i just needed something to write there are those were the less worse so yeah

Nice to Meet You

Summary: An Sam x reader a/b/o fic. The reader moves to a new town and changes careers, but those aren’t the only major life changes she’s faced with. (An AU where both Sam and the reader work at a high school.)

Warning: a/b/o dynamics, knotting and claiming, smut

Word Count: 5,000ish

A/N: I had fun writing his one. Hope y’all enjoy it, too! Feedback appreciated!! XOXO

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

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About Damn Time

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Anon request: could you please write a dean x reader fic where they end up locked in a confined space together that starts as annoyance but leads to more? and they’ve been hunting together a while but always had an antagonistic/teasing relationship to cover up that they have feelings for each other

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,000

Warnings: SMUT (that’s right, I wrote some smut. Can’t say it’s good, but it’s there) language, mention of death, minor angst, lots of sass

A/N: This is also for @wayward-marvel-sommer1196​‘s sarcastic writing challenge! Sorry I’m a little late - honestly I’m shocked and thrilled it didn’t take longer to finish this. Thanks for the fun challenge, and have a great semester, hun! (my prompt was "Oh, I offended you with my opinion? You should hear the ones I keep to myself…" and is in bold)

A/N/N: Look guys, a thing that isn’t firefighter Dean! It’s a miracle!

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anonymous asked:

here's a prompt where instead of neil getting hurt in a game, it's andrew

this turned into fluff????? mark this down on the calendar, guys, because I never turn angst into fluff at least not like this

Neil isn’t on the court when it happens, so he sees every second. It’s not the first time a team got it in their heads that the way to win the game was to sacrifice a striker in order to take down Andrew. But it’s the first time they’ve decided to sacrifice two strikers and a defensive dealer.

Andrew gets the ball out of the goal and then braces for the impact of the striker. If it had ended there, Andrew would have been fine, brick house that he is. But the other striker, in a blatant foul, rams into Andrew as well, and then the fucking defensive dealer piles on as well. Whistles blow and the buzzer goes off, calling the game to a halt as red cards are thrown and the referees make their way onto the field.

Neil is on his feet and running without remembering to tell his body to move. Wymack and the referees try to stop him, but Neil ducks and shoves past them. The other players are already on their feet, but Andrew is still on his back, racquet laying a foot from his extended hand. 

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First words [One-shot]

THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW BEFORE YOU READ!

First!

This little one-shot was inspired on two things:

-My relationship with my sister

-The manga “Shugo Chara”. For those who know the manga, it’s based from the chapter when the guardians go to Yaya’s house.

Second!

I tried to adjust Blueprint’s story to PaperJam’s story. So, since (according to his description) he lived with Ink until a certain age, he met Blueprint before the others. I also tried to make him the most canonically possible, but adjusting his personality to the story.

Third!

As you may know, English is not my first language. I deeply apologise if there are any Errors in the story. I checked it lots of times and hope there’s not a single Error ovo

 

DISCLAIMER:

*Ink!Sans belongs to @comyet

*PaperJam/PJ belongs to @7goodangel (I’m sorry if I didn’t make PJ’s personality too well. I tried to stick the “a jerk on the outside but a big child inside” part and this was what I got. Sorry ;u;)

Secondary characters

*Gradient belongs to @askcomboclub

*Moku belongs to  @6agentgg9

*Palette belongs to  @angexci 

And last, but not least

*Blueprint belongs to, well, me! 

Hope you guys like it!

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This will be narrated from PaperJam’s perspective.

 

I never was good with new people. And I wasn’t very happy when you came.


One day, Ink just came “home” with a baby, claiming that it was my “new brother”. I didn’t understand what was he saying with that, and then he showed you to me, my new little brother.

I wasn’t happy with this. I didn’t want a brother. I mean, Ink couldn’t even take care of me, why would he want to have another one? To let them here alone and forgotten with me? Wow, good plan, dad. However, he told me that you only would be staying with us for a day so I could get to know you, since bonding with brothers was very important and blah blah blah…

We spend a few hours talking about you and how you came to life. Apparently, you were just an accident, but not a bad one. And since he created you, you were my brother. Well, step-brother, because Blueberry was the other one that created you. I couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous… you were going to have caring parents and a better life than mine. What if Ink actually forgot entirely about me?

Yeah, the idea of having a brother was becoming less and less “exciting” to me.

But then, just before I started to think more things like that (which I thought was very rare for me), Ink suddenly had to go (I wasn’t surprised, with his work of protecting AUs and all; he barely had time to be here), cutting our conversation just when I actually started to enjoy it. Ink stood from the sofa and was about to open a portal when he realised something important:

Who was going to take care of you?

He told me that Blueberry and… Honey… I think, were with the other versions of them and he couldn’t take you to wherever they were. So, he had only one option… that I didn’t like, at all.


Why I had to take care of you?! I didn’t ask him for a brother and I didn’t know how to take care of a baby. I was five years old! I was starting to learn how to write and read! I remember arguing with him for a while, until I had to accept.

But not without asking something in return, of course.

In the end, he went to do whatever he needed and I was left alone with you. An awkward atmosphere formed where we were, since you found my face very interesting and kept your eyes on me for a really long time. I tried my best to ignore you, but you were too much persisting and even threw me some mini bones at me to gain my attention.

What a smart baby, huh? Well, we were magic skeleton monsters after all. But it was becoming annoying.

“What do you want?” I asked you and you only looked at me and babbled something. I instantly felt stupid, remembering that Ink told me you haven’t said your first word yet. how would you even tell me what you needed? You kept looking at me and then, surprisingly, your stomach made a noise.

Right… now I had to feed you.

Making something for you was horrible. I mean, we were in the Anti-Void and only had some snacks since we didn’t really need to eat, but being you a recently made creation, obviously needed to consume something, even if you had your HP full. Eventually, I found some milk and gave it to you, ending getting milk on my face and shirt because you apparently didn’t know how to drink it.

That was enough for me.

Usually, I’m not a person that gets mad easily. However, I did get mad that time. I stood abruptly from my seat and went to clean my face, leaving you alone on the sofa. Ink told me to not leave you, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be alone and so I did. I went to my bedroom (well, it’s not a real bedroom… just a bed that Ink made for me) and stayed here for a few hours. Maybe three or four…

It wasn’t until I heard a soft sound that I didn’t get up from my bed. And when I did, I instantly paled: You were lying on the floor crying softly. Your soft cries barely reaching my non-existent ears. And it wasn’t the worst. No, no.

You were blushing and sweating a lot. Were you sick? In that moment I didn’t know.

Quickly, I went to your side and picked you up, checking if you had hurt yourself from the fall. Luckily you didn’t have any bruises, but your skull was very hot. Now you were sick? And I was alone.

Great!

How you could get sick so easily and fast? I didn’t understand that at all! Was that the real reason of why Ink brought you here? So he could watch over you while Blueberry and Honey were busy? If that was the reason, he was very irresponsibly by leaving you with me: a child, taking care of another child!

I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t use magic to help you, I couldn’t ask Ink for help, I couldn’t open a portal and find Blueberry… I couldn’t do anything. And I was scared.

What if something happened? What if you started to feel worse? What if…

What if you died?

Those thoughts were swirling in my head, making me fell worst and worst. I didn’t want you to die.

Come on! You had a great life ahead! You would have a caring family and friends and maybe… maybe we would have been friends! I should have watched you. Maybe if I haven’t left you alone…

I couldn’t help to feel guilty, even knowing that it wasn’t my fault that got sick. In that moment, I didn´t cared about anything, just you.

It was in that moment when Ink decided that he should go home, and so he did. He came to the Anti-Void and found me on the sofa, hugging you like it was the last time I’d see you and honestly, that’s what I thought. He rushed to my side, worryingly asking what was wrong. I wasted no time and explained him what happened, apologising for being a bad brother and almost crying

Almost, ok?

What I wasn’t expecting was that Ink just took you and, with a quick spell, healed you. I mean, I knew magic were fast and efficient but, that was just too fast. When I asked him why, he explained that you were having some problems with your soul.

You see, brother (and also you, reader), Ink told me you were created without a soul, since you were just a magic drawing. So, he made an artificial one for you with the same paint he used to create you. Apparently, he didn’t want you to become like some “evil flower”.

Your soul was like your eyes: a blue diamond. And that soul was filled with Prussian blue paint that could give you the emotions you needed. It seemed like your body wasn’t used to having it yet and would make you sick from time to time. I didn’t quite understand that, but I was relieved when he said you would be fine.

The rest of the day was peaceful. Ink and I talked about random things while you slept. It was… nice, being with them like we were a family. That’s what we are, right? Yeah, right.

Eventually it was time to bring you back home. Ink said that you won’t be coming anytime soon because he wanted to protect you from dangerous people (aka, Error). It kind of made me sad, not being able to talk you again for a long time, but… it had to be done, hadn’t it? Ink made a portal back to Underswap and gave me time to say goodbye to you. After that, he started to walk to the portal, stopping when you started to squirm under his grasp.

Curious, I walked to the portal. You immediately looked at me and gave me a huge simile, saying (or trying to say) something that made us look at you in surprise:

My name. Yes, my name!

It was kind of babbled and wasn’t my full name but… It was your very first word. And it wasn’t “dad” or “mom”… no, it was “PJ”

You didn’t have idea of how happy you made me that day. The day when I found you, disliked you and then liked you and accepted the idea that we were brothers. And, in the bottom of my soul, I hoped to see you again.

Maybe having a little brother wouldn’t be that bad, right?

