i thought about splitting this in half but then i was like nah

The Five Times You See Dean Winchester Shirtless

Word Count: 1,658

Warnings: None.

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

The first time you see Dean Winchester shirtless, he’s sporting a large gash on his shoulder that you have to stitch up. He’s sitting on the foot of your bed, crumpled up T-shirt in his hand and looking at you expectantly.

Meanwhile, you’re trying not to implode from how beautiful he looks in the pale light the room’s lamp is shedding on him. Even though he’s thoroughly bruised and bloodied up, his green eyes are twinkling and his chest is slightly heaving. The wound probably hurts him and you blink a few times to knock yourself out of your reverie.

“Let’s get this over with,” he mutters, reaching for the large bottle of liquor he probably had stashed in Baby’s backseat.

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Break a Little - Part Two

Summary: You work with Dean to try and find Sam, but there is something off about Dean


Jill’s Masterlist

Characters: Alpha!Reader, Beta!Sam, ??!Dean

Pairings: Alpha!Reader x ??!Dean

Word Count: 2500

Warnings: language, fighting, self hate, a/b/o dynamics, no smut yet but there will be some eventually ;)

A/N: This is my first A/B/O series and I would love any feedback. I took some creative leeway on some of this. A special thanks to @district-12-erudite , @ikeneasul11 and @sai-kida134 for beta-ing this for me and giving me great feedback. Also thank you @sofreddie for being so amazingly supportive

Dean doesn’t move.

“Are you gonna let me in?” You sigh.

He still doesn’t budge.

“Listen, I’m not thrilled about this either. Your little brother never exactly mentioned you were an alpha too. But I’m here to help, so let me the fuck in or tell me to get lost.” You growl, aware that people might be staring out their windows by now with how long you’ve been standing there.

Confusion crosses his face for a second and then he clears his throat, “Alright, come in.”

He moves to the side, looking left and right before shutting the door and locking it. You take in the room, the newspaper clippings pinned to the wall and red yarn connecting them to places on the map. It doesn’t take you very long. “You were hunting some vamps.”

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Best Friends Forever

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

*Requested smut, read carefully ;)

Imagine: You are angry because you ex seems to be really hitting it off since you two broke up. In order to help you through it, Klaus Mikaelson, your best friend, shows up in your place. There, he decides to come clean about his own feelings. After that, things get a bit hot in your room.

Word Count: 3043 

A light rain was pouring outside, matching your horrible mood. Today you had the misfortune of bumping into your ex boyfriend, Matt Donovan, and, to make things even worse, he looked like he could not be any happier, babbling about his growing success. Like you wanted to actually know that! Urgh! And that son of a bitch still felt in the right to comment about your life and fucking laugh about it. So what you had been going out and drinking more? It was none of his business.

Taking a deep breath, you turned on the radio. Music helped a lot to discharge the anger and keep your emotions together. Right now, it was exactly what you needed. Luckily, your girl power song was on: Beyoncé’s hit Single Ladies. A smile fastly appeared, as you started to sing and dance along.

“Acting up, drink in my cup! I can’t care less what you think.” You swayed your hips to the tune and rolled your eyes, wishing you were telling him that. “I need no permission, did I mention?”

“I take you are in a good mood, Y/N.”

The singing stopped and strangled scream came out instead. It took a few seconds for you to realise who had barged into your room, invading your privacy. After the fear went off and Klaus was laughing out loud, you frowned, angry. 

“This is not funny. I could have had a heart attack.”

“You’re a banshee, I’m pretty sure you are able to predict your own death.” You narrowed your eyes. “I’m just kidding! I came back town yesterday and heard Matt was at Mystic Falls as well. Thought I’d come to see how you were doing.”

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Long Distance (Chapter Seven)

So! So this chapter was originally over 5000 words and I split it in half. There is a really good conversation in here about how the relationship between the three of them will work, and I didn’t want that lost in the cuteness/sexy times of the last half. Polyamory is something I think is very misunderstood, and I wanted to make sure not to skip over it or make it seem like this was a “threesome” fic because it’s not, it’s about these three guys finding love together.

Anyway, enough of the PSA. Our boys meet up and it’s adorable. Also we learn how Stucky hooked up. So cute. Can’t wait to hear what you guys think.


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Tony smoothed the wrinkles out of his shirt nervously, staring at himself in the mirror. Pepper had insisted on the dark red shirt, saying it looked the best on him, and even he knew his ass looked amazing in these particular pants.

He was killing time, waiting for a text from the guys saying that they had arrived at the hotel.

They had opted to meet at a Four Seasons about halfway between Boston and Manhattan, not wanting to be anywhere crowded, trying to keep it nice and simple. Tony had paid for the reservation- two adjoining rooms. Partly because he didn’t want Bucky and Steve worrying about the money, partly because he was worried they would just book one room and he didn’t really know if he was ready for that.

Tony had driven, taking one of his cars out for the couple hour trip up the freeway, but he knew Bucky and Steve hadn’t been able to leave until after Steve’s last class, so they wouldn’t be in until closer to seven.

It was seven thirty now, and Tony waited nervously for his phone to ring. They were supposed to have dinner at the hotel restaurant, maybe drinks out at the outdoor bar that overlooked the golf course and resort pools. And if everything went well… well. Tony couldn’t think that far ahead.

If he was being honest, meeting the two of them was making him so nervous he was nearly sick to his stomach. It was nerve wracking enough thinking about meeting Steve, who he had been talking to longer than Bucky, but to meet both of them, to see them together….

