relief on paper


Imagine overhearing Dean say he never wants to get married

“Well I’m glad that’s finally all over.” Sam sighed in relief as he threw the papers across the bunker table, wanting to get them as far away from him as possible.

“You and Becky sign the annulment papers?” Dean looked up curiously just in time to see his brother flinch at the mention of the woman’s name.

“Yeah, and now I never want to speak of this again.” He sent his brother a warning glare, evidently tired of the events from the last few days.

“Dude count me in. After witnessing that I never want to get married.” Dean’s eyebrows shot up with the use of the word never, the horror of recalling his brothers wedding showing all over his face. “Ever.”

“Excuse me Winchester?” You strolled in just in time to hear Dean, stopping to cross your arms and narrow your eyes.

“Look’s like someone’s in trouble.” Sam smirked at Dean’s new worried expression and he had to fight back a chuckle.

“I didn’t mean it like that I just-” You cut Dean off with a huge laugh unable to keep the joke running any longer as he stuttered on.

“The look on your face!” Dean stood there wary as you made your way to sit with Sam at the table before you shrugged. “Like I’d marry you anyway.”

He smiled for a second, glad to be off the hook but then realisation dropped and he frown. “Hey what’s that supposed to mean!”

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u kno that moment when u give up and u just feel this immsense wave of relief wash over u? that shit is dangerously addictive


Today The Saucy Six presented our year-long research project! 8 months of fish and small mammal trapping, veg and bird surveys, and a ton of writing and organization. It hasn’t been a totally smooth ride, but I’m so proud of all our hard work! And so thankful to get to work with such wonderful ladies. It was amazing watching all my classmates present their research today. Everyone did so incredibly well. I’m gonna miss these people in a big way 💕


or: Four Times Moana and Maui Surprised the Crowd, and One Time They Did Not

My first shot at a 4-and-1 type gig! I tried to keep these short, but you know my writing, that didn’t end up happening. I think this is like seven thousand words total. Look, my hand just slipped for four hours straight. 

Happy, happy birthday to my dear friend @paperjam-bipper! You’re so old now, you shmuck. Congratulations. Hope you enjoy the gratuitous amounts of fluff I stuck in here, just for you. :) 

Fandom: Moana
Words: 7,400
Category: Gen
Relationship: Moana & Maui

Summary: Four times Moana and Maui surprised the crowd, and one time they did not. 


It’s when the first wave breaks on the deck of their ship that Aronui decides, quite firmly, that she does not like storms.

Even shielded as she is from the worst of the rain by her mother’s sturdy legs and swollen belly, there pellets of water sting against her eyelids, and Aronui has to squint to see the deck of the boat mere feet in front of her. Her hairband was lost long ago to the frenzy of the wind, which whips her hair around her face. When Aronui spares a hand to try and tame it, she ends up nearly ripping off the right half of her head.

“Hard about to port!” shouts a familiar voice, commanding against the fury of the storm.

Aronui looks over to see Moana astride the canoe. Despite the writhing waves that tower around her Moana looks at ease, balanced perfectly atop the edge of her canoe while wrestling with the halyard in both hands. She’s planted at one end of her tiny craft, which sways dangerously in the water, and is somehow using the boat’s instability to clamber up the side and look intently at Kara.

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Hemmings & a bottle of rum, part 2



Request: Please do a part two to hemmings and a bottle of rum 🔥

Word count: 1,600+

Luke Hemming smut

You stretched out your hands with your eyes still closed and felt something hard underneath your palm. Your eyes shot open and you sucked in a breath at the wonderful sight in front of you. A very naked Luke Hemmings, who at that very moment scrunched his eyebrows, mumbled something incoherent and reached out for, well, you. He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, your naked body flush against his. He buried his face in your neck and thats when you heard his raspy morning voice, “Good morning, beautiful”

Your face burned a bright red and you recalled exactly what you had done last night. Realisation hit you like a brick and you quickly scrambled out of his grasp and began your frantic search for your clothes. He sat up slightly with a confused expression on his adorable face. “Where’re you going?” he questioned, nearly making you swoon. You regained your composure, as well as you could and re-dressed while replying, “Um-uh, I need to…” you trailed off and his blue orbs followed your every movement, waiting for a response as you headed toward the door. A look of hurt was clear on his face as you finally mumbled, “Need to go”

You opened the door and you were out in a flash. You walked back to your room with your shoes in your hand, mentally cursing yourself for what you had done. Your body was saying yes but your mind was saying no. The consequences of sleeping with a colleague was never good, you thought to yourself as you quickly cleaned up in your room, preparing yourself for the after-math of your actions.


