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Mother and daughter ( jughead X reader)

Jughead X Jughead X jellybean

Wordcount: 1472

Warning : NONE

Request : no, my idea.

A/N : okay so basically I was day dreaming today and this topic came to mind… random i know but, i have to say i love this!! I hope you guys do too! JEALLYBEAN BETTER COME SOON! I NEED TO SEE JUGHEAD AS BIG BROTHER!!!!!

As always, sorry for any spelling and grammar errors. :)

ENJOY.

Originally posted by mallverine



Currently I sat in the kitchen of Jughead’s dad’s house. To say it was a dump is an understanding, considering FP has bottles everywhere… Jughead and I just came back from school, most of the time Jughead and I would go Pop’s after school but i suggested i cook for him and jellybean.

“ Why do you insist on cooking for JB and I, i could easily buy Us all something to eat.” Jughead asks with confusion laced in his voice.

“ Juggie, you and Jellybean don’t have home cooked meals ever since your mother left . Not to mention that FP is never around, and when he is, he’s drunk. So I’ve made it my priority that you and JB eat at least healthy.” I answer him while checking the oven to make sure i don’t over cook the chicken .

When i get up from my bent position and turn back to look at Jughead. I find Jughead giving me a small smile with a whisper of a “thank you.“ I smile back and return to making our food… suddenly the sound of the front door slamming open is heard, indicating that either FP or Jellybean have arrived. Seconds later a small figure of a young girl with raven hair like Jughead’s walks in with a look of sadness on her face.

“JB, what’s wrong?” Both Jughead and i ask together, but the only response we get is her handing us a white paper. I grab the paper and read over the words. “You’re invited to the mother and daughter day tomorrow! Wear your best dresses and dancing shoes.” Automatically it hits me like a ton of bricks, I look at Jughead and notice that a sad look has also taken over his face. Wanting to change the mood I say food is ready.

“ Well JB I made something that will turn that frown upside down, guess what I’ve made for us to eat.”

Jellybean looks at me and starts to guess the way i do during tests. “Is it Mac n Cheese, Pizza, spaghetti, salmon… WAIT, is it the roasted chicken with the potatoes under it?”

I nod my head and move to the oven to take out the chicken. I place it on the set table and start to give everyone their pieces. Jellybean now has a smile on her face as she munches away on her plate of chicken. “Y/N/N, can you cook for Juggie and I all the time? I like your cooking more than eating from a frozen box or Pop’s.”

“ If that’s what you want, i have no problem. Just tell me a day before what you want to eat, that way I can buy the things for the meal.”

An hour has passed and we’re all done eating. Jughead sent Jellybean to do her homework and i tell her that if she needs help that she should call me. Of course Jughead has to tell me that i don’t need to help her but she’s family to me.

“Y/N, what am i going to do? Jellybean should not have to worry about this, our mother should be here and take her. Don’t take this the wrong way Y/N/N, but my mom should be the one cooking for us and helping Jellybean, not you. If we were to be living together, just Jellybean, you and I, people would think we’re her parents. My dad doesn’t even bother to attend any of her parent meetings, school plays or even her soccer games! It’s always me and you.. Never Dad and mom.” He speaks with anger as he pulls off his beanie from his head from frustration.

“ Juggie, don’t worry about it. Besides i don’t mind being there for you guys, just like you’ve been there for me when my dad left me… You just gave me a plan, what if i acted as if I’m Jellybean’s mom? I could skip school tomorrow and go with her.”

“Y/N, you’ve never missed a day of school, and you shouldn’t have to feel like you have a responsibility to do this! You’re just a teenager, you shouldn’t have to worry about me or Jellybean.”

Ignore him and stick to my plan, i get up from where I’m sitting and look at Jughead dead in the eye and say “ i said You’re my family and I’m going tomorrow whether you like it or not. Don’t tell Jellybean.” I hug jughead and run to Jellybeans room to tell her I’m leaving, she hugs me and tells me good bye. I walk home and get ready for bed because tomorrow will be A long day


My clock shows 6:30 A.M. I get out of bed to do my business and start to look through my outfits to find the perfect dress. I end up grabbing a tiffany colored flowy dress with a pair a white ballerina shoes. I apply my makeup, which is very light and just stuff my outfit and things in a bag. I run down to my kitchen to grab some pancake mix with some eggs and put them in another bag. I run out my house and walk towards Jughead’s home, once I arrive I pull out the extra key that Jughead gave me and walk into the house. I walk to the kitchen and start to make our breakfast, I try to make very little sound but no matter how quiet I am Jughead will always find me.

“What are you doing (Y/N/N)? Jughead asks with a groggy voice.

“ nothing just thought I’d look at the stove, what does it look like?” i answer back with a hit of sarcasm.

Jughead laughs and tells me that he’s going to wake up Jellybean. Not 3 minutes later Jellybean is running towards me with full speed. “Y/N/N! You’re making us breakfast!”

