i was cheering for her on the top of my lungs when she said this

Devoid Of Color - Smut

Originally posted by multihxe

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader
Words: 4,170
AN: This was an anon request for a Soulmate AU where you didn’t see colors until you met your soulmate. I hope I did this justice because Soulmate AU’s are my FAVORITE. Love ya’ll, let me know what you think!

Title taken from Halsey’s Colors. The Veselka and Space Billiards are real places in NYC. You’re welcome.

If there was anything you wanted more in life, it was to meet your soulmate. As strange as it sounds, meeting your soulmate was a top priority in everyone’s life, because you needed to meet them in order to see color. The world was just a drab mixture of blacks and greys before that. Your mother had explained it to you once when you were small, that color would wash over your vision slowly, dull and drab, but still there. It was only when you got to know them more that the colors would become brighter, streaks of red and blue and yellow lighting up the world in full HD.

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Candy Hearts


Based on the word “Inevitable”

Draco’s eleven.

He’s gasping lungs and cracked open ribs as he clutches the acceptance letter in his pocket and glances up at the frost laced rooftops of Diagon Alley, realizes that there’s an entire world beyond the manor walls and he hadn’t even realized it.

He’s eleven and catching sight of her through shop window reflections like crystal balls. Dragging himself into Florish and Bots because there’s curiosity, no, interest, no, enchantment, maybe, ebbing like magic through the whorls of his fingertips. And she’s in his peripheral, schoolbooks clutched to her chest and smile soft, eyes wide and lashes fluttering. Luminescent in the light filtering through the window.

Draco watches as she rolls her sleeves up to her elbows and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, strains on her tiptoes to reach a book on one of the higher shelves and –

“Here,” he says, grabs the book and slips it into her hands. Ignores the spark that catches between their fingertips and tugs, oh yes, he’s close enough to see the color of her eyes like rainbows reflected through a prism, the butterfly soft smile that traps itself against her mouth as she meets his eyes –

Says her name, “Y/N,” like wind chimes or a symphony.

And Draco thinks that it might as well be a spell.


Draco’s twelve.

He’s glances cast across a classroom, over his shoulder, when he hopes that nobody is looking. Fingers brushing and elbows knocking and, “Excuse me, I didn’t watch where I was going.” He did, and he’d be lying if he said that touching her felt anything less than a charm.

He’s twelve and he’s the pride swelling in his chest at his first Quidditch match when he can hear her somewhere below him, cheering his name. He tells her that she’s his good luck charm the next day, doesn’t quite catch the blush that suffuses her cheeks before he turns away.

But it’s the last day of term and she’s slipping by him in the train corridor and, “Have a good summer, Draco,” she says, hesitates, brushes her lips against his cheek.

He hadn’t quite believed in magic, until then.


Draco’s thirteen.

He’s Blaise’s snickering and Pansy’s knowing looks and jealousy, hot and potent, bubbling like a potion he hadn’t managed to get right in his stomach as Cormac McLagen smirks and smiles and sidles up beside Y/N in the Great Hall during breakfast one day.

He’s thirteen and he’s fucking captivated as snowflakes dust Y/N’s lashes and the wind twirls the ends of her scarf, as she wipes butterbeer from her upper lip and giggles at something that one of her friends whispers into her ear.

“I’ll help you back,” he offers, seizes a chance, when her friends have run ahead of her on the path back to the castle.

And she smiles at him, tucks an arm through the crook of his elbow. Tells him about the trouble she’s been having in Transfiguration lately and if she can’t figure it out her parents will have her head for sure and –

“I can tutor you, if you’d like,” he says, wonders if Blaise had spiked his pumpkin juice with Felix Felicis that morning. Hopes that she can’t feel his heartbeat through the jut of his elbow.

“I’d love that,” she replies.

And he can’t quite believe his luck.


Draco’s fourteen.

He’s library desks cluttered with books and ink blotches, Madam Pince’s furious hushing when he and Y/N forget to be quite. The way light streaks and shimmers around her, distorted as though they’re drowning in the Black Lake.

He’s fourteen and strangely, oddly hopeful as he clasps her fingers, marvels at the fit of her hand in his, shows her the correct hand motion and heart stops, starts, stutters when she doesn’t quite pull away.

“I aced my last test,” she tells him, runs towards him in the corridor, throws her arms around his neck till he can feel her heartbeat crash against his.

“I guess you don’t need a tutor anymore then,” he says. A frown is burgeoning on the cusp of his mouth.

“No, no,” she says hurriedly. “I still do.”

And he isn’t sure why he hasn’t transfigured this, them into something else yet.


Draco’s fifteen.

He’s the firewhiskey on his lips and the castle floor on the palms of his hands as he reaches forward and spins the bottle yes, hopes, wonders, waits as it spins, spins, lands on her, oh yes.

He’s fifteen and he’s the lip-gloss on her lips, the way they crash head on like a train-wreck, a car crash and he doesn’t have an algorithm for this: him, her, the kiss.

Because her mouth fits neatly against his and she tastes like melted sugar, like cotton candy, all soft edges and fluttering pulse points. His eyes are closed and he can’t quite believe/ only he can, he’d rigged the game.

Afterwards, afterwards, afterwards:

He pulls her into a broom cupboard and threads his fingers through her hair, tastes butterbeer on her tongue and feels his tonsils glued together because this is a secret and he can’t quite find the right words to say.

But things are different, they’re different and he holds her hands as he walks her to class, kisses her across the tabletop in Honeydukes and grabs her, twirls her after Quidditch matches. He wraps his scarf around her neck and they pass notes in class, sit at the top of the astronomy tower at night and map out the handful of constellations that they know.

It’s this: him, her, and how he hadn’t anticipated that the winds would change.


Draco’s sixteen.

He’s late night kisses and early morning platitudes, worried questions and, “Draco, I know something’s wrong.” The mark on his arm and the worry that’s coiled tight in his gut as he attempts to keep it covered up.

He’s sixteen and he’s breaking, the world too heavy on Atlas’ shoulders. Because he has a noose around his neck and he can’t do it, can’t, can’t, can’t.

They lose their virginity to each other the night before he’s meant to kill Dumbledore. And it’s like falling through a pensieve to a memory he didn’t know he had; soft lips and rolling hips and gasps, teeth, fingers fit neatly in the groove of her waist.

Here’s how it goes:

A girl, a boy, a tragedy. He’s Icarus and she’s the sun and it’s not her that kills him, oh no, it’s the ocean and melted wax dripping down his back.

He tells her ‘I love you’ before he tells him ‘I have to kill you’.

And there’s a green light and he’s Gatsby and he’s never managed to reach what he wanted, no, has only ever been a cautionary tale.

He’s sixteen and he’s a mistake, a heartbreak, the boy who made all the wrong choices.


Draco’s seventeen.

He’s the shards of a broken chandelier stuck in his mouth, his hands, vocal chords torn to ribbons as lights flash green and screams echo through the hallowed corridors of the manor. The letters he’d sent her that don’t have a reply, the ragged stitches of a heart never meant to mend.

He’s seventeen and the room of requirement is burning around him, life flashing before his eyes, flames licking at his heels. It’s her, her, her. And Crabbe’s gone, the room is charred but it’s not over yet, is never over.

There’s blood on his hands and in his throat when he sees her again. When he grabs her, yells, watches as a Death Eater’s body crumbles to the floor.

Her palm is sweaty against his, breaths ragged and tears sooty.

There’s a war raging around them and he finds that he doesn’t quite care.


Draco’s eighteen.

He’s the faded mark on his arm and the ring in his pocket and the happiness – cautious, unsure, new – that permeates the walls of his new home with her. Because the war is over and the world is still turning.

He’s eighteen and he’s a happy ending, maybe, a fairytale that didn’t quite end with them riding off into the sunset but ended like this instead: him and her and he thinks that that’s all he ever really needed.

Big Win [Stiles Lacrosse Week Smut]

Author: @dylan-ohbrien
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 3,285
Warnings: Smut (Oral male & female receiving), language that’s about it ;)
A/N: So this is my first time writing a Stiles fic and I thought what better first than one for lacrosse week? I wrote this in a few hours and I haven’t done that in forever so I’m pretty proud of myself for that lol, that being said, I’m sure there are errors that I missed. It’s just kinda cute and smutty so I hope you guys like it! :)

Originally posted by itsbecauseteenwolf

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Harry Styles - Best Friends Get In Fight - Imagine

[I wish I had a Harry to help me through bff fights. I’ve had plenty of them. lol Enjoy!]

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Dearly Beloved

Originally posted by frosya

Read the first here! ~http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/158907528077/lovely-lovely-man

You awoke that morning to a beautiful spring day, the sun peaked through soft clouds as they rolled lazily in the sky of gentle blue. You could see the wind shake the leaves of the trees and the golden ends of the barley field next to your home.

