because obviously what started out as a fling is turning into something with feelings for both of them

top 10 phan moments that make me wanna rip my heart out

yeah, just ten moments among hundreds, let it be part one or something. tell me what i’ve missed because i want more suffering in my life.

10) mind control.

i mean, i appreciate the subtlety. i crave those tiny moments that you only notice when someone points them out to you. but this! you can’t miss this one, this moment is shoved down our throats. this is so “i’m allowed to do that to you, to be in your personal space, and gaze into your eyes for no reason, just because i want to”. and phil’s face in that moment, so much joy and mischief, he claps his hands and gazes back.

9) chest touch.

drama queen howell strikes again, it hurts to rewatch it srsly, why is he so extra? but what is phil doing ladies and gents? he slaps his chest in the weirdest way possible, he brushes it, it’s like he wants to shove him but reassuringly and the movement happens so fast you have to pause for a second to comprehend it. that sweet gentle boy is so fond of dan’s unnecessary commentary and yeah, it completely distracts us from what dan is saying at that moment.

8) feel my heartbeat.

was that necessary, really? like, i don’t ask my friends to feel my heartbeat when i’m scared, that was such a “horror movie at first date” bullshit, that’s not what people do?? and when dan does feel that beautiful hummingbird heart, phil just covers his hand with his own palm because yes, you gotta feel it very close, no air between your hand and my chest. dan immediately looks into the camera to show us that yeah, i know you’re there, nothing strange, and makes a comment about phil dying. wow.

7) phil the delivery man.

i don’t know what to say. it’s so simple but why does phil have to make such an act of bringing dan his charger, why does he talk in that stupid voice?? they have a banter, and then phil FIXES DAN’S CHARGER FOR HIM, like what?? who asked you to do that? where’s my IT guy au (literally, he’s got glasses, look at him). and before he leaves he plays the piano that nerd, what an attention seeker, and then bows!! is he tipsy? did he have a pre-liveshow orgasm or something? dan laughs fondly and it’s all i need in the world.

6) child beer.

what’s happening and does it even matter. phil’s hiding on the floor, but why? to surprise us? eh whatever. so he’s got that magical japanese powdery stuff and he wants dan to taste it. the biggest problem for me here, ahem, i mean the thing that just kills me every time is that phil spends the whole time (eight minutes) on his knees and he looks so cute when he makes that beer, holds it close to the camera, and then lets the foam sit so dan can have the ultimate child beer experience.

it reminds me of that hot chocolate video, where he does something so trivial but he’s so gentle and loving about it. i still don’t understand why they didn’t do a simple taste test like bros, but phil had to make it for dan, he wanted to see his reaction. and then he tries it as well, touches the glass rim with his lips at the same place where dan’s mouth just was (gross).

and i just can’t ignore how that boy sneaks past dan’s room after that, he’s playful, he stops to say that he googled something and dan was wrong, and domesticity, i wanna die.

5) sleeping phil on tour.

i kinda wanna talk about the angle here because i don’t understand how it was filmed (camera is pretty static, dan’s hand reaches from the side, not behind), but i don’t know if it matters here. what matters is how gentle dan is. of course, he starts with classic nose tickling, which is what “messing with a sleeping friend” usually implies, but then he frees one strand of phil’s hair and just lets it fall. wow, fantastic prank, dan.

and let’s separately discuss that pout/kiss phil does after he opens his eyes. i know you want a slow mo replay, so here we go:

that’s what i call “im gonna stay asleep but i love you”. where’s the nearest cliff so i can fling myself into abyss?

4) the look.

context what context. why did they keep it? why did they put it on fullscreen instead of hiding in the corner? two full-length looks dan, really?? you know what he looks like, why do you have to examine him like that in front of us you slut. and it just passes, without acknowledgment, they just turn back at us simultaneously and I’M STILL DEAD at that moment, i don’t care what happens next.

3) snoot. proot. (i just filmed you doing that)

i don’t even care what it was. something about piano sounds or whatever, but this video haunts me. THERE’S SO MUCH TO IT. first, phil is lying on dan’s bed (at least in the official version it’s dan’s, not mutual), just chilling?? and dan’s working i guess. so they are not actually doing something together but it’s a cozy evening, why would they spend it in different rooms? dan says something, idk, and phil replies “yeah” in that deep voice I SWEAR i haven’t heard from him before. dan makes the sounds again, like can you believe he’s an actual dork in real life, it’s not an act, he’s actually the weirdest boy alive, and he so obviously doesn’t know he’s being filmed. because when phil says “i just filmed you doing that you’re so weird”, he’s so delighted, he laughs at himself, he turns around, his hair is pushed back omg they are both so sleepy and i rejoice. i think this video gives us a rare but fantastic insight in their everyday life, phil must be keeping so much silly videos like that on his google drive and we never get to see them BUT SOMEHOW he posts this one, probably because dan is cute and he wants everyone to know it.

2) you loved it. you wanna do it more.

so, yes. you know this one. where do i even begin?? they play this dragon quiz and then 1) phil says “you loved it” in the strangest voice, like the voice we never hear from him, it’s deeper and quieter, he looks at dan even though dan’s not looking back; 2) dan is looking down as if he’s fiddling with an ipad or something, it’s almost a bts moment, something they would usually edit out. AND THEN THREE SECONDS OF SILENCE while dan kinda processes what’s going on and phil still looks at him expectantly. seductive as fuck. and now this quiet “alright”, i’m just… dan looks like he’s gotten the hint, so he’s a little embarrassed and they share the softest laugh. 

the thing is, we know how often phil makes sexual innuendos and dan always reacts the same way: he looks into the camera, he throws a witty comment in, he puts it on display to show us that there’s no intimacy in that moment. but not this time. i don’t understand why they didn’t edit it out. i just… don’t.

1) pantless liveshow
this is the ultimate. this is the weirdest and the most awesome thing these two gave me and i’m not even sure what can top that. the moment when phil decides to grab the humidifier and show us, he looks at the screen, says “one second” and stands up very awkwardly while dan turns the laptop away from him and makes the weirdest “how you doing” face. 

WHAT THE FUCK. did they think we were so used to them weirdos that we wouldn’t even notice that shit? but fuck, they do it again, they want to show us the spray and dan goes “should i go get it? you have to do phil’s corner”. like, i can’t function, i honestly can’t. AND THE WORST PART is when dan returns and we can see him covering his legs with a blanket just too fast like it’s not that cold boy come on.

i have no explanation and i have every explanation. i don’t deserve all this suffering.

She’s Just Not That Into You » Part V (A Harry Styles Miniseries)

Miss the previous parts? Part One » Part Two » Part Three » Part Four

Check out the inspiration behind Harry’s home here!

As always, this miniseries is dedicated to @stylesunchained. Thank you for your screaming for no spoilers, my love. It wouldn’t be proper of me to not thank @chrissy22787​ and @permanentcross​ for their continued support and also continued screaming over this story. Where would I be without you three?!

Let me know what you think! Happy reading.

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After secluding himself for the better part of two days, Harry decided it was best to consult someone about his next move, if there was one at all. Nick was the only plausible option, as he was the one who introduced you to Harry, and he’d known you longer than Harry had. Much longer. He’d told Harry that he considered you to be one of his best friends, which shocked him a bit, considering Nick didn’t mention you all that much. But, plenty of time had passed since Harry was in London for an extended period. Nick was a magnet for friends, and he was allowed to make more without Harry around…

…especially if they were friends like you.

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Awkward

Summary: What happens when two dudes have a crush on each other, but they’re both super awkward?

Notes: Why can’t I stop writing these silly high school AUs? Inspired by a prompt on this post. (On AO3)


For once, Stiles is actually doing well.

He’s made it through Coach’s drills without tripping over his own feet—or anyone else’s—so he’s managed to look like he actually knows what he’s doing. And when they start practicing passes, Stiles makes several smooth, clean ones to Scott and Danny.

He might get a chance at first line after all.

Then everything goes wrong.

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Truth or Dare, Princess

Summary: When the boys are stumped on a case he sends them to the reader. That one case leads to a more permanent relationship with the boys, and ultimately her falling in love with Dean…and Cas. There’s always been something about the reader they’ve loved and a game of truth or dare let’s them explore it. 

Word Count: 4816

Author’s note: SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!! I absolutely LOVE this one guys!! Just as a warning the plot doesn’t 100% follow along with the shows plot. Tell me what you guys think about this one!

You’d been hunting with Sam and Dean for the past year, your paths crossed on Arachne case. Bobby had referred the boys to you, you weren’t a hunter but you focused on lore. After telling Bobby how confused they were he sent them your way, but you never knew how important that one small decision would be.

Bobby had set it up so the boys would meet you at the library you worked at, it was a cover for you. The first and second floors were all normal books, but the basement was specifically for lore and hunters. You had hunters file in and out, and you helped them the best you could.

When Bobby had first suggested you to the boys Dean smirked, “She seems like just your type Sammy, nerdy”. Bobby just smiled to himself about Dean’s comment, he knew the second Dean saw you he’d be sold. Sure you were smart and loved books, but you were also incredibly beautiful.

Sam rolled his eyes, “Dean you of all people should know not to judge someone off of what’s said about them”. Bobby continued telling the boys where they could find you, and how he’d set up the meeting. The boys were in need of help so they didn’t mind. Bobby placed a call to you and then the boys were on their way.

It was closing time, which meant it was just you. You were excited but nervous, Sam and Dean Winchester were legends. Before you knew it you hear the sound of a bell, and eventually two men walked in. Taking in their descriptions you knew it was Sam and Dean.

They made their way over to the counter, and the closer they got the more you realized how incredibly good looking they were. Dean leaned against the counter, “Hey princess, you must be (y/n)”. You felt your cheeks begin to redden, “Yes I am, and you must be Dean”. Hearing him call you princess set butterflies a flight in your stomach.

He grinned, but before he could reply his brother cut him off, “ Thank you so much for even helping us, so is this whole library yours?”. Dean rolled his eyes, his brother was cockblocking him. You smiled realizing how beautiful Sam was too, “Yes…kinda…my aunt left it to me when she passed”.

You had always been close with your Aunt, and she was a hunter. She’d be good friends with Bobby and she was the reason you were even in this lifestyle. Sam forced a smile feeling bad for bringing up something so emotional, “I’m sorry, losing someone is one of the worst things to go through”.

Placing a stray piece of hair behind your ear you replied, “It is, but it’s good to have this place. It reminds me of her and hunters always come in telling me stories. I mean we all know death is never really the end..but enough about me how can I help you guys?”. Sam tried not to laugh but he found you incredibly cute, especially how you babbled on.

Dean licked his lips, he had about a thousand different ideas about how you could help him, “We’re having trouble figuring out what exactly we’re hunting”. You smiled, “Well I think I can help, follow me”. You started to lead them down to the basement while Dean let his eyes roll to the back of his head mouthing, “Oh my god” to his brother.

Sam shook his head in annoyance, he believed there was a lot more to you and didn’t want you to become one of his brothers flings. When you finally got into the room you pulled out your laptop and set it on the main table, “Okay what can you give me?”.

Dean raised his eyebrows, knowing exactly what he could give you but once again Sam intervened, “One of the witnesses said the creature had mottled skin and double sided irises”. You knew exactly what it was, but you were sad things were over so easily. Both brothers pulled a chair up next to you and you felt flushed being in the middle of such an attractive sandwich, especially with the way Dean was looking at you.

You pulled up the file, “I think what you have is an Arachne I know they’re only-”. Sam chimed in, “located in Greece”. Dean wanted to throw up, it had been five seconds and you were already finishing each other’s sentences. He placed his hand briefly on your knee sending shivers down your spine, “So how do we gank the son of a bitch?”.

You bit your lip trying to stop your mind from where it was going. You hoped Dean hadn’t noticed but he did, and he grinned realizing his effect on you. Turning to him you explained, “Decapitation is the only way they can be killed, and Sam I think ever since the apocalypse creatures have started appearing…it’s strange but-”.

Sam laughed, “Strange has become a regular adjective to describe our life”. Sam was amazed, it took you about a minute to know what the monster was and only with a few details. You got up, “I guess that solves things, I hope I was worth it”.

Dean got up too, “Oh trust me, you were so worth it”. You blushed again, obviously picking up on what Dean really meant. Sam added, “It was incredible how quickly you knew what we were hunting, thank you so much”.

Dean grinned, “You know we should get your number for future cases, you’re a lot easier to look at than Bobby” he finished his sentence with a wink. You laughed, “I don’t know Bobby does have this vibe to him…”.

Both brothers laughed but you finally said, “ I’d love to hear how the case goes, and I’d love to help out again”. You leaned down to write your number on a piece of paper and Dean raised his eyebrows to his brother again, signaling how good at this game he was.

That case started the relationship you had with the Winchesters. They called you to tell you how the case went, and then to ask for help on the next one, and then the next. Finally after a couple months you decided it would be easier to move into the bunker.

Bobby found someone to take over the library for you, a friend of his named Garth. You were happy to move in the Winchesters, the library had become the only family you’d had but at the end of the day it was just a building. It was a place filled with memories, but none that truly belonged to you.

Sam had become a close friend, while Dean had become somewhat of a love interest. Which meant; you were hopelessly in love with him but you weren’t sure how he felt. He flirted with you, but you never took it seriously because you soon learned Dean flirted with everyone.

On some cases you worked with their friend Charlie, she was similar to you. She loved fictional worlds, and shared your nerdy tendencies. A friendship soon formed, and you were thankful to not always be the only girl in the house. You told her everything, especially your feelings for Dean.

There was one other person you became close with, Castiel. You were working on a case about angels and Sam called him in to help you. From the moment you saw those piercing blue eyes you were sold, your heart confused at what you felt for both him and Dean. You justified what you felt with the fact that you didn’t even know how Dean felt.

You still remembered the first time you’d met him. You were in the library all alone when he walked in, a determined look on his face. His voice was low, “You must be (y/n) from Dean’s description but you don’t look hot you look of normal temperature for a human”. You laughed instantly, so this is what angels were like.