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I hope you liked it! It was an idea I had for while uvu and really needed to make it. We now know more about Print and PJ’s relationship. I won’t say PJ likes him because he’s not my character and don’t want to say incorrect things (since he isn’t one to make friends). So, I only will say that Blueprint’s first words made him very happy.

I’m sorry if it looks rushed, but this isn’t a story. It just PaperJam talking with Blueprint and telling him the story (with some people spying on them(?))

1. I should’ve bought more flowers for you, now I buy flowers even if today isn’t Valentine’s Day or a day with a specific meaning, in a way, every petal is imbued with an apology and every time someone leans in to smell it they can feel the parts of me that you’ve forgiven far long before I could

2. I didn’t start to feel better until I started to take better care of myself, a constant whisper of you saying “i was just worried about you”

3. You can’t let someone be your only source of happiness because once they’re gone, you’re all alone again and there’s nothing worse than starting all the way back over with yourself: square one of a broken heart multiplied by the intensity of she’s not coming back, let her go

4. Music will never betray me

5. Poetry is thinking that you’ve got it figured out and a metaphor is just your way of saying I don’t

6. Art rules the world and I am a masterpiece in progress; how can I love myself like how you did if I can’t see that little bit?

7. Lust isn’t conducive for growth, it’s like an addict trying to get his fix– some day, he’s going to break and not even the drug can help him

8. I buy myself nice things, but I can’t fill this emptiness inside of my heart– I guess some nights, I just miss being next to you

9. I still can’t get used to sleeping alone

10. Sometimes I wish I would’ve picked up your phone calls during the first few months, I broke my promise and you know something? I regret it

11. I threw away our love letters and memories two months ago, I cried the whole time– yeah, still a fool for you, but baby, we’ve changed so much, I’m happy with my unhappy

12. You once told me to go on many adventures without you, did you account for my depression? You know, I don’t blame you for any of this. In reality it was always an us thing, a too young thing, a stupid, mad love thing– as always, I still love you, I just don’t know what love is anymore

13. They were right, soulmates touch you and they change you forever– the moment a colorful paint filled brush hits the water and the figments of colors flow into the cup, you left my soul with so many seasons, I’m still raking up the leaves from last fall

14. The last time I saw you we shouldn’t have had sex, I think that night really broke you– I think that night really broke me too

15. I should’ve laid my head onto your chest and counted your heartbeats more often, I’m sorry

16. Sometimes when I talk to people and tell them random facts that you’ve filled my head up, I swear I can hear your voice echo in the back of my head– “baby, check this out, you’re gonna love it”

17. I always do

18. I still remember your favorite Harry Potter line

19. After all of this time? …Always.

20. I smoke cigarettes to think about how to think less, the fucking irony

21. I take painkillers and my excuse is that my right hand still hurts, in truth, I’m just another addict that believes if I take another maybe my heart might just start to sound like it belongs to me

22. I didn’t cut myself because I wanted to die, I cut myself open because I wanted to feel how often I made your heart break, each scar on my shoulders is a time when I’ve made you cry

23. And each night that I can’t sleep, I stay up wishing that you’re doing okay

24. I don’t pray often, but when I do, I always prayed for your mom, although she hated me, I’m so glad that she put you on this earth to allow us to meet– I have changed so much since I’ve met you

25. The crazy part? You still change me everyday

26. You know the renaissance era? Falling in love with you was like that

27. My favorite photo of us were those two kids eating a banana split at the New Orleans mall, I miss those two innocent kids, oh, how we’ve changed

28. We are destined to have this eternal flame kind of distance– the brighter I burn, the more you’ll read, the only thing that keeps me writing some days is knowing that somewhere, somehow you’re always reading, no matter who you’re with or if you’re laughing or crying or smiling

29. My number one fan was always you first

30. I’ve made so many bad decisions, you were never one of them

31. I’ve written so many bad poems, you were in every single one

32. I’ve written some pretty great ones too tho…!
You were also in those

33. I miss cleaning your eyes for you

34. I have met some amazing people because of what happened to us

35. I can’t get you by Fallbrooke the acoustic version is no longer on the internet, the funny part? The very last day that it was on the web, I downloaded it right before they removed it. It’s still my favorite song of all time, our song

36. Hold your tears by Clazziquai too

37. Sometimes when I get off from work, I sit in the car and cry, some tears don’t have meaning, they just need to come out

38. I claim to write poetry, but I feel like they’re just love letters sent to no one in particular

39. It’s not that I’m not over you, I’m just trying to get used to not needed you

40. It’s not that it hurts to the point where I can’t breathe, I’m just trying to light my own path to self-love and healing

41. The fact that your favorite color is orange, it makes the fruit taste some type of way

42. Sometimes I want to call you, but I don’t

42. Sometimes I want to text you and I do

43. Sometimes I want you to answer, I’m glad you don’t

43. Sometimes I just want to say fuck it all and call, I’m glad that I don’t

44. You stopped writing when we first met, in some way, the girl that waits by the shore has left a million pens near my desk and to this day– I wait by the shore too, just in case inspiration hits, right?

45. Our little codes of love finally decoded enough for me to not be blinded by you

46. We were both messed up people, I think we knew that about each other and maybe that’s why I always know when you’re not feeling okay

47. I still don’t have love figured out, but damn I’ll open every fucking door in my heart even if I have to go down the sewer to find every key

48. Someone says that she’s falling for me, I’m legit afraid to hurt people now– like it’s a real fear, I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore

49. I should’ve given you the stars, but instead I left your heart scattered across the universe

50. It’s been almost two year and I’m still writing about you, but at least it’s less often, right?

51. You’ve always been kinda self-centered, I think you enjoy it when I write about you. Like if I write about you in some way, maybe I’m still yours

52. We were just too damn young to realize how destructive passion, love, romance, stagnation, betrayal and pain is when mixed together

53. Sometimes I go to the places that we used to go just to create new memories without you

54. Sometimes it works

55. Most of the time, it just flicks me off

56. My brain is constantly telling me that I’m a fuck up and the more I try to get it right, the more I keep getting it wrong

57. I am trying to master the art of letting go

58. And this list is a step towards better things

59. And this life is going to be alright

60. Without you, I am still me

61. Without you, I can still breathe

62. Without you, I am still alive

63. Without you, I am still poetry

64. I can barely remember your face, I guess being around a lot of different people at work helps out plenty

65. This world is filled with pain, I hope you look back and smile about us some day

66. Maybe when you’re old and grey– you’ll remember those two young kids who slow danced in the dark

67. If we were made from the same star, I want to return home some day

68. I want to shine bright enough for the two of us

69. You’re still my best friend even if we no longer talk

70. You’ll always be my best friend

71. I still care about you

72. A whole fucking lot

73. The world is full of mysteries, I’m glad that we’re in the known, I’m glad that we’ve met

74. I hope you never regret me, you wanna know why? I could never, ever, ever, ever regret you

75. I don’t know how to open up to people anymore and I’m not sure if it’s my fault or yours– maybe this one time, it’s our fault… are you like this too?

76. I’ve been told that I’m too hard on myself, I firmly believe that one of the reason as to why we split was because I wasn’t hard enough on myself– I got too fucking comfortable with your promises and I took you for granted

77. Life waits for no one

78. I let an ex of mine break my red and black ring– she said that if I was over you, I’d let her break. I let her break it, but jokes on me, it didn’t change a thing about how I still feel about you

79. I keep writing and writing and writing because one of these days– it’ll stop being about you

80. Sometimes it works, but deep down, I know in some way, you’ll always find a way to sneak back out

81. I can’t get you out of my head sometimes

82. It’s even harder because you’re still inside of my heart

83. I saw this cool picture on Tumblr with someone cutting a piece of herself off that resembled two lovers splitting up, that shit looked like it hurt

84. Love hurts because even eating cotton candy ice cream really fast will give you a brain freeze

85. You didn’t like my rat tail idea, I grew one out just to fuck with you. Jokes on me, I love it now.

86. You never really supported the idea of me being anything, tbh, it’s not your fault. None of it is. I should’ve been my own motivation. I guess by supporting you through nursing school, I wanted to hear you say that I could do it even when I was at my lowest point.

87. I realized a few thing about loving you.

88. When you hit rock bottom, few will be loyal enough to stick it out with you

89. Money rules the world, since I’m not wealthy in any way– one day when I am, I can laugh a little about all of this

90. I think you loved our memories more than you loved me, in truth, I did too

91. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to get close to people

92. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to let you go

93. Maybe that’s why you still read

94. We had something raw and experimental, young and dumb, mistakes on top of mistakes

95. It was a perfect compass to point us to our future selves

96. I know a great many things now– although I am depressed, with or without you

97. I am great, I am strong

98. I am my own happy before anyone else’s

99. I can love myself enough to let you go

100. I had to hurt you to really, really grow–
I think to this day, that’s the thing that hurts me the most. That I had to hurt my best friend in this whole wide world, to make you crumble, to make you cry, to make you hate me– I had to do all of that in order to love myself. And it’s sad because here I am, still trying to figure it all out.



With or without you, I will be a better person.
—  100 things I figured out when we broke up
Happier - Jughead Jones

Request: Hi there! I’ve been obsessed with Happier by Ed Sheeran lately. I was wondering if maybe you could do one where Jughead and the Reader broke up and Betty and Jug are together and maybe the readers a singer and she sings the song at a show or something? Thank youuu 💕💕 You writing is amazing btw

@satanwithstardust also wrote a fic based on this song, you should go and read it because she’s bae kthxbye :3 oh and uhh this goes out to… my mother! @betty-coopers-number-one-stan 

Warnings: saddish :c

Hope this was okay, and thank you so much!

