you came along just like a song and brightened my day

Black Butterflies and Déjà Vu

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 873

Lovely

A/N: Here’s the second and final part to ‘Lovely’ and it’s based on the song ‘Black Butterflies and Déjà Vu’ by the Grammy Award-watching band, The Maine. Enjoy!

Originally posted by theimpossibleg1rl

“JUST SAY HOW YOU FEEL, DAMMIT. YOU’RE KILLING ME HERE!”

Howling in laughter, Bucky squeezed your shoulder as you mumbled obscenities under your breath, clearly frustrated about how your favorite show unraveled before you. Once again, Amy and Jonah dispelled any rumors that they had feelings for one another, continuing the long and grueling torture of true love unspoken. Sure, it was just a show, but you couldn’t help feel so invested in these characters, projecting your life upon theirs and experiencing the emotions they felt.

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Milkshake

Originally posted by standallaleks


Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Request: “Hey I was wondering if you could write an Alex Standall imagine? Maybe it can take place around the time of the dollar valentine and since he’s trying to get over jess, then he decides to call the first person on his list - which is the reader. Maybe they go to the diner and eat and it’s a little awkward at first but then they find something in common and it ends fluffy and cute? Alex deserves some happiness and good imagines imo.”

Words: 2.330

A/N: An Alex imagine is up again! Alex REALLY deserves some happiness, because he deserved way better, just like Jeff! I love those two cinnamon rolls, really!
I hope you enjoy and like this imagine! Thank you so much for requesting!

- G. x

Warning: (Y/F/F) is Your Favourite Flavour.


It was Valentine’s Day and you were so nervous because it would be your first date ever since. You joined the Oh My Dollar Valentine and it got you a date with the infamous platinum blonde haired boy, Alex Standall. He was the only one who had his hair in that way, so it was impossible not to know him.

You never liked participating at any school activities, but they came up with the idea of Oh My Dollar Valentine and you thought of giving it a shot.

The event consisted of filling up a form, where you chose your interests and the things you looked for someone, and, with just a dollar, you could have the name and the number of the people that had the same interests as you did. The earnings of the event would go to the cheerleaders’ camp and why should you not help them?

You remembered how you got your call and you didn’t even expect it. It was during your lunch break and you were getting some books for the next class in your locker.

“Uhm, hello Alex?” You hesitated to answer his phone call, because you weren’t close to him, not even a little bit. You had him in few of your classes, but you never bothered to talk to him.

“Hey, (Y/N). How are you?” He asked you and you could hear the nervousness in his voice.

“I am good. How about you?” You weren’t sure how to answer him and, in fact, you were feeling uncomfortable to talk to him.

“I’m… good.” He paused for a little bit and you could say that he didn’t know how to talk to you either.

“Are you sure?” You assured him with a corrugated forehead while you were searching for some books.

“Yes.” He shortly answered and it was obvious that he didn’t want to talk about it. “Look, you were in my list for the Dollar Valentine and…” He cut what he was about to say and he thought that it was understandable that he was asking you out for a date on Valentine’s.

“And?” You raised your eyebrow as you asked him. He wasn’t really an extrovert person and you could hear that he was having some kind of trouble on talking to you.

“And I am asking if you… you could g-go o-out on a da-date with me next week, on Valentine’s Day?” He stuttered as he proposed you his thoughts. You found it cute that he was feeling flustered to ask you out, but you wondered why he asked you.

He was in a relationship with Jessica Davis, one of the cheerleaders in Liberty High, and it didn’t end pretty well between the two of them. Maybe Alex was trying to move on, but you thought why would he choose you, when there were other people to ask out?

“(Y/N)?” He assured that you were still there, because you didn’t answer his question. You were shocked, of course.

“Alex, I’m still here.” You shook your head as you got your book and closed your locker.

“So? What’s the answer?” He asked as you saw him along the hallway, holding his phone and looking at you.

He was far enough to see you properly, but you flashed him a wide smile. “Of course, Alex. I would love to.”

You heard him unleashing a sigh of relief and you laughed because of his actions. “Dinner at Rosie’s diner and maybe I can walk you back home?”

“Sure, that’s fine. What time?” You asked as you started to walk towards your classroom, the space between the two of you was diminished as you took some little steps forward.

“Eight o'clock would be perfect.” He answered, seeing him smile confidently now. He somehow relaxed, since he got his comfortable pace during your conversation.

“See you at eight, then.” You winked at him as you ended the phone call and walked passed him.

“See you, pretty.” You heard him giggle and you just shook your head. Heading in your History class.

You entered the diner and you quickly saw Alex, waiting for you while fidgeting with a long stemmed red rose in his hands.

“Alex!” You called his attention and he quickly shot his glance at you. He quickly stood up as he waited for you to reach the booth.

“Hey, (Y/N).” You both smiled and you stopped yourselves from hugging each other because there was still an awkward atmosphere between the two of you.

“Uhm, for you.” He handed you the rose and you avoided some thorns of it.

“Thank you, Alex.” You smiled at him and you both took your seats.

“Uhm…” Alex started to kill the silence between the two of you. The slow love song in the background and some murmurs could be heard inside the diner and it made you sick.

“Yes?” Your gaze brighten, couldn’t wait to know what he had to say.

“Oh,” He bit his lip as he thought that he might say some wrong things and he was afraid to offend you. “I mean…” He tried to find the right words, but they didn’t seem to flash in his mind. “Never mind.”

“Oh, okay.” You shortly answered as you looked at his eyes. He felt uncomfortable, because he avoided the eye contact.

You tapped your fingers on the table, since you were both silent and you didn’t know how to start the conversation again.

“Alex, you play the guitar, right?” You suddenly blurted out to have a little bit of dialogues with him.

“Yup, I do.” He smiled once again, thankful that you thought of some topics to talk about. “Why?”

“Nothing, I am not seeing you play in the jazz band anymore.” You pointed out as you let him know that you noticed the small things.

“I quitted, since I really can’t focus on it in these days.” He explained and you listened as you fidgeted with the flower that he gave you.

“Jessica?” You whispered and he nodded quietly. You hinted that he didn’t want to talk about it. Why would he? You were not even close. “Sorry.”

“It’s not because I don’t want to talk about it.” He said as if he read your mind and then he rested his arms on the table. “It’s because I respect you. You are my date for tonight and not Jessica.”

“Thank you.” You happily answered and he smiled at you. You thought that he was a sweet and an altruist person.

You stared at each other and you took the chance to admire his features. You noticed his dilated deep blue eyes and his septum ring, his lips were reddish and the pale skin enhanced them. Of course, you adored his platinum hair even more, you thought that it was cool and unique.

“(Y/N), what do you want to eat?” Alex asked you and you shook your head to forget about your thoughts. You noticed that the waiter was waiting for you and you bit your lip as you were so embarrassed.

“I’m having a cheeseburger with fries on the side.” You said as you went through the usual food you order in that diner.

“Drinks?” The waiter asked and you just smiled as Alex ordered a (Y/F/F)-flavoured milkshake.

“Same for me.” You answered and the waiter smiled before going back to the counter, probably giving the orders to the chef.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Alex asked as with a smirk as he noticed that you were smiling widely.

“Nothing.” You laughed as you felt a little bit comfortable with him. “It’s because the (Y/F/F)-flavoured milkshake.”

“What about it?” He chuckled a little bit. “It’s my favourite flavour.” He smiled as he gave another information about him.

“It’s my favourite too!” You exclaimed and you both laughed, feeling more confident now.

Few moments later, your food arrived and you both started to eat while you talk of some stuffs.

“Cheers to my milkshake buddy?” Alex raised the glass of his cold milkshake and laughed.

“Cheers!” You exclaimed as you both clinked your glasses while looking into each other’s eyes. You then sipped a little bit from it and you let out a loud laugh.

You both let yourself in and the awkwardness between the two of you faded away as you shared some of your stories.

“Sir, may I have the bill please?” Alex shouted as you finished your meal and you decided to go away.

