putting her in all the tags because ugh she's so cute

Chat Room???

Title: Chat Room???

Characters: Dean, Reader, Jody, Sam

Word Count: 2,813

Warning: Fluff, that turns angsty, that comes back to fluff. Pretty normal for supernatural violence

A/N: Not really sure how this one came to me, but I’m glad it did. Enjoy!!



Chevy67: hey

Pie94: hey stranger, how’ve things been?

Chevy67: meh, another road, another long drive. How’d work go? Did you talk to your boss?

Pie94: Yup. I was right. He’s an even bigger ass when he’s mad

Chevy67: LOL

Chevy67: at least you tried

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Always Watching - Yandere!Kyungsoo X Reader

Originally posted by xiulayallday

Yandere AU - Part of the Yandere!EXO X Reader Series

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Smut (Masturbation, Voyerism)

Pairing: Kyungsoo X Reader

Words: 8,180

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: This is my take on this AU. I do not believe Kyungsoo, nor any of the members, past or present, of EXO would act like this. This is just my interpretation of the song and this archetype. As always, feedback is always appreciated! I hope you enjoy!

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This is probably obvious now, but I love high school themes LOL. So hope you like this^^

RFA and MC meeting in high school/college before RFA

Zen

  • He was determined, this was going to be his last day in school
  • What was the point? It’s not like he was going to college and getting a job at an office like… like his brother… ugh…
  • And since it was last day, he wouldn’t give any fucks and hide in the library to get some eye shut
  • Zen grabbed some books and piled them to use as support for his head.
  •  But his nap got disturbed by someone tapping his shoulder. Ugh… if this was a teacher, he would yell, no fucks given, this is his last day anyway…
  • Oh no… it’s a girl… and a very cute one, by the way.
  • “Excuse me, uhm… sorry to interrupt you, but uhm… are you going to read this book?” you pointed “There aren’t other copies of it, and… since you’re not really reading it…”
  •  “Oh… yeah, sure! Here!” he snapped out of his sleepy state to take a better look at you, how come he never saw you around? “Do we know each other?” he asked knowing it would sound like he was hitting on you. So what if he was?
  • “Me? I don’t think so… I’m new here, it’s my first day…” oh… maybe that’s why you look so shy… he finds himself smiling “So, thank you. See you around.” You wave at him and walk away.
  • “Yes… see you…”
  • You actually saw each other, but it was years later when you showed up at his place to make him feel better about his leg.

Yoosung

  • Yoosung spent the night, guess, pulling an all nighter to play LOLOL
  • He managed to get awake for most of this class, but ended up dozing off when it was close to the end
  • So he barely noticed people getting up and leaving the class
  • Like, he was listening to some muffled sounds, but it sounded so distant, even these girls talking and giggling felt like it wasn’t real
  • “Come on, MC! I want to introduce you to that guy I was talking about! Let’s lunch with him!” “Alright, I’m coming…”
  • He finally woke up when felt this little whoosh provoked by the girl rushing out next to him. Ugh… better get out of here…
  • Yoosung grabs his backpack and opens to place the books, but… wait, that’s not his backpack… he’s pretty sure he never keeps lipstick on his backpack… ohhh, it must be that girl’s who passed by him.
  • He opens the door to go to the hallway and see if he can reach you, but… there’s no need, you were about to open the door and widen your eyes in surprise.
  • “Hi! This must be yours. I’m sorry, I was such in a rush to get out, biology with professor Kyun always lets me a little crazy, you know how it is, right?” he would if he paid attention to class… he just nods, unable to stare at your adorable grin.
  • “MC, come on!” “I’m coming! See you, Yoosung!” he waves, but you’re already running towards your friend. He grabs his backpack and notices there isn’t a tag or anything with his name on it… so how do you know his name?
  •  This was something he would ask you after the RFA party.

Jaehee

  • She rarely went to parties in college, but decided to give a shot that night
  • And it was fine, she was drinking some beer, risking on talking to people she’d never seen before.
  •  Including this tipsy girl who proposed a toast out of nowhere and disappeared right after.
  • She was feeling a little dizzy, but the scene she saw sobered her up immediately and her blood boiled in angry.
  • The girl who made a toast with her was visibly uncomfortable with this guy groping and dragging her back everytime she tried to leave.
  • “There you are, Seyeon! I was looking all over for you! Let’s go, there’s someone I want you to meet!” she grabs your hand and pulls you away from there.
  •  “T-thank you… but you didn’t have to do that, the guy could get mad and do something awful to both of us…” “In that case, I would have to show what my black belt in judo is made of.”
  • You smile and now it’s her turn to make her cup touch yours as in a toast, you raise your cup and take a chug.
  • And she was about to start a real talk, ask for your real name so she wouldn’t keep calling you by the name she invented to get you away from the douchebag
  • But… the police showed up and shut down the party due to a noise complaint. And it was dark in there, so even if you had stumbled into each other on college, neither of you realized.
  • But as soon as she heard your voice on the phone, she knew.

 

Jumin

  •  He was busy and stressed, studying for this test that was coming. But V insisted on going to watch the female volleyball team’s trainning.
  • He knew V had an eye on one of those girls and didn’t want to stay there by himself, so Jumin agreed on going with him, as long as he could keep studying.
  • “There she is, number 3. She’s cute, right?” “I suppose…” Jumin shrugged, he really didn’t care, he just wanted to do well in this physics test.
  •  “Uhm… Jumin…” V nudged him “Jumin?” ugh… what now? He looked at Jihyun… and felt something hitting his head.
  • He raised his head, a little dizzy and looked forward, only to find a pair of worried and shiny eyes staring at him.
  •  “Are you okay? Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I think I added too much strength… I…”  “It was nothing, don’t worry.” “Are you sure? I hit your head…”
  • You climbed the bleachers and went to him, messing with his hair. “I knew it, there’s a bump, I’m so so sorry… let me walk you to the nurse office.”
  • Usually, this much invasion of his private space would annoy him, but he shivered when you messed with his hair and… you looked genuinely concerned, he couldn’t get angry with you making that face.
  • “Don’t worry, I can take him.” V offered “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m okay, just stay here and keep practicing, don’t worry about me.” He rushed out of there before you would follow him, he didn’t want you to stay concerned.
  • V took him to the nurse and everything was fine. “So you’re good to go, let’s get back there?” “Oh, so you can keep watching number 3 like a stalker?” “No, so you can see number 6 again.”
  • And he really went, just giving his thumbs up stoically so you’d know he was fine, but you looked too guilty and kept avoiding him until the end of the year, and you never talked again… well, you did a few years later.

Saeyoung

  • There were some days he would study so much in college he would even forget to eat
  •  It was almost midnight and he realized he was hungry
  • So he went on an errand trying to find some convenience store open, and after a while, he found it.
  • Oh, how lucky! There was one package of Honey Buddha Chips left, gahhh, he was so hungry it felt like the chips were calling his name…
  • He barely noticed when someone grabbed the package at the same moment he did.
  • “Oh… sorry…” you chuckled nervously. “It’s fine, I’m sorry too.” And you two kept apologizing, but neither of you let the package go.
  • “I think… there’s only one mature and wise way to solve this…” he said, adjusting his glasses. “I agree.” You said solemnly.
  • Silence, and then you said at the same time: “Rock. Paper. Scissors!” he chose paper, you chose rock.
  • “A good player must recognize a defeat. Bon appétit!” you beamed as you walked away, and he couldn’t help but smile.
  • Actually, there was a wiser and simpler solution: sharing. But… he couldn’t, no, he needed to go back and study, and there was also the training with the agency in the morning… well, you weren’t the first pretty girl he avoided initiating a conversation because of his messy life, anyway.
  • But you would be the last, and his life wouldn’t be that messy thanks to you.