Yeah, these last few weeks of video chats and group texting had been fun and flirty and yeah, he was into both of them but…but…

Tony’s phone trilled and he lost his train of thought, opening it quickly.

{Group Text}

From Steve– we are running late, just barely got checked in. Let’s just meet in the restaurant, Bucky and I can find our room later.

From Bucky– Steve’s being nice. I’m starving so get your perfect ass down here so we can eat

From Tony– see you guys in a minute.

Tony took a deep breath and looked in the mirror one more time before heading out.

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Where There’s Smoke

NurseyDex, 3600 words, Rated Teen, Fluff/First Date/First Kiss (here on AO3)

For day six of @nurseydexweek! There aren’t nearly enough fics about the SMH folks going to WaterFire, so here’s my contribution.

“My sweet, sweet frog.”

Dex groans, the noise muffled into the pillow that he’s holding over his face. “I’m not doing so great, Bitty.”

“You’re gonna be fine.” Bitty climbs onto his own bed and sits against the wall, pulling Dex’s legs over his lap. “I still think that for your own sanity, you need to do something.”

Dex pulls the pillow away so Bitty can get the full brunt of his expression and how much he does not appreciate that suggestion. “Um, no. We’re, like, living together and actually getting along, and I don’t wanna do anything to screw it up.”


“I can’t just ask him out!”

“And why not?”

“Because the thought of it makes me wanna throw up.”

Bitty sighs and pats Dex’s shin. This is a familiar argument, but usually Bitty gives up sooner. Not that Dex can blame him, really, with how often he slinks across the hall to Bitty’s room just to whine about his pathetic crush on Nursey.

“Then you need end up on a date without actually asking him on a date,” he says firmly, and Dex raises his eyebrows.

“That seems like a clichéd, awful idea.”

Bitty rolls his eyes. “I’m giving you an opportunity here. Jack and I have been meaning to go to WaterFire, and y’all should just come with us. There’s one this weekend.”

“I have no idea what that is,” Dex admits.

Bitty waves his hand. “It’s this public art installation thing, there’s a lot of fire and it’s really romantic. And it’s right up Nursey’s alley, he’ll totally be up for it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Trust me.”

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what if?

(11 and 3 from the Super Sappy Prompts list: “I thought you didn’t want me” and “It’s always been you.”)

It’s not water, it’s ice. It’s a thousand needles of ice pricking at Dex’s skin. Soon they’ll pierce him, puncture his bursting lungs and turn him breathless, lifeless. Still, he swims on.

The current is fighting him. His own lungs are fighting him. His eyes fight, too, stinging, but he keeps them open, gleaning what light he can in the dark water. Later, he will think back and see only seconds of being alone in that darkness. Now, it’s minutes. An endless slow trudge of time as he turns and searches.

He remembers pulling off his flannel, stripping out of his jeans in the freezing night. He remembers kicking off his shoes. And then the plunge, the fevered dive into the water, the rush of his blood keeping him warm. And then, crashing down and through into this frozen limbo, one thought in mind. Where’s Nurse?

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Christine and Chloe eventually convince Michael to tell Jeremy how he feels
Michael decides to do it over text since he doesn’t think he could handle doing it in person

Michael: Hey Jeremy can we talk? 
Jeremy: sure whats up
Michael: This is gonna be hard for me to say but
Jeremy: hey its ok take your time
Michel: I have a huge crush on you and I’ve had it for a few years now.  Sorry.
Jeremy: shit im sorry michael but I dont feel the same im sorry
Michael: Oh right yeah sorry dude didn’t mean to make this awkward haha
Jeremy: you ok
Michael: I’m sure I’ll be fine 

Michael’s crying at this point 
Both Chloe and Christine had convinced him to tell Jeremy because they thought he felt the same
But obviously, they were wrong
Of course they were
Why would anyone like Michael
He was annoying
A loser 
A stoner
And to top it all off now he didn’t even have a best friend 

When Michael tells her, Chloe is all ready to fight Jeremy but Michael tells her to let it go
Over time the group splits
With Michael, Brooke, Chloe, Jenna and Christine in one grou[
And Jeremy, Rich and Jake in the other
Over time the two sides of the group lose most contact
Though Chloe and Jake still talk from time to time 

In his second year of college, Jeremy works out that he is definitely bi after a few nights at a club 
In his last year of college, Jeremy realises that he was actually in love with Michael 
But it’s too late to do anything about that 

Chloe invites both sides of the group to her and Brooke’s wedding  
Everyone shows
Except Jeremy
Michael tries not to let it get to him
But it does
He’s just so angry that Jeremy allowed all of this to become so awkward between them
They were meant to be a team
Player 1 and Player 2
Who cares if it’s platonic or romantic?
He just wants his best friend back

Rich and Jake’s wedding? No Jeremy 

When Brooke has her first kid? No Jeremy 

When Jenna gets promoted to head of her newspaper? No Jeremy 

When Michael is half asleep on his sofa with a glass of wine in his hand after looking after Christine Lohst all day? Of course that’s when he shows up 

Ugh they’re gonna start to shout soon
Oh hell yeah I’ll open it soon
It sucks Chlo left me here alone
Here in this toddler’s battle zone
I feel a headache coming up
Is Chloe ever giving up?
Splash splash splash splash
Throw some water in my face
Now I’m in a better place I open up the door and - 

