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Imagine Nursey & Dex finding out they're both apart of the same online fandom

“Well that’s just stupid,” Nursey muttered to himself as he hurried across campus.  He was late to work on Astronomy with Dex.  He was supposed to meet Dex twenty minutes ago on the second floor of the library in the back right hand corner room, Dex was going to be furious.  Not that Nursey did it on purpose or even forgot about their meeting! He was just working on a particularly recalcitrant piece of plot creation with his co-author.  The silly boy was convinced that their plot would work if they used a PHYSICAL injury! As if some bumps and bruises could possibly be the catalyst for some sort of watershed moment wherein Dean realizes his feelings for Seamus!  As if teenage boys don’t get into all sorts of scrapes just being HUMAN let alone mucking about with magic.  If it was that easy they would have gotten together during first year, second at the latest. SoccerWizard was just…ugh infuriating to try to write with sometimes, if he wasn’t so stupidly talented Nursey would never speak to him again. Anyway that’s not how H/C even works.  Nursey didn’t bother to check his twitter again as he jogged up the front steps of the library, he’d just have to answer more tweets from Soc when he sat down with Dex anyway.


“Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for half an hour!” Dex was already feeling cranky enough having to convince his coauthor that maybe going for the melodramatic over the top plot device wasn’t always the best plan…sometimes subtlety, a fine art in Dex’s opinion, had it’s place in Hurt/Comfort fics.  Even though he knew it was a lost cause to try to convince IrishWitchery of that.  Dex thought she was a lovely girl but….a little given to theatrics.


“Yes but I was only supposed to be here twenty minutes ago, I can’t be held accountable for your neurotic need to be at least ten minutes early to everything, so you only get to charge me for 20 of that.”  Nursey tossed Dex a winning smile and swung the strap of his messenger bag over his head, throwing himself back into a chair.  Dex glowered at Nursey over the top of their Astronomy text but didn’t say anything, he wasn’t actually wrong after all.


“So, this project…”


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Nursey had started counting ceiling tiles.  Dex was beyond distracted.  It was driving Nursey NUTS.  Normally it was the reverse, normally Nursey didn’t mind if Dex was distracted but Soc would NOT let it go and had been arguing with him ALL AFTERNOON.  Nursey just wanted to get this project outlined and the tasks divied up so he could go back to his room and write a truly scathing essay on all of the reasons that Soc was TOTALLY WRONG about him being overly attached to the “hit them over the head with it” theory of fic, HE WASN’T it’s just that big emotions didn’t always need big stories sometimes regular old everyday average stories had big emotions and that was ok, that’s what made this whole ride worth it, right? Right. And he was going to explain that in great detail as soon as he was allowed to leave this heinous library nook.  And there was Soc now, responding to his latest sally.


Dex was really having trouble dividing his attention this afternoon. Anyone would forgive him if they knew what he was dealing with, I mean it was trying to a man’s very SOUL.  IshWich was just being so stubborn!  She couldn’t accept that small things could still be small tragedies, could still evoke important feelings and meaningful connections, might even work especially well here so as not to take away from the depth and intensity of the feelings being revealed.  IshWich just kept fighting with him.  She was one of the sweetest girls he’d ever met and he loved working with her normally but she had the hardest head he knew of outside of Nursey for Pete’s sake!  Speaking of which he mentioned just that to her and smiled smugly.


Nursey’s phone buzzed.  He glanced at it.  And made the sound of an enraged teakettle.Hardheaded was he!  And he didn’t care about Soc’s friend, HE wasn’t hardheaded!  


IrishWitchery:  Your soul lacks poetry Soc.


BUZZ!


IrishWitchery: Poetry and love.


BUZZ!


Nursey wished Dex would turn the vibration off on his phone, it was maddening when he was trying to think.


SoccerWizard:  Poetry is not actually necessary for my body to continue functioning, contrary to popular belief.


BUZZ!


SoccerWizard:  But you know what IS necessary?


BUZZ!


SoccerWizard:  Good health!

SocceWizard:  Lack of injuries!

SoccerWizard:  Time spent OUTSIDE of the infirmary!


BUZZ!

BUZZ!

BUZZ!


Huh.  That’s strange.  Dex could swear that Nursey’s phone was vibrating to the same rhythm that he’d been sending IshWich his very well thought arguments.  What a weird coincidence.


Dex noticed it again after IshWich answered him and to be honest he was bored with this argument at this point.  Dex figured he might as well amuse himself.


SoccerWizard:  You’re taking forever to answer, is your roommate bothering you again?


BUZZ!


IrishWitchery: No thank god, I’m actually at the library working on this deadly boring project with a friend.


BUZZ!


