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The Swap [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

[write-a-thon tag]

Summary: when the unimaginable happens and you see yourself trapped inside your best friend’s body, magic doesn’t seem like child’s play anymore. (Teen!Lin)

Word Count: 4,719

Warnings: A lot of cursing and a lot of dick jokes, lol

A/N: WRITE-A-THON DAY #1 Y’ALL!!!! (and no, you’re not lost, I decided to post this earlier because I’ve been getting a crazy amount of love today and to me this is the best way I can think of to repay you guys) This might be the funniest piece I’ve written in my life. It was so fun to picture the whole situation and to brainstorn with @down4usnavy because she’s THE BEST and thanks to my hamwriters girls for proofreading this mess and @tempfixeliza for reading this also and giving me that ol’ confidence boost. Hope you like it!

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You didn’t believe in magic. At least not anytime after you turned nine years old. But then… You woke up that morning.

You started by noticing you weren’t in your bedroom, was it… Lin’s bedroom? Movie posters, comic books and many, many cassettes, yeah, that was definitely Lin’s bedroom. But you didn’t sleep with him last night, you remembered clearly the moment he dropped you home like he always did and went back to his place.

As your hand moved to your face trying to wake yourself up when you felt… Was that facial hair? Since when did you have a stubble? All the drowsiness that you could possibly have just vanished when you got up from the small bed and ran to the the mirror. You couldn’t blame the dim light coming through the curtains for that.

You were Lin-Manuel.

Worse, you were yourself trapped in Lin-Manuel’s body.

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GREY AREA. (M) | 01

For years you thought up countless scenarios, imagined numerous possibilities, formulated conversations and rehearsed them over and over, until your mouth ran dry. Outcomes and conclusions performed in your head on a repetitive loop. But out of everything you thought up, out of all of the time spent towards thinking about your soulmate, about what could possibly occur, none of it could ever prepare you for what would actually end up being. None of it ever came close to the way it happened when you finally met him.

cr.

“I’d rather be alone, but you’re fermented in my bones.” - Habits of my Heart, Jayme Young

 Pairing: Yoongi/Reader
 Word Count: 4,444
 Genre/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Angst
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And it starts like this:


You’re standing in a party that one of the college fraternities is throwing, music blaring through a pair of speakers so loudly, that the voice of the singer comes out in a buzz. You feel your heart jump with the rhythm leaking into the room. You’re standing in the foyer of the large house, the room filled with too many people to be considered comfortable, bodies bump into you every few seconds, but you can’t find it within you to care.


You watch and laugh as Hoseok, one of your friend’s, does a keg stand. Two boys you don’t recognize, and you’re sure neither Hoseok or Taehyung do either, holding each one of his legs upwards. A number of people have huddled around to cheer him on, screaming out a chorus of, “Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!”

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The Dinner Date

The Dinner Date

Bucky x Reader

Requested by anon;

‘Okay so i had a dream and i need an imagine just like it. So the reader is dating bucky and for the past week or so she becomes distant and he starts to notice. And then when he went out with friends to like a fancy restaurant he sees her there with thor and another couple. Not knowing they’re undercover as a couple he thinks she’s cheating. When thor and reader see bucky they start to panic and start hiding like bringing the menu up in their face so he doesn’t compromise the mission.’

Contains fluff, a brief drowning and Bucky Barnes


If you had closed your eyes for a moment you could almost have willed yourself to imagine you were at the beach with your family; playing chicken with the ocean and laughing at the sand stuck to your ice cream. But your eyes remained open, scanning the room in the flashing red light as your ears protested against the blaring alarm. “Does anyone copy?” You said into the comms, desperately hoping that someone would respond

Water dripped from the ceiling onto your forehead and you wiped it away impatiently. You needed to get out; this boat was sinking, and it was sinking fast. Your ear piece hissed and Steve’s voice came from the other end. “This is Steve, I copy loud and clear. What’s your position?”

“I’m in the cargo hold, and I’ve got something down here that you’re gonna need to see.”

“Y/N, get out of there; you’ll be locked in if this thing takes on too much more water.”

You looked around you and knew he was right; the water was waist high and rising more by the second. In another couple of minutes you wouldn’t be able to get out alive. Not ready to give up, you tried to persuade him to pay you a visit.  “Cap, you need to come and-”

“Work your way back up to the deck, now! We still have hostiles onboard, there isn’t any time.”

You groaned and kicked at the crate in front of you, puzzling frustratedly over the contents. How was it that years after he had stopped manufacturing, you were face to face with a crate full of Stark weapons?

-

You lay on the floor in the quinjet, soaking wet and shivering; you hadn’t seen the hostile until it was too late and she had thrown you overboard. You remembered what it felt like to fall, the moment it had taken you to comprehend what was going on before the ocean slapped you in the back and pulled you under. It was like being encased in ice; you couldn’t move; you couldn’t breathe, despite your lungs desperately trying.

As you had coughed the last of the ocean water from your lungs safely on board the quinjet with Natasha slapping you on the back, Bucky watched in a mixture of relief and horror. How had he missed it? One moment you had been stood six feet away from him; the next you were a ripple in the ocean. There had been a horrible, sickening moment when he had realised you weren’t going to resurface on your own. He hadn’t hesitated to dive in after you, and when he had found you motionless beneath the surface he had prayed to whatever god there was above that you would live.

You gasped for air, turning your head to the side to search for him with stinging eyes. You scanned blurry faces until you found his, watching you feebly. You stretched your shaking hand out to him and he was there in an instant; dripping wet and everything that made you feel safe. Your Bucky. “It’s okay,” He whispered into your hair as you used all of your meager strength to cling to him “you’re going to be okay.”

As his heart ached with joy one unshakeable thought entered his mind; he was most definitely, helplessly and completely in love with you.

-

The next day you lay in bed, feeling like you’d been run over and worrying about most things under the sun, particularly the crate of Stark weapons you had found in the cargo hold of that ship. How had they gotten a hold of them? Tony had gone on a veritable crusade after he shut down his weapons manufacturing division to reclaim any and everything that might have fallen into the wrong hands. Nothing had been unaccounted for; or so you had all thought.

You sat up slowly and groaned in pain. You knew without looking in the mirror that your entire back was bruised from the force you had hit the water with. “FRIDAY?” You asked, picking up the tablet from your bedside table “I’m gonna need your help with something.”

“Tony says you are to be on complete bed rest today, Y/N. I’m not technically supposed to do anything for you other than open netflix.”

You frowned and crossed your legs beneath you. “Then let’s keep this between us for now; we can’t let Tony know any of what I’m about to tell you.”

If FRIDAY had had a physical form, you were sure she would have been rolling her eyes at you. “Fine, but if anyone asks I had nothing to do with this.”

“You’ve got it,” You muttered before elevating your voice “do you have access to who purchased Stark weapons back in the day?”

“Officially or under the table?”

“Let’s start with both for now.”

For the next two hours you sifted through suspects, trying to find any possible connection between them and the ship you had raided last night. Two names brought up red flags; Michelle Henson and Steven Santana. You knew them by reputation, but had never had the pleasure of meeting them in person unlike the rest of the team. Well, that was except for one person… “FRIDAY, have you got a location on Thor right now?”

-

Thor leafed through the file you had given him with all the information you had gathered so far; you had asked FRIDAY to print it for you so there would be no chance of anyone else on the team stumbling across it in your online research files. “And you are sure it is these two who are in possession of the weapons?” He asked, looking up briefly before returning to the file

You shook your head “I’m not sure of anything, but it’s the best lead I’ve got so far.”

Thor nodded slowly, hovering on a photograph of Henson and Santana together. “Are they a couple?”

“Nobody is really sure; they’re definitely business partners though. One never goes to a meeting without the other.”

“How are you planning to contact them?”

You pulled a battered flip phone from your back pocket. “I pulled this from an associate of theirs a few months ago before he went into hiding. I’ll impersonate him through text and say that we’re an interested party. If there’s anything I know for sure about those two it’s that they’re greedy, if there’s even the slightest possibility of getting their hands on some money they’re in.”

Thor closed the file and put it on the water table next to you with a nod. “I will help you, Y/N, as much as I can.”

You let out a sigh of relief and placed a hand on his arm gratefully “Thank you, Thor. I wouldn’t normally ask, but I don’t think I can do this alone. Remember, you can’t tell anyone what we’re doing, not even the team.”

“You have my word.”

The door to the training room opened to reveal a frazzled Bucky Barnes. You quickly removed your hand from Thor’s arm and slid the file down the back of the table out of sight, trying to act casual. Bucky regarded the two of you strangely before clearing his throat and walking into the room. “I’ve been looking all over for you, Y/N. I stopped by your room and you weren’t there, I thought something had happened.” He said, looking at you with a caring intensity

You smiled and grabbed his hand, giving it a light squeeze as your head became a little foggy. You definitely shouldn’t have been out of bed. “I was looking for you,” You lied “I figured you might be in here like you are most Thursday’s.”

You cringed inwardly; you hated lying to him. Especially considering that you prided yourself on the fact that there were no secrets between yourself and Bucky. After dating for three months and having been close friends for nearly three years, you could truly say that you knew the man well. Which also meant that he knew you, which meant he always knew when you were lying. This was going to be hard.
“Well, here I am.” He smiled, putting an arm around you “C’mon, let’s go watch a movie and eat pizza.”