“Wait why are you surprised? This is my house”
“Christine said it was he- oh shit”
“Christine said what?”
“You’re a terrible liar Jeremy”
“But she didn’t say ANYTHING”
Michael raises an eyebrow
“Ok fine well she may have told me that this was her new apartment and so I was stopping in to visit her like I usually do”
“…you usually visit Christine?”
“So are you two…”
“NO NO NO she’s not my type”
“Why are you still here Jeremy? Christine’s not here.  Unless you wanted lil Christine in which case she’s sleeping in the guest room”
“Right yeah sorry.  I’m bothering you aren’-”
“You’re no-”
“I’ll jus-”
“You don’t ha-”
“Uh what?”
“Would you like to come in for a drink?”
“Oh I…”
“You don’t have to Jeremy, it was just an idea”
“No it’s ok I’ll come in”

Michael finds another wine glass
“Red ok?”
“Red’s perfect thanks”

“So Jeremy how’s everything? What are you doing now?" 
“Oh I’m a games developer”
“You don’t look particularly excited about that? That was like your dream job”
“Oh well normally people get really bored when I talk about work”
“Jeremy you’re talking to the guy who was tempted to play apocalypse of the damned with his adopted niece this morning”
Jeremy looks at up that
“Apocalypse of the damned huh? We never did finish it did we?”
“Never too late to continue”
Both of them look at each other and then there’s a quick scramble to the living room

“I don’t know how well it’s gonna work cos I obviously haven’t played it in years" 
“Dude the console doesn’t have a speck of dust don’t lie to me you probably played this yesterday”
“Shut up Mr Games Developer”
The loading screen comes up and it’s just like high school again
Just the two of them
Michael presses start an-
Lil Christine comes in
“Uh hey Chrissie”
“Uncle Michael why didn’t you tell me Uncle Jeremy was gonna be here”
“I didn’t know myself”
“Mom’s gonna be so happy”
Both men look at each other
Michael speaks first
“Uh why?”
“Because mom is always talking about how you two should have been together and now you are!”

Jeremy and Michael both go bright red and neither of them speaks
Michael manages to get some words out  
“Nah Chrissie it’s fine.  Why don’t you back to bed and I’ll come in and see you in a moment”
“But I want to talk to Unc-”
“Christine Lohst - bed now”

"I’m sorry about her”
“She’s not the one who’s apparently been telling her three year old that we should be together”
“Chloe has very strong feelings about what happened in high school”
“So do I”
Michael stares at him, saying nothing
 "I shouldn’t have let your feelings get in the way of our friendship and I’m so sorry that I did.  It was stupid and I hate myself for it"
“Wait shit no don’t say that.  I’m just as much to blame as you are.  It’s not like I really tried to keep our friendship together.  I thought it’d be easier to just let it fall apart.”
“So we’re both sorry and stupid and wish we could be friends again?”
“Then I’m glad to be your new old friend Michael Mell”
“And I’m glad to be yours Jeremy Heere”
“I should probably tell you something though”
“In my last year of college I worked something out - I was an idiot in high school.”
“We already said this”
“For another reason.  I was an idiot because I didn’t realise I was head over heels for you" 
“I’m sorry Michael.  It took me so long to figure it out and I just rejected you in high school even though I felt the same”
“What about now?”
“Do you feel the same now?”
Jeremy takes in Michael
His scruffy hair, his glasses that need to be pushed up, the oversized hoodie he still hasn’t gotten rid of and looks into his eyes
“Well, what about you Michael? Do you still like me?”
Michael doesn’t even hesitate

to count the stars

seven times james and lily meet on the train, and one time they don’t

ie, this is me skewing the jily week day 1 prompts a bit because i am the trashiest of trash.



It’s a bleak September morning the first time she sets foot on the Hogwarts Express.

Lily sniffles, glancing over her shoulder, not at her parents whose grins were so wide that she feared it would split their faces, but at her sister, her Tuney, who pouted and frowned and whose eyes had a strange sheen over it. She’s only seen it a few times, when they got into fights that lead to broken dolls or hair tugging.

Petunia Evans was a cold type of sadness. She would pout and sulk and her lip would quiver, but she would never, ever cry.

Lily was the opposite. She was an explosion of feeling, a forest fire too big for her body that left its confines in wet, noisy sobs that had the whole house shaking.

A lone tear made it’s way down her sister’s cheek and she was ready to jump off the train and back to her if it meant stopping the impossible.

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“That was rude, Jess. I’m hurt.” He covers his heart with both hands, holding onto his peck through his tank top tightly. “I was going to invite you inside but I’m rethinking it now.”

“It is what it is.” Jessica shrugs like the excitement she felt fluttering in her stomach didn’t just churn into a tiny panic. “It’s not like I particularly wanted to watch you play Xbox anyway.”

“I had something else in mind.”

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Okay but seriously

I know everyone loves Hamilton and that’s great because it’s amazing but like, that intro song?  Does not even come close to covering what a fucking train wreck this guy’s life was before he even came to America.

His mom got an inheritance on St. Croix at 16 that gained her all sorts of suiters, and then, at her mother’s behest, she married this dude, Johann Michael Lavien, who was at least twelve years older than her.  He was kind of a douche but dressed pretty and made Mama happy despite the fact that she had a marriage so unhappy that she legally separated from Rachel’s father years before.  They had one kid and I’m assuming she never wanted to see dude naked again after that.

Anyway, after dwindling away her inheritance on pretty clothes and failed ventures, because of some obscure Dutch law (because it was the West Indies and basically any law you could find from any country dubiously in occupation could work), he got her thrown in jail for adultery (not refuted, but not actually substantiated, but WHATEVER, throw her in with murderers and runaway slaves because those are all the same sort of heathen anyway).  He thought her incarceration would make her a more godly and dutiful wife, til she got out and was basically just like LOL NAH and took off to St. Kitts.