SoccerWizard:  Ugh projects!  What class?

SoccerWizard:  Are they at least helping you with it??


BUZZ!

BUZZ!


IrishWitchery: Yeah he’s actually doing most of it but I think mostly through dint of sheer bloodyminded hatred for the subject?  He’s very analytical and rules based.  It’s astronomy so that’s sure to push his buttons on a good day and someone seems to be bugging him, texting him or tweeting him or something.  Every time he looks at his phone he gets this horrible grimace of frustration on his face.  But I think it must be a girl because it wears right off and he’s got this fond rueful smile that follows it.


BUZZ!


Dex nearly swallowed his tongue.  Yup, that was pretty much him to a T. And what GRIMACE?? Also, hey, IshWich wasn’t a girl.


Oh shit. He’d written really REALLY graphic FILTHY Seamus/Dean PORN with NURSEY. REPEATEDLY.


Fuck.


Maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe IshWich was just very doggedly working on a project in some other library with some other numbers nerd.


Dex had to know.


Craftiness wasn’t really in Dex’s normal skill set.  He really needed to get this right.  How could he make sure that Nursey was DEFINITELY IrishWitchery without looking like an absolute lunatic if he WASN’T.  Yeah, that shouldn’t be difficult at all.  Great.  Ok ok get it together Dex, you can do this.  


……



“I still say there’s no need for a parade through Central Park if there are real, well written feelings supporting the whole scene,” Dex shot off without looking up from his notebook.


Nursey didn’t even bother looking up, “Well no but this isn’t some bathhouse film festival artistic representation of post modern whatever!  This is fic man and moreover it’s Hurt/Comfort and people want certain things going into it!”


And then Nursey froze.


Oh shit. Oh shit.


Oh shit oh shit oh SHIT.


Dex was Soc. Dex was Soc? DEX was SOC.


DEX KNEW NURSEY WAS IRISHWITCHERY.


Fuckmefuckmefuckme.


Dex cleared his throat, “I wasn’t sure it was you.  I mean I wasn’t sure until right now that it was.  I didn’t even suspect until this afternoon.”


Nursey looked around wildly.  Thank god they were alone.  He was totally freaking out.


“I thought you were a girl man,  How crazy is that?”


Nursey coughed lightly. “Well, sometimes I am.”


Dex nodded. “That makes sense.”


“You’re ok with that?”


“With you being gender fluid? Yeah I’m fine with it, why wouldn’t I be?”


“I didn’t think you even knew what that meant.”


“I listen when you talk Derek,”


“Well I mean I’m sure you do but-”


“And I’d be a pretty big jackass if I wasn’t ok with you being genderfluid when it’s part of what makes you so scintillating and such a ‘total 10’.”


Anatomy 101 - Anthony Ramos x Reader

Summary: Anthony is an art student who needs someone to model nude. He chooses the reader, who happens to have an unadvisable, annoying crush on the sunshine-y boy. 

Warnings: Swearing!

Word Count: 2,966

A/N: It is officially the first day of the Write-A-Thon! I may have stayed up until 12 just for this, oops. But I’m super excited because I love Anthony Ramos and I love this AU and there is just a LOT of love to give, okay??

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Really, when it came down to it, Anthony Ramos had asked you to be naked for him three times in total.

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When Fate Intervened

Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Note: Day one of the hamwriters write-a-thon! This is actually not the fic I have had written for this day for like a week and a half. No I wrote this last night and this morning because this was a better idea than my other one. Also I’m posting this now because in my time zone at least it’s the right day for this so here we go, enjoy!

AU: Soulmate AU

Warnings: nothing? 

Word Count: 1,700

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @rottwat @iamgrayfox

Originally posted by hamiltonmemes

A world without color has never particularly bothered you. Sure it would be nice to see colors the way your sister can, but really it’s never been a big thing. You watched all through high school and college as the people around you desperately tried to find the person they were destined to be with but you never really tried to look for them. You’ve always believed that when it’s time to meet your soulmate, fate will be there to make sure it happens.

“Y/N… did you know that when you reach 26 your chances of meeting your soulmate drop dramatically?” Your sister asks as you pull your gloves and scarf on in preparation for the cold winter morning air you know is waiting for you outside.

“That is bullshit. People in their 60’s meet their soulmates all the time. Not everyone get’s to meet them in the first grade like you” you grumble.

Your sister has always been like this, she’s younger than you by three years and likes to bother you about meeting your soulmate at every chance she get’s. Why you ever thought it was a good idea to live with her and her soulmate you have no idea.

“Goodbye” you call out, not bothering to turn around to face her as you grab your bag and make your way out of the apartment.

