i'm sorry this is so lame i just had it stuck in my head for so long

Libraries and Piragua (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You were sexiled by your roommate on a day that you’d kill just to collapse into bed. You end up passing time with someone that makes your day end on a high note.

Word Count: 1,340

Warnings: Aimless plot, mentions of sex (nothing graphic), cussing, mentions of death (but character death like Abuela Claudia’s death in ITH mentioned is what I’m saying)

A/N: College AUs are my weakness, this is a demonstration of my knack for tying In The Heights into literally anything (and making my Classical Tradition professor proud with my Sophocles reference). Also, I am obsessed with the way Lin’s eyes are so expressive and was forced to take out approximately 1,000 references to them from this fic during proofreading.
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“Please [Y/N]? You owe me from that time you broke the coffee machine, [Y/N].” you muttered, mocking your roommate’s pleas as you trudged across campus to the library. You planned on mocking your own stupidity for agreeing to her request once you were done being annoyed with her. She had to pick the one day you ended up having a terrible, rushing-everywhere, everything-goes-wrong kind of day to seal the deal with the guy she’s been pining over for months. 

You yanked open the door to the library with an unnecessary amount of force before you stalked inside. You made it upstairs, appreciative of the near empty scene. There was only a few people scattered among the tables or computers along the wall. At least you knew you’d be left alone with your bitterness. 

You pulled out a chair to toss your bag onto before shedding your jacket. Once you got settled in, you pulled out your headphones and laptop. You popped in one headphone and scanned your library looking for a song that might ease your exasperation. Once you had it playing you pulled out your textbook and leafed through it, debating whether you wanted to be productive or not. You settled on not and shoved it away before pulling your laptop closer. With your one free ear you heard a chuckle and you internally sighed before turning to find its source. The table to your right had a boy who was looking at you amused. You wondered if the dark circles under his eyes meant he was as exhausted as you were.

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walking with him │ naruto

title: walking with him
pairing: naruhina
summary: after months without any alone time or anytime together at all it seems, the couple decides to take a walk.
notes: i did the thing. (side-note: sorry it’s taken me months to write anything, i hope this makes up for it. i’m so rusty….)


“Hinata! Wait up!” He was running after her, sweat forming in sticky droplets on his forehead and cascading down his back making his orange shirt cling uncomfortably against his skin.

She was yards ahead of him, too giddy with excitement to stop and wait for him. It had been months since they’ve had time together. Often he didn’t come home to sleep, instead he’d spend weeks in the Hokage’s office reading scrolls and taking food cold because he’d forget it was there. 

So today was special.

A whole twenty-four hours dedicated to spending time together. Iruka agreed to watch Boruto and Himawari after Hinata mercilessly guilt tripped him offering her best puppy dog eyes. A bit out of character for her often shy and non-pushy personality. He agreed nonetheless, a tight lipped smile as he did. 

Hinata stopped, grinning while placing her hands behind her back. Her husband looked out of breath, beat, and disgruntled but otherwise still as gleeful as she hoped he was. 

“Sorry Naruto, I’m just so excited to finally be here with you.” She offered her hand which he took. It was cool to the touch and filled him with butterflies. After years of marriage he still felt this way about her. His stomach doing backflips and frontflips. He’d never get over her. 

A goofy grin spread against his face and she was pretty sure there was still a piece of basil stuck in his teeth from their ramen lunch date earlier. “Are you ready?” He asked looking down at her an taking in the pale beauty of her eyes. 

She nodded squeezing his hand and taking a step forward in the direction of the trail. 

Today they decided to take a walk around the lake. It was a public trail so naturally there were other people on it. Some even stopping by to great the Hokage and his wife or just smiling in their direction. It was nice but they made sure conversations didn’t last longer than they should. The sun was high over head and the that days air was humid. The day before it rained, so small puddles of water filled small dips in the trail and it became almost like a game trying to avoid them all and occasionally they’d laugh coming out with wet feet because someone lost their balance. 