“The flowers look wonderful this spring, Miss Fontaine,” You complimented the elderly florist as you examined her daffodils. “And what a lovely shade of yellow.”

“Thank you, dear.” She beamed proudly as you took two and placed them in your basket.

“And how are the lilies?” You asked as she reached under the counter for some shears to cut the stems of her fresh roses.

“Oh just fine, though I still think they’ll need a week or two to fully bloom,” Miss Fontaine saw the minor look of disappointment in your face before laughing softly. “You’ll be the first to hear when they’re ready.”

You smiled at her generosity. “Thank you, have you tried-”

Your words were caught off as the front door of the florist shop opened, a little bell chiming as it did. You whirled around to find a completely out of breath Lefou with his hands on his knees as he huffed the breath back into his lungs.

“Lefou? Are you alright?” You asked as you gingerly placed your hand on his shoulder.

He stood up straight and tall, turning to you as he heaved one final sigh. “Gaston…Gaston is looking for you.”

“Is he drunk again already?” You asked with a clear and sharp agitation to your voice before you placed your flower basket on the counter. “For goodness sake Lefou, it’s barely the afternoon?”

Lefou laughed but it was cut short by a cough as his lungs couldn’t take the strain. “No not-hing like that, I assure, Is there somewhere I can sit?” He asked while simultaneously falling backwords onto the bench by the window, though you still made sure he didn’t harm himself on the way down.

Patiently, you waited for the poor man to catch his breath before he spoke again. “But, Gaston still wishes to speak with you,” He said clearly. “Said it’s urgent.”

You sighed before setting your basket in front of Miss Fontaine. “Would you mind if I left these here? I shouldn’t be too long.”

The old woman giggled and waved her hand. “Don’t you worry about a thing dear.” She then gave you a mischievous wink which only left you perplexed.

Your eyes found there way back to Lefou who, regardless of his disposition only moments ago, was practically beaming.

“Is there something I’m missing?” You asked, turning your gaze between the two of them.

They both shook their heads and Miss Fontaine ushered you both out of the shop. “Everything will still be here when you return, don’t hurry.” She said with that girlish giggle again.

“Will you come?” Lefou asked as he placed his hat back upon his head.

“I dont really have a choice it seems,” You said as you brushed out the skirts of your dress and fixed your hair. “Lead the way.”

You and Lefou had become dear friends in the time you had known each other, so throughout the walk you made simple small talk about how nice the weather was or how lovely Villeneuve looked during Springtime.

Just as you rounded the corner to Gaston’s home, you grabbed Lefou’s arm to pull him back. “Be honest, what aren’t you telling me.”

Lefou laughed awkwardly and shrugged. “I have no idea what you mean!” He then saw the unwavering look upon your face and he sighed in defeat. “It isn’t my place to tell you, I made a promise.”

You smiled at him regardless. “I understand, thank you for escorting me here.”

He tipped his hat. “Good luck, Miss (Y/n).”

Lefou quickly made his exit before you could question him on his words, and with that you walked up to the door and raised on the brass knocker before dropping it against the dark wooden door.

Almost instantly it swung open and you were pulled into two very strong arms that whirled you around once you were inside.

“(Y/n)! It’s a lovely day isn’t?” Gaston said in a rather uncharacteristically cheerful voice, and when he set you back on the ground you looked up to his bright smile.

“You’ve certainly sobered up, last night you could barely keep your eyes focused on the same place.” You teased him as you closed the door behind you.

“Well of course I did, I had you taking care of me didn’t I?” He asked you as he lead further into his home setting you on the sofa before he held out his hands. “Here, close your eyes.”

“What for?”

“A surprise.”

You did as told, holding your hands over your eyes so you couldn’t see him.

“One moment…,” Gaston said and you heard retreating footsteps and a few rustling noises before you heard him return in front of you. “Okay, you can open them.”

You opened your eyes to see a full bouquet of perfectly bloomed white lilies held in his hand.

“Oh my.” You said with a broad smile on your face as you took thek from him. “There absolutely wonderful, where did you get them? Miss Fontaine said her lillies weren’t bloomed yet.”

Gaston pulled one of his chair from the dining table so he could sit with you. “I bought them from her and asked her if she’s keep it a secret, I knew they were your favorite.”

You gently set them down in your lap as you noticed the yellow ribbon holding the stems together. “Thank you, Gaston. It was very kind of you to think of me.

Gaston smiled, “Of course, the lilies aren’t the real reason why I asked to see you.” He said, though his voice was little more quiet and he had moved closer to you.

You looked up from the flowers to meet his eyes with a smile before looking back down at them. “Go on.”

“Well in light of our conversation from last night, there was a question I’d wanted to ask since you left.” Gaston took both of your hands in his and your gazes met each other and you nodded for him to continue. “I’d like to ask you if you’d like to marry me?”

You were completely taken back by the question it seemed to have knocked the air out of you. You’d never think the random conversations you two had after a night were he particularly had too much ale or wine would ever lead to this scenario.

Gaston saw the expression on your face and he couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “I understand if this a bit too foward, considering we’ve never formally courted one another,” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small red box, placing it in your hands. “And I have every intention of properly courting you and asking for your family’s good graces, but I want you to hold on to this until that happens.”

You took the box in both of your hands, staring at with wide eyes before they met his again. “I don’t…”

“You may open it if you’d like. I promise all of the evil in the world won’t sprout from the top the moment you lift the lid.” He said, making you both laugh and easing the tension.

Curiosity got the better of you and slowly you opened this box, smiling whenever you saw the ring sitting in the pool of dark velvet. It was a similar shape and style the engagement your mother always wore, and one you always admired.

“I spoke to your brother whenever chosing it.” Gaston said as he looked down at it with you. “You don’t need to accept or reject me anytime soon, I’m more than willing to wait.”

His hands enclosed around yours and he closed the box. “I shall wait regardless of your answer.”

You opened your mouth before closing it and shaking your head at how silly you were being. “I think…,” You said looking up at him with a genuine smile. “Should the time come, I would like to marry you,” You said, watching the light encase in his eyes and his smile grow. “Very much so.”

Gaston leaned foward, careful not to crush your flowers, and kissed your forehead tenderly. “Then that is very good news indeed.”

Summer Secrets (Part 3)

I’m so sorry this is so late! Hope you all enjoy it!

Part 1: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/157114871223/summer-secrets

Part 2: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/157174526553/summer-secrets-part-2

Part 4: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/158317245213/summer-secrets-part-4

Part 5: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/158334216753/summer-secrets-part-5

Masterlist: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/157919516668/masterlist

Summary: Archie confronts Jughead about what happened between you two. Jughead initially denies anything happening, before finally telling Archie why you two broke up.

After Jughead had walked out of the dance, you couldn’t help but lose it. Tears streamed down your face as Archie pulled you closer to him. “It’s okay, [Y/N].” He said, but he couldn’t help but wonder what you and Jughead were arguing about. He’d never seen you two talk to each other. He decided that he was going to find out.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” He asked after a few minutes. You nodded slowly, pulling away and wiping the tears off your face. You couldn’t let Jughead get to you like that. This year was about being a better you and no boy was going to ruin that for you.

“I don’t want to go back in there looking like this.” You joked quietly, hoping to lighten the mood.

“You still look beautiful.” Archie smiled down at you. You laughed, then stopped, remembering what Jughead had said. Archie was a good guy, which made Jughead’s words cut that much deeper.

Archie walked you home in a content silence and you thanked him when he dropped you off at your house. “Goodnight, [Y/N].”

“Goodnight, Archie.” You made your way inside and to your room to change into your pajamas and go to bed.

As soon as you were inside, Archie turned and made his way to the place he knew Jughead would be. Pop’s.

As soon as Archie entered the old diner, his eyes fell on Jughead. He was the only person in the building besides Pop himself. Jughead was facing the opposite direction, typing away on his laptop. As Archie approached him, he could see Jughead closing a document with your name on it.


It was a few days after you had met Jughead. The two of you had decided to hang out by the lake for a picnic. Of course, Jughead had brought his laptop to work on his writing. After you finished your sandwich, you leaned over his shoulder to see what he was writing.

“What are you writing, JJ?” you ask.

“Just working on a story…” he readjusts so his laptop faces away from you.

“Why are you moving it away from me?” you teased, scooting closer to him to try to see his screen.

“Because it’s not done yet.” He laughed, a slight blush tinting his cheeks.

“At least tell me if it’s fiction or nonfiction.”

He glanced at you then back at the screen, before stating flatly, “Nonfiction.”