I nod my head and turn back to the pancake on the stove and flip it before it burns. Soon all of us are eating on the table. Once we finish our food, i tell jellybean to get dressed in a dress and I’ll be there to do her hair soon. At first she’s confused but her face lights up as if i told her she’s getting a puppy. “Y/N are you taking me to school today, for the mother and daughter thing?!”

I tell her yes and she runs to me and hugs me as she cries.

“JB, don’t cry! Please, then you’ll make me cry and then I’ll mess up my makeup!” i joke as i rub her back trying to get her to calm down.

Jellybean pulls away and runs to her room as she starts to pick out her dress. I turn to Jughead and tell him i need to go change into my dress, he tells me to change in his room while he cleans the kitchen. When I’m done with getting ready I let my hair down and just leave it natural, i walk to Jellybean’s room and find her ready. I Fix her hair as promised.. It takes time since she wanted me to make her a fishtale braid, while i was doing her hair she starts to talk.

“ Y/N/N, Juggie always tells me that he likes you a lot.”

“ And I like him too JB, he’s my best friend.” Jellybean laughs and shakes her head.

“ No! He likes you, like he likes you, likes you.. He always says that if there was one girl he would marry it would be you… Don’t tell Juggie i told you.” After her words I feel like i might just faint…

“Well JB… Don’t tell Juggie i said this but I would marry him too..” Jellybean laughs and nods her head while making a zipper motion on her mouth. When I’m done with her hair we  then walk out to the living room. When Jughead see’s us he walks towards us and picks up Jellybean and pulls me into a hug.

“My two favorite girls look breath-taking.”

Jellybean laughs and tells Jughead what i just told her not to say.

“Thank you Juggie! You should marry Y/N/N like you said you would, Y/N/N said she would marry you too.”

Jughead and I both say at the the same time “ I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL.”

Jellybean mumbles a “ oops” and jumps out of Jughead’s grip and walks away, leaving Jughead and I alone. We both look at each other waiting for one of us to break the silence, Jughead then grabs my face so fast, that before i could even blink he pushes his lips firmly against mine. Suddenly Jeallybean shouts saying that we’re going to be late.

I pull away from Jughead and kiss his cheek quickly and utter “ at least now we know we like each other.”  I grab my purse and walk out the door with Jeallybean…

lgbt+ (ya/mg) books read in 2016!

so a lot of people still reblog my “60+ queer books” post from 2014. ngl, i was barely 16 at the time and had not read a lot of books on that list (it was def intended to be more a listing than pure recommendation), mostly because adult fiction was and remains far from my favorite literary category. this list isn’t as intensely detailed, but i just thought that since the year is over i might jot down some of the lgbt+ books i loved or at least moderately enjoyed this year, in case anyone was interested! happy reading!

(and in advance, excuse my commentary o<-<)

ya favorites

  • i’ll give you the sun by jandy nelson — m/m. HEART-WRENCHING. GUTTING. EARTH-SHATTERING. 
  • we are the ants by shaun david hutchinson m/m (suicide cw) 
  • my most excellent year by steve kugler m/m. gay asam main character and the best character dynamics ❤️____❤️
  • the flywheel by erin gough f/f
  • gives light (6-part series) by rose christo — m/m. centered around a mute main character on an indian reservation (written by a native author!), features one of the most uplifting romances of recent media (cw for csa mention later in the series)

other ya books 
ordered approximately by rating

  • far from you by tess sharpe — f/f. bisexual protagonist (drug addiction, murder cw) a book on recovery, love, trust, justice, understanding… gut punch!!!!!
  • into the blue by pene henson — m/m
  • not your sidekick by c.b. lee — f/f. DOES THE TITLE NOT MAKE UR HEART SQUEEZE ALREADY? features half-chinese & half-vietnamese bisexual protagonist in futuristic superheroic universe! the second book will be about a trans black side character *___*
  • starting from here by lisa jenn bigelow — f/f. you will cry and be made a better person for it. 
  • almost like being in love by steve kugler — m/m
  • tell me again how a crush should feel by sara farizan— f/f. sometimes this book is like :|||| but sometimes it’s like :DDDD! persian american protagonist. 
  • the darkest part of the forest by holly black — both m/f and m/m (like i’ll give you the sun). for your slightly more indulgent ya needs!
  • you know me well by nina lacour, david levithan — f/f, m/m
  • the great american whatever by tim federle — m/m. if you enjoy mg or find its lgbt+ subsection especially important (or both, like me!), definitely make sure you check out federle’s better nate than ever series!
  • last seen leaving by caleb roehrig — m/m
  • wonders of the invisible world by christopher barzak — m/m. magical realism fix may be found here 👍
  • true letters from a fictional life by kenneth logan — m/m. tbh people call it the “male version of ‘to all the boys i’ve loved before’” but also neglect mentioning that it’s a lot whiter, too. where’s that supportive covey family goodness… that precocious but caring lara jean spirit? it’s just not there…
  • colorblind by siera maley — f/f
  • her name in the sky by kelly quindlen — f/f
  • radio silence by alice oseman — f/f, m/m, not hugely romance-focused

middle grade
there were very few releases this year that i was aware of, unfortunately! my old list’s selection remains a good place to look. here are 3 that i would recommend though:

(i think i might have read george in 2015, but i felt that i might as well put them all together!)