You closed your eyes and smiled as you walked out of the room, deciding to leave all thoughts of the mission behind until at least tomorrow morning. “Fine, but only if it has copious amounts of ham and pineapple.”

“You monster, fruit doesn’t belong on a pizza.”

“That’s what you think.”

-

You woke up the next morning in Bucky’s arms with a half eaten slice of pizza lay on your chest. At this point, you really weren’t sure who’s it was, and you didn’t particularly care. You picked it up and were about to take a bite when you heard it. A faint tapping at the window. Gently disentangling yourself from Bucky and grabbing your gun from underneath your pillow, you cautiously approached and raised the blind with your gun raised and your finger poised over the trigger ready. What you found on the other side made you blink in surprise. A large, inquisitive raven sat on the windowsill staring right at you. Trepidly, you opened the window and lowered your gun. It was then that you notice it; the small piece of paper tied to its left leg.

You made short work of the knot and took the heavy paper in your hands, unfolding it delicately to read the the message scrawled upon it;

Y/N,

I thought this means of communication would be more secretive than electronic messaging. I have spoken to Stark and informed him that you are assisting me with some reasearch on infinity stones for the next week. You will need to meet me at 16:00 in the garage to discuss things further. Please send your correspondence with a raven in future.

Thor Odinson :)

How the fuck were you supposed to find a raven to reply with? You shook your head, tearing the letter to pieces and taking it into the bathroom where you flushed it down the toilet. You looked at your watch and resolved that you had two hours before you had to meet Thor. That was plenty of time to eat leftover pizza and watch How I Met Your Mother. How would you explain your absence to Bucky though? You would have already told him by now that you were going to research on infinity stones. There was no way you could get that past him, right?

-

“Thor, for the last time; I don’t have the time nor the inclination to find and train a raven for this.” You groaned, leaning against the hood of one of Tony’s cars

Thor looked indignant “We must be discreet.”

You rolled your eyes “Yeah, because a raven screams discretion.”

He shook his head “Enough. What news have you on Santana and Henson?”

You pulled the flip phone out of your back pocket and passed it to Thor. “They replied in the early hours of this morning, agreeing to meet with us on the east coast in two days. I gave them your phone number for future contact. I think we should go tomorrow and sweep the area; check they haven’t set any traps. These guys are serious, we’d be idiots to go in blind.”

“Tomorrow.” Thor agreed, passing you the phone as he mulled something over in his mind

“What is it?”

He twirled his hands nervously and avoided eye contact. “I think it would be wise to distance yourself from Barnes until this over.”

You felt a weight drop into your stomach. “Why? Do you think I can’t pull this off?”

“I am in no doubt of your skills, Y/N. However you and Barnes are extremely close, and I think it would pain you to keep this from him.”

“It would pain me to be away from him as well, Thor.”

He smiled and shook his head “There will be plenty of time for you both to spend together when this is done, but for now you should be careful. We are doing this for Stark, not for ourselves.”

You nodded heavily. He was right; as much as it was going to hurt, you needed to back away from Bucky for a while to help save Tony from the demons of his past.

-

The past week had gone by in a terrible blur; you found undercover work taxing enough without trying to keep it from everyone. You would leave so early in the morning that nobody was awake, and arrive back at such random intervals that nobody would know you were there. It was torture. All you wanted to do was tell the team all about it; you wanted to moan to Nat about how Henson and Santana had automatically assumed that you and Thor were a couple, so that meant you had to pretend to be one which was embarrassing for everyone involved; you wanted to laugh with Sam and Clint about how Santana wore far too much aftershave and was covered in so much fake tan that he was practically a carrot; and you wanted to ask Steve how you should handle this strategically, because he was the one you always went to for guidance in these situations. But most importantly of all, you wanted to tell Bucky how much you missed him.

Bucky had been much harder to avoid than the rest of the team; when you walked into the building he would always be waiting outside your door to see you with that agonisingly perfect smile on his face. You were running out of excuses about why you couldn’t talk to him, and quite frankly you didn’t have the will to put him off for much longer. This mission had better come to a close, and fast. Thankfully, tomorrow was the day the transaction would be completed; you and Thor had to go to a restaurant (one not too far from the compound, actually) and have dinner with Henson and Santana. While you dined, the valet would drive your car to a garage on the other side of town to fill with the goods so that by desert everything would be ready to go.

You and Thor had argued over how the transaction should be handled; he had wanted to take them down once and for all to bring an end to their chaotic deeds. You had told him that, for now, it was more important to get a hold of the weapons. Besides, now that you had both established a relationship with them it would be easier to set a trap later. As you both pulled up outside the restaurant in your eveningwear, you felt a little anxious. “Thor?”

“Yes?” He asked, straightening his tie

“Are you sure we can pull this off?”

He turned to you and smiled kindly “There is no doubt in my mind.”

You had every intention to reply, but before you knew it your door was being opened for you and you were both walking into the building arm in arm. You took in a deep breath and closed your eyes. It was going to be fine. Everything was going to go smoothly.

-

Bucky had been hesitant to accept the invitation to dinner he had received earlier that day, but he had attended on the grounds that he needed something to cheer him up. He lifted a glass of water to his lips and tried to look as though he was invested in the conversation going on at the other end of the table. If he was being completely honest, he hardly knew any of the people he was dining with; it was a birthday meal for Greg, the guy Bucky had been hanging out with a little recently from his book club. Greg, it turned out, was not much fun to be around when alcohol was involved. Lifting his sixth glass of scotch to his lips, Greg slurred the beginnings of another story nobody particularly wanted to hear.

Bucky found his gaze drifting through the room, taking in the different dishes of food and discussions around him. He had been particularly engrossed in lip reading a conversation between two men when he saw it out of the corner of his eye; the edge of your blue dress.

Everybody has a little black dress, Buck.” You had told him some weeks ago while you were getting ready to go out “But the real secret is to have an elegant blue one,”

He directed his gaze to the table you were seated at and couldn’t stop himself gaping in disbelief. It was definitely you, no doubt about it. He could distinctly make out your profile from across the room; you looked a little anxious, underneath the table your leg bounced up and down so violently it shook the table. A hand reached across and covered yours, in an instant your leg stopped shaking and you donned a perfect mask of composure. Bucky looked over to your dining partner and died a little inside as he recognised Thor sat opposite you with a smile. What the hell was going on? His stomach twisted unpleasantly. He knew exactly what was going on. It all made sense now; your near-constant avoidance of him over the past week; how much time you had been spending with Thor on ‘research’. You were cheating on him.

Bucky was about to walk over to the two of you and demand an explanation when a strangely familiar orange man and a relatively pale by comparison woman waltzed over to your table and embraced the two of you. As you embraced the woman your eyes met Bucky’s over her shoulder and you jolted in panic.

-

Shit. Shit. Shit! What the hell was Bucky doing here? And who the hell was he with? You quickly tore your gaze away, painting on a fake smile as you all took your seats and began to exchange pleasantries. You swiftly kicked Thor underneath the table and inclined your head ever so slightly towards Bucky, who was staring at the four of you in bewilderment. Thor’s eyes widened so much you were briefly concerned that they would fall out of his head before he began choking on his drink. Miss Michelle Henson- who had been flirting terribly with Thor all goddamned week- hit him delicately on the back, her exquisite features twisting into a delicate mask of concern. “Are you okay?” She asked, her voice as smooth as velvet

“He’s fine,” You assured, swatting away Santana’s orange hand as it tried to rest on your knee underneath the table

The man made an indignant noise and sipped from his wine glass, grimacing at the unpleasant bouquet. You picked up your menu and held it in front of your face, beckoning Thor to join you behind it. He raised an eyebrow, face still flushed from coughing, and ducked behind the menu with you. Henson and Santana looked at the two of you in confusion. “Do you mind?” You asked, impatiently gesturing between yourself and Thor “We just need a minute.”

They exchanged a look and reluctantly turned away. Thor peeked over the top of the menu and briefly locked gazes with Bucky, who raised an eyebrow at the pair of you before Thor ducked back behind the refuge of the menu again. “What is he doing here?” You mouthed

I have no idea!” Thor mouthed back, looking more than a little perturbed

You eyed Bucky from behind the menu, who waved at you painfully. Shit. “What do we do?

Why must I be the one with the solutions?! He is your associate!

Associate? He isn’t some guy I say hi to in the street! I’m in love with him for crying out loud!

Double shit. Thor smiled as the realisation of what you had just admitted flowered across your face. You were in love with him. “I’m in love with him…” You whispered to yourself in bewilderment

Michelle peeked at the two of you over her slender shoulder. “Is everything alright?”

You flashed what you hoped looked like a dazzling smile and nodded. “Fine, thank you Michelle; I was just telling Thor that I-”

“Thor?” Santana asked, turning into the conversation “What is that, a nickname?”

You gave a short laugh and shook your head, trying to think on your feet. “Well we saw a woman in the street earlier today who was convinced that he wa-”

“Good evening,” A familiar voice said from behind you, loaded with rage

Oh please no. You turned in you seat to see Bucky stood behind you, looking very hurt. How on earth were you going to talk your way out of this? He looked around the table and crossed his arms “Anyone want to tell me what the hell is going on?”