“Is it about me? Is that why you won’t show it to me?” You hit him playfully. He glances down at you again, with a slight smirk on his face. “Oh my god, it is! Jughead, you have to let me read it if it’s about me!” You lunge at him, trying to grab his laptop so you can read what he said about you. He turns away from you, laughing.

"No, you can’t read it until it’s done.”

"Whatever Jughead, you suck. Why can’t I ever read anything you’ve written?” You asked half teasing half serious.

"When it’s done.” He promised.

The rest of the afternoon went by peacefully, with you staring at the water and enjoying his presence while Jughead tapped away on his laptop. You saw him glance at you every once in a while and you knew he was writing about you. But what was he saying about you?


"What are you working on?” Archie asked as he slid into the opposite side of the booth.

Jughead jumped slightly. “God, Archie. You scared the hell out of me.” He quickly returned to his typing, without even looking up at Archie.

A few moments went by before Archie spoke up again. “Are you gonna tell me what you were writing about [Y/N]?” Archie asked, his tone rigid. He knew that Jughead had avoided the question.

Jughead’s eyes snapped up from his laptop to meet Archie’s. “What are you talking about?” He asked flatly, before returning his gaze to the computer.

“Jughead.” Archie was growing impatient.

“Archie.” Jughead said apathetically, still tapping away on his keyboard.

Archie reached across the table and slammed the top of Jughead’s laptop down. Jughead had to move his fingers away quickly so they weren’t crushed.

“What do you want Archie?” Jughead was angry.

“I want to know what happened between you and [Y/N].”

“Nothing happened between us.” Jughead sighed. “Just let it go, Archie.” He opened his laptop.

“You know you made her cry at the dance?”
Jughead’s face softened, and he looked back at Archie. He never meant to make you cry. Archie continued, “I had to take her home early. She missed half of the dance because of you.”

“Because of me?” He laughed bitterly. “It was because of herself.”

Archie gave him a puzzled look.

Jughead sighed. He might as well come clean.

“She agreed to go to the dance with you to make me jealous.” Archie opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it when he saw Jughead was continuing. He wasn’t super into you, but hearing you’ve been used is never pleasant.

“We started hanging out this summer when she moved back to town. She told me the reason she followed us around when we were younger was because she had a crush on me.” Archie raised his eyebrows. Everyone had thought you liked Archie. “One thing led to another and… we were kinda together.” Jughead stared out the window. He was starting to get lost in his own story.

“She didn’t want anyone else to know she was back in town because she wanted to revamp herself and make a grand entrance on the first day of school.” Jughead smiled. “She sure does like to be dramatic.” His gaze turned back to Archie and the smile fell from his lips.

“Anyways, we hung out together most of the summer, then a week before school started…”


You and Jughead were hanging out at your spot. It was a secluded area on the lake’s shore. The two of you would come out here pretty often at all times of the day to talk, relax, and just enjoy each other’s company. And, honestly, there were a few make out sessions.

But today you were talking about the upcoming year at school. “I think I’m going to take art for my last elective.” You said thoughtlessly as you stared out at the water. You would miss spending almost every day with Jughead. Of course you’d still see him, but it wouldn’t be the same.

“Why don’t you take creative writing with me?” He asked, moving closer to you, so his right leg was touching your left leg.

You turned to him and smiled, placing your arm on his shoulder. “I’m a terrible writer, JJ. That would be bad for everyone involved.” He chuckled.

After a few minutes of thought, you spoke up, “I think I’m going to try out for the cheer squad.”

Jughead pushed himself away from you, so he could look you fully in the face. He had a worried look on his face. “Why?”

“I need to make friends here. What better way to meet other girls than to be part of a team?”

“Then try out for a sport.” His voice sounded stern and unamused. “Don’t join that squad of bitches.”

You frowned at him. “You can’t assume that they’re all bitches just because they’re cheerleaders.”

“Trust me, [Y/N], I can. All of the River Vixens are awful.” He didn’t want you to join that squad. All of those girls hated him, especially Cheryl. They thought he was weird and creepy, and he couldn’t risk them turning you against him.

“Why are you making such a big deal about this? I just want to make friends.” Why was Jughead being so protective of you? You couldn’t remain friendless forever and although he was important to you, Jughead couldn’t be the only person in your life.

“Because those aren’t the type of people you want to be friends with.” He said flatly, turning away from you, as if he wanted the conversation to be done.

“And who are you to decide who I want to be friends with?” You were getting angry. You stood up, not wanting to sit so close to him anymore.

He stood up and began packing up the towel you had been sitting on. “Fine, [Y/N], do whatever you want. But don’t come crying to me when those girls eat you alive.”

“So you don’t think I can handle making my own friends?” You folded your arms across your chest.

“That’s not what I said-”

“That’s what you implied. You should support me no matter what choices I make.” You said, turning away.

“If you want your boyfriend to sit back and let you make bad decisions, then maybe I shouldn’t be your boyfriend.” You could feel your heart breaking in half at what he was saying. The first time he had ever referred to himself as your boyfriend and he was saying you should break up.

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” You said harshly, without turning to look at him. You didn’t want him to see the pain in your face.

He didn’t mean what he said, but your response hurt him. He walked towards you, putting his hand on your shoulder. “[Y/N]…” You yanked your shoulder away from his reach.

It was too late, he had hurt you too badly. You turned towards him and saw the pain in his eyes. “Goodbye, Jughead.” You said before turning around and leaving.

Night Out | SEHUN

Pairing: Sehun (EXO) x Reader

Word Count: 3168

Summary: The second you see Sehun on a night out, you decide that you want him all to yourself. He doesn’t seem to mind either. 


Originally posted by veriloquentmind

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Okay, so this thing really snowballed. I read over it this morning and did some minor editing, but I don’t hate it which is a good thing I guess.

All I wanted was some Astrid taking care of Hiccup for a change plus leading the Dragon Riders because he can’t. Anyway…

I hope you enjoy it, I’ve posted it below the cut because it’s loooong. You can also read it here.

Hiccup pushes himself too hard after the events of the season finale and winds up sick. Astrid is torn between looking after him and leading the dragon riders against the last of the dragon hunters.

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As Long As You’re Mine

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Summary: Reader is taking the part of Elphaba in Wicked on Broadway alongside Aaron Tveit as Fiyero and Libby Servais as Glinda. Daveed is her boyfriend and gets jealous of the relationship that the reader and Aaron share on and off stage.

Note: Well,I’m back at it whether you like it or not. Thanks so much for the feedback on Lost in You. I pumped out this fic for y’all mostly based on the fact that I’m extreme trash for Wicked, Daveed, and Aaron so this was birthed from that. Thanks to those nearest and dearest to my heart, @strongenoughfoundation, @literallylin, and @linslovelylocks for listening to my rambles about my idea for this. I hope you all enjoy! As usual feedback is appreciated.

“Looking a little sick, aren’t you? It’s almost showtime!”

     Glancing in the mirror, all you saw was green. Your face, your neck, your hands. All green. And for a pretty good reason: you were finally going to be whom almost every actress longs to be: Elphaba Thropp, the leading lady in Wicked. You’ve been working for this role ever since you got the chance to see Idina originated the role back in ‘03.

    “Very funny, Lin. Truly. I haven’t heard that one before.” Lin Manuel Miranda. The man was a genius. The two of you met back in 2006 when you were fresh out of high school and he was working on Heights at an acting seminar in the city. You never lost contact and became fast friends despite the age difference. Eventually you befriended his wife Vanessa and the two of you meet every Saturday for a little shopping trip.

     “I’m just kidding, (Y/N). I’m proud of you. You’ve come all this way from that little 18 year old dreamer. Look how well you did in Hamilton.”

 Yes, it’s true. Everyone’s other dream: to be in the new hit musical. As a part of the original cast ensemble, you got to sing and dance onstage every night beside your closest friends. You and Jasmine became almost attached at the hip as soon as rehearsals began. When she and Anthony began dating, the two of you became close as well. Let’s not forget the most important relationship: You and Daveed. The two of you had been crushing on each other and flirting since the beginning. “If you don’t snatch him up soon, I will.” Jasmine used to tease you. “Jaz, you have a boyfriend!” You would reply. He finally gathered up the courage to ask you out last summer and the two of you have been going strong ever since. Even after almost a year, the two of you were still on cloud nine.

“C’mon Lin, don’t tease the poor girl. Can’t you seen she’s nervous?” Daveed said, walking into your dressing room with a smirk on his face.

“Baby, I’m not nervous. Just, well, okay maybe I am a bit nervous. I mean who wouldn’t be. Playing Elphie is an honor.” You replied shakingly.

“I have full confidence in you, (Y/N/N). You’re going to go out on that stage and kill it. Defy gravity. No pun intended.” Daveed affirmed, embracing you in his arms, careful not to smudge any green.