Around them the trees were in full bloom and neither of them had really seem the trees this green before. It was almost magical with the light breeze shaking the branches making the leaves fall in a melodic like dance to the ground. It was fresh, the air cleaner than it was deeper into the city. Kind of like a paradise in its own way. And the water, green in color but crystal clear when you stopped to look at it as they were now. Across from them on the other side of the lake children played. Splashing, and daring each other to try and walk on the water and then laughing when their chakra didn’t work right and in the plunged into the cold depths. 

Next to her Naruto chuckled and she reached up to place a gentle hand against his cheek. Blue eyes shown down at her and blond brows raise in wonder. “Yes, love?” 

Her eyes grew soft. “Thank you for walking with me today. For all of today.” 

“Of course. I would walk with you everyday if I could.” His lips touched the side of hand, sending chills through her body. 

“Even now you still send my head spinning Uzumaki Naruto.” Her hand returned to his while she lifted herself onto the tips of her toes.

He leaned down, fingers tangling in hers, and lips crept closer to hers. “I plan to always do that, Uzumaki HInata.” 

Their lips touched, pleasure rolled through their bodies making them calm. Like months of near separation never happened. Sure they had kissed before this, but this one was perfect. It was a rushed goodbye kiss, or a goodnight kiss. It was a no matter what happens, how long they’re apart, or how much they see each other, they would still find a way to give each other the same feelings like it was the first time. 

It was a slow kiss, one that made people stop and stare or blush from second hand embarrassment. His hands were on either side of her face, dipping her body, pushing her abdomen into his and nearly knocking her off her feet. And then it was over and she had stars in her eyes and he wanted more. 

“I love you.” He said against her lips, stealing another kiss. 

She flushed. “I love you too.”

Perhaps they’d go on another walk.

anonymous asked:

Can you pleasee write a fic about daryl gushing about carol to Maggie or Rick. Pretty Pretty Pleaseeeee

Anonymous said:Prompt: Carol secretly hears Daryl confessing his love for her to Rick 

 He couldn’t contain it much longer. Not now she was here and back, back to the woman she once was. Her demons had been laid to rest, and something that lay dormant in Daryl for the past year had decided to awaken in their resting.

They had talked. Talked until they were blue in the face. Tears had been shed for both parties, finding solace in one another, like they always should have to begin with.

And now he was stuck up shit creek without a paddle.

Light being shed on the darkness that both held made room for other thoughts and feelings. Thoughts and feelings Daryl didn’t like, not one damn bit.

And so in an unlikely turn of events he turned to the only person he felt he could trust other than her. Rick.

“Need ta talk ta ya ‘bout sumthin’.” That was it. An ominous opening line. Jesus fucking Christ this was going to be harder than he’d hoped.

Rick looked at him with the concern he’d expected to see. “What’s wrong? Something happen?”

“Nah,” Daryl quickly brushed off, slouching down onto the porch bench, waiting until Rick sat next to him before he continued. “Ain’t nothin’ important, not really.”

Rick could clearly see whatever it was was bothering Daryl more than he was letting on.

“Talk to me.”

Daryl sighed, taking in a deep breath as he figured out what exactly he was supposed to say to Rick.

“How’d ya know Michonne liked ya ‘fore yous got together?” Ease yourself in Dixon.

Rick already knew where this was going, attempting to remain placid as he answered his troubled friend.

“I didn’t, not really, it was just this moment between us, jus’ sorta happened y’know? Felt right.”

Well that didn’t fucking help him at all.

“Right, ‘kay.”

“Why, who’ve you’ve got your eye on?” Rick asked with a waggle of his brows.

“No one,” Daryl almost immediately snapped back, his natural defences kicking in.

Daryl.” Rick wasn’t buying his bullshit and he knew it.

“It ain’t gon’ work out fer me like it did for yous two,” Daryl offered.