Walking into the studio, you realised you were the last one there as all eyes darted to you. “Hi” you said sheepishly and soon everyone resumed their previous activities. Everyone, except Luke that is. You immediately felt guilty and moved your gaze down to your feet too ashamed to look him in the eye. The sudden rush of emotions, however, did help you get pen to paper as you sat down on the couch and began scribbling down a couple of lyrics.

“Finally” you groaned out standing up and you picked up the paper and handed it to the nearest band member. Michael scanned the paper and his face broke out into a grin. “Good one, Y/N” he praised and you let out a sigh of relief. Luke snatched the paper out of his hands and analysed it before looking up at you, “You’re done so you can leave now.” he said rather rudely. Your jaw dropped, taking in the harsh words that just left his perfectly sculpted lips.

Getting the feeling that his anger was misdirected, you shook your head and went up to him to take the paper out of his hand. He moved it out of your reach and another set of rude words were uttered by him. “I said you could leave. Isn’t that what you always do anyway.”
“Why’re you acting like such a dick, Hemmings” you let out, clearly frustrated with his childish behaviour. “I’ll stop acting like a dick, when you get the balls to face me about what happened last night.” his eyes widened as soon as he said this along with everyone else. Calum murmured something about everyone leaving and soon it was just Luke and you in the room. “I didn’t mean that…” he was the first one to speak.

You refrained from looking him in the eye and said softly, “That doesn’t justify anything” He moved around the room trying to come up with some kind of excuse. “W-why did you leave?” he choked out, sounding like a lost little kid. It was your turn to wrack your brain for an excuse but you just couldn’t come up with one. Why had you left. The sex was mind blowing and he was attractive, talented and everything you ever wanted.

“Why me?” you replied with a question. You genuinely wanted to know why he was doing this. He was THE Luke Hemmings. He could get anyone in the world and he has definitely gotten better than you. “I’m just plain old me, I think it’s better if we pretend this didn’t happen.” you said ashamed.

You felt his soft hand underneath your chin and he tilted your face upwards so you could look at him. “What does that even mean, Y/N? You’re fucking amazing and that’s exactly why I can never forget what happened last night. Each passing second I spend with you I find myself falling. I didn’t intend for it to happen Y/N, trust me, I thought through the consequences. Last night was a dream come true and to forget about it would be the greatest crime of all.”

You looked dumbfounded with his confession. You opened your mouth and closed it again, like a fish out of water. He let out a deep breath and walked over to the couch. You went and sat beside him and put your head on his shoulder. “Don’t make me regret what I’m about to say, Luke” He hummed a quiet yes and you continued, “Let’s try.”

“Try what?” he said searching for some kind of confirmation. “Us, Hemmings” you addressed him. Unlike the previous night where everything was passionate and hungry. He leaned in slowly and stopped inches away from your lips. His warm breath fanned your lips and suddenly you felt yourself getting nervous. The feeling disappeared as soon as it came when your lips touched his. You let out a moan you didn’t know you were holding in.

He snaked his arms around your waist and you leaned into him. His hand moved downward and grabbed your thigh before guiding it so you were straddling him. His hands rested on your ass while yours were around his neck. You broke the kiss to take a breath and he left a trail of kisses from your cheek bone down to the little flesh peeping out from your t-shirt. His hands moved upwards and he gave a light squeeze to your boobs. You let out a sigh and mumbled out, “More”

He hummed against your neck and placed one last kiss behind your ear before slowly lifting your t-shirt off of you. Your hands immediately found their place in his hair and tugged at it slightly. He let out a sigh of content and re-attached your lips. Luke unclipped your strapless bra and it fell from your chest. He pinched your nipples and you felt yourself growing more and more aroused. He unbuttoned your blue jeans and his hand slipped in, rubbing your covered clit.

“You’re so wet for me, baby” he said momentarily breaking the kiss. You rested your head on his shoulder as he worked his magic. He moved your underwear aside and  pushed his middle finger inside you. “Luke!” you let out a sound between a gasp and a moan. Adding another finger, he curled them in a ‘come hither’ action rubbing it against your g-spot. “Mhmm” you bit your lip, containing yourself.