“I second that!” Lin piped in, “Or V and I wouldn’t have flown all the way from London to see you. You’re gonna do amazing out there.”

“(Y/N)! Get in your place. It’s almost time!. Good Luck!” the stagehand, Ralph, called from outside the door.

“Oh, God I think I’m going to be sick!” You cried, pacing back and forth running your hands along your face.

“Well, geez, you do look a little gree-” “Seriously, Lin?” “Sorry. Good luck, I know you’ll do amazing out there. Show em’ what you’re made of!” He said, running out of the room heading to his seat.

“Hey, Look at me.” Daveed said softly, grabbing your arm pulling you closer to him. Glancing up at him through your eyelashes, you began to listen to what he had to say.

“You’re going to get on that stage, give the best performance of your life, and make the audience go wild at the finale. You’ve worked so hard for this role and you deserve it without a doubt.” With the way he looked right into your eyes, you knew what he said was sincere.

“God dammit, D, you’re gonna make me cry. I can’t have this damn paint smudge!” You answered with a giggle.

“Well, you know me always making the ladies cry.” He winked at you, pointing with finger guns.

“Finger guns, really?” You said with crossed arms and a smile on your face.

“Oh come on you know you love em’!” Daveed said on his way out of the room. While he was walking out, another just happened to walk in.

“Aaron!” You exclaimed. Aaron Tveit. The man of everyone’s dreams. Tall build, blonde hair, gleaming eyes, and a killer smile. As the two of you began to talk, you didn’t notice the slight scowl on your boyfriends face as he left the room.

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Dean Ambrose - Happiest Man Alive.

Dean Ambrose - Prompts #20 “I’m pregnant” and #37 “You’re lying”

Request for - @ryleeroseb4

Warnings - Fluff, Pregnancy (is that warning idk)

Word Count - 2000 Words.

Originally posted by iamed04

Today was a big day, it was Smackdown live and your long term (3 years to be exact) boyfriend Dean Ambrose had a title shot to become the 2x Intercontinental champion. You so badly wanted him to win, it would be the perfect set up to tell him about your long awaited 3 month pregnancy that you had been waiting to surprise him with. You see, you and Dean had been actively trying for a baby over the past year. Although it was hard considering you were also on the road with him as one of Smackdown Live’s make up artists. It was safe to say it was pretty early to be trying for children but you both knew you had found ‘the one’ the moment you saw each other. When you two had first started trying you were both extremely naive thinking it was going to all happen quickly, but you were both very wrong. There had been a few complications along the way - some hard to swallow and others well, they just mean’t you got more time in bed with your man

But low and behold after many months and weeks of quite literally relentless (but incredibly fun) trying; you were finally pregnant. You had been bursting to tell him since you found out when you were just 2 weeks. But you had contained yourself and waited for the 3 month ‘safe point’ now was just a waiting game of pin pointing the moment you were going to tell him. But tonight’s Smackdown match up provided that perfect opportunity - that if everything went to plan.

You were currently backstage with Dean’s best friend Roman and his daughter Jojo, you were both ‘hiding’ from Dean due to the fact Roman was still meant to be with Raw on tour but he opted to come see his brother after a long time apart and you were meant to be wrapped up in bed after a faux illness you had suddenly contracted; this morning you had told your boyfriend you that you felt deathly sick (which wasn’t a lie with morning sickness and all that) and you probably wouldn’t be able to make it to his match tonight. You must admit you felt overly guilty when you saw the dimples from his unusual morning smile disappear as you told him you couldn’t make it, but those feelings instantly went away as soon as you look at or even felt the 12 week scan in the back pocket of your jeans. Or remember that your elaborate surprise would fix a permanent grin to his features for a long long time. Roman was the only person who knew about your pregnancy and he only found out an hour or so prior to meeting him at Smackdown - but you had sworn him to secrecy, not even allowing him to text his wife or Seth, you didn’t want people knowing before the person that deserved to know the most.

~Match Time~

As soon has Maryse’s hand connected with Dean’s cheek your heart sunk - instantly recognising the imminent disqualification heading The Miz’s way obviously resulting in him retaining. You looked over to Roman who at first appeared pre-occupied with little Jojo, but you could see the same look on his features as the one you felt in your stomach. The nauseous feeling only became worse when you saw the ref raise his hand in the direction of the time keepers area, you placed your head in your hands bracing yourself for the sound of the bell - but slowly began to raise your head as the sound never came and Roman gave your shoulder a slight nudge along with a heartychuckle. Your eyes wearily glanced up to the screen to a smile formed on your face and giggle bubbled from your rouged lips as your saw Dean being as stubborn as ever arguing with ref, almost pleading the ref to not disqualify The Miz. You could see the sceptical look dousing the features of the official causing you to cross your fingers and bite the skin around your nails out of nervous habit - as soon as you saw the officials hand rest at his side signifying the continuation of the match you slowly let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding; hearing the Samoan beside you do the same.

The match dragged on and you could see fatigue setting with in both superstars, Jojo had long lost interest but you and Roman were still perched on the edges of you seats - it seemed Ro wanted your plan to work almost as much as you did. Your eyes drifted from the screen for a mere 5 seconds but were instantly diverted back as you heard a huge pop erupt from the crowd - one so deafening it even brought Jojo’s attention to the TV. You squealed in delight as you saw Dean hook Miz’s arms ready for ‘dirty deeds’, you excitement rocketed as he successfully hit the devastating DDT and the official began the three count. You rapidly slapped Romans arm as the referees hand touched the canvas finalising the three count, you hugged Roman, your heightened emotion caused makeup stained tears to fall onto his shirt.

“Y/N you have to go hide, you know he won’t be out there long” Roman’s deep voice announced pulling away from the celebratory hug. You quickly nodded in realisation and headed to the bathroom of the Dean’s dressing room, assuring you left the door open a fraction so you could see your boyfriend the moment he walked in. It was a short five minutes before you heard the two best friends. 

“Congratulations brother” Roman quite literally screamed at Dean, you boyfriend chuckled pulling Roman in for a ‘bro hug’

“Cheers man, means a lot - happy to be holdin’ the gold again” Dean mused gesturing to the title gleaming upon his shoulder. A look of fondness adorned your face admiring how happy he was - and how he was about to become a whole lot happier.

“Where’s Y/N man?” Roman questioned clearly trying to conceal the smirk creeping to his face, as Dean scooped up Jojo giving her a massive cuddle from her favourite uncle. You heart beat sped up and a feeling of warmth swarmed your body just seeing just how much of a perfect daddy Dean will be.

“She couldn’t make it, she was really sick this morning” he shrugged continuing to hold Jojo - the small girl amused by the championship upon Dean’s shoulder. “I’m waiting on the soppy congratulations text that she’s probably been typing for five minutes already” he rolled his eyes playfully - that sentence was the perfect opportunity to reveal your presence. You made one final check of you back pocket just to make sure the scan hadn’t fallen out - as soon as you felt it that beaming smile broke onto your face again.

“What sort of champs girlfriend isn’t there to greet the champ” you announced as you walked out of the bathroom door holding your arms out. Dean promptly placed Jojo down and bolted over to you; picking you up and swinging you round.

“I thought you were ill! You little bitch you lied” he scolded playfully his scruff tickling your face as he kissed your temple.

“I did not lie, i did feel sick - but i wouldn’t miss the love of my life getting what he wanted more than anything; his championship back!” you argued defensively with a giggle, pressing your soft lips to Dean’s as he continued holding you in a tight yet comforting embrace - that was until his arms loosened around you and his face become more serious.

“Babe, i promise i will give you what you want soon - i’ll make you happy, i already know you’ll be an amazing mother” he mumbled lowly his piercing cerulean staring directly into yours as he gently intertwined his still sweaty hands with your more delicate ones. You stared at him your features perplexed in bewilderment - before you finally understood what he meant; you had to try your hardest to conceal your smile before you spoke up.

“Maybe a lot sooner than we thought” you announced twirling a strand of your loosely curled hair between your painted nails. He gave you a puzzled look and placed his hand on your shoulder - daintily rubbing circles into it with his thumb; something he often did to comfort you. 

“Babe i can’t promise anything soon or tell you when it’s going to happen but -” you interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.

“I’m pregnant” you spoke loudly over the rumble of his deep voice and the background noises of the arena that all faded to silence in that one moment - a grin spreading from ear to ear across your face as you saw, Dean’s eyes light up, something not even a title win could bring to him.

“You’re lying” his voice drawled out in disbelief as his muscled hands automatically left the go of his precious title and made their way to your only minutely, protruding belly. “I can’t - i can’t believe it” he blinked rapidly as his grin widened exposing his pearly whites. “I’m going to be a Daddy!” he shouted almost at the top of his lungs before encapsulating your small frame in his much larger, herculean like one. Your small arms tightened round his large frame as tears of pure joy spilled from your eyes and onto his vest clad chest. The romantic embrace was cut short as your remembered the scan in your pocket - he gave raised an eyebrow at you as you hastily tore yourself from his embrace and reached to your pocket.