Everyone exchanged a look; two men at the table next to you took a sudden interest in events and didn’t bother to hide their gaze. Santana gasped and pointed at Bucky “You! I remember you!”

“I’m sure this man is not whoever you’re thinking of, Mr Santana.” You panicked, kicking Bucky lightly in the shin

A group of women at the table behind you nudged each other discreetly and nodded in your direction. Bucky crinkled his brow and regarded Santana “Who the hell is this bastard?”

“This is the bastard who had his leg broken by you last year,” Santana growled, his orange skin turning red “twice.”

Thor groaned and threw his head into his hands as Bucky frowned and waved a dismissive hand at the man. “Whatever, I don’t care about that.” He turned his gaze to you and Thor who were both on the verge of banging your heads against the table “What I do care about though, is why the hell you are on a date with my girlfriend. Anyone care to explain? Thor, perhaps?”

“Barnes,” Thor said, regaining some composure “you are mistaken-”

Henson gasped and stood up from her chair upon studying Thor closely “It’s a goddamned set up! They’re a part of the Avengers!”

Bucky raised an eyebrow “What do you mean a set up?”

Michelle fished around in her bag and pulled a small gun out of it. Shit. You looked at Thor who had discreetly stuck his hand out to summon Mjolnir while you slowly started to reach for the gun you had strapped to your leg. “Steven, we’ve been compromised. We need to leave, now.” She hissed, dragging him out of his seat by the sleeve of his dinner jacket

You got a solid grip on your gun and tore it from its holster; you didn’t want this to end in a shootout, but there was no way you could let them get away from this. Without them, there was no hope of reclaiming Tony’s weapons. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d really prefer it if the two of you stayed.” You said as coolly as you could, sipping from your glass of water with your gun pointed directly at the other woman “After all, dinner really isn’t the same without company,”

A sudden crash came from the window as Mjolnir flew through it into Thor’s waiting palm. A woman sat near where the window had been let out a sudden scream. “Let’s not make a meal of this,” The woman smiled sweetly, aiming the gun at Bucky “I would hate for anyone to get hurt.”

Bucky squared his jaw and stared at the woman in defiance as your heart leapt into your mouth. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye and felt a nervous sweat creep up the back of your neck. “Let me make one thing clear, Miss Henson.” You said, desperately trying to stop the slight tremor in your hand “If you cause any civilian casualties today, you will be tried and prosecuted in a court of law for your actions; but if you so much as touch this man standing next to me, I will eviscerate you.”

She scoffed, trying to maintain her composure even though it was clear she had lost it a few seconds ago. Her gun now pointed in your direction. “And if I decide to kill you instead?”

“Then the outcome will still be the same,” Bucky said, stepping towards her menacingly “I can promise you that.”

She and Santana exchanged a glance and nodded before she slowly placed the gun down on the table. “A wise choice.” Thor said, grinning at you as he stepped forward to secure them

-

After the rest of the team had been called in to apprehend the car full of explosives and Henson and Santana had been formally arrested, you found yourself stood in the women’s bathroom staring at yourself in the mirror; you looked tired, and pale even by your standards. You heard the door open and ducked your head, not wanting to talk to Bucky just yet. “So the legends are true,” Tony said, walking into view with a smile “the ladies bathroom really does smell nicer.”

You rolled your eyes and turned off the running faucet beneath you. “There’s also a portal to another dimension behind the mirror,”

“That, I didn’t know about.”

Tony sat on the counter beside the sink as you turned to grab a paper towel. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” He said truthfully “what the two of you have done is just sickeningly thoughtful, and it makes me seriously re-think the Christmas gifts I’ve bought for the two of you.”

You smiled, tossing your paper towel into the bin with a shrug “We just didn’t want to drag you back into the past; I figured it would only upset you.”

Tony shook his head and hopped down off the counter  “What upsets me is that neither of you told me what was going on; if something had gone dreadfully wrong and one of you had died just for the sake of protecting my feelings-”

“We’re a team, Tony. You’d do the same for us,”

He smiled and put an arm around your shoulder “Come on, kid. Let’s go back to the compound and order enough pizza to make us all sick for a week.”

“Sounds great, but there’s something I’ve got to do first.”

-

Bucky was the only one left in the restaurant when you walked in; all the diners had been vacated and the staff sent home. He was sat at a table staring intently at a silver fork. You wrung your hands in front of you nervously. What were you going to say? Summoning your bravery, you walked into the room lightly knowing he would hear your tread.

Sure enough, he turned in his chair and smiled at you tiredly “Hey doll,” He whispered, standing and closing the distance between you

You looked up into his eyes and felt a rush of love and fear fill your veins. “I’m sorry,” You said without drawing breath “for everything; I wanted to tell you, I really did but I was worried that if I did then I would somehow screw it all up. And then you were nearly shot and I-”

Bucky held up his hand to silence you and smiled “I’m sorry too; I should have known you were undercover when I saw you. I guess I was just worried that you and Thor were- well, you know.”

You laughed a little and shook your head, pulling him into a tight embrace. “Hey Bucky?” You whispered

“Yes?”

“I realised something earlier when I saw you giving Thor and I the death stare.”

“And what was that?”

You took in a deep breath and replied “That I love with you,”


You felt a chuckle vibrate through his chest and looked up, feeling a little hurt that he thought your feelings for him were amusing. He met your eyes and smiled, brushing his thumb across your cheekbone as he brought his lips to your ear, breathing in the scent of your perfume as he whispered the words “I love you too.”

(Credit to @toastburninglucy the writer of this request if you wanna send love, leave a comment (not an ask to this blog as she won’t see it), or go over to her blog and send her the love there. Thank you for taking on the request. - Rosalee)

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(hello, yes, im turtle garbage and i like leaving this jerk confused cus i love him and its late)

You’re sitting on a far corner of the couch in the lair, away from the boys who currently are ogling some hot chick on TV. Which wasn’t all that abnormal, but with the funk you currently are in, it’s just grating on your nerves. No one notices really, because, well, you’re always quiet. So, who knew the difference between sulking and just sitting there?

The whole reason you were in this slump to begin with was a simple cut on your cheek from training with master splinter. You were always distracted, never wanted to talk to him about it as he offered, but you always thought about it and over thought on it. Mikey had been the only one to even mention it when the group had gotten back from patrol, and innocently he’d kissed it ‘to make it better’. Which under normal circumstances, would have been a cute gesture. However, you’d had about thirty minutes of self-seclusion to over think on it and the current TV situation was just adding fuel to the flame. And then that was it, you snapped.

Not in a psychotic way, but you’d simply had enough and spoke up in a snotty tone.

“You would like a slutty girl like that.”

All four boys looked over at you with mild surprise. Even Donny who wasn’t even paying attention to the TV.

“What?” Leo asked, clearly confused why you would say something like that at all.

You scrunched your nose and showed some teeth in disgust at the situation,
“I dunno, it just is so typical. You and Raph are the type of guys who would only pay attention to hour glass bodies in too-tight-too-short dresses.” None of them said anything but exchanged confused looks.
In the whole year and a half your homeless ass had crashed with them, never had you sounded so disgusted or annoyed, and that includes the time Mikey knocked you into a pool of sewage while trying to teach you how to navigate down there.

You huffed in annoyance and gripped at the sleeves of your high school hoody. It was a small comfort when you had nothing, it had always been so soft on the inside and warm enough to keep the chill off.
“Guys always look at girls like that, the ones who look like they’d sleep with any one given half a chance.”

“Well aren’t you pissy.” Raph spoke up, he sounded more amused with your irritation than angry, but you could hear the small bit of it that dared you to direct anything at him. So, you did. Of corse. After all, he was why you were pissy any way.

“Oh Jesus Christ Raph, you have fucking comics and magazines and posted of half-naked chicks like that all over. Of course, I’m pissy!” There it was, the shift from amused to angry. It was plain as day on his face, but buttons must be pushed.
“I mean, hell, I get it. Your strong and built for a chick like that. I know you’ve never been to a high school, just you really are a Jock at heart. You deserve a dumb ass cheerleader. I mean, hell, I’ve seen you watch April, and she’s pretty close. Tiny waist, nice hips. Too bad she doesn’t have the boobs your posters do, or I bet you’d make an enemy out of Donny real quick.”

Clearly agitated, you half pulled your hair, half scratched at your scalp. Yeah, half of this was jealousy, but it really was annoying to constantly be reminded of what you can never look like. You had a shape similar to them, but it came with a whole lot of extra. At least to you it seemed that way. Usually you just hid it under your hoody and cargo pants though. Baggy clothes could hide anything if you tried hard enough. But it wasn’t just that, you were in no way the pretty girl every guy wanted; even a mutated one. You hated the feeling of makeup, couldn’t even afford it if you wanted it, never really did anything with your hair, weren’t exactly stupid, but definitely weren’t smart enough to make up for how you looked either.

Mikey and Donny had eased away from the about-to-be-fight, leaving poor Leo to squish himself into the couch as best he could. They all knew Raph wouldn’t start a fight with you, but it was awkward to be around, especially since 99% of the time you were the compliant one and hardly argued with anything or anyone ever. Leo was clearly dying on the inside and at a loss at what to do or say and it was too late to get up and move away from between the two of you or he’d get stuck in the cross hair somehow.