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  • Kimberly: Just accept what I'm telling you.
  • Trini: I want a second opinion.
  • Kimberly: Wait. What? Like you want the to run my feelings for you through the scientific method? Do you need my sources verified?
  • Trini: If you want to put it that way yes.
  • Kimberly: *calls Jason and puts it on speaker phone*
  • *phone rings and Jason picks up*
  • Jason: I really don't have time to listen to the Trini-thon tonight. I've got plans with Billy. So, if you're gonna gush, gush quickly.
  • Kimberly: *looking right at Trini smiling* She has the most beautiful eyes.
  • Jason: Yes and her lips look soft and all the other stuff. Are we good?
  • Trini: *looking right at Kim* Yes. We're good.
  • Jason: Trini?
  • Kimberly: *hangs up the phone* Good.
Defy the Odds

Summary: “Our chances of meeting in a city with a population of over five hundred thousand people were small to begin with but the likelihood of meeting in another country entirely are infinitesimal.”

“So we defy the odds,” he said.

“Yeah we do,” she agreed, finally weaving her fingers through his. “I like that.”

Pairing: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak

Word Count: 7202

Rating: N/A (mild language)

Written for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon for the “summer vacation” prompt. I went a little crazy with it and it may be a mess since I’m still new to this fandom/pairing but I hope it’s at least passably good. This is very much an au with no shipwreck/island/undertaking.

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My Mind Is My Folly

Prompt:  Maybe you were the crazy one. What kind of person pretended to read a book while creeping on some random man at a bus stop?

Pairing: Lin x reader

Words: 4,721 (I got carried away…)

A/N: I am still debating on whether I should take a break from writing or if I should join the write-a-thon… I already have the ideas for some of the prompts, but I’m not sure if I have time to write and edit them. We’ll see! Sometimes if I am inspired enough, I can write a story in an hour or so. Anyways, I would like to thank @how-could-i-do-this ,@iwrotemywayto-revolution , and @imaginebeinghamiltrash . Thank you for being my soundboard, giving me encouragement to write, and editing. I was so close to scrapping the fic. I love you all and thanks for telling me that my writing isn’t as awful as I think it is.


You didn’t even have to stop pretending to read your book to know that he was here.

Every day for the last week, he would appear exactly at 7:30 A.M., ten minutes before his bus would arrive. He’d slide into the opposite end of the bench, coffee in hand and backpack slung over his shoulder. Then he’d sip his coffee and stare off into space, his knee bouncing up and down impatiently as he waited. Sometimes he’d come with a worn leather-bound notebook in hand or headphones in his ears; those were the days where the leg bouncing was the most intense.

Your weird fascination with him started the second you saw him. You’d been riding the bus for years now – partly because you were one of the few people that liked public transportation, but mostly because you found the inspiration to write when you rode the bus – and it was rare to see someone on this side, the “upper side” of New York City, use the bus. You were usually the only person at the stop, so naturally, your interest was piqued when he appeared.

He was a mess.

His hair was tangled, eyes puffy from the lack of sleep, and clothes wrinkled as if he slept in them. It was… not cute. He simply sat on the other end of the bench, not sparing you a glance, not asking if the seat was taken, and not even attempting to make small talk. He was so odd; you’d never met someone that was so out of touch with their environment.

But as the week unfolded and you noticed his little quirks, such as the leg bouncing and how he would pull at the ends of his hair when he wrote in his notebook, you began to look forward to seeing him, even if it was only for ten minutes until his bus came. He was interesting to observe.

You flipped a page and let out a noise of interest, pretending to have read something intriguing while you focused on him. Maybe you were the crazy one. What kind of person pretended to read a book while creeping on some random man at a bus stop?

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Valentine Me, Please

alexander hamilton x reader

prompt: alexander has finally worked up enough courage to ask you out for valentine’s day but instead of properly asking you, he says “valentine me please”

a/n: look at me actually writing valentine’s day prompts again. i’m so excited for the @hamwriters write-a-thon, i have the majority of my fics all planned out, i hope you all enjoy them when posted!!

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You didn’t understand Alexander Hamilton.

Yes, he was your best friend and you understood more about him than most people did, but sometimes he could just say the most absurd and obligatory things that left your head spinning wild.

This was one of those times.

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Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-Thon

Hello fellow Oliciters!

I have plans, big plans, to get us through the hiatus-induced, lack of Olicity that begins with the ending of the Season Finale tonight!

But first I want to gauge interest in the idea..

The plan is this:

Every Wednesday I will post a writing prompt. All participants will have until the following Wednesday to write, beta, and post their response to the prompt.

When you post, tag the fic #Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-Thon.

