#josh sanderson fic

[collecting-stories]

Request: Josh Sanderson x fem!reader (platonic or not, your choice)

Plot: Watching Hocus Pocus with him, asking him if he’s a descendant of the Sanderson sisters

Okay so I actually have only seen Hocus Pocus once in my entire life and I hated it 😂😂 But I do love Josh Sanderson!

Hocus Pocus

To All the Boys I Loved Before Masterlist

"I can't believe you've never seen Hocus Pocus. It's a Halloween classic," Josh stressed, flicking through his Apple library to find the right film. 

"I didn't say I haven't seen it, I said I didn't like it," you pointed out. 

Your exact words, considering the favoritism Josh was displaying at the mention of the film, were probably a lot harsher. You hadn't just said you didn't like it, you had said it was your least favorite movie, possibly of all time. The fact that you still agreed to watch it now should have been proof of your declared love for your best-friend-turned-boyfriend. 

"Which can only mean you hadn't seen it."

"But I have," you replied.

"Then you aren't remembering it correctly, it's iconic," he argued.

"I don't think iconography factors into a movie about three witches trying to kill a virgin or whatever," you replied. 

The 'or whatever' basically signifies that you haven't seen it," Josh pointed out, "you just wanna hate on stuff other people like."

"That's very true but not the case here," you argued, snatching up your weighed dinosaur pillow to make room for Josh to sit next to you on the couch. 

The coffee table had been laid out with popcorn, Doritos, three kinds of soda (coke, mountain dew, and orange crush) and candy salad. Movie dates were never actually at the movies, unless something action packed or superhero themed was premiering at midnight at your local theatre. Instead, movie dates were in his house, in the extra bedroom that his parents had designated as a den when you guys were kids. It used to contain a maze of hot wheels tracks and lego towers but over the years the toys had been replaced with an overstuffed couch, a flat screen TV, and every gaming console Josh could convince his parents to buy for him. 

Before you started dating, when he was still sort of hung up on Margot (and of course prior to Margot when you were just best friends and there wasn't any crushes or dates or boyfriends or girlfriends to navigate), you hung out in the den all the time. It was like a permanent fort with walls and a ceiling. Josh caved when you suggested fairy lights strung up on the ceiling from the overhead light, he talked his mom into black out pillows and he took off the closet doors to turn that space into a small nook for reading when you were both still in middle school. Now you were seniors and talking about college and the future and making an entire apartment your own little den away from the real world someday. 

Today, however, today you were watching Hocus Pocus and the door to the den had to stay ajar in case either of you tried anything (courtesy of the one time you had the door closed and his mom walked in on a fairly heated make-out session). 

"Sanderson sisters?" you questioned, as Bette Midler and her sisters were expositioned. 

"What?" Josh, completely engrossed in a movie that he could literally recite word for word, turned to look at you. 

"The Sanderson sisters...should I be worried?" You teased, "any relation?"

"They're fictional witches."

"That's not an answer," you replied, nudging him, "you could like...grind my bones up into soup or something."

"I am not related to fictional witches...if I was you wouldn't have to worry," he assured, grabbing the dinosaur out of your hands and putting it on the other side of him. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked. 

"Well, if you're paying attention then you'd know that only a virgin can light the candle and summon the Sandersons," he pointed out, "so it wouldn't be you."

"Wow," you drawled, trying to fight back a smile. "Well, you would know."

Josh offered a dopey smile to you, clearly pleased with himself, either for the joke or the sex (or both knowing Josh). When he leaned in, presumably to kiss you, you placed your hand on his chest to stop him from coming any closer to you.

"I'm trying to watch the movie." 

"You are not watching this movie," he replied, matter of fact. 

"I am too! I'm deeply invested in this movie," you insisted, laughing this time as you relaxed your hand, letting him lean in. 

[decaf-mother]

Wow, this dude has been through hell. He's suffered so much.

I kinda wanna bang him up against a wall like a whore.

[fafi-and-oblivia]

About Oblivia!

Hello! You can call me Oblivia! I am one of two admins on this account. Feel free to talk to me about Buzzfeed Unsolved, Jack Manifold (+other youtubers/streamers), Taylor Swift, MCR, Lovejoy, Fall Out Boy, BTS, Minecraft, Cryptid Coffeehouse, baseball, and many other things!!

I will write: angst, fluff, fics, headcanons, character x reader

I will not write: NSFW, yandere, gore, anything morally wrong (pls use common sense, I will just delete asks with typical taboo topics), I also will not write for real people, or character x character.

Fandoms/characters I write! Asterisks(*) denote favorites to write. List is subject to change!

Blooming Panic (current obsession): Nightowl*, Quest, Xyx*, NakedToaster*, Two2, BIGLADY*, Onionthief*

Harry Potter (fuck JKR): Harry Potter, Ron Weasley*, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom*, Seamus Finnigan, Oliver Wood*, Draco Malfoy, Matteo Riddle, Lorenzo Berkshire

Percy Jackson: Percy Jackson*, Annabeth Chase, Luke Castellan*, Jason Grace*, Leo Valdez*, Piper McLean*, Frank Zhang, Hazel Levesque, Connor Stoll*, Lityerses, pretty much anyone!

The Quarry: Ryan Erzahler*, Dylan Lenivy*, Nick Furcillo, Jacob Custos, Abi Blyge, Max Brinly, Kaitlyn Ka*

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester*, Castiel, Kevin Tran*, Jack Kline, Charlie Bradbury

TSITP (boycotting season 2 bc I hate Belly): Jeremiah Fisher*, Conrad Fisher, Steven Conklin

To All The Boys/XO, Kitty: Josh Sanderson, Peter Kavinsky, Kitty Song-Covey, Min Ho*

The Umbrella Academy: Diego*, Five, Klaus

Bones: Zack Addy*, Vincent Nigel-Murray*, Wendell Bray, James Aubrey, Angela Montenegro*

The Haunting of Bly Manor: Dani, Jamie*

[sweetbuckybarnes]

Peter Kavinsky + Lara Jean Song-Covey

You broke my heart, Covey

Broken Bones

Bridget Jones's Baby

What if...?

Lara Jean's Nephew

Junior Prom

Senior Year Ski Trip

10 Year Reunion

Eve Song Survives

Pregnancy

Break my heart, Covey

12 Tapes for a Penny

Board Games

Korean

Always and Forever, Lara Jean

[thefudge]

It’s Lara Jean who gets Kitty to give Little Women the old college try. Josh/Kitty

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Treading On Thin Ice

Word Count: 8,000+

Warnings: Some language, insanity, frightening sequences???

Summary: A little bit of peppermint bark goes a long, long way.  || Kol x reader || Here lies my Masterlist || Christmas At The Compound 2022 ||

A/N: This fic was requested on Wattpad. The books mentioned and quoted in this fic are The Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson and A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. I do not own them. Thanks for reading!

☃️Story Begins Below☃️

Generosity - The spirit and action of freely and frequently giving to others.

"Y/N/N!" 

Rebekah's voice carried your name across the compound and you glanced up from wrapping garland around the railing of one of the Mikaelson's many stairwells. You knew you should have been prepared for when the blonde girl just appeared at the top of the stairs as if having teleported, yet the sight still made you jump. It wasn't your fault though, despite having been raised in the house of a witch. You were really only used to the concept of vampires - not the reality.

"Y/N/N," She repeated. "I need to ask you something."

"Hi, Bekah." You offered her a small smile to show that you were listening. The girl waved her hand dismissively.

"Yes, hello. I-" She paused, regarding the decorations you'd been working on. "Oh, darling, that's coming along splendid!"

You let go of a chuckle at her attitude. Oftentimes Rebekah would forget that she didn't have to be terse with you. "Why thank you, Bex," You said, moving into a mock bow.

"You're welcome." The girl smiled, grateful you understood her behavior. So few did. "Anyway, I wanted to ask if you intended to make any more of those thin mints by chance?" 

You raised a brow. "Are they gone already?" You wondered, amused but not surprised. "Man, I knew those were gonna be popular but I didn't know they were gonna be that popular. I should've made a bigger batch."

Rebekah's smile turned a little sheepish. "Could you make another one? Please?" She turned her pleading eyes on you and though you hadn't intended on refuting her request, you most certainly weren't going to now. You couldn't deny that girl anything. "I don't mean to be demanding, but they were so fantastic."

You snorted and turned back to your decorating with a slight shake of your head. Mass murderers or not, her family was way too good to you. "You're not being demanding, Bekah. Honestly, I don't think you guys ask enough of me, all things considered."

She frowned. "But you're-"

"Pregnant! I know. Trust me, I'm well aware." You cut her off, holding up a finger. "However, one month pregnant is not dead. I'm fine and I feel great. So as long as you guys are providing room and board for me, the least I can do is help out and cater to y’all’s raging sweet tooth's. Savvy?"

Rebekah groaned playfully. "Ugh! I suppose if you must," She huffed. 

“Oh, I must.”

The blonde original's face softened affectionately and she sighed. "Has anyone ever told you how amazing you are, Y/N?"

"No, not to my face. Why? Did you hear something?" You tossed her a wink and she rolled her eyes. "I'll get on those thin mints as soon as I'm done here," You said. "Who knows? Maybe I'll make some Chex Mix too."

The girl's expression lit up and she skipped down the stairs to pull you into a hug. "You're the best Christmas present ever!" She cheered. 

You couldn't help but laugh. Turns out, all those stories about the youngest Mikaelson were completely wrong. She wasn't outright cruel and snide, she was just cautious. She didn't like being betrayed and thus didn't trust easily. However, you had quickly worn down her defenses with your sugary confections.