“And you know me so well do ya?” Raph had his hands clutched but you didn’t notice, you were focused on the stare down between the two of you.

“I know your type.”

“My type!?” His hollering caused the sensitive TV to lose its vertical hold, “I have a type!? Look at me! I’m not a fucking Jock, I’m a god damned turtle!”

“Human, Turtle, Still the same thing. Both are dicks who only care about how someone looks.”

“Are you serious right now!?”

Raph had only meant to move the table out of the way but managed to flip the whole thing over in his hurried anger. Screw it though, everyone was more or less used to that kind of behavior from him anyway. Or he thought so up until it made you hop to your feet and puff out your chest like you had some kind of chance against him. He could see the fear and anger and complete hurt he didn’t understand and any thought that might have slithered through the back of his mind about knocking you around like his brothers was completely gone. True to form, you wouldn’t back down and he had always liked that in people, even when it was stupid to. He respected it, even from someone who was usually so quiet and self-restrained.

“And what if I wasn’t.” The words poured out more like venom than a real question, which it clearly was rhetorical anyhow, and you hesitated.

And Then everything was silent. Accept the static-y TV still playing the cop show. The three silent brothers exchanged very confused, very quick, glances. There was no way they were missing this… Whatever this was.

Raphael moved a step back, which considering the height difference between the two of you, was a reasonable space really. You hadn’t moved, you hadn’t made a sound, your eyes were just as wide as they could be. Slowly, as if your head would fall off if you moved it to quickly, you looked over at the boys and pointed at their brother,
“…Did… Was that in my head?”

Two head shook ‘no’ while Mikey raised his shoulders, also unsure if he was caught in some weird nightmare where he had to watch his brother kiss girls. He hoped he wasn’t in that nightmare.

Raph, in his smugness, watched your expressions change; Shock, to confusion, quickly to happiness before shifting to anger and betrayal. He didn’t get it, he thought that would fix it but instead you were glaring at him with tears in your eyes.

“What!?” Any smugness that was there was wiped clean. He hated that look. He’d never gotten it before, but he sure as hell hated it.

“Why would you do that.” Your voice was shaking in your attempt not to cry.
“You shouldn’t do that to people you don’t like… It’s wrong!”

In a split second, you’d turned around and hopped over the back of the couch and started towards the door as quickly as you could, scooping your bag up and over your shoulder as you did.

“Wait, where are you going!?” Leo spoke up, completely confused where you were going since you lived on their couch. Logically you couldn’t go home or anything.

“Who cares.”

And then you were gone.

Raph stood in a bit of dumbfounded shock for a moment, arms limp at his sides.

“What was that all about?” Donny chimed in quietly.

Raph threw his arms towards the door angrily and had the most stressed face he could give his brothers,
“YOU TELL ME! WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!?”

“Uh… Maybe we should go get her.” Leo offered.

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Domestic jeffmads/lams au: Chapter One

Credits: @hxxtile Lucy is their character, I just decided to make a story.

Word Count: 2000

Warning: Swearing

Plot: Lucy Jefferson starts Junior high with Philip Hamilton (who she hates) and is pretty sure she has her life figured out, until she meets Theodosia Burr Jr. (that’s it, it’s basically Lucy just figuring out her sexuality and who she is and having her dads be there every step of the way)


A/N: I hope you enjoy ??? maybe ???




      “First day of junior high! Are you nervous?” Thomas handed Lucy a plate with toast, scrambled eggs and sausage links. “It’s totally fine if you are, you don’t have to go if you’re not ready! We can call the office and tell them you’re sick or something.” He was rambling now. Lucy looked up at her dad and took a bite of her sausage. This was a thing that he did every time she hit some big ‘milestone’ in her life.

   "Of course my daughter isn’t nervous, she’s a Jefferson! Isn’t that right, Lucy?“ James came into the dining room, still in his maroon bathrobe, and ruffled her hair. When he tried to pull his hand out, it got stuck. "Jesus, do you ever brush this head of yours?” He asked once he had finally released himself from her hair.

     Lucy was about to respond when Thomas scoffed, handing his husband his plate, “You never seem to complain when you’re pulling on mine.” He raised a brow. James blushed. Lucy gagged and threw a wadded up napkin at him. Thomas gave her a challenging look and threw it back. Lucy stuck her tongue out and her father copied before they both began laughing.

     "God, you guys are basically the same person.“ James took a seat next to Lucy and Thomas sat on her other side. They began eating while their daughter, on the other hand, was halfway finished.

    "Philip should be here in about half an hour, have you picked out what you’re going to wear?” James asked. Lucy looked down at her current outfit which was an oversized pink hoodie that almost covered her purple skirt. Her matching purple flats awaited at the door. She looked back up at James as he looked over her outfit. “Lucy, it’s your first stay of school! Don’t you think what you’re wearing is…” He looked over at his husband for help.

      “Absolutely adorable!” Thomas gushed. Lucy smiled at her dad. “Don’t listen to your dad! You look just fine, you’re going to be the most popular sixth grader there I can see it now!” Thomas looked at Lucy with hearts in his eyes. He felt so proud, it was like he was staring at a younger, smaller, female version of himself.

     "Thanks, Papa,” Her voice was small and smooth but strong at the same time. Thomas fell apart at the large smile she offered him. “Also, I don’t see why junior high is such a big deal?” She turned to James, “From what I’ve heard, it’s the same as elementary. High school is where the real juicy stuff happens. Dances, sports, dating…”

     James choked on his orange juice, “Dating?” He asked, looking down at the eleven year old. She nodded eagerly.

    “Yeah, papa! Dad said the two of you met in high school, right?” Thomas nodded and sipped on his coffee, “He told me that you guys met at a party that aunt Angelica threw! Apparently you were playing truth or dare and Alexander dared Papa to…”

      “Mr. Jeffersons!!!” Philip’s squeaky voice was heard from the other side of the front door, “The doors unlocked but mom told me it’s impolite to walk into people’s houses unannounced so this is me announcing myself!” Thomas sighed in relief. He never thought he’d be so happy to hear a Hamilton’s voice.

     He stood up gave James an apologetic smile. Lucy stood as well and gave James a kiss on the cheek. “Wish me luck, dad!” She gave him a toothy grin. James smiled gave her a thumbs up. She ran over to Thomas who was holding her Powerpuff Girls backpack and a twenty dollar bill.

    “Make sure no bully tries to steal your lunch money,” Thomas whispers, “And by bully I mean Phillip.” He handed her the backpack and cash and kissed her forehead. Lucy nodded and saluted Thomas before closing her eyes, taking a deep breath and opening the door.

     “Dramatic much?” Philip asked when Lucy let the breath out. She opened her eyes and looked Philip up and down. He wore a plain blue short-sleeved shirt, with a turtle pin on his chest. His hands were in the pockets of his cargo shorts and he wore sky blue vans to match his shirt. He wore his curly hair in a bun, but a few strands fell out of it and into his face. He also had a turtle shell backpack. “You ready to go?”  When Lucy walked past him without a word he shrugged and turned to the door where James and Thomas stood, watching their interactions. “Bye, Mr. Jeffersons! I’ll make sure your daughter won’t get bullied!”

    James waved and closed the door, turning to Thomas, “Why do I feel like it’s going to be Lucy protecting Philip?”

     Thomas shrugged, “It probably will.”



 

     “Okay, first things first! Stay away from the back of the bus.” Lucy gave Phillip a confused look, “That’s where the eighth graders sit. The very front is for the fifth graders, who only come to the junior high for band. Then there’s us, the sixth graders, then seventh. And then the back four seats. Basically thrones.”

   “You know this how?” Lucy asked as they approached the bus stop.

   “I’m in band, duh! I left my violin at mom’s house though so she’s dropping it off later today.”

    “Nerd.” Lucy giggled under her breath. Phillip glared at her but she only continued to laugh, which made him even angrier. He balled his hands into fists and stomped ahead to the bus stop. He doesn’t even know why he bothers with her. Lucy caught up to him, still laughing, and looked around, “Hey, braces, how come we’re the only ones here? This stop used to be filled with kids.”

     “That was for elementary, idiot. We’re like, the only sixth graders in this part of the neighborhood. We’re also the first stop, so we get good seats. Don’t sit next to me though, I have friends.”

      “That’s a lie,” Lucy laughed and turned when she heard the bus coming down the road. ‘Here we go’ she thought to herself. The bus pulled up in front of them and the doors opened to reveal an old, fat, white man who was a few years away from losing his teeth. Lucy could tell, because when he smiled down at them, his mouth was a mess of brown and yellow.

       “Well, hello there, Pip! Who is this?” He asked.

       “Mornin’, Bill! This is Lucy, I’m supposed to be showing her the ropes!” Lucy rolled her eyes behind Philip who was smiling proudly.

      “Oh! And I see you got a little upgrade over the summer?” Philip was confused at first, “Your braces, kid. You didn’t have them last year if I recall. When’d you get those?”

    “A few weeks ago,” Philip began to talk about the experience, but Lucy was honestly trying to get to school.

     She cleared her throat, “Excuse me, Bill? Don’t you have other stops to get to?” Philip rolled his eyes and mouthed something to the old man, which got him laughing hysterically. Lucy crossed her arms and glared at the two.