  • george by alex gino — follows the story of a trans girl. its storyline is similar to gracefully grayson, but unlike gg it is written by a trans author!
  • the other boy by m.g. hennessey — follows the story of a trans boy. pretty solid story except… uncalled for random racist comment in the middle of the book… wyd (waiting for the mg genre to grow more inclusive of lgbt+ children of color! not being racially hostile is the FIRST STEP.)
  • gracefully grayson by ami polansky 

+ A GRAPHIC NOVEL MOST OF U HAVE PROBABLY READ ALREADY: LUMBERJANES!! love it breathe it read it

if you want some mg books that have casually gay side/main-ish characters, i can name the wolf wilder and the thing about jellyfish, although… you have to kind of dig for it, so i wouldn’t call these revolutionary moments of representation, but! it’s just a nice addition to separate stories that remind you that the middle grade genre can be inclusive w/o becoming entirely issue-based (which i find sometimes more inaccessible for children? i ramble!). i do believe it’s good for young children to read this kind of fiction, too! 

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finally, some lgbt+ books i did not enjoy or care for in any capacity, for posterity: highly illogical behavior (gross narrative surrounding mental health, sexuality), symptoms of being human (ya book abt a nonbinary character; written by cis author who bscly uses sexual assault as plot device & doesn’t acknowledge neutral pronouns?), know not why (really unapologetically homophobic tbh), whatever.: or how junior year became totally f$@ked, more happy than not (so… bleak…), see you at harry’s, and lily and dunkin (this is the fourth mg book about a trans character that i’m aware of; i found its message hugely alarming and invalidating). that doesn’t mean you won’t enjoy them, though! 

The Exquisite Corpse

Okay guys, the Exquisite Corpse Writing challenge is officially over! You all did an amazing job and I always couldn’t wait to read the next part every day! So as promised, here’s the story in full with credits from each writer at the bottom of their section and no weird reblogs between parts. Enjoy!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2950

Warnings: None

Summary: Dean and the reader look through an old box of pictures and end up finding more than memories between the layers of glossy cardstock.

*Gif is not mine, all gifs used on my blog are from Google Images.*

“Y/N? Where are you?”

  A deep voice drew your attention from what you were doing and you looked up just in time to see Dean Winchester’s towering form appear in the doorway. He squinted down in confusion and you flashed him an innocent smile.

  “What the hell is that?” he asked.

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The Eve Of My Sadness - A Miraculous One-Shot

Hi everyone! So, this is my first work for this fandom, so I hope you all like it! Special thanks to @confusednonage , my friend, beta, and partner-in-crime.

Notes:  I meant to post this on Christmas Eve, but I’ve been procrastinating busy. Sorry haha! Also, my first one-shot. Ever. Please enjoy, and reblog if you enjoy!

Summary: In which Sadrien is Sad, and Marinette tries to help. Angst ensues.

                           FF                                                        AO3


Gabriel Agreste’s Christmas Eve soirée was spectacular, as usual. The food was exquisite, the decorations were ornate, and the tree was magnificent. Everyone chattered among themselves, though all were making attempts to approach Gabriel himself. Adrien would have attempted to sneak out hours ago, except his father would call him over every few minutes to “introduce” him; Adrien knew that it was mostly to prevent him from leaving.

“I hope you don’t have plans for tonight, Adrien,” Gabriel had said, “because your attendance is required. I don’t want anyone to be under the impression that I can’t control my own son.”

Yeah, imagine a world like that, Adrien had thought bitterly. “I know. I’ll be there, so don’t worry.”

So, Adrien forced a smile, and gave a warm handshake (he’d been keeping his hands in his pockets, blowing hot air on them every minute or so to keep them warm) to everyone to whom his father introduced him, and utilized every small-talk question he’d learned over his years of entertaining his father’s associates.

A thought struck him, well into the night. What was Ladybug doing tonight? Was she with her family? Did she have a lot of brothers and sisters with which she shared her holiday cheer? Did they watch Christmas movies over hot chocolate and bûche de Noël? Did they have a tradition of opening one small gift on Christmas Eve? If so, was she opening hers right now?

Was she thinking of him, too?

Adrien suppressed a lovesick sigh. He knew that his every move was being watched not only by the press, but also by his father; even still, he couldn’t help it. Ladybug made him giddy and nervous whenever she intruded his thoughts without warning.

He wondered if she was a fan of him as a model. He hoped not. If she was, then she didn’t see him as a human, just like everyone else with the exception of his friends. He was just a body, a doll that the photographers could pose any way they wanted, and they made millions because of it.