“This is why i was ‘ill’ this morning” you said sheepishly handing him the tiny black and white scan. “Three months yesterday” you smiled as his brows furrowed to study the small-scaled image. 

“Babe… why has our child got like four arms?” you snorted knowing he was bound to ask something stupid like that.

“Dean - did it not cross your mind that, ya know - that could be two different babies…” your voice trailed off towards the end of the sentence as you saw realisation set in his features.

“Woah woah - twins? You’re telling me that you’re bring two mini Ambrose’s into the world at once? Jesus Christ someone send help” Roman spoke up from the back of the room causing you and Dean to burst out in a fit of giggles. You even heard Jojo laugh a little at her fathers comment. You quickly turned back to Dean only to be met with a wistful kiss slammed onto your plump lips.

“Twins eh? I can’t believe it. I am the happiest man alive right now - all thanks to you Y/N. I love you” he spoke solemnly after pulling away from the short but love filled kiss. 

“I love you too Handsome” you beamed up at him. “However as much as I’m enjoying this huge mushy love stuff - I’d much rather enjoy some fries and a chocolate milkshake.” Smirking as you saw the disgust on Dean and Roman’s faces you spoke up again. “C’mon the twins are hungry” you chuckled beginning to make your way out of the dressing room.

Roman and Dean shared a look before shrugging, starting to follow you and Jojo - who had already left her daddy to be with her favourite auntie.

“Hey, congrats man. This’ll be the most joyful, yet most stressful thing you’ll ever experience. But trust be it’s worth it” Roman mused as he stared at you and Jojo lightly skipping through the halls; the words left his mouth with wisdom and experience causing Dean to let out a hearty laugh. Before he spoke - almost out of earshot

“All I can say is - I truly am THE happiest man alive.”

A/N: This one was soo good to write! All the daddy dean feels!! I’m also very very sorry this one took so long to upload - i’ve been ill and it made me kinda unproductive - whoops :/ But anyways i hope you all enjoy - oh and if you enjoy this i could make it into a series? I’m not sure. But happy reading! ~ Moxxii :) x

Afternoon Snow

Rowaelin, because why not? Enjoy

Winter was Rowan’s favourite, and Rowan didn’t use that word often. Rowan liked things but the word ‘favourite’ seemed such a childish word to attach to his descriptions. But winter, winter was his favourite, and here in Terassen the winters were brutal as they were beautiful.

He trudged through the snow in the courtyard pulling his cloak tighter around him. It was freezing out here as the last of the snowflakes flurried about in the wind. Because of the temperature, many of the inhabitants of the castle had chosen to stay indoors. But not Rowan. He breathed in the cold crisp air deep into his lungs. It stung a little but he relished in it and his magic flared in response. For the hell of it sent a gust of wind along a nearby hedge and watched as it carried the snow off into the air. It was beautiful.

The sound of crunching snow pulled Rowan from his thoughts. Rowan turned and smiled as Fleetfoot came bounding towards him, spraying snow with her massive paws. She stopped just in front of him and put her head between her front paws, nose in the snow. Rowan crouched down to ruffle her ears but stopped when he felt something cold explode on the back of his head. 

Rowan stood and turned in the direction that the snowball had come. He couldn’t see anyone but he heard some suppressed giggling. Rowan couldn’t help the smile that twisted his lips upward. Using his Fae abilities he walked as lightly as he could towards a nearby tree. The giggling continued and he used the sound to cover the rustling he made as he pulled himself up onto the low branch. Peering around the trunk he spied two heads looking around the courtyard for him. One golden and one dark. 

The dark haired one skittered out from the hiding spot, looking around desperately. Fleetfoot bounded over and almost knocked the small girl over in her excitement. But ever the good dog that she was, Elide’s daughter was left unscathed as Fleetfoot reigned herself in at the precise moment that she needed to. Marion had inherited her mother’s stature and was such a tiny thing. It was hard to tell who she got her dark hair and eyes from with Elide and Lorcan being so similar in that regard and it always made Rowan smile when he caught them arguing about it. 

“Uncle Rowan is gone!” Marion almost squealed in a desperate voice.

Marion’s companion came out from hiding then too and Rowan smiled as his mate came into view. She too looked around the courtyard for him.

“He’s probably cheated and shifted and flew away like a coward,” Aelin said as she patted Fleetfoot’s head. 

Oh she was going to pay for that. Rowan waited until they passed the tree before he silently dropped to the ground. Then he scooped up a handful of snow to make his ammunition. Then in a flawless, fluid motion he spun out from behind the tree and threw the snowball.

Only for it to be dissolved as it hit a shield of flame.

Aelin wore one of her mischievously wicked smiles and in return Rowan gave her a canine bearing grin.

“Seems Uncle Rowan isn’t a coward after all,” Aelin said as she crouched into a fighting stance. Marion squealed in delight and bent down to gather handfuls of snow.

The snowball fight that ensued was one for the ages. Aelin’s and Rowan’s precision with aiming and deflecting would have left them in a stalemate. But even though Marion was young her aim was uncommonly accurate and Fleetfoot was running interference distracting both sides, her loyalty never entirely decided. It was when Fleetfoot had jumped at Aelin and she had let fly a curse that then caused Marion to scold her, that Rowan took his chance. He ran at his wife and tackled her to the ground. Aelin let out a surprised laugh as Rowan pinned her arms and legs.

“Quick Marion! We’ve been defeated! Save yourself!” Aelin called from where she was trapped under Rowan. Marion heeded the warning and ran squealing and giggling into the palace, Fleetfoot at her heels.

Rowan looked down at Aelin as she struggled against him, huffing and breathing hard.

“Yeild,” Rowan demanded.

Fire practically burned in Aelin’s eyes as she glared up at him. She struggled again but it was in vain. Rowan was still stronger and bigger that she was, he could hold her for a good long while just using his brute strength. Defeated Aelin blew and strand of loose hair from her face and Rowan watched as the snow held to the hair fluttered about. Then he looked back to Aelin’s face.

She looked beautiful. Her cheeks were pink from the cold and exertion and her ever bright eyes glistened from playfulness. Aelin smiled at him and Rowan smiled back, loosening his grip on her wrists. He had been mistaken to have taken that smile as her surrender, because his acquiescence allowed Aelin to gain the upper hand.

Rowan was now on his back in the snow, Aelin sitting a top of him. Rowan knew that Aelin understood she did not have long before Rowan overpowered her again. So she grabbed a handful of snow from behind Rowan’s head and left it run through her fingers onto his face. 

“It only takes a smile to undo you, Buzzard,” Aelin teased as Rowan sputtered and brushed the snow from his face. 

Rowan sat up on his elbows, Aelin still a top him. “And what does is take to undo you, Fireheart?”

“Much more than a smile,” Aelin said as she lent forward but stopped just before touching his lips.

A growl escaped Rowan’s throat and Aelin lent in further. For a moment they sat there, caught in a battle of wills as to who would give in to the kiss. The moment was broken as Aelin jumped up with a yelp as a ball of snow slammed into the top of her head. Rowan laughed as Aelin cursed him and shook her hair out like a dog. When she had finished Aelin glared daggers at Rowan, which only made Rowan laugh harder as he stood and brushed himself off. Then as sweetly as he could he took her hand and kissed it.



Chapter Four [Beyond the Sunrise, LMMxReader]

Summary: Your long-awaited college graduation calls for a celebration.

Word Count: 3,005

Warnings: Drinking, slow burn.

Authors notes:  Sab - This was a huge one for us to write (I mean, just look at the word count) and this was a long time coming for us, we hope you enjoy it!

Ren - My latino heart is so happy with this chapter (you’ll soon see it why), this one was a chapter Sab and I were super excited to get to, hope you guys like it! <3

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High school graduation never felt monumental to you. Sure, you’d be saying goodbye to a few good friends, but you still had your entire life ahead of you. You had a plan. Four years at NYU, studying and working to pay your bills. Stephen was an unexpected surprise, but he definitely gave you some stability.

You had a four year plan. Your high school brain tricked you into thinking four years would pass much slower than they did. As you stared at your neatly pressed graduation gown, the cap and tassel sitting on your dresser, you couldn’t help but feel like four years was a simple blink of an eye.

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Spotlight [Lin-Manuel Miranda X Reader]

Request/Inspiration: This wasn’t a request, but I wanted to include a Tony’s event in a different fic and alas. It didn’t fit. So now I bestow upon you, a fic!

Summary: Reader is nominated for a Tony as Elizabeth Schuyler in Hamilton. The reader introduces her date to the cast and they don’t approve.