After a while, our buddy Johann shacked up with another chick and decided he wanted to marry her.  He got a divorce decree that was Trump level of petty and nasty and gross, calling her a whore and demonizing her for leaving him to care for their son alone on his meager earnings, and managed to get it down that he could remarry, but she couldn’t.  Ever.

So over on St. Kitts, Rachel meets James Hamilton and they get together and have two sons and present themselves as James and Rachel Hamilton, but she has literally no ability to legitimize James Jr. and Alexander.  Fast forward about fifteen years, her boys are 12 and 10, and James brings them back to St. Croix where she has a Reputation and they can’t even fake that this is legitimate.  He’s involved in some legal action there, and when that’s over, he splits, probably because he couldn’t afford to take care of them anymore because he was ALSO kind of a giant loser.  Nice, but awful at trying to get rich quick and ending up in even more debt, time and time again.

So Rachel opens a mercantile in the first floor of their house…common practice as far as dwellings go, having a shop on the first floor, but unheard of for women.  Rachel gave no fucks, seriously.  Then obviously we know she got sick and Alexander got sick and they were given some weird treatments like enemas and bloodletting (????) and then his mom died in the same bed he was in.

So then Levine comes back, fights with the court and brandishes this divorce decree, and manages the get the sons who had no chance of being legitimate disinherited from whatever estate she DID have.  Instead it was all given to Peter, the son she hadn’t seen in 18 years, who showed up, collected what he was due, and left again, with nothing for his half brothers who, I’ll remind you, were 12 and 14.

They got sent to live with a cousin who was living with a mistress and their son…and then the cousin committed suicide, being found in a pool of blood in his bed.  Everything was given to the mistress and their kid, with nothing even mentioned about his orphan wards.  Their uncle shows up, trying to take care of things, and….dies a month later.  Again, no provisions for the boys, despite Uncle John having changed his will FIVE DAYS before he died.

At that point, James Jr. becomes a carpenter’s apprentice because he’s not super smart or super skilled at anything else (takes after his dad) and Alexander, in some weird Dickensian twist of fate, gets taken in by a trader who might or might not be his actual father but that’s for another time.  That’s when he started working as a clerk in a trading office and getting noticed, because he was smart, he could keep track of all the different currencies (there was a lot), was bilingual in French and English (even more so than Jefferson was in later years, and if you don’t think Hamilton taunted Jefferson in French because of that I don’t know what to tell you), he could chart ships, he read everything, he wrote poetry like the romantic hero weirdo he was.

And then there was a hurricane.  Because of course there was.  It was a letter to his father that he showed to the sometimes editor of the paper–well-written, intelligent, and full of melodramatic descriptions (something about distressed shrieks making angels weep or something???) that got him the attention of the whole island.  It was published anonymously, the editor even claiming that the youth who wrote it at first protested it being published, so it wouldn’t look like he was trying to capitalize on a tragedy.  Word still got out that he wrote it, and they did indeed take up a collection to send him to school in America, despite the devastation on the island.

So Alexander got a free ride to Boston and an allowance for his education, and boarded a ship with all sorts of new opportunities in front of him…and then the ship caught fire.  In the middle of the ocean.

I can only imagine that at that point, Alexander was just like…are you fucking kidding me???

tl;dr: Alexander Hamilton’s life was a shit show before he ever even came to America, but his mother’s intelligence and will and his father’s pride and a horror show history of violence and tragedy just made him more stubborn about surviving and rising above all of it.

Proof Enough?

“Babe look, babe, babe, babe, babe, BAAAABE” w/ Bellamy? Thank you :) (but can you make it that he says the line? thanks :))

Y/N is a grounder and in a secret relationship with Bellamy because they don’t think their friends will understand. But in the end the secret comes out.

There is some swearing and ALMOST smut but, IDK if you guys are ready for that side of me yet ;). Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by youleftme-clarke

K but thank you whoever made this gif you are my god^^^^^

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#pepperonyweek17 - day 7

“We are kinda - well, not kind of -”


No, definitely not.” “Well, yeah.”

A grin split Steve’s face and he leaned across the table to pump Tony’s hand enthusiastically. “Congratulations!”

“Are you going to sign the-”

“Forget about those, Tony, you’re going to have a kid!”

“Steve, I-”

“Get your lawyers to deal with it. That’s what you pay them for, right?”


“When’s the due date?”

Tony sighed. “October.”

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A Girl Called Mike - Part Three

Pairing: Dean × Reader 

Word Count: Around 4500

Summary: The reader disguises herself during hunting jobs as a man named Mike and has met up with the Winchesters several times. They are unaware of her true identity. Feeling they know and trust Mike, they agree to invite the reader to the bunker.

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Part 2

Warnings: Language, Violence 

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions! 

Special thanks and shout out to @misguidedconqueress for reviewing, editing, suggestions, and as always putting up with me.


You started to panic with each step, and not just from the pain. If Dean got anywhere near this wound, there would be a least two things he would be bound to notice.

Dean leaned your back against the hood of the Impala while he went to dig through the truck looking for first aid supplies. You kept a hand pressed on the wound, suspecting the wrap you used to conceal your figure was helping to keep the injury contained and compressed.

“Dean, Seriously.” You gasped out, your act failing with each passing minute. “You should update Sam.”

