i will actually write this fic i swear

psa for the yoi fandom: russian names & how to use them

I’m going to start by swearing this isn’t me just complaining but a general resource for the Yuri on Ice fandom because I’ve noticed some mistakes in the naming conventions used among the fandom and want to help correct them. Especially in how the fandom treats diminutives. I absolutely love seeing the huge amount of interest in Russian diminutives, etc. in fanart and fics and hopefully this breakdown will help continue that trend and interest and even spur some more ideas in fandom content.

So let’s go through some important details below the cut!

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anonymous asked:

I need more dexzimbits omg wow rarepair hell. Any chance of a fic where Dex drops the fines w zimbits and the team find out why and start fining him too bc he is sappy af

Ok we’re doing this in bullet fic form right now because I can make this so much better later. 

When Jack started talking about Valentine’s Day, Dex shied away from the conversation a bit. He was still so new to this that sometimes he had to be reminded that yes, they were in it together for the long haul. They’d agreed (mostly Bitty and Dex convinced Jack) that they should keep it simple.

“Just dinner,” Dex murmurs over the phone. He’s on a Murder run while Bitty’s working on dinner as Jack’s driving back from the airport. Dex has learned in the approximately two weeks he’s been in a relationship that, sometimes, brief encounters can be extremely meaningful.

“Hmm, dinner and one gift,” Jack counters.

“I make dinner and each person gets one gift,”

“I take us to dinner and I get you flowers?”

“I don’t even like flowers,” Dex scrunches his nose. “Sorry, you meant Bits.”

“No hun, he meant you too,” Bitty chuckles. “But you’re right, that’s not very fair to you.”

“Look, it’s fine guys,” “we can have dinner, you can exchange gifts. I’m seriously too new to this to honestly care if I get anything.”

“Will,” Jack protests. Dex likes the way his name rolls off Jack’s tongue. It makes him feel mature and upstanding, instead of young and awkward.

“Jack please don’t make a big deal out of Valentine’s Day,” “I just want to spend time with you, both of you.”


“Yeah?” Will and Jack chorus. They all laugh despite the obvious tension.

“How about I make dinner, and each person gets one thing from the other two?”

“Only if I can help,” Dex counters.

“Deal,” Bitty triumphantly huffs.

“That sounds great,” Jack agrees.

“Honey, how far away are you?”

“Twenty miles,” Jack responds.

“I’m leaving the store now,” Dex adds because half the time he can’t tell who Bitty’s talking to. It’ll probably get easier once he’s settled on nicknames and Dex knows what names are his.

“That’s great, I love you”

“Love you too,” they chime in

Dex can hear Ransom in the distance shouting fine as he hangs up. Dex trudges back to house with the corn starch, sugar, yams, and other shit Bitty requested. They’re not intentionally keeping their relationship a secret. But it’s new and there’s a lot of uncharted territory. It’s nice not to have everyone breathing down his neck.

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Time’s a Gentle Stream (longer than it seems)

Robbie collapsed into his armchair with an exhausted huff. His latest scheme to make the little brats he babysat hate him and demand their parents found someone else to look after them in the evenings had, as usual, backfired, and instead the kids had gone home that evening excitedly shouting to their parents about the latest game their super cool and wonderful babysitter had played with them.

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New Year, New Surprises

Summary: You meet a charming stranger named Steve at a New Year’s party and try to make it until midnight.

Request: So, it’s not that I don’t love all the Christmas stuff going around, but are you planning on writing something New Years. Like two people get REALLY DRUNK and end up together then wake up the next morning like “um…. well… happy new years?”

Warnings: swearing, allusion to smut (no actual smut, just lots of sexual tension and kissing)

Word Count: 2696

Author’s Note: Ok! I wanted to mix it up so I made a Steve x reader story! Eeeeep! It’s my first one really, so feedback very much appreciated.

Originally posted by lookprettyliveclassyplaydirty

As far as you’re concerned this year can kiss your ass, personally, professionally, globally. Truly. Which is why you had RSVPed yes to this New Year’s party weeks ago fully intending to spend the last minutes of 2016 in complete and utter alcohol-induced oblivion.

You’re well on your way to executing that plan, lifting your third Manhattan to your lips and taking a careful sip. Leaning on your elbows on the bar, shoulders hunched, you’ve dryly dismissed every overly cheery advance, every ostentatious proposition and slick offer of another drink.

