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Topangas Daughters

Topanga Matthews was a smart women. ‘The smartest mommy there ever was’ according to her son. So she wanted to hit herself when she didn’t figure it out sooner.

“What kind of idiot gives up a top school for someone else?” She demanded.

“You,” her daughter responded, “you gave up Yale for dad.”

Oh shit.

“Honey,” she said that night in bed to her husband.

“Yeah?” He asked, grabbing her hand under the covers.

“The girls are in love,” she whispered. And Cory just laughed.

“Took you this long? I’ve known for years…”

Angel With Orders

What if Castiel bringing Dean back from the dead wasn’t the first time he met the Winchester siblings? 

Characters: Castiel x Winchester sister!reader + Sam and Dean (all kids), Lucifer and John (mentioned)

Words: About 1400

A/N: Usually, I’m really picky about things being canon, and I spend like hours researching to make sure, which sometimes actually kills my inspiration. While this time, I didn’t really have the time, and I just wanted to write, so if some things don’t really make sense with the storyline of the show, I’m sorry. 

Originally posted by magneticcas

Just because Kira from Orphan Black is soooo cute.

Your name: submit What is this?

Castiel stands outside of the motel, hidden amongst the trees of the forest surrounding the small town. The wind blows through the crowns of the trees, making the branches slightly bend in its force. It’s in the middle of the night and the only light sources are the moon and the stars above, and the dimmed light of a lamp placed on the windowsill inside one of the motel rooms.

That’s the one. That room.

The angel of the Lord is here on orders. He’s been told that he needs to kill a girl.

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Lost and Found [2] Reuniting with Sam

Hello! I was asked to write about Sam and the reader’s reunion as a part 2 of this one, so I did :)

Characters: Sam + Dean Winchester x Winchester sister!reader

Words: 800

Tags: @daughters-and-winsisters, @evyiione, @samanddeanshotsis, @darkestgrungeuniverse

Originally posted by becauseoppositesattract

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My “Flirting Skills” are “Rusty”

Title : My “Flirting Skills” are “Rusty”

Pairing : Castiel X Reader

Word Count : 2,958

Prompt : Castiel likes you, you like him. There is only one problem; his people skills are a bit rusty. Luckily, Dean Winchester comes to the rescue. What could go wrong?

Note from Madlee : Yes, I used some concepts from the movie Hitch, and why not, its a great movie, so if you like, go check it out! :)

“Thanks for dinner, guys.” You said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before you turned to fumble for your motel key.

“Yeah, it was a nice change of pace,” Sam nodded, heading off with his laptop for his room, giving you a swift hug. “See you in the morning, Y/N.”

“Yeah, sweet dreams, Sam!” You tussled Sam’s hair affectionately and he swatted you away with a smile before he disappeared into the motel room across from yours.

“Remember, we are right across the hall if you need anything.” Dean reminded you, pulling you into a swift hug with a grin. “Anything at all…”

You laughed and slapped him away. “I’m not that drunk, Dean.”

Dean pulled his lips into a pout. “Darn.”

You shoved him away good-naturedly. “You are so weird.”

“Yeah, but you love me.”

You shook your head and turned back to your key. “I guess.” You chuckled. “Sometimes.”

You almost didn’t say goodnight to Castiel. Not because you had forgotten he was standing there like a statue, but rather the exact opposite. You were hyper-aware of his presence, as always. God, he was hot. You were never sure of how much attention to give him, because you didn’t want to look like you were obsessed with him, despite the fact that you were.

It made sense, at least you thought so, but then, your brain was messed up on a major crush, so you couldn’t exactly rely on logic.

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, turning to Castiel. “Goodnight, Cas.”

The angel stared at you for a few moments, his blue eyes burning into yours. You were sure a blush was working its way onto your cheeks as you stared at him. He swallowed and gave a slight nod to you, his face serene as always. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

It took you a few seconds to drag your eyes away from him to go into your room and close the door behind you.

Castiel stayed still, staring after you at the number on your door.


Castiel lowered his head, his eyes narrowed at his shoes when he heard Dean’s voice. Slowly, he dragged his gaze up to meet the Winchester’s green eyes. Dean was leaning against the wall, his arms folded over his chest, his eyebrows raised in criticism. “What the heck was that?”

Castiel stared at Dean for a moment, his hands clenched at his sides. “I said goodnight.”

Castiel watched as Dean let out an exasperated groan. “Exactly.”

Castiel narrowed his eyes. “Was that not the correct response to her statement?”

