Hello! I haven’t written anything in forever but I’ve read a bunch of pride related stuff and I might be writing some of that if the motivation continues.
In the meantime, please feel free to send in any pride related requests for any fandom if you’d like. I can’t guarantee I’ll write it but I can try.
Sorry for just disappearing for so long. I love writing and I still do but my motivation for it seems to have gone away somewhere and I can’t ever quite seem to find it.
Hey. So I'm trying to get to your masterlist but my phone is being dumb and saying it's unsafe so it won't let me go to the post. Any ideas to get to it?
Hello! Thanks for sending in this ask! I have no idea why it does that but it does and I don’t know how to fix it. It seems like it’s the link that is the problem.
If you google search “nonstop-smashing-expectations masterlist”, it should be the second result on that page, and the error shouldn’t occur because you won’t need to click the embedded link on my mobile page.
Feel free to send in another ask if it doesn’t work! Thanks for asking :)
Write a Thon Day: One
Day One Prompt: Marriage Proposal
Tags: @megabooklover18(if anyone wants to be tagged in the rest of the write a thon fics, let me know)
With a content sigh, Eliza nuzzled her head into your shoulder, causing you to laugh.
With a wide smile, you wrapped your arms around her.
The two of you was just cuddling on your bed, happy to be able to hang out.
The past few weeks had been very busy and you didn’t really get to spend a lot of time with each other.
You had missed her. You two have been dating for two years now so you’d think that a little time away from each other would be ok but truthfully, you both really missed each other.
Smiling again, you said, “Hey, Eliza. Do you remember when we first met?”
Eliza laughed and rolled over so that she was now facing you.
“Yes I remember the day we met. You were standing outside of a cafe and a song was playing on the radio inside. You had started dancing to the music and happened to bump into me.” Eliza had a wide grin on her face as she continued. “You offered your hand to me and asked if I wanted to dance. I didn’t even want to dance but something about you and the way you looked at that moment drew me in. And we danced.”
You stood up, offering your hand to Eliza giggling. “Would you like to dance?”
Laughing again, Eliza allowed you to pull her up from the bed.
You led her to the middle of the room so that you wouldn’t bump into anything and began to sing the song that caused you to meet two years ago.
She joined in on the song, trying to recreate the same dance moves you did two years earlier, laughing.
You laughed, gently twirling her away from you.
She spun away, laughing, spinning a couple of times before she stopped, too dizzy to continue.
She smiled to herself and turned to look back towards you, freezing in place at what she saw.
You smiled up at her and pulled the ring out of your pocket.
“Eliza, we’ve been together for two years now and I’ve loved every second of it. We fought about things a couple of times but we always were able to find a solution to those fights in the end. Last week was really difficult for both of us, when we weren’t able to be around each other as much as we would have liked. I know both of us don’t really want to go through that again. I wish I could find the words to tell you how much you mean to me, but I hope that these next words will suffice. Eliza, I’ve loved you for these last two years, ever since you agreed to dance me with, a stranger, at that cafe. I would love the opportunity to dance with you forever. Eliza, will you marry me?”
Eliza smiled, tears trailing down her face as she said yes.
You smiled at her as she pulled you to your feet, leaning forward to kiss you.
The sounds of the neighborhood and the cars driving past your house melted away, and you knew that this was the best decision you’ve ever made.
Remember that Umbrella Academy fic I said that I’d post five months ago? I finally finished it! Sorry for the wait, I still have zero inspiration to write so I’m trying to finish up old fics and ideas.
This isn’t an x reader fic, it’s more of a slice of Klaus’s life fic.
Warnings: ghosts, animal death, alcoholism, seeing and talking to the dead, intoxication, rehabilitation, withdrawal mentions, homelessness.
“Klaus, wake up”
A few moments later, “Klaus!”
Ben glared at Klaus, who was still sound asleep against the alley wall.
“Wake up! I got a surprise for you”.
Klaus opened one eye, taking a moment to remember where he was.
“A suprise? Well, I love a good surprise”. Klaus rolled onto his side, slowly pushing himself up to a sitting position.
He groaned as the world lurched and his head spun before settling again.
He let his back press against the wall as he blinked a couple of times, both in response to the sunlight and to clear his vision.
Slowly Ben appeared in his view and with him, the squirming ghost in his arms.
Ben grinned and stretched his arms out toward Klaus, ignoring the furious ghost he was holding.
