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little green monster: peter parker

peter parker x reader

A/N: i feel like there’s a very obvious difference between my writing for high school peter and college peter that almost seems less mature and idk if i’m into that or not but??? c’est la vie oh well i’m sorry if this is crap lol (also this is dedicated to @tomhollandxreader, thank you for motivating me my angel, i love you!!)


requested:  Anonymous-

Peter Parker getting jealous when the reader gushes about Cap when watching one of those videos at school

Words: 2100+

Warnings: none

summary: He’s never even spoken to her before, so how is he supposed to explain why his eyes never seem to leave her captivating figure or why he can’t seem to will away the tight ball of jealousy in his chest whenever he sees her talking to someone else?

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“Ugh, he looks so good in that suit,” Peter heard someone say from across the crowded bleachers. His head shot up, easily recognizing the sound of her voice.

She was sitting three rows down, squished in between two of her friends as she stared dreamily at the small screen that was still displaying the fitness test introduction video, a small image of Captain America waving his arms around animatedly in an attempt to motivate his audience to “get up and get active!” flickering in and out of focus.

Peter’s eyebrows drew together as he watched her interact with her friends. Was she talking about… Captain America? He eyed her critically as she turned again to say something else, his heightened senses allowing him to hear her next statement.

“Although I bet he’d look better with it off,” she giggled behind her hand. Peter choked on the breath he’d been holding, startling Ned who had been flitting in and out of sleep for the past five minutes.

“Huh? What happened?” Ned asked, looking around dazedly until he focused on Peter’s dropped jaw. “What, Peter?”

“Uh… nothing! It’s… um.. It’s nothing!” Peter turned red and forced himself to look away from her laughing huddle of friends.

“Then why’d you just make a sound like a dying cat?” Ned questioned, watching as Peter turned his attention once again to her hunched and laughing figure. When Ned followed his gaze and caught sight of her small frame, he sighed in understanding. “Really, dude? One of these days,Y/N’s actually gonna catch you looking and report you for harassment or something.”

“Wha- no, Ned! I wasn’t watching Y/N!” Peter said defensively, turning to glare at his friend.

“Yeah right, Pete. What completely enthralling thing is she talking about this time?” he inquired sarcastically.

“Nothing!” Peter said, and then he heard her laugh, a tinkling, mellifluous thing that had him struck with such limerence that he thought he might stop breathing altogether. “Do you think I’m as attractive as Captain America?” he blurted, eyes still glued to her captivating profile.

“What? Dude, why would you ask me that?” Ned laughed, watching the screen down below quite intently for someone who’d been asleep for the entire first half. “Of course you’re not as attractive as Captain America. He’s a scientifically enhanced super-soldier and you’re a fifteen year old boy who’s still going through puberty.”

Peter sighed, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes and rubbing until he could see the phosphenes lighting up the dark, stars and colors dancing across his vision while Ned gave him a reassuring pat on the back.

“It’s alright, Peter. I’m sure Y/N would think you’re attractive. I mean, if you ever end up saying more than two words to her, that is,” Ned shrugged.

“Ned, you know I can’t talk to her. She’s popular. Can you imagine what she’d say if I ever approached her? Can you even imagine what I’d say? I’d probably screw everything up! Then she and Liz and Betty would make fun of me in front of everybody,” Peter whined quietly, burying his face in his hands. 

“Peter, just-” The shrill sound of a whistle interrupted Ned’s sentence as Coach Wilson began shouting instructions at the startled class. “Shoot, what are we even doing? I haven’t been paying attention.”

Peter groaned, getting up and moving with the crowd towards the blue mats that formed a grid across the gym. “Sit ups, I think. Come on, let’s go grab a mat before all of the good ones are taken. If I have to use one of the old sweaty wrestling mats again, I might throw up,” he said, maneuvering his way around the lingering bodies. 

Ned followed closely, offering to hold Peter’s feet first as they started the first round of sit ups. If he noticed that Peter managed to choose a spot only three mats away from Y/N’s, he didn’t say anything. 

“You should just tell her about the ‘internship’,” Ned suggested quietly, halfheartedly holding Peter’s feet in place as he mused out loud. “That’d definitely impress her.”

“Ned, I can’t tell her about you-know-what just to get her to like me. I’ve told you before, Spider-Man’s not a party trick. If I ever talk to her, I want to do it as me, not him,” Peter explained, grunting softly as he pulled himself up repeatedly, stopping only when Coach Wilson was turned around on the other side of the gym. 

“You wouldn’t have to tell her that part! Just casually mention that you know Captain America and you’re in! No one would suspect it now that everybody know that you’ve got the internship, anyway!” Ned exclaimed.

“Parker, Leeds, get back to work,” Coach Wilson reprimanded from his spot by the bleachers, hardly looking up from his phone. 

“Sorry, coach,” Peter muttered, glaring slightly at Ned’s innocent smile.

“Look, Peter, it’s easy,” Ned reasoned, turning to face her mat. “Hey Y/N!”

Peter sat up in a panic, eyes widening in alarm. He turned in her direction, watching her wave back to Ned with the hand that wasn’t holding Liz’s ankles.

“Hey, Ned!” she responded with a bright smile.

“Ned!” Peter whispered loudly, trying to hide behind his friend so he wouldn’t be seen. 

“Did you do the algebra homework yet? The last two questions killed me, I think,” Ned continued to speak over their neighbors’ heads, receiving glares and strange glances. Peter silently willed him to stop talking. He didn’t. “By the way, did you know Peter knows Captain America? They’re super tight!”

“Ned!” Peter repeated more firmly and out loud this time. 

“No way!” she beamed, attention now fully on the two boys. “Do you really?”

Liz’s head also shot up as she pulled herself into a seated position, tuned intently into the conversation.

“Uh… n-no? I mean, yes? T-technically? I guess so? It’s complicated. I’ve seen him like… twice during my internship, but I wouldn’t say I know him know him,” he rambled, flushing when her lip quirked up in an amused smile. 

“That’s so awesome! I bet he’s super cool! Does he look the same as he does in the videos? What’s he like? Is he nice? What am I saying? Of course he’s nice, he’s Captain America! Does he know who you are? Would he ever come here? Would-” she trailed off, noticing Peter’s dropped jaw and Ned’s giggling face. 