“Here you go, sir.” The waiter gave Alex the bill and you were about to give Alex some dollars for it, but he refused to get it.

“Nope.” He shook his head. “I pay for this.”

“But…” You insisted but Alex is hard headed too, just like you.

“No buts and ifs.” He winked at you as he got some bills from his billfold wallet.

“Thank you.” You shyly said to him and he just smiled at you. You thought that he was really a gentleman and he knew how to treat a girl right.

“Here it is.” Alex said to the waiter as he paid the bill, giving him some extra bills for the tip. “Keep the change.”

“Thank you.” The waiter gratefully said as he took the empty plates away. “Have a nice night ahead.”

You looked at each other and you both had a nervous laughter as you blushed for what the waiter has said. Of course, what did he mean by that?

“Thanks.” Alex said with an embarrassed smile and you both got up from your table, giggling.

Alex decided to walk you home and to talk about more stuffs.

“You are really fun to be with, why didn’t I ever notice you before?” Alex asked and you just laughed at his question. You walked together slowly as you enjoyed the moment.

“Well, I don’t really know.” You raised your shoulders. “Probably because you hang out with the popular kids.”

“Right, but I would choose you if I ever have to.” He winked at you, trying to flirt and you knew that your face became red that moment.

“Shut up!” You playfully punched his arm. “Besides, I have a crush on your best friend Zach.” You jokingly said and he looked at you, shocked and offended.

“You are horrible!” He pouted and you just let out a loud laugh, not minding if the street was quiet and calm. “I dated you tonight and you are just admitting that you liked Zach?”

“Well, you still love Jessica.” You pointed it out. “Fair enough.”

“I am trying to move on, if you didn’t notice it.” He rolled his eyes, showing a pinch of his jealousy.

“Oh my God, Alex! You are so touchy.” You complained and you smiled at him. “I was just kidding.”

“Really?” He wanted to be sure before he pushed this moving on thing and dating you. Well, he didn’t want to use you because he really thought that you were fun to be with and your life was interesting.

“Really, Standall.” You seriously said, kind of emphasizing it to make it clear. “Isn’t it funny?”

“What?” Alex admired you as you were few steps ahead of him. He just studied your features, like what you did to him before.

“I mean, everything was so awkward before and now? It seems like we’ve known each other for years.” You shook your head while you let out some soft giggles, still looking at the road.

“We have that connection, maybe?” He pointed out and you just raised your shoulders.

“Yup, the milkshakes!” You happily exclaimed.

“True!” He agreed as you both laughed loudly, finding it funny that those milkshakes helped you to be confident to each other.

Once you arrived home, you both stopped in front of the front door.

“Alex, thank you so much for the night.” You gratefully blurted out and he just shook his head with a smile.

“Thank you, instead.” He carefully pulled you into a hug and you were shocked because you didn’t expect it. You felt the heat of his body and you hugged him back, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You had the possibility to smell his perfume and you couldn’t deny that he smelt really good. “You made me happy.”

“Guess we should thank that Dollar Valentine too.” You suggested, still hugging him.

“Precisely, thank George Washington, who had his face in that bill.” He joked as you heard his heart beating fast.

“Idiot.” You laughed and he joined you, feeling his muscles and his vocal chords vibrated.

“Have a good night, okay?” He reminded you as he left a soft kiss on your forehead, another thing that you didn’t expect to get from him.

“Same to you, Alex.” You smiled at him and you broke the hug. You still had Alex’s smell and you honestly didn’t want to let him go.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at school?” He sweetly asked as if he was longing for your presence. He really enjoyed your company and, little did you both know, he was already forgetting Jessica.

“You will.” You winked at him as you started to walk towards the door. “Take care, okay?”

“I will, (Y/N).” He assured you and you smiled widely once again.

“Good night!” You both said in unison and you stayed in front of the door to watch him walk away. You only went inside when his silhouette wasn’t visible anymore.

You vivaciously entered your house and you leant on the door, smiling while you dealt with the loud beats of your heart.

Your first date went very well, being so lucky that you were on Alex’s list and he called you, instead of the other four people on it.

You might sound selfish and egoist, but you couldn’t deny that Alex made you happy and you were very pleased that you accepted his proposal, nevertheless the uncomfortable stares and the awkwardness between the two of you.


So this is my @voltronsecretvalentine present for @sunprintedbedsheets !!! They love the Coffee Shop Au and Klance and well, I think I went a little overboard here. ^^; (its my first time doing one of these) I hope you love this hun!!

Summary: It was a case of falling for a grumpy customer who happened to be really cute, and his lack of self-control.

Word Count: 6970 (guys idk what happened)

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Lance leaned against the counter and groaned. Boredom was his unwanted friend today. Mid-day shifts were always slow, and if Lance wanted anything out of the shift at this point, it was a rush. Even a 5-person rush would be better than standing here at a register staring at an empty café.

He let out another sigh, puffing out his cheeks in a pout. If he looked on the bright side of this, his paycheck was going to be bigger than his last one. This pay period he picked up three extra shifts. Plus, he was working a double today because his coworker, Brian, was sick. He could only hope Blue was alright by herself. His cat always got antsy when he didn’t come home at the normal time. She was clingy like that.

The door chimed and Lance immediately stood up straight and flashed his best smile.

“Hi, welcome to Juniberry Café!” he greeted.

The customer was pulling down his scarf, freeing his mouth so he could speak. Lance kept his smile in place, but in the back of his head he was freaking out. Okay, so the guy was like really cute? Could you blame him? The customer came up to the counter and eyed the menu. He had dark gray eyes and a mop of hair that…was that a mullet? How was this guy pulling off a mullet? It’s the 21st century, dude, not the 80s. Yet that didn’t really detract from how attractive this guy was. How was this even fair?

“Could I get a double shot espresso?” he asked.

Lance keyed it into the register and grabbed a cup, slipping a sleeve on it. “Sure, what’s your name, pretty boy?”

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Good Job, Universe

Pairing: Jordan Fisher x Reader

Word Count: 2,392

A/N: Just want to thank the @hamwriters group chat for this wonderful idea based on somebody’s personal experience with my baby, Jordan Fisher. So basically, I took all of @myalexanderhamiltonjustyouwait‘s tweets and made a fic out of them bc how could I not?

With tears running down your face, you stood and clapped with the rest of the audience. You watched as the cast made their way back onstage and bowed. It was obvious they enjoyed performing the show every night. They were beaming, smiles on every face.

As you looked down the line of actors and actresses, your eyes stopped on the tanned, curly-haired young man who played John Laurens and Philip Hamilton. You recognized him instantly from his role of Doody in Grease Live. He had a smile on his lips, just as everyone else did, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Call it intuition, but you could tell he was upset about something. You wished you had the means to go and talk to him about, but you didn’t have those kinds of connections. You were lucky enough to see the show.

So you just clapped harder and shouted louder, attempting to make your gratitude heard.

As soon as you exited the theatre, your phone was out and you were opening Twitter. You found his Twitter handle quickly while you were muttering to yourself over what you should say. “Great performance? No, Y/N, everyone says that.” You declared quietly. “A show for the ages. What is this, a wrestling match? C’mon, think.”

Then it came to you. You tried not to seem too eager as you typed out a couple tweets.

I love Anthony so much but watching @Jordan_Fisher tonight in Hamilton was so amazing. He’s so talented, and makes an adorable kid Philip.

@Jordan_Fisher the animation that he acts with is totally unmatched from any other show I’ve ever seen, and that’s all Broadway shows.

@Jordan_Fisher I’ve never cried from seeing a performance, but seriously, you made me cry numerous times. Reynolds Pamphlet, Stay Alive, etc

@Jordan_Fisher I can’t wait to go back

You knew you probably seemed like a crazed fan, but once you started typing, you couldn’t stop. You let every emotion that he’d made you feel that night embody itself in those four little tweets. You hoped that they would brighten his night. He deserved it.