      “I’m sorry, ma’am, won’t happen again.” Bill said through laughter, he high fived Philip before the curly haired boy began walking down the aisle. Lucy sighed and followed. She took a seat two seats in front of Philip and on the other side of the aisle, not wanting to sit next to him. When the bus started moving she smiled and looked out the window and at the passing houses.

        After three stops, the bus was almost filled with kids talking about their summer and new outfits and whatnot. Philip’s friends were even on the bus as well. Everyone knew everyone. Except Lucy. She mentally cursed her dads for making her go to a private school, but also thanked them, because a majority of the kids on this bus were in desperate need of a shower.

     At the fourth stop, though, the boredom was knocked right out of Lucy. After a few eighth and seventh graders, a sixth grade girl walked onto the bus, looking down at her phone with furrowed brows. She had her dreadlocks pulled back into a high pony-tail and wore a pink shirt that read “#Vote4Burr!” in blue lettering. She wore dark blue denim shorts, black flats and a stitch backpack that was covered in pins from shows such as Bob’s Burgers, Adventure Time, she even had a few Melanie Martinez ones. “This is the bus to WJHS, right?” She had asked. A few kids in the back laughed but she seemed to either ignore them, or not care. Lucy liked that.

    When Bill nodded, she smiled anxiously and began typing vigorously into her phone, walking down the aisle. Lucy wanted to say something when she passed her and walked to the eighth grade section, but she was too late. The whole bus had gone quiet as well and watched her.

      “Hey, you, what grade are you in?” An eighth grader, who Philip had referred to as Mia, asked, the bus began moving, causing the girl to stumble a bit.

     She looked up from her phone and stuck it in her back pocket, “Sixth, why?” She asked. Lucy thought that the girl was genuinely confused, but Mia took it as sass.

    “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but I’m gonna need you to lose the attitude.” Mia replied coldly. Lucy was getting mad now.

    “Hey, leave her alone! She was just confused, you douche!” Lucy stood and turned around to glare at Mia from the front of the bus. A chorus of Ooh’s was heard from the bus, Mia’s face began to turn red and she stood up from her seat.

     Another eight grader, who had their ear buds in, heard the commotion and took them out. They took one look at Mia and the confused girl and sighed, standing up as well. “Mia, sit the fuck down. It’s obviously this kid’s first day, don’t make it as hard for them as it already is.” The person’s voice was calm yet stern as they spoke to Mia who crossed her arms and sat down and pulled out her phone with a huff, but it turned soft and sympathetic when they turned to the still confused and honestly bewildered girl, “I don’t know if you know this, but the back seats are taken for eighth graders, you can sit up front, though.” They smiled down at the girl.

      “Thank you,” She breathed out and turned around to walk back down the aisle. All the seats were taken except for (conveniently) the one next to Lucy. “Can I sit here?” She asked hopefully. Lucy felt her face grow hot and she nodded. Her first new friend, wow. “Thanks for defending me by the way.” She smiled after taking a seat.

      Lucy nodded back with a nervous grin and couldn’t help but peek over at the girl as she pulled her phone back out. Lucy wasn’t allowed to have a phone (Thomas disagrees but James thinks she too young) so she was nothing short of surprised to see that the girl had an IPhone 7 in her small hands. The lock screen was a selfie taken of her and a man (bald) laughing at how they looked with the snapchat dog filter. When she unlocked the phone (with her thumb print, which also amazed Lucy) the home screen was her and the same man with the flower crown filter, smiling whole heartedly. Lucy smiled, guessing that man was her father and turned back to look out the window silently.

     “I’m Theodosia Burr Jr., but you can just call me Theo.” The girl spoke as the bus finally left their neighborhood. Lucy looked over at the girl, who was smiling and holding her hand out.

     “I’m Lucy Jefferson, nice to meet you, Theo.” She smiled back and took her hand.

     “Nice to meet you, Lucy.”

“But Mom!” Part 4

Beca and Chloe both has no idea how to idea to answer the question from the 5-year-old, so they both look at him, minds reeling and the boy looking back and forth from one to the other. After a solid 5-second period, Aubrey decides to speak.

“Momma, DJ Beca, Aunt Stacie and Aunt Bree were all in one group back in college, Charles.” she smiles at him and the boy was beaming. His smile is wider than his and Chloe combined. He gets up from the DJ’s embrace to walk closer to Chloe. He looks up and motions for his mom to lower herself so he could whisper, “Is DJ Beca your best friend too?”

Of course, his whisper is heard by everyone, despite him covering his mouth. The tiny brunette from behind couldn’t help but let a smile slip up. Yeah, Chloe was her best friend. Isn’t anymore… but… was. Right? She.. Well. She’s Chloe.

Chloe on the other hand, still has no idea how to answer her excited little boy’s questions. “I’m Chloe’s best friend, Charles.” Aubrey jokes and all four women laugh.

“Come on, Charlie! Let’s stuff that tummy.” Beca talks to the boy and offers her hand out for him to hold. He gladly takes it and everyone is surprised by how easy it is for Charlie to bond and connect with Beca. He even let her get away with calling him ‘Charlie’. Only Chloe gets to call him that.

The tiny ones were already walking towards the buffet breakfast when Beca looks back, “You coming, Chlo?”

She felt her breath catch in her throat. All she could muster up was “I’ll be there in a sec.” She smiles genuinely at the brunette who seems to smile back.

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Physicality

So Jaal says that Cora is the person in best physical shape on the Tempest? I beg to differ. 

Ryder is ripped and Jaal Greatly Approves.

Rated: T 

Pre-romance, situated between Voeld and Havarl but before the Vault on Aya.


Cora enjoyed physical training, Jaal knew. She was one of the first of the human crew to wake from her sleeping cycle and she usually stuck to a rigid routine. He saw her frequently doing push-ups, sit-ups, and a dozen other activities that got her moving. It was admittedly a nice show. 

When he asked her why she was so diligent in her routines, she said that it helped with her biotics. That made some sense except he never saw Ryder doing these things, and he was fairly certain that she and Cora used their biotics similarly. They both hurled their bodies into battle, a great comet of blue streaking across the field to slam into opponents, tossing them backwards and sometimes outright killing them. A brilliant show overall, and so it made sense that Cora would keep her physical prowess to support that tactic. But Ryder…hm, she was different.

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against the clock

More Kaider. Soulmate AU this time. It wasn’t supposed to get this long…

Rating: T
Genre: Romance and Friendship
Characters: [Kai and Cinder], Iko, Scarlet
Words: 9,033

Soulmate timers have been helping connect people who belong together for all time and still, Cinder gets the guy who can’t even figure out it’s her. kaider / soulmate au / modern au

FFN | AO3

“Cinder! My timer jumped!” Iko squealed, jumping on Cinder’s bed, her knees crashing atop Cinder’s torso and jerking her awake.

Cinder groaned and blindly shoved Iko away. Her friend let out an undignified screech and Cinder knew she had succeeded in pushing Iko off the bed. She grabbed the edge of her blanket and pulled it up towards her face, intent on hiding beneath it. Just as the soft fabric had grazed her face, it was ripped away and Cinder was forced to finally look at Iko, who was standing above the bed with her hands planted firmly on her hips.

“Iko, let me sleep,” Cinder muttered and rolled away towards the wall.

“It’s close to six days now!!” Iko said excitedly. “I went from like nine weeks to six days overnight! That has to mean something, doesn’t it?”

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anonymous asked:

So I imagine Zarya as a private person when it comes to relationships and i feel like that might freak me out a lil idk? So can you please do a zarya x reader where she thinks zarya doesn't want their teammates to know their together and is insecure and finally she cries and tells zarya how she feels and zarya just heaves reader over her shoulder and is shouting "she is mine. I am hers. I love her. No one else can have my baby." And stuff like that and reader is embarrassed but also relieved?

“Oh Y/N who are you waiting for?”

“Oh um…no one! I just like to see that everyone has made it home safe!”

You forced a smile onto your face, your mind tuning out the rest of what they were saying as your eyes turned up to look at the dropship that was making its descent onto the vertiport. You absolutely hated lying and you hated hiding why you were here even more. While a portion of your statement was true, you did want to make sure everyone made it back safe, the real reason you were here was to make sure your beautiful girlfriend had made it back home unscathed. Zarya had a tendency to make light of any injuries she endured and while she was the strongest woman in the world, in your opinion, that didn’t make her invincible. She was sweet and loving, confident and strong, but incredibly private when it came to personal matters. Most didn’t know of her family back in Russia or about her tumultuous childhood, things she had slowly opened up to you about. They also did not know about you.

Honestly, you had rationalized it and it made sense. You weren’t a field agent, merely one of a handful engineers that had joined the recalled Overwatch. Zarya was the image of beauty and strength and surprising grace while you were…just you. While you were absolutely sure no one would mind if they knew about you, you could understand why Zarya didn’t want to tell anyone that the two of you were dating. She deserved someone just as glamorous and spectacular as she was and while she had chosen you for the time being, you’d understand if she’d move on to bigger and better things without you. Your stomach twisted up any time your thoughts strayed to ideas like that, unshed tears burning in your eyes as you watched the ship touch down. You loved Zarya and she loved you but maybe your thoughts were right, maybe you just weren’t a right fit.

