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Jeanere/Erejean Fic Rec Masterpost

HELLO!! Some people have been asking me to do a fanfic rec for a while so here I am! 

on repeat by seabear - Eren and Jean are angry pizza delivery boys. They fall in love.

Traffic Colors by Freekish - Jean and Eren drabbles in a BDSM au. 

story without words (folie à deux) by andreaphobia - Eren and Jean in a world where they could have been happy.

in petersburg by Batman - (…) 

‘We aren’t strangers, though,’ Jean says, and Eren feels that breath-catching-heart-shooting phenomenon again.

‘We aren’t?’ The lilt marking his question is almost hopeful, he thinks.

‘No. See,’ Jean continues, leaning forward and grinning like something out of a framed photograph, ‘I’m already nicking your coffee.’

 (Reincarnation AU; slightly canon-divergent/post-canon)

Slammin’ shots and marry a man by pocketsizedtitan - It’s spring break. They get drunk. Marriage and sex ensues.

beach au by dizzyondreams - Eren moves into the house opposite Jean’s.

dudebro au by searwrites (sears) - erejean skater dudebros that dont get along and then do.

I Love You Verse by sciamachy - Or Jean’s Eight Attempts at Confessing to Eren

Leaving On The Fifth by avoidingavoidance - Even on a great night like tonight, Jean is the literal definition of cranky, but that doesn’t stop an overly-friendly Brit named Eren from trying to be his friend.

College, Careers, and Kids… Time Flies! by DeathsLastPrayer - Eren and Jean and the life they build together -from college to old age if they don’t fuck anything up in between!

roadtrip au by dizzyondreams - Jean and Eren inadvertently end up on a road trip alone together.

Appetence (bad blood) by catsonfire - Eren had his expectations, upon receiving his letter to Hogwarts, upon finding out that he was a wizard child born to two muggles without an ounce of wizard blood in the lineage. (…) Above all, he wasn’t prepared for Jean Kirstein.

Good Morning, Asshole by artenon - Internet personalities Eren Yeager and Jean Kirschtein meet, clash, hate each other, become friends, and fall in love. Fun times are had by all.

Allons-y by sandwichtree - Jean becomes progressively more protective of the worst possible candidate.

Bound Together by NormieScum - Eren and Jean bump into each other on Spring Break as strangers and end up getting ‘stuck’ together for a night. They’re both assholes but they click instantly :)

5:02AM by Winterreise - After a rude awakening early in the morning, Jean returns to the bedroom and discovers a rather…thrilling way to go back to sleep.

friends with benefits au by dizzyondreams

Later Is Better Than Never by Freekish - He fell asleep in his arms, something he’s only ever done a handful of times before. The warmth and weight of his arm feels right…feels safe. Steady slow breathes ghost over the back of his neck, reminding him this is where he belongs, where he should stay, but this is all temporary. He’ll be gone in a few hours.

tell me we’ll be just fine by andreaphobia - Eren’s a drug addict, Jean’s a washed-up freelance writer, and they’re no good for each other. They’re really, really not.

No Doubt by Freekish - Jean really has no doubt in his mind that Eren is going to be around for a while.

How to Salvage a Terrible Date by jtjenna (pornographicpenguin) - We’re going on a blind date - but wait a moment, aren’t you the one that went down on me in a back alley behind a club year ago? … what do you mean “which one”?

A Series of Unrelated Events Starring Jean x Eren by DeathsLastPrayer - We find Jean x Eren in various settings and plots but always together in the end… or eventually.

Your Touch Is What I Need by Freekish - When Eren gets in an emotional funk, he likes to disappear for a while. Mikasa and Armin don’t know where he goes when he leaves, and they worry about him. There is someone who knows how to find him. Jean. He never reveals where he finds Eren, but he sends a reassuring text that he’s with him and he’ll bring him back home in the morning.

let me turn you out (with human contact) by seabear - “If you’re not wearing them, you’re not gonna get to come tonight,” Jean’s eyes darken, the light usually playing in their depths shorting out as their gazes lock again. Eren feels himself starting to sweat from the heat pooling in his face as he brings his hands up to undo his fly and zipper. “Ooh,” Jean coos. “Very nice. They look expensive.”

in which david bowie is an enabler by dizzyondreams - Eren has had a crush on Connie’s weird, basement dwelling art student brother Jean for so long.

dat jeaneren smut.doc by Sycophantism - Jean and Eren are fighting. Then they’re frotting. Oops.

Habits by Hanaji_ga_Eren - Before he knows it, one of his one night stands just keeps showing up in his life, and they become much more than either intended. Jean slowly realizes that he doesn’t need the coping mechanisms that he’s used so far, as long as Eren’s there to make him feel like a person again.

Fricition by sciamachy - is still friction when it comes to lower body parts. Drabble Collection

Pousse-café by Variabile - Jean accidentally sends half-naked selfies to an unlisted number in his contact list and it’s all downhill from there.

sea change by andreaphobia - Eren and Jean find each other in prison.

clinquant by crunchrapsupreme - It’s not really that big of a deal, Jean thinks. Friends cuddle with each other all the time, right?

and give no warning to her flight. by albion - He keeps on finding him; him, of all people, and his not-mother had told him once that the people you meet have been put in your life for a reason, but Eren can’t work out why for the life of him why fate had decreed that in every universe he keep on finding Jean.

there’s a fire burning within me by jeanpls - Eren’s floating and desires the closeness of another human being.

Laundry Night is Horrible by XenophonSpeaks - An anger-fueled mistake on laundry night leads Eren into the strangest quest for friendship, and possibly something more, of his life.

Mating Ain’t Easy When Your Mate Is An Alpha Wannabe by DeathsLastPrayer - Jean x Eren are placed in an ABO setting as werewolves but it’s kind of like Romeo & Juliet when you consider the fact that Jean’s a City wolf and Eren’s from the forest and no one wants them to be together (they don’t even want to) but they are. Because they’re eternal mates.

Bring Your Best by tanyart - 24 hours without kissing and a still lot of kissing.

the thaw by dizzyondreams - “Yeah, well, at least you didn’t sacrifice your Saturday morning in bed to trek across the state to some bullshit wedding where I have to be your fake boyfriend.” Jean grumbled. God, saying it out loud like that made it seem even stupider than it was.

pulse to pulse by dizzyondreams - The smell of cigarette smoke made Jean stop short, and he peered down the stairwell to see what seemed like a lump of blankets sitting on the bottom step, his usual smoking place.

Frustration of Thunk by SkyChasingDreamer - Jean kept chopping and stacking, the pile growing higher one piece at a time. The sun and sweat made Jean’s skin shine and Eren loathed that. He had a special and particular hate for the hair sticking itself to Jean’s forehead, matted down with wetness that darkened the sandy brown color.

erejean fic collection by searwrites (sears)

Suck it up by souljacker - On a school night, Jean plays video games, and Eren is being his usual self. Sex ensues.

dead dreams and debauchery scenes by dizzyondreams - It’s 2am and Jean’s mind is ticking over with deadlines and thoughts of his future and a terrible rising panic about never falling asleep that night, again.

Arcadia by andreaphobia - Eren loses his way, then finds it again… with a little help.

the lowlight by searwrites (sears) - modern au where jean is a couple of years older than eren

Chronos by callmeabs - Four years ago, Eren hated Jean with everything he had, for everything Jean was, including how his own gut was telling him that Jean Kirstein was going to be a permanent problem (fixture) in his life.

A Taste for the Illegal by KuraraOkumura - Jean and Eren are pursued by the police after robbing a bank, and Jean tells Eren to hide in the backseat of their car while they wait for the police to pass. Eren wasn’t expecting the other boy to hide…right on top of him. Things get a little steamy after that. 

Love is Confusing and Life is Hard by kiwisaurus121 - Jean wakes up to find a stranger on his couch. He’s still not sure why he didn’t call the police, but at least he gets a kitten out of it.