You stood up, “I’m guessing you’re Castiel-”. You lost your train of thought when you looked into his eyes, mesmerized by their intensity. Finally you caught yourself, “I’m sorry I’ve never met an angel before I-”. He smiled, “It’s okay, I haven’t met a human like you before” he said looking you up and down.

With the pressure of his gaze you felt uneasy, “Would you like to get started, I think we might be dealing with an archangel but I’m not sure”. Castiel sat down next to you and you couldn’t help but think about how close his body was to yours. Your mind started to drift so you tried to pull yourself back, but out of the corner of your eye you saw Castiel smirk.

You needed to bring your mind back, “What does this look like to you?”. Again Castiel grinned, but you just ignored it. He placed his arm over your chair and leaned forward looking at your computer screen, “I think your assumptions might be correct, but we need more evidence”.

You felt relieved that you knew what you were dealing with, until you realized your mind was drifting again. There was so many questions you had about angels; did they have sex or was that a sin, what can they really do with their grace, could angels even get hard?

You were too busy to notice the way Castiel was looking at you. The thing was you’d forgotten one essential thing about angels, they could read minds. Castiel heard every impure thought you’d had, and he was amused by them. On the outside you were so innocent, but he was starting to know how much your desires changed you.

This was something he could use to his advantage, you still thought he was innocent too. He rubbed your thigh lightly, “Are you okay (y/n), you seem distracted?”. You snapped out of your thoughts, but nearly went right back in when you realized how he was touching you. Trying to play it off you forced a laugh, “Yeah sorry, this has been a lot….the case”.

Castiel just smiled, you would be fun. From that moment on Castiel became very interested in you, but you never knew what he was really thinking. Could angels even flirt, could Castiel even flirt? You were in a constant whirlwind of emotions between him and Dean.

You were in the library with Charlie and Sam, obviously researching, when Dean walked in. Castiel trailed behind him, they both looked happy. Dean sat next to you, “Hey princess, what do you say we do something a little more fun?”.

Your heart started to race thinking about what fun could really mean so you missed the look Castiel gave Dean. After a second of letting you go crazy Dean added, “WE all could do something a little more fun”. Finally your heart slowed down, he was talking about everyone.

Charlie was excited, “Okay Dean what did you have in mind?”. The look that formed on Dean’s face sent shivers down your spine, he was up to something. He grinned, “We’re going to play good ole truth or dare….but sexual”.

Sam rolled his eyes, “Really Dean, what are we 16?”. You laughed at Sam’s comment, this did seem a bit juvenile. Dean put his hands up defensively, “Come on Sammy I think we’re all dying to know how innocent (y/n) really is”.

Suddenly all eyes were on you and you felt your entire face turn red. You smiled sheepishly, “Uh-”. Charlie cut you off, “ We’re in” she winked at you. You gave her a look but she didn’t care, she knew this might finally push you to do something with Dean.

Dean clapped his hands together, “Good, now who should go first…”. Again the whole room looked to you and you just shook your head. You rolled your eyes, “Okay, me I guess”. Dean looked to Castiel before looking back to you.

He grinned, “So truth or dare?”. You felt like you’d be screwed either way, “Dare”. Dean’s jaw dropped and the entire room cheered at your decision. Dean licked his lips, “I’ll start easy; I dare to tell you to tell me one of your kinks”.

Charlie started laughing and the rest of the gang became a thousand times more interested in what you were about to say. To the gang you were the innocent one, but if only they knew how you really were. You closed your eyes summoning up the courage, “Well you guys can’t judge me”. Dean had a weird look in his eyes, “I wouldn’t dream of it princess”.

Maybe it was because it was already extremely late, or the fact that you’d been thinking about Dean all day, regardless you told them the truth. For once you had the courage to let them know just how “innocent” you were.

You exhaled, “I like when people are really dominant…not just telling me what to do but just reminding me I’m yours..you know…like I better listen to….”. You decided to quit while you were ahead and you hid your face in Charlie’s shoulder. Charlie grinned, “Daddy…she was going to finish the sentence with daddy”.

You wanted to kill her, you weren’t embarrassed of what you liked it you were just shy. Dean tried to hide his excitement, he was so instantly turned on. Finally you looked up and you felt on fire between the looks Castiel and Dean were giving you.

Dean smiled, “Don’t be shy about it princess, to make things fair I’ll tell you one of mine”. You bit your lip in anticipation, there was no way to keep your thoughts pure now. He grinned, “We go hand and hand, I like being called Daddy and knowing I have a good little girl who listens to me”.

You squeezed your thighs together tried to stop the throbbing. Sam got up, “I didn’t need to hear that I’m gonna-”. Dean laughed, “Don’t act so pure Sammy we share a wall so I know what you’re up too”.

Sam looked from his brother to you and his whole face became a deep shade of red. He ran a hand through his hair, “Fine Dean, but I also don’t feel like hearing what gets you going”. Dean winked at you before saying, “Fine Sam, but I have a feeling the rest of the room is extremely interested”.

You felt yourself already getting wet, Dean was obviously talking about you. Sam rolled his eyes and excused himself. Dean didn’t skip a beat, “Alright princess, now it’s your turn to ask someone”. You decided that you wanted to ask Castiel a question. You grinned, “Castiel, truth or dare”.

Reading your thoughts Castiel knew picking truth would be a lot more entertaining, “I chose truth”. You tried not to blush, “Do angels have a sex drive or is that a sin?”. Castiel smiled, this would be so easy.

He looked to Dean and then you, “I have a sex drive, I may be an angel but I can be as sinful as I want”. Castiel looked you over while saying the second part, and the intensity of his gaze sent shivers down your spine.

Charlie spoke up, “Guys I know I don’t bat for your team but don’t bench me!”. Castiel turned to her and asked a question, “What is your favorite part of a woman?”. Charlie thought it over for a second before giggling.

She shrugged, “I’m a tits kinda girl I guess”. The boys both laughed and so did you. Somehow Charlie could make the most weirdest situations funny. She held up a finger, “I almost didn’t notice Cas but you didn’t ask me truth or dare, which makes that a clear violation. Which means you must now do what ever dare I chose”.

Cas nodded his head, he was a man of rules. Charlie giggled again, “Since you’re as sinful as you want I dare you to whisper the dirtiest sentence you can think of into (y/n)’s ear”. You jaw dropped a little, would you be able to handle that?

Castiel just nodded his head again and within a second he was next to you. With one hand he delicately moved your face towards him, and trailed the other up your thigh. You closed your eyes and felt his lips graze your ear, “I want you to be a good little girl for me and let Dean fuck that pretty little pussy of yours while you suck my cock”.

You bit your lip hiding a moan, you wanted so badly to say, “Yes daddy” but you remembered where you were. To your surprise after he was done speaking he kissed you below your jaw. Charlie and Dean were going wild.

Just like that he returned to his seat, leaving you wanting more. Charlie raised her eyebrows, “From how (y/n) is reacting I guess you weren’t lying”. Feeling all eyes on you, you were eager to divert the attention. You looked to Dean, “Truth or dare?”.

He leaned forward, “Dare princess”. You gulped, unsure of what to ask. You wanted to dare Dean to take you right there on the table, but you needed to control yourself. Smiling you said, “I dare you to tell me why you keep calling me princess”.

You figured that would be an easy question and that maybe the throbbing and desire you felt would stop, but you were wrong. He licked his lips, “I like how worked up it gets you, from the first time I called you it I saw what it did to you”.

You felt yourself beginning to blush again, unsure of what to say. Suddenly Charlie got a text and her entire demeanor changed. She sighed, “The bat signal has gone off guys, looks like my night is done”. You were sad that Charlie had to leave, and nervous that you’d be left with the boys.

She hugged you and everyone gave their goodbyes. Getting up you said, “Well that’s my night too, sorry to disappoint boys”. Dean looked up at you smiling, “You never disappoint princess”. You found yourself smiling but before you could walk out Castiel got up.

He reached out a hand, “The least we could do is walk you to your room”. That would be nice, and it seemed innocent enough so you agreed. They got up and gave each other weird looks, which made you rethink your decision.

Pushing it to the back of your mind you continued walking forward. It was a short walk to your room and before you knew it you were there. You opened the door and they both leaned on either side of the frame, “Well thanks guys, I guess I should go to bed”.

The truth was that you didn’t want to go to bed, you wanted the both of them like Castiel had suggested. You were too shy to act on it so for right now it just occupied your thoughts. They looked to each other and Castiel spoke up, “Your mind suggests otherwise (y/n)”.

You were confused, “My mind?”. They grinned now, a look of satisfaction on their faces. Castiel explained, “You’re a very intelligent girl (y/n), but you’ve been incorrect about the most fun part of being an angel; reading minds”.

There was no hiding it, your face turned bright red. You tried to remember everything you’d been thinking about, especially the dirtier stuff. Castiel laughed, “Yes, I’ve heard everything…you’re a dirty little thing”.

Now Dean chimed in, “I can’t believe I thought you were so innocent, I think it’s time we treat you like the dirty girl you are”. Your mouth just opened as you felt your desire growing, unable to respond.

Castiel got closer to you and again lifted your chin up with a finger, “Be a good girl and answer us”. Somehow you found the words and said, “Yes Castiel”. He turned to Dean smiling, everything was falling into place. They followed you into your room as Dean closed the door behind you.

Castiel added, “I want you to call me commander, think you can do that baby?”. You nodded your head but remembered what they wanted, “Yes commander”. Dean grinned, “Look how quickly she catches on, this will be fun”.

You just gulped, waiting to see what their next move would be. Castiel shook his head, “I can still read your thoughts (y/n), so eager”. Biting your lip you still waited to see what they’d tell you.

Dean looked you up and down, “I think I wanna play with her for a little while you watch, is that something you’d like princess?”. Your breathing became more rapid, “Yes daddy”. Dean lead you towards the bed, your back against the headboard.

He bit his lip, “Let’s get you out of those clothes”. You started to lift the dress you’d been wearing, leaving you in just your baby blue bra and panties set. Dean groaned, “Fuck Cas, look at how beautiful she is”.

By now Castiel had sat in your desk chair, lightly palming himself through his jeans, “Breathtaking…”. You felt yourself getting wetter with all the attention and anticipation. Dean turned your head towards his, “I’ve wanted to do this since the first day we met”.

He lightly placed his lips on yours while his hand cupped your cheek. The kiss ignited a flame of desire in your core, you wanted more. When it was over he slowly dragged down your bottom lip with his thumb, “Fuck you’re amazing”.

You were so needy, “Dean..I-”. He shook his head and brought his hand to lightly grasp your throat, “Daddy”. It made your breath hitch and your core soaked. You blinked, “Daddy, I need more”. He removed his hand and kissed your forehead, “Good girl”.

His hand trailed down your stomach and slipped under your panties, he slowly inserted one finger inside of you and you moaned. Dean took his finger out and sucked on it, “You taste so good princess”. You watched him with your mouth wide open, so turned on.

Dean moved down the bed, bringing himself closer to your core. He slowly took off your panties, “No need for these doll”. After that he spread your legs and you bit your finger unsure of his next move. He licked his lips, “So fucking beautiful princess”.

His praises were turning you on even more. Dean licked up your folds and you moaned at his touch. He flicked his tongue lightly over your clit, sending shivers down your spine. Looking to your left you saw Castiel was now fully exposed, stroking his shaft.

Seeing Castiel made you even more needy, he looked so good. Dean spread your folds with his two fingers, exposing you further. He started to trace patterns over your clit with his tongue, “Fuck daddy that feels so good”. Castiel groaned, becoming more turned on too.

You bucked your hips, needing more, but with his hands Dean held you down. You loved the feeling of having no control, your pleasure all up to Dean. He moved his head faster and you felt yourself getting closer, “Daddy please I’m-”.

Dean stopped what he was doing, “I know princess, but I want to feel you cum around my cock”. He moved back up next to you and called over Castiel. You felt the bed sink down as Castiel sat next to you.

He placed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “You look so beautiful when you’re so worked up”. Before you could reply he crashed his lips into yours, his dominance surprising you. Castiel knew what he wanted and didn’t hesitate to take in.

During the kiss Castiel shifted your body, bringing you ontop of him. Dean now kneeled behind you, and brought your ass to press against him. Once the kiss was over Castiel said, “I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around your commanders cock”.

You nodded, “Yes commander”. Dean groaned, “She’s such a good little girl”. Getting on all fours your ass pressed against Dean and your lips hovered over Castiel’s cock. You licked slowly up Castiel’s shaft, swirling your tongue around his tip causing him to moan.

You felt Dean’s tip press against your pussy, “Please daddy”. He slapped your ass, “Not until you start to suck his cock”. You nodded your head and finally took Cas in your mouth. Finally when you took as much of Castiel as you could you felt Dean enter you.

You moaned against Castiel’s cock which caused him to buck his hips forward. Dean started to enter in and out of you, stretching your walls. Following his speed you started to bob your head up and down. Castiel got a fistful of your hair, pushing your head down lightly.

Cas moaned, “Fuck this feels so good”. Dean slapped your ass, “Damn straight”. You liked the slight tang of pain you felt when he slapped your ass. Dean placed his hands on your hips, thrusting himself deeper inside you. You moaned against Castiel’s cock again, “Fuck Dean, keep going..it feels so good when she moans against my cock”.

Dean went faster, “That’s it princess, you look so good with a mouthful of his cock”. You took even more of Cas in your mouth, the feeling of being completely filled so intoxicating. With your hand you started to play with his balls, making Castiel moan even more.

You knew you were getting close and Cas let Dean know, “Our good little girl wants to cum”. Both boys were just as close as you were, everything was so intense. Dean felt himself getting sloppier, “Fuck princess, I do too, cum when we tell you”.

Castiel started thrusting himself into your mouth, “You’re gonna make your commander cum all over those pretty lips”. Dean was thrusting so deeply into you he was hitting your g-spot every time. You felt like you were going to explode, and you didn’t know if you could hold on any longer.