“Oh look look! Here they come!”

You blinked rapidly, trying to force the tears away, hands quickly jumping up to push away the tears that had managed to slip out as your fellow engineer shook your shoulder. The handful of non-field agents and the few field agents who had wandered out grew into a slight tizzy as agents began to began to disembark. Agents walked up unabashedly, McCree greeting Hanzo, Lucio walking out with his arms around Hana’s shoulder, Reinhardt offering Ana his hand and escorting her inside. You felt butterflies burst from within you as you caught the flash of pink behind the massive German man, before your gaze locked onto Zarya’s cerulean eyes.

She had removed her armor already, leaving her in only loose black cargo pants, her black boots with pink accents and the tight black tank top that made you feel weak in the knees. Her eyes lit up giving you a small half nod of the head before continuing down the ramp. Every part of you wanted to run up and throw your arms around her neck but you resisted to respect her wishes. Instead, you gave a weak half wave, not trying to draw attention to yourself or the fact that she was looking at you. A genuine smile crossed your lips before it wavered for a moment, throat still slightly tight from the pained thoughts that had been plaguing you earlier.

“Dammit”, you cursed softly, under your breath as you lifted your hand and twisted your head away to rub hard at your eyes and stop the line of tears that threatened to spill. Closing your eyes tight you rubbed hard again, mentally admonishing yourself before opening your eyes once more. “Eh?!”

Your shoulders jumped, eyes going wide in surprise as you watched Zarya make a beeline towards you, concern apparent on her face. Your jaw dropped, hands lifting to wave in front of you, trying to silently signal to her that you were alright and she didn’t have to blow her cover if she didn’t want to. Her look was stern and serious as she quickly made her way to you, stopping and grabbing your chin much gentler than one would expect of a woman of her size. Your face began to burn, eyes darting away from her as nervousness churned in your belly.

“Moy mishka”,Zarya questioned, her thumb lightly tracing one of the tear streak on your face. “Why do you have tears in your eyes? Who hurt you? I will break them.”

Your bottom lip quivered at her words, your teeth biting down hard to bite back the cry that threatened to tumble out. Face scrunching up, several tears rolled down your cheeks as you sucked in a shuddering breath through your nose. Zarya made a soft sound low in her throat, both of her hands cupping your cheeks and pushing more of your tears away. You weren’t able to hold it back anymore, a quiet sob falling from your lips as she smoothed a hand over your hair.

“I’m sorry”, you breathed out, hiccuping softly and sniffling. Your hands lifted up, covering her hands with your smaller ones and squeezing. “I just…I know I’m not that great and I’m sorry that you’re stuck with me…I know that you don’t want anyone to kn-know about us but I w-wish I c-could hug y-you wh-when you get b-b-back. I-I’m so so-sorry for being selfish.”

You were blubbering and stuttering by the end of your short rant, shoulders shaking as you tried to rein your emotions back in. You sniffled, trying to pull away from the Russian bodybuilder but not being able to break away from her touch.

“Do not want anyone to know”, Zarya questioned, her gentle comforting movements slowing on your face. “Kukolka, do you think I am ashamed of you?”

You hiccuped again, a silent confirmation as your head tilted downward. You tried to curl in on yourself as Zarya’s hands pulled away from your face, eyes shutting tighter as you waited for the inevitable rejection. Your eyes flew open as you felt Zarya’s hands on your hips, squealing in surprise as you were hoisted up from the ground and then over her shoulder.

“A-Aleks”, you gasped out in surprise, lightly pawing at her back as she began to walk inside. One hand brusquely rubbed at your face, pushing your tears away while trying fruitlessly to scramble away from the tight hold. “Wh-what’re your doing?”

“Everyone”, she shouted, the lingering field agents and stragglers turning around to look at your girlfriend. You felt your face begin to heat up in a blush, your body going limp as you realized all eyes in the room were on thrown over your girlfriend’s shoulder. “Y/N is mine! I am hers! I love her! No one else can have moy kroshka! Eto panyAtno?”

Your face burned as you listened to Zarya claim you to all that could hear it, your hands lifting and covering the blush that was stretching across your skin. You were terribly embarrassed, but in the same breath relieved, butterflies exploding in your center as she instantly silenced every single voice in your head. You could hear the soft, good humored chuckles around the room and the surprised whisper of your colleagues, the giddy blush travelling down your chest and to the tips of your ears. Your hands were still covering your face as Zarya carefully lowered you to the ground, the tall woman gently coaxing your hand away from your face. A shy smile rested on your lips, your eyes glimmering and misty with happiness.

“Thank you”, you murmured, voice barely above a whisper, Zarya bending over slightly and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Anything for you.”

Three Observations Made by Miranda Lawson

This is my January Jubilation gift for @sassybitchcici! I’m sorry it took so long; I was working way outside my comfort zone. I wanted to give you something a little different: a glimpse of Shakarian during ME2 through the eyes of Miranda Lawson. This is my first Shakarian piece and my first Miranda piece, and I hope I did everything justice. But more importantly, I hope you like it, and I really hope you can see your Shakarian Shepard in this piece. Happy Holidays, darling!

Rating: G
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I.

During the course of Shepard’s reconstruction, Miranda had done everything she could to ensure that the Illusive Man’s directive was followed absolutely. There had been years of research, years of thoroughly examining newsreels and poring over covertly taken photographs as she tried to understand what made the woman tick. As such, Miranda felt she could say with complete and utter confidence that she had seen every expression cross Shepard’s face at some point, that she knew exactly how Shepard would look and respond. Miranda firmly believed she could even, if pressed, potentially anticipate Shepard’s reactions to any given stimulus before even Shepard could.

At least Miranda assumed all of these things until Archangel had been brought aboard.

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The KISS Rule : chapter 1 (Keep)

I don’t even know where to start with all of this….except that this is turning into a huge project. A good project though, and I hope that I can keep the motivation to continue with it. 

SO, first thing first! I have many people I need to thank for just everything about this. 

I want to thank @gerame for having their blog and writing a bunch of ‘prompts’. That was what really planted the seed of this idea into my head. It was meant to be short…really just a stand alone fic but I always have to make it difficult for me. 

I also want to thank my friend Andrea for sitting through me talking her ear off and also giving me very good suggestions. Her suggestions gave better direction to this chapter and filled me with motivation to continue. 

@christieanne, this beautiful human being actually stayed at work longer to edit my piece of shit of a chapter. She also listened to me rant about ideas and cry over the fact that I suck at life and that I’m a very impatient person when it comes to writing. THANK YOU! 

Lastly! I want to thank the amazing wonderful little lady @littlegaywitch who was essentially Alfred for me. I asked her so many questions about Alfred’s character that I’m surprised she hasn’t blocked me. If it wasn’t for you feeding me a good chunk of dialogue for Alfred…I would have been fucked…royally (and I think you know how I feel about royalty and monarchs). THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Other than that…this is a GERMERICA historical fic. I did manipulate a bit of history to suit the timeline of my story. For example: Hal, the Candy Bomber, didn’t start dropping candies for the kids of Berlin until after Christmas. I am guilty of making it earlier to use as a small plot device. 

I hope to continue this and to touch base on Ludwig and Alfred’s relationship through the Cold War and how it grows and transforms. However, other than that, I hope whoever decides to read this…enjoys this! B)

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Ask from anon

“👏Raph or Mikey comforting their insecure chubby s/o 👏 I LIVE FOR THIS”


I intended this to be a short answer to your ask, but the muse kind of tackled me and, well … here’s a Oneshot. >_>

You can also read it on [Ao3]


You two had it all planned out. Raphael was to bring some food and you bought the newest action movie on DVD. It was supposed to be a relaxing evening at your place. Away from the sewers, away from Raphael’s ever-present brothers. They were like a family to you, but they could be tiring at times - especially when you wanted to be alone with your favorite terrapin. And now that you actually had the opportunity to spend some quality time with Raph, you grew pretty excited. You scurried around, lit some candles, blew them out again because it seemed too cheesy, put his favorite soda on the table in the living room only to put it back in the fridge again, so it would remain cold. Your hair looked and felt incredibly soft today - the cause may be the boatload of conditioner in it. You wanted to be beautiful for him. And what could be better than a nice hugging dress to show him what is his?

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Shelter, a Nick Valentine + a baby drabble ft. Hancock

Had this sitting in my drafts for quite a while now. Anyway this is really short because I lost interest pretty quickly, but it also includes a drawing if you make it through the whole thing so enjoy.


Shelter was what Nick Valentine needed right now. Somewhere to bunker down, until the looming threat of a radstorm passed. Diamond City was still a long trek away, and with his precious cargo in tow, he had no room to get anything irradiated or wet.

Goodneighbor it was, then.

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Something Right - Bodhi Rook


Because I am trash and your last Bodhi was imagine was so cute, is there any chance you could write one were the reader who is a rebel has taking a liking to him and vice versa but she hasn’t been sleeping at all and during the attack to get “Stardust” she collapse and he wakes her up and comforts her and confesses (kisses her?) and they meet up with Cassian and Jye on the beach?? Sorry I know that it’s changing some things but I think it would be cute? Sorry and thank you.

