i had enough songs to make a sequel so i did

Paper Planes (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: Soulmate AU where if you throw a paper plane out your window it always makes its way to your soulmate. You can’t write your full name, your location, or any contact info, anything else is fair game. It’s up to fate to bring you together.

Word Count: 1,775

Warnings: Zero proofreading. It’s strictly fluff though so you’re safe here.

A/N: This was such a cute idea and also reminded me of that one Disney short. You know the one. Also, I will jump at any opportunity I can to write sappy love notes and Lin’s messy handwriting. Please don’t ask me about logistics of this, I have no idea what happens if your window is shut and your soulmate throws a plane, I’m just here to write fluff.

Your parents had told you the story all through your childhood. They would always weave you intricate tales at bedtime about how you might meet your soulmate. Your favorite stories always had a prince playing that role. As you got older the stories evolved from fictitious plots to questions and conversations. 

You received your first letter from him at seven years old. It took you by surprise when the paper plane made of blue construction paper landed on the floor of your bedroom. You scrambled from you bed to scoop it up and inspect it. You unfolded it carefully, flipping it over.

‘ Hi! My name is Lin! ‘

You yelped as if the paper itself had spoken and ran into the living room where your mom was preoccupied with a book. She seemed to notice your panic because her eyes immediately left the pages to study your face.

“They wrote you, didn’t they?” she asked wryly with a twinkle in her eye. You squeaked out a yes, shoving the blue paper towards her. She unfolded it to see the note before chuckling. “Well, are you gonna write them back or not?”

You spent the entire night debating and when your mom came into your room to kiss you goodbye before she left for work she saw you sitting on the floor surrounded in papers. 

“For them or from them?” she asked with an amused smile as she leaned against your doorway.


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Masked Intruder

Summary: Dan is a robber who steals valuable objects nearly every night. When he goes into a flat decorated with plants and stuffed animals, he can’t seem to keep himself away. Dan’s not used to pretty boys stealing things of his own; especially when they steal his heart.
Word Count: 3590
Warnings: stealing, breaking/entering, cussing
A/N: I’d like to thank my roommate @sourmojo for giving me the idea to write this fic (based off of this song) and also @insanityplaysfics for being my lovely beta. That summary is the worst fucking summary I’ve ever written but I love this idea so much and I hope you do too! Please don’t ask me to write a sequel, i will write one if i end up feeling like it, but as of right now, it doesnt seem very likely.
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It was something that Dan was proud of, as fucked up as it was. He just couldn’t get enough of everything about it; the thrill, the little prizes he got out of it, hell even the news broadcasters. No matter how hard he tried to get away from his lifestyle, he always ended up going back. His own addiction, his very own little secret. Besides, it’s not like anybody was getting hurt in his escapades. Just himself and his own conscious, but that he could deal with.

So what if he broke into houses and stole objects he found compelling? They were just objects and humans should be able to get over the loss of something so materialistic. Rings, money, antiques. Stealing those didn’t harm anybody. In fact, they should be grateful for Dan. He helped people realise that family was far more important than items.

Dan didn’t necessarily know how he got to this point in his life, where he just went to other people’s houses to steal meaningless crap, but he couldn’t be more thankful. One day he was just a silly little teenager trying to be edgy by sneaking into places he wasn’t supposed to be in, and the next moment he was a twenty-five year old man breaking and entering all to steal that new movie he’s been wanting for weeks. Some would say that he was stupid for risking going to jail just for a movie, but Dan didn’t give a single fuck.

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kadda252  asked:

For the prompt thing, pretty please 10 or 29 or both in one 🙏🏻🙏🏻

This is kind of the opposite of what I wrote yesterday. So here be fluff and nothing but fluff. It’s a sequel to this (sappy) prompt. But you can read it on its own as well. Thank you for the prompt! 

10. “I can never unsee that.” + 29. “Y-you love me?”

When Mulder finds himself in the car en route to Mrs. Scully’s house, he is not sure when it happened.

Or how.

But here he is, in the passenger seat, forced to listen to classical music that’s supposed to be calming. That’s what Scully told him 20 minutes ago, anyway. She’s quiet, tapping along on the steering wheel while Mulder keeps trying to come up with something clever to say. Or really anything. He has questions, plenty of them, but he doesn’t ask any of them. Why am I here, Scully? He would like to know. Why do I have to see your brother twice in one day? Mulder grows agitated just thinking about it.

Why did you kiss me earlier, Scully? That’s the one he really wants to know about.

In good old Mulder and Scully fashion, they haven’t talked about it. The kiss. It’s been hours and Scully hasn’t mentioned it once. If he didn’t know better, he’d think it never happened. Just a figment of his vast imagination. He’s imagined kissing Scully a million times over the years. But no; it definitely happened. Her hands were on his thighs, he can almost feel them still, and her lips grazed his oh so softly. Oh yeah. It happened.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Scully says in between songs. As if the music should not be interrupted.

“I thought you wanted me to shut up.”

“That was… earlier.” Mulder thinks he sees her blush.