“And why the hell not?” Rick asked, faintly aware of the screen door opening behind him.

“’Cause she’s too damn good fer me that’s why.”

“You underestimate your value,” Rick said earnestly, hating that Daryl believed himself lower than anyone in the group.

“Havin’ huntin’ skills don’t make ya the most eligible bachelor Rick,” Daryl grunted, pulling a cigarette and lighter from his pocket. He needed to learn to keep his mouth shut. “I ain’t got no damn experience when it comes ta women. All the fuckin’ horrifyin’ shit in this world and it’s a god damn woman that’s got me shakin’ in my boots.”

Rick couldn’t help but grin at that. “You gon’ tell me which woman we’re talking ‘bout?”

Daryl took a deep drag, his eyes narrowing at his smug companion. “I know yer ass likes ta gossip, no fuckin’ way.”

Rick laughed, shaking his head. “I promise, I won’t tell anyone.” 

Daryl hung his head low, he wasn’t equipped to deal with this sort of shit.

“I love her.”

Rick’s eyebrows raised in surprise at his confession.

“Shit, I’ve loved her fer so damn long, ain’t never been the right time ta tell her.”

Rick stayed quiet, he knew Daryl was on a roll and he was scared his voice would break him out of his confessional speech.

“Thought I’d lost her, so many times over, even that weren’t enough ta make me tell her…I can’t lose her again Rick.”

“Carol,” Rick finally said softly.

“Who else,” Daryl muttered, his head rested in his hands, forgotten smoke burning down between his fingers.

Rick was far more aware of the person stood behind them now than he was before, knowing all too well the only person who would be still enough for Daryl not to detect a mile off.

He clasped a hand down on his friend’s shoulder, deciding to make a hasty retreat before Daryl piped up again. 

“I’m sure y’all work it out,” Rick offered lamely, quickly rising and turning on his heel, his eyes locking with Carol’s wide ones, patting her on the back before he slipped into the house.

Daryl still hadn’t moved from his previous position, unaware of the small steps Carol was taking forward.

“Some fuckin’ help that was,” he sighed, raising his head back up to take a drag, half near jumping out of his skin when he saw Carol by his side.

“Fuckin’ Christ! The hell ya sneakin’ up on me for?” he yelled in shock, shock quickly making way for realisation…realisation that she had heard everything.

“Did you mean what you said?” Carol asked him calmly, although she couldn’t feel further away from calm in that moment if she’d tried.

Daryl’s mouth popped open, words failing to leave him, not knowing exactly what the fuck he was supposed to say.

“D’ya want me to mean it?” Jesus this was some playground romance sorta shit but right now it’s all he had.

“Don’t play with me,” Carol replied, wrapping her arms insecurely around herself.

Daryl realised in that moment that maybe, just maybe, she did want him to mean it.

“Course I did Carol, wouldn’t’ve said it otherwise.”

A small smile graced her lips, taking another few tentative steps towards him, tears shimmering in her eyes.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to say those things - some of them anyway. I’m not too good for you, I thought we established you’re every bit, if not better than everyone in this group.”

“Not better than you,” Daryl said determinedly. “Always been reachin’ fer somethin’ that’s outta reach when it comes ta ya. ”

Carol shook her head, taking the last step towards him so their knees were brushing, her hand held out to his. “You’re wrong. I’ll never be out of reach for you Daryl.”

I'm All Yours

Would you please write one where you’re atl’s merch girl and live in the same bus as the guys. Alex and jack flirt with you all the time and kinda having a competition. Then one evening all the guys went out except alex and he thinks he’s alone so he only wears underwear. But then you come out of the shower only wearing a towel and then you show alex that you only want him ;) please different povs and smut

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I walked onto All Time Low’s bus, tossing my bag down with a tired huff. The merch tent had been crazy today and I was exhausted. I laid down on the couch, hoping to get at least a few minutes of rest before the boys came back. The second I closed my eyes, the doors opened and loud talking filled the bus. 