“Oh, sorry. I’m rambling. Sorry. Wait, I already said that. Okay, I’m sorry. I mean! You know what I mean…” she blushed, biting her bottom lip to stop herself from saying any more. 

“Um, no that’s okay! I guess he looks the same in real life. A little bigger, I suppose, and more lifelike, but overall the same. The last time I saw him he was sort of… in a bad mood? But I think he’s a nice guy,” Peter spoke cautiously.

“Oh! C-cool! Yeah, cool, that’s cool! Sorry, I said the word ‘cool’ like, three times in the past five seconds,” her blush deepened.

“You apologize a lot,” Peter stated without thinking. “I mean! Not that that’s a bad thing! I was just… observing! Yeah! Sorry!” he rushed, his own face beginning to turn red. 

“It’s okay,” she smiled. “And sorry… for apologizing so much, you know.” She laughed awkwardly. A moment of awkward silence passed between them.

“Wow. That was painful,” Liz remarked, sharing a look with Ned. “I think I’m gonna go… grab a drink of water. Wanna come, Ned?”

“Yup! Water! Gotta go guys, sorry!” Ned stood abruptly, following Liz to the bleachers.

Y/N stood and made her way to Peter’s mat, sitting hesitantly across from him. 

“Do you actually know Cap?” she asked, staring into his eyes so intensely that he had to look away. 

“Y-yeah. I was telling the truth. Um, do you really think he looks good in that uniform?” he asked as he toyed with the aglet on the end of his shoelace.

She cocked her head to the side as a confused look overtook her features. “How did you know about that?”

“Huh? Know what? I didn’t say anything,” he sputtered, tugging the shoelace with a fervor. 

“I mean, I was talking about Cap’s uniform with Betty and Liz while we were watching the video earlier, but you weren’t sitting anywhere near me. How’d you know what I said?” her eyebrows furrowed as she stared Peter down.

“Um… I’m really good at reading lips?” He coughed in an attempt to divert her attention from his little slip-up. “Anyway, how’d you know where I was sitting?”

Now was her turn to become flustered. “Um. What? I mean. I just saw you across the room. Not like I was looking for you or anything! I just happened to spot you and Ned,” she rushed, pushing down a dent in the surface of the mat. 

“Right…” Peter squinted, trying to decipher the meaning of her statement.

“And don’t pretend like you’re not staring at Liz all the time! We see you, you know. You’re like, always looking at her with this completely smitten look on your face,” she smiled wistfully, still focused intently on the spot on the mat that kept puffing back up after she poked it down. 

Peter scrunched his nose in confusion. Why did she think he was always staring at Liz? “Um, what?” he asked, tilting his head slowly.

“Duh, Peter. You stare at her all day like you’re in love with her. It’d be creepy if it weren’t kind of cute,” she admitted with a shrug, sounding a bit disappointed.

“Um… I don’t recall ever looking at Liz like that?” his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Then why are you always watching us? Liz and Betty have both noticed it, too,” she mentioned.

“Wha-” Peter began, but then a niggling thought poked at the back of his brain. She thinks you’ve been staring at Liz this entire time! The voice said. “Wait, you think I’ve been looking at Liz?” he laughed.

“Uh, duh?” she stated. “Everyone thinks that.”

“W-why would you think I was staring at Liz this whole time?” he asked, his heart pounding so fast he thought it might burst out of his chest. 

“Because she’s perfect? Because she’s beautiful and smart and you’d be crazy not to?” she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “But I guess you’ve been staring at Betty this whole time, then, if it wasn’t Liz.”

“What? Betty?” his frown grew, wondering if she was putting herself down on purpose or she really was just that oblivious. 

“Yeah, Betty’s super gorgeous, too. And she’s on the morning announcements, so I get why you’d like her,” she mused.

“Wha- no, Y/N, I wasn’t looking at either of them!” he explained with wide eyes.

“You weren’t? So who- oh.” she cut herself off once she realized what he’d been insinuating. “Me?”

“Yes, you. How could I even focus on girls like Liz and Betty when you were there the whole time?”

“I’m sorry, let me get this straight. This entire time, I’ve been agonizing over the fact that I’ve been totally crushing on a guy who I thought was totally in love with Liz when he’d been looking at me with those heart eyes?” she asked incredulously.

“Wait, you’re crushing on me? What is happening! I didn’t even know you knew I existed!” Peter exclaimed.

“How could I not? You’re completely swoon-worthy, Peter!” she smiled a dazzling smile, grabbing one of his clammy hands and squeezing it. 

“I mean, I’m no Captain America or anything-” she cut his self-deprecating statement off with a shy kiss to his cheek.

“Captain who? As far as I know, he doesn’t have totally gorgeous curly hair and twinkly brown eyes. And he’s not the smartest kid in our grade who also just happens to have a heart of gold”

Peter blushed a deep red, the skin on his cheek tingling where her lips met it seconds earlier. “Come on, Y/N, you can admit that you think he’s… ‘hotter’ than me. We both know it’s true.”

“I don’t think that at all, Peter!” she defended, giving his hand another squeeze. “If you don’t believe me, ask anybody who’s seen me staring at you at any possible moment.”

Peter’s lips turned up as he smiled shyly at her statement. How had he never noticed? It seemed she was just as enthralled by him as he was with her. Somehow, the girl who seemed just out of his orbit had been watching him with those star-filled eyes the entire time. 

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R: Their s/o calls them during a breakdown while they’re busy.

Requested by anonymous:

Could you do bts reaction when their gf call them while they’re in practice/studio abd cry (breakdown) in the line and asking them to come home bc they’re her only family and how they’ll handle the situation?

A/N: I love suffering :) got nothing else to say, enjoy !


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Pain - Steve x Reader(f)

Authors notes: So, I found these prompts and this is what came of it lol. sorry, not sorry. (You know I live to write angst)

Prompts: “No, you can’t sleep yet!” “I need you to open your eyes. Can you do that for me?” “Just stay awake a little longer, okay?”

Word count: 950

Notes/Warnings: ANGST, mentions of blood and death, crying also I tried to throw in a little fluff but idk how much it will help lol

 Also, because im short on time I did not sped a ton of time proof reading it… sooo, there will be errors, sorry. 