Monday came around faster than you’d hoped, but you decided to take the day off from work. Your job could be crazy stressful; a deadline here, a meeting there. You were all caught up on your work, and even a bit ahead of the game, so you didn’t think twice when you called in “sick”.

You noticed that you had a few Twitter notifications, so you unlocked your phone once more and opened the app. You gasped when you saw your notification tab. You couldn’t believe it.

Jordan Fisher liked every single tweet from last night.

A smile took over your face as you saw his reply:

@Y/T/H I can’t thank you enough for those sweet words. Truly.

If this wasn’t the best start to a day, you didn’t know what was. You had never, in a million years, thought that he would see your tweets in the midst of all his mentions, let alone reply. This made your day. And quite possible your life.

Of course, you didn’t know what to do with this information except repeat it to yourself over and over again with a grin splattered on your face. It was like you were in a dream that you never wanted to wake up from.

You got up from your bed and did your morning routine in a daze, a grin plastered on your face. You hummed one of Jordan’s songs as you showered and made up an embarrassing dance number to go along with it as you were making breakfast. After a particularly daring move (which totally didn’t cause you to almost fall), you went to grab some coffee from a cabinet, but there was no sign of coffee anywhere.

You didn’t let that get you down though. You decided to get dressed and take a small walk down the street to get buy some coffee from a nearby grocery store.

As you strolled down the street clutching your coat closer to you as the wind blew, you saw a figure hunched over near a door. You looked closer, seeing a man who was attempted to pick the lock. You’d been through this ordeal before, locking yourself out, so you felt bad for the obviously freezing and annoyed guy.

You neared him as he groaned and kicked the bottom of the door in defeat, “Stupid door.”

“You know, you should probably call your super.” You advised. “They should have a spare.”

He didn’t think twice about answering a stranger as he stood up straight, looking up at the sky. “I locked my phone inside.” He shook his head as he threw his hand in the direction of a window. “Left it on my bedside table.”

You tilted your head as you thought you recognized his voice. It sounded awfully familiar. He wasn’t fully facing you, so you thought about what you could do to get him to turn around. “Well,” You started, “You can borrow mine, if you like.”

He spun on his heel to face you, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. To be frank, he couldn’t believe his eyes either. Of course you were standing in front of Jordan Fisher, how could you not have known? And you? You were the girl who tweeted him the sweetest of praises the night before (which was a horrible day, he recalled).

“It’s Y/N, right?” He asked, his cheeks red (from the wind, obviously).

“Um, yeah.” You sputtered. You were taken aback; you didn’t expect him to be on a first name basis already. “How did you-”

“You tweeted me!” He said eagerly. He quickly noticed how excited he seemed and stuffed his hands in his pockets, trying to calm down a bit. “I was having a bad day yesterday. Stuff with my family back at home, and tour planning. Not to mention I was running late.” He rambled. He looked down and away, struggling to meet your curious eyes, “Basically, I was having a terrible day. Your tweets, they just reminded me why I love my job, why I love performing every night.” He found himself getting lost in your eyes as he spoke. “For you.”

You blushed and looked at the ground, not believing that this was actually happening. When he realized what he said, he immediately started stammering over his words, “I mean for people like you! Not you, specifically. Not that I don’t think you’re-” He stopped as he noticed you giggling at him. “I swear I’m normally cooler than this.” He told you.

“I’m sure you are.” You laughed. “How did you get stuck out here anyways?”

He pointed to a trash bag on the sidewalk, “Went to take out my trash and left my keys on the table.”

“Smooth move.”

“Thanks.”

You retrieved your phone from your pocket and handed it to him. “Call your super. Then we can talk about how much cooler you normally are.”

He chuckled nervously with his head bowed and thanked you. You leaned against the brick wall and waited as he made his call. His eyes widened as a sigh of relief fell from lips, “Thank God! Ben, I’m locked out.”

He paused for a second and furrowed his brow, “What do you mean, how? I left my keys inside.”

You giggled once more, only covering you smile when Jordan turned and gave you a playfully poignant look. “Alright, when can you come unlock the door?”

The frown on his lips was contagious as you watched him let out an exasperated sigh. “What am I supposed to do until then?” He asked. After mumbling an okay, he returned your phone, obviously upset with his current situation. “What did he say?” You asked.

“He won’t be able to unlock it until tonight.” He answered glumly. He cracked a small smile as he looked up at his window, “You wouldn’t happen to know how to pick a lock, would you?”

“Sadly, no. My criminal skills are subpar.” You answered, delighted that you made him chuckle. Suddenly, an idea came to mind as you perked up, a smile on your lips. Jordan looked back at you with a small amount of amusement in his eyes, “What?”

“I was going to go to the store to get some coffee and then head home to eat breakfast. You could join me, if you want.” You offered. When a smile started to break on his lips, you began to ramble, “My place isn’t too far from the theater either, so you could just walk down there at your call time. Or I could drive you. I mean, that would be a waste of a gas, it’s like a ten minute walk, but-”

“Y/N!” He stopped you with a chuckle. “I’d love to join you.”

You grinned shyly as beckoned for him to follow you. When he got to your side, you bumped shoulders with him, “I’m normally cooler than this, I swear.”

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“Truly.”

You both laughed and started to walk back towards your house. You stopped at the corner, waiting for the light to change when you remembered the coffee. Jordan looked at you, containing his laughter, when you spun on your heel and looked in the opposite direction. “The grocery store is definitely that way.” You chuckled.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything.”

You were surprised at how well you two got along. You’d always heard that meeting celebrities could be a huge let down, but Jordan didn’t even see himself that way. He seemed extremely unaware of the talent that he possessed, and you made it your duty to let him know. You talked about everything from the passion he put into the Stay Alive reprise to the musicality of each and every song on his EP.

By the time you both arrived at your apartment, he was practically begging to hear more about you. “There’s not much to say.” You told him as you opened your front door. “I work in communications at an advertising company. I make people look good.”

“And you don’t think that’s interesting?”

“It’s interesting enough.” You chuckled. “Coffee?”

He nodded and sat down at the island in your kitchen, watching you walk back and forth. It was fair to say that Jordan was developing a crush on you, and he was easily becoming nervous over it. He knew that when he had a crush, he immediately lost any coolness he usually possessed and became a sputtering fool. Lucky for him, you were the exact same way, so he had nothing to worry about.

As you approached him with a plate of food and a mug of coffee, his head turned to the side. “Do you hear that?”

You furrowed your brow, “Hear wh-”

“Shh!”

He got up and followed the noise as you giggled at him. When he got to the doorway, he stopped then turned left. Once he was sure it was coming from that direction, he pointed down the hall and dramatically started walking. As you laughed, you never realized how silly and playful Jordan was. It was almost like he was an overgrown child. “Don’t do anything creepy!” You called after him.

“Oh no, you’ve foiled my plans!” He returned sarcastically.

“I’m just saying,” You said, “Normally, strangers don’t just go roaming through people’s houses and - Are you singing?”

Jordan’s voice got closer as you chewed on a piece of bacon. You sat confused, jokingly asking him if he was going to serenade you. “I don’t think you need me to do that.” He responded.

“How are you singing and talking at the-”

Much to your despair, Jordan was standing in the doorway with your portable speaker in hand, a smirk on his face and his EP playing from the device. You slapped your hand onto your face as you groaned. “This is so embarrassing.”

“I appreciate the support, really.”

“Don’t make fun of me!” You defended as you went to retrieve the speaker from him. He held it high above you head, laughing as you reached for it. “I was really excited, okay?” You whined.

“Of course.” He grinned. “I just think we should take a moment-”

“Jordan, give me that speaker!”

“And appreciate how well the universe did-”

“I will tackle you, Fisher.”

“Putting this day together - Oomph!”

He hadn’t thought that you were serious when you said you would tackle him. You landed on top of him with a grin on your face as you retrieved the device. You sat up, one leg on either side of Jordan’s waist, and turned off the music with a cheer, “Victory is mine!”