“That can wait.” Dean replied frazzled, unable to locate the first aid supplies. In the meantime he brought you an old T-Shirt you could use to sop up some of the blood. “You afraid I’ll see you cry or something?” Dean questioned, trying to lighten the mood.

“Fuck off.” You clenched your jaw; annoyed with his joke, being much more concerned about what he would actually see. You rolled your eyes knowing ‘Mike’ would have a comeback. “Just afraid you’ll faint from the gore, Winchester.” You paused, trying to get the pain under control. “Then I’ll have to save both our asses.”

You heard Dean softly chuckle followed by the slam of the trunk. Your eyes widened seeing Dean had returned with a bottle of vodka, a fishing hook, and fishing line.

“Quit stalling and suck it up.” Dean joked nervously as he started to sterilize the hook with his lighter.

Your free hand gently scratched the false stubble on your jaw as to tried to think of a distraction. There was no way you could possibly outrun him to your car.

“From what I saw, there is possibly another victim out there. You and Sam need to focus on that. I can patch myself up.” You said eagerly trying to convince him. His earnestly green eyes searched yours. “I’ve had worse.” You lied.

“I can’t just leave you like this…. We’ll make it quick.” Dean explained, torn between the situations.

“I’ll be fine.” You gave one last shot to convince him. “Call if I need to…” When Dean didn’t argue back you asked, “Just help me to my car, alright?”

Dean sighed, still unsure of leaving you alone but gave into your demands, and helped support you walking over to the car. After helping you in, he left the supplies on your passenger seat.

“If I don’t hear from you in a half hour…” He warned.

“I’ll be dead in a ditch,” You sarcastically remarked, realizing too late you were not helping your case. “Don’t even worry about it.” You tried to assure.

“Be safe.” Dean patted the hood of your car before shutting you in.

You watched to ensure he’d make it safely back to his Impala, slightly concerned that thing might pop up again. Once you were satisfied, you grunted from the effort it took to put your car in gear. Dean followed you down the road. You fretted that he might have changed his mind and was following you to the motel. But a few minutes later, you sighed in relief as he turned left at an intersection.

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Child of light

(Excuse me, @disasterartistfangirl, but was that you who asked for more Yondad ficlets, I don’t remember? =D)

Have a little, self-indulgent Yondu and Peter story, set back in the days where Peter was still a young boy.




„I’m so tiiiired… and it huuuurts…“

„Will ya quit that whinin‘ already, Quill.“

“But, look! I have blisters!”

Yondu grunted, sidestepping as Peter all but shoved his palms at him. Not that it helped much – for someone who was only the height of Yondu’s chest, Peter could make it surprisingly difficult to escape him in any way.

And there really were some blisters starting to form on the boy’s palms.

“I said we would get ya a better blaster for next time. ‘S happened on my first blaster practice, too. Now quit it.”

Ow,” Peter said very slowly and very deliberately.

Yondu glared down at him, close to cuffing the boy over the head. But then the whining would only increase, and he would have to endure it all the way back to the ship.

Huffing and rubbing one hand over his face, Yondu shoved the boy lightly forward. “Move yer ass, Quill, I wanna reach the ship in this lightyear.”


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@fandomsunitedposts said “Pet Monsters” for a prompt!
Thank you for the awesome prompt, I hope you like it!

Ken stops trusting his dad when he’s ten, sitting on the couch and watching westerns. Sedan, Ken’s pet, is nestling under Ken’s shirt. Sedan’s been going through growth spurts lately, trying to figure what he’s going to be, and he hasn’t been so good at regulating his own body heat. So Ken does it for him.

Marcus, his dad’s pet, a huge, hundred pound bloodhound, is lying in front of the TV, snoring softly. He’s never been particularly fond of Ken, but Ken likes the look of him, lazy and content like his dad who’s eating potato chips out of his hand.

On screen, the sheriff twirls his gun, lighting up the deserted street with one, two, three shots. The bad guy, dressed all in black, yells and his pet roars. When the last crack fades, the bad guy is lying dead, flat on his back, and his pet, a fanged horse, is lying sightless next to him, dead before it hit the ground.

“They ain’t got wolves there, son,” his dad says, eyes glued to the screen. “Bad guys, they got proper evil things, unearthly things. There’s a reason the good guys shoot him in the heart, you know. It’s so the monster dies too.”

Ken’s heart leaps into his throat and, unconsciously, he presses Sedan closer into his stomach. Sedan’s been growing lately and last week, last week he’d sprouted another leg, bringing the count up to six.

That’s not even mentioning the horns.

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JB Imagine - Hate & 25 min girlfriend (Part 4) - (Best Friend)

A/N: Hey guys ! Apologies if I’m inactive again, it’s basically my final year in school so the work load is a lot more complex. Hope you enjoy this one. Please don’t forget to like and follow for more. Send me some feedback as I always love reading from you guys and my ask is always open for requests .xx

(Part 1) | (Part 2) | (Part 3) 

(Part 4) - Final

Warning : Language

Originally posted by logan-and-stuff

What the actual freck. Why does he have to ruin everything ? What point is he trying to prove ? At the end it isn’t worth it because the feeling isn’t mutual anymore. 

“Justin my man. It’s good to finally meet you” they exchanged a bro fist. I rolled my eyes. I had to. Thank god no one actually saw because Cameron would question it, I don’t want to deal with anything that involves with Justin right now. Sofia was beside him, time to bring out the acting. 

 I got up from my seat with my familiar fake smile plastered - fake that only I would know - it comes off real to everyone else. Justin approaches me while Cameron just shook Sofias hand. 