EreJean Week 2014 by pandaspots

Eren x Jean Drabbles
by Chukabu00 - Random one-word inspired drabbles on the life of Eren and Jean. In no particular order. Contains some M-rated content from time to time, some married fluff, modern AU.

sun-drenched dream by dizzyondreams - Besides, he had a real nice thing going on with the cute son of a local winemaker that he didn’t want to sacrifice just yet.

Welcoming for Strangers by thanatopis - Eren Yeager and Jean Kirstein have known each other since high school and have very little good things to say about one another. So when Jean comes back from his trip abroad in France, old things are rehashed despite Eren not wanting them to be.

Heart-Shaped Glasses by Emery - “Everything should have been so much clearer now that Eren could see, but the fact of the matter was—it wasn’t. Jean’s face may have been distinct, but Eren’s feelings for him were still as blurry and muddled as they had always been.”

I’ll let you know that all this time I’ve been afraid by Ingi 

Like A Horse To Water by WolfNotFawn - The Jaegers had lived beside the Kirstein ranch for more than seven years now, but as far as Jean was concerned, Eren was no more than a thorn in his side. If you asked anybody else, they would tell you it was a little more complicated than that.

and you feel like the ocean by dizzyondreams - Jean’s car pulled up outside Eren’s house at 2am sharp, and by 2:30 Eren was pressing him against it for a welcome-back kiss. His skin was warm under his fingers, as if he was still holding lingering heat from the day.

daffodils by crunchrapsupreme - Jean learns that Eren’s favorite flower is a daffodil.

you got a black heart by seabear - Eren is a performer at the Shiganshina Horror Park. Jean is the strung-out costume/makeup artist who hates him. Maybe. Eren’s a little unsure about that last part.

cobwebs and storagerooms by Sexycanofsoup - Sometimes all it takes to get two angsty boys to crack is to lock 'em up in a dirty old room for a while. The big stupid homo crushes tend to reveal themselves without much effort after that. A story of cleaning, confessions, and awkward blushing boys who know how to use their fists better than their words.

cross country trek by supportingcharacters - Jean wakes up at 2am to Eren Jaeger in his car outside, beeping his horn and insisting that he wants to go to the beach. 

The Simple Things by supportingcharacters - Every Thursday, Eren goes to the same drive thru to pick up lunch. Even with the new asshole of a server, he won’t be deterred. Though maybe the new asshole of a server isn’t actually as bad as he thought.

As It Is by Chaeriee (cheshireree) - Eren, Jean and all the trouble that comes with them. A giant collection of old EreJean fics I have.

Stardust by Syene - He never meant to put himself in the spotlight like this, yet here he was. Eren Jaeger, nondescript New Yorker, college student and barista before all of this happened was now followed around by the paparazzi because he was seen with a Hollywood starlet apparently.

oh this town it’s so electric by dizzyondreams - The first time Jean saw Eren Jaeger, he was sweating and wearing glitter under the pulsing lights of some club in Stockholm. As he watched the strong line of his body move to the beat of the music, the hazy green lights flash across his face, Jean thought: he’s gonna be mine.

Nothing says 'I love you’ like a bunch of corpses by pandaspots - Jean is an FBI agent and someone has a killer crush on him. Literally. He has no idea how things got to this point, but he figures threatening the sicko he will do anything to see him cuffed and locked up has something to do with it.

a sleeping giant that you’ve woken by qaara (maladictive) - The world went to hell the day Jean Kirstein decided he gave a shit about Eren Jaeger’s emotional well-being.

Too Hot To Handle by mongoose_bite - Jean has recently joined MI6’s elite agents as 003 and he couldn’t be happier. His career is going places, his degree is paid for, his job is exciting, if somewhat dangerous, and his handler is the beautiful Mikasa, whom he will definitely certainly ask out soon. Until it isn’t. Until Mikasa is replaced by Eren, who Jean quickly decides is absolutely the last person he wants talking in his ear when he’s getting shot at.

you there, hiraeth by crunchrapsupreme - Jean says, “Come visit me.” Eren freezes, his fingers going still as he glances up, locking eyes with Jean’s through the screen. (…) “Um,” Eren says, scratching the back of his neck before smiling. “Okay.”

clear the runway, prepare for takeoff by Piyo13 - July 1948. Jean Kirstein, U.S. Airforce pilot, has been called back to Germany in the wake of WWII, in order to assist in the Berlin Airlift. Eren Jäger, West Berlin resident, has been helping unload cargo from British and American planes for almost a month, trying to keep the city of Berlin fed and warm. It’s grueling work for the both of them, but they make it work.

Seven Minutes in Heaven, Ninety Minutes in Hell by Armajesty (hinatella) - Eren is left with an even bigger one when a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven gets him trapped in a closet with his enemy-but-certainly-not-crush-because-ew Jean. 

Paper Kites by burlesquecomposer - When Eren Jaeger joined as a drummer for a small college indie rock band, he hardly expected it to develop into something more.

Creep by Variabile - Eren giving Jean a tattoo.

the jean wayne by crunchrapsupreme - The first time Jean’s faced with the elusive question, he’s seventeen and Eren’s sixteen, fresh with a new license and a shitty used car with beige leather seats that smell like smoke from the previous owner.

When We See the Sea by WhiteSilverandMercury - staring at eren is like staring into the sun, they say it blinds but men do it anyway; and jean is a young man who wears his heart on his sleeve but guards it with the spade ready to dig his own grave.

What We Will Find by jtjenna (pornographicpenguin) - a modern au in which very many slightly related and very goofy things occur.

Sleepy Eyes and Boney Knees by ilrei- A few drabbles for the Erejean2k16 prompts that I just put into the same universe. Doing the prompts: Music, monster, confession, similarities/differences and bath/shower.

unintentionally burnt pancakes by venator - Someone set fire to some pancakes once upon a time and it was all downhill from there.

pink lips, pink lace by dizzyondreams - “These aren’t mine you-” He turned just in time to see Eren wriggling into his slightly undersized trousers and caught a flash of something before he pulled them over his hips. Something lacy and distinctly pink. Jean’s words dried up in his mouth.

Doomed from the Start by Engineer104 - Eren found the documents entirely by accident. An Unwind AU.

“I like you, Jeanbo” by shulkie - City-slicker Jean Kirstein is forced to come back to the small town he spent one year in for a funeral and runs into hell-raiser Eren Jaeger, apprentice to the local mechanic.

Working Past It by tyrellis - No matter what Jean may say, it’s not Eren’s fault that this happened: he was just innocently searching for a working vending machine. Jean had the good voice, and sang in French, and seemed like an angel. Eren feels entirely justified in the disappointment he feels when he discovers Jean’s actually a massive dickhead.

Nights With You by NormieScum - Eren makes bad decisions and Jean is always there to help him clean up afterwards.

bound to fall for you by dizzyondreams - Later, on the bus back to their apartment, Eren went on a stoned rant about Jean’s profile that Armin patiently sat through with a quiet air of bemusement. Mikasa just stared out of the window and offered the occasional, “Believe me, he’s an ass.” to which Eren paid no attention. He officially had a new crush.

Magnolia lights by peralta - Jean enjoys his days working at the flower shop. He’s never had so much fun, though, as when a bright-eyed boy stops by every Friday asking for tulips.

To Win is to Lose by somethingintheireyes - “The first one to fall in love loses.” “Heh, you picked the wrong opponent Jaeger, you’re on. ”

god tier emo au by dizzyondreams - There was something odd about him, something that interested Eren when all that interested him anymore was drumming. The way the look in his eyes, the curve of his mouth, didn’t quite match up with the rest of him. First violin, some button-down rich boy, but Eren had found him beating the shit out of a guy in an alley. Blood dark against his shirt, and his eyes like flint behind the trail of Eren’s cigarette.

That’s it! I’ve read SO MANY lovely jeanere fics so I’m pretty sure I’m missing some but I think that for now this list is good :) I’ll be updating this whenever I read new awesome fics so yeah! stay tuned! You can find some more nice fics here !
last update: 26th May 2017

Do You Remember?