“Yeah well, I didn’t know when you wanted me to stop.” Mulder cracks open a sunflower seed, realizing how hungry he is. With her kissing him and then convincing him to go with her to her mother’s made him forget everything else. Like having lunch.

“About the time I – never mind.” The kiss, he thinks, suppressing a smile. She certainly shut him up with that.

“You mean the… you know.” Here he is complaining that Scully doesn’t mention their foray into new, more intimate territory and he finds himself shying away as well.  

“It wasn’t fun, Mulder.” Oh.

“I’m sorry, Scully, I didn't… you started it. I just – then why did you ask me to come with you to your mother’s? If I’m no fun.” Mulder sounds bitter; he tries not to, but what can he do? He’s been wanting to kiss Scully for ages and when they finally do, she hates it.

“That’s why,” she tells him, her voice even, her eyes on the road, “You made fun of me. You know I thought you had something important to tell me and you let me believe it, Mulder.” Oh, again. She wasn’t talking about the kiss at all.

“Scully, I’m sorry. Your brother unnerves me,” he sees her nod in agreement, “He said all these things and then when you finally showed up at the office I felt like… I just wanted you to know there was something to come back to. As stupid as it was.”

“An espresso machine in accounting.”

“I realize it wasn’t my brightest moment, Scully, but I had to say something.”

“But do you realize that I hurried through lunch with my brother because I thought something important was going on?”

“I’m sorry, Scully. What else can I say?”

“Next time your exciting news turn out to be about kitchen appliances, tell me right away and don’t make it a secret.”

“In my defense,” Scully shoots him a look and Mulder ignores it, “I never said it was exciting. I didn’t keep it a secret either. So that’s why I’m here? As punishment?”

“Partly,” she admits.


“And what?”

“What’s the other reason?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Scully chuckles and Mulder adds it to his long, long list of things they, apparently, don’t talk about.


Mulder doesn’t know what he expected, but it’s not this. This is not, as Scully assured him earlier, a small family gathering. This is dozens of people running around Mrs. Scully’s house.

“Oh Dana, you made it!” A woman, who is almost as tall as Mulder, hugs Scully tightly.

“Mom made me promise.” She replies with a soft smile. If only she would smile like this more often.

“And who is this nice young man, Dana?”

“This is Fox Mulder. My partner,” she startles, “my friend,” Scully turns to him, searching for the right word, “my work…” She trails off with a confused hand gesture.

“Oh Fox,” the large woman shakes his hand heartily, a huge grin on her face, “Maggie told us so much about you. She didn’t say you were coming today!”

“Ah yes, I cleared my schedule for this,” Mulder puts on what he hopes is a charming smile, and judging from the woman’s face it works well enough, and sighs, “I wanted to be here.”

“That’s so lovely, Fox. I’m Dana’s aunt, Millicent.” She’s still holding his hand, he realizes. “Now, go say hello to everyone else. I hope I’ll see you around, Fox.” Aunt Millicent winks at him and Mulder blushes. When she’s out of sight, Scully sighs audibly.

“So I’m your work, huh?” Mulder bumps her shoulder playfully.

“Oh shut up, Mulder. You know what I meant.” Scully doesn’t look at him, instead she seems to look for someone else among all these small and not so small heads. There’s a whirlwind of noises and voices surrounding them.

“Do I?” Scully glances up at him, brows furrowed. Her mouth opens to say something when a loud, distinctively male voice chimes:

“Is that Dana?” In a quick movement, Scully grabs Mulder’s coat sleeve and drags him with her right into a room he’s never seen before. It’s dark, it’s small and for the moment, surprisingly quiet. It could be a coat closet, he thinks, as a soft fabric brushes against him.  

“Scully what-” She puts her finger on his lips to quiet him. Not as effective as her earlier mode of shutting him up, but it works. He’s not going to complain that she’s touching him. Her finger is warm, it’s soft, and he just can’t help himself; he kisses it. Scully’s eyes open wide, but she doesn’t take her finger away, and so he kisses it again.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Mulder.” Her angry whisper shocks him, but even if he knew what to say, he couldn’t. Scully’s lips find his again and this time he makes sure she’s not cutting their kiss short. His arms tighten around her and hold her close. She moans into his open mouth as one of his hands wanders up her spine.

“Why would they – Dana! And Fox!” The door opens and their mouths separate with a loud smack. Their arms still around each other they stare into the faces of Scully’s mother, her brother and man Mulder doesn’t know. Oh well.

“I can never unsee that.” Bill Scully mumbles shaking his head in disbelief.

“Why are you hiding in here?” Maggie Scully, a laugh in her voice, opens the door wider so they can step out. Mulder tries to secretly wipe at his mouth, but the nameless guy watches him intently. As does Bill.

“Bill wanted to introduce you to his Navy friend.” Now it’s Mulder who eyes the other man warily. This is the guy Bill Scully told him about earlier in his office. On his turf. This, he figures, is neutral ground. Not to mention that he just kissed Scully for the second time in one day. That should count for something.

“This is Frank,” the blond stranger waves awkwardly, uncertain if he should shake Scully’s hand, “My friend I told you about earlier.” Bill finishes, his eyes full engaged in a glaring match with his sister. For once Mulder is glad to not be at the receiving end of that death stare.