That’s it! No length requirements, no rating requirements, just anything your brilliant minds come up with that include the prompt idea!

This way we will all get our regular influx of Olicity goodness to fill the void left by our favorite couple not lighting up our screens every Wednesday night.

The last installment of fic will come the night before Arrow returns on Thursdays.

If you’re interested, REBLOG THIS post or MESSAGE ME to let me know. Pass it on to anyone you think might be interested. If there’s no interest, I won’t do it.

Tagging a few people I think might be interested:
@missyriver @hope-for-olicity @tdgal1 @laurabelle2930 @supersillyanddorky06 @callistawolf @emmilynestill @scu11y22 @dust2dust34 @bindy417 @mogirl97 @anthfan

Naughty Girl

Prompt: Despite Groff’s insistence, you did not have a crush on Pippa and she definitely didn’t have a crush on you.

Warning: Femslash and just a bit of teasing, but other than that… It’s innocent ;)

A/N: Day 2 of the @hamwriters write-a-thon. Another first for me since I have never written for Pippa or femslash. Cheers, hope you guys enjoy.


“Y/N, will you help me?”

Pippa’s soft voice calling your name made you jolt up from your seat on the floor where you were doing your routine stretches before the show. “Y-Yes, what can I help you with?” you stammer, your gaze flickering to her shapely legs.

She was sitting on the ground, legs stretched out to a ‘v’ shape, and when she reached out to you, you realize what she needed help with. You plop down to the ground, mimicking her pose, and for good measure, wipe your sweaty palms along your leggings before grabbing her hands. You pull her towards you, gulping when you see her muscles flex and relax.

After a few reps of stretching, she gives you a sweet smile that puts a goofy grin on your face.

“Thank you, Y/N. You don’t need it, but break a leg tonight!” she calls over her shoulder as she exited the room.

You sigh, watching her lithe form. From the corner of your eye, you see Groff saunter next to you.

“Shut up,” you grumble as he helps you up to your feet.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” he hums.

You roll your eyes. “I know you too well to know what you’re thinking.”

No matter how much you tried to persuade Groff that you simply admired the talented Pippa and was constantly impressed by her kindness, he was convinced that your feelings for her were beyond platonic. As a matter-of-fact, he had a theory that she didn’t have innocent feelings towards you either.

Ever since you joined the ensemble as the new “Bullet” you were swept up in the chaotic world of the entertainment business. You somehow managed to balance performing every day of the week, meeting fans you didn’t know you have, and squeezing in smaller gigs for extra pocket money. Luckily, Groff offered you a temporary place to stay until you had your bearings together. As a struggling dancer in New York, you never had time to date, especially now when your career was only beginning.

The more pressing issue was that you’ve never dated a woman, either. You were an open-minded person, love is love, after all, but having feelings for a woman was new territory for you. It was different, scary, but above all, exciting.

You run a hand down your face at your thoughts. But it’s not like you liked Pippa. You just thought she was beautiful, caring, kind, and put together - qualities that you admired in a person. She was a great friend.

“Oooh, care to share your thoughts?” Groff teases, “those expressions on your face while you had your little internal monologue seemed like they were juicy.”

“Just be quiet and get ready for the show will you?” you groan, pushing him away from you.

He laughs but decides to let the subject go.

Relieved, you continued to stretch and prepare for the show.


“Want to share a cab with me tonight?” Pippa asks as she exited the stage during intermission.

After the show, a few of the cast and crew were going out for drinks at a bar that recently opened to relieve some of the stress from the week. “You’re coming?” you asked, surprised.

“I don’t know, I kind of want to let loose tonight,” she giggles, biting her bottom lip, “don’t you ever get an urge to do something crazy?”

You glance at her lips, red and lush, heart pounding heavily. You shake your head and look away, focusing on making it to Groff’s dressing room without making a fool of yourself. “I guess,” you reply nonchalantly.

“Perfect! So meet me after the show in my dressing room tonight, alright?” she claps her hands and then squeezes your arm before heading over to Jasmine, who called her over to look at something on her phone.

You inwardly groan, ignoring the lingering warmth of her touch on the spot where she touched you, and deciding to forgo Groff’s dressing room entirely. You made a beeline to the stairs that led for the rooftop, hoping that the fresh air would help soothe your unsettled mind.


Pippa was sin wrapped in leather.

You couldn’t take your eyes off her. Her black leather pants were practically painted on her long legs and the leather corset accentuated her small waist. To top it off, her lips were painted red, a promise of a wild night.

“Ready?” she grins, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the exit. She rolled her eyes and laughed at the catcalls from the staff and crew. “Sorry I took so long; my pants weren’t cooperating. Did everyone go on ahead?”