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Requested: Yes by @oh–well-whatever–nevermind

A/N: I loved writing this <3

Stiles: There’s a party tonight at Lydia’s, you want to come with me?

You stared at the text from your best friend, sighing in defeat as you quickly typed a reply, “No.” You knew what would happen if you went to the party with him, he’d spend the first ten minutes joking and laughing with you, then he’d see Malia at the other side of the room, shuffle nervously on his feet as he glanced from you to her and that’d make you roll yours eyes and tell him to ‘go on over to her’. He’d smile, pat you on the back and wander off for the rest of the night; leaving you by yourself.

That’s what it is like now a days, you left alone whilst he ran around with the werecoyote that rudely interrupted your five year plan. You made a plan when you were thirteen, a plan that would make Stiles Stilinski, your best friend, fall in love with you and it was working; god, it was working great until she entered his life. Maybe it was meant to be, maybe you were only meant to be best friends forever.

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INTERVIEW (MYG)

What is your favorite thing about your girlfriend?” 

yoongi: she has this look in her eyes–I don’t know how to explain it, but when she hears or sees something she really likes, her eyes light up and I feel like I can see Christmas in her eyes 

hoseok: hyung always has his weird look on his face when he looks at her, like all of a sudden he’s smiling 

jimin: like he’s looking at holly

yoongi: are you comparing my girlfriend to holly

(offscreen) JIMIN DID YOU CALL ME A DOG

taehyung: no he called u a bitch 

yoongi: are we done here 

i have so many headcanons about bendy and the ink machine. specifically what the cartoon was like

i like to think that boris was a wolf that was looked down by everybody because of how “stupid” he was. this is the olden days where mental illnesses weren’t recognized so much and the ones that were were viewed as dangerous. so once boris’ parents passed on nobody was really willing to be there with him. he has managed to get some work, but it doesn’t pay much. and he’s so very lonely. he just wants a friend. a best friend even! how great would that be? but nobody wants him around… 

then he came across a local church that was warning people about summoning demons. about how horrible it was the terrible cost to pay. but boris heard that when you summon a demon you can get anything as long as the proper price can be payed. boris doesn’t have much, but a best friend is priceless! somebody to have fun with and play board games and go to the movies and help comfort each other when they’re down. boris was willing to pay whatever terrible cost to get a best friend. 

it takes a long time, but after lots a research and some shady deals has everything he needs to summon a demon.., no, his new best friend!! he performs the ritual, citing the proper words when the candles around him go out despite there being no wind. a chill fills the air and the candles relit with black fire. a dark cloud starts building in the center of the circle and grows taller. boris briefly wonders if this was a good idea when POOF. the clouds disperse and there stands a short demon, his face is blank. then he blinks and glances around the room. he spots boris who has scooted back a few feet and looking a bit scared. the demon grins. he walks towards boris, closing the distance between them. boris is in too much shock to move. and then the demon sticks out his hand, still smiling but never speaking a word. after a couple seconds boris catches on and grabs the demons’ hand, allowing him to pull him up from the floor. 

once boris is up on his feet the demon starts shaking his hand and looks quite pleased. boris grins and shakes his hand back. after a few seconds the demon lets go and stands back a little, looking at boris expectantly. 

boris starts, “my name is boris! what’s yours?”

the demon lifts and waves his hand above his head. sparkly letters appear spelling out ‘bendy’. 

“that’s a nice name! so, um, i was wondering if you could help me?”

bendy nods, smiling a bit wider

“could you be, um, sorry if this is silly, but will you be my best friend?”

bendy’s smile drops and he blinks a couple of times. he’s never heard of such a strange request before, but then his smile returns full force and he nods again enthusiastically. this could be fun

boris is beside himself with happiness. he’s got a new best friend!! how exciting! he tries to hug his new friend, but bendy steps back out of reach. boris is a bit confused. bendy twirls his hand in a circle looking at boris like hes expecting more. boris remembered that one important detail.

“oh! um, well, what do you want in return?”

bendy smile widens. this stupid wolf just gave him free reign over what he could ask for. he could ask for his soul and then drag him back to hell. or ask for him to gather people so he could take their souls and take them back to hell. …but it has been a long time since he has been in the living world. he doesn’t want to leave so quickly. 

while bendy thinks his face takes on an expression of deep thought. boris starts thinking about the things he could probably give up. his home? would living on the streets be worth it? umm, lets just look over all the other options first. his life? ehh… his senses? sight or hearing? taste? would those be good? …what could a demon do with a sense of taste? no, it should be something useful. his job? well, uh….maybe. then boris was struck with a thought

“at the bakery i work at,“ bendy glances up, “we make lots of desserts and the workers are allowed to take home a couple after work. i could give those to you? would that be enough?”

bendy blinks and thinks it over. he’s always loved human food, especially sweets. but that doesn’t cut it for all the boris is asking for-

“and i suppose i could let you stay at my house, and provide meals?”

that’s better. not only would he be gifted meals, but he has been given permission to stay in the living world. for all that’s provided its just barely enough, but hey, boris didn’t state that he had to be a good best friend now did he?

bendy looks at boris and grins while nodding. boris has got that look on his face again that looks like he’d explode with excitement. he holds out his hand.

“so its a deal?”

bendy grabs his hand and shakes. boris feels a weird sensation creep through his hand and into his entire body. he suppresses a shiver as he feels the weirdness settle in his chest. the candles light shifts from black to yellow and the air loses its chill. boris blinks at the sudden shift, but then smiles widely and gathers bendy up into a hug. bendy’s smile looks strained, but he allows it. 

and then over the course of the cartoon you see all the wacky adventures they go through, mainly spurred by bendy’s trickster nature. and then as they spend more and more time together bendy behavior starts to shift. you dont spend several months with an oblivious wolf who is kind to a fault without something changing. 

the tricks he pulls on boris start becoming less harsh and he starts pulling pranks on the people who hurt boris. they get mad at him and say that he should keep that thing under check. boris gets really mad at that comment and says that bendy is just having fun and they shouldnt be so cruel. and they keep arguing and of course bendy hears it all. he’s never heard boris so angry before and at that moment he realizes just how much he means to boris. he vows to pull even more tricks against those nasty jerks. 

and more episodes pass as bendy keeps up his promise to himself until an episode called, “boris is missing” happens. obviously, boris is missing leaving bendy quite confused. he’s not in the house anywhere and although its boris’ day off bendy checks his work too. he’s not there either. bendy tries not to worry about it, but then he remember those jerks who would hurt boris and he wonders if maybe they took things too far and he’s hurt somewhere. so he went to the hospital to check, but they say they dont have him. he’s starting to panic at this point, because boris is always around with bendy and for him to just disappear like this… something must be wrong. 

he checks all the alleyways. nothing. he checks the stores. nothing. the park, the library, the entire town. nothing. bendy just feels straight panic. has he been kidnapped? is he trapped in somebodies cellar? is he in some trunk of a car heading out of town? aaaaaaah, calm down, uhh, maybe there are some clues at the house he missed? a note stating where he went? bendy runs back to his house. he opens the door and

BOO

bendy silently screams and falls back. he looks up and boris is standing above him. he had a wide smile on his face which dropped into deep concern once he saw bendy’s face. he immediately starts apologizing and saying he didn’t mean to startle him so much, bendy pulled lots of pranks so he thought he’d prank him too. it was stupid he shouldn’t have done that, he didn’t think bendy would get so scared from a boo. 

boris is kneeling by bendy as he keeps saying sorry and bendy’s expression is blank as he tries to understand everything. after about half a minute it clicks and bendy starts shaking. boris becomes even more worried cause oh my gosh, i just ruined this friendship and he’s shaking in anger and why did i think this was a good idea? but then bendy tilts his head back and he’s laughing so hard that tears are streaming down his face. and now boris is the one who’s confused. he isn’t sure what to do when bendy wraps his arms around him and he realizes with shock that for the first time bendy is hugging him. he gladly hugs back. 

and in the episodes after that bendy hugs boris a lot more often and becomes more touchy-feely in general. he still pulls a few pranks on boris, but they’re incredibly mild. like when he pies boris in the face but boris is happy saying that its his favorite flavor. and when anybody tries to hurt boris like before for some ‘strange’ reason something horrible happens to that person. such as when mr. tiller called boris a useless moron and somehow a piano landed on his head. people learned quickly to stop harassing boris. 

and the show goes on like that with bendy and boris being best friends and getting into shenanigans. 

so now bendy wouldnt trade boris for anybody in the world. and he’d get awfully mad if, say, boris had his chest ripped open. oh, he’d want to hurt whoever did that to his best friend in the worst way possible. 