“Dude!” Dean took a step toward Castiel, but then he seemed to regain a bit of his composure as he patted the angel on the shoulder. “Look, that was technically the ‘correct response’, but that’s not what I told you to do! Remember what we talked about last night?”

Castiel turned away, his cheeks growing red with shame. “I’m not very good at this, Dean.”

Dean let out a tight sigh. “Man, you are awful.” Castiel shot Dean a look, but the Winchester didn’t seem to care at all. “It’s like you’ve never flirted in your life! That was painful to watch. Did you even talk to her when Sam and I left the table?”

Cas narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. “I complimented her…”

Dean waited few seconds for Cas to continue, and when he didn’t, Dean leaned forward, prompting, “Yeah? What did you compliment? Her eyes? Her dress? Her hair?”

Castiel was quite still for a moment. He looked down, his fingers flying to his tie and he messed with it sheepishly, muttering under his breath.

“What did you say?” Dean questioned, not hearing.

“I complimented her choice in toothpaste.”

There was a minute of total silence.

Dean stared at Castiel; the angel stared back.

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Favorite part(s) of each song in Hamilton
  • <b> Alexander Hamilton:</b> "TIIIIIIIIME OHHHHHH"<p><b>Aaron Burr, Sir:</b> Revolutionary Bros™<p><b>My Shot:</b> "I'm PAST patiently waiting I'm PASSionately SMASHin every expectATION every ACTion's an ACT of creATIon"<p><b>Story of Tonight:</b> "Raise a glass to the four of us, tomorrow there'll be more of us"<p><b>Schuyler Sisters:</b> Angelica SLAYING Burr<p><b>Farmer Refuted:</b> "My dog speaks more eloquently than thee"<p><b>You'll Be Back:</b> "I will kill your friends and family... To remind you of my love"<p><b>Right Hand Man:</b> "I HAVE SOME FRIENDS: LAURENS, MULLIGAN, MARQUIS DE LAFAYETTE OKAY WHAT ELSE"<p><b>Winter's Ball:</b> "Hey ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Hey ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Hey ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Hey ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)<p><b>Helpless:</b> " I'm just saying if you really loved me you would share him" "HA!"<p><b>Satisfied:</b> " To your UUUUUUNIOOOOOOOON and the hope that you PROVIIIIIIIIIIDE"<p><b>Story of Tonight (Reprise):</b> "oh shit..."<p><b>Wait For It:</b> EVERYTHING THIS SONG IS A MASTERPIECE<p><b>Stay Alive:</b> "I'M A GENERAL, WHEEEEE!!" + "Chikaplow!"<p><b>Ten Duel Commandments:</b> "Okay so we're doing this"<p><b>Meet Me Inside:</b> "Son" "I'm notcha son"<p><b>That Would Be Enough:</b> "Let me be a part of the narrative in the story they will write someday. Let this moment be the first chapter where you decide to stay"<p><b>Guns and Ships:</b> Lafayette TAKIN THIS HORSE BY THE REINS MAKIN REDCOATS REDDER WITH BLOODSTAINS<p><b>HHIEOY:</b> "You have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story"<p><b>Yorktown:</b> Tbh this whole song is so lit<p><b>What Comes Next:</b> "Awesome! Wow!"<p><b>Dear Theodosia:</b> "I'm dedicating every day to you"<p><b>Non-Stop:</b> "Yo who the f is this?" + "Lesgo"<p><b>What'd I Miss:</b> "Where have you been?" "Umm France?"<p><b>Cabinet Battle #1:</b> "Thomas, that was a real nice declaration. Welcome to the present, we're running a real nation. Would you like to join us? Or stay mellow doing whatever the hell it is you do in Monticello?"<p><b>Take A Break:</b> Philip rapping while Eliza beatboxes + "ALEXAAAAANDERR" "Hi."<p><b>Say No To This:</b> "Stayyy" "Heyyy" + "Fuuuuuuu"<p><b>TRWIH:</b> "My god! In god we trust but we'll never really know what got discusses. Click-boom then it happened"<p><b>Schuyler Defeated:</b> That subtle key-change tho<p><b>Cabinet Battle #2:</b> "... France" + "You must be outta your GOD DAMN MIND"<p><b>Washington On Your Side:</b> Madison's diction +"SOUTHERN MOTHER FUCKING DEMOCRATIC REPUBLICANS"<p><b>One Last Time:</b> "George Washington's going hoooooome"<p><b>I Know Him:</b> "They will tear each other into pieces Jesus Christ this will be fun!"<p><b>Adams Administration:</b> "Sit down John YOU FAT MOTHERFUCKSTICK"<p><b>We Know:</b> "You see that was my wife who you decided to" "WAAAAAAT?"<p><b>Hurricane:</b> "I wrote my way out of hell, I wrote my way to revolution, I was louder than the crack of the bell"<p><b>Reynolds Pamphlet:</b> Angelica ROASTING Hamilton<p><b>Burn:</b> "You forfeit all rights to my heart, you forfeit your place in out bed, you sleep in your office instead, with memories of when you were mine"<p><b>Blow Us All Away:</b> "How bout when I get back we all strip down to our socks?" + "My name is Philip. I am a poet. And I'm a little nervous but I can't show it"<p><b>Stay Alive (Reprise):</b> "Is he breathing? Is he going to survive this? Who did Alexander did yoU KNOW?!"<p><b>It's Quiet Uptown:</b> "You hold your child as tight as you can and push away the unimaginable"<p><b>Election of 1800:</b> "Jefferson has beliefs. Burr has none."<p><b>Your Obedient Servant:</b> "Here's an itemized list of 30 years of disagreements" "Sweet Jesus"<p><b>BOW+BOW:</b> Eliza being a perfect cinnamon roll who deserved so much better<p><b>The World Was Wide Enough:</b> "THIS MAN WILL NOT MAKE AN ORPHAN OF MY DAUGHTER" + Alex's monologue + "He aims his pistol at the skY WAIT!"<p><b>WLWDWTYS:</b> Eliza.<p>