You’re quite pleasantly buzzed when you roll your head, attempting to iron out the stress that’s settled in your neck and shoulders. Your thoughts are interrupted by a clear, deep voice. “Wow. That ready for next year, huh?”

A bitter laugh ripples through your throat, “You have no idea.”

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Follow your Heart

Characters: Dean Winchester, Mary Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Y/N (Reader), John Winchester (mentioned), Bobby Singer (mentioned), Amara (briefly mentioned), Lisa Braeden (briefly mentioned), Ben Braeden (briefly mentioned), Cassie (briefly mentioned)

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: Hunting injury (brief), Dean’s self-loathing, mention of character deaths (John and Bobby- as in canon), SPN feels (lots of canon used, with a small divergence to fit in my reader)

Wordcount: 6100ish (I swear I have no idea how this happened!!)

A/N: This is written for @i-like-your-assbutt’s Jason Manns “Covers with Friends” writing challenge. My prompt song was Simple Man - I drew inspiration from the lyrics more than I actually used them in the fic, but a line or two got stolen and squeezed in there.

Thanks to my sweet sassy sis Rach aka @mysupernaturalfics for helping me flush out the plot and to my Erin aka @blackthite7 for being the amazing beta that she is. Love you girls.

“CAAAAAAS!” Mary’s heart clenched as she heard the desperation and grief in her oldest son’s voice. She dropped the book she had been holding and rushed through the library to the war room, with Cas close behind her as he appeared from the hall.

She hated herself for being relieved that her son’s looked relatively unharmed. Dean had some cuts and bruises while  Sam had clearly taken a blow to the head, but they were fine. Y/N, on the other hand, didn’t seem fine.

Mary watched her son’s lower Y/N to the floor. Sam stepped away to give Cas room, but Dean didn’t move from her side. Even from a few feet away, Mary could see the tears in his eyes. Never in the short time she had known him had she seen her oldest like this. Like a small broken boy, and she wanted nothing more than to hold him. Sam placed a calming hand on her arm and gently shook his head when she looked up at him.

The distance between her and her first born in that moment were killing her, but Sam knew him better. Mary trusted her youngest to know what was best.

Dean didn’t take his eyes off of her. His hand gently pushed her hair out of her face, and he let it rest on her neck.

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Raw Talent

Pairings: Jensen x wife!Reader, Jared x sister!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Swearing. it’s kind of a weird fic, but I had this cute idea and I wanted to make it happen.

A/N: This is really just a crack!fic. I’m not sorry. This one actually kind of sucks. This is also one of my four entries for SPN Family Love and Acceptance Day! I told you it would get better as the day wore on! Enjoy!

You looked off to the side of the stage, the lights blinding you slightly, making you put your arm up to shield your eyes.

The fan standing there holding a microphone seemed to be quaking in her shoes.

“Hi,” she breathed, making you chuckle slightly.

“Hey there, sweetie,” you tried to calm her nerves.

She took a deep breath before asking her question, “So I’m sure you get this question a lot, but what is it like working with your husband and brother?”

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Spectacular [Stephen Strange x Reader]

Author’s Note: I fuckin’ swear, guys, this was only meant to be like 200 words and then it just kept going and I was like wtf. I dunno what happened towards the end either–actually scratch that, the whole second half haha. I let it write itself pretty much as I was starting to get hungry. Did this whole fic or whatever even make sense?  I hope so lol.

Word Count: 1,125

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What I am Writing

Thank you @mcqdj for tagging me!

I’m currently working on:

  1. HS AU - This is a Larry fic and they play LAX. At the moment its 7k and I quite like it. I’m on a roll and have a proper deadline and it’s going swimmingly. 
  2. Semple/Kapoor AU - Another Larry fic. I had 6k written and I scratched that. I’m now at 4k for my rewrite. I think it’ll be fun if I ever get through writing it. It feels like a summer story. I’m setting in NYC and I feel like the NYC heat should play a part somehow. Although, now I’m saying that and it might throw off other ‘based in fact’ timelines. shrug. I’ll figure that out when I go back to it. 
  3. Cozy Cabin AU - Surprise! It’s Larry! This is actually a prompt from @irretrishtible from the famous/not famous exchange. I’m like 3k into the story. I actually really love my plan for it, but I don’t know if I’ll get back to writing it until the fall, because it’s a fall-type story and I like writing it when I’m feeling cozy. 
  4. Madrid AU - Larry. Artist!Harry & Musician!Louis. I’m uh, 45k into this one. Eeeeek. I probably have another 35k to write, then I have to smooth out the bumps along the way. I will finish this someday. I will finish it and then I will celebrate with champs because good lord has it taken me a long fucking time to get here. 
  5. I might write a poem. It’s floating in my brain. Someday soon I’m going to sit down and try and get some words from that brain float. 
  6. Soulmates AU - 0 words. But I have a good plan.
  7. Escort AU - This will be a Lirry fic. It’s also floating around and once I knock one or two of these off my list I’ll start writing. 