Adrien shook his head. He didn’t want to think about that now. No need to add that to his sadness. He just had to take things as they were and deal with it.

All he knew: later tonight, he had to get out of here.


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ispo for your drabble requests ;-)

so I found this thing and I found it super cute so why not make a few bias drabbles out of them:

1) “Pull over.  Let me drive for awhile.”
2) “It reminded me of you.”
3) “No, no, it’s my treat.”
4) “Come here.  Let me fix it.”
5) “I’ll walk you home.”
6) “Have a good day at work.”
7) “I dreamt about you last night.”
8) “Take my seat.”
9) “I saved a piece for you.”
10) “I’m sorry for your loss.”
11) “You can have half.”
12) “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”
13) “Sorry I’m late.”
14) “Can I have this dance?”
15) “I made your favorite.”
16) “It’s okay.  I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
17) “Watch your step.”
18) “Here, drink this.  You’ll feel better.”
19) “Can I hold your hand?”
20) “You can borrow mine.”
21) “You might like this.”
22) “It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.”
23) “I’ll wait.”
24) “Just because.”
25) “Look both ways.”
26) “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.”
27) “Try some.”
28) “Drive safely.”
29) “Well, what do you want to do?”
30) “One more chapter.”
31) “Don’t worry about me.”
32) “It looks good on you.”
33) “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
34) “That’s okay, I bought two.”
35) “After you.”
36) “We’ll figure it out.”
37) “Can I kiss you?”
38) “I like your laugh.”
39) “Don’t cry.”
40) “I made this for you.”
41) “Go back to sleep.”
42) “Is this okay?”
43) “I picked these for you.”
44) “I’ll drive you to the hospital.”
45) “What do you want to watch?”
46) “You can go first.”
47) “Did you get my letter?”
48) “I’ll do it for you.”
49) “Call me when you get home.”
50) “I think you’re beautiful.”
51) “Are you sure?”
52) “Have fun.”
53) “Sit down, I’ll get it.”
54) “I made reservations.”
55) “I don’t mind.”
56) “It brings out your eyes.”
57) “There is enough room for both of us.”
58) “You don’t have to say anything.”
59) “Wow.”
60) “Happy birthday.”
61) “I’ll pick it up after work.”
62) “It can wait until tomorrow.”
63) “Cross my heart and hope to die.”
64) “It’s two sugars, right?”
65) “I’ll help you study.”
66) “Stay over.”
67) “I did the dishes.”
68) “You didn’t have to ask.”
69) “I bought you a ticket.”
70) “You’re warm.”
71) “No reason.”
72) “I’ll meet you halfway.”
73) “Take mine.”
74) “We can share.”
75) “I was just thinking about you.”
76) “I want you to have this.”
77) “Call me if you need anything.”
78) “Do you want to come too?”
79) “I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”
80) “Is your seat belt on?”
81) “Sweet dreams.”
82) “I was in the neighborhood.”
83) “Stay there.  I’m coming to get you.”
84) “The key is under the mat.”
85) “It doesn’t bother me.”
86) “You’re important too.”
87) “I saved you a seat.”
88) “I’ll see you later.”
89) “I noticed.”
90) “You can tell me anything.”
91) “I hope you like it.”
92) “I want you to be happy.”
93) “I believe in you.”
94) “You can do it.”
95) “Good luck.”
96) “I brought you an umbrella.”
97) “I’ll pick you up at the airport.”
98) “Take a deep breath.”
99) “Be careful.”
And…
100) “I love you.”

You should have lied - Part 3

p.s this is not my gif, credits go to the owner! 

Hi everyone! I’m so sorry it took a bit longer, but I had some writing problems! Many thanks for all the reviews, reblogs and favorites. Special thanks to my bestie philipp-yong-gong-gong​ for this whole idea and for being my beta reader.
I hope you all enjoy the last part of this story!

Part 1             Part 2

Summary: Reader x J2 x Misha - just friends  /  Reader x Robert Buckley
This is the last part of the tragic lovestory between Jensen x Reader. I hope you like it.

Warnings: None
Words: 2659


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the soul tattoo - four

pairing: Luke/Reader (Y/N)
rating: PG (there’s some swearing)
requested: nah

word count: idfk I wrote this on my phone

summary: If one day you woke up with a random tattoo on your body, you were destined to meet your soulmate soon. When (Y/N) finally gets her soul tattoo, she’s in for a shock when she finds out who her soulmate is. 

one // two // three 

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(Luke’s POV)

Everything about her was perfect. The second my eyes laid upon her, I knew she was beautiful. She was just standing there on the doorstep, looking so.. perfect. She was gorgeous with her small smile and twinkling green eyes. She was just the perfect height for me too. Not too short, and not too tall either. You could say she was kinda hot.

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(A table of contents is available. It will be kept updated throughout the series, and I will reblog it upon completion of the series. This series will remain open for additional posts.)

