is not a forever feeling
  • If the same jeans you wore yesterday aren’t nearly as comfortable today, you go ahead and put some stretchy pants on girl. 
  • Give yourself heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps of grace

Y’all, it’s tough. I’m reminding myself of these tonight as I cry over ice cream cake that wasn’t the flavor I wanted. I’m giving myself grace and you already know I’ve got those stretchy pants on. We’ll make it, girls. 

anonymous asked:

M!A: hmmm *snaps fingers* now this would be interesting for all. Body swapped for 8 questions.

Bendy: No, fuck you!

Knock ‘Em Dead

Request: Can you do a Daveed one where he’s nervous for an interview and the reader is there to calm him down right before it

Word Count: 767

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Warning: implied smut

You woke up to an arm snaking its way around your bare waist and pulling you backwards towards a familiar toned chest. Your boyfriend’s warm breath was on your neck as you slowly gained more energy.

“Mornin’, beautiful.” Daveed murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to your neck.

Turning around in his arms, you faced him, resting a hand on his cheek.

“Hi, handsome.” You breathed, taking in his form that left you breathless.

His hair was disheveled from the events of the night before. Daveed said that he was nervous for the interview he had today, so you showed him that there was nothing to worry about by rolling in the sheets with him.

“Feel better after last night?” You asked.

“No,” He said, frowning and shaking his head. “But I think I need another reminder of why I shouldn’t be nervous.” He said suggestively.

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