You pulled away from her arms upon hearing the familiar squeal of the front gates. Elijah was back! Though you turned to greet him with a smile on your face, that excitement quickly dimmed as you caught sight of the grim expression he wore. Beside him, Josh - one of your closest friends since you'd moved in - looked equally disturbed. Something was very wrong.

"Joshua, in the basement you'll find what we need. Fetch them quickly please," Elijah said. His tone was polite as always but it carried an undercurrent that made it clear he wasn't asking. Josh nodded, quick to comply.

Worried, you cast a quick glance at Rebekah - a question evident in your eyes. The blonde just shook her head, lips pursed and brows drawn together.

"Rebekah?" Elijah called from below. Something in his voice was urgent.

"What is it, brother?" The girl demanded, pushing passed you. "What's going on?"

A scowl twisted your good friend's lips and his eyes darkened. "It's Kol."

Rebekah inhaled sharply. "What?"

"He's come back." Elijah's frown deepened. "Kol is here in the quarter and he appears to be in the midst of one of his episodes."

"Oh bloody hell." That was the first time you'd seen Rebekah look truly frightened.

"I know," Elijah sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We have to get Y/N out of here. Now."

You blinked, feeling a spike of dread slash through your chest. You-you couldn't leave. You couldn't. He was out there. He would find you. You couldn't let him get to you. You didn’t care what sort of danger you were in now, getting torn to shreds by an original vampire would be preferable to allowing that disgusting excuse for a man to ever lay his beady eyes on you again. Elijah had promised.

"It's too late for that!" Rebekah argued faster than you could open your mouth. "If he's already in the city, then he'll be watching us, brother. The second we try to send Y/N anywhere, knowing Kol, he'll probably try to eat her!"

Alright, admittedly that didn't sound like a great option.

"Then what?" The dark-haired original questioned. "What do we do with her, Rebekah? Because, by the old gods, I will not allow that girl and her child to be hurt by anyone, especially Kol."

"And I appreciate that!" You called down to them timidly. "Excuse me, just so we're on the same page, is this the super insane brother who likes to snack on people like I snack on cheese and crackers?"

"That would be the one," Rebekah huffed, frowning. She turned back to Elijah. "If we caught him, could we keep him contained until he rides it out?" She suggested.

Your friend shook his head. "I don't like the idea of Kol and Y/N under the same roof."

"I don't think we have another option," Rebekah said.

“It’s too risky,” Elijah insisted.

“I’ll take that risk,” You spoke up. Your voice shook only slightly and you clutched the railing for support but you stood your ground. You would be brave. 

Elijah sighed again - he’d always taken such good care of you and you loathed to ask him for one more favor but you had to. “Y/N, you know I respect you, but I don’t think you comprehend how dangerous my brother truly is.” 

“Maybe not,” You admitted, shrugging. “But you’ve beaten him before, haven’t you?”

“Only with the help of Niklaus, and only when we’ve managed to catch him by surprise,” He pointed out with a shake of his head. “But Niklaus is miles away, and Kol is expecting us to retaliate.”

“Expecting?” Rebekah scoffed. “He’s not expecting us to retaliate, Elijah. You make him sound passive. This is Kol! You know as well as I that he intends to force us! I’d bet he’s already dropping bodies, so either we subdue him or we lose the quarter!”

Grim realization cast a shadow over your dearest friend’s expression and he nodded his weary agreement. “It’s a trap,” He conceded. The deceptively young man raised his eyes to you again. “Now do you see why you must go?”

“If I leave, then that just plays into his hand doesn’t it?” You noted. “If his whole goal is to bait you into reacting, then-” you jabbed a finger toward your chest “- let’s not hand him extra bait!”

“You know she’s right,” Rebekah pressed softly. He clenched his jaw.

“Please don’t make me leave?” You whispered. “Please don’t break your promise.”

He held your eyes for a moment, then Elijah cursed under his breath and turned to his sister. "Fine, we do it your way," He reluctantly agreed. "Y/N, go to your room and stay there please. Don't come out unless Rebekah, Josh, or myself come to collect you. This is for your own safety, do you understand?"

You could sense the seriousness of the situation in the depths of his pine bark eyes. You decided it best not to question.

"Okay."

It wasn't as though you'd been living with the Mikaelsons for very long - no more than a few weeks really - but even in such a short time, the three siblings you were familiar with had told you plenty about their youngest brother. Horror stories, that was what you'd been told. Even Rebekah, who spoke of the wild Original with the most fondness among her family couldn't deny his thirst for mass slaughter. According to his siblings, Kol liked hurting people. 

That wasn't a concept you could really understand. While it was true that you didn't know him personally and that you had a tendency to see the best in people, you found it hard to believe that Kol could be quite as horrid as his siblings claimed. From what you had been told about their kind by your mother, the Mikaelsons themselves, and Josh, Kol sounded more like a raging addict than a raging psychotic. Though you were probably wrong. Again, your familiarity with the nature of vampires was purely theoretical.

That was why you decided to heed Elijah's orders.

All danger aside, being confined to your room for a few hours didn't bother you so much. After all, you had the entire Stormlight Archive sitting on your shelf, so it wasn't as if you could really get bored. Funnily enough, it was only after Elijah and his sister returned that you found it much harder to remain behind your locked door.

Your head shot up when the first scream tore through the air. Ear piercing, shrill, bloodcurdling, and ominous, the sound alone was enough to set your heart racing. That scream was followed by several shouts.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Get that away from him!" That voice belonged to Josh - he sounded worried, disturbed.

"No!" A different voice cried. "No, Ethan! Don't do it!"

Then that scream came again. It morphed into words. 

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" 

"Ethan, no!" Josh yelled desperately.

The scream came once more, intense and unremitting, rising to a crescendo that chilled you to your very bones. Then, all at once, the sound cut off.

You sat there on your bed, frozen. Your back ramrod straight as you clutched your book to your chest and waited. For eight beats of your pounding heart, silence permeated the compound - a shocked, absolute sort of silence. The kind that follows death like a shadow.

Then like a crack of thunder in the night, there was laughter. Sick, horrid laughter. It was rasping and manic, crazed and deranged - unfeelingly cold and slick like ice, there was a hoarse, retching quality to it, lurking just beneath the surface. It echoed off the walls and through your skull, sending a shiver down your spine. The sensation of a thousand invisible eyes descended upon you and your breathing turned harsh and frantic.

The laughing stalled.

"Oh, what fun this is!" A new voice exclaimed, you'd never heard it before and you would have been satisfied never to hear it again. "I do so love a little jaunt through an inferior mind. Perhaps you should mandate vervain intake for your lackeys, Elijah. After all, the least you could do is make it a challenge for me, eh?"

That voice… That voice! It was repulsive - downright sickening. There was no warmth in it whatsoever - no life - only stone-cold death and wretched, scathing, venom. It stole the warmth of the room you resided in. Yet, at the same time, something about the sound was so smooth, so alluring and playful, that you almost felt inclined to listen. Something in his voice nearly goaded you to relax, to trust whoever welded it like a gleaming silver blade. That voice didn't sound dangerous. 

It sounded… tempting.

Perhaps that was what made it so bloody terrifying. You had never felt more unsettled in your life. Not even when he had been shadowing your every step. That man's obsession with you was nothing compared to the stark horror now flooding your senses.

What was going on out there?

The calm timbre of Elijah's voice cut through the air soon after, but his words didn't do much to calm you.

"Why do insist on this bloodshed, brother?" He demanded, voice ragged - patience worn thin.

"Because. It's. Fun."

And that awful laughter came again, seeming to fold in on itself and multiply. Growing louder, almost gleeful, it was manic and maddening, like a pack of hyenas encircling their prey. Locked in your room, you felt trapped yet exposed. What was going on out there? You had to know.

So you did something undeniably stupid. You got up and opened your door. Stealing out into the hall, you swiftly ducked behind a pillar and peeked through the second-floor railing, taking in the courtyard below. There in the center of the compound, a ring of vampires stood around a young dark-haired man. 

He both scared and fascinated you. 

Perhaps you would have thought the boy to be beautiful had his features not been tainted with madness. His thick dark hair seemed soft and you might have liked to run a hand through it had those locks not been disheveled and flecked with blood. His lips might have distracted you had they not been twisted into a vile sneer. His teeth were perfectly white but the terrible, deadly fangs he displayed ruined the illusion. Perhaps his eyes might have been deep enough to lose yourself in, but the curse in his blood and the rage in his heart had corrupted them with a horrific blackness that seemed to overflow, fracturing his otherwise innocent features into the visage of a monster.

Two steel cuffs clad his forearms, these attached to hulking, robust chains that looked strong enough to hold the weight of an ocean liner. Those cuffs burned the skin beneath them, rendering his arms a repulsive mess of scorching red flesh and blood. He hissed and laughed, purely demented, as he tugged and tore at the chains but, positioned on either side, each holding fast to a chain, stood Rebekah and Elijah. Both of your friends had their respective chains wrapped around their arms, struggling despite their teamwork to restrain their brother.

The vampires circled around them each kept hold of their own ropes. The thick cords were wrapped around his throat, others around his arms and legs and yet, all of them together couldn't seem to bring him down. There was one rope, you noted, that had gone slack. You followed the line with your eyes and quickly stifled a scream. A bloody corpse lay sprawled on the ground with a jagged length of wood impaled through his heart - self-inflicted. 