V

  • He was bored to death in that class
  • So he started doodling nonsense, until…
  •  He saw that girl sitting diagonally from him, and she was… really cute.
  • It was like his hands were moving by themselves, drawing her.
  •  “Mr. Kim, mind to share with the class what you’re working on? It must be important to keep your attention like this…” the professor said ironically.
  • He blushed and put his sketches away. What was he going to do with that, anyway? It’s not like he would… give it to you…
  • Gosh… he was being such a stalker finding out which one was you locker to put the draw there.
  • And it was even weirder when he stayed to see you finding the draw.
  •  “Uhhh, MC… looks like you’ve got a present, who gave you this?” “I… I don’t know, it’s not signed, there’s only a ‘V’ here…”
  • You were looking at the draw, visibly impressed, gosh… he wanted to draw your expression in that moment… he blushed even harder when your eyes locked with his. Oh… he’d been staring too much and now you would know how much of a creep he was.
  • He quit drawing and started photographing… he met Rika, and he thought he would never paint again… well, he also thought he would never see that girl he had a quick crush on, he was so glad for being that wrong.
Reasons To Date You (Brett Talbot)

Brett x Reader


Summary: Brett overhears you in school when you’re talking with your friends about how no one never wants to date you, and he’s eager to read a list about ‘reasons to date you’ out loud.

A/N: Thank you @bonniebird for providing me with this idea, I love this so much. Also, thank you for the help. ♥


Teen Wolf Masterlist

Brett Talbot Masterlist

Your extremely bad mood couldn’t be mistaken.


It was your second year of high school and all of your friends got themselves a significant other during their freshmen year. 


Well, everyone except you, it seemed like.


“Why are you pouting Y/N?” one of your closest friend sat down next to you and you wrinkled your nose once you saw her partner sit down next to her, knowing that his would be a lunch with a cuddle-party.’


And you would be third-wheeling.

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Special Instructions (2/?)

Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website. (AO3)
Rating: M (lots of unnecessary cursing, sexy times in later chapters)
Word Count: ~3300
Chapters: One

i’m shocked by the feedback on this ridiculous fic haha, thanks all. for the fans of hot mess emma, ch3 is the chapter for you lol

reader requested tags: @lenfaz @ilovemesomekillianjones  (and @stubble-sandwich because lbr you pretty much are the reason i didn’t abandon this idea when i was playing around a couple months ago)

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Special instructions: would u buy us more beer? like a lot. i will pay u

“Oh my god, Ems, I think Robin and Regina are getting it on in your room.”

She jumped at the sound of Ruby’s voice yelling in her ear over the sound of the music, then let out a whiny groan.

“Gross, on my bed?” she asked, disgusted at the thought of having to wash her linens before sleeping in them. She was buzzed enough to enjoy the atmosphere but not enough to let her friends fuck in her apartment. “Ugh, let me go stop them before I have to light my mattress on fire.”

Her movements were stilted and she stumbled a little as she walked down her hall. Sure enough, her door was shut and a sock hung from the knob. Her fist banged on the wood.

“Don’t you guys fucking dare! Go to your own apartments for this shit or I’m never inviting you over again. This isn’t college,” she shouted. A muffled grunt that sounded sort of like an apology came from the other side and she figured she’d leave and at least give them a few minutes to collect themselves.

“Emma! Where’s the beer?”

The question came from her brother who was currently losing (horrendously) at beer pong to Elsa, who had surprising accuracy for someone who was drunker than most people in the room.

“Uh, we’re out. I was about to go walk to the convenience store around the corner to get some more.”

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the bus (Lin Manuel Miranda x reader)

Lim-Manuel Miranda

summary : ur on a bus & Lin happens to be on the same one too & u expose ur fangirlness

warnings : maybe cussing¿? embarrassment ,, awkwardness stupid friends

pronouns : they/them

a/n : the wifi on this bus only apparently works where there’s cell reception idfk wtf and this is that cute idea I thought of… maybe it’s not so cute??? PLSE tell me what u guys think I need to improve my writing !!!

a/n : the previous a/n was the original one, but I’m adding this in here. this may be an ongoing series!!! sorry for the shitty writing in advance GIMME FEEDBACK,,

1 ,, 2 ,, next chatpter in the works
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your eyes were dropping. it was about four in the morning, and the tour bus was picking people up. you pressed play on some music and put to full volume. your friend next to you, tanushka, drifted off a few minutes before you. you felt yourself fade into sleep, letting your mind rest.

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lin couldn’t believe it. he’d been in queens town for about six days and not a single person recognized him. no matter how peaceful it was, it was also disheartening. he didn’t let it get him down, he signed himself up for an 8 hour bus ride to Millford Sound. he walked onto the bus using the incredibly steep stairs, then heard a familiar beat. he couldn’t place it, but he saw the source of the noise- you. he walked towards your seat and that’s when tanushka noticed him.

she let out a loud gasp, grabbing your phone and opening it to the home screen, a picture of Lin on it. “you’re the guy! with the music play thing! LIT manny or something!” She exclaims in a shout-whisper. he laughs at lit-manny.

“I’m Lin-Manuel Miranda, if that’s what you mean.”

“yeah! That guy! Holy shit y/n FUCKING loves you!” she points at you.

“so you don’t mind if i… sit here?” he asks, wanting to surprise you.

“oh! oh! oh sure!” she gets up, letting him slide in. for the first he examines you. your hands were inside your star labs hoodie, and half of your face as well. he got to notice your hair and your eyes. from the corner of his eyes, in the seat pocket, he spotted glasses. you were cute enough in your own way. now that he was closer to you, he could hear all the music. it seemed your music range varied greatly. one second it was Hamilton, then it was Metallica, then it was twenty one pilots. it was quite amusing. then the bus driver spoke into the speakers, his voice startling you.

“o- what the SHIT? ugh tanushka you never wake me u-” you turned and Lin was smirking. you rubbed your eyes and blinked, fumbling for your glasses.

“what the heckle?” you muttered, letting your eyes clear to reveal Lin, laughing.

“well hello there I’m Lin-”

“Manuel Miranda” you finished, in awe, “no freaking way.”

“well yes freaking way. I kinda just, heard your music, and asked your friend, tanushka I believe?, if I could sit here.” at her cue, she popped up from behind you. “that’s me!”

“anyways, so hey! I guess you have some great music taste!” Lin chuckles. “so what’s you’re name?”

“uh- y/n” you stutter out. then with more confidence, “y/n l/n”.

“well, y/n, what a lovely name might I mention, may I ask you what you’re favorite Hamilton song?” he says, making you laugh.

“I have so many really- uh I guess I really like Washington on your side- ooh! or maybe the Reynolds Pamphlet! Definitely guns and ships! oh! also! RIGHT hand man? and the Schuyler sisters? they’re all so good and so brilliantly put together and the music and t-” his laugh interrupted you.

