Hi, my lovelies!! I’m still trying to ease myself off hiatus (you can read about that HERE ), but work got crazy again so I’m not sure when it’ll be official. BUT. I had this idea during my long day at work and I just thought it was so cute so I had to get it out. I hope you like it!! Any feedback or comments is appreciated. :)
Mini Matchmaker (Steve Holiday One-shot)
Characters: reader, Steve, OC Justice, Sam (mentioned) [modern au]
Summary: Your awful temporary holiday job takes a turn for the better when a handsome stranger enters your life.
Warnings: none? Super duper fluffy!! A super tiny mention of death, but that’s it.
Word Count: 2436 (yeah this was supposed to be a drabble. oops.)
Tag list is below (LIST IS CLOSED I’M SO SORRY)
“These tights are the worst,” you muttered to your co-worker while still maintaining the fake perma-smile required for your temporary job. You tried to covertly pull up the tights that threatened to sag down to your knees while simultaneously resisting to scratch your itchy legs.
“Just remember, it’s almost over and think of the extra cash you’ll have for all the presents you’re going to buy me,” smirked the redhead, handing a cane cane to an obviously underwhelmed child.
“You wish, Nat,” you replied before ushering the next kid forward to take a seat on Santa’s lap.
With a frustrated huff, you considered your current situation. In addition to the awful red and white striped tights that were the bane of your existence, you wore a green velvet dress that fell to mid-thigh, a pointed green hat, and of course, the curly-toed shoes with bells attached. Just to add a festive touch of humiliation.
“Home wasn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.” - Sarah Dessen
Two Worlds Pt. 1: John Laurens x Alexander Hamilton’s Sister Reader
In collaboration with: @desperatepenguin722 who has been doing amazing ask Ham’s every weekend. Love you!
Word Count: 1317
A/N: In this story, you’re Alexander Hamilton’s sister, a freshman at the same college that your brother attends. I’m really proud of this one. I hope you like it!
Your first day of college was something you had been waiting
for since your first day of high school, four years ago. The day you got your
acceptance letter to Columbia University was such a blessing. You screamed when
you saw the letter and rushed inside to call your brother.
You carried the family name of Hamilton and, because of your
brother, that name had a lot of stock behind it. Alex passed every class with
flying colors. Every time you walked in the classroom, the first question they
asked was, ‘Is your brother Alexander Hamilton?’ You always replied ‘yes’ with
It wasn’t that you didn’t love your brother. You adored him.
Maybe you were jealous of him sometimes, but you would never admit that. He was
your number one cheerleader and sometimes even your best friend. So, when you
called Alex with your acceptance, he was even more excited than you were. You
knew that it was mostly because he went to Columbia as well and this gave him a
chance to look after you again, which was something he loved. He was
overbearing and overportective, but sometimes it was sweet.
Hi first time asking , but can you do a head cannon for katsuki and deku getting married or a fanfic? Please
Right now, I gotta take a break from writing fics til my most recent one is done, but I got some headcanons about their wedding! I hope you like them!
-Izuku was the one who proposed. He’d bought the ring a few weeks before and was just waiting for the right moment. Once, they were walking through their old trails when Katsuki did the same exact thing he’d done as a child; fell into a stream.
-Soon, they were both in it, laughing with each other and trying to see if Katsuki’s Quirk could make a huge splash. In the middle of it all, drenched and smiling, Izuku got down on one knee and asked: “Kacchan? Katsuki? Will you marry me?”
-Katsuki DID NOT CRY, DAMMIT.
-“Y—yes, you damn nerd.”
-They invite nearly everyone from UA, including teachers.
-Kirishima and Kaminari spend the entire time trying to get Katsuki to wear a veil.
-Since they want to hold it outside, Ochako uses her Quirk to carry out benches and even a piano. She nearly cries five times throughout the whole event.
-All Might hugs Izuku so hard, he almost crushes him. (And in true fatherly style, he threatens Katsuki with murder if he breaks Izuku’s heart. Then apologizes because, what the hell, he loves all these dorks.)
-Iida is sent to get all the last-minute things people forgot. This includes Kaminari’s shoes. He has no explanation for how he somehow forgot those.
-They both wear tuxedoes, although Katsuki secretly thinks Izuku would’ve looked just as beautiful in a dress. Both black, of course, because neither of them really wanted white.
“You’d probably just mess it up in the stream again, Kacchan.”
“Shut up before I change my mind.”
-They write their own vows, both short, but heart-meltingly sweet. Izuku talks a lot about how he’s always adored Katsuki, how he thinks Katsuki is amazing and wonderful, that he hopes he deserves him because sometimes, he’s not sure if he does.
-That just makes Katsuki’s vows fall apart because he’s trying not to cry. He was never much of a talker with his feelings, but this time, he tries his best.