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It had been a month and you still found yourself huddled up in your duvet, trying to keep your mind off of recent events by listening to Hamilton and Divide on repeat. Said recent events included a certain boy who’s name used to make your cheeks heat up and your smile bloom wide. 

Currently, the name sent a spear of repentance, grief and anguish through you, practically embedding itself in your heart so you could hear it tear in two.

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Sixteen Years

Pairing: Lin x Reader

Words: 2820

Summary: You’ve known Lin for sixteen years, and been in love with him the whole time.

Warnings: swearing, awful proofreading because I finished this at like, one a.m. and I think that’s it :)

A/N: This is the first fanfic I’ve ever really written. I really don’t know if it’s any good but I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it – Skye x


March 19th 2016

“That’s a really stupid idea, man.” you smirked, throwing yourself down on the seat across from him.

“Ever heard of knocking?” Lin asked without turning to look at you. He’d become immune to your smartass comments and your intruding – you lived in the same house but somehow, he considered it intruding.  

“I live here, Lin. I don’t knock.”

“Clearly.” he replied, eyes still glued to his work.  

“Look who’s being the smartass now, Miranda.”

“Oh, bringing out the last name? I’m hurt.”

You laughed, leaving him to get back to his work. The only reason you hadn’t left his office was because you loved watching him work: he got so immersed in his work, almost like he was in a different world. He hadn’t bothered to question what you thought was a stupid idea. He probably didn’t care, you weren’t exactly great at lying to him. Though, Jasmine would probably argue that you were great at lying to Lin.  

Nearly everyone knew about the crush you had on him. Everyone except him. For years you had been enduring the jokes about it, and for a long time you’d been subtly kicking people under the table, but mostly Anthony. Anthony found the fact that you’d lived with Lin for years, been in love with him for most of those years and he still didn’t know was hilarious. He made a point of making a least one joke about it every time he saw you. Slowly, you’d realised that boys really don’t make any sense.  

Lin held everything in your life together. From bringing you coffee during finals week in college to proofreading every stupid draft you’d ever written, he was there. From you making him sleep after two days without any to you dragging the founding fathers with him, you’d been there. Through everything the two of you had been there. There in the place you called home. Despite how messy your apartment was – piles of paper drafts, pens scattered everywhere and the vastly ignored chore chart – it was home. Over the years you’d known Lin, you’d come to realise that home was wherever he was.  


February 23rd 2000

“Hey, uh, are you okay?”  

For hours you’d been sitting in the library, scribbling in a notebook, attempting to draft papers that you had due. You’d been skipping between two of them. By this point your handwriting was so smudged and rushed that even you could barely read it, after years of having to translate the mess to other people. It had been a while since you stopped counting how many people told you that you really needed to sort your handwriting out. You could read it, that was enough. But tonight, you were just too tired.

The guy across from you was looking at you now. He must’ve thought you were deranged; eye bags that were almost black rather than purple, hands in your hair and crumpled up balls of paper surrounding you. Looking up from your drafts you took in his appearance. He looked almost as stressed as you did. You smiled.

“Yeah. Sorry if I look a bit weird, I have papers I need to write and, honestly, it’s not going so well,” you replied. He laughed, getting a glare from the librarian. You almost resented her for the glare. His laugh was brilliant, almost like a child’s. It was happy and made everything feel a little less stressful.  

“I feel you. I’ve been in here all day, I even fell asleep earlier.” you laughed as he continued, “I’m really shocked Ms G hasn’t kicked me out yet. Oh, I’m Lin, by the way. Not that you needed to know, but I thought maybe knowing my name would make me seem like less of some random weirdo annoying you while you’re trying to study-”

“Do you always talk this much or is it a weird stage of sleep deprived?” you joked, smirking as he caught onto his rambling. “I’m Y/N.”  

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” he smiled.


March 9th 2008

“You did it!” you grinned, throwing your arms around Lin as he came backstage. He laughed, picking you up and spinning you.  

“Ugh, get a room.” Karen moaned, watching as he set you back down. You knew she was joking, just one of the many to catch on to your crush on Lin and poke fun at it. As you hugged her you could see Lin making faces behind her. You tried not to laugh, Karen noticed and whipped her head around.  

“Something funny, Miranda?”  

He was still making a face when she spoke to him. You watched as his face dropped, realising the situation he’d just landed himself in. Karen and Lin were like siblings, and Karen was definitely the stone cold big sister, even though she had a heart of gold.  

“No?” he answered, though it sounded more like a question. Karen smirked.  

“The shit I put up with,” she mumbled, walking off and leaving you and Lin alone.

The two of you laughed.  

You were so proud of Lin. In The Heights was on Broadway; his show was on Broadway, the show he’d been working on for years had finally taken off. Looking at him, you realised that he was no longer the kid across the table from you in the library. The kid that had taken the time to check if you were okay, then rambled for what felt like forever. He was different now, but he was still Lin, still your best friend.  

He wrapped his arms around you again. You pressed your head to his chest, listening to his steady heart as you hoped that he couldn’t hear yours racing.  

In those few minutes you spent in his arms you began to wonder if this was the end of an era. Was this the end of three a.m. coffee runs? Was this the end of pissing off the neighbours with playing the piano at ridiculous times of the night? Was this the end of the life you’d become accustomed to? But you kept listening to the beat of his heart and little by little, you realised it wasn’t the end of anything. Lin was still Lin, and that meant coffee at three a.m. and playing the piano ridiculously late at night.

“I did it, Y/N,” he whispered.

“You did it, Lin-Manuel Miranda. You did it.”


June 29th 2013

“Burr always held back, he never pushed forward with his ambition.”

“Are you psychoanalyzing Aaron Burr?”

Lin grinned sheepishly, turning around to look at you. He was sat at his piano, attempting to meet Hamilton deadlines and mumbling about the founding fathers to himself.

“Perhaps,”  

When Lin had decided his next project was going to be a musical about Alexander Hamilton you hadn’t been surprised. You had said: ‘Stupid ideas are usually your best ones, run with it’. Four years later, you had been proved right. Hamilton was one of the best ideas he’d ever had. He frantically tried to meet deadlines and you brought home coffee and books about U.S. history.

“Why am I not surprised,” you mumbled. “You have a point though, dude was pretty messed up. I mean, he ran for president and had like, zero campaign.”  

Lin laughed, picking up his notebook. Usually he’d scribble down the sessions in which the two of you would bitch about the founding fathers. Once, you’d asked him why and his only response was a shrug and an incoherent mumble. Sometimes he’d play drafts for you and you’d hear some of lyrics, that really just sounded like five year olds arguing, and you just knew that those were the ones derived from the two of you moaning about how stupid Alexander was sometimes.

“That he did.” Lin laughed, still writing in the tattered old notebook.  

“Need more coffee?” you asked. It had been hours since either of you had brought some home. For the past week whenever coffee was needed someone, usually you, had to go out and buy some. All because Lin was too lazy to buy more after he had finished the coffee in the house.  

“Yeah, please. Do you think you could get it? I kinda got something going,” he motioned towards his notebook and piano. You nodded, grabbing your bag and you shoes. He waved as you left, locking the door behind you.  

Stepping into the cold air you sighed. Maybe you should’ve listened to Karen all those years ago, back when In The Heights was still in rehearsals and she had asked you what was really the worst that could happen if you told him. But here you were, thirteen years into a friendship with him and still hopelessly in love with the guy.


April 7th 2015

“Y/N, your eyes literally turn into hearts every time you see him. Cartoon style.” Daveed laughed. Renee and Pippa smiling as they warmed up.  

“Fuck all of you guys.” you groaned.  

“Who are we fucking?” Anthony interjected, suddenly appearing in the room.  

“At this rate, not you.” you shot at him. As he placed a hand on his heart, faking hurt you couldn’t help but dissolve into laughter.

Ever since you’d actually admitted to the Hamilton cast that you were ridiculously head over heels for Lin, you hadn’t heard the end of it. They’d all known for ages that you liked him, and had been cracking jokes about it since you met them, but now that you were no longer denying it; it was even worse.  

Daveed was still looking at you with 'heart eyes’ and his tongue out. You rolled your eyes and turned away from him, still hearing the laughter behind you. Leaving the room, you went to find Lin.  

After looking for a while and being unable to find him, you sent him a text letting him know that you were leaving – as much as you loved the cast and everyone else, you had your own job to attend to. Plus, hanging around the Public all day made you bored. Whenever Lin wasn’t there you just felt like there wasn’t a point in being there.  

Arriving at your work, you hung up your jacket and started up a conversation with Ella, the girl you worked with most days.

“For April, it is surprisingly hot out there,” you spoke.

“And yet you were still wearing your jacket.” Ella replied smoothly, as though she’d been waiting to say it to you. You smiled at her.  

“It’s me, Ella. Did you expect anything less?” She laughed, handing you her jacket.

“Could you hang that up for me please? So that your coat isn’t lonely.”

“I swear, this is bullying,” you mumbled.

Your day went by quickly, the small bookstore you worked in was fairly busy and even after a seven hour shift it still felt like you had more hours left.  

Walking home in the dark wasn’t so bad. You’d grown used to it, even learning to enjoy the solitude and the freedom to think by yourself for a while. Eventually, your thoughts led you back to Lin. You hadn’t seen him all day and the effect was setting in. You weren’t smiley or chatty. You just wanted to be home, to be in the same room as him for a little while. Just the two of you; no castmates joking about your impending doom and no stress of acting like the feelings weren’t there.  