“And what did I tell you?” Her voice sounds like pure ice.

“I’m just asking you to meet him. You don’t have to marry him.” Bill glances at Mulder, who briefly considers hiding behind Scully or even her mother.

“I’m not interested,” she tells him, “Sorry, Frank.” The man blushes furiously.

“It’s because of him, isn’t it? I mean what you just did…”

“Bill.” His mother’s voice warns him.

“That’s none of your business.”

“He has nothing to offer you, Dana!”

“Bill, leave your sister and Fox alone. Now come on, all of you. We’ve got a house full of people. Behave yourselves.” Mulder watches as Scully raises her eyebrow as if challenging her brother and of course, he bites.

“What is it about him, Dana? He doesn’t love you.”

“Hey,” it’s the last straw and Mulder can no longer keep quiet, “I do love your sister. I love her more than I could ever put into words.”

“Y-you love me?” Out of the corner of his eye Mulder sees Mrs. Scully lead her son and the ominous Frank away. Not that Mulder still cares. His eyes are on Scully, and hers are on him. Right now, in a house full of people, they’re the only two that matter.

“Scully, I am not drunk,” he begins, his voice slightly wavering, “I am not drugged either. I am just me and I am in full capacity of my sanity,” Scully’s eyebrow rises, “as much as is left of it anyway. So let me tell you that yes, I love you. I am in love with you.”

“That’s really nice,” Scully tells him and it’s only now that he notices how close they are once again; like magnets drawn to each, he figures, “Because you know what?”


“I love you, too.”

No more words are needed and so he kisses her again and again and again.

Blackmail- Auston Matthews (Damsel in Distress Part 2)

Originally posted by hockeyfanatique

Ok so don’t talk to me about the Caps/Leafs game I’m so salty rn… Can’t we just let the kids win? Ugh… anyway here you guys go! A little Auston Matthews love! Sorry it’s late! I promise I’m getting back on schedule!

Warning:  None

@iangiemae Request: Awww, the Auston Matthews Damsel in Distress was cute. Do you think we can get a sequel? I really like your imagines.


              Here you were standing and staring at the Air Canada Centre.

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Fic Recs 18

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17

Wow almost to 20! Who knows, maybe I’ll get there by the end of 2017. 


Originally posted by tvneon

Guardian Angel by @felicityollies - Felicity is a single mom who can’t get her little baby to sleep unless they’re riding in the elevator. But running on so little sleep, she practically falls asleep herself. Enter a cute guy who also lives in her building going out for a nice 3 a.m. run.

Some Things Are Meant to Be by @bluebayou - Sequel to His Girl Wednesday, but I didn’t read that fic and I still understand this one perfectly. Oliver had a relationship with Felicity prior to the Queen’s Gambit sinking. When he comes back, he has a mission and doesn’t know how his past relationship with Felicity will fit in. Olicity comes across as such a realistic romance in this story, and I love it so much!

Originally posted by olicitytroop

Icing on the Cake by @yespleasehawkeye - Oliver runs a bakery, and his best customer is Felicity Smoak - and she’s obsessed with his cupcakes. Their friendship deepens when, one day, an extra cupcake makes her burst into tears.

Letting off Steam by @fiacresgirl - Oliver and Felicity have a very realistic conversation about Samantha, Laurel, Sara, and more in the canon-divergence Summer of Sorrow series.

The New Ivy Town Chronicles by @machawicket - I think the description says it all “what if oliver didn’t act like a prat in 4x08 and ruin everything.”

Originally posted by legendsofcomics

queen of the castle by @hollaitshamilton - Felicity Smoak agreed to marry Oliver Queen as a business merger. She did not agree to marry into the Bratva.

Muscle Fetish by @itwasredolicity - Felicity realizes she really likes Oliver’s muscles. A lot.

Originally posted by fponthedl

Legacy series by @ash818 - It took me long enough, but I’ve finally read the Legacy series! I’m usually quite wary of OC’s and next-gen, but I’m absolutely in love with these kids. Read on, hesitant ones.

The Tolstoy Universe series by @cjjingram - Not your usual arranged marriage Bratva story. Really, it’s not. Felicity is sharp, intelligent, and absolutely refuses to bow to anything or anyone. Oliver’s the guy who’s in way over his head for suggesting a marriage of convenience in the first place.

Two Weeks Notice by @sprstarinfrance - Based on the movie, but it starts with Felicity deciding to turn in her two-weeks notice - finally - at her job as Oliver’s EA.

Originally posted by blanchetts

What’s the Name of the Game by @felicityollies - Amazing like an ABBA song. Felicity is Tommy’s little sister, and things get spicy when she starts a secret relationship with Oliver – her older brother’s best friend.

Those Moments Worth Noting by @alexiablackbriar13 - Lexi made a terrible mistake and asked for one word prompts she would fill with a 200+ word ficlet in the Mans Best Friend verse. Cuteness and puppies abound.

Originally posted by learning2manage

Doppelgänger by @felicityollies - Oliver and Felicity from another Earth come to cause mayhem in the current timeline. But instead of torn apart by lies, they’re together. Oliver and Felicity split them up to try and figure out how to get them back to their earth, but things don’t quite go according to plan.