“I think I’d know how good it is, I spent way too much of my life writing them”

“modest MUCH?” you laugh, then realize how rude you came off. “I’m so sorry I didn’t meant to-”

“it’s fine! don’t be sorry!” he noticed your fidgeting. “nervous?”

“this is… a lot to take in” you breathed out.

“well take your time then.” he jokes, “the dad bod is my best attribute, I believe.” you laugh, and grab your phone.

“is it ok if I take a picture with you?” you ask awkwardly. he nods, and you open up camera. he spots your homescreen and points at it.

“that’s me!”

“well duh” you grin, holding up the camera so you could take a photo. you guys ended up taking maybe fifty because you both couldn’t keep a straight face.

“you don’t mind if I… sit here for the rest of the ride?” he asked, quite nervously. Lin has a crush. yes, it was a school girlish crush, but you had such a bright attractive personality… he couldn’t help it. was that even legal? liking a fan? it seemed like a distant thought, a foreign idea only sought after in fanfiction.

“oh my god of course!” you were practically screaming, a grin so wide that Lin couldn’t help but smile.

“so… let’s get to know each other I guess?” Lin said, then tried to think of a question. “oh! what’s your twitter handle?” he asks and you tell him. a pan formularles in his head on how to get your number.

“can you send me the photos?” Lin asks, reaching for your phone “here I’ll-”

“I’ll just dm it on Twitter!” you smile and type in his handle, sending him the photos. there goes that.

“you don’t mind sending me all the pictures? Maybe it would be faster over text?” he tried again.

“oh it’s fine, you don’t want a fan like me with your number.” you say, not getting the hint.

“I mean-”

“don’t worry about it! there, it should have delivere-”

“goddamit can I please have your number?” he finally blurts. your eyes widen as you look up at him.

“what?”

“I-uhm” Lin didn’t know how to fix this. he scratches the back of his head, looking towards his feet

“I’d love to give you my number.” You grin, and send it to him over Twitter.

“uh thanks” he grins sheepishly, then posted a photo. your phone rang with the notification for both Lins post & that he tagged you.

“you have me on post notifs?” he laughs, running a hand through his hair. god, he was cute.

“maybe…”

“that’s cute.” he says laughing at your blush.

met the most amazing dum dum ever… (your handle)

you blushed again and covered your laugh as you looked at him. “this is so sweet!” you exclaim, and it was his turn to blush as he nervously looked towards the floor.

“and you followed me? what? that’s so cool! oh my gosh!” you gush, smile plastered across your cheeks.

“it’s no problem, really.” he says.

“thank you! well god, I’m tired so you don’t mind if I take a quick nap?” you ask, and he laughs. in the back of his head, he prayed the cliche gods were at work and you would fall asleep onto his shoulders.

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I Need Your Help

Lin/Female Reader

Summary: your sister is getting married in two weeks, and your mother demand that you bring a date. Who better than broadway star, Lin-Manuel Miranda?

Word Count: 1612

Tags: @secretschuylersister

Warnings: a really crappy mom


“You’re coming home for your sister’s wedding, right?” Your mom asked. You had just answered the phone, and had been unable to get even a simple greeting out. “Because Kalena will be devastated if you don’t make it. And I will be disappointed.” You should have known that the concerning tone she had taken would not have lasted long.

“I am coming, Mom, I already told-”

“And are you bringing a date?” She asked, then made a tutting sound. “I should know better than to ask. You haven’t been on a date in maybe seven, eight months?”

“Mom-”

“Just- find someone suitable. And get away from that Broadway show, you know how- how unsuccessful people can become in that business, and you aren’t even in a leading role-”

Mom!” You snapped, your tone harsher than you intended. “I will get a date, and I enjoy my work. Hamilton is doing really well.”

“Just bring a date– an attractive one, We can’t have an unattractive man at your sister’s wedding,” your mom said. “I have to go, wedding things. Goodbye Y/N.” She hung up, and you resisted the urge to throw your phone at the wall.

You hated talking to your mother. Kalena had always been her favourite– and it wasn’t her fault, either. She was the oldest, the smartest, and the prettiest. At least, in your mother’s eyes. Kalena had always told you how beautiful and smart you were, and that if she became anything like you, she’d be happy. Kalena wasn’t like your mother, and you were grateful for that everyday.

She was getting married in two weeks, to her high school sweetheart. Christopher was great, but you knew that any man you brought, your mother would compare to him. You wanted to scream in exasperation, but you couldn’t. You had a show to dance in three hours. A show your mother disapproved of– no, you had to put your mother out of your mind if you were going to survive the rest of the day.

You took a quick nap and showered before heading to the Richard Rodgers. You turned into your dressing room almost immediately– actually, Jasmines. You were taking over for her today, and you had to get into the zone before you even put on the red dress for act two. You had at least two hours before that would have to happen, so for now you settled with sinking into a chair and poking at some Chinese food.

Eventually, Pippa and Renée drifted in. You knew that they would be able to tell that something was up, so you did your best to hide your face in your Chinese food.

“Y/N?” Pippa asked. Your Chinese food disguise must not have helped your case, and you slowly raised your head. “Are you alright?” She asked, and you sighed.

“Have I told you about my mother?” You asked them, and they shook their heads.

“All you’ve said about her is that you don’t get along,” Renée supplied.

“My mother has been demanding that I be perfect, just like my sister– it isn’t her fault. I love Kalena a lot, it’s just. Mom favours her and not me,” you answered. “Anyway, Kalena is getting married is two weeks and mom is demanding that I bring a hot date.”

“Why is that?” Pippa asked, wrinkling her nose.

“I don’t know, she just– is. But I don’t have a date to bring and I have no money to pay an attractive prostitute to fake being my boyfriend so–”

“What about Lin?” Renée asked, her face spelling out that it was the obvious answer.

“What about Lin what now?” You asked, setting your now empty Chinese food container on the ground.

“Ask him to be your fake date,” she said. “I mean, Anthony is with Jasmine, Leslie is married, Oak has a girl, and Daveed has a huge puppy crush on an ensemble member–”

“Daveed what?” Pippa asked.

“Nothing,” Renée covered up quickly. “But, Lin is the obvious choice.”

“I’ll think about it,” you said, and checked the time. “We should start getting ready.”


You put off asking Lin for help for as long as you could. Finally, it was a few days before the wedding and you were leaving the next morning– you were out of options.

You anxiously knocked on Lin’s dressing room door, trying to keep from shaking. He opened it, looking adorably rumpled, his hair falling out of his ponytail and his shirt rucked up, like it had just been put on. “Y/N?”

You blinked, “yeah, uh– can I come in?”

“Of course.” He opened the door wider, allowing you to walk in and stand in his dressing room. He shut the door with a gentle click, leaning against it. “What can I do you for?” He asked, his eyebrows raised. How had you not noticed how cute he was?

“Um, my sister’s getting married in a few days– that’s why I won’t be here, but that’s besides the point,” you said, tripping over your words. “A-anyway, My mom is demanding that I bring a date and no one is available so–”

“You need me to be your fake boyfriend?” He asked, a smile on his face.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry for asking, I should have just gone and–”

“No, Y/N. I’m saying yes.”

“And I– wait, what?” You asked, stunned and momentarily at a loss for words.

He took a few steps toward you. “I’m saying yes. I don’t have a problem with playing your boyfriend so you can survive this.”

You pulled Lin into a hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Ugh, I don’t know what I would do without you.” You pulled back, biting your lip, and knowing without a doubt that your face was bright red.