“Long day, Y/N?” Rian asked. I cracked open my eyes and slowly sat up.

“Yeah, I’m really wore out.”

“I can wear you out, sweetheart,” Jack commented, giving me a wink. I just rolled my eyes.

“Shut up, dude. She’s had a long day,” Alex defended.

“Thank you, Alex,” I told him.

“But we can make it a long night, too, if you want,” he added. Jack glared at him. This was how it was all the time. Alex and Jack acted like they were in some kind of competition over me, constantly flirting and making jokes and sexual offers. I’d gotten used to it over time. It wasn’t always easy living in a bus with four grown (well, kind of) men, but I loved them all and wouldn’t trade my job for the world. 

“I’m heading to bed,” I told them all, standing and walking back to my bunk.

“Is that an invitation?” Jack called. “I’ll gladly accept.”

“No!” I yelled back. They eventually quieted down and I could hear them getting ready for bed, too. Just as i was about to fall asleep, my curtain pulled back slightly and Alex stuck his face in the crack.

“Good night, gorgeous,” he whispered with a wink and a grin.

“Good night, Alex,” I giggled. He was a sweety. I had to admit that if I picked either Jack or Alex, it would be Alex. I’m not saying I like him like that or anything, but there are times when my stomach fills with butterflies at his touch. 

The Next Day

ATL was getting ready to go on stage and I was on break for a bit, so I decided to hang backstage with them before they went on. They were running around, trying to make sure they had everything before going on and I watched, slightly amused. 

“Shit! Y/N, I left my extra sticks on the bus, can you run and get them for me before it starts?” Rian asked. 

“Yeah, sure,” I nodded, getting up and jogging to the bus. I was back in the bunks looking for them when someone else came in. I thought I saw the sticks in a case on Rian’s bed, so I crawled in and grabbed them. I turned back around and opened the curtain to get out, but someone’s ass was right in my face blocking the way. “Hey!” I said, trying to get them to move. They turned, now sticking their dick where their ass had been.

“Y/N?” Alex’s voice asked. “What are you doing here?”

“Getting Rian’s extra sticks.” He glanced down at me, seeing the situation I was in with his private area. My cheeks went red and he chuckled.

“Well, well, well. You’re in a fun place,” he commented, smirking. I knew he was enjoying this.

“Can you please move?” I asked, but he shook his head.

“I’m just trying to reach something from my bunk, sorry. But while you’re down there, you could do me a favor…” he told me, winking. There was astrange feeling in my stomach, those damn butterflies, but something else, too. And then it was like I was someone else because I did something that I usually would never do. I put the sticks down and placed my hands on Alex’s hips, trailing my fingers as I pushed up his shirt. Then, looking up to make eye contact with a shocked Alex, I slowly licked from his belly button down to the top of this underwear, hooking my fingers in the band to pull them down a little more. Then, just like that, I grabbed Rian’s sticks, smirked at Alex who was standing there completely speechless, and walked off the bus.  

A few night later

Alex’s POV

Y/N had been acting a lot different around me ever since that whole licking incident. Which had completely caught me off guard. Jack and I would do our usual flirting and what not, but now Y/N would sometimes whisper something back to me or give me a look. I was so stunned that I had no clue how to act.

“Alex, you coming?” Zack asked. I shook my head. They were all going out for drinks tonight, a few friends (girls mostly) from the area joining them as well, but I just wanted to stay on the bus and chill. “Alright. We’ll see you later man.”  They walked out and finally I was alone. I put in a movie and went to the bunks, stripping down my boxers. I grabbed a pillow and blanket and headed back out to the couch just in time for it to start. I thought I heard someone in the bathroom, but that was impossible because I was alone, so I just let it go.

“Alex, what the hell are you doing here?!” Y/N’s voice asked. I snapped my head over and jumped up to find her in just a towel, some of her exposed skin still wet from the shower. God, was she sexy.