“I found you a cat! Isn’t he cute?” The cat yowled and Ben laughed, letting the cat out of his arms.
The cat hissed at Ben before running over to Klaus and swiping his paw at him.
The paw went right through Klaus’ arm and the cat tried to swat at Klaus a couple more times before realized that he couldn’t hurt him. The cat hissed at him before running off down the alley.
Klaus started laughing, quietly at first, then slowly getting more hysterical.
Wincing at the pain in his head, Klaus abruptly cut off his laughter. “That cat hates me Ben. It’s a lost cause. Even the animals don’t like me.”
Ben frowned at Klaus, who seemed totally unaware of his concern. “I don’t think the cat doesn’t like you, just give it time. He’ll be back.”
Klaus rolled his eyes and waved his hand at Ben. He had more important things to do than to worry about a cat.
For instance, he really wanted pancakes, and coffee and something to take care of the voices of the ghosts that are slowly starting to realize he isn’t quite as drunk anymore.
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Klaus brought up the cat again a few months later.
He sat slouched against a wall, several empty and half empty bottles scattered around him.
The ghosts that had been haunting him that day had finally disappeared and all that was left was the ever present Ben.
“Ben, where’s that cat you found a while ago?” His words weren’t very clear, yet Ben had spent enough time around his brother to know what he said.
“The cat is actually sitting right next to you.” He paused and then winced, adding on, “actually, he just tried to swipe at your leg and his paw went through it.”
Klaus shuddered at that and then sighed.
He wanted someone else to talk to, someone who wasn’t just Ben. Ben was great, but sometimes he just wanted to talk to someone who would just listen to him whine about whatever he felt like ranting about. Plus, he saw Ben all the time, it’d be nice if he could hang out with someone else for a while.
He smiled at that thought, suddenly sitting up straight, saying aloud, “that could work!”
Ben, who was used to his brother talking his thoughts out loud, just shrugged. He was so used to this that he didn’t even startle at this anymore.
The cat that Klaus currently couldn’t see leaped away from him with an indignant look and hopped up onto Ben’s shoulder.
Ben smiled and gently brushed his fingers across the cat’s fur, trying not to startle him. The cat had gotten used to him and Klaus over the past couple of months, but this was the first time that the cat has let anyone pet him.
The cat allowed it for a few moments before swatting at his hand and leaping off his shoulder. The cat ran down the alley and turned the corner out of sight.
It didn’t bother Ben too much, the cat had done that plenty of times yet always made its way back to them.
Klaus pulled himself up to his feet and gathered the bottles laying around him. He stumbled a few times but successfully made it to the garbage bin at the end of the alley and threw them into it.
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Detoxing himself had been something that he had done before but never quite like this.
This time was a choice he had made, not something that he’d been forced into.
He didn’t have to sit in some cold rehab facility for days, seeing horrible ghosts trail after him like always until he was allowed to leave again.
This time he still had to see and hear the ghosts, but this time he had nowhere to be while he was in withdrawal, no place to stay except for the streets.
At least Ben and that cat was still here, his only reprieve from the angry ghosts who wanted to talk to him and the looks he’d been getting as people walked by him.
The cat, who up until this point was sitting next to Ben’s feet, walked forward to rub his head against Klaus’ leg - or at least tried to.
That small action alone made Klaus laugh, his eyes tearing up with the small burst of happiness despite the pain he was in.
He could do this, no he would do this, just so he could see the cat more often.
Because somehow Ben was right, although Klaus would never say as much.
The cat did eventually warm up to him, and Klaus was determined to hang out with the cat for as long as he could.
It’s been a while and I’m so sorry about that. This post is kind of long, it’s apologies for being away for so long but it’s also an explanation of where I am in my writing process. Also, the spacing is messed up but I’m on mobile and can’t correct it without the app deleting entire paragraphs.
I know that I have requests to fulfill and I know that they have been sitting in my inbox for a while. I swear, I’ve seen them and I’m not trying to ignore them. I’m so sorry that I haven’t wrote them yet.
These requests are for Hamilton, a fandom that I’m really struggling to find inspiration for.
That doesn’t mean that I won’t write for Hamilton again sometime in the future and fulfill the requests, it’s just that I haven’t been able to think of a single Hamilton related idea for over a year.
