Established Relationship

Don't Tell Phil!

Summary: Dan comes home drunk and Phil is less than thrilled. 

Genre: Pure fluff

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1552

A/N: This is just a short fic I wrote based very loosely on something that happened with my sister and her boyfriend and I thought it was v cute so I wrote a fic about it. Enjoy! xx

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I went out to dinner tonight, so here’s a 1.2k established relationship Dean/Cas awkward date fluff ficlet. No spoilers. on AO3


Dean takes Cas out for dinner at the swankiest place in Lebanon.

It’s Sam’s fault. Bitch made the reservation and shoved a scrap of paper in Dean’s hand with the date and time, muttered, “No arguing.” Dean spits curses as he irons his suit, shines his shoes, selects the least offensive tie, picks a damn wildflower that he tucks into Cas’s lapel before they get in the car. 

The restaurant is nice. It’s got white tablecloths and servers that speak in hushed tones and individual corded lamps at each table and frigging ice buckets. Cas is sipping a glass of white wine and trying to look excited about it, bottle chilling at his elbow. 

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Husbands

genre: fluff and light smut

word count: 1.2k

warnings: alcohol mention, frottage, too much sap to be healthy

desc: Dan and Phil get married and they can’t even make it to the hotel to begin their honeymoon

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doctoranthonystark asked:

[CRASHES THROUGH A WALL] #12 SteveTony

12.  things you said when you thought i was asleep

Tony came to bed late.  It was an understood part of their relationship, because, well, mostly because Steve knew there was no point in trying to change it.  Tony stayed up late burning the midnight oil, and he always would.  Steve woke up early, and he always had, even before the army had trained him to get up with the dawn.  It was as much a part of each of them as Tony’s dark hair and Steve’s blond, the different shades of blue in their eyes.  Sometimes, on that rare occasion when he got lucky, Steve would be able to coax Tony to come to bed with him.  Sometimes it involved sex, but less often than you’d think, more often simply warm arms around Tony that were a little too tempting to drag himself away from, or the warm comfort of wrapping himself around Steve’s back, curling his arms around him.  Steve loved that, falling asleep together, feeling Tony there with him as he dropped off, the even rhythms of his breathing comforting, steadying as he skirted the edges of sleep.

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Secrets That I’ll Probably Repeat

Word count: 2,915

Summary: Dan accidentally outs him and Phil by saying ‘our bed’ in a live show.

Warnings: sort of a mild panic attack, swearing, one brief reference to v-day video

Genre: angst/fluff

A/N: this was beta’d by camisadophan (tysm!!) and originally posted as part of the phanficexchange, written for littlephanfics. the formatting fucked up tho so it looked rly shit!!! i promise im not that bad, i do use paragraphs, and im actually p happy w this.

Dan woke up earlier than he usually would, with Phil still asleep beside him. As usual, they were sleeping in Phil’s room, as, by this point, Dan’s room was only for show and storage.

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A/N: klarolinecuddling prompted - bellarke!big spoon little spoon

Clarke groans and shifts forward grumpily as Bellamy climbs into bed behind her, pulling the furs up over their shoulders as he presses his chest against her back. She grumbles at him for a few moments as he moves around getting comfortable, complaining about how cold his hands are and how he can sleep on the floor next time he comes in so late. He knows she doesn’t mean it and smiles into her neck when he wraps his arms around her waist.

Bellamy presses a small kiss to her skin, his dry lips flat against the warmth of her neck. Clarke humphs, trying to act upset even as she nestles herself into him, letting him wrap around her. His hands rest underneath her breasts, lying over her sternum, and Clarke places her small hands over his own.

Bellamy lets out a long sigh as Clarke squeezes his hands lightly and wiggles further into him with a satisfied hum. He tightens his grip around her, his heart warming at the feel of her in his arms.

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Sherlock’s favorite picture of himself and John isn’t one of the many taken by friends or the media. It’s not even one John knows he has. It’s a very soft “selfie” taken late one night.
Since they started sleeping together, they both always sleep in the nude, enjoying the feel of each others skin. One night, Sherlock came to bed much later than John and found him asleep. He had quietly slipped between the sheets and was just about to turn off the light on the table, when he felt John roll over and drape his arm around Sherlock’s waist, planting a soft kiss between his shoulder blades. Just as quickly as it had happened, John fell back asleep, his lips still pressed to Sherlock’s skin. Sherlock had always wanted to see this moment of affection paid to him, but seeing as he doesn’t have eyes in the back of his head (no matter what some people may think) he obviously can’t. He gently reached for his phone and quickly took a picture.
At least once a day, when he is sure no one is looking, Sherlock pulls up the image. One very peaceful, sleeping John snuggled as close as he can be and one blissfully, happy Sherlock illuminated in the lamp light, proving even the taller person in a relationship can indeed comfortably be the little spoon.