I’m tagging @fullonlarrie @icanhazzalou @millionlittletings

Betrayal // Draco x Reader (Part Five)

Feel free to send requests HERE

(a/n: ayyy blaise is in this chapter and i made him gay cuz i feel like this fic is way too hetero tbh!!! also its fairly long but there’s smut as well so ya’ll better appreciate (i get really bored when writing smut lmao) sorry it took forever but it was longggg and i had exams)

Warnings: swearing, sex sex sEX

Word Count: 4.6k

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we need an ‘otaku’-fic where ladybug and chat fight an akuma (”weeaboo”) who sends people through different anime/manga-verses

ladybug is totally clueless and weeb-adrien definitely knows every single anime

  • Ouran High School Host Club 
  • Fruits Basket 
    Chat: What a catastrophe!
    Kyo: I swear I’ll punch you if you don’t shut the fuck up.
  • Soul Eater
    Ladybug: Well, that’s actually a pretty cool world. I could live here.
  • Ao no Exorcist 
    Rin and Chat both admire each other’s tails. 
    Rin: Do you think a skin tight suit would suit me?
    Yukio: Nii-san no!
    Chat: Hell yes!
    Ladybug: Chat no! Stop the puns!
    (okay, as an ane fan i have so many scenarios that i could write a whole 30 chapter fic about just this crossover)
  • Higurashi/umineko no naku koro ni
    Both: Nope, next one.
  • Attack on Titan
    Ladybug: How about a world in which we won’t get killed by accident?
  • Ranma ½
    Ladybug: So, lets say you stay a girl for more than a month, would you get your period?
    Chat: Ladybug, no!
  • KissXSis
    Ladybug: I’m kinkshaming all of you
  • Boku no pico
    Ladybug: But we just got ice-cream? 

bonus: they find alya, nino (and chloé) along the way

bonus-bonus: accidental reveal

Update: I’ll probably write the fic.

Love Actually

Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Modern AU

Author(s): Lil Laddie

Words: 1275

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, mistletoe, fighting

Request: Y'alls writing is so good!! I’ve been reading your imagines for hours now! Could I get 2 & 6 off the holiday prompt list with tjeffs? Maybe like where the two of you don’t really like each other but the entire hamilsquad wants you together so they try to force you together at the Schuyler’s Christmas party? Thank you so much!! - @sourwolfhalestilinski

2: “Who keeps hanging all this damn mistletoe everywhere?”

6: “Merry Christmas to all and to all-wait not you, I don’t like you.”

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS LOVELIES! I hope this request was what you were looking for when you requested! I had a lot of fun writing this! I hope it’s not too choppy because I did write this mostly on my phone while I play Monopoly with my family. I hope this holiday season has been amazing you guys! I love ya’ll. Reminder, our normal requests are still open now that we’re heading out of this wonderful holiday season.

“(Y/N)!!” The Schuyler sisters screamed as the opened the door.

“Angelica! Eliza! Peggy!” You screamed back, hugging each them in turn.

“We’re so glad you came!” Angelica grabbed your hand, tugging you into the house.

“Mister Jefferson is already here.” Peggy winked at you.

“Um, first off why does that matter? Secondly, why does that matter to me?” You asked in disgust.

“Well, since you and Thomas are basically made for each other. Don’t deny it!” Eliza giggled, linking one of her arms through yours.

“As if, I hate him and he hates me.” You rolled your eyes at their childish ways.

“It’s called hiding your feelings! Ask anybody, you two are a match made in heaven.” Angelica smirked, finally walking into the living room where everyone sat.