A/N: I’m writing this at 4 AM because I couldn’t sleep and I needed this idea down before I forget it. Plus, this story is a whirlwind so…..have fun I guess? It’s not emotional, it’s just woosh? PLUS THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A CUTE AND SHORT STORY, BUT IT TOOK FOREVER TO GET TO THE POINT THEREFORE, IT SHALL BE SPLIT INTO PARTS. I admit, this isn’t my best writing. PLUS THE TITLE DOESN’T MAKE SENSE YET SO HOLD YOUR HORSES.

Word Count: 1,224


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The whole cast crowded around a monitor in the Richard Rodgers Theater. They were announcing the Tony nominees and everyone was so anxious to see the nominees. So far, Hamilton has been nominated for a few. “The nominees for best featured actress in a musical are-” at this point your heart was beating fast. You played Elizabeth Schuyler and it was your Broadway debut. To be nominated would be a dream come true! You held onto Jasmine as you waited impatiently. “Y/N L/N as Elizabeth Schuyler in Hamilton.” Everyone screamed in delight and you were wrapped in hugs. You couldn’t hear the other announcements over the noise.

“So Y/N, who are you taking to the Tony’s?” said Jonathan. He was practically one of your best friends. “I’m taking my boyfriend.” His eyes practically popped out and at the top of his lungs he yelled, “YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME??” That caught the attention of multiple people and they filed in. “Shut up, Groff! To answer your question, I didn’t tell anyone because I knew this would happen!” You sighed. “I need proof he’s real.” He needed proof? “Do you not believe me?”

“I mean, I know he’s probably real, but I need to know if he’s good enough for you. Besides, he’ll meet the whole cast and you may be able to bring him along more often!” Groff did have a point. It’d be nice to not have to sneak him around. “Deal. I’ll bring him tomorrow.”

You had told your boyfriend, William, about how the cast wanted to meet him. At first, he was reluctant but you soon convinced him to go. You knew the cast would love him. At least, that’s what you thought. You dropped by each dressing room. You had introduced William to Renee and Jasmine first. Once he went to go find a bathroom, they both sighed. “I don’t like him.” You pouted. Maybe they were joking? “You’re joking, right?” They looked at you blankly. “Not at all joking. You deserve better.” You scoffed and headed to the next room. Maybe it was just their opinions. You held William’s hand and he was mainly silent the whole time. “Knock knock, Groff!” Groff opened the door and hugged you. “Y/N,” he let go of you and looked at William, “I’m guessing this is your boyfriend?” He seemed unamused. You sighed. “Y-” William cut you off. “Yes I am her boyfriend.” You looked down at the ground. This was going to be a long day.

The whole time you were at the theater, you were flashed fake smiles. You had come to the assumption that everyone hated William. You love him….right? You were at the last dressing room; Lin’s. Out of all of the people, he would be the most understanding! Lin’s door was already opened and he was reading one of his books while listening to music. He automatically lit up and dropped everything when he saw you. His smile was so infectious. “Y/N! Who do we have here?” In the matter of a few seconds, his expression went from joy to complete anger. Was he jealous?

For about the millionth time, William interrupted you. You assumed that William had sensed the tension as he held onto your waist a bit tighter. Lin’s jaw was clenched.

When you left, William said five brutal words. “I don’t want you there.” Was he being serious? You worked there and you enjoyed everything about it. You weren’t going to leave anytime soon! “Well, I’m staying there. It’s my job, William.”

“Quit. I don’t want you around those guys.” Those guys. Yeah, he was jealous.

“They have names.” He scoffed. You ignored him for the rest of the night.

You arrived at the theater feeling a bit more tired than usual. Your usual cheerful self was swept aside to make room for the snappy version of you. You had a cup of coffee and a bitchy face on. You slammed the door to your dressing room shut and you sat on the couch contemplating the recent days. You wanted to break up with William but you loved him! You often thought to yourself if you actually did love him. You understood why the cast hated him. You didn’t know how to feel. You heard a frantic knock at the door and you ignored it. You did not want to talk today. “Y/N. I know you’re in there!”  Again, you sat in silence. “Y/N L/N. If you don’t answer the door in five seconds, I’ll find my way in.”

“I don’t want to be bothered.” You heard a defeated groan.

“Fine, but we’re talking about this later.”

The whole performance went annoyingly slow. You showed no emotion at all. Your door opened and you presumed it was Lin. “What do you need, Lin?” To your shock, it wasn’t him.. It was Groff, Jasmine, and Renee. “Y/N. You’re being a bit cold today-” said Renee. She always took on the role of Mother Hen. “A bit cold? She straight up ignored everyone today. You call that a bit cold?” Groff interrupted her and you gave him a glare. “Anyways, darling. We want to help. What happened?” You sighed and told them everything that happened last night.

“That,” said Groff followed by Jasmine, “fucking” and Renee finished it off, “bastard.” You smiled at the flow of the statement. “I love him…but I don’t. I don’t know anymore!” You laid your head on the end of the couch. “Darling, you need to break up with him. He can’t control you.”

“You’re right, I’ll break up with him tonight. I may need some help loading my belongings in my car though.”

“Wonderful! I’ll get a few others to help you!”

“Wait wait wait. Who will take her to the Tonys in a few days?” After that, they all smirked. “We have you covered, Y/N.”

You arrived at his apartment with Ant, Oak, Daveed, and Jasmine. He wasn’t home yet so you took the opportunity while it lasted. You had all of your clothes and meaningful gifts when William got home. “Y/N what are you doing?”

“Leaving.” You said it in a casual tone.


“Hmmm probably because I’m tired of being your last priority and I know I can do so much better without you.” You held the last box and smiled at him. “Bye!” You strutted to the car and you drove away before anything else could happen. “Well, I’m sure I’ll get in trouble later. In the meantime, I’ll enjoy the peace. You held a box full of photos and fan mail. You glanced through a stack of photos. They were filled with smiles and the cast of Hamilton. One photo in particular caught your attention. In the photo, you were in your Helpless gown and Lin was also in his costume. His hand wrapped around your waist and he seemed ecstatic. Maybe you liked him. It didn’t hit you until now. You loved him.

Lin was at his apartment, writing as usual. Tobillo roamed the rooms and settled on sitting next to him. However, he was a bit more frustrated than usual. After he saw you with William, something inside of him triggered. He was jealous of William. The way that William controlled you sickened him. The fact that it was William’s arm around your waist and not his….he was furious. It didn’t hit him until now. He loved you.

I think I’ll continue this if y’all want me to.

First Apartment Vol 2

A/n: A short series of one-shots of Bughead in their first apartment - one story above the “read more” line, three more underneath! Find the first volume here!!

Tag list: @fiendfyrx

Betty scurried around the living room, adjusting the throw pillows on the couch and picking magazines up off the coffee table.

“Jughead! Are you dressed yet?” She yelled to the other room, finding herself preoccupied with the cheese platter she had so carefully selected.

“Don’t worry, I’m good to go.” Jughead walked lazily into room, finishing up the final button on his shirt as he went. He paused to lean up against the wall, smiling as he watched his girlfriend move to and fro.

Betty turned around and spotted him, stopping to place a hand on her hip. “Amused, are we?”

Jughead moved across the room, grabbing hold of her arms and kissing the top of her forehead. “Very.”

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

“Coming!” Betty called out, turning to Jughead and giving him one last glance over. “Ready?”


Betty opened the door, and a squeal came from the other side.

“Betty!” Veronica practically lunged forward to hug her best friend. Pulling back from the embrace, she held out a small box, wrapped in silver paper. “For you. An apartment-warming gift.”

Betty happily undid the ribbon, opening the box to reveal a framed photo, taken in their high school days, of Betty, Jughead, Veronica, and Archie sitting in a booth at Pop’s. Placing a hand on her heart, Betty sighed contentedly. 

“Thank you, V.”

“Aw great, was I supposed to bring a gift?” They turned to see Archie standing in the doorway, a goofy grin on his face. 

“Hey man, thanks for coming.” Jughead approached him, giving him a quick hug. “No gift needed.”

“I should have known the great Veronica Lodge would show me up.” Archie sent a flirty grin her way.

“It’s easy to show you up, Archiekins.” Veronica quipped, removing her jacket and making a move toward the couch.

Betty gave Jughead a knowing smile before following their friends into the living room. Veronica and Archie had been on and off ever since high school, and if her use of nickname was any indicator, they were definitely headed toward “on again”.

“The place looks great Bets!” Archie said as he looked around, “I should have known you moving in would spruce the place up.”

“You know it.” Jughead agreed, placing a hand around Betty’s waist proudly, “I didn’t even know what a throw pillow was before this girl came along.”