 He kissed the back of my hand and pulled me in for a hug. “I missed you babygirl” he kissed my cheek. Chills went down my spine oh good lord. I peeked over his shoulder that luckily neither Cameron or Sofia were looking, the last thing I want is looks from both of them…awkward af

 "Stop trying to get on my nerves" I whisper yelled and tried to pry myself away from his embrace. He held my wrist and pulled me back whispering softly in my ear “Who said I was trying.” I rolled my eyes and walked to Cameron and Sofia

I linked my arm with Cameron and just then, Justin linked his arm with Sofia. If he’s trying to make me jealous, it isn’t working out. “Shall we have dinner ?” Justin asked. “We shall” Cameron answered.

 Cameron pulled me to sit next to him so Justin and Sofia can take the vacant seats opposite us. I took my seat of having the view over the railing and just as Cameron can sit down, Justin stopped him “I prefer sitting opposite our partners” he said. Are you kidding me ? Cam please disagree with the boy. “Okay sure man” and he went around the table to sit opposite me. Why does he think that he has to agree with everything Justin says. I believe we all have the right to say no

 Justin grinned when he sat next to me. Can he not ? I rolled my eyes again. Is anyone keeping track with the amount of times I’ve rolled my eyes already ? “Soo should we order ?” Sofia broke the silence. “Yeah sure - waiter” Cameron called for the waiter.

 "How can I help ?“ the waitress asked. She looked around early 30s, brunette with grey eyes. "Yeah we’d like to order please” Justin said. “Okay sure, what would you guys like to order ?” she pulled out a mini book and pen from the pocket of her uniform. We all announced our order to her and she didn’t take down our drinks because Cameron brought some fine red wine. 

 The waiter came back with some wine glasses and poured us each a glass of wine. “I’d like to make a toast” Cameron announced as he raised his glass. We all joined in. “To love and friendship” we all then clinked glasses and said cheers. I could feel Justin stare at me since Cameron said friendship. Ain’t going to happen

 Our food came, we ate, we all had a few conversations here and there. Nothing major happened. I guess we had a good time in a way. Justin and Cameron had offered to pay the bill so they both paid half. We got up from our seats, ready to say our goodbyes and leave. We took the elevator back down and the oh so familiar awkward silence kicks in.

We reached the ground floor and just then Justin whispered “Can we talk in private ?” “Please excuse us” I said to both Cameron and Sofia as we walked a few metres ahead of them. Poor Cam probably thinks something is up and I’m not in the mood to talk about it. “Where are you off to now ?” he asked and shoved his hands in his pockets. “What’s it to you ? Is this why you called me aside ?” I threw questions. “I care about you” that right their hit me. Those words really got to me. 

 "Hell no you don’t. The lies are hurting me. Just stop. You don’t care. Just yesterday you called me a bitch and basically wanted nothing to do with me. Now you’re all so clingy and trying to win me back ? I don’t want to go through this. I don’t need this" I said to walk away. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him. “Where are you going ?” He asked more stern. 

 I turned around to face him “I don’t owe you any explanation. You didn’t want me to be around at home and I guess you don’t like being around bitches either. Looks like that’s my call. Buh-bye now.” I faked a smile for a split second and went back to being straight faced, turned on my heel and was pulled back again. “Stay” he plainly said. “And why should I ?” I rolled my eyes. 

He pulled out something from his jacket pocket, it was our friendship ring. “I want you to wear this again. I want us back. I regret many things, but this would be my biggest regret if I don’t have you in my life again” he reached out for my right hand and slipped it on my ring finger. 

 I was lost for words. At this moment I’m really angry because how could he think this was going to be this easy to get me back and I’m really emotional because I really do want to see him change for the better, as well as be there for him through everything, but I just can’t. “I don’t know what to say but-” Cameron cut me off shouting “Hey guys do you want to maybe head out to a club or something and enjoy the rest of the night ?” He questioned. 

 "Sounds like a plan" Justin smirked and held my hand in his, pulling me along with him. He pulled me towards his car “Justin I should be going with Cam because-” he stopped me and shouted “Yo Cam, Y/N will be coming with me. Sofia you can go on with Cam.” He didn’t bother to wait for their response and opened the passenger door for me. 

 He went around quickly to the drivers side and we were out of the parking lot. I can already see that we’re not going to the club. You may say what makes you think that ? Well, Justin didn’t even bother to hear their response as to which club we’re going to meet up at and he seems to be rushing to go somewhere.

 "We aren’t going to a club…are we ?“ I asked hesitant. Where will he take me anyway ? "Nah we’re going back home” he grinned. He started up the ignition. Oh god. “Justin. I’m going to say this again and I’m going to say it nicely. I’m not moving back with you and nor do I want to be in your life again. You really hurt me this time and it’s going to take a lot more than saying sorry for me to forgive you” he stared back at me and switched the ignition off. 

 "For crying out loud you actually slapped me and called me a -“ I was cut off by his lips on mine. Oh good lord am I dreaming. Is this for real ? I actually pinched myself. He cupped my face, whilst my hands were loose on my lap. This feeling was something. Something totally different. I can actually relate for once when people say they get butterflies in their stomach when they kiss their crush or significant other. 

 I kissed back, but the guilt slowly flooded in. I soon find myself placing my hands on his chest and pushing him away. I looked down at my lap, all too embarrassed to face him since I stopped him. "I can’t. This is wrong” he lifted my chin “In what way is this wrong ? You kissed back, we were enjoying it. You loved me and I’ve finally fallen in love with you” he stated. 