After the laughter died down, you were both painfully aware of your position on the floor. You gasped as you stood up and offered your hand to him, which he graciously declined due to his sweaty palms. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to, uh. You know.”

“Yeah!” He stuttered. “I totally get it. You weren’t trying to.”

You both stood awkwardly in front of each other, nervously chuckling over your physical encounter. Jordan didn’t know what got into him though. He didn’t know if it was the innocent look in your eye or the way you nervously bit your lip to refrain from saying something stupid, but he had to do something. Just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“Do you, uh,” He started. “Do you mind if I try something real quick?”

“I guess not.”

That was all he needed to cup your cheeks in his hands and press a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. Before the kiss could go any further, he pulled away with a smile on his face, “Yup, you’re the one.”

You were confused, but the grin on your lips didn’t show it. “What?”

“My mother always said I’d know the girl of my dreams when I kiss her.” He breathed. “I just kissed her.” You giggled as he pecked your lips again and again. Your stomach was so filled with butterflies, you barely registered that you’d mindlessly agreed to go to dinner with him between kisses. When he finally pulled away, you narrowed your eyes at him playfully.

“Was that a pick up line?”

“It was good, wasn’t it?”

Prinxiety

Anxiety was wedged into the corner of the couch, knees drawn up to his chest. The epitome of physical comfort, he smirked to himself as he scrolled through tumblr. Physical was the key word there as he attempted to distract himself from his thoughts which were, to put it mildly, uncomfortable.  He glanced up at Prince who was sitting at the dining room table, polishing his katana and humming a happy tune that Anxiety didn’t recognize. Anx felt a stab of jealousy as he watched the man work. Though he may not have been as physically comfortable as Anxiety currently was in his warm soft ball, it was obvious that the inside of Prince’s head was very comfortable.  


“You’re staring.” Prince said in a light hearted, sing-song voice; not bothering to look up from his work.


“No I wasn’t” Anxiety said a bit to defensively. “I was just zoned out.”


“Sure.” The fanciful man said, his tone one of teasing disbelief. Anxiety rolled his eyes and settled deeper into the cushions before turning his attention back to his dash, but he couldn’t keep his eyes from straying to Roman’s face, so happy and concentrated at the same time.


Morality and Logic came into the room just then, on their way to the kitchen. Logic’s face was twisted up as he tried to make sense of Dad’s inane babbling. Anxiety would  remind him that it was a hopeless endeavor, but it was much more entertaining to watch him get wound up. Dad made another terrible joke which caused Logic to throw his hands in the air and make a very frustrated sound before turning to the fridge.  Morality turned and threw the other two a mischievous wink before launching into a set of even worse dad jokes.  


Prince and Anxiety shared a dumbfounded look. He had always assumed that Morality was just that oblivious, the idea that he was purposely rilling Logan up was near unimaginable.


“Aw, don’t be mad at me.” Morality said to Logic’s backside. “Tell you what kiddo, let’s make a couple sandwiches then we can watch a documentary of your choosing?” Logan visibly brightened at that.

“Aren’t they cute?” Prince asked once the room was empty again.


Anxiety made a disgusted sound but that jealous feeling was niggling at him again.


“You know…we could be cute.“ The other man continued. That actually made him snort, not even bothering to look up to see if Prince was serious. “I’m being sincere


Anxiety stared at Roman for a long time, a whirlwind had started in his head and each thought was worst than the last.  “Look,” he started slowly, “I get not wanting to be alone, but that doesn’t mean you should just pair up with whoever’s around. There is someone out there for you.” the optimism felt unfamiliar on his tongue, but not necessarily false. He was sure that for someone like Prince there were a thousand someones.


The other man sheathed his blade with a snort, Anxiety flinched away from the sound. “A) I’m not some lonely guy looking to hook up. B) You are not some lonely guys hook up, okay? And C)” there was a pause as Prince’s face shifted into a grin,” You’re my yang.” Then he gave him his best Charming Smile. The one that said ‘I know that was cheesy but you loved it anyways.’ Anxiety’s brain raced trying to figure out what was going on, his whole body was screaming “Danger!” However, Roman’s smile was gentle and sincere as he moved to sit in front of Anxiety on the couch. He placed one hand on Anxieties knee which was still drawn up towards his chest.


“Anxiety, do you remember that day we talked about Disney films?” Anx gave a wary nod. “You’ve been on my mind a lot since that day. I thought perhaps I had a missed judged you, and indeed I had. I have watched you closer the past few weeks, and all I can think about is talking to you again, seriously and deeply. I want to know you and understand you. I want you challenging my ideas and occasionally calling me out on my crap. Also I suspect you to be a fantastic cuddler. “ That last was said with a giant grin, but the longer Anxiety simply stared at him the more doubt crept into the others eyes. It was an expression he had never seen on the others face, it broke his, heart which was hammering against his ribs, but he still couldn’t force any words past his throat.


“I’m sorry, I know that’s a lot all at once, but think about it will you?” With that Roman rose gracefully, placing a kiss atop his head before leaving the room.


Now alone, wedged in the corner of the couch, Anxiety trembled struggling to believe what he’d heard, struggling to drown out the dark voices whose words were harsh and bitter.  Could Thomas’ Dreams and Nightmares get along, coexist? Could they be a …Dream Team? He thought channeling his inner dad.


Maybe.


Anxiety went looking for Roman, not sure what he would say to him and doing everything in his power not to think about. He focused on finding the other and reciting the lyrics to songs instead. The effect was wearing off, he needed to find the other quickly or the dark thought would win out and he’s just go home. Finally he spotted him, his white shirt and red sash barely visible in the dusk. He was seated on the top of a grassy hill, watching the fireflies come out. Anxiety walked up quietly behind him, heart thudding and hoping hard than he’d ever hoped that the Prince had ment each of his words.  Roman looked up at him questioningly once he realized he was there, but once again his words were stuck in his throat. Instead he sat down next to the man, leaning his head against the broad shoulder and threading their hands together. All of the tension left Prince’s frame and he let out a small relieved sigh that Anx would have missed had he not been sitting so close. It made him smile a little, surely even Prince was not that god an actor?


Roman Kissed the top of his head again before leaning his own against it. “I’m not perfect. Much as it pains me to admit it.”


Anxiety raised his head so he could give Prince as confused look. “I’m not perfect but I’m going to try, Anxiety I’m going to try so hard.” Before his stupid cloudy dark brain could catch up with him he leaned forward and kissed him.


“Me too.” He whispered.

Play Pretend [Lin-Manuel Miranda X Reader]

Request/Inspiration: Not a request! It just came to me!

Summary: “Can you do me a favor and be my fake girlfriend for the weekend?”

A/N: I was going to do it the other way around, but I wanted to try something else. I switched it around. Anyways, happy April! I hope you enjoy this fic! I know I haven’t posted a story in a while, please forgive me! Shoutout to my beb @dear-alexander for reading an excerpt and giving me some advice. <3

Word Count: 2,272 [Wow.]

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Gravity

(Okieriete Onaodowan x Reader)

Word Count: 6033

Request/Summary: No request! (again…). Based off of Ed Sheeran’s Happier

Warnings: Brief diet smut, drinking because of emotional pain, way too many Dirty Dancing references (may or may not have been watching it while writing…)  angst, cussing.

Tagging: @satans-little-midgets @imagineham (extra special thanks to Steph for helping me with the title) @gwynstacee  @bleepblopbloop56 aaannnddd thanks to @hamilton-noodles most of this fic exists, so thanks, Jo.

A/N- SOEXCITEDFORYOUGUYSTOREADTHISOHMYGODAHHHPLEASEFEEDBACKTHANKS

Side note- Italics is the past, regular is the present. The present is organized linearly and the past is ambiguous to any specific order.


“Good morning.” Oak’s voice crackled as if he was speaking to you through a phone somewhere with bad reception, still coarse from his full night of sleep. You smiled. You couldn’t be mad at him for waking you up. You couldn’t be mad when he whispered in your ear like that. When you were encased in those big arms of his. When it was just cold enough in the room for you to want to stay close to him and under the mess of covers.