Originally posted by weheartchrisevans

  Pain isn’t new to me; I’ve been feeling it all my life. What is new, is the sensation of the need to let it consume me. The need to to walk into the waves and never look back.

“No, no, no, no! Come on, please!” Steve rushed to where you were sprawled on the ground and dropped to his knees, dust pluming into the air.

His hands hovered over your body, fingers splayed wide, as he assessed the damage and tried to decide how to help you. You had been shot and, what was worse, you had been shot taking a bullet meant for him. He finally found the wound only to realize how close to your heart it had come. He ripped the bottom of your shirt off and balled up the fabric to press at the top of your ribs.

“Stop bleeding, stop bleeding, stop bleeding.” He chanted to himself. He pushed a little harder, after seeing a small stream of blood trickle down your shoulder, and you winced. Your eyes fluttered open and he reached a bloodied hand behind your head.

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hold it against me (Pidge/Lance)

notes: just a silly little thing based on this post“my dad is a cop and i just called him and he was like “hey i have a 17 year old boy in the back of my cop car right now that i’m running him to the station” and i asked if he was cute and my dad said “Hey, my daughter wants to know if you’re cute” and the guy said “i want to say yes, sir” and my dad started laughing so hard”

I’m in a plance + mini-fic mood, so send me a prompt from my AU tag (or one of your own!) and I’ll see what I can whip up over the weekend! :)

Okay, so, like.  This was not a part of The Plan.  “The Plan” being to not be sitting in the back of a cop car at 10 PM on a Friday night, on account of trespassing.  Lance has had better ideas, probably.  Definitely.  Hindsight is 20/20, and all that.

Officer Holt seems nice enough, at least.  Granted, this is a judgment made mostly based on music taste, as Bonnie Tyler’s “Total Eclipse of the Heart” is playing on the radio, and Lance figures that anyone who subconsciously bobs his head to “Turn around, bright eyes,” has to have a heart.

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Lips Of An Angel (part 1)

Summary: Bucky and the reader are high school friends who get reacquainted with one another.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: none son

A/N: I’m horrible, I know but I couldn’t stop my creative juices from flowin’

“Natasha, I can hear you perfectly fine, you don’t need to shout.” you say, grabbing your coffee and walking towards the exit.

“I don’t think you understand, woman. This is a big deal.” she responds on the other end.

“Listen, I’m on my way back to the bookstore, we can talk about it there.” you tell her, rushing out of the door. “I got you a coffee too so maybe you-” you stop mid-sentence when you bump into someone, nearly dropping the two coffees in your hand.

You let out a sigh of relief when you realize you hadn’t dropped either of them on yourself before looking to see who you had ran into.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry. Did I – Y/N?”

There stood Bucky Barnes, your friend since high school and your crush since your sophomore year of college. The two of you had stopped talking when you were 23, a year after you had graduated. There wasn’t a fight that caused you two to stop talking but your lives went separate ways. Bucky moved to Washington and the contact between the two of you became less and less until there was no contact at all.

It has been 4 years since you’ve seen him and god were those years good to him. Just when you think you’re completely over him, he pulls you back in.

“B-Bucky?” you stutter out. Was it really him you were seeing or was your mind playing tricks on you?

You stretch your arm out and gently touch his face with your fingertips. Bucky lets out a chuckle and grabs your hand.

“It’s really me, doll.” he spoke as if he could read your mind.

You inhale sharply, dropping the two coffee cups before wrapping your arms around Bucky in a tight hug. The brunette lets out another laugh and holds you to him, nuzzling into your neck as he let out a sigh of satisfaction. It had been too long.

“Oh my god,” you murmur. After a while you pull away at arms length and look him up and down. “When did you get back?”

“About two months ago.” he responds. “When I got back I tried getting in contact with you. Did you change your number?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “I got a new phone a while back and didn’t feel like going through the process of transferring my phone number to my new phone.”

Bucky smiled. “Still lazy, I see.”

“Shut up.” you playfully shove his shoulder.

Bucky chuckles and stares at you for a short while, a goofy grin etched on his face. He opens his mouth to say something but was cut off by a woman’s voice.

“Y/N! Oh my god, lady what the hell are you doing? I’m in a life or death situation and you just leave me?”

You look down at your phone that’s in your hands then look at Bucky. “Oops, give me one second.” your old friend nods and you bring your phone up to your ear. “Nat, I’ve gotta go. See you in a bit.”

“But Y/N, I need you to-”

You hang up and shove the device in your pocket.

“Was that Natasha?” he questioned, cocking his head to the side.

“Yup.” you nod. “She’s flipping out because Bruce asked her out on a date.”

“No way,” he gasped. “her and Bruce are a thing?”

You nod. “A thing that hasn’t been acted upon till now.”

“I always thought her and Clint would end up together.”

You shake your head. “Clint’s married. He’s expecting his second child.”

“What? Are you serious?” you nod and Bucky rubs his hands over his face. “Wow, I’ve missed so much.”

You shrug. “See what happens when you want to move to Washington.”

Bucky bumps your shoulder with his. “Bite me.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you smirk.

The two of you laugh and you let out a contented sigh.

Bucky licks his lips. “Listen I-”

He was cut off by your phone ringing and you inwardly groan at the familiar ringtone.

“It’s Natasha.” you say, pulling your phone from your pocket. “I should probably get going. She’s gonna kill me for hanging up on her.”

Bucky lets out a laugh and nods. “I’ll let ya get going then. Tell Nat I said hi.”

“Will do.” you smile. You give him one last hug and bid him goodbye before walking past him. Before you got too far though, he called out your name. You turn around, shielding your eyes from the sun.


“Do you, uh, maybe want to go out for lunch tomorrow?” you stay silent, processing his words and he continues. “It’s just been so long since we’ve talked and I wanna catch up with you. I mean for Christ’s sake I didn’t even know Clint was married let alone on his second kid. Who knows what else I’ve missed.”

You giggle when he pouts, but nod. “Yeah, I’d like that, Barnes.”

Bucky places a hand over his chest and fakes a look of distress. “Ouch. Barnes, really?”

“Yup. I only call friends by their first name.”