Above you, a clap of thunder shook the sky and the heavens opened, raining down vicious hail though the day had been cloudless only minutes before. This was New Orleans - it doesn’t hail in Louisiana. You shuddered from the cold and the horror, but that disgusting, unhinged laughter only re-doubled.

"No matter what you see or hear, know that it is merely an illusion!" Elijah's voice rang through the courtyard. Bold and commanding, it rose over the unnatural icefall. "Keep him out and you will not be deceived." 

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that," The awful voice drawled, sounding so clearly from the boy at the center of it all. He merely grinned.

Within moments, a second scream - not the first you'd heard - erupted from the courtyard. Then another, seconds later. And another one again after that! One by one, shrieks permeated the atmosphere until the cries of the undead were all you could hear. Several of the surrounding vampires collapsed to their knees. There was retching and sobbing, some were choking while others gasped for breath.

Amidst the pain and the chaos, Kol lifted his face to the sky, eyes closed and mouth warping into a grin. And that monster kept on laughing. "I don't think they can help it, Elijah!" He taunted, sadistically gleeful.

"Josh?" Rebekah called over the gathering storm. "Josh, you have to fight it!"

Of all the others surrounding the siblings, Josh was the only one left standing. He screwed his eyes shut, his expression drawn with effort. 

"I-I'm trying!" He bit out between clenched teeth.

You drew in a sharp breath, wishing you could reach out and take your friend away from this insanity. "Josh…" You whispered, still crouched as you watched from your hiding place. 

The monster in the courtyard heard you. His eyes snapped open and locked onto your own. It all happened so fast. 

You had never wanted to imagine what a lobotomy might feel like, but you were certain you received a taste of one then as something - some powerful, vile force worked itself into your mind with all the delicate touch of an ice-pick driven by a sledgehammer. You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head in an attempt to wrest his consciousness away from yours but your feeble inexperience was pathetic in the face of this practiced maniac, backed by enough raw power to rival that of Klaus. An unnatural chill ran down your spine as any mental barrier you had shattered like stained glass in a storm and the last glimpse of reality you caught was that demented grin of his widening into a bleeding gash across his face. 

"Now, now, now… What do we have here?" That terrible voice whispered into your ear. A pair of hands - soft and warm though you didn't want them to be - settled on your shoulders and you froze. You didn't move. You couldn't move as his hands trailed down your arms and he knelt just behind you. Those hands slid to your wrists, thumbs pressing in to find your pulse. "Human," He hummed a second later, blunt teeth tugging gently at your earlobe, nipping almost teasingly. "How interesting." You didn't understand why you couldn't move! Your body simply refused to respond. "You know, I've torn through quite a few of your kind today…" Kol's mouth moved lower, leaving soft kisses along your throat as his hands shifted to your hips. Two sharp points scraped over your jugular. "Yet, not one of them smelled so sweet," He murmured, that insatiable hunger more than evident in his tone. "What are you going to taste like, I wonder?" 

Finally, you could react. (He let you react. He was the one in control here. Kol wanted to see you run scared.) You cried out, jabbing your elbow backward into his chest and scrambling away from him as fast as you could. The monster just watched, amused, and tilted his head. "Who are you, sweet-thing?"

"Y-you're not real," You stammered, trying to sound brave. 

"Are you sure?" His tone was playful, mocking as he grinned and stalked closer. "I think you should guess again."

He seemed real, he felt real but it was all in your head. Elijah had said so. You could always trust Elijah.

"You're not real! " You shouted, voice growing firm. "Get out of my head and leave me alone!"

His expression soured into a scowl. "Perhaps you're right," He said. Then, in a split second, Kol was behind you. "But I'm not too far away, am I?" 

Your eyes snapped open and you knew he had let you go because those haunting black abysses stared back at you with a promise.

Yet, in the moments you had grabbed Kol's attention, Josh had found his opening. He raced up from behind and jabbed a syringe directly into that monster's neck, injecting him with enough vervain to down three original vampires. Kol roared and threw his head back, clipping Josh's skull with an impact that would have killed any human instantly, but it was too late. His legs soon gave out and he fell to the ground - out cold.

Yet, you found yourself unable to truly process what had happened. You got to your feet, clinging to the railing for support but you didn’t move beyond that. Below you, the other vampires recovered from whatever attack Kol had unleashed on their sanity. 

“Take him to the basement,” Rebekah ordered, letting go of a long breath as she collapsed into a chair. The others nodded and got to work. You just watched them, seemingly unable to tear your eyes from her brother as they dragged the temporarily lifeless corpse away.

“Would you like to tell me exactly what you were thinking,” Elijah’s voice sounded from behind you, effectively shocking you from your stupor. You jumped, turning to face his displeased expression. Yeah, you were in trouble all right.

“I can honestly say I have no idea,” You replied, pressing your lips into a thin line. “It just sort of… happened.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Do you have any idea what my brother could have done to you if he had broken free?” 

“I don’t think I want to imagine that, thank you.” You rocked back and forth on your heels nervously as Elijah’s glare intensified. “But, hey! He’s out for the count, so it’s all fine!” He crossed his arms over his chest and you let go of a nervous chuckle. “How was he so powerful anyway, huh? I mean, that was weird,” You pointed out, gesturing to the storm overhead. Its intensity was rapidly waning.

“The dude was higher than a kite, that’s how!” Josh called up to you. He’d begun cleaning up the body of his fallen friend.

You raised a brow. “What does that have anything to do with it?”

“Kol’s been snacking his way through several states on his way here, and with our father dead, its not like he had to worry about avoiding attention,” Rebekah sighed, rubbing at her temples.

“I mean, we’re talking a kill count higher than my carrer best in Call of Duty,” Josh added. “And that’s saying a lot!”

“Is it though?” You teased.

“It is actually,” He sassed. “Anyway, running on that much death is like running on a concoction of jet fuel, monster energy, red bull, sixty three pounds of sugar, eight tablespoons of the essence of Dwane Johnson, a five hour energy, seven triple espresso shots, and gorilla testosterone… with just a dash of peppermint.”

You blinked. “Interesting metaphore,” You admitted. “Please never say that again.”

He just shrugged grinning. You turned back to Elijah. “So if your brother is that doped up, then what’s going to stop him from tearing his way outta’ this joint as soon as he wakes up?”

“We'll keep injecting him with vervain on the hour until he regains a grasp on his fragile sanity,” Rebekah answered for her brother.

“And if that fails we’ve raised a barrier spell to keep him contained,” Elijah said. His expression softened and he placed a hand on your shoulder, meeting your gaze. “As long as you stay out of the basement, Kol will be unable to harm you.”

Nodding, you bit your lip. “I sure hope so.” Unwittingly you cast your eyes toward the doorway through which Kol had disappeared, and a thread of curiosity tugged on the corner of your mind. You shook it away. “I’m gonna go make those thin mints now.”

For the next week and a half, you did a rather excellent job of putting Kol out of your mind. It was no easy task, mind you, considering the occasional screams of outrage, strings of profanity, and creative death threats that rang through the compound every now and again. (That boy had quite the set of lungs on him.) The death threats especially gave you a good reason not to go wandering into the basement. It wasn't until the tenth day of administering hourly vervain injections, that Josh finally declared the guy "moderately chill". 

"Define, moderately chill?" Rebekah demanded. Elijah had forbidden her from seeing their brother - knowing their presence was only likely to rile him up. But that couldn't keep her from worrying.

Josh shrugged. "I mean, he's not trying to impale me on my own rib cage anymore."

"Wait, I thought you guys said he was restrained!" You said, a slight note of panic rising into your voice.

"Oh, he is," Josh assured you. "Doesn't stop him from trying though."

You grimaced, reminding yourself yet again why going down to see the wild Original was a less-than-intelligent idea.

But two days after that, your curiosity began to outweigh your common sense. You started to pity the guy, he must have been lonely down there all alone - not to mention bored… and hungry. As a person who was quite fond of food, you didn't want to imagine what going without it for a week would have to be like.

Thus, you decided to pay him a little visit and came up with every justification in the book as to why because morbid curiosity was an awful reason. Rebekah had told you that Kol could be really sweet when he wanted to be, so you figured that it certainly couldn't hurt to earn yourself a place in his good graces. Bringing him something to eat sounded like an excellent way to do just that. Besides, you had found a new recipe for peppermint bark and you needed a guinea pig. Elijah and Rebekah were off doing whatever it was they did to keep the peace in the French Quarter, and Josh was on a date. You wouldn't have a better chance.

So, you pushed all thoughts of self-preservation aside and ventured down into the basement, armed with a cookie sheet, a billiard cue, two blood bags, a plate of peppermint bark, and Brandon Sanderson's The Way of Kings.

There wasn't exactly a cell down there per se - just a dingy alcove behind a small archway with a cot set up in the center. Despite it being invisible, you could instantly tell where the barrier spell was. Apparently, Kol had been entertaining himself by attempting to spit past it. He clearly hadn't had much luck as there was a semi-consistent line of dried blood marring the stone floor. It reminded you of something out of Lilo and Stich. Well, you'd been right about the boredom.

Peering through the archway, you studied the boy inside. His wrists were still clasped in those shackles you'd seen before, except now those had been secured to opposite walls. The skin beneath the cuffs was still red and raw, in fact, you thought you could see smoke curling off of it. That had to be painful, though you tried very hard not to pity him. Shifting your attention to his face you were shocked at how peaceful and innocent his expression seemed. He was sprawled across the cot, fast asleep and you couldn't help but find him… cute. This boy looked nothing like the monster you had seen two weeks ago.