The Mirage Heist  // Thief!Shawn AU // Part 1

Summary: Shawn is a criminal mastermind and you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time….or was it the right place at the right time?

“This just in, breaking news involving a major bank robbery in downtown today. Officials report over five hundred thousand dollars was stolen from the Mid City Bank only moments ago. Reports indicate that the culprits are on the loose and police are looking for any information on who these criminals are. They were seen pulling up to the bank in a black sedan and entering the building through the front entrance.” The news feed switches from Kelly Knight- the news reporter on duty- to a video from a phone camera within the bank.

“We just got this exclusive footage in the studio. It appears there were four or more men involved. Again, police are asking for any information you might have.” The camera zooms in on a guy with no mask on, only sunglasses and his hood.

The new feed switches to an aerial view of the bank from the News 1 helicopter. A male voice comes over the feed. “It appears the men who entered the bank have just vanished with the money. Authorities seem to be having trouble finding out just how the four men got away. It looks like the state authorities have arrived to assess the situation. More as this story unfolds, back to you Kelly.”

“In light of this situation, reports that no one was injured during the robbery have come in. Officials say the security alarm was hit sometime after the culprits were already inside the bank. No reports as to why it was not hit sooner. We will be back as updates come in. This is Kelly Knight for News 1.”

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Headcanon #40- Laughter

Everyone has heard Hinata laugh and adores the sound, however when Kageyama laughs for the first time (wholeheartedly), the team teases him about it. It is airy and light, and maybe—not that Kageyama would admit it—there was a snort in there somewhere.

When Tsukishima makes a joke about it and causes Kageyama to feel embarrassed, the setter realizes that Hinata has been awfully silent. He turns to see Hinata’s reaction, expecting some teasing or a joke about his weird laugh, but Hinata looks completely smitten: red faced and wide eyed.

Kageyama calls his name, but Hinata just walks up to him and places his hands on his cheeks, eyes shining.

“Do it again!”

got7 if they were in kintergarden

jinyoung: the neat kid

- color coordinates his crayons and colored paper

- dresses like a little man

- gets in trouble for talking about other kids

- usually remains to himself

- mischievous

- is on a 4th grade reading level

- straight A’s

jackson: the little clown

- always cracking jokes during recess

- flirts with the boys more than he does the girls

- “my mom said that pop tarts aren’t healthy or organic, so I won’t eat them”

- shares everything

- constantly bothering his neighbors during nap time

- drinks only organic 100% natural apple juice

- has all the friends in the world

bambam: the weird kid

- takes out his Nintendo and plays it at random times

- shows off his Pokémon cards

- is the only kid with glasses in his class

- always wears plaid shirts for some reason

- gets excited for lunch

- has light up Spider-Man sneakers

- has like 2 friends

youngjae: the happy boy

- always comes to school with a smile on his faces

- usually brags about his dogs to his friends

- his mom packs his lunch

- wears bright colors everyday

- teacher’s pet

- has pretty good grades

- sings the best in music class

yugyeom: the show off

- brags about his dancing skills

- “look at what I can do!”

- steals the girls heart

- easily embarrassed

- really tall to be like 5

- has his front tooth missing

- cry baby

mark: the quiet one

- stays to himself all the time

- always has a straight face

- doesn’t like sharing much

- “leave me alone”

- looks scared

- just wants to go home

- doesn’t like doing the work either

jaebum: the young old dad

- is mature for his age

- avid reader

- calls other kids “children”

- a little gentleman

- “get your own pencils!”

- makes group projects boring

New Family

Request: probably

request: the reader is a vigilante by herself before she finds out her father is Bruce Wayne and then when she does he takes her in but she’s very distant because she feels unwelcomed by the family especially Jason she then gets hurt and Jason admits his feelings for her.

A/n: I deleted this a while ago and I just saw so I'm posting it again!

word count: 1,371

warnings: anger, getting shot, blood, idk

y/h/n= your hero name

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the absurd possibility of alien abduction

For the “alien abduction” square on my hurt/comfort bingo card. Thanks to the anon who suggested Damian getting abducted after a fight with his father and Tim coming to his rescue.

Summary: He thinks it’s probably too much to hope that he’ll wake back up in his bed and this will have all been nothing but a strange dream.

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Damian has been hit with fear gas enough times to know he’s not completely fearless, but he’s proud to say there is a very short list of things that scare him. Waking up dizzy and disorientated, surrounded by bright lights? Ha, basically a monthly occurrence. Trying to move and finding himself restrained from ankles to head? Pfft, he would expect nothing less from any abductor who recognises the R insignia. The creepy, inhuman faces that drift in and out of his field of vision? Weird, but not the worst he’s ever faced with all the gimmicky villains in Gotham.

Knowing that nobody is coming for him because nobody will realise he’s missing? That sends a small shard of fright through his heart. The restraints are tight, whatever they drugged him with seems to have paralysed his muscles, he has no idea where he is or who has taken him. This is a situation he’s not sure he can get out of on his own.

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 16 Devastated

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1250 Words

Chapter Summary: After Jensen sees you with Brad, the two of you have a confrontation in your make up trailer.

Story Summary:  You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost


“Jensen! I’m so glad you’re here. When you didn’t show up I was worried!” You exclaimed, rushing inside to hug him, but he sat down quickly in your make up chair, startling you. Standing there awkwardly for a moment, you went to work, getting his make up ready. “Hopefully your morning hasn’t been too hectic so far.” You babbled, needing to feel the empty void, to keep yourself occupied from thoughts of the weird cold shoulder and Brad’s arrival.

“It’s been weird.” He answered, as if he was choosing his words carefully. You turned to face him, fully noticing his clenched jaw, and narrowed eyes. Grabbing a chair, you pulled it over to him in the tight space, sitting down in front of him.To keep you occupied, you began applying his makeup, as you spoke.

“It has been weird. If I could start this day all over I would. But enough about my problems, let’s talk about yours. Spill. We have half an hour until we need to get you ready to head to set, and your make up is light today.” You told him, reaching out to grasp his hand, but he pulled it back, then made it seem as if it wasn’t on purpose. But it still hurt, especially after seeing Brad for the first time in a while.

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Weirder Things (Part 2)

This is part two to Weirder Things.

Please read part one here.

On the little screen, the camera zoomed in closer on your face, particularly on your beautiful smile.

Mike scooted closer to Eleven.

“N-no, this is Y/N,” Mike raised his eyebrows, “she’s our friend, and she’s missing, understand?” Mike watched the pain reflect of off Eleven’s face. She tried to wipe the tears from her red stained cheeks, but they streamed continuously.

“Why’d she say ten?” Will questioned, leaning towards Lucas and Dustin.

“Is Y/N ten years old?” Dustin gasped.

Lucas lightly thumped Dustin on the back of his head. “Oh course she’s not ten!”

“Well if you have a better explanation as to why Eleven is crying over a little video, please say something!” Dustin snapped, gesturing at the crying girl.

“Can you both please shut up? I seriously think somethings wrong,” Mike said.

“Yeah, something is wrong! Y/N is missing, and Eleven won’t help!” Lucas sneered.

“That’s not what I meant, Lucas.” Mike rolled his eyes, and turned back towards Eleven.

“Can you tell us what you mean? We’re really worried about our friend,” Mike said softly.

Eleven parted her lips, and mumbled something unclear under her breath.