“Good morning.” You muttered back. You didn’t want to leave this moment behind. Not when he had his body wrapped around you, his breath against your skin, the room smelling just slightly of coffee, the covers soft against your skin, not when you were feeling like you were sinking into the mattress more and more with every passing second. You rolled over in his arms, your fingers finding the smooth polyester fabric of his navy colored t-shirt. You fiddled with the hem of his sleeve.

“I don’t want to get out of bed.” You told him, inhaling the scent of his chest- lavender, just like the soap bar you kept in the shower… for yourself.

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Backstage - Part 1

Prompt: It’s opening night for Hamilton and your life l long friend, Daveed, asked you to come and who are you to refuse. After the show, he takes you backstage and things get… heated ;)

Pairing: Daveed/Lafayette x Reader

A/N: An anon requested a fanfic like this though they asked for NSFW. The intro was a little long though I liked how it turned out so I decided to split this up to two parts in case anyone wanted to read the safe version. Another anon asked for something similar but now quite, so if you would still like a separate fanfiction for just NSFW Lafayette, hit me up again. Besides that, enjoy!

Backstage - Part 2 *NSFW*

Originally posted by diggstrash

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You were working on the last of your work when a skype call starts ringing on your laptop. Looking at the name, you saw your childhood’s best friend calling. Sitting up a little straighter, you fix your shirt and comb through your hair with your fingers quickly. Taking a deep breath, you press answer and a smile appears on your lips once Daveed’s face pop up on your screen.

“There she is!” Daveed smiled hugely at you. From where he was, you could tell he was on his bed propped up on his elbow.

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Big Role

Warnings: Like one cuss word
Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, SPN cast member!reader, Misha Collins(mentioned)
Summary: You’re an actress on SPN and you get a big role in a new show and it comes up in a con
Reader’s Age: Roughly 15/16 years old. It could work for any though.
Word Count: 1049

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: This originally had Misha in it too but it became too much of a hassle to include all of them so I just did Jensen and Jared. Enjoy!


You, Jensen, and Jared were all backstage getting ready to do a small panel. Ever since you were no more than three years old you’ve been acting on the show. Sure, a three-year-old doesn’t necessarily have much acting skill, but you had enough to get by. The boys loved having you on the show. You always brightened up their day, and you’ve also got a little bit of Jared, Jensen, and of course, Misha in your personality.

Of course, school was always a problem until your parents decided to pull you out and let you become homeschooled. The set would take breaks every now and then to let you do some school throughout the day, and if you needed any help then you just went to one of the guys.

You’ve just always been there and around them. They’ve become your family. You love doing conventions and meet-ups because it means you get to meet your even bigger family. The Supernatural family.

You’re a pretty popular character on the show. Most girls look up to you since you started acting so young and haven’t gone down a bad path, probably because you have such good influences in your life. Occasionally, you get to do your own panels, but you mainly prefer to have one of your boys there with you.

“You ready, kid?” Jensen asked as he handed you a microphone.

“As ready as I’ll ever be!” you responded enthusiastically.

Jared walked over and flashed you a quick smile before turning towards the stage. The band started playing and you three made your way onto the stage. The crowd cheered as the band played along. You three smiled and waved at everyone until you all realized the end of the song was coming up. You all, hilariously, got into your jumping stances and waited for the right time. Just when the song was about to end you all jumped up and slammed back down as if you were playing an electric guitar.

Lights blinded you as you looked out into the crowd, you smiled and waved back as the screaming never faltered. You walked over to the mic stand and put your microphone in it.

“How y'all doin’?” Jared asked. The crowd cheered in response.

“That’s great because we need you guys to get our energy up. Jensen has been dragging his feet all day,” you teased, looking over at your co-star with a shit-eating grin.

“Hey! Blame the two new munchkins!” Jensen retorted, earning laughs from you and everyone else.

For a few minutes you three told a few stories then went into questions. A young girl, no more than sixteen was next to ask a question. She had short brunette hair and was wearing angel wings with a trench coat. She took a deep breath before blurting, her voice young and shaky, “So, Y/N. Rumor has it that you’re gonna be one of the main roles in the new show Stranger Things. Is that true?” Jensen and Jared both shook their heads slightly with small smiles.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s true,” you responded humbly.  

“Yep. It’s official! She’s leaving us!” Jensen threw his arms up. “After years and years of being on Supernatural, she’s gonna drop us like a little kid playing with an old toy!” Jensen teased.

You slapped his arm with a smile that just would not go away; it never did at these events “It’s not permanent! It’s just for one season.”

“For now. One season will turn into two, which will turn into three…” Jared chimed in, trailing out his voice as he stuck out his bottom lip in a pout.

“I’m still on the show, ain’t I?” you replied with a giant grin.

Jared walked over and engulfed you into a hug and fake cried loud enough for the crowd to hear, “She’s growing up so fast! Moving onto bigger and better things! I’m so proud!”

“Get off me, Moose!” you playfully pushed him away, hearing the crowd laugh.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you got the role, but just don’t forget about your family here.” Jensen got serious for a moment and pointed to everyone.

“Y'all have nothing to worry about, I could never forget you,” you smiled and hugged Jensen while the crowd awed. “Anyway, next question!” you turned to a man holding a mic.

“Oh. Uh, yeah. Um, are you excited to be on Stranger Things and will it interfere with you being on Supernatural?” a man asked on the other side of the room. You stared at the ceiling as you thought about the conflicting times.

“I am very excited, but sadly, it will interfere with working on Supernatural. I’ll probably show up here and there in a few episodes, but as of right now my main focus is Stranger Things.” The crowd awed, but not from an adorable moment like before, it was for the inevitable chunk in time without you on the show; they did it just to try and keep you staying stuck with them and you loved the family more for it.

“I know, I know. It’s sad, but it’s not forever! Like I said, it’ll probably only be for a season.”

“She’s a big actress now, huh?” Jensen pursed his lips, a smile tugging at the ends. “Soon enough you’ll see her name on every billboard in every city!”

“I think you’re going a little overboard there,” you chuckled.

“Nah, you can never go overboard when it comes to our favorite sister!” Jared pulled you into another warm and familiar hug.

“Anyway,” you huffed after you’d pulled away from Jared, setting your hands on the mic which was still in the mic stand. “Who’s next?”


Jared and Jensen answered a few questions, then came another for you. “I was wondering if we would see a crossover episode between Stranger Things and Supernatural?” the woman asked. You pondered on it with an intrigued smirk at the idea, but then it dawned on you:

“Probably not, considering that Stranger Things takes place in the 1980s, way before my time,” you chuckled sheepishly.

“Maybe you time traveled?” Jared suggested with a shrug.

“Maybe,” you replied deviously, deciding not to completely destroy the idea and at the same time making them even more enthusiastic about the possibility.

I hope y’all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!


Requested by Anonymous:
“Can you do a fic where the reader is a teen that’s been on spn since she was a kid and they are at a convention and the rest of the cast is teasing her (nice teasing) because she got a really big role in a new show for instance (stranger things) or whatever show”

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No Ordinary Love

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 895 (excluding lyrics)

Warnings: Making out, Very SLight angst.

A/n: Aye! My first song fic! I’ve never done this before so I have no clue if it’s gonna be shitty, but I’m going to what I usually do and risk it. P.s. I’ve been dying for a new Sade album bc it’s been TOO FUCKING LOONG.

Summary: (Based on this song)


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mlledefer  asked:

So, for a happy HC After his death, Ardyn is finally able to reconcile with his family and get a big hug from his daughter:"We miss you, dada" This is probably never gonna happen, but it's nice to dream something happy once in a while

Oh dear you’ve gone and opened up a fucking crate of head canon feels here I go… Because I had a similar thought before.

A few quick disclaimers before I continue… First, I’m writing and drawing this within the context of my own head canon (because what else would I do?) so it’s up to your to swap things out for your own or…. you know… disregard all of it and tell me to go fuck myself. Heheheh…
Second, a little background music always helps, and I came up with all of this while listening to the ending theme of FFVIII. It’s so perfect…. ah god I love this song.
THIRD.. This post will give a little more insight to what I have here.