“Watch I’ll ask the boys right now!” Peggy grinned, marching over to where they sat. “Are Thomas and (Y/N) are hopelessly in love?”

“Are you kidding me? With all the sexual tension I’m surprised they haven’t had angry sex on George’s meeting table at work!” Alex exclaimed, the other boys nodding in agreement.

“Not to mention all the intense eye contact they have.” Hercules nodded, taking a swig of his drink.

“Who has intense eye contact?” Thomas asked walking into the room from the kitchen.

“Uh, George and Martha!” You blurted out nervously.

“Right…” John trailed off smirking at how nervous you were.

“Hm, I never noticed.” Thomas shrugged, plopping into a seat next to James.

“Well, you’ve never been good at noticing things…” You trailed off, watching Thomas’s posture stiffen.

“I have been able to notice things more than you ever have and besides, at least I have some fashion sense when going to a party.” Thomas sneered, leaning forward in his chair now.

“Oh high and mighty fashion God, why must you always wear such an ugly purple?” You mocked, glaring at him.

“It’s magenta! Of course you wouldn’t know that, since you are obviously color blind. I mean, look at that outfit!” Thomas raised his voice, almost yelling now.

“Hm, let’s see…If I’m color blind, why does my outfit actually correlate and yours look like it was thrown together last minute?” You scoffed at his attempts to insult you.

“Princess, this is a Calvin Klein suit. What can you say for yours?” Thomas stood now, making his way towards you.

“Don’t call me that!” You growled, meeting him in the middle of the room.

“What? Princess? You know it fits you, sweetheart.” Thomas grinned at your anger, leaning his face closer to yours.

“I said don’t!” You hissed, stepping closer to him.

“Sorry to interrupt the moment lovebirds, but look above you.” James chuckled, pointing at the mistletoe above your heads.

“Oh…I…Uh…” You stammered, blushing a bright red.

“You nervous, princess?” Thomas smirked, grabbing your face gently in his hands.

The kiss was passionate, but much too short. He pulled away before you could even process what happened. As he pulled away, Thomas looked at you sadly before turning and walking back to his seat, leaving you standing there.

“Damn, that was one kiss.” Lafayette grinned, looking between the two of you excitedly.

“Anyways, I have some gifts for you guys.” You said, breaking the tension in the room.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that!” Eliza protested, watching you pull presents out of your bag for everyone.

“Ah, but I did.” You grinned at Eliza, beginning to hand things out across the room.

As you were passing out presents, you realized you didn’t have a present for Thomas. You were feeling…guilty? Why should you feel guilty? Not like he’d ever given you a gift…but that kiss. That kiss was something else entirely, but that didn’t mean you could suddenly start hating him.

“Merry Christmas to all and to all-wait not you, I don’t like you.” You said, finishing up passing out the presents to everyone except Thomas.

“Wow, really feeling the love babe.” Thomas said snarkily as everyone tore open their presents.

“Oh, it’s not like you got me a present.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Ah, that’s where you’re wrong.” Thomas said, pulling out a package from behind the chair he was sitting in.

“Wait, what?” You asked in shock.

“I’m not heartless, (Y/N).” Thomas made his way across the room to you, handing a small red package to you. “Merry Christmas, (Y/N).” Thomas almost whispered.

You slowly opened the package, everyone stopping to watch you as you did. Inside was a small stuffed animal of (F/A). You giggled at the small animal with a little Santa hat placed on it’s head.

“Thank you, Thomas.” You looked up from the present to see him watching you with something you didn’t recognize, but often saw in his eyes.

“You’re welcome, I know they’re your favorite.” Thomas smiles before standing up from where he was sitting. “I should be heading out.”

“But the party just started.” You protested as he gathered things.

“Don’t want to ruin your night with your friends, love.” Thomas said, walking out of the room quickly.

“Don’t worry about the consequences, just do it.” Alex urged you as you continued to stare where he was just sitting.

Without a second thought, you sprinted down the hall after Thomas. He had reached the staircase and was about to walk around it to the door. Building up all the courage you had, you ran faster and faster until your arm was able to reach out and grab his wrist.

“Wait, Thomas.” You gasped out, your breathing labored from running.

“Babe, are you okay?” Thomas asked, looking concerned.

“No I’m not.” You huffed out, starting to feel your breathing normal again.

“Um, okay. You going to tell me what’s wrong then?” Thomas raised a brow at you as you tried to think of what to saw.