-He tells Izuku that he didn’t know how he was so stupid in the beginning, how he didn’t see him, because Izuku is everything, absolutely everything. And then tears appear, as he apologizes about four times for everything he’s done and promises to spend every day making Izuku happy.
-When they kiss, Katsuki’s hands spark and Izuku whispers for only them to hear, “I love you, Kacchan.”
Damn I made too much icons in few days. Anyway I hope you will love this one. I cona’t believe how much likes I had for The Flash ones or the Christmas ones so thank you so much I LOVE YOU. My icons are here. Feel free to ask me more or specific ones.
Please like/reblog if taking & don’t repost.
Credit isn’t necessary, just don’t claim it as yours.
Could you do a Mitch Marner imagine? Love your writing, by the way. Cant wait for the second part of the Matthews one!
Here you are Anon! I hope you like it!
Word Count: 791
I want to hold him and tell him he’s doing a great job and that I’m proud of him.
“Mitch, open up.” you tried, knocking softly again as you leant against the locked door to your room. You were greeted with silence. It had been a rough night, the leafs had suffered a devastating loss after painful game in which they had frantically attempted to cling on to their singular goal for dear life. It really could not have gone worse. You felt for Mitch, you really did. He took losses so personally, tending to unreasonably blame himself. It pained you to see him so low and full of self-doubt. You sighed, sliding down the door till you were sat on the floor with your back against it. It was getting late but you simply refused to go to sleep whilst he remained in this state. That said, you didn’t think you’d be able to sleep anyway, knowing the pain he was in. Your whole body ached, you just wanted to make sure he was alright, and not being able to do so was killing you slowly. There was a faint click from above you, causing you to scramble to your feet. Trying the door handle again, you were elated to find it unlocked. You entered hesitantly, closing the door quietly behind yourself. The room was dark, with only the moonlight that peeked through beneath the blinds to illuminate it. Mitch was already curled up on his side on the edge of the bed farthest from you, with the covers pulled over himself and his back facing you. He was so still that the only indicator he was alive was the slight rise and fall of the blanket as he breathed. You sighed gently, moving to sit in the empty space beside him. “Hey,” you murmured gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t respond, continuing to stare blankly at the wall. “You know I still love you, right?” you whispered, kissing his cheek carefully. Deciding not to try and pry the guilt from him just yet, you settled beside him, wrapping your arms around his torso as you attempted to get some sleep. You were unsuccessful in your efforts. The sound of heavy breathing from beside you signalled that Mitch was dead to the world but you were still glad that he didn’t have practice tomorrow morning. Sometime during the early hours of the morning, Mitch rolled over, shifting so he could rest his head on your shoulder as he slept. You smiled softly at that, despite the way your eyes burned. You were so exhausted, but the thought of Mitch waking up before you and locking himself away again was enough to keep you awake. He didn’t begin to stir till sometime before seven, now spread-eagled across quarters of the bed. Still half-asleep, he rolled out of bed and padded across to the bathroom, then out to the kitchen and then returned back to the warmth of the covers. “Morning,” you greeted quietly. He groaned slightly, still not fully awake yet, and let out a large yawn as he rolled over to face you. You watched him blink a couple of times as he came to, his thick brown hair sticking up in every which way. You let out a small giggle, planting a small kiss to his lips as you savoured the few moments before he realised he was supposed to be moody. He was quick to chase another off you.
“Sometimes I think I’m not good enough,” Mitch blurted. You drew back to look at him properly, a hint of concern written into your features. “For you, the team-”
“I don’t get as many goals as everyone else. I can’t-”
“Mitch,” You tried but he continued to blabber. “Mitchell,” he finally stopped, looking up with wide, bright blue eyes. “The game wasn’t your fault.” you murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw. “You’re part of a team, it’s never just one player. And for the record, not everyone is Auston Matthews. Cut yourself some slack, from memory you have the fourth most goals for the leafs this season.” You didn’t miss the flush of red that tinted his cheeks as he glanced down at his hands, causing you to smile warmly and kiss him once again. “And you will always be good enough for me, no matter how many games you so happen to win or lose.”
He darted forwards, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a bone-crushing hug, that unbalanced you and caused you to fall back onto the mattress as he kissed your temple gently.
“I really love you,” he murmured.
“I would hope so, or that would have been rather awkward.” you replied with a small laugh as his lips finally met yours.
Does she have a blog? Like does she see all the adorable things you write about her? I hope every girl finds a guy like you one day iA
My blogs signed in on her phone, if you guys like this enough, it’ll pop up in her notifications lmao and also I’m really nothing special, if you ask her I bet she’d tell you I’m a pain in the ass to put up with.
P.s, baby if you see this I luh your fine ass and you’re the prettiest.
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