Just you and Lin. That was all you needed.


August 6th 2015

“You did it! Again!” you grinned as Lin came backstage. It had been just over seven years since the last time you’d done this. Since the last time he’d picked you up and spun you around. The two of you spent a few minutes in the embrace, unwilling to let each other go.  

“It’s been seven years since I last heard you say that,” he smiled.

“I can tell you right now that that’s a lie, but, I’ve been waiting all this time to say it like that again.” you laughed, finally tearing yourself from his arms.  

“God, get a room,” Daveed groaned. You and Lin looked at each other and burst out laughing. Everyone except Chris was staring at the two of you, unable to understand the laughter. When you stopped laughing you figured you owed Daveed an explanation, but didn’t bother. Instead, Chris filled everyone in.  

“Karen said that exact same thing on Heights opening night.”  

“Wow, even in 2008 you guys were all over each other,” Anthony smirked.  

Eventually everyone retreated back to their dressing rooms. You and Lin walked to his in silence. Once inside, he pulled you into another hug. This time, his heart was racing and you could hear it. You had hoped not to cry again that night but you were.  

Everything Lin did amazed you. His talent and his ambition and his ability to make your heart jump with one look. It had been seven long years of stress and tears and crumpled up drafts but here the two of you were again. At the Broadway opening of Hamilton. You smiled into his chest as you made an attempt to dry your tears.  

“Sometimes, I swear you’re the only reason I ever get anything done.” he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear.  

The tears started again.


March 19th 2016

“Hey, Lin?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”  

This was it. This was sixteen long years of friendship about to be changed, no matter his reaction. You looked at him before speaking. There was the rambling kid from college who sat across from you in the library, there was the man who has held you close on the biggest night of his life, there was the guy who made fun of historical U.S. politicians with you, there was the best friend who somehow disappeared into the Public, there was the Lin who had cried with you in his dressing room, there was the person you were in love with.  

Admittedly, the years hadn’t been all smiles. But regardless, they’d been the best sixteen years of your life. You had become someone so amazing that fourteen year old you would’ve been shocked. Lin had become someone so brilliant that twenty year old you wouldn’t have been able to understand. The two of you had become so astounding.  

“I’m in love with you.” you blurted, surprising yourself. Before Lin could reply you kept going.  

“I’ve been in love with you since you proofread my paper and all you could say was: 'You’re gonna be even more amazing someday’. I’ve spent sixteen years watching girls come and go, scaring them off when you couldn’t get rid of them yourself. Spent those sixteen years wishing it was me. I loved you when you hugged me backstage after Heights’ opening and all I could hear was your heart beating and wondering how you were so calm. I loved you when you were analysing Aaron Burr at four in the morning. I loved you when you spent an hour in my bookshop pretending to be looking at things just to spend your break with me. I loved you when you held me tight and told me I was the only reason you ever get anything done. And I love you right now, looking at you and wondering where the clumsy college kid went but knowing he turned into you and I couldn’t be more proud. I love you Lin-Manuel Miranda and for the first time in sixteen years I can’t bite my tongue about it anymore.”

Before you knew it, Lin’s lips were on yours. The kiss was short, but in the short amount of time sixteen years had spilled onto your lips.  

“I have loved you since you looked at me with the brightest eyes and asked if I really meant it when I said you were brilliant, Y/N Y/L/N.”

Suddenly, sixteen years seemed like just the beginning.

Sassy Stark Pt. 1

Pairing: Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader, a lil bit of Capsicle on the side

Warnings: None

Word count: 812

A/N: Tony’s my favourite and I wanted to write a dad!Tony series for so long! The reader is slightly based on me (I say slightly, I mean completely lmao) and @fandommaniacx approved of this, so here it is. 

Part 2  -  Part 3  -  Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

Originally posted by dailymarvel

Life isn’t easy - especially not if your dad is Tony Stark and everyone expects you to be just like him and you’re not like him, at all. Admittedly, you definitely had inherited the sass and wit of your father, but definitely not his genius. Which neither him nor you gave a fuck about, it was just that the public did.

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About Daisies and Sunflowers - Ch. 1

A/N: This wasn’t requested! I came up with the idea when @dehinprettycursive and I were talking about Evan Hansen and Disney and I knew I had to write this! There will be more parts to this!

Pairing: prince!Evan Hansen x fem!reader

Warning(s): I mean anxiety is mentioned quite a lot, Evan has an anxiety attack, lmao run-on sentences probably

Word count: 1,996


Being a prince was hard enough, but being a prince with severe social anxiety? Practically impossible. At least, that’s what Prince Evan Hansen thought. He knew that he was lucky enough to have a mom who was so understanding of his situation, but he couldn’t help but feel like his life would be easier if he didn’t have to constantly worry about making a bad impression on the people he was forced to interact with at his mother’s extravagant balls.

It wasn’t necessarily a secret that his people thought Evan was going to be a weak ruler, it was the main gossip throughout the kingdom. ‘He just doesn’t have the backbone’ and ‘He can barely get one sentence out without stuttering or rambling, how is he going to rule a kingdom?’ were things he heard often. His mother would try her best to destroy these rumors, and her efforts would work for awhile; until Evan would find a way to embarrass himself at a ball or a dinner party.

As much as he tried to stop feeling so anxious, he couldn’t help it. He had tried everything. Physical therapy to keep him from hunching his shoulders and keep him from picking at his nails, medicine from the local apothecary to ease his queasy stomach and nerves, meditation to help clear his mind and keep him from rambling and stuttering. Nothing worked. Evan felt as if there was nothing he could do to help. The prince never felt less princely in his life.

Evan’s least favorite events were the matchmaking balls. Despite his protests, his mother threw one twice a year following his 16th birthday. He was now 19, and this was the 6th one was forced to endure. When asked, his mother would tell him it was because he needed to marry, so he could have a queen, that she was getting older and couldn’t be Queen for much longer. The very thought of having to rule a kingdom made Evan feel like he was going to vomit, nevermind worrying about finding someone to marry who he would ultimately spend the rest of his life with.

The day of preparation before the ball was usually when Evan’s anxiety started to build. The atmosphere of the palace was different, and while it might seem cheerful and exciting to others, to Evan it felt like he was slowly falling into the depths of Hell. It continued to get worse as the day crept on, and Queen Heidi could tell that her son was on edge, more so the usual.

“Evan, sweetheart? Are you feeling alright?” She asked him when they sat down for dinner the night before.

“Y-yeah, mom. Just- just excited for the ball tomorrow,” Evan said. His voice betrayed his words and displayed his anxiousness to his mother. She sighed and reached over, touching his hand gently. “Everything is going to be fine! You always worry about these things, and they always end up turning out perfectly okay, don’t they?” Evan swallowed heavily. “W-well, what about the time that I-I spilled wine all over Dutchess Murphy’s daughter and she w-was wearing that really pretty blue dress a-and it stained and-” Heidi quieted her son’s ramblings with a gentle pat on his hand. “Lady Zoe was not upset with you, she knew it was an accident. It turned out okay in the end.”

    Evan knew his mother was right, and after dinner he decided to talk a walk through the flower-filled walking garden his mother had planted especially for him. It was open to anyone who came to the palace, but it was originally planted for Evan after his father died. That was around the time that Evan’s anxiety began to develop, and after noticing the obvious changes in her son, Heidi had the gardeners plant a big garden where Evan could go to when he felt the need to calm down. It had proved successful in preventing many of his attacks. To Evan, there was just something about the different kinds of flowers and trees that calmed his nerves.

    His favorite spot to visit in this garden was kind of a hidden one. It was a little area behind a small patch of crape myrtle trees, where nobody could see him, but he could see the entire garden. Only two people knew of it, Prince Jared, a boy whose mother was very close to Evan’s own mother, and Lord Connor, a disgruntled boy who acted as if he was anything but royalty.

Jared had followed Evan there one day, after noticing that the boy seemed troubled. Jared would never admit it, and he played it off as if he was just being nosy, but he was concerned for the other prince. When he found Evan, he saw him hyperventilating with tears in his eyes. Ever since then, Jared made it a point to check in with Evan at least once during these parties to make sure the other boy was feeling okay.

Connor found it by stumbling upon it during one of the parties. He, too, was looking for a place to get away, and noticed what seemed to be a little hideaway amongst some trees. He had made his way over and was surprised to find the timid prince the party was thrown for. Evan could tell that Connor was obviously not doing too well, and he moved over enough for Connor to sit next to him. The two boys didn’t say much, but they knew they would be in that position many more times.

Other than those two people, however, nobody knew of Evan’s hideaway. Maybe that’s why he was so surprised to find you there at the night of the party. He was on the verge of an anxiety attack, quickly making his way to his hideaway, when he noticed you standing directly in front of the entrance, admiring the flowers on the trees. He hadn’t seen you at any of the other parties his mother had thrown before, but you definitely looked like royalty to him.

The dress you were wearing was simple, but it make you look like a goddess. You were so beautiful to him that he almost forgot what he came out here to get away from (several of his mother’s friends were desperately trying to convince Evan that her daughter would be perfect as his bride, all at once). Of course, his mind was quick to remind him of the reason he was avoiding people. His breathing began to speed up once more, and he couldn’t stop the tears from welling up.

The sound of his breathing cutting through the otherwise silent night caught your attention and you turned your head to face the noise. You were startled by the sight of the crying boy. “Are you okay?” You asked him timidly. The boy just stood there, his chest moving rapidly up and down as he struggled to breathe. You inched closer to him slowly, not wanting to startle him. “Is it… is it okay if I touch you?” You tried once more.