Distraction by @realityisoverrated-fic - Tommy sees Oliver do the salmon ladder for the first time. The three of them (Tommy, Felicity and Oliver) have only just become a thing, but that doesn’t mean Tommy can’t admire his boyfriend. Especially when he looks like that.

Originally posted by jules85

Shameless Self Promotion:

Yes, I do still write fanfiction. Shocking, I know, since I haven’t updated in a lifetime. But, real life happens. I just moved, I’m job hunting, and also writing a book in real life. Still, write I do!

Somewhere With You by ME - Teenage Felicity is on the run from her mysterious past, and gets of a Greyhound bus in the tiny town of Star Beach. She intends to fly under the radar, make a little money, and leave before anyone can remember her. But John Diggle takes her in, and she wasn’t counting on Oliver Queen.

Originally posted by ilsilenziodellasuatristezza

There are so many great fics out there that need to be recognized! If you find something you like on this list, be sure to show it the appreciation it deserves with likes, reblogs, and messages to the author! I hope you can find something to enjoy, and remember that if you’d like me to see your work, be sure to tag me in it!

Just a reminder that no all/mostly smut fics will be added. If they’re part of a series I will link non-smut parts.

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Toledo (Trixya) - Joanne Elizabeth

AN: Hi there! Long time reader, first time submitter. I’ve had this fic in my files for a while, but have been too nervous to submit it. But with a sudden gust of courage and absolutely no beta, I bring you this outdated Trixya fic. I wrote it right after Katya was saying all of the things on stage about Trixie.  [Male pronouns, male body parts]

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(Shimmer) Free [Missing Year OQ]

Against all odds, including an irate Queen with a secret resentment for balls, a certain thief finally gets to have this dance. Sequel to Wallflower. 3k. [ffn | ao3]

Happy birthday (one day late) to my darling friend @repellomuggletum15, who can always be counted on to make me laugh, cry, or melt into goop (curse you and your writing!), and to berate me for my horrible taste in garbage TV shows. Love you, BEA.

And thank you @lillie-grey for the word prompt :)

Her gown was indigo blue, almost black when approached from a certain angle, depthless and dark as the lakes that surrounded her castle at night. The bodice was understated, its neckline borderline modest, her curves feeling soft instead of making their usual spectacle. The skirts fell, sweeping, to just grace the floor, so finely threaded with diamonds that Regina glittered blindingly at every turn, shards of starlight piercing through treetops to touch the water below.

She’d found it buried beneath years’ worth of other delicate, sparkling things, girlish things that no longer belonged to the woman she’d grown to be over time. It was hardly her first choice for a ball; in fact, if she’d had any choice in the matter at all, she would have never been caught dead in such a thing. As it was, she blamed Snow White for barging into her private quarters when she did, forcing Regina’s hand if only to avoid being asked yet again what was taking so long to get ready.

In her impatience to avoid Snow’s badgering, she hadn’t done much else to ready herself, scowling at her mirror only briefly in passing to see how wrong she looked, how young, without her boldly lined eyes and red-painted lips.

She’d even left her hair loose, gathered partially up in a way that made her feel half-undone already, before she stepped into the ballroom and felt her gaze moving against her will to land, most unerringly, on his.

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A/N: Takes place two years before the events in ‘Crash Course’, so you don’t have to read it to understand what’s going on.  I tried to interlace some plot points revealed in CC and it’s sequel, Infinite, but again, you don’t have to read them to understand what’s going on.

Song: ‘Partition’ by Queen B

Pairing: Rucas with brief mentions of J/M and F/S

Rated: M

Word Count: 14,221 (I still don’t know HOW it ended up this long)

Totally dedicating this one to @jenn0bi bc without her calling me out on not using this song (after I promised), this would never have been written. I *really* hope you like it, Jenn. <3

Maya groaned as she cradled her phone between her ear and her shoulder.  She hated it when he made sense.  The most annoying part of it was that her boyfriend always made sense—especially when it came to the subject of his niece.  “It’s been two years,” she reasoned as she reached for her concealer.

“Yeah, but we both know that she’s different now.  She’s not the same person she was in high school.  She’s not the same person she was since they broke up.”

Maya cringed.  She hated it when he used her words against her.  “But it’s Farkle’s birthday.”

“I know.  And I know she’ll be there and try to not let it affect her, but Maya, we still don’t know the whole story.  We don’t know who broke up with who.”

“There are going to be a ton of people there,” she reasoned.  “Maybe they won’t even cross paths?  Maybe she’s doing better than we think she is?  Maybe…maybe she is over it?”  She looked down at the counter as she quickly debated on which eye shadow to use.  “She has been dating around…and has gone on like four dates with this new guy.”

Josh frowned.  “Really?  Who is he?”

She frowned.  Nothing she had was going to work with her dress.  “Uhhh…Caleb, I think?  I only met him once.”

“Is he coming tonight?”

She sighed.  The good thing about living with her best friend was that she was welcome to borrow her things—including her makeup.  “I think so.  He’s friends with Farkle too.  That’s how she met him.”