Your face heats up, hoping she didn’t see your lingering gaze on her hips. “Yeah, Groff said he already has a table covered for us.”

“Perfect,” she smiles, leading you to the yellow cab that waited on the street.

You climb in first, your breath catching when she slides in next to you. Her legs were pressed against yours and she was so close that you could smell her perfume. A tingle went down your spine.

You let out a shaky breath, sending prayers to the skies above that you were going to make it out of this cab alive.


Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Normal Pippa was an angel.

A real-life angel that listened to your problems, complimented how cute you looked even when you didn’t have make-up on, and gave soup to Groff to give to you when you were stuck at home with a fever.

But tipsy Pippa?

Boy, she was something else.

You give a panicked look over your shoulder at Groff as she dragged you to the dancefloor, but he merely threw his head back and laughed. Before you got lost in the crowd, you swore that he made sure everyone got a good look at the two of you leaving to dance.

Pippa stops and faces you, her face flushed pink and a playful smile on her lips. She grabs your hand and lifts it in the air as she swayed her hips. “Come on, I know you can dance,” she yells, encouraging you to move.

You stay rooted to the spot, blood rushing to your head as you watched her move.

The enticing beat of ‘Naughty Girl’ by Beyoncé rung through the air and her smile turns sultry. She turns, back facing you, and guides your hand so it rests on her exposed hipbone. She grinds against you, the movement so sexy that your hand tightens on her skin.

“Pippa,” you groan when her body brushes against yours again.

She doesn’t seem to hear you and continues to dance. She presses your hand harder against her, while her other hand moved up to cup your neck.

“C’mon Y/N,” she purrs, “let it loose.”

In your mind, you hear something break.

The dam that held back the attraction you felt for Pippa reached its limit. It broke and poured over you in waves, enveloping you, and pushing you to yank her closer to your body. You moved with her, the dance so seductive, so fucking sweet, that you felt your body thrum in pleasure.

Oh fuck yes,” Pippa swore.

Your hands reached for her hips, helping her move against you, your grip so tight that you thought you’d break her. She didn’t mind, in fact, it encouraged her to be bolder, keeping hands in her hair as she danced erotically against you.

You stare at her, entranced. The creamy expanse of her neck was revealed, begging to be paid attention to. If you just angled your head right…

The feathery touch of your lips against her soft skin made the dam that was already broken crumble into dust.

Not missing a beat, Pippa spins on her heel and tugs you down for a kiss. She tilts your head, tongue searching for yours. You moan against her lips, your body on fire at the contact.

She draws back, chuckling when you lean forward to try to keep the kiss going. “I’ve been waiting for you to finally get the hint that I like you.”

You smile, her confession making you feel warm. “I think I’ve been trying to ignore it the whole time,” you say, “this is just so new and sudden, but fuck, it feels so right.”

A smile slowly spreads across Pippa’s face. “Let’s get out of here and make up for lost time,” she hums, “then we can talk about it.”

You accept her hand and she leads you toward the exit, anticipation burning in your veins.


You closed the door to your apartment as quietly as you could the next morning. It was 8 o’clock, and Groff, a heavy sleeper, usually slept in on Sundays. You wanted to be extra careful with not waking him.

Your knees buckle when you see him sitting on a barstool in the kitchen, facing the entrance of the apartment.

He sees your disheveled hair, clothes that were definitely not yours, and the satisfied glow. He jumps up from his seat, beaming.

“Finally!” he yells, “I knew Pippa, the little spitfire, had something planned in her head of hers when she said she wanted to come out last night!”

You groan, knowing that you weren’t going to hear the end of it.

“Here,” Groff grins, reaching behind him to hand you a homemade cake that read:

CONGRATS, UR GAY!

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you spat, glaring at him.

“Or you could swing both ways, I don’t care. I’ll still love you.”

You let out a hysterical laugh. “You’re insane. I’m moving out.”

“With Pippa? Is it already that serious? Was it that good last night?” he prods, putting the cake back on the counter when you refused to take it.

“Groff,” you whine, laughing as you playfully shoved him away.

“Oh my god, it was that good!” he gasps, “tell me all about it.”

You ignore him and start heading to your room.

“Don’t you dare! I’ve been rooting for you two since I noticed you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her legs the first time she wore a dress to the theater.”

You pause in front of your room. “Three months ago? Two weeks after I started?”

Groff smiles. “Yes,” he answers, “and she may or may not have interrogated me about you once she found out you were living with me. I’m glad it turned out wonderfully. You look happy.”

You give him a soft smile. “I am. We’re going on a date tomorrow night.”

“Should I wait for you to come home? Or are you going to have a repeat performance of last night?”

You slam the door in his face.