Looking up at the ceiling to try and find inspiration, you were surprised by your luck. Breathing out a quiet sigh of relief, you looked back at Thomas and pointed at the ceiling. You watched Thomas’s eyes widen as they saw the bright mistletoe hung above your heads.

“Who keeps hanging all this damn mistletoe everywhere?” Thomas shouted in exasperation. Laughs could be heard throughout the house at his yelling.

“Thomas, I-” You began, the words finally coming to you.

“They’re not here, (Y/N). You don’t have to kiss me this time, sweetheart.” Thomas said, a tinge of sadness in his voice as he said these words.

Not letting yourself think too much, you grabbed Thomas and kissed him deeply. His lips were sweet and gentle against yours. Thomas held you as tightly to him as he could. The only thing to end your kiss was the both of you being out of breath.

Pulling away from the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours. Your breathing was in sync, it felt as if the two of you were one. You started to giggle, it was crazy wasn’t it. You were suppose to hate each other, yet here the two of you were making out in the Schuyler Sisters entryway.

“What’s so funny, love?” Thomas asked, stroking your face gently with his hand.

“I just realized that all this time, I’ve loved you. I thought I hated you, but I was so wrong.” You laughed again, Thomas joining in with you.

The two of you were very different and no neither of you were perfect. How blind the two of you had been to not realize that what you thought was hate, was actually love. You completed each other in ways you could never imagine.

The House of the Rising Sun

((A/N: Written as a submission for the lovely and amazing @kazchester-fanfiction‘s writing challenge. I stole House of the Rising Sun by The Animals. It’s a glorious song, and I decided to take it to a bit of an angsty place for this. I’d love to write more, depending on reception, actually. I enjoyed the shit out of the premise. Lyrics are italicized, and some adjusted slightly to fit the story.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k 

Warnings: Abuse mentions, swearing ))

How long had you known the Winchesters now? Three years? Four years? Honestly it seemed like forever some days. The boys didn’t know much about your past, but they had never needed to. It was an unspoken rule, not to pry into a Hunter’s history without them asking first. You knew about the boys purely by virtue of who they were. It was hard not to know who Sam and Dean Winchester were, or even the Angel Castiel who traipsed around with them.

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Warmth - A Scorbus Fanfic

OK wow, so this happened. I wrote a Scorbus fic! This was my Secret Santa gift to @i-can-write-i-swear and it is actually the first EVER fanfic I’ve written. I literally had SO MUCH FUN writing though, I know I’m going to do more.

If anyone reads this and feels like leaving some feedback, I would be so incredibly grateful. I welcome compliments and constructive criticism, I really want to learn how to improve my writing, so any comments anyone has will help me.

Thank you so much everyone, you’re all fantastic and I hope you all have a great Christmas season, and that we can all welcome 2017 with open arms!

2.0K words, G Rated.

“You’d rather be crushed by a tidal wave of students than endure the horror of a girl flirting with you? You do know it’s generally considered good if a girl finds you worthy of her flirting?”

Scorpius ducked his head in shame as they reached the doorway to the 5th year dormitories and entered. “Yes, I guess, I don’t know. I just know it makes me uncomfortable.”

Albus let out a small noise that may have indicated annoyance or irritation as both boys crossed to their trunks and began to remove the required items for their trip into Hogsmeade. After a pause, Albus briskly asked, “Do you like her?”

Scorpius noticed that Albus wasn’t looking at him. Instead he appeared to be determinedly searching for something, although it appeared as though everything he needed was already on his bed…

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Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Hamilton

Part 6/6


Pairing: jamilton (hamilton x jefferson)

Premise: modern law school au – Thomas works at the law library where Alex spends all his time.

Tags: @overrealityy​ @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips​ @catsmlg@supernatural–obsessed

Word Count: 2200 (i honestly don’t know how i keep getting even numbers)

Warnings: mentions of depressive behaviour, swearing

Dedicated to: @a-dott-ham @gone-with-the-wifi @haleythehomiedoughsquad (and everyone already tagged) thank you for reading <3 

a/n: i’m actually really sad that this fic is over. i’m sorry it was so short… if you want me to write more things, please send me ideas!! love you all <3

Thomas waited in anticipation all Sunday. He routinely picked up his phone just to make sure he hadn’t missed a text from Alex – but he never had. It was radio silence. Trying not to feel too heartbroken, he distracted himself by watching TV and doing some reading for his classes. His mind would always find a way to wander back to Alex or to James… both people bringing him pain, but for different reasons.