This time you received a nod of the head. You gently grabbed his hand and his eyes snapped down to look your intertwined fingers. “Hey, focus on me okay? Focus on my breathing,” you said, gently tilting his head up so he had to look at you. You took a deep breath and released it slowly. He tried to get his breathing to mimic yours.

It took a few minutes, but eventually his breathing calmed and his tears subsided. His eyes finally focused in on yours, and for a second he almost had trouble breathing again. You were so beautiful. “Th-thank you…” he whispered. Realizing that you probably thought he was a freak, he quickly pulled his hand from yours and averted his stare.

“U-Um, please… please don’t tell anyone what y-you saw, please… I’m s-supposed to be strong a-and if anyone knew that I h-had an attack l-like that I… I would be e-even more of a laughing stock…” His words were barely loud enough for you to hear, but you managed. “I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry. I’ve had my fair share of anxiety attacks,” you told him. He risked a glance up at you, and instead of finding a mocking gaze, he found a warm smile.

Once you got a good look at his face you had to take a moment. You weren’t expecting him to be so attractive. Even with red eyes and tear tracks all over his cheeks, he was definitely a sight to behold. “I’m (Y/N), and you are?” You held out a hand for a handshake. The boy glanced at your hand and then down at his. He nervously wiped his hand off on his pants before lightly grabbing your hand in his. “I’m, uh.. I’m Evan. Hansen,” he said. You recognized the name, and panicked slightly.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t realize! I’ve been so informal with you! My mom is going to have my head! I’m so sorry! I’m just new to this whole royalty and nobility stuff, you know? My mom married the king from a neighboring kingdom 6 months ago, so I haven’t been fully trained in all the noble talk yet. I am so sorry if I came off as rude!” Evan watched you with wide eyes. Whatever friendliness was there before has disappeared in your attempt to be formally correct.

“No, don’t apologize! Uh, I mean, it’s okay, j-just… treat me like a normal person? Please? I-I never get treated like I-I’m,” he trailed off.

“Like you’re what?” You asked him. He cleared his throat. “Like I’m a friend.” The look of sadness and desperation in his eyes almost broke your heart. “Very well, then,” you gave him a smile, “I’m Princess (Y/N), but you can just call me (Y/N). You’re Evan.” He nodded in what seemed to be a grateful way.

You two spent almost two hours in his garden, talking. Well, it was mostly him talking, you were listening. You had asked him what a certain type of flower was, and he hadn’t stopped talking since. You didn’t mind though, his voice was nice and you found the things he was saying to be very interesting.

“And that one is-” Evan stopped talking suddenly. You frowned and looked over at the boy next to you. “Um… I’m sorry… if my rambling was annoying you or boring you… you don’t have to stay and talk if you don’t want to,” he said quietly. Your eyes widened and you grabbed his hand without thinking.

“No! I enjoy listening to you!” You said quickly, not wanting him to get the wrong idea.

“R-really?” He asked insecurely.

You nodded. “I promise.”

You two never bothered to separate your hands as you continued to walk around the garden. And that was how Heidi found her son; walking hand-in-hand with a beautiful girl and the biggest smile on his face that she had ever seen. Deciding to just let you be, she rushed back into the palace.

It was nearly midnight when you realized you needed to get back to your mother and step-father. “Listen, Evan,” you began, interrupting his sentence about a special kind of lily, “I really hate to have to leave, but my mother is waiting for me.”

“Oh.”

Hearing the disappointment in his voice, you quickly backtracked. “But I do want to keep in touch with you!” He glanced up at you with surprise. “You, uh… you do?” He asked. You nodded. “Would you like to write to me?” You asked.

“YES!” He almost yelled, a bright red blush covering his face. “Uh, I-I mean… yeah sure, if you want me to.”

You giggled softly and bravely leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “I’ll be awaiting your letter.” You said softly, a blush covering your cheeks now as well, before you dashed off, back into the pajlace to find your mother.

Good Girl

Originally posted by perksofbeinganavengers

Tony x Daughter!Reader

Author: Katy

Word Count: 819

Warnings: some kissing, some unwanted kissing, tried not to make anything too graphic :/

Request: Can I request a dad tony one where his daughter is a total sweetheart so people try to take advantage of her but when a guy from school goes too far and lays a hand on her the wrong way she totally kicks his ass? She may be a sweetheart but she was trained by Natasha

A/N: Aw man, it’s been so long since I’ve written. I’m so sorry for not posting, life has finally almost completely calmed down and I finally found the motivation to write (woohoo!) I know I’m not that great of a writer, but I hope y’all like! 


Y/N had always had that ‘good girl’ vibe. She wore pastel colors and flowy sun dresses. Everyone at school could count on her to be a friend. Her record was clean, and unlike her father, most people seemed to like her. Just given a glance you’d never tell she was a Stark. She was the kind of girl that could do no wrong.

It had been a fairly uneventful day, you were just about to walk into 5th period when someone stopped you.

“Hey, Y/N, we need to talk,” Jace spoke softly.

“Uh, okay. What about?” you were curious what the football captain had on his mind.

“I can’t tell you right here, meet me behind the school after 7th hour?” he had a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Sounds good,” you swept past him to your next class with a wink. You spent the next few classes wondering what Jace needed to talk about. Did he want to break up? No, no he wouldn’t have looked so… excited? Whatever it was it couldn’t be too bad, right?


The dismissal bell couldn’t come soon enough. The clock on the wall ticked slowly. Finally the minute hand struck its target and the familiar ring excused the class. You hurriedly packed up and shuffled out of class. Hundreds of other students walked past you, many saying a quick farewell to you as they left. You plastered a smile on your face, hoping it would make you feel less nervous. You had always been a fairly outgoing person, but sometimes talking to people got you a little nervous. Especially if that person was your mega-popular boyfriend, Jace Winters, the star player of the football team. You eventually reached the back entrance of the school, where only a few kids left from. You glanced around, hoping to see Jace, but it took you a second to realize he must be around the next corner. You breathed out a sigh of relief.

“There you are, I thought you had decided you had somewhere better to be,” Jace chuckled softly.

“Nope, just couldn’t get through the hallways fast enough,” you smiled, “What did you want to talk about?”

“Oh, well I didn’t have anything I just wanted to get some alone time with you,” he stepped closer to you and held onto your arms carefully.

“I see how it is,” you looked into his bright eyes and leaned in for a kiss. The kiss slowly turned a little wilder. Soon Jace had you pinned softly against the wall and had his hands all over you. You felt a little uncomfortable and tried pulling away.

You attempted to say something, but he pulled you in for another kiss. You definitely did not like this, you needed to get home. A soft shove should have gotten him to stop, maybe he just didn’t notice. Again, you stepped backwards.

“Sorry, Jace, but I should get back home,” you said hoping not to offend him.

“It’s okay, Y/N, it hasn’t even been that long,” he grasped your wrist and yanked you towards him.

“No, Jace, I’m serious.”

“Come on, Y/N don’t be so worried it’s fine,” he tightened his grip on your wrist. That was it, no more warnings. Natasha had taught you some fighting tips, she hoped you could use a few in a bad situation. Looks like now was that time. You yanked your wrist, along with his, up a bit so you had a little more control. You used your other hand you grip his. Rotating your body backwards you snapped his arm downwards. He stumbled and fell to the ground, easily letting you pull your hand away. He groaned from the pain of being thrown to the ground. Usually you practiced that move on a mat, it probably hurt a little worse on concrete, oops.

“We’re over Jace,” you walked away confidently.


Natasha sat in the kitchen of Avengers tower, sipping from a mug, when Y/N arrived home.

“Hey, missy, you’re home a little late,” Nat smirked, hoping to get some juicy details of why. But when she looked up you looked distraught. “Something bothering you?”

“Nat, uh, well… you know Jace?”

“That hottie you’re dating?”

“Not anymore,” you looked down.

“What happened?” Natasha sighed, expecting a horrible story of how he, or maybe you, got dumped.

“Well… he asked me to meet him behind the school and when i got there, we started kissing. It got a little… rough, I guess. I asked him to stop and he didn’t, so I kinda…”

“Taught him a lesson?” Natasha lifted one eyebrow.

“Yeah,” the corners of Nat’s lips lifted and she burst out laughing.

“I’m proud of you.”

“Really?” you really hoped she wasn’t mad.

“Of course, sweetie. You gotta show those boys that they can’t get away with anything. Sometimes a good girl gotta have a little bad in her.”

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September 2017

Part One

“I’m so excited to meet him, I can’t even tell ya!” Ella giggled, helping me to set up my tiny flat for the evening.

I couldn’t help but feel like I’d invited round one too many people. There was barely enough room for me to manoeuvre around my flat, never mind anyone else. I’d budged every single item in my room so they were pressed against the walls, but it genuinely hadn’t made much difference. People were bound to be tripping over one another all evening.

“He’s excited to meet you too!” I cooed. “He’s a bit desperate for you all to like him.”

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In Your Head - Part 4

Jughead Jones x Reader

Reader: Y/N

Brother: Y/B/N

Word Count: 2,129

Summary: You are almost 3 months into a relationship with Jughead Jones. You are going through a tough time being too much in your head as the anniversary of “that night” comes closer. Jughead can sense something is wrong.

Warnings: Features sexual content, as well as a rape flashback and parental abuse. Please don’t read if easily triggered.

….“I’m going to kill him…”.

Jughead sprung up after uttering the words and made his way out of the library.
“Jughead!”, you screamed after him.

Jughead paused in front of Betty with such a stern look, Kevin looked in awe and in fear from the kitchen. “Where is he?!” You had never heard Jughead really shout before, not out of anger at least.