A few people have asked about or expressed interest in stirring up some Booshlr fanfic and art around here, so I think we should have big old prompt-a-thon event for August. My thought is to make it open to any kind of fan creativity. If the prompt is “Howard and Old Gregg get married”, we could have people writing drabbles, drawing fanart, creating a wedding cake or invitations, posting photos of a cosplay re-enactment, creating a gift registry… Something everyone can get involved in.

If anyone is interested, please give suggestions on where and how to post such an event so it is easily accessible for all. Let’s make this the Everything Bagel of Booshlr events!

Let Your Heart Be Light

Dec. 21 – Christmas cookies


Jack comes home to practice to find the kitchen counters covered in flour and cookies and his boyfriend sitting on the floor with his back against the oven crying.

He drops his bag by the door and hits his knees as soon as he’s by Bitty’s side.

The tile is hard and cold on his knees which are already a little sore from practice but he pushes away the discomfort to focus on figuring out what’s wrong.

He gathers Bitty’s face in his hands, apologizes for how cold they are, and tilts his chin up.

It’s clear he’s been crying for awhile. His face is red and splotchy and he leans into the cool touch so Jack fans his fingers out and covers his forehead with his palm.

“Bits, what’s the matter?” Jack asks gently. “C’mon, bud, talk to me.”

Bitty sniffles while Sinatra sings about Santa Claus coming to town in the background.

“Nothing is working,” Bitty says. He sounds exhausted and Jack’s chest aches. He pulls Bitty closer to him like that’s going to soothe it. “I’ve been working on these cookies all day and I just-.”

“The cookies.” Jack’s hands still on Bitty’s back and he pulls him back enough to look at him. “This is about cookies?”

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Fic: Tastes Like Pure Joy - Chapter 4

Written for the @olicityhiatusficathon prompt “Unintended Discovery” given to us by @thebookjumper and also for a reader prompt. Felicity’s loud voice makes a return in this chapter, as Oliver neglected to tell her another important piece of information. Read it on A03 or below. Hope you enjoy! 

Chapter  4: Forgot to mention

Oliver looked down at the bundle in his arms in wonder. His daughter.

“She’s beautiful, Felicity, and so are you,” he said as he leaned over and kissed his wife on the forehead because her lips were too busy sucking on a blood bag to help her recover from the delivery.

When she was finished, Felicity smiled dreamily at Oliver and the baby. “She is wonderful, but it was hard work bringing her into this world.”

Oliver placed the baby in Felicity’s arms, although he was sad to let her go, even for a minute. “And you proved once again that you are the strongest woman in the world.”

The delivery had been a difficult one, mostly because vampire babies were so rare. Felicity would need a long time before she had another one – good thing she was immortal now.

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Goodbye John

Pairing: John Laurens x reader

AN: Day 5 of the Hamilton write-a-thon hosted by @hamwriters

Summary: I don’t really have a description for this one sorry!

Day 5: Reverse POV Day

Words: 809

Warning: Angst; suicide; death; minimum swearing; modern AU

___________________

John’s POV

The wind slapped harshly against my face as I ran through the streets of New York.

This can’t be happening, not now! God please don’t do it Y/N. please.

I pushed passed people often time them yelling at me but I didn’t give two fucks about them right now. I needed to get to you. Why did this have to happen? I couldn’t think clearly, the only thing on my mind was Y/N and the letter….that letter.

‘John,’ It began.

‘I’m sorry John. I’m sorry you have to find this letter, I’m sorry that you even met me! The past few weeks have been hard John. I’ve been dealing with things, things I didn’t want you to know but those things have just bit me in the ass and I’m tired John. Tired of fighting off that feeling of worthlessness, of loneliness even if I wasn’t alone. It hurts John. I can’t do it anymore I’m sorry. I love you so much John you have no idea. Please don’t be mad at me over this and don’t blame yourself. I love you and you deserve better. I hope some day you will. By the time you read this I should be dead and gone, if I’m being blunt about it.

I love you, goodbye.’

Y/N

I swung the door open to the building. It was quiet. Running through another door I bounded up the stairs. I knew you too well. You were on the roof. You always came here to clear your mind and think.

I should have known. God how did I not know you were suffering to the point you wanted to take your own life?! I’m stupid. I should have saw the signs. A million thoughts rushed through my head until I opened the metal door which lead me outside on the roof.

You were the first thing I saw. You stood there on the ledge. Tears brimmed my eyes.

“Y/N.” My voice cracked. But I knew you heard me. Your body tensed when you heard me. Slowly you turned around, your sad broken eyes boring into mine.

“You shouldn’t be here.” Your voice was quiet and weak. It sounded like you were crying and your eyes were red and puffy.