“Then maybe we only need to worry about Lucas?”

Maya scoffed.  “You can worry about Lucas.”

“Come on, Maya.  I know you still talk to him.”

“Maybe I do, but when it comes to break ups, us girls have to stick together.”

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A/N: This is the sequel to Silence, which was far more popular than I thought it would be, so thank you all for that! This sequel was requested by @pixikinz (it’s not tagging you I’m sorry!) and a few other people that I’m having trouble finding and tagging… I’ll tag @princess-of-erebor1992 for helping me get up the courage to write it. I hope you enjoy this!

Summary: You adjust to life with Thorin’s Company, and find yourself drawn to its charismatic leader.

Word Count: 1,551

Warnings: Shirtless Thorin (shield our eyes from the beauty!!), mention of wounds

Once Thorin learned your name, he used it as often as possible. It made you feel more at home to hear your name so frequently, even if it was in a voice that did not at all sound like home. Thorin’s voice was deep and resonant, regal with a hint of wildness that you wondered if he might ever tame.

You hoped he wouldn’t.

His company had gotten better about not begging you to sing at every moment. They only asked for music every few hours, which was easier on you. Kili and Ori asked most often, the former with fluttering eyelashes that betrayed his flirtatious youthfulness, the latter with a shy bashfulness that you found hard to refuse. In the end, you sang more than you meant to, though Thorin was always mindful of his dwarves’ requests. He would quell the requests that would tax you the most, smiling in that close-lipped way of his as you nodded your silent thanks. Some days he would not let you sing at all, to your bafflement.

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Enchanted Pt 2 // Moon Bin


Pt. 1

the prompt: could you pretty please write a continuation/spin off/sequel of the mermaid Moonbin AU?? If you WANT to make the sequel have a happy ending, I won’t complain~

words: 4011

category: angst + fluff

warnings: torture

author note: you guys I had this planned before I put the first part up, no lie. I’ll do Eunwoo’s spin-off story eventually, although it’ll take awhile. Also I left this ending kinda open. I might do a part 3, but I knife like how this ends.

- destinee

Originally posted by moonbinoo

the entire second part was planned bc of this gif right here i wasn’t going to have one until i saw this gif

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soooo @hrrytomlinson and @wubwubnparmaham decided to be hoes and tag me in the fic writers ranking their fics thing and even though I’m soooo lazy and this is taking all of my energy haha. I’m doing this only because lauren is practically holding me at gun point…so…..

1. fake it till you make it 

its my longest fic and i love it the most because of how random and absolutely ridiculous it is! like i was inspired to write it because of that time when liam referred to them as brothers and louis was instantly sooooo triggered haha and i was like harry and louis pretending to be brothers would be like TOO FUNNY so anyway i had looooaaddddssss of fun thinking of the most awkward and embarrassing and wild scenarios and it was a BLAST 😅

2. all i wish not to remember 

with this fic i literally broke my own damn heart. its inspired by my all time favorite piece of literature, the count of monte cristo, and its just non stop angst and sadness and unfortunate times. this one required a lot of personal introspection about life and what it means to love someone and anyways i really love how it came out even though it broke me rip

3. too real to fake it

a fic with literally no reason to exist except to be the kid fic i always wanted to write lol. its the sequel to fake it till you make it, so its just as wild and lame and stupid as its predecessor. i love picturing h and l as parents and there honestly aren’t enough kid fics so this was my attempt to rectify that. i still think about their kids in this fic and wish they were mine lmao

4. escape (the piña colada au)

my shortest fic and an angsty little ode to the wonderful and timeless escape (the piña colada song) {btw look how creative i was with the title haha jk} anyways this fic wasn’t meant to be sad but I’m a hoe for suffering so its actually pretty sad and unfortunate but its just how i interpreted the song in a real life kind of way

5. all we can do is keep breathing (unpublished)

 this could end up being my absolute favorite of all my fics when i finally finish it but its going to be really sad and heartbreaking. its similar to all i wish not to remember in that sense (lets just say any fic i write that starts with the word “all” is going to be painful), but its a pretty intricate plot and i have tons of work to do to get the dynamics right still, but I’m working! i don’t even want to give anything away about it yet because its still such a young babe of a story. but its like 60k right now and its not even half way rip so theres that. wish me luck! :)

ok so im not gonna tag anyone because i think?? all of my writer friends have been tagged?? if not?? you can absolutely do this and tag me! thanks to everyone who ever supported my work evveerrr, i love you all  ✨🌻

WAT!! @miniature-lou 👀 jodie whats good 

Yuri on Ice interview translation - Spoon 2Di vol.21 (p22-27)

Here you have the loooong interview with Mitsurou Kubo that was featured on Spoon 2Di vol.21 (released at the end of December). It was 6 pages on the magazine… I know that some bits have already spread around, but it’s a very interesting one so I really wanted everyone to read it in full and not just tidbits, hence I translated it first even though I still haven’t finished the previously released magazines (sorry again Georgi..). It’s also the first interview with her published after the end of the series, so with comments covering up to the very end and the “future” too!