I still have other fandoms I write for and there are new ones I add all the time. I know I said that I’d post more supernatural stuff on here, just to keep this blog active while I was trying to find inspiration to write, but those writings are old, from before my style changed, and even with editing and rewriting I still hate what I wrote.
I’ve been recently watching The Umbrella Academy and I have an idea for small fic that I will hopefully be able to post soon.
I didn’t want to post it before I wrote this though. I feel terrible that I have requests for one fandom and yet I’m posting a fic for a different fandom.
Again, I’m really truly sorry. Writing is a big passion of mine and has been for a long time but I’ve been so down recently that it’s hard to find an inkling of inspiration. Writing normally brings me so much joy but it doesn’t when I have to force myself to find inspiration to write.
If you’ve read this far, thanks for sticking around and for continuing to follow me despite the huge unannounced absence I took. I never meant to stop writing for so long but time flew and here we are.
Feel free to unfollow this blog if you’d like. I’m not a consistent writer and I’ve never been able to follow a writing schedule as inspiration is fleeting and appears when it wants (which is normally when I am trying to sleep). I’ve never tried to hide that I do not post fics with regular frequency. I greatly admire writers who can and do post on a set schedule.
However, I am not that kind of writer and I’m alright with that because I can’t force inspiration to appear once a week. I could force myself to write more, but I would never be happy with the quality of it. I’m proud of my writing and while I wish I could post much more often, it seems that the fictional story plot bunnies have decided to not visit me for the time being.
I’m sorry again. I will keep writing, it just might be a little while from now.
Hello! I know I've been gone a while but I'm hoping once the semester is over I can have more time to write. I posted a supernatural fic today and there's seven more of them in the drafts folder. I may continue to post them today or I may not, it depends on how much work I can get done today. Sorry for such a long wait! Feel free to keep requesting things if you think of something you'd like to see.
Warnings: You and Sam get into a fight with each other. Yelling is involved.
Note: This imagine is based off of the above prompt. I'm going to change the second line to "Give me your hands, I know they're cold." I tried to find the author of that prompt but I couldn't find anything. If you know, please comment so I can credit them.
It all started with a simple sentence, "I want to go hunting with you and Dean." You hadn't expected Sam to freak out at that. You'd thought you were more than ready to go on a hunt.
Lately you noticed Sam was less and less available for your training and you eventually had to ask Dean to train you so that you didn't fall behind.
You hadn't thought anything of it as they had started to pick up more complex hunts and you just thought that Sam had done what he normally did and threw himself into his research.
"You can't go," the cold tone to Sam's sentence throwing you for a loop just as much as the words did.
"What do you mean I can't go? I'm ready! Dean said so!" You replied.
"When did you talk to Dean?" Sam's voice had fury in it but whether it was directed toward you or Dean you weren't sure.
"He helped me train. You were too busy to help so I had to ask him," You said.
"It doesn't matter you still can't go!" Sam said, still angry.
"Why not?" Your reply was screamed at him.
"I don't want to lose you!" The sentence roared at you caused tears to spring to your eyes. Sam's face softened a bit when he saw your tears.
"Maybe you should have thought of that before I wasted three years of my life training! And now you are still going to lose me!" You screamed this over your shoulder as you grabbed your winter coat, pulled it on, and stomped out the door and down the steps.
Angrily you started walking toward the nearest town.
"Wait, Y/N!" Sam called after you. You picked up your pace to a run and you heard Sam curse before footsteps sounded after you.
The more you ran the more you realized you forgot to bring gloves.
Even with the warmth of running your hands were freezing. (You always did have poor circulation. Your hands were freezing even in the summer time.)
Eventually you had to stop running and that was when Sam caught up with you.
Sam sighed, any anger he had evaporated when he saw you with your hands shoved into your arm pits, tear tracts slowly freezing to your face as you sat on the ground.
He sat down next to you.
"I'm sorry. You're right. I was so worried about you being safe that I didn't even think about how you felt in this. I didn't even realize I was pushing you away."
Sam sighed again. "Come on, let's go back." Sam stood up. "Give me your hands. I know they're cold".
And with that the two of you walked back to the bunker.
I'm on mobile, so I just wanted to know if anyone who isn't on mobile sees the super messed up formatting on this masterlist. I didn't change it anytime recently so idk what happened.