Dean was moaning so loudly, “Shit this feels so good, doesn’t it babygirl”. Castiel was just as close, “Let’s let the good little girl cum for us Dean”. Suddenly both boys started thrusting even deeper, and you felt your senses become flooded.

Dean nearly yelled, “Cum for us princess, fucking cum for us right now, be a good girl and fucking cum”. That was all you needed, you let yourself go. Your body shut down, the only thing you could process was the pleasure.

It was like a bomb that went off in your core and shook through your entire body. All you could do was moan, but you mouth was filled. You moans sent vibrations against Castiel’s cock, and then he was cumming too. You felt his hot load shoot to the back of your throat, but you continued sucking.

Castiel moaned so loudly, “Fuck she’s still sucking…shit I’m so sensitive..fuck”. This was all enough to set Dean off too. He felt your walls clench against his dick and he thrusted even harder. The moans that filled the room caused his own orgasm.

He exploded inside of you, filling you up. You groaned as you felt him twitch inside of you. All the sensations were so intense, all you could do was moan. As he came Dean held onto your hips tighter. Finally you were left shaking, as both boys pulled out of you.

Castiel pulled you up towards him, placing a his lips on yours. You felt the bed shift again as Dean sat next to you both. When you were done kissing Castiel, Dean pulled you in for a kiss. Castiel laughed, “What about sharing Dean?”.

Dean smiled against your lips ending the kiss, “It’s just so hard when it comes to (y/n)”. Smiling aswell you finally spoke up, “ I am all for sharing”. Castiel pulled you so you were perfectly in between the both of them.

They each started to caress your body, sending shivers down your spine. Dean nibbed on your ear, “Fuck you’re so perfect”. Castiel whispered in your other year, “So incredibly perfect”. You sat there feeling the happiest you’d ever felt, in between two of the people you cared for the most.

Dean finally said it, “I love you princess, always have always will”. He kissed you again, preserving the moment with your bodies. While the kiss continued Castiel whispered in your ear, “I love you too (y/n), I didn’t know I could”.

When the kiss was over you were left panting, “I love you both so much”. They just smiled, just as content with life. They were incredibly excited for what your future together held, even for what rest of the night held.

End of the Day - Made in the A.M. series

Originally posted by thestylesgifs

Requests: 1.  Jealous harry or harry giving you the silent treatment or maybe a combination. 2.  (This might get a little much) can you do a Harry imagine where the reader is an actress on riverdale. Harry and a few of his friends are invited to the premiere where afterwards he meets the reader and he tells her how much he liked her character (or whatever you’d like) and they end up dating.

Pairing: Harry x Riverdale actress!reader

Warnings: drinking, vomiting, jealousy?

A/N: um lol if anyone wants to go absolutely ballistic with me over the start of Harry’s tour and how amazing it is already, feel free to message me



Being cast in Riverdale was proving itself more and more everyday to be the best thing that ever happened to you.

Not only did your career get a major kickstart when the show skyrocketed when it first aired last year, but because of the show, you were now standing face to face with the most beautiful boy you had ever seen. It was the season two premiere party and your eyes had nearly popped out of your head when you saw Harry Styles enter the room. So by the time you realised he was walking straight towards you, you nearly fainted.

It was well known among the cast and crew you had grown so close to that you had a massive celebrity crush on Harry, so it was no surprise to you that they had all kept his attendance to this party secret in an attempt to shock you. And shock you they did.

Moments before he arrived in front of you, you regained enough sense to close your mouth and stand straighter, you didn’t want to look like a complete basket case. You just hoped the massive smile that had broken out across your face made you look attractive, not like a freak.

“Hi, I’m Harry,” he greeted you with a toothy grin. I know, you thought. “Y/N,” you returned, extending your arm out so he could shake it. As he shook your hand firmly you begged yourself not to think about how much you loved the feel of the callouses on his hands from countless hours of guitar playing. You quickly pulled your hand away, despite wanting to linger there.

“Look, I just wanted to say that I’ve seen the show and I’m a massive fan of yours. You’re obviously going to have an amazing career and I can’t wait to see what you do next,” he leaned towards you as he spoke so he could be heard over the noise of the party. You were so distracted by the intoxicating scent of his cologne that it took you a moment to process his compliment.

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Boys (Reddie)

Word Count: 2,136
Trigger warnings: transphobia, panic attacks, implied alcoholism
Tags: trans!richie, reddie, first kiss
Dedicated to: @reddiestenbrough, for being an absolute Gem and sticking with me through every single stage of writing this fic and being pretty much solely responsible for my happiness recently 💚
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anonymous asked:

Zutara: "I'm flirting with you"

note: i could not think of a way to fit this into canon ‘verse (rip my creativity), so have some long-winded modern au!

The first words Katara says to her new lab partner are, “My name is Katara, I’m in here to get an A, and if you stand in the way of that, I will hurt you.”

The boy blinks at her, then slowly steps away from where he’d been arranging the beakers, hands outstretched in mock penitence.

The first words he says to her are, “I’m Zuko, and if you want to do all the hard work, be my guest.”

Katara walks out of the lab thinking that that exchange pretty much sets the tone for their semester together.

Except the next few weeks show her that it doesn’t.  For all of his snark, Zuko works hard, too.  They fight about small things—how to position the Bunsen burner and the technicalities of how to write up their lab reports—but they both know their material.  And they both contribute.

By the time the midterm rolls around, Katara has started sitting next to him in the class proper as well as the lab, and because she’s nosy, she glances at his paper when he gets the exam back.

He got an A.  (So did she.)

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Falling Slowly

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Requested: Yes by anon

A/N: This took so long to write because I was considering writing it as a series but here you go and I really hope y’all enjoy it.

masterlist / coming soon

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Watching the person you love falling in love with someone else right in front of your eyes, was hard. It hurt you emotionally and drained you physically, you watched as he absentmindedly placed his hand on her bare knee, he’d rub small love hearts against her skin, he’d whisper an inside joke into her ear and her giggles would fill the room. He’d glance at you, gulp nervously and shift awkwardly, removing the hand you were eying up and get back to what he was doing before.

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Archie's Little Sister: Chapter One

A/N: this is an AU where Archie has a little sister. they will be a year apart. i plan on making this a series so i’m also gonna be making things up as i go. I’m gonna start from the very first episode of Riverdale. the only things i’ll mention is that she’s going to be a lot like him and she’s going to be a bit of a bitch. there will be smut eventually. the fic will mostly be revolved around her and Archie. i’ve noticed how most of the characters in Riverdale have such elegant and sophisticated names but have nicknames within those names like Archie = Archibald, Reggie = Reginald, Betty = Elizabeth, etc. so i decided to give her a name sort of like that. i hope you all enjoy and start sending in requests!

Warnings: swearing, maybe?

Summary: Alexandria Andrews, mostly known as Alex, has always been overshadowed by her brother, Archie. She was always compared to him and she would let it slide. But once she attends Riverdale High, she thought she would make it known that she is her own person and not just “Archie’s Little Sister.”

*the things that happened with Jason Blossom’s murder still happen. everything else still happens as far as i’m concerned with myself. i might be changing a couple of things, nothing big. i’m just adding another character and making it a bit more interesting.*

Actress to visualize: a young Lily Collins.

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anonymous asked:

AAAAH MY LAPTOP IS AT 6% BUT HC WHERE MC HAS DARK SKIN AND IS SUPER INSECURE ABOUT IT (TOTALLY NOT SELF INSERTING T_T... I SWEAR)

I really hope these are ok and you honestly shouldn’t have to be insecure because you are perfect and beautiful just the way you are <3

Sorry it took so long too- I wrote them all and then whilst on holiday i had wifi for a bit and tried to upload it only… I caught the delete button and had to start again. I legit cried ~H

RFA with insecure, dark skinned MC

Yoosung:

-He never actually noticed that you were insecure about it for ages
-Your skin colour didn’t affect him one bit- he loved you for your kind words and encouragement
-The fact that it was obvious that Yoosung didn’t mind really helped you to feel more confident about it
-Yoosung made you feel like you mattered
-And you loved him for it
-However, one time you were over at Yoosung’s house playing LOLOL with his guild members
-Yoosung had the microphone on so the two of you were chatting with the rest of his guild
-When one of the players made a suggestion
-“Hey, SupermanYoosung, turn the video camera on so that we can see you and your girlfriend.”
-You immediately panic a little but then tell yourself to calm down
-Yoosung never bothered- maybe they won’t
-So Yoosung turns on the camera and says hi to his friends
-You say hi too
-Until one of them says, “Yoosung, you never told us your girlfriend was black!”
-You already know where this is going and you hate it
-“Well, it’s not something that matters, is it?” he responds
-“It kind of does. You’ve gotta be careful with some people, y’know?”
-You don’t mention how hurt you are
-But you’re pretty sure Yoosung notices the tears in your eye before you turn your face away from the screen
-He notices an empty crisp packet next to the computer screen and gets an idea
-“Oh, sorry, I think there’s something wrong with my computer. I can’t hear you. We’re breaking up,” he says, rustling the packet near the mic
-“Sorry, we’re gonna log off now.”
-And he does, immediately turning to you
-“MC, I’m so sorry! They were so horrible to you. I should never have agreed to video call. Please forgive me.”
-You have to convince him that’s it not his fault and tell him you’ve always been insecure about it
-“But why? You’re beautiful. You have no reason to be. It’s jerks like them that are the problem.”
-He’s so nice you love him so much
-Yoosung promises to change guilds because of them
-That’s honestly like a marriage proposal from him
-And he makes sure you never feel insecure when you’re with him by constantly telling you how beautiful you are

Zen:

-So he already knew it was something you were kind of insecure about
-But Zen constantly showered you with compliments about how beautiful you were
-And if the most handsome man on the planet thinks you’re beautiful
-Then you must be, right?
-Thanks to Zen’s compliments he has a praise kink, ok? you’d started to feel a little better about your skin colour
-Until the fan mail came
-Zen usually shared his fan mail openly with you
-So when he hid this letter
-You knew something was up
-Whilst Zen was at rehearsal, you found the letter and read it
-Zenny babe I love you so much, I’m your biggest fan! I must say that you have a horrible girlfriend, though. She’s black! An actor like you should be with a skinny, blonde, white girl, not someone like her! You should date a fan instead. We’re totally gorgeous and would be loads better for your image
-You’d read enough
-Immediately tears started to pour down your face and you dropped the letter to the floor
-Only twenty minutes later, Zen returned from practice and found you in this state.
-“You read the letter, didn’t you?” he realised, immediately rushing over to you and wrapping his arms around you.
-Zen rocked you gently as you nodded
-“Ignore them, ok? They’re prejudiced snobs who are just jealous of how beautiful you are and that I’m so in love with you,” Zen said.
-You told him that you knew you’d hear this kind of thing and that you were really bad for Zen’s image
-Zen quickly shut that idea down
-“Nonsense, babe. You’re perfect for me. And if I had to choose between you and my image, I’d choose you every time,” he promised.
-You managed to laugh a bit
-“Thanks, Zen. I love you.”
-“I love you too, babe. You’re perfect, ok?”
-He did always know how to make you feel better
-And finishing it off with a deep kiss was also something he was very good at

Jaehee:

-You were really nervous about working in Jaehee’s cafe at first
-You’d always been super conscious of your skin colour and how that would come across to people
-When you finally decided to raise this concern with your girlfriend, Jaehee looked at you in a confused way.
-“MC, your skin colour makes no difference to who you are as a person. I need you to work for me. Please,” she begged.
-So you agreed
-But you couldn’t help but notice that people always went to Jaehee if both of you were free to serve
-If Jaehee noticed, she’d always make sure to reassure you afterwards
-Because you’re beautiful
-But one day it happened
-Jaehee was busy serving someone when a man walked in
-You smiled and greeted him like usual
-“Hi sir, can I take your order?”
-“No thanks. I’ll wait for the white girl. Black people like you shouldn’t even be working in a public place,” he snapped back.
-You just stand in shock as tears start to well in your eyes
-This is what you had feared
-But Baehee is to the rescue
-She just finished with her customer and heard what the man had to say about you
-“Excuse me, but I’d be very grateful if you’d please leave our café. I’m afraid we don’t serve people who insult our employees because of a prejudice they may hold against a beautiful, talented girl,” Jaehee said as composed as ever.
-You couldn’t help but grin and kiss her cheek as a quick thank you
-You’ll definitely thank her properly later
-“And she’s gay too! What is the world coming to,” the man huffed before walking out.
-“MC, I’m so sorry. The things he said were disgusting,” Jaehee apologised.
-“This is why I didn’t want to work in the shop. I’ll ruin your business,” you sobbed.
-“That’s ridiculous. Just because some people in the world are horribly prejudice and rude doesn’t mean that you’re any different from anyone else,” Jaehee convinced you.
-You can’t stay upset when Jaehee’s looking at you like that.
-“I love you, you know?” she told you.
-You nod and kiss her properly this time
-Whilst a customer clears their throat

Jumin:

-As someone surrounded by the kind of people to be racist all the time, Jumin was very understanding as to why you’d be insecure
-He personally thought that it was ridiculous for a skin colour to define you
-And the way he acted so naturally around you when you arrived at his apartment made you feel a bit better
-However, you hadn’t even found time to tell Jumin that you were insecure before Sarah barged in
-Literally
-She started with her false claims of having found Elizabeth the 3rd
-So you said something, noticing Jumin’s discomfort
-“That’s obviously not Jumin’s cat and if you knew him better, that would be obvious. Please don’t be so rude as to waste his time like this.”
-Her eyes grew wide when she saw you.
-“Jumin. Who is this black woman?”
-You already know where this is headed
-“She’s a very good friend of mine. Do you have a problem?” Jumin responded calmly.
-“Jumin! You’re meant to be my fiancé. Of course, I don’t mind you having flings- I understand- but with someone like that?” Sarah scoffed.
-“What is that supposed to mean? MC is a very nice person. I can’t see why I wouldn’t want her here in my house,” Jumin smiled at you.
-You were so grateful that Jumin was actively defending you
-“She’s black! All black people are either dangerous or too dumb to understand anyone,” Sarah said, folding her arms.
-You couldn’t hold back the tears that were forming
-And if Jumin hadn’t been before, the second he saw your tears
-He was mad
-“Leave my house now. Not only have you brought me false information but you have insulted one of the most important people in my life beyond reason. I refuse to have anyone as close minded in my penthouse,” Jumin snapped.
-“You can’t do that!” Sarah tried to protest
-But he could
-And he did
-Security guards dragged her out as Jumin turned to you
-He slowly stepped towards you and wiped your tears gently
-“I’m so sorry she said such horrible things to you. Someone as incredible as you could never deserve it. It was vile,” he said.
-“That’s not the first time it’s happened,” you whispered.
-Jumin’s eyes flared
-“If anyone does it again I will personally ensure that they become jobless or bankrupt.”
-Before you could even say anything else, Jumin connected his lips to yours
-You knew from that day on that you were in love with this man

Seven:

-Ha, he sure knows about being insecure
-The only thing is, he doesn’t know why you’d be insecure
-“MC, you’re amazing. Why would you hate anything about yourself?”
-You tell him it’s because people used to tease you all the time in school
-He promises you that they were just being idiotic kids and you’re beautiful and perfect the way you are
-And it makes you smile
-He always makes you smile
-But one day you needed more PhD Pepper
-And shopping is always more fun with two people
-So the two of you go to the store
-Only to meet a rowdy drunk outside the store
-Seven pulls you in closer by the waist just in case
-The drunk spots the two of you and hollers
-“Ayyy look at the black girl thinkin’ she can get a white man. Keep dreamin’, hun, you don’t deserve any rights.”
-You are beyond offended
-But not as offended as Seven is for you
-“Quick, MC,” he said, dragging you into the store
-He pulled you into a corner and got out his phone
-“Saeyoung, no!” you whispered, not wanting to ruin someone’s life just because they’re prejudiced
-“Too late,” Seven smirks after tapping some quick code into his phone
-You don’t even want to ask what he did
-But you do anyway
-“Hacked all his social media, texted his mother and maybe added a lovely virus.”
-You smack his arm
-“You can’t do that,” you told him
-“Just did,” he smiled, taking your hand and dragging you to get PhD Pepper
-When you get home, he barely lets you walk into the door before he speaks
-“MC, no-one says that to you on my watch. I won’t let them tear such a beautiful and talented person down like that without ruining their life. I love you so much. Never let them get to you.” He grabbed your shoulders to tell you.
-You feel like crying, both from what the man said and from Seven’s sweet words
-Instead, you just kiss him and he kisses back passionately
-He wants to prove that love to you ;)
-I need to stop

Saeran:

-He wasn’t even aware that was a thing people were judged for
-“It’s just a colour. Why does it matter?”
-Whilst you’re sad that he doesn’t understand your self-consciousness
-You’re glad he thinks it doesn’t matter
-Bc it doesn’t, guys, you’re perfect whether you’re brown, white, blue or pink (I’m looking at you Lars)
-It does mean that both of you don’t really like leaving the house, though
-So usually you don’t
-But Saeran really wants ice cream one day
-And who are you to deny your man ice cream?
-So you go down to the ice cream place
-Saeran orders mint choice chip and you order vanilla
-You’re heading out of the door when some guy yells
-“You can eat as much vanilla as you want but you’re always gonna be black. Maybe you should just get out of our country instead.”
-Opting to ignore it, you grit your teeth and reach for Saeran’s hand
-Only it’s not there
-Instead, Saeran had grabbed the man’s shirt and had him pinned up against the wall, giving him an intimidating death glare
-“Say anything like that to my girlfriend again and you’ll never walk or speak again,” he seethed.
-You want to protest
-But he looks so hot
-“Of course you two freaks are dating. You’re perfect for each other,” the man laughed
-So Saeran punched him
-Hard
-“Yeah. We are perfect, thanks,” he hissed, walking back over to you as the man fell to the floor, clutching his bleeding, broken nose.
-“Saeran, you shouldn’t have done that,” you started to say but he raised an eyebrow.
-“Ok, fine, thanks for defending me. You looked hot,” you admitted with a blush
-“I dropped my ice cream,” Saeran pointed out to you.
-With a roll of your eyes yet a smile, knowing your boyfriend has your back, you take his hand and lead him back inside
-He’s such a sweetie, though- he just wants ice cream and MC

V:

-V was at an art gallery, selling his photos
-And as the supportive girlfriend that you were, you went along with him
-After talking to so many people, he was beginning to get thirsty
-So he asked if you could go and get drinks for the both of you
-Whilst you were gone, a woman approached V to ask about a photo he’d taken of a lake
-You returned with pink lemonade for V and water for yourself
-V is totally into pastel drinks
-“Here you go, hun,” you smiled as you passed him the drink.
-“Thank you, my dear,” V responded, kissing your cheek.
-“You have a black girlfriend? As an incredible photographer, don’t you think you should have a white one. You’d be able to take nice photos of them, then,” the woman said snarkily.
-That stung
-V was such a calm person that you didn’t even know he could get mad
-Boy were you wrong
-“I beg your pardon, but you have just insulted not only a very beautiful and lovely woman, but the love of my life who has been the inspiration and passion behind so many of my photos. I will not tolerate someone like you with prejudiced views to belittle and berate her because of something beautiful that she was born with and that makes her no different from anyone else. I must ask you to leave my exhibition if you can’t refrain from insulting my girlfriend beyond justification,” V snapped.
-His tone was so harsh yet so cool and calm that it made you terrified
-But you were so happy that he would say something like that for you
-“It was just a comment,” the woman huffed before turning on her heel and walking out, much to your relief.
-V immediately turned around and hugged you
-“You are the most precious thing to me and the most important thing in my life. I won’t allow anyone to put you down like that again. Your skin colour makes no difference to who you are. If anything, it makes you more perfect. Please, never be ashamed of it. You are beautiful and flawless.”
-Honestly, how could you be sad when this man is saying things so nice they’d make anyone swoon
-Someone buy me twenty of him
-Don’t actually buy him- that’s prostitution

anonymous asked:

hellooo :D how are you?? i hope your having a good day and was wondering if you can rec any waiter/delivery boy fics??

sure !

WAITER AU

- autumn leaves , by @suspendrs : Or, Harry is an American soldier in France during World War II, and Louis is a French waiter that doesn’t mean to fall in love with him. (27k, NR)

- This Shifting Ground , by zarah5 : University AU. In which Louis, law student, is the cheeky waiter to Harry’s dates. This is how it starts. (28k, M)

- Summer Loving Happened So Fast , by kikikryslee :     Or, the one where Harry is staying at his dad’s beach house for the week and meets Louis on the third day. Five days later, he thinks he might be way past the ‘summer fling’ stage. (16k, M)

- Tall Tales For Summer , bturnyourankle  :   Harry knows something is up when his mum insists on throwing him a birthday party in the summer. He’s even more suspicious of her intentions when he notices the guest list is all male. (Or, modern nobility AU where Harry’s mother is trying to set him up without his knowledge.) (11k, E)

- The Accidental Dateby louisandthealien  :   The Valentine’s Day AU where Louis gets stood up for his date and, instead of going home, ends up eating an entire five course meal by himself out of spite (and not at all because his waiter’s cute as hell.) (9k, G)

- Aphrodisiac , by  aimmyarrowshigh :   The day he made roasted asparagus tips wrapped in Serrano ham with lemon aïoli, Louis knew: Harry Styles was trying to seduce him. (4k, NR)

- the first meal is free , by blameitontheboyband :  Harry works at a restaurant. Louis comes in one night after work. (3.5k, G)    

- Put Your Hands on Me in My Skintight Jeansby  iwillpaintasongforlou :    Harry is a popstar who –according to the media– does a lot of cocaine and fucks a lot of boys. Louis is a waiter at a gay nightclub who finds it hard to believe that anyone who wears a straw hat to a bar can be the party animal Harry’s made out to be.(Famous!Harry meets non-famous!Louis in a club and things progress from there… in the direction of Louis’ bedroom.) (7k, E)        

- hot, sticky sweet, by  @a-writerwrites “concept: harry (in early 20s) being a cutesy little waiter at this cute milkshake and bakery type shop that’s all frilly and pink and they wear roller skates and serve the people there and harry is in cute high waisted shorts and an adorable crop top…” (6k, E)

- I always Get Lucky, by @phd-mama : When Louis complains that he’s been single too long, Niall decides to help him out by signing him up for Gaydar, a “dating” app. What happens when a great guy messages him? Just remember, not everything you read on the internet is true. (7k, T)

- paris holds the key , by  fleetofships :  They’re all moments that pale in comparison to what Harry feels right then, standing in front of the dark Parisian restaurant, with the sun barely peeking over rooftops of the 4th arrondissement. It’s a late September morning. He feels like he might throw up from excitement, or cry from nerves, or both. But he doesn’t. He’s learned to keep it together. Harry tries to regulate his breathing, and stuffs his hands into his coat to do something that isn’t fidgeting. He’s only been here for two days, but his heart hasn’t stopped beating since he got off the train.  It’s Paris. Here’s finally here, with a semi-fluency in French, and he somehow gets to extern for three and a half months at British ex-pat Simon Cowell’s contemporary brasserie. ++ Culinary AU. Harry is an extern pâtissier abroad for three months, Niall gets him the job, Louis is a cheeky server who only speaks French, and Liam is Harry’s boss and really likes Zayn’s bread. (9k, M)

- walking with each other think we’ll never match at all (but we do), by larryjohnlock  : Louis, along with Niall & Zayn, gets a job on a luxury cruise from Southampton to New York. Harry’s the son to a businessman. They meet when Louis is serving Harry’s table. This is just something dumb that turned out longer than it should’ve. So. A little bit of angst, a little bit of sex but mostly just Harry and Louis on a boat. And in a kareoke-bar. (30k, M)

- All Waiters Deserve a Tip,  by SLD24 :  Louis is a really clumsy waiter who is forced to serve Harry and his date. (5k, NR)

- hipster boy , by zaplarry : Louis was supposed to be on a blind date but he can’t seem to keep his eye off the clumsy waiter. (3k, NR)

DELIVERY BOY AU

- Special Topping , by LoadedGunn  : Or, the AU where Harry delivers pizza and Louis really just wants Tim Gunn to spank him. (13k, E)

- Pizza Boy , by @waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee : “You just flirted with the pizza boy. On your anniversary! Liam’s in the next room!!”
“Alright, alright, calm down. I was not flirting, I was just being friendly.”
“Unbelievable.” Harry scoffed, expressing his irritation. Niall joined them in the kitchen, pulling open the pizza box greedily and helping himself to a slice. “Harry’s just upset ‘cause you flirted with his boy.” Niall smirked. - Harry fancies the pizza boy and attempts to flirt.
  (3k, T)

- making love like professionals on the first time, by jacqharries   :   “Oh,” Louis mutters. He.. what? Did the green eyed, tight trouser wearing, plump lipped, ringlety haired boy just say that? “Thanks?”  The boy frowns, confused as to why Louis sounds confused. “You told me to.”  "Excuse me?“  "To give you a compliment.”  "Oh! Oh, right. You went proper poet on that, mate. I was just hoping for a ‘hey, you look okay today’ or something.“ Or, Louis orders pizza and asks papa to bring him a cute boy that will give him a compliment. sex transpires, obviously. (5k, E)

- Pizza My Heartby Happilysunlight and  yslstagram : Plans fell through, and Louis ends up alone for his birthday and Christmas. He gets a little tipsy and decides to order pizza put on a show for the delivery boy. Harry’s just elated he gets to deliver a pizza to the boy he’s had a crush on for years. (13k, E)

- Knock Knockby watchoutamore  : Harry is in his second year of uni and orange chicken and pizza are the only things he and his best friend Niall can afford. It’s just a plus that he gets a cute delivery boy on the other end of the phone. (5k, M)

The Sunrise Part 2 (Sirius Black x Hufflepuff!Reader)

Originally posted by nellaey

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Part 2 Requested By: @impossibletodealwith @susie2710 @lostxghirl @arielizzlewizzle @itswilma

Word Count: 2,630

Warnings: Minor injury, mentions of bullying.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to post. Most people who asked for it probably forgot they requested it…hehe sorry. ♪~ ()

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“Bloody hell, Pads, what are you looking for?” James asked Sirius as he noticed him scanning the crowded hallway yet again. This had been happening a lot recently and as much a Sirius liked to believe, he was not subtle about it and it was piquing the gang’s curiosity. Sirius narrowed his eyes at James and opened his mouth to speak.

“Not what, who.” Remus corrected before he could say anything, making James wiggle his eyebrows at his scowling friend.

“Does our dearest friend finally have a love interest?” He asked, cutting Sirius off once again as Peter nudged him playfully.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Sirius said, shrugging his shoulders, acting a little too nonchalant.

“Every time you go anywhere, you take a good long look before turning back to us.” Remus said as they walked into the courtyard for their break and, as Remus said, Sirius subconsciously gave a quick glance around the courtyard before focusing back on the conversation. James, Remus and Peter shared a knowing look.

“It’s true.” Peter chimed. Sirius stuffed his hands into his pockets and kept his head down for lack of a comeback. He couldn’t deny that he’s kept his eyes peeled for a certain head of Y/H/C hair for the past few weeks. You two had been meeting every morning on Wednesdays and, by his insistence, Fridays, but he had yet to see or talk to you during the day. It was as if you just appeared to watch the sunrise and disappeared for classes.

He had actually begun to think that you were one of the castle ghosts and never came out during the day, but he just brushed that off as crazy thought. Hopefully it was crazy thought. It’d be just his luck to have feelings for a dead person. And yes, he had finally admitted to himself that he was feeling deeper emotions than what you should feel for ‘just a friend’. It came as quite a shock to him, he had never felt this way for anyone else. Sure he flirted and…did other things but it was never with any feeling behind it. He just never connected with someone on that level like he did with you and it made him feel a whole bunch of things.