“Have you ever fake-dated anyone before?” Lin asked.

“Once in high school, but it was a long story and I don’t care to delve into it,” you answered, laughing.

“Okay, the one thing I know about this– exclusively from watching movies is that you have to work out the details.”

“Oh, I get it. You can come back to my place, and we can work it out there.” Lin nodded, grabbing his jacket. “Let’s go.”


“Okay, so, when did we meet.”

“Work, obviously,” he answered, throwing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “When did we start going out is what we want to be asking ourselves.”

“Okay, what’s our story, playwright?”

He leaned forward, putting his elbows on her knees and rubbing his stubble. “So, I met you on The day you auditioned and through you were cute. You ended up getting hired– not because the cute thing, because you’re talented–”

“Good to know you value me for more than my dashing good looks,” you interjected, joking and eating a piece of popcorn.

“Shush, I’m telling you the story.” He held a finger up to his lips. “And then on your first day, I was so distracted by you on stage that Tommy yelled at me.”

“Yelling at the star, Tommy has guts.”

Lin gave you a look, but didn’t say anything. “I complimented you on your stellar first performance, we became friends, and I dug up the courage to ask you out. Voilà.”

“Okay, when did we get together?”

“Well, I am generally very shy and awkward, so about a year ago,” he said, then stopped. “Wait, your family–”

“Will totally believe that I didn’t tell them about you,” you answered. You knew it was true.

Lin furrowed his brow. “Why?”

“Because my mother is,” you paused. “Not the best.”

He nodded in an understanding way. “I get you,” he said. “Okay, the terms of this whole fake-dating scheme. What’s allowed, hand-holding, cheek kisses, what?”

“It has to seem real. So,” you paused, thinking it over. “Hand holding, Kissing– but only on the lips if you ask me first– We’ll probably have to share a bed, So be prepared.” You shrugged. “That’s all I got.”

“Alright.” He looked at the time, and cringed. “It’s almost midnight, I should probably head home.”

“You could stay,” you suggested, unable to stop yourself. “I mean, we’ll have to share a bed. Might as well get used to it a bit before hand.” He took a second to think it over, then nodded.

“I don’t see why not.”

“The bedroom is down the hall, I’m gonna take a shower.”

“I… will go get some pajamas.” Twenty minutes and a shower later, you were sitting on your couch when Lin came back.

“I had to get pajamas,” he explained, holding up the bag.

You laughed. “You can change in the bathroom, I’m going to bed.” You walked into your room while Lin headed for the bathroom. You slipped under the covers, checking your phone one last time before plugging it in.

Lin came in, wearing ninja turtle pajama pants and a black tank top. You wolf whistled. “Fancy, Miranda.” He smiled, walking over to the unoccupied side of the bed.

“Do I get a goodnight kiss?” He asked, and you snorted.

“Don’t push your luck, Miranda.” You settled in, facing Lin. You watched him lay down, tucking a arm under his pillow and closing his eyes. Suddenly, feeling incredibly bold, you moved forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek, before laying back down, facing away from Lin this time.

You heard him chuckle, before sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. Okay, you thought, I could get used to this.

Your last thought before sleep consider you was that Lin smelled comfortable, like sandalwood and home. You fell asleep smiling.

This Means War

Summary: Reader and Dean have a bet on who can pick up the most people at the bar and things get competitive.

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2172

Warning: Language, fluff, implied smut

A/N: Flirt war! Just let your imagination run wild at the end of this I guess, I fear my smut gets repetitive :/ Been nursing a pulled wisdom tooth for the last couple of days so apologies if it’s well… crappy. I’m not 100% but writing makes the pain lessen somewhat :)

My Masterlist!

~ Dean and forever tags are open! ~

Tag list originally from @spnfanficpond I deleted a bunch that didn’t seem to be working, and now some of these aren’t working either? I don’t understand Tumblr tags at all. Feel free to lemme know if you’d like to be added/removed.

“The next time Sam says ‘ooh it’s a simple ghost haunting, you guys can handle it’, remind me to hit him in the face with a brick,” You groan throwing yourself onto one of the motel beds.

“Noted,” Dean grunts as he copies you. You’re both covered head to toe in black goopy ectoplasm and cut up to hell. It wasn’t as simple as Sam thought but…well you had both handled it.

“Aw man, now it’s all over the sheets,” you grimace as you sit up and see a perfect black outline from where you’ve been laid, “Perfect.”

“Well, I’m getting a shower,” Dean announces getting to his feet, “Then we’re hitting the bar.”

“Ugh does it have to be we?” you scoff, “Do I really have to sit and watch you hit on skanks all night?”

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Collider || Peter Parker x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt: Peter x Reader where the reader is running through the busy streets and crashes into Peter but he catches her, she doesn’t have time to explain so he runs with her and then they hide together in an alley and she explains and ask each other out at the same time and it’s awkward but cute.]]

Okay, I’ve got this whole posting thing figured out, and I’m gonna catch up with requests ♡

My ask box is still open and the link will be placed in shortly. I’m just going to keep accepting requests because they honestly give me something to write about, especially when I can’t think of a good plot. I’ll post my own personal drabbles here and there in between requests, so I hope that’s okay with you readers!

I know I already posted something earlier, but I’m just so happy right now! And I wanna make up for my whining with some more stories 。゚(TヮT)゚。

I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!

warnings: none really; just pure fluff, oh and a persistent Flash Thompson!!

tags: {anonymous}

{{request status: open}}

don’t repost/plagiarize this story! reblogs are fine!

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Originally posted by dailytomholland

“Come on, [Name], you should be glad that I’ve taken such an interest in you.”

You had to keep from vomiting in your mouth. Out of all the people you could have seen outside of Midtown High and in the city, it just had to be Flash Thompson.

Flash was someone who was unnecessarily cocky 100% of the time. Just because he came from old money, he thought that anything and everything he wanted would simply be handed to him on a silver plate.

Which, unfortunately, included you.

You had no idea why Flash had such an interest in you. Was it because you were seen talking with Peter Parker (the boy he liked to antagonize) at every chance you got? You honestly wanted to get closer to Peter because you thought he was so cute. And thinking back on it now, you do vaguely remember defending Peter from Flash’s harsh words one time.

Ever since that day, Flash had never left you alone. He kept on spouting off nonsense, like how he fell for you at first sight and that he could treat you like a queen when you finally ‘came to your senses’ and returned his feelings.

Which made you simply scoff at his bold words. You would never date Flash, even if he was sort of cute and had all the money at his disposal.

“How many times do I have to reject you in order for you to understand?! I will –never– date you!” Your attempts at reasoning with him falls on deaf ears when Flash lets out an amused chuckle.

“I’ll stop when you finally open your eyes to see what you’re missing out on.” Good god this guy has the nerve to lean in closer to you with his lips nearly touching yours!!

Almost on instinct, you raised your right leg and give him a swift kick between his legs. Being caught off guard, Flash lands on the ground (practically groaning in pain) as you glared down at him, “Leave me alone! I only date genuine guys like Peter Parker who has more heart than you could ever have!”

“WHAT?! You have the nerve to mention THAT piece of trash??”

Seeing the fury in his eyes makes you gasp before quickly running away from him. You hear Flash yell out your name, but you didn’t dare turn back.