You sat down on the floor just beyond the magic barrier and watched him for a bit. Not in a creepy way. You just didn't want to wake him and if you did, you had no idea what to say.

Turns out, you didn't need to worry about that because Kol woke up on his own. He groaned, lifting his head and his eyes fixed on yours. 

"It's you��" His voice was dry and scratchy, though you couldn't expect much less from a person who hadn't had anything to drink in two weeks. Confusion colored his expression initially but within seconds, dark veins crawled outwards from his eyes, spilling down his cheeks and you caught a glimpse of his fangs. You froze as he stared at you longingly. Then he groaned and curled himself into a ball like a child with a stomach ache. Only then did you notice the shadows beneath his eyes and the profound lack of color in his skin. 

"Are you hungry?" What a stupid question.

"Starving," Kol growled miserably. "Come to torture me, have you?"

"No, actually I brought you a snack."

He glanced up, raising a brow. "Excuse me?"

You held up one of the blood bags and his eyes widened. In a split second, he was off the cot and straining against the chains. Their length allowed him within a mere three feet of where you sat and you jumped back. Kol hissed, his pitch-black eyes singularly focused on the bag in your hand. He struggled and thrashed, gleaming fangs on full display.

The color in your face drained away.

There was the monster you'd seen in the courtyard.

"Scared, are we?" He growled, sneering. Those teeth snapped at you with all the power of a hyena.

You didn't reply. You just backed away.

"DON'T YOU DARE TURN YOUR BACK ON ME!"

But that's exactly what you did. You turned and ran from that place as fast as you could, clamping your hands over your ears to block out his voice as Kol screamed insults at your back.

Yet, you found yourself returning two days later. Apparently, Josh's date had gone well and there was some problem across the river that Bekah and Elijah had to take care of. You knew you had absolutely no reason to extend your kindness to that monster in the basement again, especially after he'd so completely rejected it the last time; however, you were a generous person and if he wanted to be a jerk to you then that was his problem. You would keep being kind regardless of how he decided to treat you because really Kol was only hurting himself. He was growing weaker by the minute - starvation had to be excruciating and you were offering him a respite from that pain. He was sure to concede eventually.

So down the steps, you descended once again, moving to sit on the floor just beyond the barrier spell. This time, Kol was already awake. He struggled to sit up, arms shaking, and glared at you viciously. 

"Ah, she's back," He snarled, lip curling with disgust. But it wasn't entirely genuine, you could see the curiosity and surprise shining through his eyes.

"I am." You nodded, holding up the blood bag as you had done before. "And I brought you something."

Kol's eyes immediately turned black, but this time he remained carefully still. "What do you want?"

You shrugged. "I wanna give this to you."

His eyes narrowed as he forced himself to look at you - not the crimson substance in your hand. "What do you really want?" He pressed.

"I really want to give this to you! Unless you try to attack me again, in which case I'll leave and come back tomorrow and the next day and the next until you get over your ego and take the hand that's being offered to you."

Kol scoffed, rolling his eyes. "And why would you want to help me get out of here, darling? First thing I'd do is rip into that pretty little neck of yours."

"Oh, heavens no," You snorted, grinning wryly. "I don't want you out of there any more than you want to be in there."

"Then why offer?" He demanded.

You shrugged. "Well, starvation doesn't sound too pleasant. You must be feeling pretty sick by now."

The vampire's eyes darkened and he scowled. "I don't want, nor do I need your pity, bug," He spat. If looks could kill, you would have been drawn and quartered.

"Good thing this isn't pity."

"Then what is it?" He mocked.

"The fruit of generosity," You answered, “which you have long denied your fellow men.” 

“That’s Charles Dickens,” Kol hummed. “Never did like him.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. "Well, in that case, think of it as a Christmas present."

"Generosity…" Kol hummed the word, watching you appraisingly. "People will take advantage of that, you know."

You huffed a laugh but there was no humor in it. "Believe me… I know." You knew better than most. You quickly met his eyes again. "But you won't."

He seemed to find that deceleration extremely amusing. "Oh, is that what you think?" He chuckled. "Darling, with that in your hand, I could easily find my way back into your head. I could do whatever I wanted. I could drive you mad."

"You could. But I know you won't."

"Do you have faith in my humanity, sweetheart?" He teased. His grin was a sharp row of gleaming teeth.

"Nope!" You exclaimed. You held up your hand exposing a ring. It wasn't really your vervain jewelry - that was the new ankle bracelet that Elijah had bought you - but Kol didn't need to know that. "I got an upgrade. Smart bug."

He huffed a laugh, amused by your cheek. "The possession of a brain does not make you intelligent."

You just rolled your eyes. "Look, do you want this or not?" You asked, gesturing to the blood bags again. Kol's attention was once again enamored with it. You watched him try to hold back, try to retain his pride but it wasn't long before he broke.

"Fine," He bit out. His eyes flicked to meet yours. "I want it."

"Next time I'll teach you to say please." You smirked and tossed him the bag.

He caught it easily and for the briefest of moments, you thought you caught him watching you. Then that moment was gone and he tore into it, groaning voraciously as he practically inhaled its contents. As soon as he was done with it, you tossed him the next, wordlessly. He downed it without a second thought, and though he tried to keep up the spiteful, angry facade, you could see Kol's relief visible in his posture. 

"Is that better?" You asked as soon as he finished. He just glared and tossed the empty bags back at you. 

Shrugging, you scooped those up and opened the Tupperware container you'd brought with you - the one full of peppermint bark - and shook it.

He watched you for a moment, seething. "Now what?"

You grinned cheekily. "Want some? I made it just yesterday."

Kol rolled his eyes, moving to sit on the cot where he rested his arms on his knees. He watched you with narrowed eyes but took his time to reply. "What I want, darling, is to know who the hell you are."

"Me?" You raised a brow. "I'm Y/N Y/LN."

Kol huffed. "What's a bloody name mean to me?"

"Not too much, apparently," You muttered.

"Who are you? What are you? Why are you here?" The boy in the cell demanded, seeming more curious now than furious. 

"Well, I already told you my name. I'm pretty human as far as I know, and I'm here because I make poor life decisions," You said. It was no crime that you didn't want to tell Kol your life story. He didn't need to know any of it.

"Poor life decisions, eh?" He offered you a wry grin. "Would you mind elaborating on that?"

"Yes," You deadpanned. "Look, I did something stupid and Elijah brought me here. That's all you need to know."

"Why would my brother bother himself with you?" His tone was somewhat accusatory, though you couldn't comprehend why.

You shrugged. "I dunno. I guess it's because Elijah's sorta like my… cousin."

"Cousin?"

"One can never have too many cousins," You said, smirking.

Kol scoffed. "I beg to differ. One can absolutely have too much family."

"True, however, cousins are not immediate family," You countered. "They're more like friends who feel obligated to do you favors."

"Ahh…" He nodded. "I see. So you're a manipulative bitch then, eh?"

Your face soured though it was mostly theatrics because Kol was entirely right. Beneath that frown, you were smirking. "Oh, I wouldn't say that. I prefer the term: opportunist. Plus, I'm not a complete leech. I help out here and there. I dust shelves, sweep floors…" You shook that container of peppermint bark again and shrugged. "I bake... I'm helping."

Kol snorted. "It's cute that you think that."

"Oh, so you admit that I'm cute?" You teased, winking at him.

He raised a brow. "Flirting are we? When you're so fond of my brother? Darling!" He shook his head reprovingly. "That'll get you onto Santa's naughty list for sure. Then again, my brother does have a thing for women who take advantage of him…"

"Elijah?" You balked. "Dude! I just said he's like my cousin… This ain't Alabama!"

Kol chuckled darkly and once again, he was in control of the conversation. The guy was quite good at gaining the upper hand. "Well, in that case, sweetheart, I'd be infinitely more worried."

"Why?" You questioned, narrowing your eyes.

"Because you won't be able to keep this little ruse of yours up forever," He reasoned. There was a sick gleam that didn't belong in such innocent eyes. "Niklaus or my sister - one of them will figure out what really drives you, then you'll be wishing you had the romantic affections of that noble stag to protect you when the claws and teeth come out. My family is not one to be manipulated."

Kol was good at intimidation, that much was true, and his inferences were logical but he needed to work on his humility. That boy had jumped the gun. 

You smirked. "Who said it's them I'm manipulating?"

He blinked, tilting his head. His eyes flicked along your frame, inspecting you again. "Clever bug." He grinned. "This isn't generosity, is it? No, not at all. You're just trying to butter me up."

"Is it working?" You hummed.

"Nah."

"Alright!" You shrugged. You didn't need it to work. Not right away. "I've got some time, want me to read to you?"

"Certainly not!" Kol said. "I want more answers."

"Then ask more questions." You shrugged, mostly indifferent. "But at least be a decent person and try the treats." You loaded up the cookie sheet with a few pieces of peppermint bark and, using the billiard cue, pushed it past the boundary spell. Kol got up, regarding you somewhat distrustfully. Despite the restraints, he managed to get close enough to hook his foot around the lip of the cookie sheet, pulling it closer to himself before bending down and picking up a shard of the treat. He inspected it carefully, then after a moment, cast his eyes back up to yours.

"It's poisoned, isn't it?" He accused. 

You scowled, taken aback. "Of course not! I'm offended, Kol. Honestly, what do you take me for? I wouldn't waste perfectly good vervain on you! Not to mention, that's a vile misuse of perfectly good peppermint bark!"

"Then why are you so desperate for me to ingest this?" He challenged with a sneer.