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holding everything i have like it was broken

rating: m

a/n: the angsty pregnancy fic nobody asked for! this is another everybody lives type thing, because it KILLS me that jyn and cassian don’t actually get to experience this. title ripped from “gimme something good” from cassian’s playlist (i still die). shoutout to @madiiisonclark for screaming with me last night while i was writing this :) enjoy!


“Where is she?” Cassian thunders, pushing past the men keeping watch at the entrance to their ship. No one answers. 

“Where is my wife?” he asks, rage cutting through the concern in his voice. He spots Bodhi in the cockpit and stares him down. “I swear to everything living in this galaxy,” Cassian starts, “if you don’t tell me where Jyn is right now, I’m going to – ”

Honey, you’re home.” Jyn’s voice cuts through the tension growing in the ship like a lightsaber. He turns to see his wife, standing against a wall with a rag pressed to the gash in her abdomen. She’s smiling in an effort to distract from the way her other hand clutches at a railing, white-knuckled. “This looks…worse than it is.”

Cassian exhales harshly, then presses his palm to his eyes. “You,” he starts, “ should be lying down. And you – ” he gestures to everyone watching, “ – should have been watching her! I gave you express orders.”

“Okay, I think you’re overreacting a little,” Jyn says, then hisses when the rag slips and air hits her open wound. 

“We are going to have a talk,” he replies, taking Jyn by the elbow to help her into their bunk. Cassian eases her onto the bed and goes to the tiny bathroom to collect more rags and some alcohol. 

“It’s really nothing, Cassian,” Jyn calls from their bed. “The blaster grazed me, and I shot him down right after.”

He rounds the corner, supplies in hand, and shoots her a look. It’s half you’re going to be the death of me and half I love you more than anything in the world – it makes Jyn drop her shoulders and sigh softly. 

“I know you were worried. I know you told me to stay on the ship. I know that, but I had the shot, and I took it.”

Cassian sits beside her and takes the bloody rag from her calloused hands. He looks up at her and works at disinfecting her wound. Jyn clenches her jaw when the alcohol touches bloody skin. “I was doing my job,” she offers, quieter this time. 

He doesn’t respond, just reaches for gauze to clean her up. 

“So now you’re not gonna talk to me? Cassian, I’m sorry, but – ”

“Jyn. You’re pregnant,” Cassian breathes, voice breaking on the last word. “You’re having a baby.”

She told him three weeks ago, just after they returned from a mission. Lying in bed together, Jyn reached for his hand and placed it atop her stomach. Cassian looked over with wide eyes, and she just nodded, biting her lip. 

Terror and excitement coursed through his veins then, just like they do now, looking down at his injured wife. (And child.)

“Cassian, I’m well aware that I’m – “

“Do you know,” he starts, not meeting her eyes. “Do you know what it would do to me if something happened to…either one of you?”

Jyn says nothing. They’re both silent for a long minute. Cassian knows they have jobs; the Alliance counts on both of them, and this, this feeling of complete and utter devotion, is why they shouldn’t be where they are right now. He would leave the rebels in a heartbeat if it meant saving his wife and child. 

Cassian feels Jyn’s hand come up to grip his arm, finally making him look at her again. Something in her green eyes shines so intensely it makes another part of his heart break off into her hands. When she leans in to kiss him, he meets her halfway. 

It starts as nothing: a brush of lips just to mend what was a little rocky. But then, gods help him, Jyn opens her mouth and sinks her teeth into his bottom lip, gripping his arm just a little too tight. Her nails must be leaving marks on his skin, but Cassian can’t bring himself to care. Not with her pulling her back so he’s hovering above her. 

“I don’t want to…” Cassian trails, glancing at her stomach and the barely-patched up gash below her ribs. But then Jyn’s tugging him down so their hips meet and he gasps, forgetting any concerns he had. 

He gets the rest of her tunic up and off and starts working at the button of her pants. Cassian’s never been particularly good with undressing Jyn in the heat of the moment – he gets too ahead of himself, too lost in her warm skin and bright eyes. She laughs at his fumbling and swats his hand away. Before he can protest, her pants are on the floor.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Jyn says with a slow smile. Cassian flashes her a smirk before disrobing and tossing his shirt and pants near the door. He crawls back on top of her, lets his fingers dip under the waistband of her panties and tease at her clit until she’s moaning and whimpering into the open air. 