The brunette smiles. “Guess we have to get reacquainted then.”

“Guess so.”

Bucky bites his bottom lip and smiles. “See you tomorrow for lunch.”

“You better be paying.” you say, pointing a finger at him.

He nods. “Lunch is on me. All you have to do is bring your pretty self.”

“Deal.” you lean forward and shake his hand. “Nice doing business with you.”

Bucky lets out a laugh, causing you to smile.

“Where are we having lunch?” you ask.

“Haven’t thought that far ahead. Here, why don’t you give me your number and I’ll text you when I figure it out.” he digs in his pocket for his phone before handing it over to you.

You quickly punch in your number and save it right when your phone goes off again. You hand his phone to him and sigh. “It’s Nat again. I really have to go otherwise I won’t be alive for lunch tomorrow.”

Bucky lets out a chuckle. “Alright. See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.” you wave at him once before turning around and walking off, completely forgetting about the two cups of coffee you dropped.

A/N: let’s get this party started. ik not much really happened but tell me what ya think :)


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Why I Stayed || Part 1

Wooh second fanfic and I’m still trash. I really hope you guys like it, tbh this is so much better than my first one so like I’m glad but at the same time I wanna cry, ya know? Anyways, happy reading (or happy cringing if I’m right)

tags : @birkinvibes

request : Could u do a peter Parker x reader where he rlly likes Liz but the reader has been his friend for a while and she gets hurt over and over until she just gets mad?? Idk I think I just really like angst♥️♥️ thank u

Y/N = Your Name

words : 2007

Part 2



Originally posted by tomhollanderr

“Did Liz get a new top?” Peter sighed dreamily.

“No, just never worn it with that skirt.” Ned replied just as dazed.

“Don’t you think you guys are being a bit creepy?” You questioned the boys sitting across from you.

Ned’s head shot over in your direction before he responded with, “We’re not creepy, we’re just admiring from afar.”

“Mhm, okay creepy.” You laughed.

Your attention turned to Peter, who was still gazing over at the most popular girl in school, Liz Allan. He’s always had a huge thing for her, and you wished that wasn’t the case. For years and years you’ve been holding feelings for your best friend, hoping he’d returned them, until the beginning of high school when he confessed to you about his infatuation with her. It crushed you.

“Hey, earth to Peter,” You waved your hand in front of his face, “You done gawking?”

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I’ll Teach You (Jughead x Reader Smut) *Part 3*


Hun PLEASE do a final part for I’ll Teach You, I’ll sell my soul for it.


Part 3 of I’ll Teach You?

Please do another part to ‘I’ll Teach You’ ohMY ITS SO SPICY

A/N: Part 3 was HIGHLY requested! So Here you go! I really hope I did a decent job with this one! (Also I hit 1k followers today? So Thank you! It’s official. My sideblog is better than my actual one) Requests are welcome!!

WARNINGS: Smut! Very descriptive blowjob. Lots of sin in this one. You requested more sin and you got it.


-Part 1 - Part 2  - 

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Just Acting

Warnings: mentions of blood

Characters: J2, actriss reader, Sam and Dean Winchester.

Summary: J2 get emotional during a scene so you help them (idk how else to explain it without spoiling it.

Word Count: 661 (i know it’s short it was just a little something i though of)

S/N/N: sisters name, i didn’t know what name to use for their sister so i’ll let you guys decide.

Y/N: your name

Y/N/N: your nickname

You felt as the thick velvet blood trickled down your head, as tears stained your cheeks you looked up to them. Sam and Dean, one of them at each side of you holding your hand, their eyes equally glassy but they tried to maintain strong for you. You looked down at your abdomen, it looked ripped and torn blood oozing out all around.

“You’re okay, it’s gonna be okay. We’ll get you outta here and you’ll be better in no time.” Said Dean squeezing your hand tightly and kissed it softly.

“De, Sammy…” You choked up blood before continuing, “It’s okay…. It’s my time to leave now…” You finished, breathing heavily between each frase.

“No S/N/N, we’ll get you out of this. We’ll save you, just like we always do!” Sam said sobbing he couldn’t lose his baby sister, not now, not like this.

“Look at me… i want you to promise me something..” You said trying to look at them but a sharp pain in your neck stopped you from doing do. “Promise me…. you won’t do anything stupid..” You said smiling tightly, more tears cascaded down your cheeks rolling down onto the floor.

“Okay” they both said hesitantly knowing what you meant by that.

“Smile for me… if i’m gonna die… i wanna see you happy one last time… even if it’d fake…” You choked out your voice hoarse and soft almost like a whisper but your breathers caught everything. Still sobbing they smiled for you, it was small and pitiful but a smile. With that you were content finally letting the tall skeleton-like man you knew as death take you, leaving your brothers for the last time. They sobbed into your shirt, Dean grasping your face trying to find life in his baby sister, trying to find life in his world.

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When The Boys Are Away, Girls Get To Play

Request:  If it doesn’t bother you too much, I would love to have a smut with Sarah Urie! She’s my beautiful queen and I’m so gay for her. I’m not really sure what I want, maybe like a cute date or something and it’s your first time together? Or a threesome with Brendon? Idk man I just need Sarah smut and you’re amazing at gay smut

A/n: First of all, thank you for the compliment! Secondly, I love Sarah and I had no problem writing this

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AU. Lance and Keith get stuck in an elevator - no phones, no one to come for hours yet, and Lance’s claustrophobia… this can only end in disaster.

or, that one au i hijacked from @yaxxm​. sorry.

Two hours of being stuck in an elevator with Keith fucking Kogane was, quite possibly, the worst thing that had ever happened to Lance.

It definitely wasn’t great first date material – not that this was a date, of course, but still.

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Only Us (Part 2)

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Summary:  What happens when the reader saves Spiderman…while he’s saving you?(kind of? I don’t know. Fuck it.)

Word Count: 2388

Warning(s): Mean parents, swearing, and slightly sexual remarks.