Taking advantage of the fact that Queens was a city that was always in a constant state of crowded disarray, you weave through the crowd of people. You hoped that you had lost Flash while running, and to make sure that he was tailing after you, you look behind you-

only to feel your whole body collide with someone else.

“Whoa, are you okay?” Whoever this person was, they were surprisingly strong when they managed to keep you upright in their arms. You look up to see familiar brown eyes gazing down at you with concern, “Oh thank God it’s you, Peter!”

“[Name]! Uh… Yeah, it’s me. W-Why were you running? You look out of breath.”

Believing that Peter could protect you from Flash, you quickly grab on to his arm and pull him with you, “Long story short: I’m being chased. Can you please come with me?”

Peter loses his confused expression when he hears that you were in danger, giving you a nod before grabbing on to your hand, “Let’s go.”

You start running again, this time with Peter by your side. You knew he was curious as to who you were running from, but couldn’t really tell him until you felt safe. When you felt as though you had put a good distance between you and Flash, you pull Peter into an empty alleyway to catch your breath. “Ugh, s-sorry about that. I just had to get away from Flash.”

“Flash was bothering you?” Instead of cowering at his name (like he used to do) Peter looked furious as his hands formed into tight fists, “What did he do to you? I’ll have a talk with him to make sure that he won’t bother you ever again.

You laugh at his bold words, gently punching the front of his chest (holy shit was he always this broad?? And when did he get such prominent biceps??) and blush slightly. Ignoring your thoughts pertaining to Peter’s lean (and muscular) physique, you clear your throat and reassure him, “I just turned him down when he asked me out for the millionth time this month. And when I told him that I would only date you, he got mad and started chasing me.”

Only when you were through speaking did you realize what you just fucking said to Peter, immediately covering your lips when Peter’s eyes widened at your unplanned confession.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, you saw Peter grinning at you, “You chose me over Flash?”

You nod, feeling your face turn hot with embarrassment, “Of course. You’re so sweet, Peter, I like you a lot.”

His smile widens at your words, and you feel the back of his hand gently caress at your cheek. “I like you, too. Ever since you defended me in front of Flash.” His touch was sweet (and nothing like Flash’s) but you were anxious now. You really wanted to be Peter’s girlfriend…!!

“Will you go out with me?”

“Go out with me.”

You and Peter blurt out at the same time, causing the both of you to laugh in response.

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

Peter’s smile was so pure and filled with happiness that you felt your heart melt, feeling his arms come around your form when he places a kiss against your forehead, “Jinx, you owe me a date tomorrow. And you can’t say no.”

You lean closer to him and gently kiss at his jaw, “Stop being such a nerd. As if I would ever say no to the boy of my dreams.”

[end]

Week Four

A/N: Welcome to week four for where I’m kind of playing catch up from last week. Rec list tags: @mogaruke

No Pairing

A New World by @impala-dreamer 

OMG she better call the number! Like I kind of feel bad for the guy but then and not really cuz he’s not Sam or Dean and that’s what matters lol. Just saying… I wouldn’t mind a sequel…

Classic Car Family by @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms  (fluff)

This kind of killed me in such a good way! IT was like nostalgia and every emotion wrapped up into one! The ending blind sided me and I just like fell out of my chair!

Storm Clouds by @impala-dreamer  (angst)

So I skipped this last week and had to wait until I was in a good place to read this and damn this was so good. It was very realistic, almost too realistic to me. This just goes to prove that you can’t go wrong with having the Winchesters as family

Dean x Reader

Stitches and Whiskey by @impala-dreamer  (fluff)

OMG YES! I love a sassy Dean soooo much! And the fact that this has never happened on the show kind of makes me mad. You need to pitch this idea to the writers. Like just use a GD first aid kit for once.

Mile High Club by @jpadjackles  (smut)

OMG. That was short sweet and HOT AF. I’m gonna need a part 2 but she was not take care of and we can’t have that. Deans took caring for that. *begs for part 2*

Vulnerable by @dancingalone21  (fluff)

This was wonderful! All the silliness and cuteness! I love how Dean didn’t care if she was a lesbian. A lot of people see him as just someone who wants sex but he’s deeper than that! Love this!

Here Now by @impala-dreamer  (fluffy angst)

Dean coming back from hell gets me every time! Like he’s just so vulnerable! I’ve never felt the need to protect anyone as much as I feel the need to protect him when he comes back from hell. This was just so full of emotion! Love it! 

Barcelona by @pinknerdpanda (fluff)

Aww this was soo sweet! I love how Dean makes it up to her! All he really had to do was say sorry and be all Dean like but he chose to do something so sweet! Made me swoon a million times over.

Truth or Truth by @ilostmyshoe-79 (smut)

OHMYGOSH. That was so hot! I could have gone for a cold shower after reading this. Whew, this had me sweating!

An Impossible Choice by @nichelle-my-belle (angst)

OUCH. Oh my gosh that just killed my heart and my soul. Ugh poor Dena, poor Cal! Even Sam lost a friend! This just killed me…

Imagine Dean coming home to you dancing around the kitchen, singing Pour Some Sugar on Me while baking a pie by @bringmesomepie56 (smut)

“Thank god for Def Leppoard and Apple Pie” Yes! Thank god because this fic was amazing! I love that Dean was so bold! Then again when is het not lol

Got Me Feeling Emotions by @thegreatficmaster (fluff/angst)

NO! WHAT?! AH! Wheres the rest?! I keep scrolling down and there’s still not more! Im always up for some demon Dean and I wouldn’t hate a second part… ;)

Sam x Reader

Better Than This by @melbelle45 (fluff)

My fave line “Three lives were formed in this body, three healthy lives that live and breathe and destroy our house.“ Swwoooon so hard! And the Daddy!Sam at the end <3

Perfect by @imagineteamfreewill (fluff)

Aw I love fluffy Sam! He was so sweet and so nice! I think we all can agree that we all need a little Sammy in our life…. or a lot of Sammy ;)

The Guest Of Honor by @revwinchester  (fluff)

Ah!! I love College!Sam and how freaked out he was about her being the presidents daughter! Glad he came to his senses though!

Black and Blue by @bringmesomepie56  (smut) 

Ha! I can just imagine Sam being super bummed that he tried to kiss a girl and was met with a punch to the face. Well I think they made up for that!

Jensen x Reader

That’s My Girl by @not-moose-one-shots (fluff)

This was soo cute! I love all the things that Jensen said he love about the reader! It was all very sweet and made me swoon!

Too Good by @impala-dreamer (fluff)

I’d watch Jensen put different clothes on all day. In fact, I’d probably watch him do anything… But we all know that leather jacket kills all of us!

Jared x Reader

Lift you up by @impalaimagining (angst)

We all have shitty days, some worse than others. Pretty sure if I had Jared my day would be far far less shitty. I’d like to rent Jared for the day please?

anonymous asked:

Members and their types of smile?

Are you basically asking me analyse each member’s smile. Cause I am 100% here for this. Let’s go!