When he sinks to his knees at the base of the bed, Jyn quirks a brow at him. Cassian drags her underwear down and presses kisses up her thighs until he’s right there, and flicks his tongue at her clit for all he’s worth. He pours everything – every thought, every worry, all of his feelings – into it, concentrating on showing Jyn just how much she, just how much they, really mean to him. She’ writhing on the bed, hands fisted in his hair, to an almost painful degree, but it doesn’t matter.

She comes just as he’s whispering, “Mi vida, mi alma,” into this junction at her hip. 

Jyn, with a sated smile, says, “Te queremos,” and Cassian’s entire heart threatens to shatter with the amount of love he feels.

Dangerous or not, he belongs, wholly and completely to this tiny, forged-family. 

Worst Possible Time | Natasha Romanoff / Wanda Maximoff |

Anonymous requested: Giiiiirl more wanda x Reader x nat please??? Doesn’t have to be smut can be just idk cute kissing or something (maybe Them already dating and both have fallen for the reader so they talk and decide to ask out / seduce her (the reader))
Of course dear! I loved writing the NatxReaderxWanda smut so I figured that this might be a part 2? It’ll be set like a few months later.

Summary: You, Wanda and Natasha were sent out on a simple recon mission but simple turns into complicated when your feelings get in the way. 

Warnings: Fighting, argument between Reader and Nat, death, swearing, sexual references but no actual smut. That’s it. It’s a mostly fluff fic.

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Originally posted by marvelheroes

“Fuck!” The exclamation escaped your lips as three agents descended upon you. Kicking dirt in their eyes, you used their momentary blindness to your advantage. You managed to slam one of them down, shooting your gun at the other two. You looked at Natasha and Wanda, unable to keep the visions of Wanda screaming in pleasure and Natasha writhing underneath you out of your mind.

“Y/N!” The scream of your name distracted you, letting the other agent that you’d only wounded grab you in a choke hold, pulling you to his chest. Natasha and Wanda managed to down the rest of the agents, turning to look at you and your assailant with identical looks of fury. 

“Let her go. We won’t ask again.” Natasha spoke with a calm tone, but you could hear the rage bubbling under it. Her gun was drawn and if you could get away from the man long enough she could take him out. With that thought in mind, you stomped as hard as you could down on his foot, bringing your elbow up into his face and breaking away. You made your way to Wanda as the gunshot sounded, letting you know that Natasha did indeed take care of him.

“God dammit, Y/N. You got distracted, again. You can’t keep doing that otherwise we might not be there to help save you.” Natasha snapped, turning to face you. Although you didn’t know, she was secretly very happy that you were okay and she was just worried about you.

“Okay, Nat. I get it. Jesus.” You huffed and began to walk away from them, trying to stop the argument that was about to arise. But Natasha simply wasn’t having it.

“Why are you so distracted? Hmm? You want to share or should we stop sending you on missions until we know that you have our backs?” Natasha called after you, storming up to you. You whirled around, not liking the way she thought you couldn’t protect them.

“Fuck off, Nat. Do not do this to me when you know that I’ve always got your back.” You snarled, not wanting to have this argument with her but she forced your hand. Wanda watched on, silent and waiting until she knew to stop you both.

“Do I? Cause of late, I’m not so sure you do. You’ve been sloppy, unable to fight back. Is it because of what happened between us?” Nat asked gesturing between the three of you. You growled in frustration because it was. Since that night two months ago, you’ve been off your game with the two women. With the guys you were fine but if you were put in the same room as the two you became a mess. You were unable to form coherent sentences or concentrate because, simply put, you were in love with both of them and you didn’t know how to deal with it.

“You know what? Fine. Yes, Nat, it is. I am off my game because of you two because I cannot fucking concentrate without picture the two of you naked and completely at my mercy. And I’m sorry for that. As much as I would like to say that it was because of the sex, I can’t. Because it’s not. I love you, both of you, and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if you feel that way about me, or if–” you were cut off by Wanda cupping your face and pressing her lips to yours. For a few blissful seconds you were completely immersed in her until she pulled away. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Wanda questioned as she pulled away, looking directly at you.