“That’s the thing. I loved you. That’s all in the past. Can we please not right now. Just head home” I said and turned my gaze to look out at the window. He didn’t utter a word and started the ignition.

 We reached home, he opened my door for me and walked in front of me leading the way to the door. The silence today is killing me. I turned to close the door behind me to find Justin had already left to go to his room. Thank fully I had some of my clothes still packed in my closet. I walked up the staircase and the thought that crossed my mind was to knock on Justins door…so I did it

 With just the first knock the door opened on its own, there in the middle of the room Justin stood and was removing his shirt. I coughed “Oh god I’m sorry” I was ready to turn on my heel and run across the hall to my room. I shouldn’t have came here in the first place. “Oh its you. Take a seat” he said casually. I turned back around and chose to sit at the edge of his bed. Living in this house with him for almost 2 years and I’ve only been in his room like 5 times. Shocker. 

 "What’s up" he asked as he then sat next to me. “I just want to clear the air, this day is killing me slowly. Jay I think we should go-” he cut me off “Yeah yeah our separate ways. Y/N it’s so pointless pushing me away because baby I’m just going to get closer to you” as he said this he slowly leaned in. I stood up and moved to stand in front of him. “Stop. We can’t be a thing, it’s all over and you ruined it for yourself Justin. I was just trying to be a good friend and you didn’t want my help, you wanted the girl” I turned on my heel making my way to walk out. He caught my wrist and pulled me to sit on his lap. 

 "Okay how’s this, I’ll kiss you and if any moment in our kiss you don’t feel anything or change your mind, the door is wide open" he gently caressed my cheek and slowly leaned in. I allowed him. I kissed back. I still can’t believe this is actually happening. Their went the butterflies. My hands made their way around his neck. He moved his hands under my thighs as he carried me and placed me back down on his bed. His lips then came into contact with my neck, placing small kisses. I stopped him again.

 "Don’t even lie that you didn’t feel something" he grinned as he followed close behind me. “Oh I definitely felt something” I walked down the hall and started unzipping my dress. I let it fall to the floor and bent down to pick it up. I can feel Justin staring. We’re best friends after all right ? “Shouldn’t we be calling Cam and her to let them know we ain’t coming ?” I asked, I walked into my room, grabbed my pajamas from my closet and slipped them on. 

 "I’m way ahead of you babe. Done and dusted. I told Sofia to take Cam out somewhere" he shoved his hands into his pockets. “Oh and you thought that keeping Cam away from me for the night was going to work for you so you can get me back, and admit that you’ve fallen for me” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. 

 "Yepp pretty much" he grinned and slowly walked towards me. He swiftly wrapped his arm around me and pulled me towards him. Our chests collided. “Y/N I’ve fallen deeply in love with you. I can’t help myself. I needed you all along. You’re the one. I’m really sorry for all that happened recently. Please forgive me” he said. “Forgiven” I smiled. His hand trailed to my neck and started unbuttoning my shirt. I didn’t stop him. 

“Baby you knew these were going to come off anyways” he said pulling me along with him on my bed. “I like being a tease sometimes”

Tattoo My Heart | soulmate!au

Originally posted by 4smols

Summary: Based off the soulmate!au in which any permanent marking you get on your body–like a tattoo–also appears on your soulmate. And Amber gets a lot of tattoos.

Word Count: 6,893

Amber believes in soulmates, but that doesn’t mean she believes in them.

That is to say, she won’t dispute that some people are intrinsically connected–so connected that when a person gets a permanent mark on their body, it also appears on the one they’re bound to. Whether this weird quirk of nature actually means that the two people are destined to be romantically (or even platonically) involved is another matter entirely, as far as Amber is concerned.

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Five Seconds

I’m posting this before I forget and go to bed, lmao. SO! I Remember that I owe you some Hance, @storm-writer soooo ~ Hope you like this small drabble I made in half and hour during work! Based on a OTP imagine somewhere.

Sorry if it is drafty!! Still hope you like it <33 

It can be like a continuation of this drabble: Sharing is Caring

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 

Movie nights are law in their apartment.

They started those the very same week they had moved in. Freshmen in college and best friends since kindergarten, both Hunk and Lance didn’t struggle to find their pace in their new lives as roommates, by now, their dynamic came natural for them.

Though, Hunk still kept his distance. There’s this thing that always makes you hold yourself back when you are living with your best friend, who is also someone you have more-than-friends feelings for.

Hugs, pats and bright smiles? Sure, Hunk can deal with them. Cheek kisses, back hugs, and accidental cuddles? Kill him with a spork and it would hurts less.

Which bring him to his current situation.

Third movie in and Hunk isn’t surprised to see Lance already asleep, heavily leaning against his right side. Lance’s chest rises with rhythm and the warm breath he exhales against Hunk’s neck sends shivers down his spine. Hunk purses his lips in deep thought and wonders if he should cut the movie short and urge Lance to his bed.

The logic part of him says: ‘yes, duh’.

The love struck fool part of him says: ‘nah.’

Hunk doesn’t move a muscle.

He stays still, half paying attention to the movie and the other half glancing back at the sleeping brunet on him. He doesn’t know when but Lance had suddenly changed positions and he now was laying completely on the couch, head inches away from Hunk’s lap and Hunk is so tempted, so damn tempted to pick him up and pulls him close.

He doesn’t really have to make a decision, because in the split of second that he hesitates, hand still hovering just above Lance’s head, the brunet grunts, shifts and drops his head on Hunk’s lap.