He pulled out his hand from your pants and you let out a silent whine at the loss of contact. Not wanting to waste anymore time you pulled off his t-shirt and momentarily got off his lap. You pulled down your jeans and shook your ass a little effectively causing a tent to appear in Luke’s pants. As soon as you took off your panties you went to him and rid him of his pants and boxers as well.

You straddled his lap once again and took his length in your hand, pumping him a few times before you raised your hips and rubbed his swollen tip on your clit. You let out a strangled moan and lowered yourself down on him. You rotated your hips causing Luke to throw his head back and moan aloud. His hands found their way to your hips and stayed there while you continued your assault. You started bouncing up and down with his help and he gripped tightly making sure to leave bruises there. He buried his face in your neck letting out silent moans and groans.

His fingers found your clit and you couldn’t help but scream out his name. “Fuck Luke, harder” The feeling of his calloused fingers on your bundle of nerves was enough to push you over the edge. A string of curse words left your mouth as your body trembled while you came down from your high. You rode off your high while Luke desperately tried to finish himself.

You got up from him and went straight on your knees. Luke was at the edge of the sofa now and you took his length in your hand. You began licking and occasionally sucking his tip while your other hand played with his balls. “Y/N, I’m so close” he glanced at you only to find you looking straight up at him while batting your eyelashes innocently.  You took that moment to deep throat him and you gagged around him. You pulled out and stuck your tongue out ready for him and in another second he came in 3 long spurts.
You swallowed everything and stood up, only to be pulled back down into Luke’s lap. “I can’t lose you, Y/N” he whispered, raw emotion visible on his facial features. “You won’t” you replied and kissed him ever so lightly, letting yourself fall for him, knowing he would catch you at the bottom.


Pairing: Connor Murphy x reader

Words: 1003

Warnings: None? Connor mentions drugs like once and there are beer bottles but that’s about it

Requested by @sxwer: hey!! i tried to leave an ask but it wasn’t working … could u do a Evanxreader where the reader gives Evan his first kiss ? Or even a Connorxreader where the reader is a goody-two-shoes and Connor shows the reader his rebellious ways (that sounds dumb I’m sorry lol)?

A/N: Sorry the last two fics took a long time to get to, my laptop kept crashing !! ((also asks are working now thanks for mentioning that I totally forgot!!)) PS I thought of Con Artist halfway through writing this and I finished writing it and I’m still not sure it’s good but yeah enjoy !!

The library was silent as you flipped through books, reading them and filling out the paper in front of you. It was the final worksheet you needed to finish before you could relax.

Eventually, you let out a sigh of relief, pushing the paper away from you. You were done for the day. When your phone buzzed, your gaze shifted to the device left next to the textbook. A smile made its way across your face as you read the contact name.

From: Con Artist💕

Wanna hang out?

You quickly shot him a reply, before shoving your books back in your backpack and neatly moving your papers into a binder.

To: Con Artist💕

Sure! I just finished studying, meet me at the front of the library?

As soon as you had everything in your backpack, Connor replied.

From: Con Artist💕


You grinned, grabbing your backpack and heading towards the front.

A few minutes passed before you spotted Connor, quickly rushing over to him.

“Hey!” You greeted, changing your pace to match his. The two of you walked in a comfortable silence until you reached Connor’s car.

“Didn’t you get this taken away?” You questioned, opening the door to the passenger seat nonetheless.

“Yeah, now I owe Zoe.” He muttered, climbing into the front seat and starting the car.

“Where are we going?” You asked after a while, watching the trees fly past your vision as Connor drove away from the library.

“I don’t know. My parents will be home and I don’t wanna deal with that.” He shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road.

“We could go to my house.” You suggested. Connor nodded in agreement, making a turn down the road to get to your house.

When you arrived, you quickly greeted your mom who sat on a couch near the door before you rushed into your room with Connor. The two of you sat down on your bed as you opened your laptop to watch a movie.

Two hours later, you shut the laptop, falling backwards on your bed.

“What now?” You glanced at Connor, who merely shrugged. Soon, he leaned backwards so the two of you lay next to each other.

You both lost track of time, talking idly for a few hours. The two of you would ramble on about small things, before you caught a glimpse of your clock.

“Whoa.” You whispered, nodding towards the clock

12:09 AM.

“Damn.” Connor replied quietly. “It’s still pretty early.”

“Early?” You questioned, your gaze shifting from the clock to your boyfriend.

“12 is totally early!” He argued. “Ask Jared!”

“Jared is the worst source you could’ve named. It’s midnight, Connor, that’s late! Ask Evan!”

He rolled his eyes, a slight smile on his face.