Part 6: What’s the Fuss About Classics?

This series is supposed to help you identify the qualities of your own story that will allow you to pick out the two or three genres that you’ll use when shopping your manuscript to publishers or agents. Let me tell you something: You do not write the classics. This can seem very disappointing since all your friends and family who are not writers are probably telling you, “You’re going to write the next Great American Novel!” or “I can’t wait to read your book; it’s going to be a classic.” I’ve even heard media refer to books, movies, TV shows as “instant classics!”

I’m going to say it one more time: You do not write classics. A writer may set out with that goal, to write a book that might become a classic, but books are not classics when you’re writing them. You will not be shopping your new manuscript around to the publishers who label themselves as releasing only classic titles. Classics become classics through time, and public opinion and ridicule. If it survives, it joins the ranks of being classics. At that point, a classics publisher may consider reissuing your book through their imprint (of course, only after your original contract runs its course).

What makes a classic story?

Why am I even bothering to bring this up if it’s not a choice for querying? Who cares? Classics are a genre in and of themselves. They are a very highly revered group, and it’s important that they be included in the list of genres in Part 2 because they are important books. That you won’t know if you’re writing them until after you’re published does not diminish the need to talk about them. So then, how can your story get into the wondrous genre of classics? Unfortunately, I can’t just flip over to a dictionary or even an educational website on the characteristics of genres to pull a definition. It’s pretty nebulous what lives on in the annals of literary history. Fortunately, there are a few things in common between the books who are considered classics, a few traits about the stories themselves that helped put them where they are that we can talk about. Perhaps it won’t form a complete definition for you to go by, but it can certainly help a little to understand.

Classics are transformative. Whether you consider them within their historical context of when they were first emerging on the market or you examine their effect on the craft of writing itself, there’s no debate that books that have gone on to be considered classics created an impact. They can transform a person or transform an element of craft, transform a society’s outlook on a situation or transform a genre.

Classics are elastic. Who the heckies still cares about The Odyssey? Written somewhere around the 8th century BC, how can it still be considered a classic? Why are we still reading it? The Odyssey is read worldwide still, all these hundreds of years later, because elements of it can be applied even to human beings and society today. This is elasticity. Classic stories can be taken and dissected, examined, twisted, pulled apart, extracted, and applied to a thousand theories, ideas, concepts, and world problems, but at the end of the day when we release it, it still springs back to retain its original shape. Classics retain their impact both despite time and because of time.

Classics reflect the human condition. This phrase comes from college literature courses, and let me be the first to tell you I don’t like it much, either. It sounds pompous and is difficult to define. This point goes hand-in-hand with what I’ve said about classics being transformative. Classics say something about the world, about humans. What they have to say stands the test of time. It’s still relatable somehow.

“Classics” do not automatically mean “favorite.” It’s not always true to say that the world loves a book just because it’s considered a classic. Nor is it always true to say that “classics are taught in classrooms.” Yes, they often are part of a school curriculum (because we can learn about ourselves from them, or study how a work impacted a mindset in history, or see the influence a style had on writing craft as a whole), but simply being a classic does not put your book on a class syllabus. “Classic” can be subjectively “good prose.” You are completely entitled to dislike classics. (I have an English degree; I do not like most classics. I appreciate them. I do not like them.) You don’t have to like them, but you do have to understand them, understand why they are important to society and the world, understand their thumbprint on the world.

So where does that leave you, with your new manuscript and your query letter? Not in the realm of classics. Yet. In terms of cross-genre-ing, classics have been parts of all kinds of genres prior to becoming considered classics. Think of The Lord of the Rings–that’s a classic series, but also fantasy. Now think of Sense and Sensibility–also a classic, but also romance (kind of?? in perhaps a more austere sense of the genre??). My point is, it’s highly unrecommended to take your manuscript to an imprint that publishes classics like Penguin Classics. You, with your new book, are not a classic yet. Those imprints are reprints, like Shakespeare and To Kill a Mockingbird. They need to be acknowledged as a genre in their own right, but they are not what I really was aiming at with this series.

Next up: Cultural Heritage!

Title: You Don’t Have To Do This Alone

Words: 1564

AN: Here it is! This is the third part in the Two Little Lines series. I have some big stuff coming your way as long as you want it! I see at least two more parts, maybe even three in the near future as long as I keep getting this response. I can’t believe Two Little Lines has over 100 notes! Thank you all for the feedback and reblogs. You are all the best, and I love you all! 

Read Part One Here  Read Part Two Here

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It had felt like years since you had been in this place. You were sick of the nurses,the doctors and defiantly the food. You were craving a big bacon cheeseburgerwith a side of French-fries… Maybe even a chocolate shake… It’s no question that the baby got its appetite from Dean. You knew sooner or later you would have to tell him the truth about why you left. Especially since Sam would know soon. ‘He should be here soon actually,’ you thought. He was at home when you called, so it would take about a day to get here. But knowing Sam and the way he drove when he REALLY needed to be somewhere… He would arrive much faster then that. You sat back, resting your head on one of your many pillows, and clicked on the TV…. Gosh. He was everywhere. You couldn’t go one minute without seeing something that reminded you of Dean and it was starting to bug you. You knew it was stupid. But seeing him everywhere you turned around made you feel guilty. Deciding there was nothing to do except wait for Sam and watch the dominos fall, you settled in and turned up the TV…  This was Dean’s favorite episode. 