Nayeon:

Nayeon I think is actually kind of shy about her smile/laugh because whenever she smiles or laughs too hard she covers her face a lot. She also tries really hard to keep her mouth closed when she smiles which leads to her precious cheek smile

Look at this adorableness. But when Nayeon actually opens her mouth and we can see her real smile, it’s like a goddam blessing from the gods. She has the most adorable bunny smile she’s so damn cute. LOOK AT THIS SMILE SOMEONE PLEASE TELL HER HOW PRETTY HER SMILE IS

Jeongyeon:

Jeongyeon has a really soft smile, she typically doesn’t open her mouth really wide, which gives us this really cute gentle smile. She just has a really welcoming and kind smile, so pure

But then when she laughs oh my god. Jeongyeon’s mouth becomes square shaped when she laughs, she opens her mouth so wide. It’s the most precious thing, 10/10 for preciousness

Originally posted by yongsurn

Momo:

Momo has such a genuine smile, I don’t know what it is but her smile seems so natural to the point where seeing her when she doesn’t smile is really weird. She also has kind of a playful smile if you get what I mean

Something I’ve noticed is that Momo has a habit of squinting or even closing her eyes when she smiles sometimes, she smiles so big she has to close her eyes a little I love my smiley angel.

Sana:

Very similar to Momo because she also just naturally smiles all the time, and it’s strange to see her when she’s not smiling. Such a gentle smile, she also kind of closes her eyes a little bit.

But oh my god, when Sana get’s really energetic and extra, she has the most amazing bright smile I’ve ever seen. She just get’s into a mood where she’s so happy and excited it’s like her whole face is smiling and her eyes get really big and she opens her mouth wide and ugh kill me she’s such a bright human.

Jihyo:

In case you didn’t already know, Jihyo is my bias so I need a minute. I need like a full minute to compose myself enough to be able to accurately describe the beauty of Park Jihyo’s smile. Ok. Jihyo has the prettiest and softest smile I have ever seen, you can tell how much of a genuinely beautiful person she is when she smiles. She just has the warmest smile, and her cheeks get all squishy and just… no mere mortal can comprehend her beauty.

I’m not done yet though, because when Jihyo laughs, Holy Jesus you’re not ready. It is the most beautiful thing on the planet, and this is nowhere near an exaggeration. Her eyes do that half closed thing and you can just see everything representing happiness in the world just radiating from her entire body because Park Jihyo is the actual embodiment of sunshine and joy.

Here’s another picture of my girl performing on stage because LOOK HOW HAPPY SHE IS. She was born for the stage. She’s so pretty when she’s happy and doing what she loves. Give Park Jihyo the world.

Mina:

Mina is a shy bean so she doesn’t smile frequently, but when she does it’s typically her small polite smile where she doesn’t open her mouth a lot. Her smile is just cute basically

But wait, when Mina actually pulls out her real proper smile, the whole meaning of cute will be refined for you. You haven’t seen anything until you seen Myoui Mina’s gummy smile. She’s so happy, and it’s honestly the cutest thing. 

Dahyun:

Dahyun pretty much always smiles with her mouth open, typically when she smiles with her mouth closed it’s for a photoshoot or something professional. Dahyun doesn’t hold back her smiles or laughter which is honestly precious. She has such an open smile, where you can visibly see how happy she is. She almost always tilts her head slightly to one side as well when she smiles

Look at this wide smile, I love it. She gets so happy that her smile nearly becomes as big as the entire lower half of her face. She’s such a bubbly person with a big smile

Chaeyoung:

Whenever she smiles she looks so tiny and soft, she has such a precious little smile. She seriously looks like a little kid when she smiles, so pure and soft.

DIMPLE DIMPLE DIMPLE. When she smiles really big you can see her little dimple on the right side of her face and it’s the cutest thing on the planet. This photo doesn’t do it justice it’s just the best one I could find on limited time. I love her dimpled smile.

Tzuyu:

Oh my god Tzuyu, Tzuyu and her tiny little soft smile. She’s so cute and pretty I can’t handle this. She just has a really precious smile, and she kind of looks like a cheeky little kid, which is basically what she is.

She has the cutest habit with her tongue, sometimes she puts her tongue between her teeth when she smiles and it’s so precious. I love Tzuyu’s cute, cheeky smile, she’s such a cutie.

Fake Love (part two)

Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky comes to reader for dating tips and doesn’t know reader has feelings for him, reader starts a fake relationship with Sam in order to show Bucky what he’s missing out on

Chapter summary: Reader is feeling jealous about this girl that Bucky is trying to take on a date and decides to come up with a plan

Warnings: jealousy & sort of anger, more dating advice

Author’s note: How do y’all like it so far? I feel like it’s going in a good direction, but I don’t mind any feedback

Originally posted by seabasschino

“Yeah Nat, and he came to me for dating advice! Like, who the fuck does that?” I practically yelled, holding a glass of wine. “I mean, you basically let him,” Nat responded coolly, taking a sip of her drink. “I know,” I muttered glumly. “But it still hurts.”

Suddenly an idea came into my mind. “I’ve got a plan!” I announced, looking at Nat waiting to see a reaction from her. “No, Y/N. Your plans never end well,” she said with a little smirk. She was right, but I wasn’t going to back down. “You’ll see,” I said with a cocky smile.

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Jimon Coffee Shop AU

Author’s Note: For Theo. @petertheromaniwolf I love you happy birthday!! Idk if this is good but I hope you like it! Also, could this title have been better? Yes, but I’m an unoriginal bitch. 

Word count: 2.5k+

Ships: Jimon obvs and implied Clizzy and another one if you find it. 

Plot: Pls see the title. 

Simon stood behind the counter on a Saturday night, finally able to catch his breath as the crowd began to thin. He glanced at his watch—and groaned. There were two whole hours left. He was never going to cover for Clary again.

His eyes were starting to droop when what he hoped would be the last customer of the night came in. The boy seemed a little older than him, and his hair looked very swoosh-y.

“Hi, welcome to Garroway’s, what can I get you?” Simon asked, putting on his customer-smile.

“Um, actually, I saw the sign out front. I’m looking for a job?” Swoosh said.

“Oh, right.” Simon said, straightening up. “I’ll go get my manager.”

Simon walked over to the small door and knocked twice before he heard the faint “come in”.

“Luke?” Simon poked his head in. “A guy’s here about the job.”

“Alright, Simon, send him in.” Luke said, nodding his head at him.

Simon nodded back and left to tell Swoosh to head inside.

He made a black coffee and a frappucino for a really pissed off-looking guy and his friend and then played around on his phone for a while before Swoosh came back.

“Hey!” Simon grinned. “Did you get the job?”

Swoosh smiled back, small and cute. Simon noticed his eyes were really interesting. One of them was completely, brilliantly blue and the other was blue mixed with brown. They were one of the prettiest things Simon had ever seen.

He realized that he’d been staring and that Swoosh had said something.

“I’m sorry, what?” Simon asked, feeling his cheeks heat up.

Swoosh smirked. “I said I start Monday. 4 pm.”

“Oh, nice!” Simon grinned. “That’s my shift too.”

“I’ll see you Monday, then.” Swoosh adjusted his jacket and made his way out the shop.

He’d almost left when Simon called out, “Hey, wait! What’s your name?”

Swoosh turned around and flashed that smirk Simon was already getting familiar with. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

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For Jace, Monday couldn’t come fast enough. Not only did he need the money, he was also mildly interested in the cute barista. He wasn’t really his type, with those glasses and the Harry Potter t-shirt but there was something about him.

He stepped into Garroway’s, breathing in the scent of coffee and sugary treats. He hopped over the counter before pulling his apron on.

There weren’t many customers so Jace cleaned up the counter and threw away the trash. Simon burst into the café’ at 4:30, breathless and sweaty.