Abruptly answering while looking at you, “He left after you knocked him down” Betty answered.

“Jughead!”, you tried calling to his attention again.

Archie and Veronica had joined in the kitchen by now, still trying to determine what had happened outside.

“I need your keys!”, Jughead pushed out his hand giving a look to Archie that practically scared the ginger out of his own pale skin.

“Maybe we should go…” Veronica interjected grabbing Kevin’s elbow.

“Forsythe!” You finally caught his attention along with the rest of the kitchen.

Veronica sat back down on her stool, “Never mind….” while amazed at what name just came out of your mouth that commanded Jughead’s attention.

He paused, looked at you, and within a split second his whole face softened.
While moving his eyes to his feet, “Sorry”, he mumbled.

“Can we just get out of here?”, you walked up to him and reached for his hand.

Archie looked at you once again reaching for his keys out of his pocket, you stopped him. “No, that’s alright, we’re walking”. Archie gave a reassuring smile.

“Can I get my stuff at your place?”, you turned back to Veronica.

“Okay, but we’re talking about ALL of this later”. You gave a nod in answer. 

“Do you want us to come with you”? Betty had interjected, knowing more what was going on than anyone else in the group.

You shook your head while giving a reassuring smile.
“There’s a key to the front under the smallest potted plant”.Veronica looked back at Kevin who still seemed astonished by the use of the name Forsythe.

“I’ll see you all tomorrow, and have a good rest of your night, okay?”, you looked to everyone’s eyes and they either let out an agreement or a nod.
While still holding Jughead’s hand, you led him out the front door.


He was quiet for a few minutes until you broke the silence. “Sorry for using a name you loathe back there”.

“It’s okay, it was warranted”. Still holding your hand he was looking at his feet while mustering up his next second statement. “I want to kill him”.

“Part of me still does too”, you confessed.

“Why didn’t you tell me Y/N?” He finally looked to you with his silver blue eyes.

“I was scared, for lots of reasons. For one, THAT reaction”. One thing you shared with Jughead was a similar exaggeration to certain words in your speech. “Another…before Betty today, only my therapist has known”.

“You’ve been seeing someone then? About this?” While a little surprised he understood why.

“Not just for that reason, but yes. Before you, even before everything with Chuck last year, I’ve had a lot of issues. I mean mostly my life just being that, but none of it exactly typical….“ Your words once again, started to fade from you. 

You made it to the front of Veronica’s house. Found the key and opened the door to the very large home. You walked with Jughead to Veronica’s room, looking for your bag and the rest of your stuff you had laying around. You opened your bag and saw your pill bottle. You knew you were finally going to tell him everything. As nervous as you were, you just threw everything in your bag, unconsciously sighing. “Come on”. You grabbed his hand again, and with a determined look you made your way to Archie’s house. 

He waited a few minutes before stopping you on your rather fast paced walk. “I know I’ve asked this a lot today, but are you okay?”. He grasped a side of your face with his palm. 

 “Yeah I’ll be alright, I just want to get to your place”. 

He gave a surprised look. One as to calling it his place as he still very much saw it as Archie’s. Two, he retorted vocally, “I thought I was walking you to your house?”. 

 “No, I don’t feel like being there tonight. I want to be with you. I need to talk to you about all of this and it’s probably time”. You said it more determined than intentioned. 

 He could tell you were getting nervous. “If you don’t want to tell me, Y/N, that’s okay. There’s not any pressure of me putting any of this on you". 

 “No. Ever since you told me about your parents a few weeks ago, what happened with your dad and everything, I’ve wanted to tell you. It’s kind of a lot I know in one night, but I need to get this out and there is no where safer than when I’m with you. I know that”. You hadn’t ever told him before of what being around him truly meant to you. 

 He gave that great smile again. He pulled you in to hug you first before laying on a very heavy kiss. This time it was his turn to say it, “come on”.


 You had made it to his house and he unlocked the door. Fred was out of town for the weekend and Archie probably knew better than to be back yet and it being only 10, it seemed plausible he wouldn’t be back until Valerie and the Pussycat’s were done playing at Cheryl’s. He led you to his room. 

You had been in the kitchen and living room a few times whether it be to watch a movie or to make Jughead and Archie something that couldn’t be found at Pop’s. And while he had been there a little over a month, you still hadn’t seen the upstairs. While being present in the moment that Jughead had punched out Chuck had sobered you, you were still a little tipsy and took every step carefully.

 You entered into his room. He didn’t have much around, but you could tell what posters were his as well as stash of cds and old records. You looked to the right side of the room and saw a bookshelf, practically filled to the fullest like your own. And on one of the shelves was a stack of books you yourself had let him borrow. One’s with new pages cornered. You smiled, seeing how whenever you usually saw Jughead in his free time, he was on his laptop writing versus reading something you gave him. “You read them all huh?”. You turned to him with a smile.

 “Of course. I already loved reading, you just enhanced the genres”. He gave a loving smile while leading you to the bed to sit down.

 1….2…..3…..you opened your bag while saying the first thing you wanted to tell him. “Well here’s one thing”. You gave him the pill bottle. 

 “What’s are these for?”. He was reading all of the label now. 

4…5…6… “I suffer from extreme anxiety and depression and I’ve been on them since this”. You took off your cardigan, while you could tell he was mentally noting that he had never really seen your bare arms before. You yourself had almost forgotten you were in a full crop top from Veronica. He touched your somewhat healed scars from years back, one a bit more recently than the others. 

You went into the story of that one. How after last year, after Chuck, you didn’t feel like you belonged anywhere. That you had honestly never really fit anywhere. About the breakdown you had, how long you were in the hospital for and then you went into your family. 

How your mother didn’t really understand the point of “mental health”, and while she gave a good fake face to those who didn’t know her - that sometimes the worst monsters, were those found at home. You went into how she acted mentally, in and out of anger spells. And how when it was really bad, there was more than just emotional abuse. You went into why your confidence as a person was so down, and how it always started with her. Never thin enough, never smart enough and never pretty enough. You said all this while looking away until then end when you turned your body and moved your hair to probably the worse thing your mother had ever done to you physically. And on the side of your shoulder, you showed the burn marks. Still somewhat heavy in skin healing over as you could still easily feel the raised scars. You turned and explained that while it had been years since that one, that it came from the time you last told someone what it was like at home. 7th grade when you had told a teacher. But with your parents facade on the outside, no one had really bothered to believe you. You finally looked back to Jughead’s eyes. He locked his eyes on to your back. 

Before, when you had told him about Chuck, he was heavily angered while feeling something horrible for you. And while he had experienced a more than less perfect parent, and had some instances with his father of his own, he hadn’t expected this. 

 “I’m sorry it’s a lot. I know, we haven’t been dating that long. Heck, you’ve only known me for about 6 months…but with everything else that happened tonight, I needed to tell you everything. I couldn’t lie to you about all of this anymore…”. You looked away from his face, ashamed of your life’s scars. 

 His concerned face was brought back. “How long since the last time she….”. 

You cut him off, knowing that this would be a question. “Once in the last 9 months. Around my birthday, she’s never really okay around any holiday”, your mind thought back to certain instances in your life. “She found out she has a severe heart disease and since the amount of medications they put her on, she’s been better. Still distant as a parent…but better to us at least”. 

 “Your brother..?” 

You cut him off again “Yeah, but I always tried to make sure if something was happening, she’d focus on me instead. I’m easier for her to get at…”. You paused again and started hearing your mother’s voice and what she would scream at you. 

 Instead of if you were okay or going out to now “kill” your mother, Jughead looked at you again. Holding your hands with tears in his eyes. “Is there anything I can do?”. 

 “My mother wise, no. My Dad stays away from it himself, he leaves on “business trips” a lot. And again, she’s been better. As for me…you could just hold me”. 

 “I can do that, but first I need to tell you something”. You looked at him with questionable eyes as he put his hands around your hips. “You are the most caring, intelligent and most beautiful woman I have ever met and will probably know in my lifetime. You are more and deserve more than what you have been handed. You are amazing, and I plan to show you that whenever I can”. He grabbed the side of your face again and brought your mouth into his. He stopped to realize you were crying again and lifted his head looking into your eyes making sure you were okay. 

 You smiled and gave a small laugh while wiping your tears. “It’s okay, they’re happy tears”. You brought him back to your lips while moving his body back to the bed. You held him by his neck kissing him deeply. You really hadn’t felt like anyone in your life was home before. Not before him. Your body was on top of his now. Your legs over his. You kissed him harder and a little faster.  He could feel the tension in your body, it wanting more. He paused and pulled your head from his. 

“We don’t have to do this now. I love you Y/N, without all of this”, he motioned his head down to both of your bodies. It was the first time he said those words yet you had thought about saying them 20 times by now, 5 times in instances just that day. 

 “I love you too. And I want this. I have a connection to you more than anyone else and”, you paused as you were a bit nervous “I want to show you how much you mean to me”. 

 He smiled, “I already know how much”. 

 You gave a gleeful smile back, “but now I want to show you”.

Okay so I had this total mind tripping moment today!

So the whole Xena: Warrior Princess show is based on “The Xena Scrolls” right? Which are basically all the scrolls that had been discovered the Gabrielle the Battling Bard had written outlining all of their adventures together…

What if, when Xena told Gabrielle in the beginning of A Friend in Need that she wanted to get away and settle down, Gabrielle decided she would make it happen?

When they were “dead” for that 20 year time jump, the girls became legends, they were just ghosts to the people.