“Who’ve you been looking for?” Remus asked. Sirius debated telling his friends about you but he liked having you and the sunrise to himself, so he decided to keep it a secret. At least until he sorted out his feelings and you and just the whole situation. He also didn’t want to deal with the extensive teasing that was sure to come out of them knowing about it.

“Just this girl, we had a pretty good snogging session last week and I wanted to see if she was up for another round.” Sirius lied and gave the group a cheeky smirk. Peter seemed to accept this and brushed the whole topic off. James and Remus weren’t as convinced, but after a quick look between them, they decided to save the topic for later. Sirius gave a breath of relief as James shrugged casually and Remus started a new conversation.

———

You were turning into the courtyard with your two best friends when you spotted Sirius’ familiar frame and quickly spun around and hid behind a pillar. Your friends gave you a confused look. You just ignored them and gave a quick peek around the corner only to see him still there. You didn’t know what you expected, it’s not as if he would disappear in the space of 2 seconds. Your friends, though still confused, looked amused.

“Care to explain?” Your friend, Dovie, asked.

He’s there.” You hissed, gesturing behind you. Your friends turned to look and realisation dawned on their faces. Unlike Sirius, you had told your friends about him and how both of you watched the sunrise together (something they had disapproved of but thought was adorable). You had been avoiding him during school hours, not wanting your happy little bubble to burst.

You were also afraid he’d act differently with you outside of your time together. Maybe he’d be embarrassed by you being a Hufflepuff? Or by you being a muggleborn? You had yet to tell him that though. You weren’t ashamed of your parents or how you were born but he did come from a family infamous for their hatred for muggleborns. He was different though, right? After all, he was sorted into Gryffindor and not the signature Slytherin house of the Blacks. He also seemed kinder, though he was snarky, he seemed more…accepting?

“So? I thought you said you didn’t like him?” Your other friend, Annabelle, said. You felt your face grow red.

“I-I don’t” You lied. You very much had some feelings for the troublesome Gryffindor, but you didn’t want to admit it. You knew that your friends disapproved of him as a romantic…interest… and you didn’t blame them. He had a very long list of broken hearts and flings and you knew that he might never actually have sincere romantic affections for anyone but you couldn’t help it. He was just so interesting and funny and annoying and you loved spending time with him (something you would also never admit).

“You can’t.” Dovie said, her face becoming strict. You groaned, you hated it when she became all motherly on you. Both her and Annabelle had a suspicion that you had developed feelings for him and were both worried. They didn’t want you to come out of it with a tear stained face.

“I don’t need a lecture, mum.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Right. Because you don’t like him.” Dovie said. You nodded your head

“Right.”

“And you don’t wait impatiently for Wednesday and Friday mornings.” Annabelle said.

“Right.”

“And you don’t love it when he playfully teases you.” Dovie said.

“R-right.” You said, a little quieter this time.

“And you don’t love how he seems to be different with you than with anyone else.” Annabelle said, her brows furrowing with sympathy for her obviously lovestruck friend.

“Right.” You mumbled, your eyes focused solely on your feet. You regretted agreeing to all of those things but what could you do? You couldn’t have feelings for Sirius Black, you just couldn’t. Everyone knew it was a stupid thing to like him and whoever did was bound to end up broken hearted, but he made it so easy to fall in love with his playful smirk and genuine smile, with his witty comebacks and moments of kind sincerity.

“So is that why you’re hiding behind a pillar right now, rather that facing him?” Dovie asked. Dovie, unlike Annabelle, was more of the tough love kind of friend, maybe it was the Ravenclaw in her. And as much as you loved her, you did not want that right now. You stayed silent, not knowing what to say and keeping your now sad eyes on the floor.

“Oh, Y/N.” Annabelle said, enveloping you in a tight hug. “It’s ok to have feelings. It’s ok.” She said, rubbing your back comfortingly. “Just - just don’t get your hopes up, ok pumpkin?” You almost smiled at her nickname she used for your and Dovie. She was such an old lady.

“I don’t like him.” You mumbled hopelessly.

“Of course not.” She said, humouring you. “Of course not.”

“Watch out.” Dovie said, breaking up the moment. “Bullies, eleven o’clock.” She nodded her head in the direction of the approaching condescending pureblood Slytherins that loved picking on you and your friends. You and Annabelle were both muggleborn and Dovie was a halfblood so you were easy targets for pureblood obsessed wizards, especially the ones that were coming down the hallway now, they just loved bullying muggleborns.

You and Annabelle quickly separated and the three of you scurried away. You gave the boy that had captured your attention one last longing look before continuing your escape.

———

A few days later, Sirius was creeping into the courtyard at 5 in the morning, lit wand in hand. He had changed into his school robes before sneaking out, not wanting to give you more ammunition about his pyjamas. He felt his heart race in anticipation of seeing you, an almost giddy expression on his face.

You were already there, reading a book, sitting under the same tree he first saw you under a few weeks ago. He stopped moving for a moment, watching how your hair fell into your face and how you blew it away softly, only for it to fall back to the same spot again. As much as he loved talking to you, he could just watch you forever. There was something gentle yet daring about you, how you held your head up high and kept yourself open. You were a light in a sea of darkness and he loved you for it. But he’d push that down, that feeling of grabbing you and kissing the living daylights out of you, for he would not be the one to corrupt the bright light. So friendship would be the place he’d settle for.

He quietly crept up behind the tree you were sitting against and jumped in front of you with a loud “boo!”, making you shriek and drop your book onto your lap. He chuckled as you groaned and slapped his arm.

“Merlin’s bear, Sirius! Don’t do that.” You exclaimed. He smirked as he sat down across from you, running his fingers through his hair (a habit you had noticed and thought quite endearing).

“Loosen up, Huffles.” He joked, making you glare at him.

“I’d really prefer it if you’d call me by my real name.” You said, raising an eyebrow at him.

“But Huffles is just so much more fun to say, Huffles.” He replied, enjoying how you rolled your eyes at him.

“Well, if I have a nickname, shouldn’t you have one too?” You asked, rubbing your chin, pretending to be in deep thought.

“Mr. Attractive?” He suggested, making you snort. “The Great Lord of Hotness?”

“Oh, Merlin, please stop.”

“Sexy? Sir Dreamy?” He kept going, making you laugh uncontrollably.

“What have I unleashed?” You cried out.

“Goooood lookin?” He said, grinning.

“Please stop. What about sloppy?” You suggested.

“I don’t know what you’re insinuating but I’m just going to steer us back to Sir Dreamy.” Sirius said, leaning back on his hands.

“I don’t know how this much arrogance can fit in one body.” You said, shaking your head. “And sloppy fits you perfectly!” You said, gesturing to his shaggy, dark hair, loosely hanging tie and messy uniform. Sirius glanced down at him self and just shrugged. You rolled your eyes at him and tucked a lock of stray hair behind your ear. In that one motion, your uniform sleeve slipped down a little, exposing messily tied bandaging over your wrist. All playfulness disappeared from Sirius’ face. He leaned forwards, a worried look on his face.

“What happened there?” He asked, pointing to your wrist. You, not having noticed your bandages were showing, quickly tugged down your sleeve. You were hoping he wouldn’t notice that.

“Nothing. I - I fell.” You said. That wasn’t a complete lie. You had fallen. Down some stairs as well. It wasn’t your fault though. The same pureblood Slytherins you and your friends had run from the other day had cornered you alone just as you were walking up the stairs. You didn’t want to remember what had happened after that, just that you had ended up with bruises and a cut on your wrist.

“Tell me.” Sirius insisted. You sighed in defeat.

“Remember when I told you I didn’t like bullies?” You mumbled quietly. Sirius’ eyes narrowed dangerously as he nodded. “Well now I’m not overly fond of stairs, as well as bullies.” You waited for him to say something, but he was just sitting there, anger evident on his face. You didn’t even know how angry he was though. The thought that someone hurt you, had caused you to fall down stairs, was enough to get his blood boiling and fingers curling into fists. He tried to tamped down on his anger.

“Who?” He said, his voice deadly quiet. You kept your head down, not wanting to meet the fury in his eyes.

“I - I don’t want to say.” You mumbled.

“What?” He asked incredulously.

“What would you do to them?” You asked.

“Nothing.” He lied.

“Sirius…I don’t want to say.” You whispered.

“How can you not want to say?” He exclaimed, shock and anger building up inside him. “Just so that I don’t hurt them?” You kept quiet, still not meeting his gaze. He released a frustrated groan. “Did you tell anyone?” He asked. You shook your head. “Did you go to the infirmary?” You shook your head again. He suddenly shot up, his hand running through his hair again. You eyes flew up at his sudden movement and watched him pace around frustratedly.

“Sirius -“ You started but was cut off by him.

“Why wouldn’t you tell anyone, Huffles?” He asked, turning on you, making you shrink away from him. “You do realise that this just encourages them to do this more, right?”

“Yes, but -“

“And if you hate bullying so much then why are you protecting them? The people that hurt you? And others most likely.” His voice rising.

“Sirius -“

“Who physically hurt you! Are you too much of a Hufflepuff to get them into trouble? Is that it?”

“No! That’s not it! Merlin’s beard, Sirius, do you not get it?” You exclaimed, standing up yourself to meet him head on. “Do you not get it? I’m not telling anyone about this because I’m scared, Sirius. Ok? I’m scared. I’m scared that it’ll anger them, make them even more aggressive. Do you know how terrifying that is? To always feel threatened and never feel like they would be punished for what they were doing to you?” You almost yelled, shutting him up. He stared at you for a moment, taken aback by your admission. Your hand flew to cover your mouth as you released a sudden sob, tears falling from your eyes. Sirius’ heart broke for you and he felt so guilty for yelling at you, for releasing his anger on you. So so guilty.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m sorry.” He said, rushing towards you and crushing you in a hug. Your eyes went wide with shock. Sirius was hugging you. Sirius Black, the boy that never showed affection, was hugging you. You buried your face into his chest as more tears continued to fall. “I’m sorry.” He repeated. You nodded your head and he pulled you in even tighter if possible, but you didn’t mind. You loved being pressed up against him, being comforted by him. The thought that you couldn’t do this romantically with him prompted even more tears to shed.

“Y/N, you can’t let them get away with this though.” He said, resting his chin on your head and rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“Why do you even care?” You asked.

“Because I love you.” He whispered, almost too quietly, but you heard it. You for sure heard it. It had slipped out before he could stop it but he didn’t regret saying it, screw the consequences.

“What?” You asked, eyes wide as you pulled away from him to look him in the eyes.

“I love you, Huffles.” He said fiercely. You stayed silent for a while, a giddy laugh escaping your lips. He loved you. Sirius Black loved you. The boy who you’ve had feelings for for weeks loved you.

“I love you too, sloppy.” You said, smiling as the first rays of sunlight flitted over his shoulder.

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I AM FINALLY DONE. GOOD GOD THAT TOOK FOREVER SORRY. I don’t know why I typed that all in caps lock. Anywho, I uploaded this just in time for Valentines Day (well, where I am anyway). I hope you enjoyed it and I appreciate any feedback you have. Especially on how to characterise Sirius, tips would be helpful.

Constructive criticism is welcome.

K LOVE YOU BYE

Slowly

Request:   R=what reader is saying P=What pietro is saying 3 R 4 or 8 for O 5 R 7 R 14 P 34 R Plot=Pietro break up with reader for her “Saftey” by saying mean stuff to her to make sure she won’t want him back but I want a happy ending

Pairing: Pietro x reader

Summary:  3: “ Leave me alone. “  4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ”   5: “ Why do you hate me? ” 8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ”  7: “ I thought you loved me. ”  14: “ You’re a disappointment. ”  34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ”

 from the angst list, I wasn’t quite sure what this was asking, so I hope I did the request justice! the reader is like Tony’s assistant

Words Count 1131

Genre: ANGST ANGST ANGSTY ANGST

Warnings: Language, Pietro being a dick



     It had started with a fight. You and Pietro fought sometimes as all couples do, but this time it was different. This time his words were filled with low blows and spite, every word felt like a knife brushing against your skin. 

    You knew by the time you got on the Quinjet after the latest mission that this fight was going to be a big one. During this mission you were supposed to stay on the Jet as backup but as the mission quickly flew south, you jumped out and joined the fray. While you were trying to help Natasha with a group of hydra agents, a stray bullet flew your way and would have probably killed you if it hadn’t been for Pietro. He swooped you right before it could, the bullet grazing his back instead. You could tell by the deafening silence afterwards that He was upset with you. Once you get to the tower, you both make your way to an empty conference room, that’s where this fight started.

      “God (y/n)! Are you even fucking listening to me?” His shouts bring you back to the moment. He’s too close for comfort in this situation, you knew he would never hurt you but the sight of your boyfriend’s rage contorted face was starting to scare you.

    “I am but I don’t understand why you’re so upset!” You yell back. “I was helping you guys! You needed me out there weather you want to admit it or not!”

    “No we didn’t! (Y/n) you are the least competent person on the team!  You’re a charity case! You’re only here because Tony doesn’t want to admit that his so called prodigy is more of a liability than the hulk! You’re a disappointment to this team I can’t actually believe they haven’t benched you yet!”

    Your eyes start to tear up, “God, why do you hate me? What have I done to you! We were fine this morning before the mission, hell you told me you loved me. I thought you loved me, why are you saying these things to me?” By now you’re full blown crying and Pietro won’t look you in the eyes.

    “No (y/n). I don’t love you anymore. You were just a fling I let go on for too long. We’re done. I don’t need a liability following me around all the time, I’ll send your stuff back to your room later today.” He said. He takes one more look at you and speeds out of the room, out of your life.