A/N : I feel like I may have let you down with this one. It’s not as fluffy and cute as I know Bodhi can be. I’m sorry my friend! If you want very cutesy Bodhi stuff I will write, but with pieces like this it’s hard to develope a relationship very quickly (hence why Cassian and Jyn didn’t kiss at the end of Rogue One, it would have been too soon and their romantic relationship was underdeveloped) .

Originally posted by imaginehux


You had been living quite a normal life despite the carnage surrounding you. You had joined the Rebellion as soon as you could, fighting alongside other people who despised the Empire. You moved up the ranks quite easily when Mon Mothma saw your skills and heart.

You were even given special access to help Captain Cassian Andor, K2SO, and ex-criminal Jyn Erso find a defected pilot. This cargo pilot left the Empire and immediately contacted Saw Gurrea saying that Galen Erso had given him a message. The Rebel Alliance found the transmission sent to Saw and ordered you and Andor to get Galen’s daughter, Jyn, and go to Jedha to find this pilot.

The mission briefing was dragged out, filled with every detail imagined; but before long, your crew was on Jedha’s surface.

“Y/N,” Cassian said as he pulled the binoculars away from his face, “stay with Kaytoo and the ship. Me and Jyn will get the pilot.” You groaned at his words, but walked back towards the U-Wing, the lanky droid following close behind. “I do not like this idea.” K2 said and you nodded, “I’m not happy with it either. I came here to fight.”


“Bring the ship around now, Kaytoo!” Cassian’s voice echoed through the commlink. The droid hurriedly accelerated the ship and rounded the hideout. You stood next the hangar door, ready to open it for your crew. K2 lowered the ship quickly and closely to the ground. You slammed your palm against the button and as soon as the door opened, Cassian and Jyn dove into the cargo hold followed by three other people.

Cassian rushed to the co pilot’s seat, shouting at his droid to get all of them out of here. You looked out the window and saw the planet’s surface heading towards you like a cloud of deadly poison. The thought of all the people in that city, in pain and watching their planet get destroyed, broke a part of you that you thought didn’t exist anymore. This mission was a failure, no matter what the original goal was. You turned to Jyn who’s cheeks were flushed by running and her tears. “I thought there was only one pilot?” You said, gesturing to the three men that were now on board.

“I’m the pilot.” You spun on your heels and was faced with a handsome man. His face and Imperial uniform were dirty, and like Jyn, his face was also flushed from the escape. It made him look quite endearing when you looked into his wide, brown eyes. He held out his hand to you, with a small smile on his face, “I’m Bodhi.”

You took his hand, and felt a warmth spread through you at the kind gesture. “Hi, I’m Y/N.” He smiled a little wider, and you found yourself doing the same. Maybe this mission wasn’t a total let down after all.


Bodhi told Cassian that Galen Erso was based on Eadu, this fueled Cassian’s fire to find him. Jyn told everyone about the hologram she saw of her father, stating that he had built a flaw in what the Empire called the Death Star. Despite your slight dislike towards Jyn, the way Bodhi defended Galen convinced you that this was true. There was a defiant passion in his eyes that may have come from being oppressed by the Empire. The way his somewhat cute, you had to admit, pout balanced on his lips made him look so childish. You had gotten to know Bodhi in the brief trip to Eadu, mostly how he had escaped the Empire. You learned that he was a Jedha native, along with Chirrut a blind man that had joined your team, and now wanted to fight against the Empire more than ever.

“I knew that they were hiding something, but the power to kill an entire planet that’s….” He trailed off, brown eyes distant. His leg started to jump a little and you saw his fingers fidgeting. “The families there, I knew them. Grew up with them. Now they’re gone.” To stop him from picking at his nails, you grabbed his right hand and gave it a squeeze. He looked back at you and you could see the fear in his eyes.

“Once we find Galen, the Rebels won’t have a choice but to attack the Empire. We’ll avenge Jedha.” Bodhi nodded, and with a shout from Cassian, the pilot darted up to the cockpit to help navigate. You watched him go and couldn’t help but wonder how one person could make their way into your heart in such a short time.


You could taste the metallic taste of blood in your mouth as you slowly lifted your head. You felt a hot rush of air around you and the feeling of sand beneath you.

“Y/N!!” You looked up and saw Bodhi kneeling before you. He carefully helped you sit up and you saw what was happening. It wasn’t so much the sunset that painted the sky a light orange; it was the mean Death Star that hung in the sky. You could see the horizon being swallowed up by a strong fire and you felt the knot in your stomach disappear. “Jyn and Cassian?”

“They sent out the plans. We’ve done enough.” Bodhi said, his voice somber.

You sat yourself next to the pilot, leaning your shoulder against his and watched the cloud approach the beach. “What happened when I blacked out?” Bodhi looked at you, concern laced in his features. “I was opening a channel for the message to be sent on when a trooper threw a grenade in the ship. We were running out when it went off and you,” He reached up carefully, his fingertips brushing over a sore spot on your head, “hit your cranium.” He gave you a quick smile, which you returned. A simple silence fell over the both of you, as you both looked back to the cloud of light. Your head still felt foggy from your tumble so you rested it against Bodhi’s shoulder. He tensed, but when he looked at you watching the sea, he felt the comfort your touch brought him. He looked back to the shining waters feeling happier than he had been in quite some time. You turned, after feeling his gaze on you, and saw the soft smile that graced Bodhi’s lips. “For the first time,” he said, turning to look at you, “I feel like I finally did something right.” You reached for his hand, giving it a light squeeze. You stared into eachother’s eyes for what felt like an eternity before you realized Bodhi wasn’t going to make the first move. He was too shy and sweet to be that upfront, so you leaned forward instead. Your lips brushed carefully before they melded softly. It was a long kiss, sweet and so wonderfully slow. The perfect ‘we’re going to die but hey, that’s alright’ kiss. When you pulled away, Bodhi leaned forward as if to kiss you again, but his nose bumped yours. You let out a small giggled which caused a blush to form on his cheeks. You felt your face grow hot as well, but it wasn’t from embarrassment. It was the cloud coming towards you and heated your skin. “We did good.” You murmured, and Bodhi nodded. You looked up into his large brown eyes and felt a sense of peace wash over you. As he looked at you he felt pride in his actions and how they lead him to you. In another life maybe you both grew old together, but he would never know. You both stared at eachother until the heat grew too hot to bear.

Uhane Hoa (Soul Mate) - Chapter 34

Written by Praemonitus_Praemunitus

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Summary:  This story came about in the wake of the disastrous 6x11 episode.  It has nothing to do with the actual episode, but the Steve/Danny storyline there pissed me off so much that the muse needed to find a way to erase the bad taste it left behind.  She needed her comfort food – lots of whumpage, lots of angst, and lots of proper Steve and Danny (the ones the show seemed to have mostly forgotten during the season that shall not be named).  So she came up with this.Oh and, yes, Danny gets to undercover in this one and change his appearance 

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Danny doesn’t look up at first when the door to Anuenue Auto Repair – a long-abandoned mechanic shop that serves as a front for Tassone’s operations – slides open and two of Tassone’s men burst in, dragging someone between them.  He remains where he is, sitting languidly on top of a rusted tool chest, his back against the wall, his hooded gaze kept disinterestedly on the floor before him.  His attention is on high alert, though, and he listens intently as the men begin to speak.

“We got ambushed, Boss,” one of the men huffs out, his voice strained with effort and frustration. “The damn cops were waiting for us by the docks.  Jackson and Logan are dead, and we barely made it out of there in one piece.”

“And this?” Tassone steps forward, his burly, 200-pound form looming over his two henchmen, shielding the slumped figure between them from Danny’s view.

“A 5-0 cop.  Joey here wounded one of theirs, some young cop, and we were gonna take him hostage, bring him here, make him sing for you a bit, if you know what I mean.  But then this one intervened.  Wanted to trade himself for the kid, so we let him.”  

Danny hears the sound of a boot connecting with flesh, followed by a muffled grunt of pain, but he’s no longer listening, no longer even registering anything for the loud roaring of blood in his ears.   No, he thinks, desperate, no, no, no…  He doesn’t need to see who it is now.  He knows. He just… knows.  And he feels sick.

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(Easter) Zootopia drabble 2

It was uploaded before Midnight so this counts as my Easter thing for this blog! I want to thank @feverwildehopps for giving me ideas to work with, and I hope I combined all 3 of their requests into something fluffy enough to distract from all the angst I’ve been writing along with everyone else in this fandom, it seems like some fluff was needed. I hope y'all enjoy! 😊

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“Twas down the Glen one Easter morn’
To a city fair rode I.
When lines and likes of marching men
In squadrons passed me by”

“Nick, what are you singing?” Judy asked. She was walking arm in arm with a large red fox wearing a pair of oversized kaki cargo shorts and a bright pink short sleeve button down shirt with his sunglasses perched in front of his eyes to protect them from the sunlight reflecting off of Judy’s light blue Easter dress.

“It’s an old song carrots,” Nick replied, giving Judy his same con-man smirk he had when he first met her. No matter how hard he tried to break the habit, that was his default expression. Judy was overly familiar with that smirk and wasn’t sure if Nick was being honest or lying through his teeth.

“Nick, making it up ten minutes ago doesn’t make it old, that makes it pretty new.”