Gabrielle would have put together that all she had to do was write a final adventure and have the heroine die. Gabrielle would have to “survive” to at least get the scroll out. But in the scroll her disappearance would also be explained because she was heading to Egypt. They could later have word sent that she got sick on board and died. Then her and Xena were free to live however they wanted!

It goes a little something like this:


“ ‘A life of journeying has brought you to the farthest lands– to the very edges of the Earth.’
‘And to the place where I’ll always remain– your heart. So, where to, now?’
‘I think we should go south– to the land of the Pharaohs. I hear they need a girl with a chakram.’
‘Where you go– I’m at your side.’
‘I knew you’d say that.’

“Xena, the Warrior Princess chuckled as they looked out into the sunset. She kissed the young bard’s forehead, expressing there, all the love she could to the one who saved her soul. The ship rolled over the waves, a single tear glided down Gabrielle’s face as Xena’s spirit faded into the mist. Gone, but never forgotten by the heart that loved her more than life itself.”

Xena finished reading Gabrielle’s latest scroll from over the blonde’s muscular shoulder.

“Gabrielle, could this be a little more depressing?”

The fire they were cuddled near was burning low, casting an eerie light around their campsite.
“Well Xena, it is your death, so how cheery did you really want it to be?” Gabrielle rolled her eyes at her companion, “I mean, it’s supposed to be believable.”

Argo the second knickered from across the camp, “See! Even Argo thinks it’s too much of a downer.”

“Listen, you’re the one who said you wanted to settle down right? Well how can we ever do that if all the people around here either want you dead or want you to help them with something? Trust me, the darker and more shocking the details are, the less people will question it,” the bard declared confidently.

“All I’m saying is that it seems a little harsh. You know how your following is Gabrielle, they read your scrolls obsessively, and they are all way too emotionally involved, if you ask me. Me dying and then you sadly sailing around with an urn, the chakram and an imagined ghost of me is going to break their little hearts. Not to mention that it’s a little creepy.”

“Are you saying that if you died, you would leave me to roam the world alone?” Gabrielle asked pointedly.

“Well, no.”

“Exactly!” the bard exclaimed as Xena rolled over and sighed. “Besides, this is the ending you want, trust me. The only other alternative I had in mind is way worse.”

“How could it possibly be worse?” Xena questioned as Argo snickered in the background and shook her head at her two humans.

Gabrielle laid down next to her partner, gazing into those blue eyes that were almost rendered violet by the light of the fire. “If you ever really did die,” the blonde paused as she brushed her fingers across the warrior’s cheek, “I would never survive it. Don’t you know that by now?.”

Xena’s breath caught as she was reminded again of the love that burned between them. “I know that.”

“So unless you want your story to end with us both plunging into the afterlife together, I think this is our best bet,” Gabrielle stated logically as she brushed her lips across Xena’s cheek.

“And if it comes down to it, and we need to come back, then we will. But Xena, you have fought so hard for your redemption, and we both deserve a break to be happy,” the bard’s heart sped up as it felt the warrior’s hand placed right over it.

“Where you go, I go,” they said in unison, as they started to drift off underneath the stars.

“You still can’t throw the chakram.”

“Xena! You promised!” Gabrielle whined into the darkness.

“No, you’re not ready. I refuse.” Xena said, amused at her companion’s pout.

“Xenaaaaaaa…”

“Okay, okay… how can I resist that face?”

Gabrielle smiled ear to ear and did a little happy dance under their shared furs.

“Hey, stop that! You’re letting all the warm air out!”

“Oh yeah? I’m pretty sure we can think of a way to keep us warm…” Gabrielle slid her hands into her love’s dark hair as their lips met.

Their love lit up the night, always together, two halves of one soul.

So this is my first try at this whole fanfic thing, so take it easy on me

Jungkook The Kink Explorer

Originally posted by jeonbase

Genre: romance/fluff/Semi-smut (Warning: Read at your own RISK.)
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 4607 words
Summary: Jungkook  wants to know what is your kink and he’s not backing up until you tell him.

DON’T FORGET TO SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS IN THE COMMENTS/REQUEST BOX~


Jungkook was soundly asleep like a child in the embrace of his mother with all of these fluffy white blankets wrapped around his toned body. This night and all the other ones have been keeping him restless with never ending requests and paper work to fill up. Coming back 3 AM or at dawn, Jungkook always got back at home around these unhealthy hours of the day. Slipping right next to you at night when he thought you wouldn’t notice his presence, yet you always did and you felt pained every time he sighed of tiredness. He wasn’t the type to openly complain about how hard it was becoming at some point. He might have been the hardworking type but looking at his dark circles, the way he gave you that tired smile, how he’d always ruffle your hair and tell everything was okay. You only felt like crying. Were you the one who made him like this? Was that tired sight of jungkook a result of marrying you? He could have been living dream of his life, up there on that stage yet he gave it up for his undying love towards you.

You rub your eyes before staring at the man right next you. His beautiful eyelashes shadowing his cheeks and the way his pink lips parted majestically to let out those cute whimpers and breaths. You may haven’t been able to see him much for a little while now but you still feel

“Jungkook…” you poke his arm

“T-Two…more…minutes…” He mumbles while pulling the blankets closer to his body

“Kookie-ah…” you pout at the sight of his pitiful sight “Are you that drained?” you sigh before brushing your fingers

“I love you” he mumbles

Your face soften up at those words.He may have been drained and tired with eye bags slowly reaching down his cheeks yet he’d still mention these three words. Did he loved you that much? Were you that worthy to be his? Were you worthy to be with a hardworking man like him? You couldn’t give him anything yet he was still there sleeping next to you. The only thought of it made harbor that pained expression on your face.

“Don’t be sad…” He mumbles once again without opening his eyes

He felt you would be pained like this. It’s not like he needed to open his eyes to know that you were hurting. He was your other half and he could feel you.

“I’m n-n-not!” you wipe that tear on the crease of your eyes

“I’ll always be by your side, so you shouldn’t cry” he makes himself more comfortable with his blankets before peeking out his hand out of the giant wrapping of blankets around his body

He holds out his larger hand to hold out his pinky and wrapping it around your own pinky.

“We promised to stay forever that day on the aisle and I’m never letting you go” he slowly opens his eyes to stare at you with the look of true love ( A/N: KILL ME I DID NOT JUST WRITE THIS ASDFGHJJKL)

You looked at him for a few seconds before that pained expression on your face turned a little more joyful as you stared back onto his eyes. The man closes his eyes to drift back to sleep and you smile. It wasn’t long before you analyzed him from head to toe. Jungkook may have been unaware of it, but he managed to make you smile even if he didn’t try. The way he looked like some sort of gigantic worm who appropriated all the blankets to itself almost made you laugh out loud. He looked so cuddly and fluffy like a gigantic neck pillow. You clamp a hand around your mouth because this sight of him is too cute and you can’t resist but giggle. You take out your phone and snap a few pictures.

“My giant little worm” you chuckled at yourself before you tap his cute nose

“Are you having that much fun?” his tired face stretches slightly into a smile as he keeps his eyes closed

“Yeah, you’re super cute” you give him a thumbs up before snapping more pictures “AND SO SQUISHY!!!!!” you poke the blankets

Jungkook wraps the blankets around his body tighter with a little grunt due to tiredness. He clenches his eyes shut tightly to keep on sleeping without getting disturbed. This action only made him look more like a little worm. You chuckled at this sight

“What’s so funny” he opens up his eyes to stare at you with a little resentful look

“You’re just so….” You struggle to keep yourself composed

“Stop laughing at me” he pouts before wrapping the blankets tighter around himself “I’m not talking to you anymore”

“Hey” you push him and his blankets with a smug look on your face “Why so serious?”

Your sudden little strength makes Jungkook rolls to the side of the bed. If it wasn’t for the last strength he had left in his body he would have fell on the floor.

“Why are you pushing me?” He turns around to give you that look of disbelief “Are you picking a fight? “His eyes shot open

“Yeah” you nod cutely

“Yeah??????” he tilts his head “Why fight first thing in the morning?” he makes that meme face before crouching his shoulders “Can’t we just cuddle or do something that requires less body strength” he kicks the blankets as he sits next to you “ And STOP LOOKING AT ME WITH THOSE EYES”

“What?” you blink

“Don’t feign innocence!” he pokes you “You obviously want something out of this!” he scoffs

“Am I being that obvious?” you hide your face in your hands

“Look at you being all shy” his eyes rounded “Was I scammed while getting into this?” he tilts his head while chuckling

“I’m not a scammer” you roll your eyes “You fell for the trap” you smirked “You got yourself into this, Jeon Jungkook” you whisper in his ear

“This girl” he shakes his head while chuckling “The marriage terms were that we’d stay together for the better to the worse huh?”

“I’m sure I can win against you” you cross your arms around your chest

“I’d like to believe that you’re a scam Y/N, but you’re way too innocent for this” he pulls on your cheek

“So what??! I still managed to GET YOU IN THE END” you stick out your tongue

“ Oh so you were that eager to get me in the end?” he tilts his head playfully “Seems like you were quite smitten over me” he pulls on the side of his collar in a sexy motion “ I mean….who wouldn’t ?” he gives you that seductive gaze before bursting into laughter

You blush a few shades before you scoff at his sudden behavior.