~2 Months Later~

    After that day, you packed up your stuff and moved out of the tower. You were still a part of the Avengers but staying in the tower and watching him speed around the compound with a new girl on his arm every day became to much to handle. Now you lived in a loft style apartment in the city with a great view.  It was almost midnight and you were curled up on the couch with a glass of wine and reading a book. You were about to turn out the light and head to bed when you heard a crash outside your door. It made you jump, but you paid no mind and headed to the kitchen to put away your dishes when you hear a low moan from your door.

    “Princessa..” the voice mumbled.

    Startled, you make your way to the door cautiously. There was only one person in this world that called you that and you didn’t know if you wanted to face them. You opened the door to see a barely conscious Pietro collapsed beside your door. He looks up at you and smiles the biggest you had ever seen.

    “Princessa! I found you! I miss you so much! where did you go?” He slurs out.

    He was obviously drunk, so in order to save yourself from complaints from your neighbors you drag him inside.

    “I’ve been here Piet, you knew I was moving.” You grunt out, struggling to get him onto your couch

   “But why? I needed you?” he mumbles like a child. You set him on the couch but before you could even drape a blanket on him, he was fast asleep.

    “Funny, because I don’t need you anymore.” You say then head to your bed, it was too late for this and you knew you would have to deal with him in the morning.

    Morning comes and you slowly wake up feeling warm. You felt tightly tucked into something, it was like a space heater. You open your eyes to see warm yellow light filling your room.you sigh and try to sit up but something was holding you down. You look over your shoulder only to see a sleepy Pietro holding you close, his face buried in your back much like a child would hold a stuffed bear. With a grunt, you shove his sleeping body off of you and onto the floor.

    “What the hell!” He yells.

    “Exactly! Why the hell were you in my bed! It’s one thing to interrupt my night with drunken stupidity but it’s another to take advantage of my kindness!” You yell at him.

    “Princessa-” He starts.

    “No! Don’t princess me Piet! You need to leave and leave me alone! You’ve done enough damage”

    “ Please! Listen to me! God knows I don’t deserve it but (y/n) without you I’m miserable.” He explains.

    “Yeah you looked miserable with all of those girls clinging to you in the compound, it looked tough.” you say sarcastically

    “(y/n) please. I- I know I was wrong but I thought I was protecting you. When I saw that bullet coming towards you I’ve never felt so scared, my body went numb and all that I could think of was protecting you. Now that I think about it I was protecting myself from you than protecting you from me when I tried to leave you. I thought it was better to let you hate me and get hurt than it was to lose you while I still loved you. God I love you! And I know I don’t deserve to be loved especially by you after everything I said, but I will never stop loving you.” Pietro slowly gets quieter with each word until he’s just whispering to me.

    “Piet..” you say, closing the gap between you two. “Pietro I love you too, but I don’t know if  I can forgive you.”

  “It’s okay, let’s just take it slowly” He mutters. He grasps your chin and looks deep into your eyes before kissing you, sealing a silent promise between the two of you. A promise of love, a promise of caring and above all, a promise to never leave one another again.

anonymous asked:

Can I request a couple headcannons on how life with eight kids goes? :)

I accidentally deleted this when I was done and then had to redo it (:

UT!Sans: It’s almost too much for him. He never gets any alone time, and that kind of bothers him since he gets exhausted a lot. But he really loves his kids. And every time one of them runs up to him saying ‘’Dad! Dad! look what I made you!’’ He feels his soul swell with pride and joy. He’s good at raising them, and he has a lot of patience so he almost never snaps at them. He’ll raise them to become full of mischief though. And they’re always pulling pranks on each other, and you and Sans. He’s just as proud every time they get him good.

-PTA SANS. Omg he is sassing the living daylight out of anyone who dares go against you or him. They are never ready for his passive aggressive humor and retorts. They think that they can prepare, but he ge gets them every time.

-He’s very happy that their birthdays are on the same day. Because he could never remember eight separate birthdays. He does come up with great gifts for them though.

UT!Papyrus: This pure force of energy is no match for eight kids. He has never known exhaustion like this one. Waking up more than five times a night to feed eight hungry babies. Who also wake each other up with their crying is almost too much for him. Almost. And just when he thinks he’s handling the first few months perfectly. They start to crawl and run around too. He realizes that the first few months were just a test run. Nevertheless, he is truly a great father. Paying attention to all of his children. And always encouraging them to do and be their very best. He is constantly validating them and reminding them of how great they are.

-Their birthday is the biggest party ever. Because he wants them all to feel special and unique. Prom night is also a hell of a deal for him. Because he feels like he has to organize it all by himself. He’s helping them pick out dresses and suits and he’s exhausted, but oh so proud, He might even shed a tear as he sees how much his babies has grown.

UF!Sans: And he thought one kid would be hard. He swears, his kids doesn’t know how to chill. Which is weird considering they’re related to him. If it weren’t for the monster human thing, he’d doubt that they were even his. (They are literally crawling on the walls half of the time, he’s thought about calling and exorcist) But their snarky attitude makes up for it. They still behave, but he isn’t the best at raising kids. And if one of them hears him swear, they teach it to their siblings. And soon you’ll have eight one year olds all saying ‘’shit’’ and ‘’fuck’’ whenever someone speaks to them. You’re going to have to deal with teaching them some manners. And maybe get Red in on the lessons while you’re at it.

-But oh my god does he love them. Every single one of them. And any boy or girl who dares break one of their hearts are going to have to deal with him after. (Some advice to them would be run)

-He’s the kind of parent who tries to show interest in their interests, but he really doesn’t get what kids are into these days. Still, he’ll sit through their long rants about youtubers or actors. And he’ll grumpily get them tickets to their ‘’favorite band in the whole world omg dad you have to let me go see them!!’’

UF!Papyrus: HE THOUGHT THAT HE WAS READY. But nothing could prepare him for the horror that is eight children. His sleep schedule is so messed up now. And he has never know exhaustion of this sort before. He insists on helping you raise them, even though his job keeps him away most of the time. If you really don’t want to stay away from your job for longer than you have to, he agrees to take a break from his. Until they are old enough to go to daycare. Small advice, don’t let him do that. He’s a responsible adult but with his sleeping schedule so messed up, there really isn’t anything that says he wont forget that it’s eight and not nine children. And then he’ll go on a hunt for the last one before panicking because he lost one of his children oh my god what will he do now.

-It’s better if you take care of them during the days, and leave the nights to him. He wakes up quickly and always hushes them before they wake their siblings. If you wake up and try to find him during these nights, you’ll find him standing in the nursery with at least two of the kids in his arms. Talking in a quiet voice while rocking them gently.  

-He is such a mother hen. They can’t do this and they can’t do that. He wont let anything harm his little heirs. But for a guy who’s so protective, he tries to start training them as soon as they can stand. Please stop him.

US!Sans: He tries to raise them to be polite and nice children. But there are freaking eight of them and how is he supposed to do this? He’s really trying his best to be there for all of them. And if he misses even one’s first step he’s heartbroken. Until they waddle over to them. Then he feels better again.

-The nights are horrible though. Because he needs his sleeping schedule. Without it he can’t function. And you’re both equally tired for the next year. He tries to take the night feedings, and to rock them back to sleep every time on wakes up. But he is way too tired for that. You’ll find him sleeping in the chair in the nursery. Kids in his arms. Sure he got them  to sleep again, but at what cost?

-He wants them all to try out new and fun activities. And if they’re not as social as he is, they might argue a lot. He wants them to try new things, and he wont understand why they wont listen to him. It’s not going to harm them if they go to one dance practice or one soccer game. You’ll have to talk to him about that. If you don’t they’ll just get a lot of unsaid things building up between them. He just wants them to be happy and have something to bond over.

-He will respect any interest or hobby though. They’re not into sports? That’s fine. If they want to practice drawing instead, he’ll happily support them! Anything that makes them happy.

US!Papyrus: The early years went by in a blurr. And he honestly doesn’t remember them all that much. His anxiety made him nervous all the time. And usually he felt like a spring ready to go off. It got better the older they got. Still, with eight goddamned kids you don’t get much rest.

-But he’s the kind of dad who takes one or two of them to McDonalds at 3 am if they happen to be awake at the same time he is. He still has a fling of insomnia. Which he is a little scared might have carried over to them. But he goes on these late night adventures with them a lot. It’s great bonding sessions. Going to a 24/7 Walmart and wandering around. Or maybe taking a drive out to the pier if there is one close by.

-He’s also the kind of dad who lets them try alcohol at home. He figures it’s safer for them to do it while he’s around than out at some party. People could take advantage of them, and he’d rather he knew what they were doing and how much they were drinking. It’s not like he’ll actively get them drunk. But if they want to try some liquor he gives them a little.

-When they first started asking he just bought alcohol free liquor and gave them that. They still do not know that they weren’t actually drunk. But he found it hilarious.

The only thing he really doesn’t want them to try is drugs and smoking. He quit getting high for good when you were pregnant with them. And he stopped smoking for a few years. He took it up again when he figured they were old enough to be okay with him smoking. But he’d never do it within a 50ft radius of them. That’s why teleporting is really handy. He also washes his clothes more often. Smoke doesn’t stick to him, so he doesn’t reek of it.

SF!Sans: He loves showing them off. And he’s often seen pushing them around in an eight seat stroller. They are his little heirs, and he loves them dearly. And even though eight kids are a lot to take care of, he’s actually doing a great job. He hates taking care of them when they cry at night, and sometimes he wont even wake up even though you try to shake him awake because it’s his turn. He does his best, but putting them to sleep isn’t his strong suit. They somehow end up crying even more.

-He always makes sure to spend time with each and every one as they get older though. Even if it’s just a few minutes during a car drive or out shopping groceries. He listens to their rant. And he’s always on top of the school drama.

-His secret to telling them apart when they were kids were the accessories they wore. Green socks for child number one, pink for number two, blue for three and so on. No one realized this, and they thought he was just the best dad ever. Only you knew his secret. And I mean with eight kids you’re going to need it c’mon.

SF!Papyrus: He works himself to death so that you wont get overwhelmed with the situation. He’d raise them all while working a full time job if he could. Just so that you wouldn’t have to. But he’s not going to shun you away. You’re obviously the better parent. Out of all the skellies he’s the one who looks after you the most. The others still make sure you’re okay, but he’s always been very protective of you.

-If anyone ever messes with one of his kids, they’re gonna regret it. And if there’s a bully in their school, he’ll take care of the problem. Have a little chat with them when they’re on their way home. Nothing too threatening, they’re just a kid even though they’re a brat. But that kid isn’t going to ever bother anyone again.

-Like Swap Papyrus he quit smoking when they were born, but took it up after a few years. He needs the coping mechanism.

-He is the best at putting them to sleep. His voice is very calming, so he’ll always read them a story and it knocks them out in a few minutes. He does all the voices without exaggerating them too much. And every time one wakes up from a nightmare, he’s there before they even cry out for him. Quiet and calm, he’ll sit on the edge of their bed. Rubbing their back to comfort them. He’s not a fan of your own bed getting crowded by the kids. But if someone has a particularly bad nightmare, he’ll lift them in and have them sleep between him and you. He’s a quiet dad and sometimes stern. But they all love him.

O Captain, My Captain

So any of you who know me on any level know that I’ve been harboring serious lust affections for Mr. Nathan Fillion for eight years and counting.

Welp. I set myself a goal and today, I made it a reality.

Voila.

Yes, that is me cheesing with the one and only absolutely gorgeous Nathan Fillion, courtesy of Dragon*Con 2017.

And yes, I dressed to kill because I was intent on seducing the man and I have absolutely zero fucking shame.

It was an incredibly tense morning, and I do mean morning: me and my bestie got up at 5am and got dolled up, then drove to the train station to get to the con. The most stressful part of this fucked up con is that unfortunately, you don’t know what a celebrity’s autograph hours or their prices are until you’re inside the Walk of Fame room, and so you basically have to come crazy early and prepare to wait and be vigilant to get your chance. However, that’s part of why I always do photo ops. That is an assured meeting with my sweetie of choice, where as autograph sessions are first come, first served, and Nathan hasn’t been at Dragon*Con since 2008 and so I knew his fans would make up most of the Friday congoers. 

The photo op was at 11:40am, so I had a delightfully long wait, but thank God, the line moved quickly. That’s a blessing and a curse, which I’ll discuss in a moment.

So what’s Nathan Fillion like?

For one, he’s terribly, terribly polite. He introduced himself to each person who walked over for the photo and shook their hand and asked their name. Then the photo is snapped and he thanked them for coming out and for being patient. Which is hella sweet, honestly.

I had a chuckle with the volunteers in line because of my shameless Lady in Red ploy. The lady outside the room laughed because before I went in, I switched out my sensible flats for three inch heels (I like looking taller in photos, and plus, it makes me look sexier to some extent, imo) and she said, “Watch out! She’s got the heels out now!” And then the guy right by Nathan who helped move the line along asked if I was alone in the photo with Nathan and I said yes and he said, “Selfish, huh? I like it!” since the previous two photo ops were a group and a pair.

Let me tell you something, people.

One, Nathan Fillion has the softest hands I’ve ever felt on a man. I mean, wow. I swooned a little.

Two, holy shit, is he fucking gorgeous in person. 

So after the photo, I scurried upstairs and got in line for the Walk of Fame room and stood another hour in the blistering hot lobby until it opened and me and bestie made a beeline for Nathan’s line. Because I’ve been to Dragon*Con probably 2-3 times, I knew that it’s absolutely essential to be at the front of the line when Walk of Fame opens or you won’t get to meet your celebrity simply because there are just too many fans and they have to cut the room off when they reach their capacity. Since we planned ahead, we were within the first fifty people to see him once he came up from the photo op room. 

And that’s where my story gets a little bittersweet.

First off, his autograph was $100, cash only, and it wasn’t personalized. I frown at that. To give you some perspective, William Shatner and Gillian Anderson were both $80 last year. I don’t blame Nathan. I doubt he has control over his rates, but I do think it’s kind of shitty that his staff he won’t let him personalize the photo considering each fan is coughing up $100. To give you even more perspective, remember when I met Chris Evans January of last year? I paid $400 for his VIP package and it came with a photo op, a lithograph, an autograph, a reserved seat at the Civil War panel, and early access to the dealer’s room. And that’s Chris fucking Evans, a bonafide A-lister and a millionaire. So you understand that I’m feeling some type of way about how they decided to charge $100 with no personalized autograph. I can’t imagine it would take that much more time for him to add your name when he was already signing it.