"Because it's a new recipe," You reasoned, tossing your hair over your shoulder with an indignant huff. "What if it turns out to be nasty? I wouldn't want to feed my friends something subpar, now would I?"

He rolled his eyes leaning back against his cot. "I thought you said Elijah was like your cousin," He said. Kol popped one of the pieces into his mouth idly. He probably wouldn't have done it had he not been so hungry - anything to at least provide the illusion of comfort, you supposed. Yet, he couldn't hide his genuinely surprised reaction when he tried the treat. 

The boy did a double take and a small, yet radiant smile overtook his face. You grinned. Though, a second later, he caught your eyes and wiped that expression away. 

It didn't bother you, however. It couldn't bother you because, though it had been for just a moment, Kol had proven you right. There was more to him than that horrid monstrosity of an exterior. There was more to him than the villain he played. Under all of that, there was a boy - scared and hungry, upset and alone. Beneath the monster, there was a person with the same desires as any other. 

Because this month was December and December is the time when all people just want the same things. Generosity and companionship are the two things everyone wants for Christmas and deep down, Kol was no different.

A few beats passed and Kol reached for another shard of peppermint bark as silence settled between you. Tilting your head, you watched him and, after a moment, you opened your mouth. 

"Bravado," You said, smiling just slightly.

Kol's head shot up. His eyes were wide and weary but not near as sharp nor as threatening as they'd been merely a moment before. He looked more like a child who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar because you'd seen him. You'd seen past his front and he knew it.

"What?" Kol's voice was hardly more than a whisper. 

You leaned forward, settling with your elbows on your knees. 

"Bravado," You repeated, gesturing minutely to his hands which still shook, though not as severely. "Bravado is the hallmark of insecurity."

It was the wrong thing to say.

Whatever warmth you had seen in his eyes drained away in hardly an instant, his expression growing hard as obsidian as his posture closed off to you yet again. You cursed yourself. You should have known better than to push.

"Get out," Kol hissed, teeth and fists clenched tight.

"Kol I didn't-"

He spoke again, voice taught with barely constrained rage. "I. Said. Get. Out." He kicked the cookie sheet back at you with force and it skidded across the stone floor, nailing your knee hard enough to make you wince.

"Fine," You said, quietly. Then, you gathered your things and left.

Yet, Kol's ire didn't stop you from coming back. You returned, again and again, every day and though Kol continued to take the blood bags from you, he refused to engage you in conversation. This went on for days. Though it wasn't long before you grew tired of it. You had seen something in him that day, and he was trying to forget it existed but you weren't going to let him. 

The next time you descended those stairs and sat on the floor, you waited for him to down the blood bags just as you had every other time. Kol grew weaker by the day, though he was in less pain than he would have been thanks to you. He sat facing you, with his back resting against the far wall of the cellar. You knew he expected you to leave, but you didn't. You held your ground and said what he needed to hear.

"I'm not mad at you, Kol."

The boy slowly raised his head, it lolled to the side as though he hadn't the strength to keep it up. His skin was ashen and his eyes were dull, sunken into his face as though there was some black hole inside him. The breaths he took were shallow and unstable. He was falling apart, yet still, a bitter smirk spread across his face.

"Well that's a first." Somehow his voice, raw and quiet, was more unsettling than the screams you'd heard weeks ago in the courtyard. The hollow whisper worried you more than that unholy laughter had. It made you empathize with him.

"I'm not mad, because it wasn't your fault," You continued.

"Another first."

You sighed, shrugging. "Your reaction was only natural. I would have done the same thing."

"I'm sure you would have."

You took a deep breath. You were about to do the dumbest thing you would ever attempt, yet you weren't all that afraid. Getting to your feet, you approached the barrier spell - the only thing guaranteeing that Kol could not harm you - and crossed over the invisible boundary. Those deep brown eyes followed you, trailing your every step with suspicion and disbelief as you crossed his cell and knelt beside him. 

Kol, starving as he was, didn't attack you. So you offered him a gentle smile.

"It's okay, Kol. It was my fault," You said quietly. Kol froze. "I just got too close, didn't I?"

His eyes grew wide, pupils dilating as he stared at you with an uncomprehending expression. Reaching out slowly, you ran a hand through his hair. The dark locks were dirty and tangled, but soft all the same. Kol hesitated, but leaned into your touch as though he simply couldn't stop himself. 

Leaning in, you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I forgive you."

"Why?" He demanded, watching you with wonder. 

You just smirked. "Think of it as a Christmas present."

"For me?" He coughed, grimacing. "Or for Elijah?"

You sighed. "I'm not here for Elijah."

"Then why are you here?" He looked at you, desperation for understanding showing clearly through those eyes. "My brother hardly bothers with his own siblings if he deems them unworthy of his limitless time." 

"I'm in over my head," You said simply, shrugging. "I think it's what got me in so deep that maybe he saw something in."

"And what was that?"

"Generosity." You smiled - thin as a strand of hair. "I showed someone too much and he turned out to be a creep who took advantage of me. Elijah's making sure it doesn't happen again. That's all."

Kol's expression twisted with confusion, then cleared with understanding. "A-are you-" He trailed off, unsure.

"Oh come on," You said, chuckling slightly. "I know you've heard it by now."

Your baby's heart had started beating three days before.

The boy's bright grin confirmed your statement. He laughed, though the sound was tired. "You're going to make an excellent mother," He said.

You smiled. "Thanks."

Kol leaned his head back against the wall, weak but grinning, and sighed. "So, what's that book you brought with you?"

With a bubbling laugh, you stood and wandered back to the boundary spell where you'd left your stuff. 

"Wait, don't-" 

"I'm not going anywhere, Kol," You snickered, bending down to snatch the book. Then you made your way back to sit beside him. The boy leaned against your shoulder and though it made you just a tad bit nervous, you let him. Carding a hand through his hair, you opened the book and began to read aloud.

"Szeth-son-son-Vallano, Truthless of Shinovar, wore white on the day he was to kill a king."

It wasn't long before you lost track of time. Unfortunately, reading out loud ensured that you couldn't hear the footsteps of your friends when Elijah, Rebekah, and Josh returned. If Kol had heard them, he didn't inform you.

The door to the dungeon swung open on hinges that protested rather loudly and your head shot up from your reading.

"Y/N, I'm going to have to ask you to step away from him," Elijah's cold, commanding voice sounded from the entrance.

You bit your lip. "You know, uh… I can explain this," You promised.

"Can you?" Elijah's glare was a frigid sort of rage and it was concentrated entirely on Kol.

You opened your mouth. "No. No, I cannot."

"I see," Your friend hummed. His eyes flicked to you and you thought you felt just a little of what it might be like to jump into a freezing lake. "Y/N, return to your room at once, please. I would like to speak to my brother."

"Okay." You weren't going to object, not when Elijah was providing your room and board. Though, that didn't stop you from looking back at the boy you'd finally brought to the surface. Picking up the tray off the floor, you gave him a small smile and slid the Tupperware container full of peppermint bark back toward him. Then you left without another word.

You didn't hear anything from Elijah, Rebekah, or even Josh for the rest of the day. You sat on your bed and waited, but the only sound that came from downstairs was an exasperated Elijah's indistinct yelling. Whatever discussion took place in the basement lasted for a few hours, but no matter how many times you texted Josh, all he would tell you was how reckless your actions had been.

The following day, you ventured to the kitchen. You weren't going to stay in your room the entire day. If Elijah wanted to stay put, then you would do so while being productive via baking. That day, you decided to bake thin mints. Tasting one, you hummed as the chocolate melted on your tongue. You didn't even hear the kitchen door open. 

"Might I try one of those?" 

You shrieked, jumping nearly a foot into the air. Whirling around, you were rather surprised to find Kol standing in the kitchen doorway, smiling at you - not smirking, just smiling. He looked a lot better

 "I dunno," You said, returning the expression. "I think you're gonna have to say the magic word."

Kol stepped closer, crossing the room until he stood directly in front of you. He reached out and took your hands in his own, pulling them to his chest. “Please?” He said, in the sweetest tone you’d ever heard. The puppy-dog eyes he gave you were the color of melted chocolate. You grinned.

“Here-” You held up one of the squares. “-Catch!”

Tossing the mint up in the air, you giggled as Kol threw his head back and caught it between his teeth. He winked at you, biting a piece off as he leaned against the counter.

“These are fantastic,” He said. “Thank you.”

“Ah… So he does have some manners - good to know.” You nodded to yourself sarcastically and he rolled his eyes.

“Only for you, sweetheart,” He hummed. “Only for you.”

You chuckled. “I see. Now, do you wanna tell me how you convinced Elijah to let you out on - what I’m assuming is - vampire parole?”

Kol shrugged and tried to steal a second mint but you slapped his hand away. “We made a deal,” He said simply. 

“You promised to behave?” You questioned, raising a brow. “You? Just like that?”

“You seem surprised,” He chuckled. 

“Oh. Well, then I’m not being expressive enough because I am astounded!”

Kol waved a hand dismissivly. “Eh, shouldn’t be too hard, I don’t think - not with you manipulating me and all that.”

You blushed. “Is that permission to keep making sweets?”

“Oh, yes. Absolutely.” 

Snickering, you passed him another thin mint. “Well, in that case, Merry Christmas, Kol.” 

He took it. Then he leaned forward and pressed a kiss sweeter than chocolate to your cheek. “Merry Christmas, darling.”

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To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before Headcanons

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before 

Warning: did not re-read srry 

Requested: By @mega-trash-cringe To all the boys I’ve loved before head cannons?