Three hours of Dr. Sexy later, a crash and yelling caught your attention. The sound of a booming voice came echoing down the hallway. 

“Just tell me where she is!” You straightened yourself out and cursed when you realized you couldn’t run and get him. High blood pressure… Damn. 

“I’m sorry sir, you aren’t on the visitors list and….”

“Sam?!! Sam, I’m in here!” There was a scuffle and then there was Sam, barging into your room with a grumpy nurse on his tail.

“I’m sorry miss, he insisted on coming back here….” She started.

“It’s okay! Really…. he’s family.” You insisted, reaching out from the bed and taking Sam’s hand. “I was expecting him.” You gave her your most convincing smile; she looked skeptical, but gave a curt nod and then left the room. After she was gone, you and Sam stayed frozen, neither of you knew what to say, or do next. The grip on your hand tightened and before he turned around to face you. When you couldn’t take it anymore you held your arms out and motioned for him to come closer. His arms wrapped around you in a familiar hug. You had missed this; Sam had always been able to calm you and provide comfort and it was no different now. He pulled back and gave you a smile.

“Look at you! Did you miss a few haircuts?” you teased, ruffling his hair. His gave you a *shut up, don’t say one more thing about my hair* look.

“Okay, okay… My hair is long very funny. But don’t think you can change the subject and get away with any of this. Its time you tell me what’s really going on.” Damn. Why did he have to see right through you? This was it. After this, it wouldn’t be a secret anymore. “here goes nothing,” you thought. Your hands moved to the top of your blanket and grabbed the fabric between your fingers. Taking a deep breath, you slowly moved the blanket away from your body, revealing your large stomach. Trying to gage his reaction, you watched as his face scrunched up in confusion. He started to pace back and forth all the while mumbling something you couldn’t quite make out. He finally stopped walking, and looked up at you.

“I think I need to sit down.”

“Okay big guy, come here” you patted the spot next you on the bed and waited until he was seated next to you to place your hand on his arm. “Sam?” he didn’t say anything back, just continued to look at your stomach. Well, if he wasn’t going to say anything, then you were going to use this time to your advantage and get it all out. “I found out the day I left. I know that it seems wrong, like I abandoned him…. But I did what I thought was best. Dean doesn’t want that life Sam, he may have thought he did once. I mean look at what happened with Lisa and Ben…. I couldn’t put him through that. He would have felt trapped, and then would resent me. It would kill me if that happened Sam. It would break my heart.” Sam turned his head to face you, searching your face. He looked like he was about to say something, but before he could get it out he was cut off by the doctor.

 “Hey! Looks like your feeling better. I’ve got your release papers here.” Finally. “But…” NO… you groaned internally, “Before we do that, lets take a look at that little guy in there.” Sam was silent in the corner of the room watching as you pulled your gown aside, allowing the doctor to place the cold gel on your stomach. “There’s your baby.” The sound of it’s heartbeat ran through the quiet room; all three of you listening intently.

“There’s my little nugget.” You smiled at the sonogram of your baby and rubbed your stomach. You would never get tired of looking at the little human. You were surprised when Sam moved to stand closer, his eyes mesmerized as much as yours were.

“Did you say ‘little guy’?” Sam said, speaking for the first time since the doctor came in the room.

“Um. Yes I did, but I was just being general.”

“Oh. Got it.” Sam’s face deflated a bit. “ I was just curious.”

“Well I can tell you the sex if you would like. I have all the equipment right here.” Sam looked at you expectantly. It had never really occurred to you that you might want to know the gender of the baby before it was born. You already knew that no matter what the baby was, or who it wanted to be, that you would love it unconditionally. But…since the information right there, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

“I would love that.” The doctor nodded and went back to the computer, enlarging the image, making it easier for you both to see.

“That” he pointed to the screen, “is your little girl”. A baby girl! You were going to have a daughter. Sam squeezed your hand.

“Wow. That’s my niece.”

An hour later, after your release papers were signed and you finally got to wear your regular clothes, Sam helped you into his truck. The drive back to your apartment was quiet. Not an uncomfortable silence, just a calm, peaceful quiet that reminded you of how you and Sam used to sit in the library and read together when Dean had gone to the range, or was working on the Impala. After navigating side streets and traffic, the two of you stood at your door.

“Look, I know that it’s tiny, and nothing like the bunker, but it’s been a home to me for the last few months. Just don’t make fun of me.”