Plus, because of the massive turnout of fans, each signing is under 20 seconds long. I’m dying inside because of it. If you’ve been following me for a while, you’ll know that I have a fixation with meeting famous people. Why? My life is boring as fuck and hardly anyone likes me, and so it really gets my motor going to meet famous people because I love telling the story of what they’re like. The average person’s not going to meet a celebrity, and so I enjoy it as a hobby because I find it very fulfilling.

So, out of courtesy for the hundreds of fans waiting to meet him, I didn’t really get to say much to him, and it hurts a little because I wanted to tell him a few things, but I didn’t want to appear selfish. 

But hey, that’s why this is bittersweet. The fact that I didn’t get to tell him what he’s meant to me is the bitter part. 

The sweet part is that it took probably about an hour and twenty to thirty minutes between the photo op and the autograph, and Nathan Fillion remembered me.

Him: Oh, we met downstairs! What’s your name again?

See, that? Yeah. I’m okay with that. Because he picked me out of a crowd of a few hundred people and that’s a pretty big fucking feather in my cap. So obviously my Lady in Red ploy worked to some degree.

Lastly, the funniest thing happened while I was in his line. He was leaning down to sign an autograph and then he looked up at the next person and ran his hand through his hair to push it out of his face.

You know those Pantene Pro-V commercials with the sexy half naked lady flinging her hair in slow-mo and it’s utterly tantalizing?

Yeeeeeeah, my mind just went fucking blank when he did that. 

I just need y’all to understand than Nathan Fillion looks great on TV, but the man is seriously a fucking hunk in real life. Goddamn. I started fanning myself, for God’s sake. He is just…beautiful in person. Whew.

Anyway, I was also lucky enough to meet two of my other idols right after Mr. Fillion: Michael Rosenbaum and Steve Blum. And I am delighted to say those interactions weren’t bittersweet–just sweet all the way around.

Michael Rosenbaum was a fucking darling cinnamon bun, just like Wally. He asked me my name and I told him, and then I started gushing about how Justice League was amazing and he just lent so much heart to the role of Wally West and he was basically my entire childhood. So then Rosenbaum turns to the line of fans and yells, “Hey! She says I’m her entire childhood! Like her whole childhood! Man, that makes me feel old!” And I apologized (jokingly, of course) and he starts goofing off with me and my bestie and even another fan in line. He was so adorable and gracious and I love the way he said my name. What a lovely guy.

Meeting Steve Blum (FINALLY) was a hoot as well. So me and bestie went up to him and we told him we were so happy to catch him this year because a couple years ago, we were in his line for an autograph at Momocon and they literally cut the line off ONE person away from the two of us after an hour and a half of waiting. Steve (bless his darling heart) apologized, but we of course told him that wasn’t his fault at all, and I told him that it was so great to finally see him up close because I had asked him a question at his panel and he jokingly told me he loved me and I almost fainted dead away and forgot my question. He laughed and asked me what question I had asked, and then he signed for me. While we were chatting it up, I asked him if he cried on the last episode of Cowboy Bebop and he said yes and went even further to tell me that the studio and the voice director didn’t tell him how the anime ended. He found out as he was voicing it. He was just like us–totally shocked and upset and like me he pretends Spike is totally fine at the end.

And then, in typical Kyo fashion, I accidentally made a fool of myself with my stupid iPhone. Apparently, it ran out of storage and so we were trying to record something and it wouldn’t take and so I’m apologizing profusely and blushing up a storm, but Steve is like, “No, it’s okay!” and he takes my phone and tries to see if it’ll work, but it won’t, so we record it on my bestie’s phone instead. He was so sweet! I felt like such a dumb schmuck when my phone wouldn’t take the video, but he was amazingly nice and I hugged him before I left and it was just the best thing ever. Steve Blum for president, man. What a standup guy.

Tomorrow’s got the legendary Ming Na Wen on the agenda, so you’ll see part two of my recap. Probably with a LOT of screaming, because Ming Na is my queen and I must worship her accordingly. Here’s to Saturday.

Kyo out.

Space Doesn’t Burn Red

2 parts, 2700 words total (also on ao3)

Part I. Taako thinks about how much he loves Kravitz

Part II. Taako tries his damnedest to parley this information to Kravitz


Part I.

“I love you.” The words taste foreign and almost dry on his tongue, and he’s thankful he’s speaking them in practice to his reflection in a mirror and not to his actual boyfriend. “I’m in love with you,” he tries once again with feeling and comes off a little less ham-fisted but no more confident than before. “Kravitz, I think I love you.” Still blunt. Still hard. Still unnatural.

How do people do this? How did Merle do it – how did Magnus do it? How did Carey do it? It’s got to be easier than this, right?

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It has officially been one month since Dralentine’s day! I am super, super excited to reveal to @pottergerms who their secret Dralentine was!! I am so, so, so happy to see that you enjoyed it!! Thank you for all of your kind words and for sharing my work with your lovely followers. Dralentine’s Day was so much fun and I am already looking forward to next year!

Thank you to @dralentines-day for being such a champ! @ourloveislegendrarry @julietsemophase ;)


Summary:

 Harry’s friends are desperate to help find him a date for Valentine’s Day. Considering his growing list of one-night stands, Harry finds himself desperate enough to give almost anyone a shot. When a potential date goes awry, there is only one snake sneaky enough to wrap himself around a love-lost Boy-Who-Lived.


The music was loud.

“Alright there, mate?!”

Sweat dripped down slick skin.

“Do you want another drink?”

There were so many thrumming bodies surging around them it was hard to see where one male ended and another began.

“I said do you want another drink!”

And, much to Harry Potter’s displeasure, his friends had dragged him out with one specific goal in mind.

“What about that guy, Harry?”

To find him a date for Valentine’s Day.

Harry swung his gaze in the direction that Hermione was pointing and felt his mouth twist into a grimace. He shook his head rather adamantly at her, only slightly put-out when she pouted.

“Come on, Harry, you’re not even trying!” Ron said accusingly. “Don’t make me have Charlie drag you over to some random guy—you know I will!”

He groaned. Charlie had acquired a personal interest in making sure Harry was… well looked after… come Valentine’s Day. The bloody tenacious red-head was so damned determined to hook Harry up that he’d willingly left his dragons for an entire week in order to be the ultimate wing-man.

“It’s what you do for an adopted brother,” Charlie had said with a smirk. “You’re the only one left without a partner.”

You’re still single too, you know.”

“Yeah but I’m not looking.” Charlie’s smirk had grown wider. “Perks of being ace, my friend. Besides, you’re getting on in years, you know?”

“I’m only twenty-five!”

And now they were here, two days before the fourteenth of February, in a popular wizarding gay club and rifling through every single male who just happened to be present.

“Is there anyone here that is catching your eye?” Hermione asked, swirling her drink absentmindedly.

“Not really,” Harry replied honestly.

“Well… why don’t you join Charlie on the dance floor?”

Harry gave her a bland look. “Mione, you know I don’t dance.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Two words, Hermione, Yule Ball,” Ron remarked with a cheeky grin. “Harry has no coordination whatsoever—aside from quidditch that is.”

“Exactly,” Harry agreed, nodding. “With little-to-no coordination I’m obviously terrible at sex; it’s probably the reason I keep having so many flings.”

“Probably just a flail of limbs.”

“No rhythm to speak of.”

“Sloppy kisser too, no doubt.”

“Not to mention my atrocious memory when it comes to remembering names.”

“Maybe you should start making them wear nametags?”

“Why not number them while I’m at it.”

Harry and Ron guffawed with laughter much to Hermione’s displeasure.

Honestly, Harry, it’s no wonder you can’t find a date if you’re not even going to be serious about this!”

Smiling patiently, Harry downed a mouthful of his obscenely fruity cocktail Charlie had insisted on getting him. “Mione, we’re in the one place where finding a ‘Mr Right’ is far and few between. Guys come here for anonymous sex and one-night stands. I should know, I’m practically a veteran.”

“You won’t know until you try,” the female replied persistently. “Ooh, looks like Charlie may have found someone.”

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Commandeer

Originally posted by chaenie

Jennie x Reader (fem)

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Your girlfriend forces you to go furniture shopping. The thing is, you’re doing furniture shopping for your apartment not hers.

Requested by someone 

A/N: I’m sorry, I deleted this request by accident, but it was basically a scenario for Jennie to go furniture shopping with the reader. Also, warning, do not read if you don’t like things that are all over the place.

Word Count: 1,635

Warnings: Implications of smut, probably swearing. Writing is all over the place.

“You didn’t have to come with me, you know.”

     You and Jennie were shopping at IKEA. You had recently moved into a new apartment and as a result, you’re currently in the process of acquiring new and better furniture. The old ones were, after all, disgusting, moldy, and bug infested as Jennie liked to describe them and it would be a crime not to throw them out.

     These were all words taken straight out of your girlfriend’s mouth.

     Still, you’d be lying if you didn’t agree.

     Today was one of Jennie’s free days and at first, you’d insisted on, well, anything but going furniture shopping. After all, your girlfriend rarely ever had vacations and usually, when she did, the two of you stayed in and relaxed or went outside on a particularly special date. It was supposed to be a day for enjoyment, not for spending ages in some place shopping for things you had absolutely no interest in.

      But Jennie had insisted, in fact, she’d even seemed excited. You had no idea why. Furniture shopping was, in your opinion, the worse.

     But she had persisted, and had even pleaded with you in that baby voice of hers and god knows you can’t resist that. Who could, really.      

     Jennie glances over at you from a particularly nice chair and lifts a shoulder in a shrug, trailing a hand down the back of the wood absentmindedly. “Why not? I spend just as much time in your apartment as I do in my dorm. Might as well.”

     A spark of joy burns suddenly and abruptly in your chest because while you knew she spent a lot more time than she probably should at your place, it was different hearing her say it out loud. Why? Because, well, didn’t it mean that she was admitting your place felt just as much like home as her dorm did? That your own home…felt like home to her as well?

      Or…were you just overthinking things? You tend to do that these days.

     You can see Jennie looking at you out of the corner of your eye, her gaze searching, obviously trying to see what impact her words had given you . You don’t give her the pleasure, however, and instead mask your emotions behind an unamused exterior.

     You cock an eyebrow and turn around abruptly, pausing in your footsteps. Your finger traces the engraved pattern on the large mahogany desk that you had considered buying just moments ago but had ultimately given up on because one, it was too big, and two, you didn’t really have the money.

     “So,” you tilt your head slightly to the left, “are you saying that my apartment is also your home?”

      Jennie pauses as well and you can see the corner of her lip curving upwards in the beginnings of a smirk. “Well…..only half of the time.”

     You stare at her, playfully offended, grimace and shake your head. “I think you should begin to pay rent, Jen, considering the amount of time you spend in my apartment. Using all the water, eating all my food-”

     “You’re the one who wanted me to cook,” Jennie retorts, interrupting you with practiced ease, “and let’s be real here, if I wasn’t cooking, for free, by the way, you would be living off burgers and McDonalds.” She catches your look of surprise and grins in response, casually slipping her fingers through yours.

     “There’s nothing wrong with McDonalds,” you mutter, but there’s a smile on your face and no bite in your words. It had been too long since the two of you had gone out alone together since Jennie had been extremely busy with Blackpink promotions and you’d been buried in piles of work and study. “You know Jisoo would agree with me. And you’re my girlfriend. Who pays their girlfriend to cook for them?” You shoot her a dry look. “Not to mention, I didn’t even ask you to. You just waltzed into my kitchen and started commandeeri-”

     “Commandeering?” Jennie raises an eyebrow.

     “Yeah, don’t you know what that means?” 

      She chuckles and there is a sudden fondness in her eyes that takes you by surprise. It’s so simple but it catches you off guard and suddenly, your throat turns dry, your heart pounds a little too fast and you find yourself at a loss for words. You can’t believe that looking at her, just looking, can evoke such a reaction in you.

      You are so whipped for her. But for some reason that even you’re not sure of, you can’t let her know how deep your feelings for her really run. 

      Distantly, in the midst of your thoughts, you notice a flicker of concern flit through Jennie’s eyes. You’re desperate not to have this conversation turn sappy and in an attempt to stop it from moving in a direction you’re simply not ready for, some inappropriate sentence slips from between your lips.

     “You know, like, how I commandeered you in bed,” you smirk at her cheekily and press a quick kiss on her lips, somewhat pleased with yourself for turning this whole situation around. Like, damn, even you had to admit that was some nice wording there even if it wasn’t entirely true.

     Jennie can feel a flush crawling up her neck as she glances around frantically, checking to see if anyone had heard what you’d said. When she’d confirmed that no, there wasn’t anyone around, she dug her fingernails into the undersides of your palm and hissed into your ear. “What is wrong with you?

     You wince. “Nothing. I was just giving you an example since you didn’t seem to know commandeering meant. It just so happened to be a little bit…you know.”

      Jennie stares at you, clearly unimpressed. “We both know you’re lying,” she states, her tone dry.

     “Well, I don’t, so, no, we don’t both know I’m lying.”

      But Jennie just smirks at you, as if she knows something you don’t. “Come on. We both know I’m the one doing the commandeering in bed.”

     Yeah. On second thoughts, you should probably have expected that.

     You mutter something about girlfriends under your breath and look away. Jennie suppresses a smile and takes a moment to look at you in all your stubborn, annoyed glory. You’re beautiful, she thinks, even when you’re dressed in one of your stupid black t-shirts paired with grey sweatpants and nike trainers. Especially because you’re dressed in those stupid black t-shirts and grey sweatpants.

     “Hey,” you nudge her, smiling softly. “What’s up? You look like you’re about to turn into a zombie, or something. I do not want a zombie for a-”

     “I really love you,” Jennie blurts out, her own eyes widening. 