Additional Notes: Frank Gallagher is a character int the TV show Shameless(it’s amazing please watch it) and he is pretty much always drinking. (Also if you would like to be tagged for every part of this series let me know by commenting or something else idk)

Part 1

My phone rang loudly as light crept in from the window. Fuck. I thought as my eyes focused on the time on the far wall of my small bedroom. 6:15. I hated school. I groaned getting up turning of my alarm, yawning and stretching. I tugged my short shorts down that I slept in overnight and opened the door walking to the bathroom avoiding the beer bottles that littered the dark carpet. My hand reached for the door before it was yanked open. A middle aged man stood in front of me wearing only his boxers. I shuttered stepping back.

“Who do we have here?” He grinned down at me. I shivered taking another step back.

“Who the hell are you?” I asked glaring at him fear still gripping me.

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The Wolf’s Domain

Words: 15, 795

Everyone writes about Werewolf!McCree, and I love it, but I tried my hand at Werewolf!Hanzo. It… got a bit out of hand.

Few ever branched into the wolf’s domain. It was not a place that wanderers could merely find themselves after a single missed turn or misread sign. This was the heart of the unsettled land, secluded, safe. People did not come here on their morning walks; beautiful as it was, it was simply not the place for man.

Few that wandered here possessed kind souls, not this distance from the beaten path through the forest. Those that meandered these grounds with a weapon in hand were only looking for trouble, and, most often, they would find it. The warnings posted at every entrance to the forest that bid travelers be wary were not decorations meant to be admired and forgotten. Those that freely disobeyed these warnings would come to regret their actions in time.

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Bruised and Battered Chapter 16

Dean Winchester x Reader

1250 Words

Story Summary: Being friend with Sam and Dean Winchester had been the best part of your life. But then they were gone, and you had nothing to distract you from the physical and verbal abuse from your parents. Years pass, and your parents suddenly vanish. When Sam and Dean come help to find them, you aren’t sure what they will do when they discover your dark past.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

“I was just away from my parents, and everything was different. I tried explaining things, but you were being Dean. Headstrong, stubborn, and hurt. I was ready to test out this new world, where I didn’t live under my parents thumb anymore, and I figured you would probably never forgive me for the hurt I put you through. So, I ran, because it was the only thing I could think of.”

“So, where do we go from here?” He asked, not just you, but himself as well.

Sighing, you stood up, heading into your kitchen where you grabbed a couple of beers. Taking him one, you stayed on your feet, a nervous energy keeping you moving, unable to sit down. “Dean, I don’t know. When I heard you were in town, that this confrontation would happen, the first thing I wanted to do was run. I panicked. I had just found freedom, had a taste of what it was like to be on my own for once. To make my own decisions, to not have to fear the heavy hand of my parents anymore.”

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Babysitting Jobs

Word count: 919
Pairing: Uncle!Crowley/Child!Reader
Warnings: none?
Note: I just have all these feels and don’t know what to do with them
Tags: @aaron–hotchner
Idk if you even like Crowley but this was the fluff I spoke of.

The king of Hell walks into a church.
Sounds like a bad joke, doesn’t it? But here he was, babysitting the brat Moose and Squirrel call their sister. Though only ten, the child was an absolute horror. She was polite, compassionate, and downright adorable.
It disgusted him.
But, much as he was disgusted, he couldn’t help but have a soft spot for her. The way she discouraged traps, the names she gave his dogs (“Her name is Anna, cause she’s just as mean.”). Once, when she was seven, she asked for information from his demon, and ever so nicely added a ‘please’ at the end of the sentence. When he refused to give it to her, she toddled off to find someone who would, rather than hurting the black-eyed boy.
At the moment, he was seated next to her at Christmas mass. She was watching with shining eyes as the priest explained the story of Jesus. The man could’ve fallen asleep because of how boring it was.
The only reason he was even here was because those two idiots she called brothers and their little angel friend forgot to take her with them. They begged him to watch her until they got back later that evening, and he could do nothing but agree. And of course the brat wanted to go to church!
“Uncle Cas says God always likes to see his children there!” She explained.
The little old lady next to him seemed to be staring him down; her gaze constantly switched between the two of them, as if she was questioning his guardian skills. Kids weren’t much different than dogs, right?
That evening, he took her home draped over his shoulder. She had fallen asleep mid-mass. No doubt it was way past her bedtime, anyways. It was a shame, really. She had been all dressed up in her child-sized red dress and shoes.
“It’s cause they match your eyes!” She said, squishing his cheeks a bit.
He was hardly amused when the boys returned, covered in blood and sweat. This was no place to raise a child, even Hell would be better for her! And that’s exactly what he told them.
“She should not have to grow up with so much pressure!” He seethed, shoving Dean backwards.

“Oh? And what do you suggest? Hell would hardly be better!” The man yelled back. The group didn’t notice little tear filled eyes watching from the stairs. (Y/n) listened to them fight about her care until Crowley flashed himself out. She tucked herself back into bed, said a prayer, and drifted into a nightmare filled sleep, something about a man in a cage?
In the end, she stayed with the boys. Crowley was in no way related to her, had no leverage over the boys. He couldn’t technically take her, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t babysit now and again.
Today happened to be one of those days.

“Tell me, Peabody,” Crowley said, taking a sip from his tiny plastic tea cup. “Have you been getting enough sleep? You look tired.” She hadn’t. The nightmares had gotten worse and she was almost afraid to sleep now. Dark bags, the kind that shouldn’t be found on any ten year old, had formed under her droopy eyes.

“Mhm.” She hummed. There was no reason to worry her favorite uncle, was there? The door to the bunker opened and closed, alerting the king that her guardians were back. He ruffled her hair, said goodbye, and flashed out. The minute he was gone, (Y/n) laid her head on the table, ready for a short nap.

“What in God’s name did you two do?” Crowley snarled. (Y/n) was currently leaning against him, sobbing her heart out. It had to be their fault, obviously! What else could make her cry like this?

“Nothing! She woke up and wanted you, that’s all we know.” Sam insisted. Crowley muttered something about ‘being more of a Peabody than a moose’ and continued to comfort her, urging her to reveal the problem.

“Come now, Peabody, what’s got you so down? Nothing we can’t fix, yes?”

“Make him s-stop!” She cried. Were you talking about him? “He h-hurt Sam! Put him back, make h-him stop!”

“Put who back?” Crowley inquired. But the boys had a good idea of what she meant, and they were not at all shocked by what she said next.