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List 1, #78 with Mojo Rawley

#78- “Can you be romantic for once?” (Mojo Rawley)

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Originally posted by wefightonfridaynight

        I looked at Mojo as he began jumping up and down, back and forth; an energizer bunny. It was his routine before matches and even though been together for the last seven year, something I still had to get used to.

       “This is a major match for me tonight. I can’t mess it up.” Mojo cheered. His grin was huge and I watched as the referees ushered him towards the curtains.

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Permission (Newt)

{Requested by @world-of-idea}

Request/description: have you ever considered doing ships? If not, could you write newt fanfict where the girl character is thomas’ little sister and newt’s a bit scared of having feelings for her but eventually they both end up together with Thomas “blessing”.

A/N: I’m sorry this has taken so long and that I’ve procrastinated writing. I’m focusing of school first, then writing when I can.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1432


He hated you.

Well, sort of.

He hated the way you made him feel. It scared him. He was usually fine in the Glade, on a normal day. But that all had to change when you arrived, didn’t it? Because now, he could think of nothing else. Just you. The way you smiled and how your hair would softly brush against your cheek when the wind blew. He’d laugh whenever you rolled your eyes a Minho or stuck your tongue out at Thomas.

These were the little things that made his heart trip over itself. The little things that changed Newt forever.


“Could you hurry it up, Y/N?” Thomas said behind you as you laced up your shoes.

You finished your right shoe and internally rolled your eyes at Thomas. You moved to your left and made sure to take twice as long tying the two strings together. Thomas groaned and leaned against the Runners hut, tapping his fingers against the door frame impatiently.

After a whole minute had passed, you finally stood up straight and brushed off your pants. “Ready,” you smirk.“

"You know, why couldn’t Chuck be my sister?” Thomas sighed. “He doesn’t take an entire year to tie his shoes.”

You shrug. “You shouldn’t have rushed me.”

Thomas pushes your shoulder lightly and jogs in front of you to the opening in the Glade. You follow closely and even attempt to step on the back of his shoe. You kept missing thought and to your disappointment, you reached the Glade before you could get it to come off.

Minho waved to you from Frypans kitchen and you nodded back. It was his day off so you and Thomas got to run together. Wonderful.

You put your hands on your hips, waiting for the Maze doors to open. You glance around and look at all the others who were already awake. Some of the builders, Alby, Newt and Frypan.

Newt stood from his work and leaned on the rake he was using. He looked up to you and squinted against the rising sun. When he realized you were looking, he froze and held up a hand in a rigid pose. You guessed he was attempting to say hello, but he looked like he was in pain instead. You wave back to him regardless and you can barely see him smile to himself.

Finally the Maze doors open and you follow Thomas out. Then you begin sprinting, ready for another day in the Maze.


Newt waited anxiously for you to get back. It was his favorite part of the day. He got to talk to you and be near you. Even eat with you at dinner if you were back by then. Those were his favorite days.