Hello! Thanks for commenting! That post was talking about this fic if you are still interested in it. There's also a part two to that fic that should be linked at the top of part one! :)
(Sorry this isn't my main blog so I have to respond like this 😅)
Warnings: Mentions getting sick and you are in pain.
Other versions of this: Sam option, Dean option
You were a hunter and you were used to any kind of pain you could imagine. You fought so many different creatures, had almost died hundreds of times. Getting your wisdom teeth taken out shouldn’t have been that bad.
But it was.
As soon as you have gotten home (you had asked Charlie to drive you home), you locked yourself in your room with the instructions the dentist gave you.
The rest of that day was spent slowly regaining feeling in your lips and cheeks and struggling to swallow pills when you couldn’t feel if you had swallowed them or not.
The next day was much worse. Your face was quite swollen and it hurt like crazy. You took a pain pill before drinking a smoothie (slowly and without a straw of course), then after the smoothie you took ibuprofen. For a while you felt ok before sleep pulled you back into its embrace.
You drifted in a world of sleep where you could hear what was said around you but you weren’t awake. Several times you woke up feeling nauseous and throughout the course of the day, you’d throw up three times.
It wasn’t until the third time you threw up that Gabriel got nervous. He had been outside your door all day hoping that you would let him in.
It was something you had said when you first met him. You made him promise that he won’t appear anywhere without getting your consent first.
He knew that you were in pain and he could definitely heal you if you wanted him to.
He wanted to desperately take your pain away, he hates when you are in pain. You are all he would focus on and he’d be practically useless to anyone else until you were ok again.
Knocking on the door he said “Y/N, can you let me in?”
“One moment” you said as you walked to the door.
As soon as the door was open, you went right back to sitting on your bed.
“Are you ok?”, he asked sitting down next to you.
“No, my face hurts and I can’t eat anything.”
“Do you want me to heal you?” He asked.
“No, they have stitches in them and I don’t want them to heal with that in it.”
“Ok, it’s your choice.” He gently gathered you into a hug, being mindful of your swollen face.
“You know what the worst part of this is?”, you asked.
“What?” He responded.
“I can’t eat chocolate”, you said in a whine.
Laughing he said, “well, you can drink a chocolate milkshake, or eat chocolate ice cream!”
He smiled at you when your face light up happily.
Snapping his fingers a bowl of ice cream appeared in front of you.
You grabbed the bowl and carefully, yet excitedly, spooned ice cream into your mouth.
Half the bowl was gone when you remembered something. You leaned your head up toward Gabriel and kissed him on the cheek and then resumed eating ice cream.
He smiled at that and said “You’ll be fine when I’m here.”
Soon after you finished eating, you fell asleep with chocolate ice cream still on your face.
Warnings: You (the reader) are in pain through this story, there’s several mentions of throwing up and the after effects of it.
Other versions of this: Sam option, Gabriel option
You were a hunter and you were used to any kind of pain you could imagine. You fought so many different creatures, had almost died hundreds of times. Getting your wisdom teeth taken out shouldn’t have been that bad.
But it was.
As soon as you have gotten home (you had asked Charlie to drive you home), you locked yourself in your room with the instructions the dentist gave you.
The rest of that day was spent slowly regaining feeling in your lips and cheeks and struggling to swallow pills when you couldn’t feel if you had swallowed them or not.
The next day was much worse. Your face was quite swollen and it hurt like crazy. You took a pain pill before drinking a smoothie (slowly and without a straw of course), then after the smoothie you took ibuprofen. For a while you felt ok before sleep pulled you back into its embrace. You drifted in a world of sleep where you could hear what was said around you but you weren’t awake. Several times you woke up feeling nauseous and throughout the course of the day, you’d throw up three times. Apparently the cure to that was to eat something.
It wasn’t until the third time you threw up that Dean got nervous. He hadn’t seen you in two days and he knew that you were probably in pain. He waited outside your door for awhile and when he heard you throw up, he tried to open the door, only to find that it was locked.
“Y/N! Are you ok?” Dean called.
With a groan you yelled back “go away, I’m fine!”
Dean would have done as you asked had he not heard you whimpering slightly as you wiped your mouth.
Not finding the key above the door Dean decided that desperate times call for desperate measures.
The door slammed opened after Dean kicked it in with more force than necessary.
You couldn’t even find the energy to glare at him and instead focused on brushing your hair out of your face to make yourself look presentable.