EDIT: I originally referred to the manga storyboard drawn by Kubo as “name”, which is how it’s technically called in Japanese, but it seems that it was a little confusing, therefore I changed it back to “storyboard”.

Obviously this will be the last interview of the year. In Japanese “happy new year” (before the old year has ended) is said “yoi otoshi wo” (よいお年を), therefore I necessarily need to make a stupid pun and say to you all “YOI otoshi wo!”. Let’s hope that the next year is a “yoi” (=good) not to mention “YOI” one too! I’ll be back with more translations whenever I have time of course.

Enjoy! (it’s under the cut because it’s long)

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Growing Noise

AO3 Link

Genre: Oneshot, Sequel to Shared Sounds

Summary: Fiction. After meeting his soulmate in the most unlikely of circumstances, Phil Lester considers the future of their relationship. Also they meet Phil’s family.

Warnings: Literally just a lot of fluff

Word Count: 6k

A/N: Happy New Year! I wanted to write something for 2017 and I had a lot of people requesting a sequel to ‘Shared Sounds’ that I wrote back in June. It’s a verse I really enjoyed writing in, so I went for it and this is the result. Read ‘Shared Sounds’ here first if you haven’t already!

Reminder that I don’t know Dan or Phil at all and I’m not suggesting this in any way reflects reality. This is a work of fiction

With the rehearsal drawing to an end, Phil closed his eyes and pushed his sweaty fringe back away from his forehead. Their tiny little rehearsal studio was uncomfortably hot. Several hours had already passed and Phil wanted nothing more than to curl up back in his flat with a mug of coffee and his favourite green and blue pillow, but they still had one more song to get through.

Honestly, the only thing that made these rehearsals worth it (aside from, you know, the importance of practise if they ever wanted to get their new album recorded) was knowing that Dan was listening.

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Love in Numbers pt. 2 // Spencer Reid x Reader

Part 1

A/N: Here it is. The long overdue sequel to Love in Numbers. It’s been sitting in Google docs for weeks because I couldn’t figure out whether I liked it or not.

Originally posted by toyboxboy

You leaned back onto the couch, stuffed with food and drinks after what had turned out to be a relaxing movie day for the most part. Spencer had chosen the movies and you weren’t surprised to see he favored classic films over the newer ones. It had been spent in the comfort of each other, something that came with incredible ease.

“I guess I won’t be seeing you as much now that I won’t be needing help with math,” you commented sadly as you turned to look at the man who sat next to you. The movie had ended and a slow song filled the silence between you as the credits rolled. He frowned at the idea of not seeing you as often as he had grown accustomed to.

“I also have degrees in other subjects I could help you with,” Spencer was quick to add, the thought of seeing you less causing him a great deal of unexpected anxiety. The mere idea of not seeing your beautiful smile directed at him at least weekly was enough to make his stomach drop.

“Spencer Reid, are you saying you want me to do bad in my classes just so you can step in and rescue me?” You asked teasingly as you enjoyed the bright blush that spread through his cheeks. Little did you know that the accusation wasn’t at all too far off from reality.

“I just don’t want to stop seeing you. I really enjoy your company,” he admitted with a sheepish smile. Your own lips pulled back almost instantaneously as your heart leapt, the smile on your face sending yet another wave of butterflies through Spencer’s stomach that night.

“Well, I’m free whenever you want to hang out,” you replied happily. “You know, whenever you’re not on a case.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Spencer replied with a grin.

"I should be headed home then. It’s late,” you sighed as you looked at the time. It was nearly midnight and there was a storm raging on outside which would make driving home hell.

“Are you sure? You can…you can stay if you want,” Spencer suggested timidly. You smiled, grateful at the offer, but shook your head.

“No, I don’t want to inconvenience you,” you replied as you stood and grabbed your belongings. Spencer nodded sadly and followed you to the door.

"Thanks for a good day,” you said with a happy grin as you reached the entrance. Spencer nodded and before he could lose any courage he had, placed a soft timid kiss on your cheek.

“Thanks for hanging out with me,” he replied as he sheepishly took a step back. A bright smile spread across your lips as your hand involuntarily reached up to touch the spot his lips had been. You nodded and walked away with a blush spreading across your cheeks. Spencer watched with the same warmth creeping underneath his skin as you made your way down the stairwell before disappearing.

In an instant his door was shut behind him and his phone was in his hands . He was dialing, hoping that the person on the other end would pick up despite the late hour.


“Garcia, I think I have a problem,” Spencer said with a slight groan. His hand went straight through his brown locks, brushing through them in frustration.

“Oh, is this about Y/N?” she replied slyly with a hint of teasing in her voice.

“Yes. And I won’t even ask how you know,” Spencer replied with a slight laugh. “I really like her and I don’t really know what to do.”

“Tell her!” Penelope’s voice rang through excitedly. “You have nothing to lose.”

“I have everything to lose. What if she doesn’t feel that way? What if I lose her friendship forever?” he replied with a frown.

“That’s not going to happe-”

Penelope’s words were drowned out as a loud knock scraped against the wood of his door.