“Why don’t you step down from the ledge so we an talk about this?” I asked cautiously walking closer to you. You shook your head as you began to cry again. “I love you Y/N! Your not worthless, come down so I can show you how important you are.”

“No I can’t. I can’t do it John!” You sobbed turning back around facing away from me.

“Y/N please don’t ! You can, you can do this! Your so strong and so live Y/N. You still have your whole life ahead of you! Think about your family , your friends, me! What about us? How can we live with that? How can I live with myself if you do this?”

“I want to stop the pain!” You cried, as your arms wrapped around your stomach. I was crying too at this point.

“I can help you! But not like this Y/N, if you do this it may stop the pain for you but it won’t for me. You’ll just push that pain onto me, Alex, Herc, everyone!” I yelled that last part. My fists were clenched as my eyes were fixated on you, tears angrily streaming down my face. “Please.” I begged, my voice wobbly.

“I love you.” I could barely hear you but I did. “Goodbye John.” You said. My eyes widened as I scrambled over to you just as you fell.

“NO!” I reached forward as my stomach slammed into the ledge as I reached to grab you but you slipped right through my finger tips. I pushed myself away so I didn’t have to see you but the ground. A loud thump and a car alarm went off below. Falling back on my ass I covered my mouth with my hand as I sobbed.

-

Those were your last words to me.

I waited until after your funeral, it was closed casket by the way but that was expected.

I waited until later that night when Alex left.

I waited all day to see you again and I’m kinda jittery because it’s been what felt like forever but it’s been a week.

I pushed open the metal door open, walking out on the roof. I waited a few days to come back now here I am. With a quick swig of my beer I walked over to the ledge, setting down the bottle I stood back up and climbed onto the edge. I looked down at quiet street. I can see why you liked coming up here.

I closed my eyes and felt myself slowly fall forward.

Hey, my lovely duckies! Mackenzie here! I just wanted to thank you guys soo much for 1,000 followers! This means the whole world to me! You guys are the best people in the world! You’ve made my life a little easier and a lot brighter! I’ve made awesome friends and family because of Hamilton and this blog. So, to show you how much I appreciate you guys, I’ve decided to host a Write-a-thon for you guys! That’s right! Eight days with eight fic categories! This is to show you guys that you are my motivation for writing so I wanted to motivate you guys with this celebration! Here are the categories:

  • Day One: Soulmate AU (May 26)

This is one of the most popular prompts for fanfiction so I wanted to give this a go! This can be ANY soulmate AU you like/find/know! Here’s a list of Soulmate AU ideas if you get stuck!

  • Day Two: Disney AU (May 27)

Do you like Disney movies? Do you like certain scenes from Disney? Well, you can take the plot/storyline of ANY Disney film you like and make it into a fanfiction! Oh Boy!

  • Day Three: Time Period AU (May 28)

So this is where you can choose ANY time period in history (1920s, World Wars, Revolutions, Modern, Futuristic, etc) and write about characters based in that period. What are their occupations? Where do they live? How do they dress? The choices are up to you! As long as you keep with the rules of your chosen time period!

  • Day Four: Tv Show AU (May 29)

Love a certain Tv show? Think the storyline would be an awesome plot for a fanfic? Well, take your favorite Tv show and set your characters in that universe! Don’t forget to follow the rules and plotline for that show!

  • Day Five: College AU (May 30)

This is one of the most unoriginal AUs in any fandom but they’re still pretty fucking fun to write. So, just choose a college setting and make your characters be the sleep-deprived coffee addicts they are destined to be in a college setting.

  • Day Six: Beach AU (May 31)

Since it’s basically summer, let’s kick off the last day of May with a beach trip! Put your characters in a car and ship them off to do shenanigans at the crowded public beach. Make sure to pack sunscreen and floaties for the ones who can’t swim!

  • Day Seven: Hospital AU (June 1)

Everything’s fun and games until someone ends up in the ER. Place your characters in a situation where one of them ends up in the hospital. OR, make your characters all work at the same hospital like it’s a Tv drama or something. It’s up to you!

  • Day Eight: Video Game AU (June 2)

Basically, you take your favorite video game’s plot/storyline and turn it into a fanfiction! Don’t forget to follow the rules of the game’s universe!

Those are the days of the write-a-thon! I hope you have fun and try to participate in at least one of the days. The fics you write can be ANY fandom with ANY characters (Canon/Actors who played said characters/RPF) as long as you have fun! The dates for this write-a-thon is May 26 through June 2. I hope to see your work! 