“(Y/N) you are talking to someone who grew up jumping from shady motel room to shady motel room. I’m sure its fine.” Sam said, reassuring you. You placed the keys into the lock and turned the knob. Stepping into the entry way you kicked off your shoes out of habit, and Sam followed suit. The tiny apartment had a large open space, where you had put the bed and set up the crib on one side. There wasn’t much, just a few of your things. Most of it was things that you had bought for the baby. The other side of the room was a makeshift kitchen with a run down refrigerator and a stove.  “(Y/N) can I use your bathroom? I didn’t get a chance to go at the hospital and it’s been a long drive.”

“Yeah, sure. It’s that door right there.”

“Thanks.” Sam had started for the bathroom, when you remembered.

“Oh Sam! When you flush, make sure to giggle the handle because it gets stuck and the water will keep running.”

“Alright” Sam nodded.

“Oh and don’t wash your hands with the water from the sink, you have to use the jug of water on the counter because the water line is busted. Its not safe to drink either.” You pointed to a stockpile of bottled water in the corner of the apartment.

“(Y/N), what are you doing? I’m not letting you raise my niece here. This is ridiculous. How do you even expect to do maintain all of this when your not even allowed to get out of bed?’’ Sam walked forward and took your hands. “I just think that everyone would be much happier with you home safe were you can be taken care of. You’re my best friend. You don’t have to do this alone.”

“Sam, if I go back I have to face him, and tell him what I did. He’s going to hate me.”

“(Y/N) Dean loves you. I think you should give him a little more credit. He has been on a hunt, he wont be back for at least another week. You have some time to figure out how you want to tell him…. Besides Dean will make a great father. Just look how I turned out?”

college/university tips from a rising junior

i’m halfway through, so i thought i’d share some of the wisdom that’s made my survival possible. tips for dealing with roommates, studying, grade stress, feeling like you’re the only ___ kid, greek life, dressing cute, making friends, and being away from your family under the cut!

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A Family Affair

This is based on the episode synopsis for the season finale- with the hint ‘ Meredith and Maggie offer Amelia support’.

Enjoy! :)

Amelia’s POV

 I sit on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, my knees drawn up to my chest. I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. I want to cry- but I can’t. I can’t allow myself to cry, because I’m a world class neurosurgeon, and world class neurosurgeons don’t cry. I feel like my heart has dropped out of my chest. I’m having palpitations and sweating. Is this what an anxiety or panic attack feels like?

 Lying in front of me is the cause of my anxiety attack. 5 pregnancy tests, which I grabbed from the aisle while grocery shopping yesterday, all sporting the big bold letters ‘PREGNANT’. I stare at the pregnancy test sticks for a while longer, as if staring at the sticks would change the results. But nope, the big bold letters were still there, staring back at me, mocking me.

 Of course I remember what got me into this predicament in the first place. It was the night when I finally confessed my love to Owen in my own messed up way.

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October Author Interview: @misshoneywheeler

Every month or so we will feature an interview with an author or artist from the Jon/Sansa Fandom, giving you the opportunity to peer into their minds and meet the people behind the magic!


For our October Author Interview another legendary Jon/Sansa author, @misshoneywheeler, was kind enough to take the time to talk with us! After our last interview with @thefairfleming, it seemed only right and just that our next interview be with her equally amazing and talented partner in crime. MHW was kind enough to take some time to chat with Mod Alice about who she is and what inspires her!

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2015 June CS Fic Recs

Hello Shipmates! I know I’m a little late with this fic rec but it doesn’t make these any less wonderful. I hope you are all fairing well during this awful hiatus. SDCC 15 is almost here. We’ve seen the first poster and pics of Dark Swan. I’m waiting for the amazing fics to start rolling in once we get a glimpse of what is to come.

I do this every month to give a special shout out to all of our CS Fic writers. They are amazing and talented people who share their imagination with us daily. They do this because they love it. Please don’t forget that when you read some amazing one shot, prompt, MC, or just a chapter. Tip your writer well with a comment, review, or even better tell them your favorite part of their story. It doesn’t cost anything to spread a little kindness and fluff some auras. 

I hope you enjoy this month’s recs! Just in case you need more the previous month’s recs are listed below. 

May - Apr -  Mar - FebCSSV HolidayJanDecNov Oct Sept CSSS HolidayCS Writers CompilationsCompleted FicsCS FF Writers List

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Larry Fic Rec

*** = must read

Make Tea, Not War by howdoyouwhisk (popsongdelusional)

“Is he the messiest?”

“Yes.”

“Does he do the washing up?”

“Never.”

“Does he make his bed?”

“Never.”

“Hopeless, hopeless flatmate. Would you rather be with one of these guys?”

“Nope!”