FOURTH I’M SORRY

Ardyn woke up gasping as if he’d not felt breath in ages. He had died, he knew. He had done it. But he was awake. He was… strangely conscious. Not again, he thought. I beat this… I can’t be…

His vision focused and he suddenly realized his surroundings. He knew this place, though it was a sore sight for the glory it once held. Around him were the scorched remains of his bedroom in his marital home. Izunia had burned it along with everything else tied to his legacy. He was on his old bed, a place he’d known numerous pleasures. Not just where he made love to his wife and others, but where his two children were born. Where countless mornings were spent wrapped in another’s embrace, wasting the day away. Where he slept, warm and safe. The silk sheets were now damp and moldy, or at least what little remained of them. Once brightened by vibrant color, the walls and decor were gray and decayed. Ardyn looked towards the windows but could only see a thick fog. It was as if there was nothing out there.

Slowly, he sat up from the bed and placed his feet on the ground. He spent a moment trying to understand whatever could be happening, but there was no answer. Looking upon this place was too much. He felt like destroying all of it, but at the same time, could never bring himself to actually do it. Before he could think too much about it, however, he heard something. A child? Laughing? He jolted to face the door and through it he swore he saw a young blonde girl rush by. Standing, he called “Who’s there?” No response. Cautiously, he crept into the hallway, seeking the figure he’d just seen but finding nothing but more ruined remnants of his once peaceful life. The staircase just a ways off, and he could hear more giggling below. He made his way.

The first thing he saw was his old piano. He’d play for his family and guests, whatever song they enjoyed most. He taught his son, Aiolus, to play and had just begun teaching his small daughter, Galena, to play as well. At least before everything had gone terribly wrong. Just behind the piano were the doors to the back yard, where he and his wife, Florentia, hosted numerous parties. How many times had he gotten so drunk and sang gibberish at the top of his lungs? Gods, there was no telling. Ardyn swore he could hear a joyous crowd out there at this moment. And yet, the area was shrouded and lifeless. 

He continued to make his way, now coming to the dining room. There used to be many more chairs around the table, but only two were left, and sitting on them would prove hazardous. Against the wall was an old chest of drawers where they kept pretty much nothing useful. Ardyn slid his hand against the wood. It was rough and dusty. But as he touched it, he could hear voices echoing through his mind. Playful children, laughing, and jovial conversation with wine. A grimace grew upon his face. What kind of sick joke was this?

The last thing he’d expected was any sort of afterlife, but Bahamut saw fit to torment him further with an eternity alone in the shattered remains of his home? “So…” he whispered to himself, “You cannot get enough of my anguish? Well played…” He did have to hand it to the astrals. This was far worse than living in darkness in a mortal plane for so many centuries.

But there it was again. The innocent giggling of a child. Ardyn turned sharply in its direction, towards the foyer, and this time caught a decent glimpse of his guest. A young girl, with long blonde hair and straight bangs, wearing a white dress. She was smiling so warmly at him, and suddenly rushed off towards the front doors. He took off at once, calling out “Wait!”

He’d reached the wide double doors leading to the outside, but did not find the girl. She meant for him to go out there, he knew, but he was extremely hesitant. At least in here he had the comfort of knowing what was his. All that could be out there was possibly even more agony. And yet…. something about that child… Something so sweet and familiar. Something warm and trustworthy. His breath shook and his hand trembled over the handle of the doors. There wasn’t much more his mind could take… It had been so long…. It had been so horrible. And he’d done awful things just to be allowed to rest, and he didn’t care about any of that. He was glad he had done it. So there couldn’t be anything worth seeing beyond these walls…

When the prophecy is fulfilled, those in thrall to darkness shall know peace.

The words came to him from nowhere, as if the very walls spoke to him. But he knew that voice, and he remembered their keeper… Lunafreya. Was that who he saw?

Whatever was out there… he knew he’d eventually go through. Now was better than ever. Just get it over with… Ardyn sucked in a deep breath and swung the doors open in one fluid motion with his eyes shut tight, bracing himself for the worst.

Through his eyelids, he saw… light.
Vibrant, bright light.
And then… the sounds… of cheering.

Slowly he opened his eyes, his vision gradually adjusting to the sudden glow. And there they were… everyone. The streets were filled with familiar faces. People he knew. People he lived amongst. People he loved and cared for. People he protected from Izunia’s wrath and the starscourge. So many of them.. all before him once again. All of them in an uproar of ovation, laughing, yelling, crying… He knew all these faces, even in passing. This was his home. Everything was new and vivid, full of the life he remembered. Ardyn stood there motionless, lost for breath. The shock had rendered him dumbfounded. What was happening? What was this?!

Before any of this could take him away, he heard it….

“PAPA!!!”

The crowd dispersed to reveal the figures he’d mourned for centuries… There they were. Right before him. Florentia, Aiolus, and Galena. Ardyn fell immediately to his knees as his two young children rushed into him, holding him and crying as hard as they could. Especially Aiolus, who was always a sensitive boy. He felt their desperate clinging and pressed them against him, smiling and crying.

Florentia stood a short ways away, allowing her husband to adore his children once again. She had, after all, witnessed everything. There would be much to talk about, and she would love him all the same.

“Dad…” Ailous sobbed happily, burying his face into his chest, clinging to his coat as if for dear life. “I missed you… I missed you so much… Dad… I…”

“Papaaa!” Galena practically sang the word. She reached her tiny hands to grab upon him and laughed enthusiastically as she always had.

Ardyn held them so tightly… “My…. my… It’s really you….” There was no holding it back. He was crying so hard. But the feeling of his children in his arms again… it was too much. Though smiling, he sobbed into them. All of a sudden, everything… everything that had passed in his over two thousand year life came rushing through him. And now…. none of it mattered. He no longer cared. This… this was everything. Just like it had been. “I’m here… I’m home. I’ve….” He gasped between words, unable to compose himself. These were emotions he’d long forgotten. Feeling them now, in such abundance, was more than overwhelming. “I’ve missed you… so much. I love you… My sweet children… by the gods… I have missed you…”

In the middle of the moment, Ardyn suddenly became aware of a presence amid the crowd… He looked up and saw the figure beckoning his attention.

And there she was…

Lady Lunafreya…

She looked upon him softly, and he could see her lips moving to speak. Though the distance between them was distinguishable, he could hear her as if she were standing right beside him…

Perfect

Summary: Can you do a stiles one based on the song perfect by ed sheeran?

Characters: Reader, Stiles Stilinski

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count:690

Requested: Anon

AN: I am sorry it took so long to do this but I hope you like it anon! <3

Originally posted by itsagirlthingbae


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12x16: Ladies Drink Free

Aubrey’s Challenge: Write a fic about each episode in season 12.

Word Count: 1441

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Why had you packed your headphones away in your duffle that was in the trunk? Why did you think that you could handle being polite and actually be nice to the Brit sitting next to you? And why in the world were you listening to a stupid podcast? Why wasn’t Dean blaring his music to drown out the stupid educational crap?

If this stupid podcast didn’t end soon, you just knew that your brain was going to explode from utter annoyance and boredom.

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Summer Night {Remus Lupin x Reader}

Trouble - Never Shout Never

Another one shot of Reader playing an instrument. I just really, really, love these ideas ‘cause I can’t play shit to save my life. This was really fun to write and it means a lot to me. 

Hope y'all enjoy!

Reader spends her summer vacation in her grandparents house and goes out with Remus while playing the ukulele under the tree. Fluff.

xx

In spite of the blazing heat during the day, summer nights were surprisingly cool and relaxing. (Y/n) was spending her vacation in her grandfather’s farm in the country side and almost everything was perfect if the mosquitoes did not bite her all the time. Nonetheless, she kept a happy and cheerful mood all the time.