“Uh, I didn’t want to go out drinking tonight so I’m watching a movie,” I explained lamely. She had the most amazing long leg I’d ever seen. “You can join me if you’d like.”

“The others are all gone? So it’s just you and I?” she asked, and I nodded. I knew I shouldn’t be getting so turned on by this conversation but I was. A million possibilities that did not involve her and I watching this movie were racing through my mind. I tried to hide my “little buddy” getting so happy, but clearly that wasn’t working because Y/N saw it and just smirked. Oh, god, what the hell did that mean??

Y/N’s POV

I smirked when I saw that Alex was getting turned on just by me standing here in a towel. 

“I’m glad you’re here. I actually wanted to talk to you about something,” I told him, confidence growing inside me. “I know you and Jack have this little competition going on about me.” I saw him swallow hard as I started to walk toward him. “And well, I just wanted to let you know that…I’m all yours.” I was inches from him now. As soon as I finished talking, I dropped my towel to the floor. Alex’s eyes grew wide as he scanned my body and he no longer tried to hide his erection. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine.

Alex’s hand ran down my bare back to my ass, squeezing it hard, while the other was holding my face to his. I had my arms around his neck, pressing my body to his. His tongue glided over my bottom lip and I happily let him dominate my mouth. Getting another boost of confidence, I shoved Alex down on the couch and broke away, kissing from his neck, all the way down his chest and to the top of his boxers, the only article of clothing he was wearing. I pulled them down slowly, finally letting his erection free. I gripped his shaft as he watched me with lust filled eyes and swirled my tongue around the tip. Alex let out a breathy gasp, and I put him in my mouth, slowly bobbing up and down and adding more of him each time. His hand found my hair and moved me at the speed he needed, moaning every now and then. Soon enough, his chest was rising and falling quickly, so I pulled away and smirked up at him. 

“Fuck, don’t tease me, Y/N,” he said low in his throat. I smiled and stood up, only to be pulled on the couch. Alex was kissing me hard, shoving me back into the cushions. He teased me a bit, running his finger up and down my folds, then finally inserting it. I moaned as he added a second and this his thumb began to rub circles around me clit. “You like that?” he asked. I nodded, bucking my hips into his hand. Alex pulled away and I whimpered. “Hold on baby,” he said. Alex lined himself up and then slowly went in. I moaned loudly, digging my nails into his back. He began to thrust in and out of me at a steady pace, then gave my chest attention as well. 

“Alex, oh my god,” I said softly, wrapping my legs around his body. He hit a new angle, this time finding my g-spot. I gasped and he moved faster, grunting and moaning as well. The knot in my stomach began to build. “Alex!” Suddenly, he stopped, slowly pulling out. 

“I want you to ride me and scream my name when you cum,” he whispered darkly. Desperate for him, I shoved him into a sitting position and climbed on his lap. I wasn’t gentle when I slid down his length, throwing my head back and digging my nails into his shoulders. “Y/N, don’t stop,” he managed, his hands now guiding my hips to move faster. 

“Alex, oh fuck,” I moaned out, knowing I was close. 

“Scream my fucking name,” he said, his head going back and mouth opening in a silent curse. I went down harder, trying to get as deep as I could. It felt amazing.

“Alex! Fuck, Alex!!!” I screamed, reaching my high and triggering his. 

“Oh my god, Y/N!” he yelled. We sat there, panting and tired for a few seconds, before I moved off of him. He looked over to me with a smile. “That was amazing.” I nodded in agreement. He pulled my lips to his and gave me a sweet, slow kiss. “I really want you to be mine,” he whispered.