Authors Note: i was gonna add lara jean but i didnt so if u would like her (i only do her with male) headcanon or anything fic related pls request i will write it! did u guys see the news for tatbilb 2? they r gonna add jordan fisher which i love he was in like the other casting of hamilton but he sings so good and i just love him. then they r also adding ROSS BUTLER OHMYGODIMSCREAMINGIMSOEXCITED!!!!! like if yall know he is one of my bbys i love 13 reasons why and i love everyone from there and he is just such a sweetheart <3<3<3 this is a bit long especially peter’s part so enjoy! 

Peter Kavinsky 

first off your guys relationship is real

you met when you um...fell face first in front of everyone on the track court (lol i hope thats what its called cuz like girl my school was CHEAP we didnt have anything like that)

he was like your knight in shining armor

“whoa whoa whoa (gotta add those whoas) you okay there y/n”

now since that day you two are inseparable 

legit are COUPLES GOALS

piggyback rides™

like whenever you feel way too tired to walk or anything (cuz ur lazy like moi) he literally will pick you up like you dont way a thing and put you on his back

you also trying to get him on your back but you fail miserably and you two end up laughing so hard

you two sharing a shake or something at the cafe

 if there is a song he likes or you like he will be the one to say “lets dance”

you of course refuse cause you’re shy and there are legit people trying to eat

“c’mon girl you gotta dance with me”

almost like begging

finally give in and you two will start dancing in front of everyone

standing on his toes while you two dance

nicknames

will pick you up from school or literally anywhere

COUPLES BRACELETS

that boi never takes it offfff, like never

tells you everyday how beautiful you are 

even without makeup and you are full of acne and look like you just got ran over he will kiss all your pimples all over your face and tell you how cute you are and how much he loves you both ways

he legit is a sweetheart icanttakeit

taking long trips into town or across town to your favorite stores

already knows what songs you like and puts them on the radio just to hear you sing

oh boi oh boi when he hears you sing its like he’s fallen in love again

“god babe, you sound amazing. i wish i sang like you”

two would dance like crazy teenagers in his car

him trying to sing to you

holding your hand while driving which you slap him for that, “all hands on the wheel kavinsky”

likes it when you boss him around

when you go onto bus rides with him or in his car across town he will buy all your favorite snacks

ALL. OF. THEM.

loves buying you gifts

almost everyday he is buying you something

THIS BOI IS SO EXTRA I SWEAR!!! 

going to a field trip you will probably (lol i used to but i fell asleep against the cold window and like i had no one who sat by me...*all by myself by celine dion starts playing in the background*...im fine) fall asleep and if your neck is turned into an uncomfortable position peter will straighten it out for you and place your head gently on his shoulder

giving you kisses all over while you’re sleeping

also many many many many many many pictures of you sleeping, awake, eating you name it that boi’s camera roll is all full of you

changes his background to his phone like everyday!

SUPER PROTECTIVE OF YOU

especially at parties

he will have his hand resting on your hip or just resting on you so people know not to mess with you

if someone starts to bully you or hurt you in any way peter will threaten them and make them super scared

no one messes with his baby

have any fights he does ignore you but he cant ignore you for long cause he loves you and you are just so cute and sweet and you always make it up to him

have any issues with your fam or friends and you need to sleep over his house for some time just to find yourself he lets you and you sleep either on his bed or if you’re not comfortable he makes a bed on his floor that he sleeps on and you sleep in his bed

comforting you all the time when he sees your sad

cuddles

ever have your period he will get all your snacks and get anything you need

pads? hes got it. tampons? “girl i got that already covered.” chocolate? please he on that too. 

holy smokes you both have a couples handshake that lasts longer than professor x and magneto’s beef with each other

both text each other memes and vines

oh god vine references 4 DAYS SON

he is so understanding of you

yours guy thing i know is so weird but is watching like all the housewives shows

peter has his favorite and you two watch it in his bed cuddled up

he trash talks the tv and like starts with his, “nuh uh girl whatcha think you doing?”

aint ashamed or embarrassed to watch it

like during school hours he will go up to you while you’re in a conversation and its like “remember baby housewives day!”

when you guys go to a library you read for like a what 3 seconds and then you two make out in the corner and the librarian has to interrupt you two stating that its too noisy

all in all peter is your baby and you would protect him with your life, he’s your soul your everything and he feels the same way about you two your relationship is so vanilla and adorable it makes grown men cry

Josh Sanderson

you started a relationship with josh after he and margot split

it felt wrong to you at first and you tried to push the feelings away

josh is such a cinnamon roll

he is always so kind to you

he makes sure you’re okay and happy

you couldn't push him away any longer and decided to accept him as your boyfriend

at first pda was strange because of his relationship with margot but soon you showed it in baby steps at school around town

now holding his hand seems normal to you

hes the first one to text you

his texts are beautiful and so heart felt

like poetry

he is such a gentleman

listen to you with all his heart

sleepovers always on sundays

as you lean on his shoulder he reads to you and you fall asleep

go to school together, he downloads all your favorite music or favorite audibles and puts the other ear plug in your ear so you two share

or watch hilarious videos of like fails or gordan ramsay (*sigh* the perfect relationship)

sometimes you two act out his things on the cooking show tv

yeah with the accent

people look at you two like what have yall been smoking

already talking about when you two have kids and like what house and the name of those kids

“okay but we should also have a dog in the mix and name him something like cactus”

god hes just so adorable sometimes you wanna cry

during break in school you two go to the bleaching boards or whatever you call those seats and you sit on his lap

best moments to kiss 

you also share snacks

play all the time heads up

come over to his house to study

but we all know its just to make out

having moments when you feel self conscious or insecure he sits you down on his lap or across from him and looks you straight in the eyes making you do the same and tells you how amazing you are and important to him and how much he loves you

since you sleepover his house so much you two have matching pjs

PILLOW FIGHTS ALL THE TIME

he rants to you and discusses with you about comics

wants to name his kid tony for tony stark

“c’mon babe tony sanderson sounds pretty cool you have to admit”

fishing trips all the time

YOU CANT FISH AT ALL

you endure for his sake

teaches you about all the fishes

you buy him a fish blanket

now you two cuddle with it all the time

masks

you bring over your clay mask or those really really slimy ones and make josh wear one

“oh my god how do you even wear these things?”

the black mask one that hurts as well

he almost cries

you kiss his boo boos

take pics like that with the mask on

take cute and weird pics for instagram

NECK KISSES

wearing matching outfits 

compliments you so genuinely and lovingly all the time

if you ever hurt yourself or like cut your finger he will get so worried and kiss it lightly

“there all better baby”

OF COURSE ITS BETTER!!!!!!!!!!!!

you love sitting on his lap

he nuzzles into your neck almost like a cat

making him things legit makes the boi wanna cry

lovez baking together

is such a help in the kitchen he wants to make sure he’s involved

pinky promises with the little kiss at the end

“till the end princess”

you just practically wanna marry this man

Tag list: @harrington-lover, @angelgl16, @perfectlybeautifulsuit, @hyehoney, @haven-prelude (wont let me tag), @leasly, @totally-alexa21, @creamy-pasta-boi, @multireese, @fanfictionrecommendations-com, @prentisskelley, @malereaderforkpop (wont let me tag), @guardian-of-cookies, @justafangirl-97, @teenageshitposts (wont let me tag), @andreaoreas, @dippergravity (wont let me tag), @some-booty, @fromfoolishpeopletodeadpeople, @collectiveyou, @wtfisalltherandoms, @fangirl-4-life415, @dirbel, @marwantr

wanna be tagged in my crap? comment!

[velkynkarma]

Why is head-hopping looked down on by writers? To me it always seemed like a stylistic preference, like any other POV choice, but then I learned it's actually considered faulty and a sign of bad writing. Sorry if this is a weird thing to ask, but given your other solid writing advice, I thought you might have some insight on this.