Imagine Person A of your OTP really getting attached by how warm Person B makes the bed when they fall asleep together/cuddle so when Person B comes home from some trip Person A yells at them because their bed was so cold. (x)

The issue, of course, is that Grantaire is hot. No, not attractive (though, admittedly, that is also the case, in Enjolras’ very biased opinion), but hot. His side of the bed is always the warmest, and on the rare occasion that Enjolras is the last in bed he finds himself rolling over into that warmth, stealing Grantaire’s side of the bed until he finally has to get up. Enjolras is not codependent. He can handle Grantaire being away for a few days. What he cannot handle, however, is how cold the bed is without him.

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floralobrien asked:

Can you make a Sterek holiday au where stiles' presents for derek is "dick in a box" and hes about to, you know, give it to him when all of a sudden the sheriff walks in and invites them for dinner with the pack

[if you have never seen this snl skit, i reccomend it highly]

Okay, so maybe Stiles is more than a little over-caffeinated and has been listening to “Making Christmas” from the Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack on loop while wrapping all the presents for the Beacon Hills Memorial hospital benefit for needy children. So when he finally finishes wrapping the last present, and he gets a text from his husband telling him he’s on his way home, Stiles gets the best idea. They haven’t done anything cheesy and sexy like this since they were dating, so this will be perfect to spice up their marriage a little.

The song is like, years and years old, but it’s still hilarious to him, and he hums the song to himself, cackling to himself.

“Step one,” Stiles sings, grabbing a good-sized box. He holds it up to himself just to see if it’ll work, and he giggles, wrapping it for good measure in some flashy looking red paper, and finds a gaudy looking green bow to go atop it. “You cut a hole in a box." 

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Happy belated birthday to atouchofrebellion!  I hope you had a lovely day and that you enjoy this!

As he opened the front door, Bellamy was greeted by the sound of Clarke yelling at him.  “Bell, is that you?”

Her voice sounded a bit rough around the edges, angry, and Bellamy closed the door quietly and toed off his shoes.  “Yes, dear?” he called back in a fake cheery voice.

Clarke’s head appeared over the railing of the second floor, her cheeks tinged a bit red, from the yelling or exertion he couldn’t tell, wisps of blonde hair escaping her bun, eyes narrowed.  “Bellamy, there you are.”

“I went to O’s,” he said, smiling and starting to mount the stairs, “like I told you before I left.”

She glowered back.  “I was vacuuming.  I didn’t hear you.”

He shrugged.  “What’s up?” he asked, reaching the second landing and reaching out for her.  She didn’t move towards him but allowed him to pull her into his arms.  He kissed the top of her head.

“Where did you put the fine china?” she asked, voice muffled slightly by his shoulder.

Bellamy huffed out a breath. “I told you like seven times as we were packing that I was going to put it in with the towels so it wouldn’t get broken.”

“You did not,” she asserted, jabbing him in the chest.

Bellamy rolled his eyes.  “Princess,” he said slowly.  “I told you seven times.  I even counted.”

She harrumphed but didn’t pull back, fitting her face a bit better into the curve of his neck and exhaling deeply.  Bellamy smiled as his arms tightened around her.

“We can deal with the china later, princess,” he mumbled into the crown of her head.  “For now you should relax.  You’ve been working your ass off all day.”

She pulled away, a disgruntled look on her face.  “And there’s a reason for that, Bellamy Blake,” she said, sounding cross.  “Who the hell told you it was acceptable to own so many pairs of shoes?  You have more than I do!”

Bellamy laughed and squeezed her hip.

“If I remember correctly you bought me half those shoes.”

“Yeah,” she grumbled.  “So that you’d throw out those horrifying ones from college.”

Bellamy clapped a hand to his chest.  “They are not horrifying.  They’re classic.”

“Bellamy, please.”

“Don’t say it, princess, I don’t think I can take it.”

Now she was the one rolling her eyes.  “Bellamy, you bought them at a second hand store.  They’re like thirty years old.”

“Exactly,” he said, smiling.  “A classic.

“You don’t even wear them!” she shot back, flustered now, the red in her cheeks deepening.

(He didn’t even care that much about the shoes, really.  He just loved the adorable way her face turned pink and the way her eyes lit up when she argued with him.)

“No,” she told him, shaking her head.  “I’m putting my foot down.  I’m vetoing them.”