“Look at you going?” you scoff “you SEDUCED ME!” you cupped your cheeks in embarrassment

“Let me dig through this and figure out why you’re acting up this morning” he shifts closer before staring at you from head to toe

His large eyes looked at you innocently at first. Analyzing that messy hair and that bare face before he broke into a smile. It wasn’t long before his eyes travelled to the way that strap from your camisole fell on the side of your shoulder. He gulped before suppressing a low grunt that left his sinful lips at your delicious sight. His eyes travelled lower eyeing the way you were wearing only one of your favorite fuzzy socks, god only knows where the other was. Jungkook stares at you while being completely perplexed by this before voicing out his inner thought about what’s going on. He was feeling stuck in between lust and adoration.

“Did you woke me up to fight me?” he gives you that meme face

“No” you shake your head to the sides and that strap only fells lower from your shoulder

“You want a kiss this early in the morning?” He raises his brow before suddenly pulling your waist closer to collide against his sturdy body

“No it’s not that” you press your face on his shoulder to hide yourself

“What is it then?” he licks his bottom lip while trying to look at the ceiling and avoid any form of eye contact with your bare shoulder

You try figuring out an excuse to give him because you don’t want to sound too cheesy by telling him how much you yearned and missed him for the past few weeks. It was never your style to try surrender to jungkook and admitting things like these.

“I like picking on you” you stare up at him cutely

His reaction was different than what you expected.

“You like bullying me?” he blinks at you before that smirk reached his lips soon enough “Is that the birth of a new kink that I’m seeing?” he tilts his head playfully

“N-NO WAY!!!” you cover your face in shame at the word kink

“Finally! AFTER MONTHS OF MARRIAGE I FINALLY FIGURED OUT SOMETHING YOU WANT” he brings his fist up in a celebratory motion

“Hey!!! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING” panic shots through you as you punch his arm “Stop saying nonsense!!!!?Who said I want this???!!” you turn a few shades of red

“Oh MY god….” He stops to stare at you “Babe….” He gasps while staring at the arm you just punched

“W-What?” you stuttered

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JUNGKOOK | BTS
2.5k words | ROMANCE/ANGST 
no warnings
(unnamed OC)

I wrote this a few years ago, sent it to @seoulscapes today and she said it suited Jungkook. So here is this old piece, minimally reworked, to make up for the fact that the AU I’m working on is taking eight thousand years. Please enjoy, and let me know how this made you feel.

Originally posted by sugutie

She strode into the room, hair wild, eyes wild, a delighted smile stretched across her red lips, red maybe from lipstick or maybe from the cold. Her friend talked and she listened, responding without words but with laughter, until she said, “Yeah, I always knew something like that would happen,” her voice smooth and velvety.

He watched her, the sun glinting through the window and into her eyes just so, brightening the color from meters away, and he let out a gust of breath before swallowing.

She glanced at him for a millisecond—long enough for her to register there was a person where he sat, but not long enough to take him in. He wished she’d look back toward him again.

She didn’t. Instead, her friend lead her to the counter to order their coffees, her back stayed facing him as she waited for her drink. Her legs were defined even through the thick material of her leggings, and her coat hid anything above her thighs. He imagined her running—long distance, perhaps—in the loose Nike shorts, her muscles working under her skin. Maybe she swam laps, shoulders defined to match her calves, the one piece showing off the strength of her upper back. He wanted her to turn around, so he may see the life in her face again.

When she did, her eyes stayed away from him, focused on wrapping her scarf around her neck more tightly. She pulled her hair away from her face, only to roll her eyes when it went back right where it had been. It blew back when she opened the door and the chill came rushing toward her.

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Don’t Look Back (ACOTAR AU) - Part 3

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

Summary: It’s senior year and everyone is fighting battles they do not want to face. Toxic relationships, conservative parents and alcohol are a bad mix. Quite frankly a recipe for disaster.


Tuesday’s sucked. Feyre had no frees and she had double English with Rhysand. To top it off, she barely slept last night. After she had texted back Tamlin, she told Lucien to go to avoid adding more fuel to Tamlins paranoia. But with her father at an army veteran’s meeting and both her sisters at University, Feyre felt slight fear that she would be properly alone with her boyfriend for the first time in almost two weeks. When Tamlin had arrived, he brought her some flowers and chocolates and showered her with affection. It was suffocating almost, but she felt comforted that her boyfriend was back to normal. Some of him anyway. When she tried to get him to talk about his mother, he would change the subject and end up making out with her instead leading to him staying the night. On a fucking Monday. It kind of pissed her off. But she decided to follow Lucien’s advice, be patient, he said before he left and gave her a quick hug.

Her phone buzzed as Rhys sat down next to her. It was Tamlin asking let me take you out tonight. Feyre sighed through her nose before texting back, I have work tonight, you know that. One of the first things on Tamlins con list was that he hated Feyre having a job – although she had no damn choice. She and her father could not live on the army amputee veteran’s benefit they were given alone, and so for years, since she was 14, Feyre worked at the café down the street from the school. It was only just enough to get by, but it sufficed.

Change your shift please xx he texted back. Feyre threw her phone back in her bag, not wanting to go back into that argument. She was sick of her boyfriend giving her unnecessary grief.

“Rough night, Feyre darling?” Rhys asked, taking in her dark circles that Feyre didn’t bother to cover up.

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freshzombiewriter  asked:

tuckington and “You don’t have to stay" maybe if you wanna???

“You don’t have to stay.” 

Wash puts his hand on Tucker’s free shoulder. “I’m not leaving you.”

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking dramatic! I’m not hurt. I’m just stuck.” It would figure Tucker was taken out by some unstable alien temple ruins after all the actual battles and other dangerous shit they’d been into over the years. He’s pinned under a stone wall. Caboose and Andersmith have gone for extra help. 

It’s a good thing Smith was with them today. Wash seems really serious about not leaving him alone and Caboose would get lost on his own. Wash is totally overreacting. He’ll be fine.

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The Things You Cherish

Summary: Mr. Honeynuts has been with Max all his life. If stuffed animals could talk what could they tell you about those that love them the most?

Trigger: Mention of Child Abuse

I haven’t seen S2 Ep8 yet, I just saw all this stuff about Max and Mr.Honeynuts and had to write something about it.


Nights at Camp Campbell were always too quiet for Max’s taste. Max didn’t live in the City but he didn’t live in the fucking middle of nowhere either, and the soft drone of traffic that would play outside his window until the early hours of the morning always seemed to provide him with good ambient noise. Here in a tent in the middle of the woods didn’t do that. The soundless nights were deafening and made it hard for Max to sleep.

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and the lights they get stronger the longer that you have to wait (for the honor to be great)

Read it on A03: link

Part 2 in the Take Me As I Am series.

Chapter 2

The following week finds Katsuki and Izuku wandering the streets outside the shopping mall, each boy carrying a small bag of goodies in hand. The initial idea had been to go get breakfast and enjoy it in the park across the way, but the park was closed due to a tree falling on a power line from a recent storm, and so they’d decided to simply head home and enjoy their spoils instead.

On the way home however, Izuku catches sight of something that had his entire body lightening up with joy.

“The fuck are yo–” That’s as far as Katsuki gets before his smaller friend quite literally drags him across the street to join the throng of people currently watching a group of heroes take down a villain. Katsuki finds his hands full of a second bag in the next instant, as Izuku whips out a notebook from inside his jacket and a pen, and flips to a new page before furiously scribbling. When he looks up again, it’s just in time to see the heroes come into better view - Kamui Woods is the star of the show today, with Desutegoro and Backdraft providing help and protection to the civilians.

“Kacchan! Look, look Kacchan, there they are! Kacchan, are you loo–”

“I’m looking, you damned nerd, so stop bouncing around and screaming like a banshee. Fuck’s sake, you’re worse than a little kid.”

Izuku pays exactly zero attention to his words, instead seeming to hunch down on himself as a look of fierce concentration crosses his face. in the next moment the air around him is filled with muttering. Katsuki rubs a hand across his face as people glance at them.

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No Regrets

AO3 link here!

Requested by @bandanabrunette​ : Could you do a Reader x Sam where the reader was at Stanford studying medicine but he only comes to know this after something happens on a hunt where she has to use her knowledge to save the day.

Summary: Dean gets shot on the hunt and Reader recognizes what’s going on with him. But will they make it to the hospital or will the reader have to act on their own?

Word Count: 1635

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, 

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader 

Warnings/Tags: Reader’s gender ISN’T specified, mentions of blood, hurt!Dean (gunshot wound), medical language (but everything’s explained), some angst, fluff, hospitals

Beta: @faegal04 (you’re the best, Amy <3)

A/N: It’s crazy, but it’s the first full Sam x Reader fic I’ve ever written, previously there were only drabbles ;) (And Sammy needs more love, so I’m happy I got that request!) Hope you’re gonna like it, guys!

If you want to be tagged/untagged in everything or only some stuff, simply let me know or add yourself to this tag sheet! (Tags at the bottom of the post, those that are crossed out mean that Tumblr didn’t let me tag you.)

Feedback very welcome and highly appreciated. Feel free to check out my Masterlist if this piece leaves you wanting more :)

“Y/N, look out!” Sam shouted and you turned attention to your left, freezing in spot once you saw the werewolf aiming at you with the gun you had dropped earlier.

Before you had a chance to dodge the bullet, Dean jumped in front of you, a scream of pain escaping his mouth as he got hit.

Sam immediately shot the werewolf in the heart, then he fired another and another one. The creature fell to the floor seconds after Dean did, and you stumbled forward, trying to assess the damage that Dean suffered from.

The entry wound was located on the left side of his stomach, right in between his two lowest ribs, and you prayed it missed all the important arteries and organs. His grey T-shirt was getting more and more red with every passing minute and you applied pressure to the wound, apologising for causing Dean pain when your action made him hiss.

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