Finally there was five minutes until the Maze doors were to close, and you followed Thomas out on time, like always. Newt jogged up to you and nudged your shoulder.

“So how was running today?”

You chuckled. “This shuck face won’t shut up.” Thomas narrowed his eyes at you but you didn’t take it back.

Newt grinned and folded his arms. “You should’ve seen him the first day he got here. I’ve never heard so many questions asked before.”

“I’m still waiting to find out who qualified Gally to carry around a potentially deadly ax when he hates everyone. Seriously, who’s bright idea was that?” Thomas shakes his head.

Newt ignores his question and focuses on you. “Y/N,” Newt says anxiously. “Mind if I talk to you?”

You let your comfortable smile slip from your lips and nod. Had you done something wrong as a Runner? Newt was second in command after all and he could remove you from that position if he needed to. But you could’ve sworn that you’d obeyed all the rules…

Thomas promises to finish up all the mapping and let’s you walk to the Homestead with Newt. You lean against one of the pillars there for support and Newt looks from his feet to you.

“I-I can’t explain why, but you frustrate me.” Newts eyebrows folded and you have the urge to trace them. You loved every little thing they did. Heck you loved every part of his face.

“…Sorry? Did I do something wrong?” You ask innocently. You rub at the bone in your elbow.

“No, not at all. Well…” Newt thought for a second before shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut. “No. You can’t help it.”

You raise a single eyebrow and adjust your position. “Newt? Would you please explain why you’re acting so odd?”

Newt took a deep breath and nodded, opening his eyes. “Okay, okay yeah.”

You both wait for a second. You knew the words were waiting to spill from Newts mouth, but it seemed like he didn’t know how to force them out.

“I…like you.”

“But you just said I frustrate you…”

“No, I mean, you do but in a good way.”

You relax your arms and shake your head, laughing lightly at how flustered he was. “Newt, you’re making no sense.”

He lets out a breath he seemed to be holding for an eternity. “Can- can I just…”

Newt gets a little closer and you don’t move. Your breathing slows, nearly stops, and you watch his body language. No way.

He gets close enough to you that you can feel his heat and you still don’t budge. Instead you have the urge to get closer.

Newt watches your eyes closely and looks for any signs that you want him gone. You give none.

You lean that last little distance and press your mouth to his, showing him that now you knew what he meant, and that you felt the same.

It was the first kiss you could remember, but to be honest you were okay with that.

After a moment, Newt pulls away and you find that your hands had wandered up to his neck. You remove them slowly and a smile plays at the corner of your mouth. “Why didn’t you just do that in the first place?”

Newt lets out a relieved chuckle and kisses you again.


Did he have to do this? Yes. He had to, right?

Newt slides a hand down his face and closes his eyes for a moment. Times like this he really wished he could remember life before the Glade.

Thomas had just gotten back from running the next day and Newt walked up next to him as he drank out of a water bottle.


Thomas swallowed the mouthful of water he had and nodded. “What’s up?”

“I need to ask you something about Y/N.” Newt pushed a hand through his hair and let out a breath.

“If she said anything about me face planting in the Maze, it’s not true,” Thomas counters quickly.

Newt gives a confused look but shakes his head. “No, nothing like that. It’s just that I really like her. And, surprisingly she likes me too. I wanted to ask you if it was okay if I dated her. Since you know, you’re my friend and her brother.”

Thomas pauses for a second before bursting out laughing. “You’re asking my permission?”

Newt folded his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Yes.”

“Dude. Of course you can. Maybe now that you two are together she’ll stop talking about you in the Maze. Do you know how many times she’s threatened to break a bone of my body if I told you that?”

Newts cheeks went hot and he laughed a little. “Guess not. But thanks, Tommy.” Newt clapped him on the shoulder and went off to find you.

You were just done getting changed from your running clothes when you heard someone knock at your door. You tell them to come in and they hurriedly do.

Immediately, Newts mouth is on yours. You kiss him back for a second but then put a little distance between you so you can see his face. “Woah there. I was only gone for a couple hours, Newt.”

He shook his head. “That’s not why I’m here.”

You furrow your eyebrows and wait for him to continue.

“I asked Thomas if he’d be alright with us being together and he said it was okay. And that you talk about me.”

You went ridged. “I’m going to kill him,” you mutter to yourself. Then louder to Newt: “That’s amazing! And I can’t believe you asked him.”

“Bad idea?” Newt said cautiously.

You slowly wind your arms around his neck and shake your head. “No, just very sweet.”

“Good,” Newt murmurs.