She was eating eggs and bacon for dinner when an owl came swooping in through the window, making her old grandfather jolt in his seat.

“Attaaack! Attaaack! Quick, (Y/n)! Hide!”

(Y/n) held her grandfather with a comforting smile and took the letter from the owl’s talons. “Grandpa, it was just my owl. No one’s attacking us.”

“Oh! Ohh…Oh…Is it Remus?”

Her grandfather knew about her relationship with the boy and it excited him whenever he would come and visit them. Remus would tell him stories about his pranks with the boys and he would help out with the chores around the farm. He would bring chocolates to her grandmother as well which she would finish in one sitting. They loved him like a son and they loved him even more to see him take care of (Y/n) so well. The old man watched her open the letter and seeing her smile behind the parchment made him giggle.

“Only Remus can make you smile like that,” he said, showing a toothless grin.

(Y/n) chuckled, her heart beating loud at his words. “He’s going to visit us tonight, grandpa.”

“Tonight? Your grandma should know. Sweetie!” He called, sending her grandmother rushing to the dining room where they sat. It was a small house so it does not take much to get into the next room which makes chores even easier.

“What is it, dear?”

“The Lupin boy is visiting us tonight!”

“Oh, splendid! (Y/n), you should get dressed.”

(Y/n)’s spoon was halfway through her mouth when her grandmother pulled her from the chair before whipping out her wand. (Y/n) have always loved Remus since first year. He was her first crush and it amazes her how her first crush also became her first kiss and first boyfriend. It was sweet and though there were days when they don’t get along, they always come back together. His friends would endlessly tease them (mostly him) but they would also help them out on what gifts to get for each other every Christmas holidays. (Y/n) loved him dearly and he loved her back.

“But grandma, I’m already comfortable in my pajamas,” she complained.

“Hush, deary. Your boyfriend is coming and you should look great! Not in strawberry pajamas.”

“He’s seen me in this already.”

“And I’m not about to let that happen again.” She twirled her wand and with a tap on her pajamas, her clothes turned into a (f/c) dress with a small bow on the back. Her hair was also fixed nicely with small flowers stuck on her hair. She looked very beautiful indeed and her grandparents were sure it would definitely make Remus happy.

“Now go brush your teeth and I’ll call you when he’s here,” her grandmother said, embracing her. She sat down on the table with her husband while (Y/n) went to the bathroom and made a quick stop to her room.

She took her ukulele with her which was a very small guitar she bought with Remus in a muggle store in town. His name was written on it with a heart and the date it was bought. Not long after, a knock came from the door. Everyone stood up and rushed to the door to see who it was.

A tall boy with brown hair and hazel eyes stood in front of them, carrying a bouquet of flowers. “Hello, (Y/n).”

(Y/n) could not contain her happiness, immediately jumping into her boyfriend,her arms around his neck.

“Remus!” She giggled, kissing his cheek. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss on her forehead before looking at her grandparents with a polite nod. “Good evening, sir. Good evening, ma'am.”

“Good evening, Remus.” They greeted together. “I hope the trip did not tire you.”

“Not at all,” he said while (Y/n) took the bouquet and her ukulele.

“Come on, Remus. Let’s go to the mango tree,” she held his hand but before they left, they waved goodbye at her grandparents who watched the two run with a smile on their faces.

(Y/n) raced him and reached the tree where they shared many happy memories with each other. Remus followed and pulled her back into his arms, capturing her lips in a soft kiss.

“You look so exquisite, love.” He whispered, “My little flower.”

“And you’re my handsome Moony.”

They sat down under the big mango tree when (Y/n) took her small guitar and began to play a song. Remus started singing the first verse while she continued strumming.

I’m in trouble, I’m an addict. I’m addicted to this girl. She’s got my heart tied in a knot.” He winked, “That’s you. And my stomach in a whirl. But even worse, I can’t stop calling her. She’s all I want and more, I mean damn, what’s not to adore?

(Y/n) smiled and sang along with him. He had never sung for anyone before but the words seemed to roll off his tongue perfectly and he couldn’t help but relate to the lyrics. It was how he felt for (Y/n). Every time he would look at her, he felt happy and all his problems would go away. He loved her so much from her cute face, her (h/c) hair, and her smile that brightens up his day. Even the worst full moon could not seem to ruin his mood as much as before whenever he talks to her.

She sang along and sat between his long legs.

And oh, O-oh, o-oh, o-ooh. Oh, I’m running my mouth just like I got him but I surely don't–”

“But you do.”

“I do,” She laughed before continuing the song. Flowers started growing out of the ground and small blinking lights appeared from the tree like fireflies, making it more romantic.

After she finished the song, she turned to Lupin, her thumb rubbing circles on his scarred cheek. She kissed his soft pair of lips that made her melt while he returned the gesture by cupping her cheeks and placing her on his lap. He brushed her hair over her ear and gave her one last kiss.

“You’re my light, (Y/n). I promise I’ll stay with you until my last breath.”

“And I’ll be with you forever.”

They kissed once more and continued playing songs under the mango tree, beneath the deep blue sheet of sky painted with stars.

Closer than Expected

Hi @hookedonapirate! I’m your CS Secret Valentine :) It was really nice talking to you and getting to know you over these days! I hope you enjoy your gift - Emma as a fashion designer and Killian as a model, and a small twist ;)
Beta by @wingedlioness.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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For someone used to not depending on small things to make her mornings, Emma sure found it hard rising from bed before hearing her neighbor downstairs sing his early tunes. He never spent a morning without welcoming the day with a song as if he was the happiest person in the world.

Of course, the only reason she even heard him was due to a few loose planks on her floor and her neighbor’s very thin ceiling. Her landlord had warned her about it, saying that they were going to fix it soon. But in her two months living there, no notice came, and honestly, she couldn’t complain. It’s not that she felt like she was creeping on him either. She couldn’t understand the lyrics, only the melody making it through her floor, and nothing else. No discussions, no other voices, just melodies of various music styles brightening her mood.

Today was different, as her neighbor - she still hadn’t learnt his name - sounded like he had a sore throat. He still sang, but coughed between phrases and his voice sounded rough. She kept listening until the sound of his door closing let her know he was gone, and she finally stood up.

Emma may have been a semi-famous fashion designer, but her style never stopped being casual. She enjoyed how it felt like it protected her from the world without making her look fake, though that wasn’t a detail she was used to sharing in her interviews.

So she put on her jeans, boots, shirt and leather jacket and took the subway to Snow White’s Fashion House. Cheesy name, she admitted, but the conditions were great, her pay good, and her boss extremely friendly to everyone, even Emma herself. And most of the models were nice too.

Well, most of them.

As soon as Emma entered the building, the first person she saw was Killian Jones, one of the company’s well-paid and most trusted models, as well as the only one-handed model working for a fashion house in the whole city. Killian working there seemed to have a very positive effect on the company and he looked quite proud of it.

Oh great, he caught her staring at him again. She expected another sassy remark from him, his way of flirting, but this time he only smiled suggestively at her, his one eyebrow rising before turning back to continue his conversation with Ruby, the company’s receptionist who could very well be working as a model if she only asked.

Entering her atelier, Emma was greeted by an Elsa who was grinning ear to ear. “Good morning, Elsa,” she said.

“Good morning, sunshine. Today’s your lucky day,” Elsa said and raised her eyebrows.

“What?” Emma took her jacket off slowly and eyed her co-worker cautiously. She’s only shared very few with Elsa for her to know what a lucky day for Emma Swan could be.

“Killian Jones will be coming today for a new leather costume. And I will be over at David because he asked for my help with some new dresses, which means you will be here alone taking his measurements,” she said and managed to smile even wider.

Taking his measurements. Which would mean… seeing Killian Jones wearing only his underwear, her fingers touching his bare skin, his breath on her as she worked around his body…

“Have fun,” Elsa said and walked through the door before Emma could react.

“Wait!” she shouted and ran towards her. She leaned outside and watched her go with her grin still on. “Elsa! Come back! Who will I scream at until he comes?” she almost hissed at her, which caused Elsa to laugh, her back still to Emma.