Betty laughed, “Oh c’mon it wasn’t that bad! But yes, I definitely made a few improvements.”

A beeper went off and Betty clapped her hands together, “Dinner’s ready! Come on everyone, let’s move to the kitchen.”

“Shouldn’t we wait for Kevin?” Veronica asked.

“Oh, don’t worry” Jughead said, “He called earlier, he’s going to be a little late. He told us to start without him.”

Veronica nodded, getting up and moving toward the kitchen, Archie in tow. Betty began to follow, before Jughead stopped her by tugging at her hand and pulling her into a kiss.

“What was that for?” Betty blushed.

“For being you.” Jughead smiled, “For putting on this dinner. For saving me from my throw pillow-less bachelor pad. I love you Bets.”

“I love you too Juggie. Now c’mon, our friends are waiting.”

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Kitten; Epilogue

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Jon Moxley[Dean Ambrose]/Unnamed OFC

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Thirst Party Crew, welcome to our epilogue! Tagging the amazing @tox-moxley, the awe-inspiring @oraclegazes, and our brave captain on this voyage, @hardcorewwetrash. Enjoy!

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The Night Is Young (Brooklyn Nine-Nine AU)

pairing: Lin x reader

warnings: innuendos, mentions of drug trafficking, cursing

summary: Your sarcasm and Lin’s massive ego never worked well together. It also resulted in a bet on who can get more arrests in a month. If he wins, you have to go on a date with him.

DAY ONE, Y’ALL. I literally finished writing this 3 days before the write-a-thon started. The writing is ridiculously shitty because school is kicking my ass. This is very much based on Jake and Amy, who are 90% of the reason I believe in love. The other 10% is Mr. Darcy. Strap in, cause it’s gonna be a wild week.

words: 1,786

“Hey Lin, you wanna know what (Y/N) and I did last night?” Anthony said, smirking at you.

Lin turned to him and gasped exaggeratedly. “Did you get past first base?” He leaned forward towards Anthony, dropping his voice to a loud whisper. “Tell me, Ramos. What’s (Y/N)’s bod like underneath the sweaters and the sarcasm?”

“We tried playing video games with our feet. (Y/N) kept winning, somehow,” Anthony said.

“My hands were tied behind my back and I was still really good,” you added.

“My hands were tied behind my back and I was still really good. We found the name of (Y/L/N)’s sex tape, ladies and gentlemen!” Lin shouted, pulling off his leather jacket and propping his feet up on the table. You debated the pros and cons of flinging a binder at him, and you might’ve actually done so if Captain Jackson hadn’t walked inside the room.

“Where’s your tie, Miranda?” he asked.

“(Y/N) was using it last night,” Lin replied. Captain Jackson stopped walking and turned to you with his eyebrows raised.

“Careful there, Miranda, I just might use your tie to choke you to death,” you answered breezily.

“Kinky.” Lin winked at you then grinned at Captain Jackson.

“Stop it, you two,” he sighed wearily, already used to the two of you biting each other’s head off. “How’s the drug dealer case going? Jones?”

Jasmine shrugged, looking bored. “No leads.”

“Actually sir, I have a lead,” you said quickly, opening your binder. You saw Lin snap his head up to stare at you, but you ignored it with a small smirk on your face. “I found his address.”

“How do you know it’s his?” Lin countered without missing a beat.

“Don’t question my findings. I think I should go after the address alone,” you suggested.

Captain Jackson pondered this for a while, then shook his head. “Too risky. You’re not going alone.”

“Ha!” Lin yelled victoriously. “He doesn’t trust you enough to go after the address. So much for sucking up to him.”

“I can go after the address, just not alone, idiot. Is that not trust enough?”

Captain Jackson exhaled in irritation. “You know what, (Y/N)? Take Miranda with you. You two need to learn to calm down and work out your goddamn differences. I want this case solved by tomorrow.”

You and Lin turned to each other with wide, exasperated eyes and groaned at the same time. “Fucking hell.”

Lin was tapping his fingers incessantly on the steering wheel, humming along to an obnoxious pop song on the radio. You reached forward to turn down the volume, but he swatted your hand.

“So, (Y/N), it’s the last day of February,” he said conversationally. “Looks like I’m going to win the bet.”

“It’s my lead, it’s my arrest. I’m going to get more arrests than you and win this stupid bet, just so you know.”

You and Lin had a bet that had been going on for nearly a month. Whoever got more arrests in the span of a month wins. Today was the last day, and the two of you were currently tied. If he won, you’d have to go on a date with him. Which was why there was no way in hell you were letting him win.

After a moment of silence, Lin turned up the volume of the radio. He yelled along to Call Me Maybe, his ridiculous facial expressions drawing out a laugh from you. He grinned at you, delighted that he made you laugh.

“Sing along, (Y/N)! The night is young, and so are we.”

He parked the car a good distance away from the apartment. Silently, you got out of the car and ran towards the apartment. He followed right behind you.

“Is this his car?” Lin asked, stopping next to a beaten-down truck. You stopped running, pulled a poker out of your bag and lodged it into the lock of the car. You pulled, but it didn’t budge.

“Need help?” Lin asked, taking the poker from you.

“I’m pretty good with my fingers,” you replied, realising your mistake a moment too late.

“Title of your sextape,” Lin whispered. You glared at him, yanked the poker towards you and the truck door opened.

Lin immediately reached for the compartment drawer and pulled it open. It was empty. You climbed into the backseat and checked under the seats: empty. He checked under the front seats: empty. You grabbed your knife and made a hole in the seat.  

Bingo. It was full of plastic bags, filled with a white powder. “Gotcha,” Lin whispered happily. You got out of the car, locked it and walked towards the apartment.

“We just need to make sure if the car is his,” Lin said to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“I think he’s inside,” you whispered back, leaning against the wall. Lin cocked his head, listening intently for any signs, before nodding in agreement.

Stumped, the two of you were waiting for a solution to strike when someone yelled from across the street. “Hey, you! What’re you doing near my house?”

You turned to Lin with wide eyes. He pulled you forward and kissed you. Shit. Why was he kissing you? Why were his lips so soft? Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the man stop walking and roll his eyes.

“Young love. Disgusting,” he shuddered, pulling out his car keys. The beaten-down truck beeped. Suddenly, Lin pulled away. You were still reeling from the kiss, startled by the sudden heat in your cheeks, when you saw Lin run towards the man.

He took out his handcuffs. “Adam Simon, you are under arrest for drug trafficking. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in a court of law.”

You stared at him, furious. “I win,” he mouthed with a smirk.

“How was the case?” Jasmine asked, taking a bite of her sushi. Lin had submitted the investigation report to the Captain, and now the four of you were lounging around Jasmine’s table eating sushi.

“Nothing! It was all normal,” you said quickly, feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

“Why are you acting weird?” Anthony asked.

A beat of silence. “(Y/N) and I kissed,” Lin said.

“No way!” Anthony and Jasmine yelled at the same time, staring at each other. Giggling like 5-year-olds, they got up and left to make fun of you.

It was just the two of you left. “It was for the case, right? No big deal. We’re just detectives who work with each other,” he rambled.

“That’s right, Detective,” you answered awkwardly, trying not to look at him.

“Catch you tomorrow, Detective,” he said, giving you an exaggerated bow and then leaving.

“Morning, (Y/N),” Lin said, holding two cups of coffee in hand. He handed one to you. You raised an eyebrow.

“Did you poison this?” you asked. He laughed, and shrugged wordlessly, taking a sip of his coffee.

“It’s coffee. When have you ever rejected a cup of coffee?” he said, rolling his eyes. You sighed. He did know you very well. You reluctantly took a sip. Man, he was good at making coffee. You continued drinking, chugging it down until the last drop.

There was a writing at the bottom of the cup.


You looked up and caught his eye, and he smirked. “Don’t think I forgot. I won the bet, (Y/N).” He pressed a button on his phone, and Call Me Maybe rang across the room. He dug out a box from his pocket and grinned at you.

“Can I take your silence as a yes?”

You closed your eyes for patience, wanting nothing more than to sink into the ground. “Yes,” you mumbled to get it over with.

“I can’t hear you!” he sang in a bad impersonation of the Pirate from Spongebob.

“Aye aye, Captain,” you said sarcastically, crossing your arms in irritation. Lin’s face exploded into a grin.

“She said yes, everybody!” he whooped loudly, eliciting cheers from everyone. He began dancing along to Call Me Maybe, yelling the lyrics at the top of his lungs and winking at you when it ended.

At lunch, Jasmine came over to your table.

“You’ve looked over to my table at least 10 times in the span of 1 hour. Is there anything you want to ask me?” she said.

“Nope.” You resolutely continued flipping through a file.

“(Y/N),” Jasmine said, grabbing your file and putting it down.