Hey anon! I don’t mind this question at all, I love giving writing advice.Honestly though? I’ve never heard of it being looked down on before, so I couldn’t tell you why. I’m curious where you heard that it’s actually considered faulty and a sign of bad writing, because I disagree. As long as specific qualities are met, switching point of views can be a very useful literary tool. Different point of views can add different information to a scene in a variety of ways. Different characters will notice different things, which can be very useful depending on your situation. Even if you explaining the same event from different points of view, characters will react or notice things differently. Shiro might look at a situation in an ‘overall mission goal’ frame of mind, for example, while Pidge will notice more technical things and Lance will have more team awareness. A situation that Hunk finds really frightening or anxiety-inducing might mean nothing at all to Keith or Allura. Etc. You can really push your readers’ understanding of the situation by using one voice, and then completely break or subvert that by doing a scene change to a different PoV. I know I’ve written fics where readers have been completely sympathetic with character A, but then I switch to character B’s point of view, and suddenly they see things from a new perspective and re-evaluate the scene. It’s very fun to play with.It can also be useful if your characters are just in different places or times. If the team has split up into two different teams to accomplish two different goals, it can be potentially interesting to bounce back and forth between the two teams and break up the scenes, so you understand what is going on and when these events are happening in relation to each other.The very important key is to make it clear that a PoV switch is happening, with either a scene break or a chapter break. It does look like sloppy writing if you’re writing something from Shiro’s thoughts or perspective in one paragraph, and in the very next you’re suddenly writing Lance’s thoughts. It makes the writing look unfocused and meandering, like the writer can’t really decide what perspective to write from or what kind of voice to use. Remember, writing from any PoV is about more than just writing a characters’ thoughts or actions. Even the narrative, even the things the character would notice or describe, every specific vocabulary word used, needs to be in their voice. If you don’t establish a voice for a scene, or keep switching between multiple characters’ voices in a scene, things get really muddled, neutral, and indistinct. It washes out the narrative and makes it kind of bland, because suddenly it just lacks a distinct personality.More importantly, it can be difficult for a reader to understand who is speaking or thinking in a case like this. And that’s really bad. If I’m reading a fic that started out from Shiro’s PoV but suddenly I’m reading Lance’s thoughts instead, without any scene or chapter break, I get confused. This was Shiro’s PoV—why am I now seeing things from Lance’s perspective? It breaks immersion, because the reader can’t just settle into a character’s voice, they have to stop to figure out the technicalities. You never want to break your reader’s immersion. At best that’s a road-bump in the reading, and at worst it means a back-button and an abandoned fic.But fics with well-broken up POV changes? Those are fun, both to read and to write. Just remember to use context clues to indicate changes—don’t add tags like “~Lance’s POV~” to indicate a PoV swap. You can establish voice in a paragraph or less just by using familiar vocabulary for the character or referencing back to their thoughts in some way. Some samples of where I’ve written PoV swaps, either in the same chapter or throughout multiple chapters:Seven Vargas ~ Alternates between Shiro and various team members each chapter. PoV changes are used to establish the 7-varga countdown and where each character is in that short timeline, as well as the urgency of the situation.The Greatest Challenge ~ Alternates between Shiro and Ryou. While the characters are essentially dealing with the same situation and same scene, they each have different views and opinions on the same situation, and notice different things about the other that the other doesn’t mention. Altar of Storms ~ PoV swap fics can be great for ensemble fics like this too, so you can effectively show each characters’ thoughts while still progressing a story. Again, each character observes or feels different things, which gradually lets you build a much more complete picture of the whole story by the end. Some samples in “official” media that write effective PoV swaps:The Way of Kings ~ Re-reading this for the millionth time, Sanderson tells the story very effectively through 4 different characters’ eyes. Each character gets an entire chapter devoted to them and their PoV before moving on to the next chapter and a different character. Once you know them all, you can even start to pick out points where their stories overlap without any of them realizing it, which is really fun for the reader. Before the Storm ~ This is a WoW book I’m reading at the moment (Josh Keaton narrates the audiobook, I basically had to) but honestly it handles PoV swaps very well. The book has clear PoV changes in chapters to switch between characters from both sides of the conflict, showing the reasoning for each side’s actions. I’m enjoying it. I’ve read lots of other ‘official’ media with good pov swaps but I’m mind blanking on more at the moment. Point is, I think this is mostly down to personal preference for writing? I’m sure some people hate it, but as long as you are clear with your PoV changes, and maintain a character’s voice as long as a PoV is in effect, I don’t think it’s “bad writing.” If you like writing stories with multiple PoV’s then go ahead and do it. I hope this helps, anon!

[kashimos-hajime]

Hi I love ur Josh fic!!!! It’s so good. If you have anymore ideas for stories with him, I’d love to read them!!!!

AhH!! Thank you! That’s so sweet of you. I might post more depending on if I get inspired or not but there’s a Josh Sanderson taglist that you can add yourself to!! Link is in my bio.

[collecting-stories]

Misc. masterlist I

This is a masterlist for all the miscellaneous fandoms that I’ve only written a few stories for. 

James Moriarty White Room 

Mycroft Holmes First Sight

Bane Osito | Sewers 

Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow Out-patient 

John Blake/Robin East Wing

Tommy Riordan Home | Christmas

Alex Home

Murphy MacManus St Pat’s Day | Cold Coffee | I’m on Fire | Lucky

Peter Kavinsky Sick Day | Worst of You

Josh Sanderson Hocus Pocus

Thorin Oakenshield Tradition

Oneshots Warm Me Up | Tree Decorating | Hallows Eve | Thames | Animals | Sleep | Young Love | Africa | At Dusk | Useful

Series + Multi-chaptered fics Before Sunrise + + + + |  Forbidden + + + |  Lost Love + +

Blurbs +

Jess Mariano Temporary Love | Roommates

Jughead Jones Cats & Columbo | Secrets

Betty Cooper Strawberries

Cheryl Blossom Friends | Jealous | Secrets

Fangs Fogarty Paper Rings

[mixed-imagination]

YES PLEASE SO PETER KAVINSKY AND JOSH SANDERSON FICS!!! BTW I ACTUALLY CRIED READING THE “SOMETHING BORROWED” FIC. LIKE I READ THE FIRST PART AND I JUST STARTED TO TEAR UP AHAHAH I LOVE IT SM!!!!

Oh, I'm definitely gonna do it. Should I just write one-shots or a whole series? ;)

[dr0wning-in-hell]

NEW MASTERLIST

Key :

* = nsfw

! = requested

original masterlist

         THE AVENGERS

Tony Stark

Bucky Barnes

Home

Scars *!

Ancient Creatures !

part one | part two

bucky headcanon !

labor !

Don’t Leave ! 

blood !

Steve Rogers

Welcome Home *!

Return!

  part one | part two

Mermaid Girlfriend !

Remember In the Morning !

Till the End !

Pietro Maximoff  

Sam Wilson 

Peter Parker

not my thing

barely / those few seconds !

part one | part two

not nothing !

why I like you !

new recruit !

part one | part two

nick names !

superhero hatred !

Night Time Help !

For Him !

new neighbors !

To Late !

mythical creatures !

got my attention *!

sick

foresight masterlist

hate you!

“how did you know?” !

No Longer Human  (a wattpad book)

Take It Back !

Under the Influence !

Wonder *!

Team Fics

Ancient Creatures !

part one | part two

Loki Laufeyson

Temperature Play*

X-MEN

Alex Summers

Does This Make You Happy?

 part one | part two | part three*

Tattoos

part one | part two*

Submissive!*

Early Mornings !

Admitted !*

Awkward Situations*!

Scott Summers

Dangerous

Night crawler

Blue Angel !

Warren Worthington Fics

Crying Makes Us Stronger

Tattoos

part one | part two*

Submissive!*

Kinky *!

Early Mornings !

Peter Maximoff

Flustered !

First Words (soulmate au) !*

Always !

There in time !

Eric Lensherr

Charles Xavier

come back !

part one | part two

Always Here !

Charles Xavier Pet Kitten HC’s!

Team Fics

         Agents Of  S.H.I.E.L.D

Leopold Fitz

Who I like *!

Lincoln Campbell

          THE ETERNALS

Druig

Ruin You!*

Ikaris

Gilgamesh

Kingo

Eros

Dane

           THE FLASH Barry Allen

All I Wanted Was Your Honesty part one | part two

Ice Skating

Mistletoe *

Right Here. Right Now *!

Come Sit *!

cliché *!

False Hope !

Stay The Night*!

Threes a Crowd *!

Cisco Ramon

baking

Lets Unwind *!

Swoon *!

Till You Go Nuts *!

Just the Right Way *!

Julian Albert

Wally West

Threes a Crowd !*

Team Fics

False Hope !

Walking Nightmare

part one | part two

          ARROW   Oliver Queen

Bad Dream

Christmas Tree

Regrets *!

Roy Harper Ray Palmer Team

            TEEN WOLF

Scott McCall Fics

Hybrids part one | part two | part three | part four

Teach Me*

backseat teasing *!

Stiles Stilinski

Can’t Do This

Realization !

Isaac Lahey

Broken Promises

Little Pet!

Jordan Parrish

Liam Dunbar

The Cheater and the Witch part one | part two | part three

Brett Talbot

Endgame Reward

Derek Hale

Wing Kink *

A Wolf in Riverdale part one | part two |  part three

Get Your Clothes on *!

Six Months !

Theo Raeken

Pack Imagine

Hybrids part one | part two | part three |  part four

       RIVERDALE

Archie Andrews

A Wolf In Riverdale part one | part two | part three

Get Over Her

Double Date

Attention !

Jughead Jones

For the love of a Daughter

Serpent Queen

Reggie Mantle

Sweet Pea

Terrified Together!

I won’t let you go !

Jealous!Sweet Pea headcanon !

Coffee Date !*

Ready *!

Fang Fogarty

one year !

All Together

A Wolf In Riverdale part one | part two | part three

For the Love of a Daughter

      5SOS

Calum Hood

This is Wrong? part one | part two

Hot and Bothered *!

Ashton Irwin

It was a Joke

Luke Hemmings

Jealousy *!

Michael Clifford

His Mistake

Band Fics

        POWER RANGERS (2017 movie)

Jason Lee Scott

Zach Taylor

Billy Cranston

Kimberly Hart

Trini Kwan

Team Fics

The white Ranger

          part one | 

TO ALL THE BOYS I’VE LOVED BEFORE

Peter Kavinsky

Out of Water 

Obsessed 

Josh Sanderson 

- 

STAR WARS

Kylo Ren

Empress

Ben Solo Poe Dameron Finn Anakin Skywalker Obi-Wan Kenobi

LEGACIES

Raphael Waithe

Landon Kirby

Milton ‘MG’ Greasley

Kaleb

Jed

Mate pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

Siren Song !

Midnight Talks !

Hope Mikaelson

Sacrifice !

Lizzie Saltzman

Josie Saltzman

Ethan Machado

THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia 

Care !

Jaskier

STRANGER THINGS

Billy Hargrove

Under the table*

Steve Harrington

First Times A Charm *!

Eddie Munson

Biggest Secret Yet*

Peter/Henry Creele

         ACTORS / SINGERS

Grant Gustin

wedding gift *!

introduced !

secrets and fun *!