“We should take a walk or something.” He craned his neck to look through your window.

“What? No! It’s, like, midnight!” You protested, as Connor stood from his spot on the bed. “Connor we are not sneaking out of my house in the middle of the night!”

But he was already climbing out your window. As you watched him drop down onto the cool grass of your backyard, you sighed, following the boy reluctantly.

Climbing down from your bedroom window, on the second floor, was harder than Connor made it out to be. Slipping, you let out a yelp and landed on the ground, facing the sky.

“You alright?” Connor asked, helping you up.

You groaned in response, grabbing Connor’s hand and walking with him through your yard. Reaching the gate, it opened with a loud creak. You froze, looking at Connor with fear.

“Chill, no one can hear your stupid ass gate.” He assured you, walking out into the barren road.

It was calming, walking down the street with Connor. No one else was there to bother the two of you.

Soon enough, Connor led you to an old junkyard. The metal and old cars that filled the lot felt eerie in the night, but Connor strolled through with confidence.

“Wait up!” You hissed, not realizing he had already stalked off without you.

“Catch up.” He responded, slowing down to walk next to you.

As you walked, you noticed the copious amount of beer bottles littering the place.

“Jeez, drink much?” You commented quietly.

“This is the classic teen hangout spot. Of course there’s gonna be alcohol.”

“Really?” You asked, following Connor into a concrete building covered in graffiti and cracks in the walls.

“Yeah, kids do drugs and shit here all the time.”

“What?!” You squeaked, surprised.

“Y/N, you’re such a goody-two-shoes.” Connor laughed. You couldn’t help but join him, finding Connor’s laugh contagious.

“You should laugh more.” You whispered, changing the subject.

“Hm?” He wondered, not hearing what you’d said.

“I mean- just, your laugh is really pretty.” You felt your face heat up with embarrassment, avoiding Connor’s stare.

When Connor didn’t respond, you looked up to see him staring at you, a pink tint to his cheeks. You took the opportunity to lean towards him, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. Connor’s face grew redder, and you couldn’t contain your laughter as Connor tried to hide his blush.

“We should do this more often.” You said quietly.

“We should.”

Nothing Bad After All

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Word Count: 1,333

Request: Hi, can you please do a fic for Newt Scamander, when the reader is terrified of doctors and she keeps on putting off going to the doctor for stomach pain she been having and Newt finally convinces her to go? I actually have a health scare right now and I’m terrified it might actually be something serious. Sorry if the prompt is vague.

I hope it’s nothing serious and that you make a full recovery! I’m SOOOO sorry this took forever to get out. I really don’t have an excuse…

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You groaned and rolled over in bed, burying your face in the pillow. Newt sat up and studied you in concern, twining his fingers with yours. “What’s wrong, love?” he asked, gently rubbing circles into the back of your hand with his thumb. It was a thing he did when you were stressed, or when he felt like you needed comforting.

“I dunno, Newt. It’s just…nothing. Never mind,” you mumbled, shifting backward so your back was pressed against his chest. 

“Y/N, what is it? Your stomach again?” he said. “Does the medicine I gave you not work?” Sometime last week, you had rather offhandedly mentioned a pain in your stomach, and Newt, being the caring, attentive person he is, quickly mixed up a homemade remedy of various medicinal herbs he had lying around. It had worked for a time, and the pain subsided, but it came back a few days later with a vengeance. 

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Faking It (Part Eleven)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: I like my language

Series Summary: When a young billionaire who’s a former friend of yours becomes the target for the Avengers, you’re sent on an undercover mission. The mission should be easy; one week on the Upper East Side with Bucky as your “boyfriend.” The only problem? The two of you can’t stand each other. 

Note: sorry I’m posting so late again. I had a lot going on today, but this part is longer than usual so hopefully it’s worth the wait?

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Your name: submit What is this?

“No, the gift bags go over there,” you point to a table on the far end of the club, barely looking up at your tablet as you do so, “And how are we doing with the liquor license? We can’t have a club without alcohol.” You’re about to launch a full investigation when your phone rings. Seeing that it’s Steve, you glance desperately at Bucky, silently begging him for help. He nods before going to oversee some of the million things you’re trying to do at once.

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The draft of my reclass proposal is done!!!!!!

I still have tons of edits to do and amongst other things it’s 15.5 pages when it’s supposed to be 12.

But I do not care because I did it and it’s all downhill from here (at least until I start working on the oral presentation side of things but w/e).