“The m-man with the w-hite wings.” Handing you over to Dean, Crowley stood. A scowl adorned his face, as did bright red eyes. Someone would die tonight, and though it wouldn’t be Lucifer, they had a feeling he would get what was coming for messing with Crowley’s favorite Winchester.
Under the agreement that he got to speak with Sam and Dean, Lucifer stopped his tormenting. How he could even reach (Y/n) from the cage was a mystery. But she was sleeping easy and had no clue that those dreams had happened in real life, that was what mattered.
And that brings us right back to…
“But I want to see the puppies!” (Y/n) pouted angrily. Crowley stood behind her with an amused smirk.

“Hellhounds. They’re fucking hellhounds! You can’t even see them unless you’re a demon!” Dean replied. There was a long pause before she turned to look up at Crowley.

“Uncle Crowley, can I have my birthday wish early?”

“You are not wishing to be a demon!” Sam screeched. Ah, the joys of childhood.

anonymous asked:

hey do you have any fics like tif? love u

hi anon !!! sorry this literally took me a week i’ve been super busy but anyways, here are some fics that are similar to TIF in the sense that some of them follow the formula of TIF as in the whole miscommunication, pining, not admitting their feelings, someone leaves etc, and some are fwb fics, and some both. obviously TIF is rly unique so these aren’t gonna be exactly similar, so these are some fics that in some way remind me of TIF but anyways, hope u enjoy !!!

Fics like TIF 

Love Is A Rebellious Bird by @gloriaandrews and @100percentsassy

AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Don’t hum Bolero.

Into The Blue by zarah5

AU. In which Louis is Harry’s scuba instructor and quite happy to provide the requested special treatment, pun fully intended. It can’t be all that difficult to convince Harry that they’re on the same page, right? Also, Niall and Liam may or may not be dating, and Zayn is surrounded by emotionally stunted idiots. He bears it with dignity.

Fall At My Door by @fullonlarrie

A-list actor Harry Styles and award-winning musician Louis Tomlinson have an acquaintances-with-benefits relationship, so whenever their busy professional lives happen to land them in the same city, they meet up. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement.

And that’s all it is. Until it isn’t.

A Little Love (is better than none) by @horsegirlharry

It’s supposed to be no strings attached sex, but Harry’s in love with beauty and tragedy and Louis Tomlinson so there might actually a few strings they’re not talking about.Or, alternately, the four times they fuck and don’t kiss, and one time they fuck and do (with a few more times thrown in because I’m a mess and know how to write short fics).

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I dreamed this last night and woke up with my heart hurting, so uh… here’s some fic for you?
Pure spec and completely not how s7 is going to go at all.

There’s a girl at the door.

Henry pauses at the foot of the stairs, keeping his grip tight on Lucy’s hand; strange that two weeks ago he had no idea she even existed, but now she’s the most precious thing in his life; he’d do anything to keep her happy and safe.

This must have been what Mom felt like after he found her all those years ago.

The girl is tracing the letters on Killian’s door, light glinting off the jewels in the small braids woven through her long, curling blonde hair. When she turns, hearing Henry’s footsteps on the stairs of the porch, he can see she can’t be old enough to have driven here; maybe fourteen or fifteen? Old enough to be out without supervision, but young enough that Henry doesn’t like the thought of her out alone.

More new feelings awakened by fatherhood.

“Henry?” the girl asks, peering at him curiously.

He looks at her skeptically. Something about her red jacket looks familiar, and the cautiously hopeful look in her blue eyes, but he can’t place it. When he tries to pin it down, the memory slips away like an eel. “Please don’t tell me you’re also my daughter, you look too old for that.”

She grins and that also looks maddeningly familiar. Lucy drops Henry’s hand and shoves him forward, making him stumble. “No, she’s your sister.”

Henry’s jaw drops, old, buried memories of Mom’s pregnancy and a blonde toddler rushing back. No wonder he hadn’t been able to place her, he hasn’t seen her since… well, since before he met Ella. “Cassie?”

Her mouth sets in a line. “CJ,” she states firmly. “It’s been a long time, big brother.”

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What a good little angel I have.

Pairing : Castiel x Demon!reader
Word count : 1,029
Author : Mel (Now @fictionalabyss )
Warnings : Smut, begging, praise kink, dom/sub, grace kink
Square filled : Begging
Written for @spnkinkbingo


You sat with your legs crossed, eyes on the pages in your hands. It was a good book, a very good book. And when you heard the flutter of wings, and then boot falls coming into the room behind you, you had a tick of annoyance at the interruption. Before he could even say anything, before he even got near you, you sighed. “Wrong.” Snapping your fingers, he was gone.

Giving your head a shake, your mind was back on the words in front of you.

Hearing the flutter of wings again, you waited. You didn’t hear boot falls this time. That was a good sign. You heard a shuffle, the sound of his clothes as he moved. Your eyes flicked black as you glanced behind you. You shook your head at him, his blue eyes on you, then snapped your fingers sending him away again.

“Better get it right next time, Castiel.” You prayed out loud, knowing he’d hear it. “Third strike and you’re out.”

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zombie apocalypse voltron au part 1

in honor of the walking dead season 3 getting released the other day or so. i will write angsty headcannons ft the voltron crew. and possible reader. Part one will center around Lance because I realized I was writing a lot for him and decided to spilt it into parts.

It’s summer when the outbreak happens. Lance lives in Arizona, he’s seventeen at the time.