Dean walked over and sat on the bed next to you. He gently wrapped an arm around you. Wincing at the look on your face, he said “Are you ok?”
Those were the only words that were needed to be said before you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.
For awhile he just held you while you cried and just his presence there was comforting.
When you stopped crying he asked, “Why were you crying?”
With a sigh you replied “I look like a chipmunk, the swelling is making my ear hurt and I’m really hungry but I can’t eat anything.”
Dean laughed lightly before saying “You make a cute chipmunk! And you are beautiful. Think about it this way, the swelling isn’t as bad as it could be. I made the chubby bunny challenge look easy. My face looked horrible!” Dramatically he pressed his hand to his face “Even someone this good could look bad!”
You laughed before wincing and you slapped him upside the arm. “Don’t make me laugh, it hurts!”
He went from laughing to concerned in a nanosecond.
Holding you closer he said “Why don’t I go get ice cream to make it up to you?”
“Ok sure”, you responded. “But first, let’s just stay like this for awhile”.
Dean laughed again and he smiled as you soon started to snore. He texted Sam to see if he would go get ice cream from the store. When Sam asked why, Dean took a picture of you snoring in his lap and Sam agreed to go get the ice cream so you two could relax a little while longer.
Warnings: this depicts the aftermath of physically getting sick and the aftermath of surgery, pain
Other versions of this: Gabriel option, Dean option
You were a hunter and you were used to any kind of pain you could imagine. You fought so many different creatures, had almost died hundreds of times. Getting your wisdom teeth taken out shouldn’t have been that bad.
But it was.
As soon as you have gotten home (you had asked Charlie to drive you home), you locked yourself in your room with the instructions the dentist gave you.
The rest of that day was spent slowly regaining feeling in your lips and cheeks and struggling to swallow pills when you couldn’t feel if you had swallowed them or not.
The next day was much worse. Your face was quite swollen and it hurt like crazy. You took a pain pill before drinking a smoothie (slowly and without a straw of course), then after the smoothie you took ibuprofen. For a while you felt ok before sleep pulled you back into its embrace.
You drifted in a world of sleep where you could hear what was said around you but you weren’t awake. Several times you woke up feeling nauseous and throughout the course of the day, you’d gotten sick three different times. Apparently the cure to that was to eat something.
It wasn’t until the third time you got sick that Sam got nervous. He hadn’t seen you in two days and he knew that you were probably in pain.
He waited outside your door for awhile and when he heard scramble for the bowl they had put in your room, he tried to open the door, only to find that it was locked.
“Y/N! Are you ok?” Sam called.
With a groan you yelled back “go away!”
Sam would have done as you asked had he not heard you whimpering slightly as you wiped your mouth.
Sam looked above the door to find the key (something you hadn’t known was there) and inserting the key into the door, Sam let himself into the room.
You looked up panicked, knowing you looked horrible.
Sam walked forward and after a second of hesitation pulled you into a hug.
You couldn’t help but start crying even though you knew it just made the pain worse.
Sam gently hushed you, careful not to hurt your face. He started singing lightly, which helped to calm you. It happened to be your favorite song he was singing.
After a bit, you stopped crying and relaxed again listening to Sam sing.
By the end of the song, you felt a bit better and Sam could tell.
“Why were you hiding out in your room?” Sam asked.
“I look hideous. Have you seen the right side of my face?” You avoided looking at him when you asked this, not wanting to see his reaction.
“Yes, but I know that it’s normal for swelling to occur and you don’t look hideous, you look just as gorgeous as you normally do.” He replied, sad that you were self conscious over this.
With a small smile, the only smile you could manage without pain, you said, “I love you.”
Smiling, Sam pressed his face against the top of your head as he replied “I love you too.”
You stayed like that for awhile, his arm around you, until you fell asleep again.
Ok, so I decided that I would put my supernatural fics on here (since I meant for this to be a multi fandom blog 😅I got a bit carried away with Hamilton stuff). I have 12 things in the draft folders that I’ll hopefully post soon. I just have to figure out how to link stuff on mobile first.
If anyone knows if you can link stuff on mobile please let me know. I don't have access to tumblr on my old computer (that I'm having to use because I keep running into hardware problems on my newer one).
Most of the stuff in my drafts folder are two part series or are sort of like a choose your own character adventure thing where I'd need to be able to include the links to the other posts.
Sorry for not posting very often! I didn't realize how much free time college classes take up.
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