“What?” Mike furrowed his eyebrows. “Please, if you know where she is, you have to tell us.”

Mike’s heart thumped violently in his chest, echoing in his ears.

“No,” Eleven whispered.

Lucas, Dustin, and Will groaned upsettingly. Mike felt the little hope he had leave his spirit, and he rested his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry,” Eleven said, looking away from the screen.

“It’s okay. It was a lot to ask of you,” Will reasoned.

“Well, we have to go look for her.” Lucas glanced at the others.

Mike nodded in agreement, and pushed himself off the floor. Eleven waited by the door patiently as the boys gathered their bags and flashlights.

The party rode on their bikes in silence. Eleven wrapped her arms around Mike’s waist, and rested her head against his back. They both thought of you. A few tears still slipped from her eyes, but she did not bother with wiping them anymore.

Minutes later, Mikes bicycle came to an abrupt stop.

“T-This is it,” Mike stammered, “This is where Y/N was last seen.”

Everyone stepped off of their bikes, and eased towards the dark woods in front of them. From were they stood, the woods looked everlasting. Eleven trembled lightly, her palms sweating nervously.

“Let’s go,” Dustin said.

Hours went by, and the party continued walking through the darkness, occasionally shining their flashlights around. Dustin and Mike walked together up front, leading the way. Lucas and Will walked next to each other, and Eleven lingered alone behind them.

“Y/N!” Mike yelled, “Y/N! It’s us!”

Mike looked around for anything, and listened for everything. Not a sound could be heard.

He wondered if this was pointless, but he refused to give up.

“Hey,” Will whispered to Lucas, “what do you think Eleven meant by saying ten?”

“I don’t know,” Lucas sighed, “but she isn’t helping. Probably just her weird flashbacks or something.”

“Flashbacks?” Will repeated. He looked up at Lucas, his hair shifting to the side.

“Yeah,” Lucas shrugged, “I don’t know. She always says weird things when she has those. It’s was probably just a flashback from the lab.”

Will nodded, glancing around at the trees. He knew Eleven had flashbacks, but he wondered why she had one while watching the video.

Suddenly, Will froze in his footsteps. His eyes grew big with shock.

“Will? What’s wrong?” Lucas turned around, and flashed his light on Will.

“I-I think,” Will stammered, “We…W-We might be looking at this wrong!” He turned, and faced Eleven. He stared at her nervously.

“Guys!” Mike interrupted.

“Come look!” Dustin yelled after him.

Lucas, Will, and Eleven jogged up to them quickly.

“What?” Lucas squatted down next to the two boys.

Mike shined his flashlight on something that appeared red. He reached down with a shaky hand, and pulled it out from underneath a fallen tree branch.

Covered in dirt and holes, Mike held your favorite flannel up in the air.

“Oh my god,” Mike gasped.

Mike hugged it closely to his chest, feeling the material you loved to wrap around your body. Last month, Mike bought you that flannel. He saved up his own money, and Lucas pitched in with his work earned money. When you unwrapped the present, you flashed a new smile that Mike had never seen before. It was the same smile that Eleven cried over in the video.

“Holy shit!” Dustin snatched the flannel from Mike, and examined it.

“Wait, what is that?” Lucas pointed towards a dark red stain on the sleeve of your flannel.

Mike’s head pounded fearfully.

“Don’t tell me that’s-“

A sudden noise in the woods startled the group. Branches and leaves crunched, increasing in sound with every passing second.

“Y/N?” Mike called out, flashing his light in the direction of the sound.

The noises grew louder. Sweat started to pour from Eleven’s forehead and palms. Everyone huddled together behind Mike’s flashlight, holding one another closely. Against the trees, a shadow appeared in the distance. It increased in size with every passing second, whatever it was started coming closer to them.

Trembling, Will lifted a finger. “Does a-anyone see that?”

The shadow formed a terrifying shape. Low groaning crackled from it. Lucas’s breath hitched in his throat, his eyes widening at the horror.

Mike squinted his eyes, leaning forward.

“What is that?”

“I-I think w-we shou-should leave,” Dustin whispered.

Slowly, Mike and Dustin rose from the ground, eyes glued forward. Will stepped in front of Lucas, his entire body shaking in every move he made.

“Will? What the hell are you doing?” Dustin tugged on Will, but he did not budge.

“Will!”

“Will get back here!”

Will ignored the pleas of his friends. As he stepped closer to the mysterious thing, it shrieked louder, and the shadow came closer.

In one sudden second, it leaned out from behind the trees. His friends screamed, and it growled. Will gasped at the gigantic monstrous animal in front of him.

Lucas and Dustin grabbed each other, and crashed into Mike, who tried to flee with Eleven.

“WILL!”

Mike reached out for Will’s hand, and touched him for a second, before he was ripped away from him.

“Will? Where are you?” Mike screamed, his own voice ringing in his ears.

Lucas gripped the back of Mike’s shirt, and pulled him along. Mike tripped over his own feet, attempting to keep up with his friends. He figured that Dustin grabbed Will when Lucas grabbed him, but when he saw Dustin holding nothing except his flashlight, his entire body went numb.

and here i am, there you go again (again)

goSH and here we are at chapter 3 of drama club AU! part 1 and part 2 are linked as follows!! i just wanna thank you all again for loving drama club AU and any feedback/thoughts/questions are very much appreciated and craved!! warning there might be a Cliffhanger in this chapter (depending on what you consider a cliffhanger)

JAKE’S COUCH, 1504 HOURS, JAKE AND AMY’S SECRET KISSING PRACTICE SESSION (2)

“Okay, so I’ve locked my room to make sure we don’t go in there,” Jake declares, with an air of pride that makes it seem like he just did something world-changing, ground-breaking, kick-you-in-the-crotch fantastic, when all he did was turn a key.

“Is there really a need for that?” Amy asks as she settles down on the couch with a noticeably larger bag of homework. “We’ve already agreed on not going inside, it’ll be fine.”

Jake tuts at Amy disapprovingly. “Oh, Amy, Amy, Amy. Don’t you know that if you tempt temptation, temptation will tempt you?

“What-” Amy scoffs, because Jake is the most ridiculous person in the whole wide world. “That makes no sense!”

“Neither do most fancy quotes! Anyway, locking the door to my room is the first precaution we’re taking, case closed, Jake also closed.”

Amy wants to debate the logic behind his words, but chooses to inhale as deeply as she possibly can instead, because arguing with Jake is like bringing a toy knife to a gunfight– something one shouldn’t even begin to consider doing.

“Okay, Jake. Thank you for locking your door. As for me, I brought more home-”

Boooooooooo!” Jake jeers, proceeding to stick his tongue out and point his thumbs down.

She rolls her eyes. “Okay, asshole. How’s locking the door so much better than bringing more homework? Doing homework can help distract us from… whatever happened last time.”

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I’ll Drink To That

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol *drink responsibly people*, cussing and fluff (if you wanna call it that?)

Word Count: 1077

Prompts: “Did you spike the hot chocolate?” & “What? You don’t like eggnog?” 

A/N: Jess, @caplansteverogers thank you for letting me do your christmas challenge. Also Merry *late* Christmas and Happy Holidays. If you want to be tagged let me know and feedback is appreciated! Please don’t mind any mistakes, I skimmed through this sooo. Hope you enjoy!

Tags: @carabarnes13 @amour-quinn @photography-to-all

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Ahh the holidays the best time of the year. No work, no problems causing a ruckus. You were sitting on the couch in the living room of the Avengers Tower. Scrolling through Tumblr on your phone because why the fuck not. You were looking for holiday related posts and looking for ideas on how to decorate the tower with Wanda and Natasha. As you were aimlessly scrolling you hear the elevator ding and voices entering the room. Looking behind, you see Bucky and Sam walking into the kitchen. You had asked them to buy groceries so you, Wanda and Vision can prepare a holiday feast for everyone.

“Hey guys!” you yelled happily. “Did you get what I asked for?” asking as you got up from your seat and began walking to the kitchen.