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Morning Surprises

Originally posted by jiminy-krispies

Hello everyone! Surprise! Here’s a little Sunday drabble for your pleasure to give you some extra sweet and happy feelings today! 

Tags: @kourt-kay @boots-jpg @bananakid42 @mtttme if you want to be on the tagged list, just message me! :3

Warnings: Overbearing cuteness

Enjoy!

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     The songs of birds begin to wake you up, the soothing chirping allowing for a nice and slow rise. Sunny rays being dimmed by dark curtains as to not blind you as soon as your eyes open in the morning. Muscles stretch and bones crack as you start to shift under the fluffy, warm gray covers. Though as you stretch, you realize there’s a certain husband missing from your bed. Eyebrows knit together as you sit up, he always waits for you to get up. Or, he would at least wake you up if he doesn’t feel like waiting. So, where is he?

     You yawn and throw the covers off you, ready to search for your sweetheart. A glance at the nightstand clock tells you it’s a little past eight as you begin your journey, bare feet landing on the white plush carpet beneath them. You quickly go to do your morning routine, having to wipe the sleep out of your eyes multiple times before it was over. Once it was, however; your feet pad down the stairs only to lead your senses into heaven.

     The smell of buttermilk pancakes lingers in the air for your enjoyment. A fresh fruit aroma joins it to a truly mouthwatering scent. Oh, and you can’t even begin to describe the smile that spreads across your lips when the chocolate scent reaches you. Eyes shut as if to relish in this sensational paradise, you stay still for a bit longer before remember what you came down here for. That amazing goofball of yours who’s probably making all these glorious aromas as you stand around.

     Yet, as soon as you make your way into his view, you see excitement…  and panic enter his eyes. “Morning, Mark-” He dashes from the kitchen and scoops you up, making sure to face you away from the scene as he offers you a charming smile all while giving you a mini heart attack. That’s when you can start to hear the giggles of your precious son from behind you in kitchen.

     “Hey, honey!” Mark plants a kiss on your forehead, “What are you doing up already?”

     You join your darling son in laughter as you look at your husband with confusion and curiosity, “Looking for you?”

     An over trying laugh comes from him that sends you into another bout of laughs yourself, “Oh! Well you found me! Good job! Fun game!”

     “You’re so silly, daddy!” Your son, Ben, chirps in. His adorable spirit already brightening your morning- it then dawns on you. It’s Mother’s Day, isn’t it?

     “Wait a minute,” You say meeting the beaming brown eyes of your husband, “Are you guys making me breakfast?”

     “Pfft, no!” Mark scoffs failing miserably at hiding the truth.

     “You are, aren’t you?” The smile on your face growing bigger with excitement and admiration for you boys.

     “No, definitely not.”

     “Yeah! We’re making… um, Mr. Featherpants breakfast!” Your heart swells at your son’s exclamation, the mention of his imaginary friend who not only wears feather pants, but is a blue elephant who loves Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles along with your son. Oh, and according to Ben, Mr. Featherpants also owns a peanut business- he is a professional, after all.

     “Yeah, it’s all for Mr. Featherpants, sorry baby. So, you can go back upstairs for a few more minutes, sound good?” His walnut eyes almost beg yours to just go along with it and after a quick laugh and shake of the head, you give in.

     “Sounds good, honey.” Mark’s face explodes into a joyous grin, he sets you back down, cupping your face and steals a kiss from your lips. You can’t help but smile, how did you get so lucky?

     “I’ll see you boys soon!” You holler as you start back up the stairs.

     “Bye mommy!”


     A few minutes later, the bedroom door bursts open and your two favorite boys enter the room with the most lovely scent of a delightful breakfast following them. Instantly, the world seems to shine so much brighter, a smile becoming on your lips as you see their own, “Happy Mother’s Day!”

     Ben hops up on your bed and sits beside you, utensils in his tiny tan hands while Mark carries the plate and places it on your lap, “Breakfast is served, m’lady.”

     “Did we fool you, mama? It was all for you! Not Mr. Featherpants!” Ben giggles, snuggling up next to you. While he has his father’s hair, dark and adorably curled, along with his monolids. Though the color of his big, gleeful eyes matched your own. It’s one a few traits that he got from you, other than that, it is almost scary how much he looks like Mark.

     You gasp and envelope him in your arms, which he returns almost instantly, “You did! Good job, sweetie, I’m so happy you made me breakfast.” You place a loving kiss atop his head, “Thank you, baby.”

     “You’re welcome, mommy! I love you!” He chimes cheerfully and you giggle lightly.

     “I love you too, baby,” You cooed, ruffling his black locks.

     “And daddy helped!” He added, though puts a hand to his mouth as if to whisper to you, although doesn’t do his best on it- which only adds to his level of cuteness. “We had flowers but daddy left thems on the table and Chica ate thems,” Ben sighs, pouting. “It’s all daddy’s fault.”

     Now that causes a stream of laughter from your lips as your hug your son tighter, “Oh my goodness, Ben, you’re amazing!”

     “Thank you mommy!”

     Mark, on the other hand, fights his laughter as he stands agape, “Ben, that was our secret! What happened buddy?”

     Your son laughs and buries his face in his chest, hiding from the playful eyes of his father, a muffled yell comes next, “Sorry, daddy!”

     Mark playfully smirks and pulls him off of you, cradling the six-year old in his arms and playfully tossing him in his arms, streams of giggles coming from Ben as Mark talks to him in random and silly voices.

     You shake your head as you look up at them with pure love, “I love Mother’s Day.”

     And in a swift movement, Mark sets Ben down and the two squeeze you in a loving, albeit suffocating, hug. “And I love you, mommy!”

     “Love you, baby!”

     “And I love you both, my two favorite boys!”

     It’s a wonderful start to Mother’s Day, isn’t it?

Technicolour Beat

A Dean/Cas Fluff-fest fic by @cenedrariva  ao3

It was early enough that the sun wasn’t quite risen yet. Dean blinked up at the ceiling, stretching and only half-awake. Beside him, a lingering warmth still clung to the sheets. Soft footfalls padded away from the room towards the other side of the house.

Dean didn’t move to get up, preferring to lounge lazily across the bed. His absent companion’s scent still clung to the pillows, and though Dean would never in a million years admit it to Sam or anyone else, he was absolutely the type to go a little sappy and bury his face in his lover’s pillow.

It was the quiet sounds of the kitchen radio that finally roused him enough to get up. Pulling on a shirt against the morning chill, Dean made a quick stop at the bathroom before wandered into the kitchen to find Cas, drowsily making coffee. He walked over, wrapping Cas in an embrace, tucking his face into Cas’s shoulder. Cas hummed in appreciation, pressing back into Dean.

Dean could practically hear Cas’s smile as he spoke.

“Hello, Dean.”

“Hey.”

“Coffee?”

“Sometimes you’re a real angel.”

Cas snorted, passing over a mug. Dean, still wrapped around him, freed one hand to take it. No way was he letting go of Cas this early, even for coffee.

“The amazing part is how you still think that’s funny.”

“Hey, I’m hilarious.”

“I’d use the word deluded, but alright.”

“Fuck off,” Dean laughed out.

“Fuckin’ rude. And after I made you coffee.”

Dean only wiggled his eyebrows, taking a long drink. Cas rolled his eyes, hiding a smile behind his own mug as he turned to face Dean.

The early dawn light lit up the room with a pinkish glow, making everything look soft and unreal. Dean leaned back, eyes tracing over Cas all sleep-rumpled. He was human looking, hair a mess and slouching back against the counter and dressed in no more than an old shirt of Dean’s and a pair of boxers, but he so much more than that too. Grace and light and energy, a storm – a star! – all folded into this small body with only invisible wings left trailing out, and he still drank coffee every morning like an addict. He slept in Dean’s bed every night like it was a luxury, stealing the duvet every time and hell it was so perfect Dean didn’t even care. 

God, Dean loved him so much.

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