“I’m hurt carrots. Thanks, I am.” Nick said, placing his hand over his chest and dropping his ears for effect. His honest smile gave him away though as Judy squeezed his hand she was holding. Nick loved how she was able to see past most of his facades he put between himself and others.

“So what was that god-awful song you were singing just now anyways?”

“The foggy dew.” Nick said matter of factly as if it were common knowledge, “it’s from 1916, about an Easter battle in Ireland. I figured it was fitting.” Judy chuckled as Nick explained the song. Nick had an abundance of worthless knowledge that made him sound like he knew what he was talking about at all times despite not having a clue what anything he was saying really meant.

It had been Judy’s surprise to Nick to take him on a picknick for Easter. She loved spending time with her family in the burrows, but knew that Nick’s Easter experiences up untill this point in his life had included much fewer mammals than her family would have over, and having Nick be stampeded by a board of young bunnies didn’t sound like a good idea to Judy for their first Easter they’d actually be spending together. Nick was glad to just be celebrating the holiday this year. While living on his own, he had never kept track of the holidays, much less the day of the week, and was more than happy to be back to a stable point in his life to celebrate the holidays with the love of his life, Judy Hopps.

As Judy and Nick continued to make their way to the small public park near their apartment, Nick couldn’t help but look up at the darkening sky overhead. The forecast had been for it to only be cloudy, but Nick knew that a mammal could never bet on anything a weather forecast said. Despite this, he hoped any rain would hold out till he and Judy returned home. Judy had also noticed the clouds forming overhead, but stated optimistic that they would disperse before too long.

As Judy lead Nick closer to the park, he couldn’t help but feel like this was where he was meant to be, like he was meant to meet Judy so long ago in that ice cream shop and help her with a police case, all while slowly falling in love with her. It all felt right to him, even if he didn’t understand how a fox like him, shifty and untrustable, had fallen in love with the city’s first rabbit police officer. A true foil to everything he had ever been. It didn’t matter though. He knew he was happy and hoped Judy could say the same.

As the pair entered the park, Judy led them to a clearing surrounded by 3 large live oak trees. Their branches scraped the ground and resurection ferns grew throughout the limbs, looking like a emerald green fur. Judy thought it matched Nick’s eyes perfectly.

“Woah…” Was all Nick was able to muster. He was taken aback by the size of each tree and limb, wondering how old each tree must of been.

“What do you think?” Judy asked, bouncing on her toes. She had found the clearing on a run one morning and had finally found an excuse to show it to Nick. She hoped he’d like it as much as she did.

“I have to say, it’s beautiful,” Nick said as he scanned the trees, “but it’s got absolutely nothing on you.”

Judy blushed and lightly kicked at the ground. She had never had anyone flirt with her growing up, and Nick’s almost constant complements and flirtatious comments were still a new experience for Judy, she loved it.

Judy tried to act like she didn’t currently have butterflies trying to escape her stomach as she began to set up the cloth for her and Nick to sit on and set food atop of it. Had there of been more to do, Nick would of helped, but he was too busy watching how the dress Judy was wearing draped her figure to think of offering a hand before it was done. Judy knew that Nick was staring, it was a habit of his that Judy found much more endearing than most females would of.

Judy and Nick sat beneath one of the oaks and ate. Judy had packed an assortment of vegetarian items. She knew they weren't​ always Nick’s favorite, but she hated the was his breath smelled after eating any sort of fish or insect. The one style of food also made it easier to put everything into the same container and bring it.

Judy found herself watching Nick eat. Despite being larger than her, he ate like a bird sometimes, taking small bites and making sure not to get anything on himself. Judy found it adorable, and kept watching him while eating her own food, untill she felt something hit her nose.

As Judy looked up, another drop of water hit her in the eye, then in the cheek and it continued untill both animals had noticed the drizzle.

“Well then,” Nick said, looking over to Judy,then at the food that was slowly being soaked by the rain, “I guess the picknick is over”

Judy looked down at her hands and slowly looked at Nick, “I’m sorry, I saw the clouds and I should of known it’d rain and I ruin-” she was cut of by a light kiss on the cheek from Nick.

“Judy, it’s perfect,” Nick said as he began putting food away. As he finished and set the basket beside him, he looked over at the beautiful grey bunny seated next to him and couldn’t help but feel bad when he saw her staring down at the cloth they were seated on. The rain had picked up and had soaked Nick, Judy, and the cloth through.

“You’re absolutely stunning,” Nick said as he shot Judy an honest smile and scooted closer to her. Judy looked up at Nick and traced his figure with her eyes. She adored the way his wet shirt stuck to him and it was only mad better by the fact that it had become partially see through. Nick was also admiring Judy, her dress was made of a thicker material than his shirt, and hence allied no hit at what was beneath, but it too hugged her figure more closely and Nick was trying to remember every curve on Judy’s body.

“I’m sorry, I should of planned this better,” Judy sighed as she scooted over to Nick so she was seated by his side.

“It’s okay fluff,” Nick said as he reached an arm around Judy and lightly rested it on her waist, “I have just the payback.” Judy looked at Nick with confusion until be began to tickle her sides and stomach, making her laugh and squeel.

Judy was able to roll away and get behind Nick to do the same to him. He squeel like a small child till he was able to turn around and begin to tickle Judy’s waist again. While doing so, Nick instinctively tackled her, landing on top of her, causing both mammals to laugh uncontrollably.

Judy grabbed Nick’s cheeks and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, as she pulled away, she looked into her foxes eyes and knew he was the mammal she was going to marry and spend eternity with.

Nick rolled off of his small bunny and looked at her with a smile on his face and love in his eyes. He knew this was right where he needed to be.

Iron Will (Part 10)

Tony x Reader

Summary – Tony Stark isn’t a man who takes no for an answer, even if his feelings for you complicate an already delicate situation.

Warnings – Tony Stark’s flirting, violence, death, and one (?) curse word.

Word Count – 2,669

Notes – This is it!  The end of my first Tony fic!!!  I can’t believe how easy this was to write, or how much fun.  Tony is definitely an interesting character to write and I will be adding some more fics to his list in the future!!  This part is kinda long, but I didn’t want to break it up.  I hope you’ve enjoyed this wild ride and thank you so much for all of your support!!!  As always, I appreciate all of your feedback and questions!

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Masterlist

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie


Previously:

The mission had gone to hell from the second you’d touched down. Unbeknownst to you and your crew, the base had been infiltrated hours before and Hydra was lying in wait for your plane.  When the cargo door had been lowered, your crew had been ambushed.  Hydra had gone about their work quietly, so you and Kendel were completely unaware of any danger as you exited the cockpit and made your way to the cargo hold.

By the time you’d realized that something was off, a gloved hand had been clamped over your mouth and the sting of needle in your neck was the last thing you remembered.



 

You awoke, still groggy and a bit confused.  You still had enough wits about you to feign sleep as you took in your surroundings.  You didn’t need to open your eyes to tell that you’d been blindfolded, the band cinched so tightly that it was giving you a headache.  The ropes securing your hands behind your back were rough and you could already tell that the skin was rubbed raw beneath the bindings.  Your ankles were also bound, but you weren’t secured to a chair and from what you could tell, you were sitting on cold rock.  You remembered that Hydra had taken to hiding in the mountains, so you assumed that you were in a cave.

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I’ll Come Back for You Pt 4

Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: Y/N is finally reunited with her father after he went away years ago. Her father begins to explain to her why he left, but is cut off when some unexpected visitors board the cargo freighter.

Warnings: A couple of curse words, 

I do not own anything!!!!

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Originally posted by trecoolsfriedpotatoes

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I Need a Hero

Shance week Day 4 - AU Day (also encompassing Day 1 - Pining/Confession, Day 2 - Hero/Villain, Day 3 - Confidence/Insecurity). Garrison freshman Shiro has it bad for senior Lance. AO3

Prompt thanks entirely to @ghostering/leporicide - commission them, it’ll be worth it! - then please have a moment of silence for me for being daft enough to try to incorporate all the prompts so far in one go.


Shiro had wanted him when he was nobody - a nobody who didn’t know his place, a cargo pilot who walked like he was fighter class and talked like a playboy despite leaving a trail of eyerolling irritation in his wake. At first, Shiro had seen what others had seen, had written Lance off as the tryhard senior everyone else saw, but all it had taken was one glimpse of Lance on the other side of a crowded room, alone against a wall with all the acceptance of one resigned to his solitude, and Shiro had fallen for him so fast he’d actually felt his stomach lurch. Lance’s face had been slack with sadness, usually-wide mouth small. In that one moment he’d seemed so quiet, so soft and fuck, Shiro wanted to destroy him.

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I (really) need you.” (Sam x Reader, fluff, requested drabble)

Happy New Year’s everyone!!! Here’s to a healthy & lively 2017! Haven’t written anything fictional in a while let alone for Sam, but hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Somethin’ short and sweet and calm to start off the new year. Inspired by Mumford & Sons’ Red Rocks performance of ‘Lovers’ Eyes’, if anyone’s so inclined to listen while reading/interested :) Requested by @nataliarmnov xx

P.S. Put the “really” in brackets since I omitted it from the text.

Word Count: 1,951

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Despite the fact that it had taken several attempts to persuade you and a promise of no pirate puns for a whole month, you had to admit that spending your summer exploring Avery’s ruins in Scotland wasn’t always the worst.

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