“Yup and more.” Bucky said. You hopped up on the counter top and sat there looking at Sam holding eggnog. You made a disgusted face.

“What? You don’t like eggnog?” Sam asked.

“No it has a weird taste to it.” you replied and looked at Bucky. He smiled and kissed your forehead.

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As a kid, Dex thinks it’s all gross. The idea of kissing someone is disgusting. His mom just laughs when he mentions it, and tells him he’ll change his mind when he’s older, especially when he meets his soulmate.

Dex isn’t so sure.

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Arranged Affairs

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4

AU: Royalty (arranged marriage), modern

Pairings: Gilbert du Motier x Reader, eventual Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

Word Count: 3700+ (…wow)

Tags: @a-schuylerr, @spilledkauffie, @willieverbesatisfied, @missmrene, @chateaudebelle, @akigskarth @lastfallenstar, @hello-fanfiction-goodbye-grades, @flourish-et-blotts, @brynnjaminthings, @silveryink, @tallish-hobbit, @life-inside-the-tardis, @librarychild, @bear-num-mom, @hamilton80846, @superwholocksociopath474, @psycho-b1tch, @turtlenecks-coffee, @whovianayesha

A/N: This chapter was a doozy. Shout out to @spilledkauffie for being awesome and letting me it wasn’t actually the jumbled mess I thought it was. Please, come scream at me about this chapter :) Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Ma princesse: my princess

Mon nounours: my teddy bear

Mon destin: my destiny

Ma belle princesse: My beautiful princess

Je veux etre avec toi: I want to be with you

T/W: Some fluff. Brief mentions of nightmares. KISSING??? Light snark. Angst. Oh, did I forget to mention? ANGST.


Riding horses with Gilbert was amazing; he’d been the perfect gentleman while he was with you - it had been quite a while since you’d been able to ride your horse as just a leisurely activity. He had only teased you a little as helped you into the saddle, calming your nerves when your horse got a little skittish. When he effortless hiked himself into his own saddle, you breath caught in your throat. His movements were smooth and powerful, and you found yourself light of breath at the thought of it.

As you trotted through the countryside, Gilbert told you more details about himself and the kingdom; his stories of his time as a young boy learning to become a proper prince delighted you.

“I was a terrible child,” He confessed, embarrassed. “I wanted to be a normal child, play with my toy sword and run along the countryside.” He was quiet for a moment, and you listened intently for his next words. “I jumped to many conclusions as a teenager, because I was so arrogant and moody. I never listened to the other person when I needed to.”

You had stopped at an opening to a small lake and Gilbert gently helped you dismount from your horse. “What made you listen to me?” You asked quietly, once you found your balance again.

Gilbert pushed a strand of hair away from your face. Your hair was windblown and your cheeks still flushed with laughter from one of his previous stories. “I’ve met many girls that my father wanted me to court,” He began softly. “Even when I tried to ignore you, I was still captivated by you. The other girls- you are not like them. You’re kind, and were not afraid to put me in my place at dinner. I admire that.”

After spending the entire day with him riding throughout the countryside, you realized you felt comfortable being around him. He had stayed close to you the entire time, smiling at you and giving a gentle, leading hand on your lower back. His sudden shows of affection towards you made you blush happily. You felt your feelings for him start to grow.

However, there had been a few moments throughout the day where he thought you weren’t looking, but you caught an anxious look overtaking his features. He would start fidgeting and frowning, and in all honesty it made you nervous when you caught him doing it. In an effort to preserve your good mood and contentment, you didn’t say anything about it.


Over the course of two weeks, you and Gilbert grow very close; your relationship isn’t quite romantic, but you both become very affectionate with the other, so in your mind, it’s only a matter of time before he makes a move to take things to the next level.

To your pleasant surprise, Gilbert becomes very protective of you, especially when he bursts into your room after you have a nightmare. They’ve been a recurring issue since you arrived.

“Gilbert?! What the hell are you doing in here?!” You hissed, clutching your chest and sitting up in bed. Your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest. “I swear, you almost gave me a heart attack!” You blushed as you realized he was seeing you in your nightwear, but fear was beginning to overwhelm as you realized he shouldn’t have been able to get passed the guards at your door.

Gilbert held his hands up in a placating manner. “Ma princesse. I’ve heard you shouting, and just wanted to make sure you are okay.” He sits down next to you on the bed and looks at you intently. “I was worried, and could not contain myself thinking you were not okay.”

You throw yourself into his arms, hiccuping slightly. “Gilbert,” You cried quietly. His arms came around you and gently pulled you into his lap. “I was so scared. People were rushing all around me, and pushing, and I didn’t even know what was going on at first. There was a man, with a knife -” He shushed you, softly stroking your hair and tucking your face to his neck. You cried quietly at the fear you still felt from the nightmare.

“I’m here, (Y/N). When I’m with you, you’ll always be safe.” His promise warms you, and it makes the fear unfurl from its tight grip around your heart.


You consider your time spent alone with Gilbert as courting dates, yet you find that Hercules has accompanied the two of you on quite a few of them.

“Is that alright?” Gilbert had asked, pulling you aside before you departed for an afternoon picnic. The weather was temperate, and you were looking forward to spending the day with him before he departed for his royal duties. Hercules had shown up at the last second, looking stunning as usual, flawless clothing adorning his body. It was frustrating how good he looked, standing next to Gilbert.

To anyone else, he would intimidate them with the confident way he held himself, but to you, who other dates with accompanying you and Gilbert - you could tell Hercules was nervous. He was dressed well, and the soft smiles and bashful eye contact he sent you was endearing. He looked very handsome.

“It’s fine, I guess.”

Gilbert looked unconvinced, and you tried to give him a reassuring smile. “Are you absolutely sure, (Y/N)?”

No! You wanted to yell. His appealing figure was distracting you from the man you were getting married to. Instead you nodded. “Of course I’m sure, Gilbert. It’s always nice to bring a friend along on a date.” Your sarcasm was apparently lost on him as he turned to beam at Hercules.

The weather was perfect and the food was exquisite, but the atmosphere between the three of you was awkward. You were unsure of how to proceed in this situation. Gilbert was stretched out on his side next to you, casually picking at the food.

“So, (Y/N). I hear Gil has been giving you private tours of the countryside,” Hercules said. He popped a grape in his mouth, looking at you curiously.

You nodded. “Yes, it’s absolutely gorgeous. This kingdom has some of the most gorgeous scenery I’ve had the pleasure to come across.” You stretched your legs out, trying to get Gilbert’s attention, but he wasn’t paying attention. His eyes were trained on Hercules as he took a bite out of an apple.

“I’m so glad you’ve gotten a chance to explore more of the grounds - there are some hidden gems around here,” Hercules said. His voice was deep and soft with contentment. Suddenly, he perked up. “You’ve ridden the horses, then?”

“Oui,” Gilbert interrupted, not even sparing a glance at you. “We’ve been out a couple times early in the afternoon. The rides are quite tiring, as you may remember, mon nounours.”

You whip your head around and narrow your eyes at Gilbert as he leans over to whisper something to Hercules. He chuckles softly and quickly pushes Gilbert off him. “Seriously, Gilbert. Don’t you have any manners? Your date is laying right across from us and you’re whispering in my ear?”

Gilbert looks properly chastised. “Sorry, ma princesse.”

You give a small smile but say nothing.

Hercules takes his leave soon after, and you’re finally alone with Gilbert. The weird, anxious behavior you’d observed from over the past couple weeks hasn’t been present all day. He seemed happy. He has a such a strong, dominating presence that you can’t help but feel safe and comforted when you’re with him.

The sun is setting below the hills, and it’s dying light illuminates Gilbert’s face perfectly. The contour in his cheeks and shading near his jawline makes him look like something out of a painting - his presence is utterly alluring. He beams at you over a glass of wine and your heart flutters with excitement.


It’s after a lovely, candle lit dinner - alone - with Gilbert that you decide to properly confess your feelings for him. The two of you finish your dessert when you bring it up.