Or: Louis attempts to become a better flatmate, much to Harry’s dismay.

smile in slow motion by istajmaal 

“It’s 2011, Niall. People can fuck their friends’ faces without it meaning anything more than that.”

or, Louis is Harry’s dom and maybe also his soulmate

*** A Summer of Us by LouisandHarryandLove

Louis couldn’t help that he was basically a bundle of nerves all the time. He had too many thoughts and too many worries, but too few friends to share them with.
So when Louis’ mom told him he could invite a friend to the beach house his family was renting for the summer, he couldn’t help but panic.
But this year was different. This year he knew exactly who he wanted to invite, if he could just get up the nerve to ask the pretty curly haired boy who had been so nice to him for the past four months.
Little does Louis know, he’s in for one of the best and most transformative summers of his life.

Then, Now, and Forever: Part 1 by LouisandHarryandLove

“Louis had never loved so deeply or trusted so strongly or needed so badly. Harry was everything, he was his whole world. As everything else around them was tightened up and organized and scheduled and structured, Harry and Louis threw themselves so deeply and so intensely into their relationship that they were both immediately and irrevocably transformed.”

Three and a half years into their relationship, Louis and Harry have never been more in love. But the years of lying and pretending are beginning to catch up to Louis. He can feel the anxiety building in him and tries to deal with it in some unhealthy ways. Harry does everything he can to keep Louis centered, but the constant pressure on both boys is slowly wearing them down.

In flashbacks, Harry and Louis are at the very beginning of their relationship. They deal with everything that goes along with the start of a new relationship, including fumbling first kisses and first sexual experiences. They also, of course, must deal with their rise to fame and hiding their nonconforming love from the world.

This fic is romantic, angsty, sexy, and most importantly very smutty!

Non-AU

Give Me Truths by iwillpaintasongforlou

‘Just like a little cat,’ Louis thought later, as he drifted off to sleep. 'A little kitten with his claws sunk right into me.’ It isn’t that terrible of a thought, after all.
………….
Louis is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Harry is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Louis puts him back together.

Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy.  

  *** Patience, Little One by queen_eirene

Louis can be a mumbling mess- it’s not his fault he trips over his words in the heat of the moment. Daddy Harry kisses away his insecurities and waits to hear what his baby needs to tell him, obliging to all his requests.

*** Eventide Intrigue by LouisandHarryandLove

Perrie casually asks to paint Louis’ nails one night when she, Louis, Harry, and Zayn are all hanging out together. Louis is unsure about but finds himself going along with it.

Louis soon realizes he really loves the way the nail polish looks on him. It makes him feel pretty and delicate. He can’t stop running his thumbs over the smooth glossy surface of his nails.

But these feeling don’t come without a flood of insecurity and anxiety. Harry of course is as supportive as ever, but Louis soon finds himself needing more.

Want You More Than A by TheCellarDoor

Falling in love with your step-brother’s best friend is a disaster enough. When he happens to be the boy everyone loves and you’re a nerd who wears sweater vests and cries during rom-coms, it takes it to a whole new level.

Perfect Match Series by itslarrybitch

A perfect match- in which Louis wants to be a good Sub but he can’t seem to find the right Dom. Then he meets Harry.

my heart is breathing for this moment in time by usedtothebeach

When Louis first saw Harry at the 2010 X Factor Auditions, he thought he was watching a peculiarly special stranger. But Harry has known Louis ever since he was five years old.

Because Louis has a rare genetic disorder that causes him to Time Travel to important moments in his past and in his future - and to Harry, always to Harry. When they’re put into a band together, it seems like everything Harry has been waiting and wishing for has finally come true. Except for the small fact that Louis doesn’t know that Harry is in love with him- that Harry’s always been in love with him. Fate, it would seem, is just getting started.

A story about growing up and growing together, and the impossible love that makes it all worthwhile.

***  Maybe This Time by sunsetmog

“I just want to call you Daddy sometimes,” Louis says again, and his initial bravery has buggered off somewhere, leaving just the frantic beating of his heart and the rest of this bottle of Jack Daniels.

THE DESCRIPTION DOES NOT DO THIS FIC JUSTICE IT IS AMAZING!!!

*** Take My Hand, Darling by queen_eirene

Harry wants to experiment with bondage, but Louis’ worried about trying new things. They both kinda miss holding each other’s hand.

Lavender by iwillpaintasongforlou

Louis’ safe place, Harry has come to discover with him, is when he’s small. Some people might find it strange that loud, bossy, sassy Louis has a soft stuffed bunny that he likes to hold, or that his favorite present Daddy’s ever given him is a pretty blue soother. To Harry and his beautiful boy, though, it’s just another quiet night at home.

Fading by tothemoonmydear

Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.

***  Sick Ideas Involving Me, Involving You by hharrytomlinson

Prompt: a wild spring break journey with the ot5. somehow, a buffalo comes into the story.

***  Nothing You Can Do (But You Can Learn How To Be You In Time) by Teumessian

A Canon Compliant Semi-AU. Louis braids Harry’s hair. There are good times, bad times, fancy houses, supportive bandmates, secret boyfriends, small rebellions, bigger revolutions, some nail varnish, ribbons, cute clothing, and a Pinterest.