Sebastian Stan

Chris Evans

Alleyway *

Tom Holland

that girl !

surprise !

insecure !

predictable

part one | part two

On Set !

Surgery !

Cole Sprouse

Noah Centineo

Ben Hardy

Shawn Mendes 

New Girl

Didn’t Mean It

Timothee Chalamet

NETFLIX’S WENDSDAY

Xavier Thorpe

One Of a Kind

Tyler Galpin

Wendsday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Ajax

DISNEY’S AVATAR

Jake Sully

Animal Instincts *

Neytiri Sully

Neteyam Sully

Lo’ak Sully

Ao’nung

Rotxo

Tonwari

Ronal

Tsu’tey

[sweetbuckybarnes]

Junior Prom

Pairings: Lara Jean Song-Covey + Peter Kavisnky

Summary: Peter's POV, AU where Lara Jean never forgave Peter after he 'stayed with Gen for the night'. Peter didn't get back with Gen and has been single since Lara Jean dumped him.

Prom night. Something I was hoping to go with Lara Jean, but I've been on my own since she walked away from me - and I was coping... ish.

But I was (read, am) in love with Lara Jean, I had a crush on her before my first kiss, and it had just blossomed since then.

But tonight, was prom night. Lara Jean had gone with her small group of friends (Chris, Lucas, Sanderson and Ambrose).

I was sat by the bar in Corner Café when a slightly rowdy, small bunch of people walked in. Chris staggered in, giggling like mad, she was hanging around Lara Jean, followed by Lucas and Ambrose. I couldn't help but wonder where Sanderson was...

"Lara Jean! Let me look at you," Joan said, shuffling around the bar and to where my somewhat ex-girlfriend was walking in.

Lara Jean was wearing a floor-length, bluey-greeny coloured dress, a pair of coral wedges hanging from her hands. She never was one to follow fashion - it's what I love about her. Her hair (which look like it had been curled) was up in a ponytail, it looked like a scrunchie in her hair, when I took Lara Jean's hair down. Her skin was shiny and little beads were rolling down her neck.

Joan smiled with her hands clasped over her mouth. "Give me a twirl," Lara Jean complies, the skirt of her dress swirled around her legs. "You look so much like your mother," Joan smiled, remembering when Eve Song arrives in the café with Lara Jean's father.

"I honestly would say that Margot looks more like mom, but thank you, Joan," Lara Jean wraps her arms around Joan.

"You let a great girl go," Joan said to me, patting her hand on my shoulder as a younger girl took their order.

Lara Jean is the only girl I couldn't understand, she is like a Rubik's Cube that I can't figure out. "She walked away from me," is all I can say, before continuing to drink my chocolate milkshake - the first thing I ever had here, when I was still speaking to Lara Jean.

That was when Lara Jean walked over to the bar, with a small piece of paper in her hand (most likely a list of food and drink) and gave me a small smile.

"Hi, Lara Jean," I start a small conversation with her.

"Peter," her clipped tone, broke my heart even more than it was.

I looked up at her, it was one of the scrunchies I'd got her when we were in a fake relationship, I never asked for them back - I got them for her hoping that she would use them when she would get stressed out exams (like I've seen her do for years).

"Lara Jean, please just let me explain what happened," I begged, reaching out to hold her hand. "Please, Lara Jean," this made her look at me - and I know I look like a mess.

She let out a sigh and nodded. "Ok, explain," she hands the piece of paper over to Joan, who looked between us and smiled.

I sucked in a deep breath, held her hand, and looked her straight into her eyes. "The reason why I went into Gen's room that night, was to tell her that it was over. Because," I take in another breath and squeeze her hand. "Because I'm in love with you, Lara Jean,"

She looked at me with wide eyes. "Really?" She is starting to smile and is holding my hand tightly.

I nod, and look down, not wanting to look her in the eye when she breaks my heart into a million pieces again.

"I'm in love with you too, Peter," she said, reaching for my face and making me look her in her eyes. "I love you, Peter Kavinsky,"

My face lit up, and I wrapped my arms around her body. "Joan, is it possible that you could get some fries for the table?" I ask, looking over at her, as she nodded.

"Of course, sweetheart," Joan smiled, and went back into the kitchen - to give the order to the chef.

"Thank you, Joan," I call to her, grab my milkshake from the countertop as Lara Jean and I go to the booth they were sat at. I repeatedly kiss her cheek and smile down at her with loving eyes. "Lara Jean? Do you, maybe, want to be my official girlfriend?" I ask.

"I would love that, Peter," she kissed my lips and I was in heaven.

[zolanhras]

Tagged by @suzumicchi. I don't know why but I absolutely adore doing these things! Thanks for the tag!

Get to Know Zola:

Relationship Status: Single

Favourite Colour: Forest green, deep brown, poppy red

Top Three Ships: Solavellan (of course), Wesley and Buttercup (Princess Bride fans anyone??), Schmidt and Nick (from New Girl as a platonic ship)

Lipstick or Chapstick: I have 5 chapsticks and usually use them all at some point during the day

Last Song: Sweet Thing by Van Morrison

Last Movie: Disney's The Lady and the Tramp

Top Three Shows: New Girl, The Blacklist, Black Mirror

Top Three Bands/Artists: Josh Garrels, Cat Stevens/ Yusuf Islam, Hozier

Current Read: Mostly an assortment of fics. No 'real books'.

20 Questions

1. One thing you would change about your personality?

I feel as if I think of myself too much. Not in a haughty or superior way, just in general. I want more of my thoughts to be of others.

2. What is your DA rare pair?

I don't know if you'd necessarily call this a rare pair, but I want anyone besides Bianca for Varric. (Okay, not anyone, someone fulfilling and perfect for him.) Varric deserves so much better than someone who is already taken and lies to him. Maybe some dwarf messenger he meets in Inquisition, or even Hawke! Just not Bianca.

3. A song that made you cry?

The song from Coco. I haven't even watched the movie yet and I almost full out bawled at the trailer.

4. The best movie ever?

Hmmm, I love all kinds of movies, but I'd have to say The Godfather Trilogy, Interstellar or The Shack

5. Food you will never eat?

Blood. I know that's weird, but I try I try a lot of weird foods but blood is where I draw the line.

6. Your celebrity crush?

More like an older sister (I'm not into girls), but Gal Gadot! She's so gorgeous and sweet!

7. Your favorite DA location and why?

Emerald Graves, hands down.

It really just encapsulates the beauty and what I love about elven culture. I actually think it's my background to my blog. It's sad that it's only a fraction of it once was, and a cemetery at that, but it emanates melancholy and sadness and in the words of Varric: "This place has a story that hasn't been told." (Or something to that effect.)

8. You’re a night or a morning person?

Honestly, both! If my work makes it so I have to wake up early: let me tell you, I won't be a happy morning person. But allowed some relaxation and a lax wake up time, I love to see sunrises.

However, I have found that around 1-4 am is my most productive writing time so there's that.

9. You have any tattoos?

Not yet! Although I am planning to get some! I'm thinking a henna tattoo inspired sundial for my back and a phrase in Hebrew on my wrist. Something like a bible verse.

10. How many languages you speak?

English only, I'm afraid. I can understand and speak some Spanish having grown up around it, by that's the extent or my knowledge.

11. Where would you most like to visit?

Ha! Everywhere. But most importantly, Israel and Italy. Both places just have so much culture and history!

12. What’s the best book you’ve read?

Best book I've read for enjoyment: Words of Radiance book 2 in the Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson

Best book I've read that's changed and touched me: The Breadwinner by Deborah Ellis and also, Out of my Mind by Sharon M Draper

13. Who is your favourite BioWare character?

Solas or Dorian or Varric

14. Who’s your least preferred BioWare character?

Hmmm, I can't think of one. There's characters I don't enjoy as much as others but I can see their individuality and reason for their actions. Bioware does a pretty good job of character design.

15. What’s your favourite BioWare game?

Inquisition, hands down. If not that, then Mass Effect 3.

16. What’s your patronus?

Honestly probably a deer. I value my freedom like nothing else, but I'm also very close to my home and I feel like a deer reflects that.

17. Cake or ice cream?

Ice cream. (Vanilla with hot fudge)

18. Dogs or cats?

Dogs! Golden retrievers!

19. What was your favourite DA romance?

The Solas romance of course, but besides that... I really liked the scene with the counselors in the Iron Bull romance!! I love the romance just for that scene.

20. Do you prefer sunshine or are you a winter person?

I'm a person of extremes. Either give me snow or some 90 degree rays. At the moments the rays would be more welcome.

So here come some tags! Just a bit of a wave to some people I'd like to get to know better. :) @buttsonthebeach @fadedforyou @galadrieljones @irlaimsaaralath @sweet-holy-andraste @dreadhobo @crystalgraced @princessbatteringram

[ao3feed-covinsky]

Hold On (We're Gonna Make It)

by blackorchids

It's Lara Jean's turn to get a surprise love letter in the mail.

Words: 1502, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (2018), To All the Boys I've Loved Before Series - Jenny Han

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Lara Jean Song-Covey, Katherine "Kitty" Song-Covey, Josh Sanderson, Dan Covey

Relationships: Peter Kavinsky/Lara Jean Song-Covey, Josh Sanderson & Lara Jean Song-Covey, Katherine "Kitty" Song-Covey & Lara Jean Song-Covey

Additional Tags: Future Fic, Established Relationship, Sister-Sister Relationship, Male-Female Friendship, Love Letters, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Romantic Fluff

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/21656347