  • Lance was celebrating his youngest sister’s, Elizabeth, sixth birthday when his tio came running into the house, his smoking break cut short. Yelling at everyone to turn on the television. Lance was curious, because his tio was very determined to get a smoke in and wouldn’t cut it short for something stupid. So immediately he had everyone’s attention.
  • Lance’s mom cut on the tv and changed it to the news channel. The news anchors were talking about a weird disease outbreak that was affecting the recently deceased. They were told to stay indoors for now and lock the doors. The whole family was unsure what to do or think, the party was cut short and everyone went home. No one went past the fence to see what was on the other side. The neighborhood was eerily quiet and that lasted a few more days until Lance’s dad decided it was time to leave.
  • They were running low on food and he was going to go to the grocery store and visit Lance’s uncle. They waited anxiously for around two hours and then Lance’s dad came running into the house holding his neck, blood seeping through his fingers. They immediately all rushed to him, and his mother was cleaned the wound and trying to calm his dad down.
  • His dad told them about how the grocery store was completely abandoned along with the roads. It’s like everyone had ran away, it was a ghost town. So he went to his brother’s home and there was blood on the doorsteps, and that immediately caught his attention so be rushed inside to see if his brother was okay. His brother was on the ground hugging his knees, blood all over him. He reached down to help him up and was immediately attacked. His dad was trying to push him off but he was stronger then him. But he bit into his neck. His dad just remembers pushing him off of him and running back into the car.
  • Lance doesn’t know what to think. He’s shaking a little and his little sister, Elizabeth tugs on his sleeve and asks him what’s happening. He doesn’t even know what to say, and he responded truthfully, that he doesn’t know. His dad and mom go to their room to talk privately about what’s happening.
  • He doesn’t see them for the rest of the night.
  • Him and his older sister Gabriel have to make dinner and keep the younger two, Elizabeth and Andre from bothering their parents and keep them quiet. Lance wonders if the oldest out of all of them, Alex is okay.
  • At one point in the night Lance thinks he hears screaming and something slamming into the ground in the next room. But he blames it on his over reactive imagination.
  • He awakes to screaming the next morning. He immediately shoots up from the bed and runs into the other room to find his sister on the ground clutching her hand as blood slowly seeps from the wound. She’s sobbing and yells at Lance to run away with the others.
  • Lance hears her loud and clear but he still makes his way towards the room. Immediately upon entering his mother and father jump on top of Gabriel and she’s screaming. Andre and Elizabeth are sobbing and screaming. Lance yells at them to stay back.
  • His sister manages to push the two off and she yells at Lance. He tries to rush in but she pushes him back. She tells him to shut the door and leave with the kids immediately. To find their other family members. She slams the door shut.
  • All he can hear is screaming and the sound of flesh tearing. He slides down the door and brings his knees to his chest and chokes out a sob. His siblings are shaking and run towards him. He has blood on his shirt. He’s shaking and tears are running down his face.
  • The screaming stops after what seems like forever. He can hear groaning coming from the other side. The three of them stay huddled together sobbing and shaking quietly for an hour after it all happened. Lance can’t let his little brother and sister get hurt.
  • He stands up slowly and tells them to grab a backpack and pack only what they need. They are before 1pm, before nightfall. They nod and slowly get up to do so.
  • Lance heads to his room, he cleans the blood off of him and cleans his face. He throws off the bloody shirt, he can’t even look at it. He grabs a backpack and packs a few extra pairs of clothes. Some small items that hold a special meaning to him. Family photos. Essential things. He then goes into the kitchen and packs the remaining food and grabs water bottles. His siblings come into the room bags packed and dressed out of their pajamas.
  • Lance tells them to sit on the couch for a minute while he does some last things. He grabs a pen and paper and begins writing, “My mother, father, and sister are in this room. Please don’t hurt them.”. He tapes it to the bedroom door and even goes as far as to go out back and grab planks of wood and puts it over the door. To make sure that they don’t break down the door.
  • He picks up the house phone and he knows that the line went down a few days ago but he just wants to try one more time before they leave. He dials his big brother’s number, of course nothing goes through. He lets out a sigh and grabs the car keys and motions for his siblings to follow.
  • He tries reassuring his little brother and sister that he will make sure that they are okay and he won’t let anything happen to them. He locks the door and looks at his childhood home one last time. His eyes start watering again but he turns around an heads for the SUV.
  • He fumbles around for a minute trying to find a map and eventually finds one. He decides to head to the next town over. It would take about an hour to get there. The car ride there is quiet and gloomy. The roads are empty and the sun is already starting to set.
  • The next town isn’t any better, he does find one person. A middle aged man, who lost everyone the first two days. The man calls the disease infected dead Muertos a simple name but Lance knows what it means. The man’s name is David and he tells them that he’s heading towards the South. It gets cold down there and there’s less people so maybe they didn’t catch the outbreak.
  • Lance decides that that is where they’ll go. Even if there is a tiny chance that the outbreak didn’t reach down there then he’s willing to take that risk. As long as his siblings will be okay. The man ask if they have a weapon and Lance realizes that he never brought one. He shakes his head slowly and the man kindly offers a 9mm pistol and two boxes of ammo. Lance refuses to take it, the man says that he has a whole bag full of ammo and that he’ll be fine. He tells that he will need it to protect his siblings and himself, the world has already gone to hell and it’s only been two weeks since this all happened. He also points Lance in the direction of a Hunting store that has a lot of weapons and ammo, and says that he should go there before heading out. Lance thanks him and gives a a few cans of food as thanks. They spilt ways and wish each other luck and safety.
  • Lance keeps Elizabeth and Andre close by his side he holds the gun tightly in his hand. He’s shot a gun before, he lives in the Southwest so of course he knows how to use one. He doesn’t want to use it though and prays that he never has to. They walk down the quiet and abandoned streets towards the hunting supply store. Seems like most of the supplies has been stolen. But he manages to find a few good things. Three hunting knives, he hands one to both his siblings telling them to only use in case of an emergency and when he’s not around. He finds another 9mm pistol hidden under a pile of cardboard and he finds more ammo. He takes whatever food is left and quickly leaves to get back on the road.
  • The first three months went by well, they encountered only nice people and traded things. They had just entered Texas, which it was slow progress but he didn’t want to rush anything or push the kids too hard. They also encountered a few Muertos but Lance learned that they were slow and the three were able to outrun. Andre turned eleven during those three months and they made the best birthday they could with the situation. Lance was even able to find a action figure that Andre was talking about before this all happened.
  • Their luck ran out when they encountered two older men. The two men held both of siblings at gun point demanding for Lance to hand over everything and he’d let them live. Lance couldn’t do that, it put the three in a lot danger. They got a few good punches on Lance. But one of them slipped and that was Lance’s opportunity. He didn’t know what came over him but he ran for his gun and shot both of them dead. He was shaking and sobbing, he didn’t want to kill anyone. His siblings were the one comforting him. They left that area immediately.
  • Another month went by before they met another guy just as they were about to leave Texas. He was around Lance’s age, his name was Hunk. He was kind and asked if he could tag along with Lance. Lance hesitantly agreed to let Hunk tag along, he somehow trusted someone he barely met and so did his siblings. The three of them and Hunk immediately clicked. It was nice having someone else, Hunk was much bigger and stronger then Lance. Hunk was much more mature and observant then Lance. The group headed towards Tennessee.
Injured Brat || Mitch Rapp

Author: wittystiles

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Cursing (it’s me so obviously). Blood. Injuries. Mentions of violence (sorta i guess idk). 