He wagged his finger.  “Nuh-uh, Clarke, you vetoed my jeans when we were packing.  You don’t get two vetoes in one week.”

Those jeans were an atrocity to God!”

“Octavia bought them for me!”

“Yeah, like twelve years ago!  I doubt they even fit you anymore!”

Bellamy rocked back on his heels, grinning.  “Why, princess, are you trying to say that I’ve gained some weight?”

She punched him in the shoulder, but he couldn’t help but notice that her angry expression was giving away to a smile.

“I’m serious, I need to know if my girlfriend thinks I’ve put on some unnecessary pounds.”

She laughed, probably against her will, and smiled.  “I think you’re very handsome, Bellamy, is that what you want to hear?”

“Pfft.  I know I’m handsome.  That wasn’t the question.”

Clarke rolled her eyes.  “Stop fishing for compliments, you giant dork.”

He grinned.  “Always nice when you bring out the pet names.”

“Oh, shut up.  And go unpack the kitchen.  There are boxes everywhere.  I can’t get to the fridge.”

He saluted her, still grinning.  “Yes, ma’am.”

He trotted down the stairs, tilting his head back to look at her, leaning against the upstairs banister, a small happy smile on her lips, and felt his chest tighten.

Even in a paint-splattered shirt and yesterday’s leggings, with mismatching socks and hair all over the place, Clarke Griffin was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.  She caught him staring, probably looking lovestruck and dumb, and pointed down the hall. “Kitchen,” she ordered.  “Now.”  But she was still smiling and he knew that under the demand she was just as starstruck as he was.

He pivoted on his heel, socks sliding on the brand-new hardwood a little as she struck off down the hall.  On his way to the kitchen and the waiting boxes, he couldn’t help but slow as he passed the sign, propped up against the wall, that in just three weeks they would be able to mount on the outside of their new (and first) house.

“The Blakes” it announced in thick blocky lettering and Bellamy smiled to himself as his finger traced across the carved letters.  Three more weeks and he’d have a ring of his own to match the sparkling diamond on his girlfriend’s left hand.

Bellamy’s smile widened.  Three weeks.  But in the meantime there was kitchenware to unpack and china to find.  And Bellamy Blake couldn’t think of a time he’d ever been happier.

Every Day

Every Day

Summary: UniStudent!Phil doesn’t really care to watch YouTube sensation danisnotonfire’s videos or live shows, and his uni class always ask why.  He always gives them the same answer: “it’s like he hears it every day.”  His classmates are about to find out why he always gives the same, dull answer in a way they never would’ve guessed.

genre: fluffu

wc: 1234 (yasss)

tw: poor writing, it drags a bit idk, cheesy title

[A/N] I know there are like 80 of these kinds of fics but I wanted one like this in particular and I wasn’t sure if any existed so here we are.

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Love Wins

It was their routine. Every morning Dean had his coffee, and Cas had his tea. Most of the time they would then watch whatever was on Animal Planet due to a pair of pleading eyes. This morning was different, though, the channel didn’t stray from the news cast because America had just taken another leap towards equality. 

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“Make a world we can live in where the one who you love’s not an issue.”

— A Great Big World, Everyone Is Gay

June 26, 2015

Cas curled further into the bend of Dean’s side as he nursed his cup of tea. Castiel didn’t need to drink or eat anything anymore with his grace back, but he found he liked the habit of drinking tea in the morning while Dean had his coffee. Dean happily accepted Cas’ warmth as he cuddled closer, chasing away the early morning bunker chill. Dean got situated on the couch before reaching for the remote.

“What’ll it be today?” Dean asked, looking down at Cas. Castiel peered up at him with a pleading look on his features. Dean sighed slightly as he knew he couldn’t say no. It was especially hard to say no with that bedhead and one of his old t-shirts loose on the angel’s frame. “All right, whatever is on Animal Planet it is.”

“It’s Cats 101 day,” Castiel said, a smile pulling at his lips.

Dean pressed a kiss to Cas’ hair. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” Pressing the power button, the T.V. crackled to life. The news was the channel that pulled up first. Sam had probably been watching it before he headed to bed the night before. Dean was just about to put in the channel number for Animal Planet, something he had long ago memorized, when a story caught his ear.

The two were both quickly encaptured as the newswoman spoke. “The U.S. Supreme Court issued a ruling that has effectively legalized same-sex marriage in all fifty states. The court issued a 5-4 ruling Friday.”

“Son of a bitch,” Dean whispered quietly. He had known that this case was going on, but he hadn’t allowed himself to think about it. He hadn’t wanted to get his hopes up.