“It’s just- I know that this r-relationship was unexepected, and we got off to a bad start when you first met me -” You paused for a moment, a rush of emotion overtaking you, “- and it’s only been a couple weeks of us bonding and getting to know each other…” You trailed off, suddenly unsure of yourself.

Gilbert got up from his chair moved to kneel down next to you. “I’m listening.” He smiled up at you, gently taking your hand in his. Your skin tingles at the innocent contact. “Go on, (Y/N).”

“I love being around you,” You confess demurely. “I love being able to talk to you, and ride horses with you through the countryside. I was so worried when I first arrived that I would be miserable.” You didn’t realize there are tears in your eyes until Gilbert wipes them away. “You’re kind and caring. Whenever I’m with you I feel safe. Y-You make me feel safe.” You make eye contact with him. “I trust you, and I… care about you a lot. You’re the prince I’ve always dreamed of.”

Gilbert stands and pulls you into a hug, whirling you through air. He laughs with such delight that you can’t even imagine his cold glares you’d received only a month ago.

“Oh, mon destin. Ma belle princesse, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that. I truly am,” He grinned down at you, still enveloping you in his arms. You were intensely aware of how close the two of you were. He brushed your cheeks with his thumbs and smiled tenderly at you. “I regret every moment I was ever even slightly rude to you, (Y/N).  That evening you yelled at me in the dining hall, when you put me in my place?” You blushed, remembering the scene you’d made. “I was entranced by you. You were right to say what you did - I made a fool out of myself by scorning you. It’s not something I plan to do again. Je veux etre avec toi.”

He takes your face in his hands and before you can protest at his boldness, gently kisses you on the lips. Your eyes widen in surprise and you grab the lapels of his jacket as he slides a hand down to your lower back. His tongue traces along your lips and you gasp, letting him lick into your mouth. Pulling you closer to his body, he cradles your jawline with one hand as he peppers feather light kisses down your neck, pulling a small whine from your throat. He grins against the corner of your jaw and sucks a small kiss there before pulling back to grin smugly at you. He chuckles at your stunned look and kisses you on the forehead before taking a small step back.

The words he teased you with the night after your first visit to the tailor’s echo in your head: Moi? Submissive? I don’t think so, mon destin. You’ll find that I am quite the opposite of submissive. No kidding. His display of dominance over you left you breathless.

“I- uhh, I think that Martha is expecting me soon,” You dazedly motion towards the door to the hall. Shyly, you take a step back - your lips are tingling and your neck is on fire from where he left a trail of kisses. You find it impossible to tamper your giddy smile as you make your way over to the door.

All at once, Gilbert grabs your hand and slips out the door, rushing down the hallway. “Gilbert! I- I can’t just be running around the castle with you at night! People will talk!” His grip on your hand only tightened as he lead you farther into the residential quarters. Face burning, you realized where exactly he was taking you.

“‘People will talk’? Let them talk, then!” He said loudly, making you laugh nervously. “We’re to be married soon, and -” His voice cracks slightly, “- and there’s something that I need to show you.”

You walk to a large door at the end of the corridor which you can only assume is Gilbert’s private living quarters. Two guards stand outside the door, eyeing the two of you.

“Gilbert,” You being nervously, “I don’t- I’ve never really done this- I don’t know if I can -”

He turns to you, quickly pulling you out of earshot of the guards. He has almost a frantic look in his eyes, and he quickly cups your face in his hands, trying to to calm you. “No, no, no! I suppose I didn’t go about this the best way- I did not mean to make you think I lured you here for certain forms of… love-making.” He steps closer to you as he says it.

Your lower your eyes, still ashamed that you had jumped to such an intimate conclusion. “I didn’t mean to make assumptions, but -”

“No, I understand,” Gilbert swipes a thumb across your bottom lip, gazing at you. “I will not lie and say I haven’t imagined having you spread out underneath me. You enchant me in more ways than one, but…”

“But what?”

He pulls you closer to his chamber doors. “There’s something you need to know about me. It is very important to me, a-and I want you to know about it.” His voice is strained, as if he’s incredibly nervous.

One of the guards try to stop the both of you before you enter his chambers. “My prince, I feel as if I should warn you -”

But Gilbert is pushing past him and pulling you through the door, ignoring the guard. “She’s allowed to be here. Now please, mind your post.”

You catch a glimpse of the guard’s face, slightly alarmed to see him with panicked face. “No, Prince Gilbert! Your friends are in -!” The door closes before you could hear the end of what he was trying to say. You’re too nervous to question his panicked look, and Gilbert seems so distracted he wasn’t even paying attention.

As you walk further into Gilbert’s chambers you realize how spacious everything is - you realize this is where you’ll be sleeping in less than a month. The thought makes you blush in excitement. There’s a sitting room with a large window that has a view of the countryside.

“There are some, uh, people in my life that are very important to me.” Gilbert begins. He looks nervous and he meet your eyes.

You bring a hand to his cheek, softly direct his face so you can look in his eyes. “I know, Gilbert. You’re such a good man. You treat your friends so well. I see how you act with Hercules, and it’s so - endearing.” You can’t quite think of a word to describe how you feel about how they act around each other.

Gilbert stares at you, mirroring your actions and placing one of his large hands on your cheek. “Je t’adore.” Despite his affectionate behavior, he looks incredibly conflicted - there’s a small frown set on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

Instead of answering, he leads you to his bedroom, throwing open the door. The room is aesthetically pleasing, the walls painted a dark blue with lighter blue accents. A huge bed was centered against the back wall.

What you weren’t expecting to see was two shirtless guys making out on the bed.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” You cried, turning away from the two of them, starting to freak out. “Gilbert, what’s going on?” You can’t even look at them because they don’t have any clothes on. It wasn’t proper for a lady to see someone who they weren’t betrothed to in such a rique state. Your head was spinning and you were incredibly confused. “I- Maybe I should just -”

Suddenly, Hercules walks out of the ensuite bathroom, clad in nothing but underwear. He does a double take upon seeing you and Gilbert standing there. “What- Gil? Princess (Y/N)!” He looks shocked. Looking over at the two men on the bed, he snaps, “Get off of each other! Christ. Look who’s here, put a fucking shirt on!”

The man on top rolled off and casually layed back on the bed. He had shoulder length brown hair and piercing green eyes. Your breath hitched when he caught you looking and quickly you trained your eyes on a point behind the headboard. You felt sick to your stomach. There were three extremely attractive, shirtless men engaging in - activities - on what was supposed to be your marriage bed. All of Gilbert’s sporatic, anxious behavior that happened whenever you mentioned Hercules or his friend now made sense.

You yanked your hand out of Gilbert’s grip and stepped away from him. “Who are these people?”

Ma princesse -” He tried tried nervously, but you were furious.

“Stop!” You yelled. Your voice cracked a little bit and you forced yourself to stand up a little taller. “Don’t call me that. Tell me who they are.”

“Don’t yell at him, princess.” The one with shoulder length hair got off the bed, standing up to his full height. He was maybe less than an inch shorter than you, with lithe muscles lining his arms and torso. He looked at you distastefully. “I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service, ma’am.”

“What are you doing?” You asked forcefully. “Why are you in here?”

Hercules moved into the room so he sat on the bed in front of you and Gilbert. “Alright, let’s just - let’s take a deep breath.” Alex snorts, laying back down on the bed. He brought his arm around the other man, kissing at his neck.

“Alex, that’s enough!” Gilbert suddenly barked. “Sit up on the bed. Both of you.” He turned to face you, trying to take your hand again, but you pulled it to your chest, taking another step away from him. His hand falls back to his side, twitching slightly. “You already know Hercules. The loud rude one, that is Alexander. He’s the personal secretary to my father. He is sweet, if not a little…territorial. And last but certainly not least, John Laurens. He is the son of one of the nobles on the High Court.” Even through his nervousness, he looks at all of them with adoration - the same kind of look he was giving you at dinner. It hurt you to see this.

“You still didn’t answer me,” You say lowly. “Who are they?”

He swallows. “My lovers.”