Summary: Mitch is injured and he’s the least helpful patient. 

A/N: A huge shout-out to @ellie-bee242 for her wonderful input and proofreading. Idk if this would’ve happened without her push tbh. Also. One of my favorite quips in this was her idea. And another to @lovefilledtragedy for proofreading as well and her encouragement. Please enjoy. (-: Ps. the gif doesn’t really go with what happens in the fic but it’s a great gif so.

Originally posted by rappscruff

The music from your phone played lowly throughout the small studio apartment to give you ambient sound. You had vaguely hoped it would help, and were only mildly disappointed that it hadn’t. You shifted restlessly in the bed, pulling the covers a little higher, bunching the top around your neck slightly. You had been tossing and turning for a decent amount of time. Too cold, too uncomfortable, too lonely.

Mitch should be home by now, you thought to yourself as you cracked an eye open to look at the alarm clock on your nightstand. The letters shone a bright green, offending your eyes. 3:38 AM.

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Prompt:All I want from life is overprotective Jon Snow threatening Gendry over Arya with Sansa nodding fervently in agreement” via @fandomqueenishere
(also tagging @obsessivereaderandwriter because you asked) 

“You kidnapped Arya’s boyfriend?” Sansa screeches down the line, forcing Jon to hold the phone at arm’s length until he’s sure her voice has lowered a few more decibels. “… the stupidest thing you have ever done! And that includes punching Joffrey in my ‘honour’!”

His lips twitch. He’s suddenly very glad Sansa can’t see him right now, but she’d be hard-pressed to find him feeling guilty over it. Simply put, punching Joffrey Baratheon is easily one of the best things Jon’s ever done and that includes becoming a fireman. The man’s a prick that screwed Sansa over. He’s just lucky Jon got to him before Robb did – which is kind of why he’s in this predicament, to begin with.

“I didn’t do anything,” Jon reassures her futilely. “Robb invited him out and force fed him whiskey. If I didn’t intervene, your brother was going to end up killing him.”

Sansa makes a noncommittal noise in the back of her throat. He can practically see his girlfriend rolling her eyes in disdain and frustration right now. “Uhuh, so why is Gendry locked in our basement?”

“He’s not locked in so much as the lock broke and now he’s stuck,” Jon tells her, but he doubts the clarification is going to put her at ease.

“Right… God, Jon, this is my day off. I really don’t want to be dealing with this right now.” And the defeated sigh he hears from her makes him ache with guilt because he knows better than anyone how exhausted she is after every shift. Her days off are sacred and Jon usually does everything in his power to make them relaxing for her. But this is really not his fault.

“I’m sorry, Sans,” Jon says emphatically. “You know I wouldn’t –”

“Yeah, I know,” Sansa cuts him off. “I’ll be home in ten minutes. Please try not to kill him in the meantime.”


Twenty-five minutes later, Jon is leaning against the door leading to the basement with a cup of tea in one hand. Sansa has her head resting on his shoulder an identical mug in hers. It’s pathetically cute how domestic they’ve become since moving in together three months ago, but he’ll take pathetic if it means waking up to her every morning.

“We’re sorry, Gendry. The lock guy is coming over to fix it soon but since it’s a weekend, it might take awhile,” Sansa calls out.

“It’s okay,” comes the muffled voice. It’s deep and soft, kind of like the man himself – all hard lines and bulky frame but a gentle calmness about him that makes Jon wonder if this really is the man for Arya. He expected someone louder – someone more adventurous and spontaneous like her.

“I don’t mind waiting.”

“While you’re here,” Jon begins because he loves Arya like a sister and he’s always been a little stupid when it comes to her. She’s definitely the toughest woman he knows but that doesn’t mean he’d ever stop trying to protect her. “What are your intentions with Arya?”

Jon!” Sansa slaps his shoulder.

“What?” He gives her a look before angling his face towards the door. “Look, Gendry, you seem like a nice guy. It’s nothing against you but when Arya likes someone, she puts her everything into it and I don’t want you to… If this isn’t serious for you, if this is just some fling then I suggest you break it off now.”

Despite Sansa’s initial protest, Jon finds her nodding along with him all the same. She shrugs when he gives her a questioning look, only pressing her lips gently to his cheek and wiping at the spot with the pad of her thumb.

For a second, Jon almost forgets that Gendry is here. Sansa has always had that effect on him. One look, one kiss, one seemingly innocent touch on the shoulder can render him completely senseless – or rather, his senses are so overwhelmed with Sansa, it’s nearly impossible for him to focus on anything else.

“I… I love her.”

Jon’s eyes flicker back to the door and then to Sansa, and again for good measure. It’s not what he expected at all, and by the dumbfounded expression on Sansa’s face, it’s not what she expected either.

“Okay then,” Jon calls back. “Good. But break her heart and we’ll –”

“No offense, Jon, but I’m more terrified of what Arya will do to me if I break her heart than you or Robb.”

Sansa’s bright, surprised laugh rings in the air. She shakes her head. “At least we know Arya found someone who understands her.”

“Yeah,” Jon chuckles back. He leans forward to press a lingering kiss to her lips. “And if she has a tenth of what we have then I’m not worried.”

“I love you too, you big idiot.”

It takes another half hour before the locksmith arrives to spring Gendry loose from his basement prison. The man immediately barges past them, a sheepish smile on his face, as he races towards the bathroom.

And by the time the door is completely fixed, Arya’s already over, yelling at Jon and making promises to kill Robb, all the while Gendry looks on with fond amusement, a hand to her back in a placating manner.

Maybe he is good for her. Maybe Gendry can be the calm that Arya needs, the way that Sansa is his.

If so, they have his blessing.