“I’m so sorry.” He said, putting his hands on his knees to catch his breath. “I fell asleep.”

“It’s alright.” Jace bent down to grab an apron and threw it to Simon.

“Luke’s gonna kill me.” Simon mumbled, before tugging the apron on and joining Jace behind the counter.

“It’s fine, he doesn’t know.” Jace assured him.

“You didn’t tell him?” Simon asked, reaching over to grab a cup. His arm brushed against Jace’s, making him want to scream.

“No.” Jace said, shrugging.

“Oh.” Simon smiled before his eyes drifted to his name tag. Jace noticed it was a different smile. Not the smile he’d showed the first time he’d seen him. “Thanks, Jace.”

Jace let out a noise that sounded more like a laugh than a scoff. “Customers.” He said, nodding towards the group of teenagers that had just entered.

“Right.” Simon sighed. “I hate these ones. They always have the most complicated orders.”

He put on his charming customer smile as they approached the counter. “Hi, welcome to Garroway’s, what can I get you?”

As promised, the kids all had extremely complicated orders and Jace struggled to keep them all in his head. The café’ he’d worked at before only had normal things like coffee and cappuccino, not freaking unicorn dream flower soy latte half and half extra shot of espresso macchiatos. That’s probably why they closed.

Simon, however, was completely at ease, having done this a million times.

“You need any help?” He asked Jace.

“No.” Jace responded, starting to make the first drink.

“Really? Because you look like you need some help.” Simon insisted.

“I said I’m fine.” Jace responded, grabbing a packet of sugar.

“No!” Simon shouted, grabbing Jace’s hand before he could pour the sugar into the drink.

“What?” Jace said, annoyed. And he was also a little bit flustered because his hand was still inside Simon’s.

“That guy will kill you if you add sugar to his coffee.” Simon warned.

“But he asked for extra sugar?” Jace asked, confused.

“No, that was his boyfriend.” Simon said.

Jace groaned. “I give up.”

Simon smiled, softly. “How about you accept my help and just do what I tell you?”

“Fine.” Jace mumbled. “Thanks, or whatever.”

“Okay.” Simon chuckled and pulled his hand—and the packet of sugar—away.

Jace decided he liked his hands better when Simon was holding them.

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It had been a couple weeks since Jace started working at Garroway’s and he was finally able to keep up, according to Simon.

He no longer went into the bathroom to scream when someone gave him a super-long order and he didn’t secretly record those orders on his phone either.

He was making progress.

He and Simon had gotten fairly close during their time working together, as they did have to spend about 5 hours together five days a week.

Maybe we should start hanging out outside of work, Simon thought. I mean, we’re friends now, right? And friends hang out all the time.

Although, Simon had to admit, he’d thought about being more than friends a couple times. There wasn’t much to not like about Jace. He tried to be all cool and badass but Simon knew he was just a puppy in a leather jacket.

“Um, hel-lo?” The obnoxious voice snapped Simon out of his daze.

“Hi.” He said to the middle-aged woman glaring at him. “What can I get you?”

“Ugh, are you really going to make me repeat my order?” The woman snapped.

“Sorry, I just, um, had something on my mind.” Simon apologized.

“Clearly.” The woman pursed her lips before repeating her order.

“Uh, your name please?” Simon asked, once she was done.

The woman groaned. “Are you serious?!” She was starting to get loud now. “I’ve been here for the past three days and you don’t even remember my goddamn name!”

“I’m sorry but we get loads of customers everyday .“ Simon said, trying not to show his frustration.

“Whatever. “The woman rolled her eyes. “It’s Karen.”

Simon heard a snort and turned to see Jace watching the exchange with a glint of amusement in his eyes. Simon subtly mouthed “helped me” which only made Jace laugh more.

“Um, could you faggots stop eye-fucking each other and start making my order?” Karen snapped.

Both Simon and Jace snapped their necks towards her. Suddenly, the glee in the air had disappeared.

“Excuse me.” Jace licked his lips, eerily calm and his eyes steely. “What did you just say?”

“That kind of language really isn’t necessary.” Simon said.

“Well, I was right, wasn’t I?” Karen demanded, pointing an accusatory finger. The line behind her was getting longer and everyone was shooting her disapproving looks. “That’s all you fags do, anyway.”

“I’m gonna ask you to leave now.” Jace said. Simon noticed his hands were clenched tightly, the veins popping in his arm.

“What?” Karen seemed bewildered. “Listen, I’m not gonna get discriminated against by the likes of you! I demand to see your manager.”

“Listen.” Simon said forcefully. “Either you leave right now or this is gonna turn ugly.”

“Bring me your manager!” Karen screamed.

“What the hell is going on out here?” Everyone turned around to glance at Luke, who’d appeared behind Simon. Karen took one look at Luke and the corners of her lips turned down.

Jace shuffled closer to Luke and quietly explained the situation.

Luke sighed and glanced at Karen. “Mam, we don’t tolerate that kind of behavior here. Please leave.”

“And why should I take orders from…you?” Karen folded her arms and looked at Luke as though he was something disgusting.

“Okay, that’s it.” Simon said. “Get out.”

“Why should—?”

“Get out now. Or we will call the cops.” Jace said, shifting closer to Simon. He took Simon’s shaking hand into his behind the counter and Simon could breathe again.

“Fine!” The woman yelled, turning to march out. “But I’m leaving the worst review on Yelp!” She shouted before she left.

“I cannot believe that just happened.” Jace mumbled, running his other hand through his hair.

“Why don’t you guys get going?” Luke suggested. “Your shift is almost over, anyway.”

“Luke, are you sure?” Simon asked.

Luke nodded. “Yeah, I got this.”

“Alright, then.” Simon removed his apron and Jace did the same.

The other customers kept staring at them as they left the store. Simon was fairly sure he’d see this event from their perspective on Tumblr or Twitter.

Simon breathed the cold night air in and leaned against the wall. Jace stood just in front of him, his eyes focused on him.

“Well, that was fucking awful.” Simon said. Jace nodded in agreement.

“Do you want to go get a drink?” Jace asked after a while.

Simon’s eyes widened. “Oh. Yes! I mean, uh, sure.” He tried and failed at not letting his glee show.

“Okay.” Jace smiled and held out his arm. Simon chuckled before taking it. “Let’s go.”

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Jace woke up in what was not his bed in what was not his room. He sat up in confusion and looked around. The room was a complete mess, with clothes and CDs lying everywhere. There were loads of posters on the walls and a picture of Simon and a red-haired girl on the nightstand.

Was it his girlfriend? Did Simon have a girlfriend?

More importantly, why was he in Simon’s bedroom? They hadn’t..…of course not. Jace was still wearing his clothes from last night.

“Oh, you’re up.” Jace looked up to see Simon in a band t-shirt and sweat pants, leaning against the doorframe. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

“Too loud.” Jace mumbled, rubbing his head. “Why am I here?”

“You got black-out drunk last night and I didn’t know where you lived and also I couldn’t just leave you in the club because bad things happen to pretty boys in clubs so I brought you here.” Simon said. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

Jace tried hard not to concentrate on the fact that Simon called him pretty.

“Simon.” Jace licked his lips. “Last night. Did we—?”

“No.” Simon said firmly. “Like I said, you were black-out drunk.”