“Your - lovers?” Your voice cracks a little bit and you close your eyes. “What?” Don’t cry. Deep breaths. “All of them?”

“Yes, all of us,” Alexander says meanly. His legs are spread and the sight of it makes you uncomfortable. You take another step closer to the door. “John, Hercules, Gilbert, and I. We’re all in a polyamorous relationship. We’ve been together for months - long before the announcement of Gil’s engagement came along. We were happy. Now? Not so much.”

“Alex,” Hercules said warningly.

“What? It’s true,” Alex continues. “We’re happy the way the way we are. Gil waited too long to tell her. He didn’t even want to speak to her, he’s only doing it now out of guilt.”

You looked at Gilbert, who averts his eyes. He hasn’t said a word.

You drop into a chair, trying to control your breathing. This was all too much, too fast. The one-eighty emotional cartwheel you’d been on for the last few minutes was giving you whiplash. It was like you had been doused in cold water.

“I wanted to tell you, princesse, I swear,” pleaded Gilbert, “After our first ride through the countryside together, I wanted to be careful. I didn’t want to say anything more that would distance myself from you.” Alex snorts disbelievingly from the bed and you stare at him, shocked.

“‘You didn’t want to distance yourself’?” You whisper disbelievingly. “So you waited until after I fell in love with for you to tell me you’re in a relationship with three other men?” You swallowed around the lump in your throat. “Do you know how stupid that sounds? You lead me into your bedroom after romancing me and kissing me after dinner, telling me how lucky you are to have me - only to show me three men shirtless in your bed!” You’re openly crying in your chair at this point.

Gilbert stands there, at a loss. He looks at the others - John shrugs helplessly and Alex only gives him a smug look. Hercules narrows his eyes at Alex.

You wiped away your tears and stood from the chair. “You played me,” You said lowly. “This entire time we’ve been getting to know each other, you were just stringing me along, weren’t you?” You were confused and upset, but more than anything you felt betrayed.

“No! I didn’t want this to be -”

You turn away from him. “Everything feels fake now. I can’t believe I told you about my feelings, and you kept this from me,” You whispered. “When you kissed me tonight, I thought I could really trust you completely.”

“You can,” He says, voice strained.

Shaking your head, you start backing out of the door. Hercules gets up from the bed, puts a hand on Gilbert’s shoulder. “I don’t even know how to begin to handle this.”

Hercules calls out to you as you turn and walk out into the sitting area, but you ignore him. Your ears are ringing and you feel like you’re zoning out. Pushing past the guards outside the door, you rush down the corridor.

By the time you were in your own chambers, you were crying openly. Laying on your bed, staring at your ceiling as tears streamed down your face. Your mind screamed at you to go back to Gilbert, apologize for storming out and kiss his cheeks until you saw his gorgeous smile - but then you thought of Alexander and how he sneered cruelly at you, and John who hadn’t said anything at all.

The thought of Gilbert kissing and sleeping with Hercules and the other two men while he was courting you and giving you his shy smiles and flirty touches made you want to cry again. You felt cheated, like the others were making a fool out of you when Gilbert came back to them at the end of each night.

You fell asleep to the memory of Gilbert’s smile after he had kissed for the first time. Maybe in the morning you’d wake up and find that this day had just been a nightmare.

take a sick day

Summary: In which Will sick and Nico takes care of him.  

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NOTE: Though its not really necessary to the story, I imagine Nico and Will being around 17/18 in this fic.

“I think I’m dying,” Will says, pulling his blankets tighter around himself. His head feels stuffy, thick with snot and pressure. Just the simple act of breathing proves difficult and everytime he moves even the slightest bit, a shot of pain shoots up his stiff neck. He really wishes he could just meet his end, right here in the Hades cabin. It would be such a fitting way to go.

The medic in him is screaming that he is doing everything wrong wrong wrong, and that he really shouldn’t be cooped up in his boyfriend’s bed, spreading disease and sickness like they’re tangible adversaries when there is a fully-functioning infirmary to go to, but the dark silence of Cabin Thirteen was a good temporary escape from life’s normal chaos.

Nico snorts from where he sits at his side. “You’re not dying,” he says. “I would be able to tell, remember?”

Will reaches for the box of tissues on the nightstand, and Nico meets him halfway, placing the box in his outstretched hand. He blows his nose hard and sinks back into the covers, feeling utterly drained. “Ugh. Yeah, okay, but that doesn’t demean the fact that I feel like shit.”

It’s rare enough for a child of Apollo to get even a simple cough. From the amount of visitors Will got that day, one would think he really was dying. Kayla and Austin came after lunch, both comically dawned in surgical masks and gloves. (“Hey, we can’t have it spreading,” Kayla had said. “A cabin full of sick medics is not what anyone needs.”) Jake Mason stopped by to fill him in on what he missed at archery practice (“I felt less afraid for my life without you there. No offense, man.)

The dinner conch sounds from outside, and Will’s stomach rumbles at just the thought of food. Nico, however, doesn’t make any move to get up, and Will feels a twinge of guilt at the fact.

“Go eat,” Will tells him, prodding his arm with a single poke. “I’ll be fine here. I think I’ll take a nap, actually. Maybe Morpheus will give me sweet relief from this hellscape.”

Nico frowns but rises from the bed anyway. “Okay. Want me to bring you back anything?”  

“No, I’m okay,” Will says falsely. He feels hungry but also nauseous. The medic in him tells him that he needs to eat something, especially after he’s eaten next to nothing all day, but the more rational part of him tells him that he probably won’t be able to keep anything down.

Nico leans down and kisses Will’s cheek. “See you in a bit.”

“‘Kay” Will says weakly, and even before the door has fully shut, his eyes droop closed.

Will wakes up to an empty cabin. The sun must have set while he was asleep, because it’s even darker than it was before, so dark that he can barely see in front of his own face. It’s a little weird staying alone in a cabin that wasn’t his own, since he typically has a whole cabin to be in charge of, but he feels comfortable here. The air is cool, the bed is warm and the lighting is just dim enough not to aggravate his eyes. The sheets are soft and smell like Nico—well, at least they did, until Will took over and replaced the smell with the scent of hot sweat and disease.

Will is startled from his thoughts by the cabin door swinging open. Nico steps into view, covered in a thin veil of snow. “I stopped by the infirmary,” he says, pulling off his hat. “Brought you some more cough drops.”

“Thanks” Will says.

Will feels body weight sink into the bed, and Nico’s hand is on his forehead, ice cold and infinitely comforting as he pushes his sweaty hair back from his face. “How’re you feeling?”

“Nnn,” is Will’s ever so eloquent reply.

Nico gives him a look of pity, and Will has the urge to kiss away the crinkle that forms in between his eyebrows. He watches as Nico sets the cough drops on the nightstand, takes off his socks, shirt, and jeans, and moves to climb into the bed. “You’re gonna get sick,” Will mumbles as Nico pulls the blankets up and over himself, as he makes himself comfortable against Will’s side.      

“You took over my bed, Will. I’ve already accepted that I’m gonna get sick.” His skin feels blessedly cool against Will’s own–his bare torso and legs and feet as he presses himself against him. “Besides, I think it’s worth it.”

Will’s heart flutters. “Who knew you were such a romantic, di Angelo?”

Nico hums in pleasure and flattens his palm across Will’s chest. “I have my moments.”

The two of them lay in comfortable silence, basking in each other’s company, and Will can’t help but feel like he’s in Elysium.

Hey! I wrote a thing! 

Vacationland! (Read on ao3)

Pairing: nurseydex
Words: ~3600
Summary: Derek and Dex end up spending a week together. Alone. In Maine. At a lake house. This leads to some important conversations about relationships. 

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Derek was sitting on the edge of a dock on a lake in Maine wondering what the fuck happened in his life to bring him here. Well, actually he knew exactly what brought him here. He had mentioned casually in the Haus one day near the end of the semester than his parents were planning on going to Italy for a week for their anniversary, and, while he was invited along, he opted not to go so his moms could enjoy the vacation as a couple.

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