“Garcia, hold on a minute,” he said into the phone as he strode over to the door. He pulled it open, his eyes widening as he saw you standing there, completely drenched and shivering from the cold. “I’ll call you back later.”

Spencer moved aside and quickly ushered you in, disappearing for a moment and emerging with a towel in his hands. He wrapped it around your shoulders just as you gave another shiver.

“Thanks,” you sighed. “My car wouldn’t start and the rain decided to unleash all of its fury on me the second I stepped out of it.”

“You can stay here. We’ll call a mechanic in the morning,” Spencer suggested with worry. You nodded in agreement with the idea.

“That would be nice,” you replied just as your body shook once more. Spencer frowned as his hands reached out to touch you.

“You’re freezing. We have to get you out of those clothes.”

You watched as Spencer disappeared for another second before returning with a sweatshirt and a pair of flannel pajama pants. He handed them to you and quickly led you to his bathroom where he left you alone to change.

You hurriedly threw your wet clothes off and into his bathtub where they continued to drip. The soft fleece of his sweatshirt was heaven against your freezing back. Replacing the wet denim that had clung to your skin with his flannel pants was a welcome change. A happy sigh left your lips at the warmth that surrounded you the instant his clothes hit your skin.

“Way to look attractive,” you muttered as you looked at yourself in his bathroom mirror. “You look like a drenched cat.”

“Y/N? You okay in there?” Spencer asked through the door. He was definitely worried. You had walked back into his apartment looking as if you’d just fallen in a swimming pool and he knew how easily you got sick.

“I’m fine!” You called out with a sigh. You took a moment to towel dry your hair before opening the door and coming face to face with him.

“You can take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch,” Spencer said with a small smile. He couldn’t bring himself to force you to sleep in the living room. All he could think of was your comfort.

Meanwhile, your own eyes widened as you hastily shook your head. You couldn’t steal Spencer’s bed from him. The living room was significantly colder than the rest of the house and forcing him to sleep there would be cruel. You were the guest, and therefore that was your place.

"Y/N, I’m not letting you sleep on the couch,” he replied with a small chuckle. Before you could protest it any further, you were being led into his bedroom and underneath the soft covers.

"Spence, thanks for this,” you said softly as he tucked you in. He grinned and nodded, daring to place a small kiss on your forehead before retreating to the living room. You sighed deeply, cursing yourself for having such bad luck. You knew your car tended to malfunction in cold weather, but you had let time get away from you as you watched movies with Spencer. Before you knew it, a storm had made its home above the city and your car refused to turn on.

"Damn car,” you muttered to yourself as you nestled into the soft mattress. It smelled like him, a mixture of sandalwood and vanilla that instantly calmed you. You breathed deeply, his aroma the last thing to linger in your mind before you fell asleep.

You woke up with a start, a scream escaping your throat at the loud crash outside. Your heart was pounding away and you could feel it as your hand instinctively reached up as if trying to calm it. Within a second the door to the room was thrown open, revealing a panicked Spencer.

"Y/N?? Are you okay?!” he exclaimed as he rushed towards your panic-stricken body. You nodded as he leaned down to your level, his hands cupping your cheeks and searching your face for signs of pain.

"The noise. It scared me,” you replied shakily as your heartbeat began to slow. Spencer frowned and stood, making his way over towards the window that showed the street below. The nearby tree had been struck by lightning amidst the raging storm and had broken in half, landing on top of some unlucky person’s car.

"It was just a tree,” Spencer reassured as he walked back toward you. You nodded and slowly laid back onto the mattress.

"Spence?” you whispered just as he took a step to leave. “Can you stay with me?”

"Of course,” he replied, swallowing nervously. “You don’t mind sharing a bed?”

"No. I’ll feel better with you here,” you replied softly. The rain continued to pour outside and you could both hear the loud rumble of thunder amongst the clouds. He nodded and moved around to the other side of the bed before carefully sliding underneath the covers. The two of you laid in bed in silence as the sound of the rain and wind howled outside.

"Y/N?” Spencer asked quietly, unsure whether you were asleep or not. At least half an hour had passed by and both of you had laid in silence. His body was more than aware that is was next to yours and his mind was plagued with different scenarios it kept coming up with.


"Would it be wrong of me to confess something right now?” he asked, his voice low and filled with doubt.

"Well, it’s raining, we’re both stuck in bed, and apparently neither of us can sleep so I can’t think of a better time to confess something,” you replied with a small laugh. Spencer smiled, amused by your unwavering humor despite the circumstances.

"Alright, you make a good point,” he replied with a grin. “Y/N…I-I think I’m falling in love with you,” he finally said after he had summoned up every ounce of courage he had. His gaze remained locked on the ceiling, not wanting to see the look on your face after his confession. He had already convinced himself it wouldn’t be a good one.

"I think I’m falling in love with you too,” you replied softly.

Spencer couldn’t believe his ears at first. You’d just admitted you felt the same, that you actually reciprocated his feelings. He doubted himself for a second, wondering if his ears had betrayed him. He finally turned to look at you and smiled brightly as he realized you’d been staring at him with a giant grin on your face the entire time.

"That’s good,” he replied as his hand reached for yours underneath the sheets, lacing with your fingers effortlessly. You smiled and nodded, amused at his simple reply.