“Oh, okay.” Jace relaxed. He would’ve liked to remember if it had happened.

“So we don’t have work today or anything so do you wanna hang out?” Simon asked. “We could order in some pizza, watch some movies and stuff.”

“Yeah.” Jace grinned. “Yeah, that sounds great.”

“We’re gonna have to start with Star Wars though.” Simon said.

“Sounds good.” Jace nodded. “I’ve never seen it though.”

“I’m not even surprised.” Simon shook his head. “But it’s alright. I can show you a whole new world.”

“Don’t quote Aladdin at me.” Jace said, finally rolling out of bed.

“So you’ve seen Aladdin but not Star Wars.” Simon said. “You truly are a mystery, Mr.Lightwood.”

“Shut up.” Jace mumbled, smiling. “Where’s your bathroom? I wanna take a shower.”

“Oh, right.” Simon straightened up but not really. “Follow me.”

“I hope it won’t be as filthy as your bedroom.” Jace said as Simon opened the door. His apartment was slightly bigger than Jace’s.

“It won’t be as filthy as your mind.” Simon responded.

“I’m an angel.” Jace responded, looking around at the bathroom. It was fairly clean.

“Well, you definitely have the hair for it.” Simon said. “Oh, by the way, towels are inside and there’s a spare toothbrush in the cabinet. Oh and I’ll go get you some clothes.”

“Cool.” Jace said. “Thanks.”

Jace had just finished brushing his teeth when Simon returned with a bunch of clothes. He smiled at him in the mirror and Simon smiled back before leaving.

While he was in the shower, Jace tried and remembered some things from last night. He had drunk a lot but he never really was careful and also he was super pissed off with Karen, the straight white asshole.

He also remembered other things, like his arms around Simon’s waist as they danced and his lips ghosting over his neck. He remembered how many times they’d almost kissed but Simon kept stopping it, claiming Jace was too drunk. Maybe they had at the end. Who knows? Certainly not Jace.

He stepped out of the shower and dried off before pulling on the clothes Simon had left him. They fit him well but were probably a bit loose on Simon, which was adorable to him for some reason.

He got out of the bathroom and found Simon in the kitchen, with a bowl of popcorn in his hands.

And suddenly, he had to know.

“Simon.” He said, making the other boy glance at him. “Who’s the girl in the picture? On your nightstand?“

Simon gave him a disbelieving look. “Are you serious?”

“What?” Jace asked, starting to feel awkward.

“That’s Clary! You’ve seen her like a million times! She works at Garroway’s too and um, in case you didn’t know, she’s dating your sister.” Simon said.

“Oh.” Jace said. “Oh.”

“You’re such an idiot sometimes.” Simon said, putting down the popcorn and rummaging in the cupboards.

Jace bit down on his lip. He had another question on his mind now.

“Simon.” He said. The other boy hummed in response.

“Simon.” He said again, making him turn around.

“What?” Simon asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Did I kiss you last night?”

“No.” He said, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter. “But you can now if you want to.”

And so he did.

And it was a moment he would play over and over again in his head for days to come and something he would remember for the rest of his life.  

Connections (1/5)

Chapter 1

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Your spouse died in a car accident, he left you behind with your ten year old son. Chris has gone through the same thing, but instead of a ten year old son, it was a ten year old daughter. When you two meet at a soccer game, connections are made and sparks are flying. But when your son has a conflict with his daughter, things start to fall apart.

Word Count: 1,103

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Warning: None

A/N: I am going to be using gifs from Gifted, because I think that the father that he portrays in the movie will fit well in my fanfiction. But other than that, I do not own this gif, I hope you enjoy ♥


Chris sat down in his beach chair, admiring the beach and it’s beauty. He watched as his little daughter Kaylee was playing in the sand, building sandcastles and having fun. Chris smiled and looked up to the sky, knowing that his wife was watching from above, he missed her like crazy. He knew that he’d never find someone like her and that he would forever be faithful towards her. He’s been trying hard to raise Kaylee, and ever since she was born, they both knew, she was going to grow up to be a superstar soccer player.

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Sweepstakes

10/14/15

Guess who’s going on a cruise in December? This bitch right here! :D

Finally, all these years of entering contests and putting my name into prize draws has paid off! I’ve always wanted to go on a cruise guys. A whole two weeks out on the beautiful blue sea. Away from stupid work, away from all my responsibilities, and more importantly- away from freaking winter.

I’ll make a special tag for my cruise album so you all can keep up on it. Hearts!

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Blessings Part Four (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Masterlist

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A/N-(So I wrote down a good portion of this in a notebook while wifiless in Colorado AND THEN I LOST THAT NOTEBOOK which is also the notebook that had my epic poly fic in it ugh, but anyway I wasn’t gonna post this until I got that work back, but fuck imma just re write it

I’VE HAD THIS IDEA SINCE THE NIGHT I WROTE PART ONE

I’M AS EXCITED AS YOU GUYS ARE)

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5 times Richie & Eddie Acted Like a Couple + 1 Time They Couldn’t

Pairing: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak

Fandom: IT (2017)

“Tags”: Fluff fluff fluff and a super angsty end, blame the end on Stephen King, Major Character Death

Author’s Note: So I wrote an impromptu Reddie fic last night. It’s more of a draft than anything because when I originally started writing it I didn’t think it would be in the form of an actual fic but here we are. Hence why each new “time” gets longer and more detailed. It’s unedited and unformatted but I think it’s cute and worth posting so!! Also the last bit goes along with the book canon but not perfectly, I change things up. Fic under the cut.

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Next Door ~ S.Coups Pt.2

Word count: 2k
Genre: College!au, fluff, drama, comedy, slice of life, romance
A/N: I was really happy to know the first part of this mini series got many responds. *cries* Here’s part 2! Enjoy!

Pt.1 || Pt.2 || Pt.3 final

Originally posted by jisoostar

“You tell me what I don’t know.”


The camp was healing for you, stress-free from baby-sitting and away from Seungcheol. A lot of things happened: ice-breaking games, team building, plans for the upcoming events etc. The last day was mainly a rest day. You already bought souvenirs and now you were heading back to the cabin. You hopped into the hammock outside when Mingyu and Seungkwan called you for a little snack time. 

“Y/N, want to join us?” Mingyu asked, with Seungkwan following as he did his ballerina twirl- which he called it a boollinera twirl, to convince you to come. 

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Practice

Pairing: Jared x Reader
Words: 802
Requested by @exclusively-inclusive:  Hey can you write a fluffy Jared x reader fic where they get a pet for the first time please? Also I love your blog ❤ 


           You could barely contain your excitement as Jared drove down the road. The two of you had been married a few months now and were taking another pretty big step in your relationship now that you had said “I do.”

           “Are you excited?” you asked, looking over at Jared.

           “I’m really excited,” he nodded, smiling over at you.

           “I cannot believe this is really happening. Jared, this is seriously huge. I just … ugh! I’m freaking out.”

           Jared pulled into the parking lot, “It’s going to be good practice for us,” he chuckled, finding a spot near the front of the building.

           You nodded, “Definitely.”

           The two of you got out of the car and met around the front to grab each other’s hands. Jared looked over at you, “Let’s go find that puppy.”

           You squealed like a little girl and pulled him to the door of the pound. You knew you wanted to find a rescue puppy, or even a dog. These sweethearts needed loving homes and you couldn’t wait to have one home with you.

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