Well, alright then.

Hunk just chuckles, heart pounding against his chest, letting his hand fall on top of Lance’s head and starts stroking the brown locks gently.

He makes sure to hear Lance’s soft snores before he lets out a long sigh. He needs to make sure that what he’s about to say stays only between him and the night. Lance can never know, Hunk can’t afford to lose him, not now or ever.

Hunk usually wouldn’t even risk it, but these feelings have gotten out of control and he believes that if he doesn’t let them out, he will never be able to move on.

Not that he wants to, per se, because Lance’s is one of the brightest lights in his life. He’s his best friend, the person who has always been there since the beginning. His life changed that first day in kindergarten when Lance decided that him, Hunk himself, was interesting enough to be his friend. Him.

Hunk is not one to question destiny and he’s not going to start now.

A soft noise below him snaps him back to the present and he smiles fondly when Lance mumbles something incoherently in his sleep and snuggles closer to Hunk’s body heat.

Taking a deep steady breath, Hunk opens his mouth.

“I know you might never acknowledge these words, and that’s okay, I wouldn’t want to put you in that position,” he starts, quietly and shyly, hand never stopping their motion in Lance’s hair, “but believe me when I say that doesn’t change the truth in them; because they are real, honest and important.”

He pauses, moves his hand and caresses Lance’s cheek fondly.

“You’re my best friend, my partner in crime and I don’t know where I would be without you,” Hunk whispers, a nostalgic smile on his lips, “and I can’t never thank you enough for allowing me to be part of your life, because everyday with you by my side is an adventure.”

He chuckles under his breath, shaking his head. “Which is exactly why it’s not a surprise to say that I …” he trails off, biting his lip in hesitation before he nods to himself.

‘Five seconds of courage,’ Lance’s voice echoes inside his mind, taking him back to the time the brunet convinced him to go bungee jumping right after their high school graduation, ‘Just five seconds, Hunk, that’s all you need: don’t think, don’t feel - just do.”

Hunk had followed his advice back then and he had jumped within five seconds, making it one of the best experiences of his life.

Now, he repeats history.

“I love you.” He blurts out, his voice shaky but strong enough to carry the truth in them. The last thing he expected was for Lance to shot his head up as soon as he finishes, making their foreheads to collide painfully.

“Shit! Lance! What -?” Hunk’s complains stops short when he feels two hands cupping his cheeks, moving his head until he’s only a breath away from Lance’s face.

Hunk blinks, mouth open in surprise and gulping loudly when the brunet doesn’t move in the least. Lance keeps staring at him, blue eyes roaming every corner of his face and Hunk’s weak under their spell. Hunk waits, heart on his throat and breathing unsteady, silently letting the brunet know the ball was on his side now. No turning back.

Lance must have noticed because right then, he lets out a shaky breath and looks straight into Hunk’s brown eyes.

“Five seconds.” Lance whispers and Hunk don’t have time to question him before a pair of lips are on his own and everything else fades.

Every sound from the street outside, the creaking noise of their neighbor upstairs, the annoying clicking noise their ceiling fan does every ten seconds. There’s only Lance. Lance and his lips, hands, heartbeat. Hunk melts.

They break apart, a soft gasp leaving Lance’s mouth and Hunk’s heart flutters at the sound.

“How about we make it ten seconds?” Hunk mumbles, the corner of his mouth twitching pleased when Lance snorts and shakes with giggles.

“I’m okay with that.” Lance whispers, eyelids half open as he leans down once again.

Hunk meets him halfway.

Gajevy Week: Prompt: First Date Memories of Shaved Ice


Rated: M-MA-ish

Prompt: First Date


Memories of Shaved Ice

Levy tries to convince Gajeel to take her out on a date.

Post Year Gap

Levy sighed, laying on the bed, her belly swollen with her pregnancy as she was bored with her book. A rare moment, but it did happen. Her eyes glanced to the man half dozing next to her, enjoying the silence.

She had been confined to bedrest as ordered by her husband.

Stupid Gajeel.

She was seven months pregnant, for the last two months he had watched her like a hawk. She rarely was able to go to the guild, at least not without promise of Mira, Juvia, and Erza to be watching her if Gajeel wasn’t there.

She loved the man and her friends, but this was ridiculous. Though, she had to admit she was driving him a bit crazy as well. He was paranoid she’d get hurt. And with the gasps of pain that would occasionally come from the sharp kicks of their unborn child, he would panic and all but rush her off to the doctor.

She did ponder the thought that she might be pregnant with twins, but she assumed not. The doctors hadn’t noticed anything, said that sometimes women just got big during their pregnancy.

“You know. I don’t remember what our official first date was.” She hummed. So, she was lying. She knew she was. Their first date was back during the Grand Magic Games. Their first date, that had been a first date truly alone, had been to a small fair that had been in Balsam Village back when they were on a small vacation from the Magic Council.

“Wha…?” He turned his head, blinking his eyes to wake up. “Seriously? That’s what’s on yer mind?”

“Mhm.” She hummed, turning a page. Despite her eyes being on the book, she wasn’t reading a single word. She felt so cooped up, wanting to go on a walk. Maybe grab some lunch… or something sweet. “I was wondering if that trip to the waterpark was our first date or the weekend in Balsam Village was.” Thinking of that trip made her think of their little adventure to the shaved ice stand…

Shaved ice sounded delicious.

Gajeel was making noises, something akin to confusion and annoyance tossed into one. He wasn’t tired as he was bored, but fuck this woman would drive him into an early grave.

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