"I’d say that’s very good.”


Originally posted by btsfunboyz

Sequel to Claimed -> Time of the Month


Genre: Angst/Fluff/Mildly Suggestive

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

***Warnings: Mild violence, jealousy, sexual-ish***

Anonymous asked:
Oh so I have an idea for werewolf jimin! That felt silly to write anyways lol Maybe something with like a jealous y/n instead of jealous jimin like somewhat angsty but ends up a mega fluff or an explanation of what they were fighting about?

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This Woman’s Work (Roman Reigns x Reader)

Context: Reader and Roman have a secret and it’s beginning to rip a hole in their hearts. Will they ever act on it?

**A/N: ** This is the sequel to “Mercy”. Different song choice used for this one though: “This Woman’s Work” by Maxwell. It’s a cover of the original 1988 song from Kate Bush but I like this one a lot better.

**SB: ** Trilogy? I don’t know. I’ll see how this part does first. As always, feedback is welcomed!

Read Part 1 here: Mercy 

This fic is on the longer side than Part 1 but I hope it’s worth it. 

Originally posted by prowrestlingnow

**Tags: ** @the-geekgoddes ; @m-a-t-91; @womderland-fandom ; @lavitabella87 ; @thiickreigns ; @kellbell431 ; @harleymoxley@caramara3 ; @adorkabley-yours

“…..Of all the things I should’ve said,

That I never said.

All the things we should’ve done,

Though we never did.

All the things I should’ve given,

But I didn't…..”

            3 months later: It was half past eight, a time that was usually too early for me to be awake, but I was. I sat down at a dining room table in my eight floor apartment. The beige curtains were drawn open enough to let the small cracks of sunlight peek through over the Manhattan skyline. The notebook laid out in front of me had the design ideas and the color scheme I had set for my wedding. But the man that I was marrying was never around to help.

           “Oh, you can do the decorations yourself for now. I count on you, babe. If you need help, just call your friends.” He said, sounding hurried and surprised to hear my voice on our last call. 

           “I have another business trip in Chicago on Thursday, then I’m flying out to France to meet with investors. I’ll chat with you about the wedding plans tonight.”

            Most of the time, we only communicated through video chats or text messages; all of which occurred during the early hours of the morning or in the late hours of the nights. I sighed. I was set to get married the following summer.

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anonymous asked:

do you have any drarry recs?

thank you for this ask!!!! as it so happens, yes, i do. i’m a bit frustrated, because i feel like a lot of my favorites aren’t here, but i guess i can work more on this list later. i hope you enjoy them as much as me.

bolded with an asterisk are my favorites. super favorites are bolded with an asterisk and capslocked. not all of them have warnings, only some. i spared you guys the darkest, most fucked up ones, since i know they’re not for everyone. also: the majority of these would probably be rated R/NC-17. total of recs: 79.

fics under the cut. this is pretty big. last updated: march 15th

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Member: Vernon
Word count: 1358
Content: Unplanned sex between two needy people um? Girl on top? Idk what else??
Summary: Spur of the moment, and first time with him, sex with a needy Vernon.

“Babe, what is this and where does it go?”

You looked up from the t-shirt you were folding to see your charming boyfriend holding up one of your favorite skimpy thongs. Of course, he had to draw attention to that out of everything else in the pile between you two, but you couldn’t deny that the growing smirk on his face was stirring a few feelings.

“Ugh, quit swinging it around, Vernon,” you snatched the flimsy material from his hand and tossed onto the pile of folded clothes. Vernon began laughing.

“Sorry, sorry!” A few more snickers. “Do you actually wear that?” He bit his lip as if to prevent his smile from increasing while his eyes darted to the gray underwear. You narrowed your eyes and moved into his line of sight, blocking the view.

“Yes, in fact, I do. And I enjoy wearing whatever the hell I want,” you stated, grabbing a bombshell bra from the pile of clothes and waving it in front of him for good measure, making him blush. You two had meant to have a relaxed day since your parents were out of town all weekend, but your boyfriend decided to show up early, meaning he was then forced to help you finish chores before the movie marathon could start. Your parents hadn’t been too keen on letting him over when they were away, but with much convincing you were able to make it so. Besides, the two of you had been dating for a while now, and things have been steady.

“You think you can finish the rest? I’m gonna start putting these away,” you stated, picking up a pile of your parents’ clothes to bring to their room.

“Yeah, I got it,” he said, nodding assuringly while folding up your jeans. You left and came back, getting what’s left and putting all the clothes up, then, after going into your bedroom, began to change out of your school clothes. Humming to your favorite song, you didn’t hear the door open.

“Y/N you forgo-” Vernon froze and stared at your exposed skin as you were bent over, looking in your dresser for some comfy pjs. Your hot pink underwear accentuating your curves and especially drawing attention to the mound at the apex of your thighs. Without uttering another word from his now dry mouth, he stepped out, closed the door quietly, and waited on the couch for you with a pillow to cover his boner. When you walked back out in very short thin shorts and only one of his hoodies he shifted and tried his best not to show how he felt.

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