TAG ME IN ALL YOUR WORKS FOR THIS WRITE-A-THON!

wild heart - olicity - pt. 1

title: ribs are a cage (of a wild heart)
ship: felicity/oliver
chapter rating: teen / pg-13
overall rating: explicit / nc-17
chapter warning(s): explicit violence
word count: 13,200
summary: Two years ago, Felicity Smoak nearly died in a fire that stole the lives of two of her friends and their entire family. Still recovering, her life changes even more when she’s bitten by a strange animal in the woods. Before she knows it, she’s got a feud with the full moon; a boy she thought she loved and lost is not-so-dead; and her sleepy town is being terrorized by a bloodthirsty monster. [ teen wolf au ]

dedication: for @latinasmoak


preview:

Felicity frowned. “What’re you doing here so late? We have school tomorrow.”

Sara lit up. “I heard something on my scanner—”

“You mean your dad’s old scanner that you stole and keep in your room and listen to even though he’s told you not to like a million times?”

“Yeah, that one.” She nodded. “Anyway, there’s a body in the woods. So, I guess that whole serial killer thing wasn’t totally off the mark.”

“A body?” Felicity’s gaze jumped past her toward the treeline. “Who was it? Do they know?”

“Not yet.” She shrugged. “The whole force was called in and they’re bringing in State police to check it out, too. Right now, nobody’s allowed to get too close. So, I thought… we should go see for ourselves.”

“What?” Felicity’s voice squeaked. “You want to go into the dark, creepy woods at night so we can find a dead body? Have you ever watched a horror movie!? Rhetorical, I already know you have because we have a monthly ‘scare Felicity’ movie-thon.”

“That’s what you call it, I just call it ’fun.’”

read: ffnet | ao3
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If anyone wants to fuel tonight’s writing with potstickers money, feel free?

Nah but like.

Monday nights are the best ever.

Relatedly, like I talked about in the above post: should I do a thing after the season ends where I have Fic-A-Thons on Monday nights for yall/keep the ask box open for Discourse on Monday nights?

Okay back to writing now baiiiiii.

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Prompt-a-thon Is Complete!

Originally posted by fresherbrine

I have officially done all 100 prompts that were collected back in December! Thank you guys for sending in prompts, as well as your likes and reblogs and comments! It was hard to get through so many, but every comment was a lovely gift <3

I’ll be loading these up on AO3 over the next few months, along with some of the promised expanded versions. I have hit my next follower milestone….but with obiyuki bingo and obiyukiweek coming up, I won’t be hosting another prompt-a-thon until…probably October. WE’LL SEE.

A Super Last Minute BookTube-A-Thon TBR 

Hey, so I have decided super last minute to participate in BookTube-A-Thon. I will probably do a short update post here at the end of each day as to what I have read, but I will also try and do more frequent updates on my twitter and instagram stories

Challenges and TBR

  • Read a Book With a Person on the Cover + Read a Hyped Book: When Dimple Met Rishi 

So for this book I’m combining two challenges because realistically I know I’m not going to be able to read one book for each challenge. When Dimple Met Rishi is a very hyped book and has a person on the cover (and the back cover!) so it fits perfectly for both challenges. 

  • Finish a Book in One Day: Ruin and Rising 

So this month I’ve been rereading The Grisha Trilogy, and I’m on this last book. Technically I’m already about 50 pages into this book but seeing as I’ve read it before I’m pretty sure I can finish the rest of it in a day. 

  • Finish a Book Outdoors: The Wicked and The Divine vol.2 

I usually don’t read outside, and to be honest I’m not sure where I’m gunna go to read outside, but this book is short so I feel like it I’ll be able to manage. 

  • Read About a Character That is Very Different from You: Ms. Marvel vol. 7 

I love this series with all of my heart and I’m really excited to see where this next volume goes. Kamala and I are very different people, both personality wise and life situation wise. 

(also this book is not pictured here because I have yet to get my hands on a copy.) 

  • Read a Book You Bought Because of the Cover: ???? 

I usually don’t buy books only because of the cover (it’s usually a combination of the blurb and the cover) so my plan is to go to my local bookstore and just get a book with a nice cover and not read the blurb, but also I might just forgo this challenge all together, I haven’t decided yet. 

Here’s the thing. 🍪
I give myself a cookie for every point I get from my read-a-thon accomplishments.
So basically, this is a booktube-a-thon reading update. 🤓
I have read ACOWAR which was my choice of hyped book. That’s one cookie.
Then Geekerella. That’s for person on the cover. That’s the second cookie.
And the third cookie is for that ACOWAR has a person on the cover, which gives me extra points. Hehe. 🤓
Basically, I’m way behind schedule. 😂
But I believe I can make it.
I have 3 days to go.
Wish me luck! 📚