Dean looked down at Cas who was already staring up at him, a grin plastered on his features. Something constricted in Dean’s chest as he realized what this opened up for their relationship. They could be more than just boyfriends. Dean swallowed hard. That idea both terrified him and made him his heart leap in his chest. Taking Cas’ tea away from the angel, Dean set it on the table next to his forgotten coffee.

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Bills

Summary: Phil is paying the bills and discovers that after Spooky Week for the gaming channel, their electricity bill has risen quite a lot. (Super sugary tooth-rotting domestic fluff!)

Paying the bills had to be the most cumbersome thing in the world, right after doing taxes that is. As the older of the two, Phil deemed these things to mostly be his responsibility, especially when he and Dan had first moved in together. Back then Dan had practically still been a teenager, those sorts of things would have been too overwhelming for him. Since then he’d sort of adopted the role of the responsibility, even though Dan did now help occasionally.

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The five times dan rick-rolled Phil

Summary:In which Dan is a giant meme and Phil should be annoyed but he can’t bring himself to be.

Genre: Fluff, there’s also pre-smut in here only a little bit though its okay they don’t do anything 

Warnings: Daniel is a huge meme (but there is none that i can think of)

A/N: i so sorry for making this please forgive me but Dan has become too much of a meme for me not to

The first time it happened Phil was editing a video. His concentration is broken by his phone buzzing in his pocket. he clicks it on and finds that Dan has sent him a text message.

‘Phil im bored’ Phil has to try hard not to roll his eyes.

‘Dan im busy’

Phil tries to go back to finishing his video, he barely has time to touch the mouse before his phone buzzes again.

‘but PHILLLLLLLLLL’

a smile starts to creep onto Phil’s face. His attention is fully off the video and he fumbles with his phone to reply.

‘What Dan? I’m editing a video’

No matter how much Phil wants to continue with Dan little game he has to get back to editing. He promised his subscribers a video by tomorrow. He gets about 5 more minutes done before his phone vibrates.

‘Phil look what i found on tumblr omg i s2g this is crazy’

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I Love The Way You Lie

Summary: When you know someone as well as Dan and Phil know each other, it becomes impossible to get away with a lie. Adorable shameless phan fluff!

(This fic was inspired from Dan and Phil’s confession video. Watch it here if you haven’t seen it, it’s super cute and it may give this story more meaning. Either way, enjoy!)

Dan clicked away at his keyboard, brainstorming ideas for a new video. It had been almost three weeks, so he was overdue for an update. It was a rainy London day, but he could still hear the bustling sounds of city life. The loud double decker buses, the annoying police sirens, the honking horns of impatient drivers…yes, typical London.

‘Crunch crunch crunch’

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You Matter to Me

Summary: Phil’s tired of living in everyone else’s shadow.

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 3465 

A/N: This took an eternity and a day to write omg. So anyway I kind of based this off of mine and my best friend’s relationship so I’m like really passionate about this and worked really on it so I hope you like it. Enjoy! xx

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more than you bargained for (but everything you’ll ever need)
one direction | ~27,000 words | harry/liam/louis, harry/liam


The moment Louis Tomlinson walks in the door, Liam wants to say,
No, absolutely not.

From Louis’ CV, Liam knows Louis isn’t that much older than himself. However, where Liam’s just made it home from a ridiculously busy day at work, pressed trousers and a perfectly tied knot still in his tie, Louis has got on a pair of scuffed Vans, wicked tight jeans rolled up at the ankle, and a light jumper with a giant jack-o-lantern on it. It makes Liam’s head ache just looking at it.

Harry loves him.

Or; Harry’s seven months pregnant, Liam’s boss is too demanding, and Louis Tomlinson ends up being more important than they ever thought possible.

@AO3 for thewrongshoes/cloudlessclimes in the One Direction Holiday Exchange 2014.
Header by the wonderful wearecities.

You Set My Soul Alight

Word count: 828

Summary: Punk!Phil and artist!Dan, in which Dan designs Phil’s tattoos and paints his back.

Genre: fluff

A/N: what do u mean i have 7 prompts and a v v late sequel to write??? inspired by this lovely piece of phanart i saw. also wow im so sry abt the lame title?? im so bad im sry

Phil had done many intimate things with Dan, but the most intimate were the tattoos. Before he met Dan, all of his tattoos had represented something important to him, but his tattoos since he’d met Dan were more than that. He would design them with Dan’s help- infinitely easier than if when he tried designing them with tattoo artist, Dan understood him so well- and then someone else would tattoo it on his skin. Dan’s artwork on his skin, forever.

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