“Because I didn’t know if either of you felt the same.” Your excuse now seemed pathetic but it was all you had.

“You’re an idiot.” Nat shook her head, coming over to join you and Wanda. She pressed her lips to yours briefly, before pulling away and pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

You, Wanda and Nat laid together, tangled in the sheets and each other.

“Say it.” Natasha spoke into your ear.

“I love you, Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff. I love you both.” There was a blissful silence before Natasha broke it, laughing at how you decided to first announce your undying love for both of them

“You have the worst timing ever, Y/N.”

I’m playing along

Word count: 2312

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader (finally!!!)

Summary: You fail to admit your feelings for your favourite fighting frenchman, and the subtle hints just won’t do it, so you use jealousy as your weapon.

Warning: Swearing, Light smut??? Actually not, idk. its very subtle i guess.

Note: Ya,I wanted to write a fic for Lafayette so long!!! But I had no ideas, so I asked my dear @fanfrickinhamiltasticimagines to help me for the plot, but I’m not sure how much of that is still left?
Also Laf turned out a lot more salty than he is??? Headcannon for laf btw: Him calling hamilton alexandre instead of alexander. because it sounds nice. also. good french!!! Shall i translate it?

“Bonjour Lafayette”, you greeted your french friend, giving him a sheepish smile as you sat down next to him, holding a steaming hot coffee in your hands. “Oh, mon amie.” He looked up from his phone to greet you with two kisses on your cheeks in the typical french manner, making you blush in almost an instant. As always, he was wearing his hair up, and you had to resist the urge to run your fingers through it. The bright smile he was flashing you was contagious, so you decided to return it.

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Game Over

for @genderfluidalexfierro

happy birthday sam!!! I love you the absolute most (fight me on this) and i  hope your birthday is the actual greatest ever because u deserve everything to be the greatest ever, especially your birthday! I love you A LOT and i hope you love this tiny platonic pipercy fic!! 

Piper knew what hatred felt like.

Hatred was a raging fire in the pit of her stomach. Hatred was staring a monster in the face as her friends fought and paid the price. Hatred was the burning, immediate need to tear someone limb from limb, to sweet-talk and charm speak her way into making them hate themselves.

Piper also knew what it felt like to land on Percy’s property and have to pay him $140.

“I fucking hate capitalism,” Piper screamed in frustration as she handed Percy the stack of Monopoly money.

“Me too,” Percy grinned as he took it from her. He made a show of it, too, rubbing the money up against his face lovingly and even sniffing it.

“Like hell you do,” Piper grumbled.

“You’re right,” Percy smirked, placing it in his pile. “I don’t.”

Piper rolled her eyes and handed him the dice. He rolled it and passed go, earning him $200. He took it from the bank and stroked her cheek with the pile. “You know, Pipes, you too could love capitalism if only you were good at this game.”

Piper pouted. “I am good at this game.” She rolled a five and landed on a chance space. “Card me.”

Percy dutifully slapped the card into her hand. She flipped it over. Go to jail. Percy burst out laughing and Piper groaned, chucking the card at him. “I’m good at this game,” she repeated as she produced a get out of jail free card.

“Whatever,” Percy took it from her and put it back in the bank. He snatched the dice from the board and landed on an unowned property. He held up the $140 he had collected from Piper and placed in the bank. “Thank you for your kind donation to Jackson Enterprises,” he said as he bought another property.

“Anytime.” Piper advanced three spaces and begrudgingly paid the bank $200. Income taxes sucked.

Percy’s piece inched ever closer to Piper’s investment– the pair of the most expensive properties, both hers, both with a hotel on them. The rent amounted to $2000. Had she had the money to buy them in the first place? Probably not. Did she have faith it was worth it? Also no.

But there were only five spaces separating them from Percy.

Percy looked over at her dwindling money pile. “How much do you even have?”

“Um… $300?”

“Ha! I have $1K, fucking fight me.”

“Let’s go, you and me. Right now.”

So Percy threw the dice at her, one after the other. They bounced off her forehead. She winced and rubbed the spot where they’d hit, but her eyes widened as the dice came to a rest.

Two. Three.


Piper cackled with glee. “Game over, bitch!” she shouted, punching the air triumphantly and reveling in Percy’s dismayed groan. “Pay the fuck up.”