You stared at your table. Without looking, you knew that Jasmine was smirking like she already knew what you were going to say. Screw it.

“What should I wear for my date with Lin?”

She burst into laughter and ruffled your hair affectionately. “I’ll come over.”

You were wearing a blue dress that you hadn’t taken out since you bought. Blue really wasn’t your colour, but Jasmine said that it was Lin’s least favourite colour and you wanted to piss him off. You were strapping on your heels when your front door opened. Lin strolled inside your house like it was his own.

“Why didn’t you knock, you fucking asshole?” you said. The date hadn’t even begun and you were already annoyed.

Lin grinned, tucking his hands into his pockets. He cleaned up quite well, for someone who wore the same leather jacket to work every day. “It’s nice to see you in a tie,” you said with a small smile, leading him out your front door.

“It’s nice to see you in blue,” he answered softly. There was a sincerity in his voice that you had never associated with him. “It’s my favourite colour.”

“Jasmine, you sneaky prick,” you muttered under your breath. He turned to you questioningly, but you waved him off.

Once you got to his car, he opened the door for you. To say that you were surprised was definitely an understatement. “Where are you taking me, gentleman?” you teased.

“Somewhere. You’ll see,” he said breezily, getting inside the car and beginning to drive. He looked so relaxed when driving, it him look like he was going to fall asleep and crash the car any second.

10 minutes passed, and he was driving you down a street you didn’t recognize. “Lin, where are we going?”

He didn’t reply for a while. He turned to look at you and gazed at you, his eyes softening and a small smile appearing on his lips.

“Relax, (Y/N). The night is young, and so are we.”

But I’m So Good At Being Bad

Characters: OFC/AJ Styles

Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content, Rough Sex, Spanking, Consensual Choking, Daddy Kink.

Summary: She has been very bratty and disobedient recently and Daddy!AJ needs to put her in her place on their last night in Japan before WWE.

This one is dedicated to my main AJ lover @phenominalstyles, and secondly to @llowkeys because her AJ thirst is unparalleled!

TAGS:  @actualamyautopsy @oraclegazes @livingthestrongstyle @thephenomenonalkingofthebrogues @llowkeys  @phenominalstyles

Sorry if you’ve asked to be tagged and I forgot, Im not good at this! Drop me a message if so!

Thanks to @thephenomenonalkingofthebrogues for the prompt. If you want to send some prompts or ideas my way then feel free to ASK. You never know what might inspire me!

Coz this one sure as hell got me excited. BRB going straight to hell. 


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Let’s Make a Deal {Part IV}

Author: Zoe

(A/N:Here we go,everyone! Sorry for the wait! This is officially the second-to-last chapter of Let’s Make a Deal.)

Mobster! Cassian x Reader

Plot Summary: 1954. All you cared about was earning money and surviving in the concrete jungle that we call New York City. However, ever since WWII ended, crime was rampant all around, and you managed to land right in the heart of it all. Cassian Andor was one of the local crime bosses, and the two of you managed to cross paths.

The anti-racketeering bill had been vetoed by an incredible 13-1 vote, leaving much to be celebrated by Cassian’s gang. With your immense numbers of alcohol and Cassian’s ‘persuasion,’ you had managed to get the government to do what you wanted.

And that called for a celebration.

Drinks were flowing as you made toasts from behind the counter, dressed a little nicer with a black dress and makeup for the party. “To Cassian! For stopping another prohibition and saving my bar!” You shouted from the top of the counter as the men whooped and hollered in glee.

“Of course, we would have been useless without this woman here!” Cassian smiled, climbing up next to you and wrapping his arm around your waist. “To Y/N! For helping us get councilmen inebriated enough to vote against the bill!”

“Cheers!” They all yelled, clapping as you saw Jasmine and Cohen sharing a celebratory and most likely tipsy kiss. You chuckled, raising your glass as everyone drank.

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Little Violence- Michael Clifford

Originally posted by sexycliffconda

“So get the fuck back, I said I’m stealing rock back, so take off with your snapback before you get knocked flat!!!” -Little Violence, Waterparks

(In case you couldn’t tell I LOVE the band waterparks so go check them out!)

Sorry this took so long Anon!! I hope you like it! Also this is basically the last of my list for requests, so send me some things!! PLEASE!!

“Excuse me?!” You screamed.

“You’re just a pathetic bitch Y/n and everyone knows it!” Your archnemesis Christina said, a smug smirk on her face. Funny how just a few years ago she used to be your best friend. And now…well know you were punching that grin right off her face.

Christina screamed, grabbing her jaw, and lunging after you. You both were a mess of punches, kicks, hair pulling, and screaming. Right in the middle of the school hallway. Soon the crowd around you both doubled, everyone cheering on the girl fight. You had the advantage, finally knocking her down to the floor. You climbed on top of her and started punching, and punching, and punching. By now all you could see was red. Your anger turning everything you saw a deep red.

The bitch thing was the last straw. On an ordinary basis you could care less, and often embraced the nickname of bitch. But you and Christina had deep history. You both were childhood best friends, attached at the hip and doing literally everything together. Then things changed. She got into a different crowd, and so did you. She got into lip gloss and terrorizing people, you found music and met Michael, who you were convinced was the love of your life. It helped that he played music too, even was part of a band, still in their youtube cover days of course.

You both tried to maintain a relationship, but eventually it became clear you both were too different. Eventually you both quit speaking to each other, ignoring and avoiding the other. Then somehow you both began to hate the other. You hated the way she would treat people, and often told her off for it, practically all the time. She hated how you stood up to her, believing in her twisted head she was above everything. She did everything in her power to make your life a living hell, constant pranks, public embarrassments, at one point getting you detention for a whole month.

You finally snapped when she made it seem like everything that went down between you both was completely your fault. Then she called you a bitch, and well that’s how you ended up here…

Even when you heard the sound of some teacher’s whistle and felt arms around your waist, pulling you off of Christina, you didn’t stop swinging.

“Y/n!! Y/n!! Hey!! HEY!!” Michael said, putting your arms at your side. “It’s me! Don’t hit me!”

“Michael?” You asked, the red haze beginning to fade, your boyfriend’s face coming clear in front of you.

“Hey…you ok?”

“Ya….I….ugh….Christina-” You said turning towards her, reading to lunge at her again

“Ya I know. Hey it’s ok. Calm down. But are you sure you’re okay? You’re bruised like crazy and your cheek is bleeding…” Michael said, pulling you back.

“Really?” You said, pulling your hand to your face. Sure enough there was blood. Funny, since you didn’t feel anything, at least not yet. You weren’t looking forward to when the adrenaline wore off.

“Although I guess I should be lucky I have you as my girlfriend, because Christina over there is far worse…”

You turned to follow his gaze, seeing your former best friend with a busted lip and a black eye already forming. The school nurse was helping her up, since she was clearly in a lot of pain. You almost felt bad, then she saw you staring and flipped you off. That bitch deserved everything she got.

“That bitch. Ugh! I could hit her again!”

“Hey…Y/n…look at me…” Michael said, pulling you towards him so you looked at him. “Calm down ok?”

“How do you expect me to calm down?! Did you see what she did?!”

“Yes I saw it all, but the principle is already coming over here and you need to be calm enough to explain yourself, not get so much time suspended ya?”

“Ya, but my heart is pounding so hard its gonna fly right out of my chest, and I’m so angry I could-”

Whatever you were going to say was lost from your mind as he kissed you. One of those kisses that made your head blank, solely focused on nothing but his lips against yours, the love he had for you shown in every motion. When you both finally pulled apart, the principle had just reached you.

“My office, NOW!” Principle Myers yelled, face full of rage as they glared at you.

“Wait for me?” You asked Michael.

“Of course. Meet me by my car.” He said, giving you a thumbs up.

You rolled your eyes as you follwed Principle Myers down the hall, wondering just how you were going to expalin yourself.

The meeting wasn’t too bad, it could have been far worse. The principle was pissed, and had little sympathy for you, but you walked out with only a week of detention so you guessed you should be greatful. Guess it helps you were never in much trouble before.

You walked out of the building scanning the parkinglot for Michael. Luckily for you, he pulled up right in front of you. You jumped in the passenger seat.

“So? How did it go?”

“Well, only got a week of detention so there’s that. However my parent’s are going to be pissed…I wonder if they’ve been called yet…”

“They proably won’t until they get Christina’s side of the story…so for now you’re off the hook”

“Ya until I get home”

“Well then let’s not take you home”


“Just for a couple hours more. Come on it’ll just be me and you…and the beach…how does that sound?”

“The nice warm sand, you and me….not having a care and my parents can’t reach me…..that sounds like paradise…”

“Well then, let’s go!” He laughed as he drove away from all your problems.


Thanks for reading!!! -Lydia