“I’d love that,” I whispered back. We smiled at each other and he kissed me again before we got up and put clothes on, heading to the couch to actually watch this movie, despite that it was now almost over. We laid down, and Alex wrapped his arms around me. Finally. 

so i was thinkin abt jack & nicknames

  • it seems like no ones really given him one at samwell so im assuming he hasn’t rly had once since the Q
  • im also now assuming his main nickname in the Q was zimms and that kent was the one who used it the most? like maybe in the beginning the other boys were hung up on the bad bob’s kid thing and just called him by his name bc he’s Jack Zimmermann capital J capital Z
  • & kp is the first teammate he really gets close to & kp is the first one to give him a nickname but at that point he’s always just been jack so kp is really the only one to call him zimms
  • now college. new teammates. who think they know a lot of things about jack. who will also probably get caught up in the whole bad bob’s druggie son thing. who won’t really try to give him a nickname. capital J capital Z.
  • shitty probably tries?? but he just comes up with a bunch of dumb names that jack just kind of shrugs at bc he’s never really had a team nickname so none of them really stick
  • ransom and holster however live for nicknames. shitty is on board with this. so jack’s sophomore year the give jack a nickname campaign starts up again
  • (someone definitely calls him jay z it happens i’m sure of it. jay z doesn’t stick as a nickname, but it still gets used every once in a while bc come on jay z like jz it’s just too perfect)
  • anyways the nickname campaign continues and someone calls him zimmy and then zimms and it just. hits harder than jack thought it would. bc he hasn’t heard anyone say that to him in years (4 years, but who’s counting, not jack, and definitely not kent) and it happens in practice and the samwell men’s hockey team witnesses Jack Zimmermann trip up on the ice. he stops moving for a moment, forgets where he is, is looking over his shoulder for blond hair and a blue sweater and he looks rly young for a second. he hasn’t heard anyone call him that since the Q, since kent and the pills and the draft-shaped cloud hanging over his head, and it’s just A Lot. a lot of things come back to him all at once for a second, a lot of things he tries not to think about, and he’s getting better, he is, but maybe Never Thinking About It isn’t the best technique, and he freezes. the give jack a nickname campaign ends after that, and no one brings it up again. 
  • sometimes new recruits ask why almost everyone has a nickname except jack and the standard response is shrugging and “none of them stuck. the goalie doesn’t have a nickname either” “well john johnson sounds ridiculous enough anyways”
  • cue johnson’s spiel about how maybe that’s another one of his narrative purposes, to provide some solidarity for jack, the no nickname squad
  • jack graduates and signs with providence and still no nickname. but he’s also come a very long way since the Q and even since he started at samwell, and the nickname thing doesn’t bother him anymore. it’s just how it is. 
  • the falcs also try to nickname him because “come on dude just jack is lame. no offense” “ok but bro offense intended, jack IS lame. u and ur dad have hella lame names. bob and jack. how did ur mom let this happen” “leave my family out of this??” “no thirdy’s right” “we need a super cool name for you to make up for it” and somehow zimmboni is what he ends up with, which is way cooler than just jack, so “we’re calling you zimmboni and you’re gonna like it” 
  • whoever came up with the nickname zimmboni 100% looked like a kid on christmas morning when they thought of it they were so damn hyped this is true i don’t make the rules
  • and at some point when they’re trying out nicknames, someone comes up with jay z, and zimmy, and zimmer, (which led to zipper and jack is fast, sure, but it’s not his main strength, so they trash that one) and zimms.  and alright, jack isn’t on great terms with kent at this moment in time, but he’s come a long way since rimouski, since sophomore year. zimms is just something someone used to call him. it was the nickname of a sad scared 18 year old. he tries to not let him get to him anymore. 
  • someone tries “zimms maybe” and jack tilts his head and pretends to consider it, ends up saying “still kinda lame” bc, well. they were talking about him needing a sickass nickname. and “zimmy is also pretty lame” and “fuck u zimmermann we’re trying our best” and later at some point after practice when they’re clearing the ice, someone just screams “zimmboni!!!” and all hell breaks loose “ur fucking kidding” “was that tater” “well he did tell us to get more creative” “i swear 2 god” “i still think that’s kind of lame” “dude it’s the best one so far” and of course. it sticks.