      You stare at her silently, dumbfounded. It wasn’t the first time she’d professed her love for you, but every time she said it, your heart beats a little faster and your chest burns with something that might not have solely been from the caffeine.

     But because sudden confessions are not your thing and you’re really bad at expressing your emotions in general, you just stare at her until her face cracks into a grin. You smile as well, except yours is sheepish and you scratch the back of your head awkwardly.

     “I mean, I was just going to ask you what you thought about commandeering me in this bed, but I guess I love you too,” you say, regaining some sort of confidence.

     Jennie doesn’t really mind the fact that you don’t express your emotions often. She understands that you find it easier to say you love her through written words or actions. And if she was being honest, she finds it cute that you can write heartfelt, sappy letters confidently but blush like an idiot when she says similar things out loud.

     “I think we’re using the word ‘commandeer’ all wrong,” Jennie says, flinging herself down onto the bed with a grin.

     You plop down beside her and stretch your legs, your jaws widening dramatically in a yawn. “Who cares?” you say, blinking sleepily up at her. “Damn it, I want to sleep.”

     Jennie laughs and it’s a sound that you want to hear for the rest of your life. She stands up and drags you with her. “It’s your fault for pulling that all-nighter. Come on, we’re here to shop for furniture, not sleep on the beds.”

     You grumble but oblige willingly. “How about you choose for me. The furniture, I mean. Like you said, you spend half the time at my place anyways so you might as well help with the place.”

     Jennie’s heart skips a beat because….well, she couldn’t move in yet and not for a couple of years, or maybe more, but this, this was nearly the same thing for her. This was you telling her indirectly that your home was her home as well.

     “Hey, Y/N,” she murmurs, her voice going soft and as you turn to look at her expectantly, she cups your face and kisses you. It’s sweet and soft and gentle and Jennie feels that technically, it wasn’t her fault that the two of you landed on a bed, with her on top, straddling your hips.

     You smile against her lips before breaking away, mussing her hair up affectionately. “I don’t think this is appropriate,” you whisper, your eyes never leaving hers.

     “I don’t think it is, either,” Jennie whispers back, a grin lighting up her face.

     You laugh, and smile fondly up at her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Hey,” you murmur.

     “Yeah?”

     “I wasn’t joking when I said I love you, earlier.”

     “I know,” Jennie says simply as she crawls off you and offers you a hand. You take it gratefully and after you brush yourself off, you flash her a crooked grin.

     “So, I’m thinking…not this bed.”

     Jennie laughs and shakes her head, slipping her fingers through yours once again. “No, I agree, not this bed.”

anonymous asked:

Do you ship blackinnon? If you do can you do some blackinnon head cannons

Omg not only do I ship it but @deerprongs and I are practically co-captains of the Blackinnon ship, we love them!! Also I got super carried away with this so it’s long lmao my b


  • Sirius is very charismatic and outgoing but he’s also got a moody, sad side because lets be real, he had a messed up childhood and some of that never left him
  • But his occasional moodiness, constant troublemaking and boisterousness and her kindness and optimism mixed with a badass attitude means they balance each other out perfectly
  • Sometimes Sirius just has to take a second and admire her because she’s so nice to everyone and so smart but also wicked sassy and always keeps him on his toes and he LOVES IT
  • James and Lily call them Mom and Dad
  • But Sirius and Marlene also call James and Lily Mom and Dad
  • The friend group parentage is kind of confusing lol but at least everyone agrees Remus is the Ultimate Dad
  • Such a badass power couple–they can communicate with just a Look, they don’t freak out if they haven’t seen each other for a day or so because they trust each other completely, and they probably got matching leather jackets because they’re so extra sometimes
  • Their relationship started out as a fling and then eventually they actually started flirting more and admitting their feelings though not always in the smoothest of ways
  • “Sirius, did you really make me a mix?”
  • No, it’s just a bunch of songs that remind me of you.”
  • “Mate. That’s a fucking mix.”
  • “Well fine then, if you don’t want it…”
  • “No, shut up, I’m going to listen to it forever.”
  • To anyone who doesn’t know them well, it seems like their relationship is just based on sex and nothing more
  • But they actually love and care about each other so much
  • They just show their affection in different ways than making out in the corridors or holding hands during lessons because that’s gross (in Marlene’s words, “gag me,” to which Sirius responded “…if you’re into that 😏 ”)
  • That being said they do have a ton of sex lmao Slughorn caught them in a broom closet once  
  • One time when the whole gang went to a Muggle rock concert, Sirius and Marlene nearly missed the beginning because they were hooking up in the bathroom during the opener’s set
  • They apparated to the front row where James and Lily were just in time (v risky but somehow they didn’t get caught) and Marlene’s hair was a mess and Sirius had 4 new hickies 
  • They’re also really protective of each other and pretty territorial too  
  • If Sirius sees a guy flirting with Marlene he’ll grab her and start kissing her while staring down the other guy until he gets the message
  • Likewise if some girl gets too touchy with her man Marlene will just slip her arms around his waist and put his arm around her shoulders and give the girl a fake-sweet smile while shaking her head
  • The protectiveness can sometimes lead to fights though
  • “Will you stop following me around like you’re my damn shadow?  I can take care of myself, Sirius!”
  • “Could have fooled me, you nearly died on your last Order mission!”
  • “But I didn’t.”
  • “But what if you had?!”
  • They never shout at each other though, except that one time Marlene lost her cool and screamed at Sirius then spent the rest of the night apologizing and comforting him because it reminded him of the way his parents used to yell at him
  • No one but James and Marlene really know how much Sirius’s past still affects him because he doesn’t let on at all
  • And they had a hard time saying “I love you” at first because to both of them those words would mean a lot so they wouldn’t toss them around casually
  • But also…Sirius is surprisingly much more of a romantic? They’re both in love obviously but he’s more the type to show it through romantic gestures
  • He’d want to do something special for their anniversary and Marlene’s like “can’t we just have sex? That’s special”
  • And Sirius is like “of course we can but first I’m taking you out for dinner and I’m spending a ridiculous amount of money on you and don’t you dare give me that look Marls you’re going to like it or I swear I’ll leave you for Madame Rosmerta”
  • At James and Lily’s wedding obviously Sirius was the best man and Marlene was the maid of honor and she was really looking forward to after the reception ;)))))
  • But he kept crying over Jily and missed all her attempts to turn him on
  • “Want to find out if I’m wearing a garter too? 😏 ”
  • But Sirius is just teary-eyed with a glass of champagne because “they’re just so happy together, you know he’s been in love with her since first year??? First year!!!  love is so beautiful”
  • Marlene is like oh my god
  • But then it’s also at Jily’s wedding that Sirius and Marlene are dancing to a really slow song at the end of the night and he just pulls her close and whispers “I’m in love with you” so softly she would have thought she imagined it if she hadn’t felt his lips move against her ear
  • It’s the first time he really says it out loud and she tries to whisper it back but her voice cracks with emotion but he still understands
  • After that they never go a day without saying I love you, and even when they’re fighting the rule is neither of them sleeps until they’ve made up
  • Because life is too short to be angry with the people you love, the war’s proven that
  • And it proves it again when only a few months after moving in together, she’s gone, her whole family is just gone.
  • Sirius goes to the funeral to lay one flower on the casket, but can’t bring himself to stay for the service.

SORRY about the last ones!!! And sorry for making this a literal novel about Blackinnon lol I just love them :’)

Cait :)

Freshman Orientation (Meet Darryl)

Get caught up on the series here https://preciousluv35.tumblr.com/post/161264449201/freshman-orientation

College orientation. I been dreading this day since mid-May. Here I am now, guess this is one of the times I’d have to roll with the punches. My grandfather always told me to roll with the punches. Couldn’t help but feel like if he was still here I’d be at the University of Florida. That’s where I was slated to attend, but then the graduation fiasco happened.  I was a 5-star recruit at linebacker out of Florida. Three years barring an injury and I would be league bound. I had been on so many official and unofficial visits. The bribes were immaculate, every school seem to outdo the next. I was real life royalty. Now everything was a question mark. I was the big man on campus since my sophomore year. I led the state in tackles for two years, and was second in interceptions my senior year. I was something like the Prince of Zamunda. Graduation was just like any other day from the start. I got up, flipped on ESPN and switched between that and ESPNU.  

I had to be at the school at 2 that day and for the 4’oclock ceremony. I was ready for the shit to be over before it even started. Haircut, check.  Outfit, check. Smell good, check. Shit was smoother than Jamesha’s ass. Even the ceremony went swell. Probably a little too well. It proved to be just that. As everyone spilled out into the courtyard, I was getting mad love from all directions. Hell, all of us were. Ms. Jones approached me with her fine ass. “So, we still on for dinner?” her teacher voice was so sexy, but her tone off school grounds was on a whole different level.  

“Yeah, we’re solid.” I rebutted. I had been fucking Ms. Jones since the second semester of my junior year. That was when I had her for chemistry. It was crazy because our chemistry was tumultuous. She got off on me calling her Ms. Jones. We only showed affection away from school, obviously. Her helping me with SAT prep turned into a whole fling in a span of two nights. I guess since I was officially out of school, she felt it cool to approach, however harmless the initial intent. Ms. Tarver approached from my rear as Ms. Jones and I were still conversing.  “Darryl, you look mighty sharp.” Ms. Tarver blatantly interrupted as Ms. Jones was divulging her evening plans of dinner on the beach.  There had been tension since the beginning of senior year. Ms. Tarver was my English teacher. She was a redbone, slim thick with an ass that poked to tease the eyes of most. Ms. Jones was a chocolate Stallion.  Cakes, chest, smooth skin and had the wettest of pussies to compliment all her luxuries. Ms. Tarver wanted me. She had pressed up on me several times in school but I always managed to be saved. She did suck my dick one time though. It was an ACT prep Saturday class after the season ended. I was walking out to the student lot after everything had wrapped and she happened to be coming out of her class, just as I was passing by.  She asked if I was hungry and offered to take me to a spot up the road. She lured me in and me in my youth a nigga didn’t even see it. She suggested we head to her house as the place was crowded, “no pressure” I thought, and just vibed. In my mind I knew what was about to go down, and I wanted her too. Ms. Tarver talked as she moved about the house, while I sat in the den smashing my food. After a few minutes, she came back in a negligee. My fork dropped onto my plate. Instantly my dick began to elongate. She noticed my print and didn’t hesitate. The older women went for what they wanted and to me that was so sexy. She slurped me down extracting my seed, not even pausing. I wanted more but I had a meeting to attend. It was an unofficial in Coral Gables at UM. I never managed to catch back up with Ms. Tarver, but I had every intention of doing so, if given the opportunity.  In a perfect world we’d all parlay together, the three of us, but this would never be my reality. Too much animosity and pride would never allow such a magnificent congregation to take place. In fact, I knew they wanted to shoot the fade. I can’t lie a part of me was down to see that shit too.

Here I was on the auditorium courtyard now turned to a good old-fashioned show down. I guess women’s intuition led them to know they were each other’s competition. I never said a word, but I always noticed the side eyes each shot across the hall. Most niggas had students ready to scrap but my ass had teachers on that same shit crazy. “Don’t be rude Cynthia.” Ms. Jones said, giving Ms. Tarver a dirty ass look.

“Bitch please” Ms. Tarver mumbled under breath.

“Excuse me, what was that? See, I’m tired of your shit. I’ve been dealing with your bull shit all year.” Ms. Jones voice began to carry, turning heads.

“Marielle, I don’t have time for your posturing and shenanigans. Have some more class honey.”

Ms. Jones came across her shit with a mean backhand. Seemed like the whole courtyard said ooohhh… The lights from all the camera phones became blinding. I faded back as the crowd closed in rapidly, looking for that World Star moment. I turned around when I bumped into Celeste. She was about the only student who could have my attention. We made eye contact, and both headed to the lot. I asked if she’d mind getting me out of here. Originally Ms. Jones was supposed to take me to dinner but I wouldn’t touch her ass with a 10-foot pole right now. This debacle would surely be all over the net in 15 minutes. Celeste and I briskly navigated the maze of cars and made it to her Accord. As we got in, the crowd was just dispersing. “Where to superstar?” Celeste said it in a smug ass kind of way.

“Shit I’m hungry, you hungry?”

“I can eat.”

“I hope you still ain’t boujee like you used to be.”

“Oh, so you actually know something about me?” Celeste feigned a shocked expression. “I surely thought you were too busy taking trips across country and fucking faculty to remember.”

“What you talking bout lil mama?” I was trying to play it cool, but damn was it that apparent?

“Hmph, imma take you to my favorite spot to eat.”

I had gone to school with Celeste since 4thgrade, but she had always been somewhat of a mystery to me. I knew her well, but she was hard to figure out, if that makes sense. She was undoubtedly the prettiest girl in school, and I always had a thing for her, but I was consumed with all the other hoes that made it easier for me.  While most of them pegged me for the dumb jock, but she knew otherwise. I learned early in the game that people would try to be on my coat tails to just be along for the ride. I played the game to get as much gain as I could out of the situation.  Lil mama got shelved in the process but she was ever present internally.  We rode in silence as I noticed the beach exit was coming up. She banked of to the flyover to head to I-195.  She lowered the tunes. “Remember when you wrote that letter to me that summer you were supposed to be moving with your dad? That was so cute.” Celeste chuckled.

“What are you talking about? What letter? I never wrote no damn letter.” I had forgotten all about that damn letter. I had written that shit in like the seventh grade. At the time I felt like that was going to be the last time I saw her, so why not let it be known how I felt? The next school year we still ended up in the same school because my pussy ass pops backed out. That was when shit started getting awkward whenever I was around her. She knew how I really felt about her and I couldn’t handle it. I became reclusive towards her. By the time the spring came of 8th grade I was practicing with the high school and all the coaches and upper classmen ladies were salivating over me for clearly different reasons. I took on the persona and never really looked back. Half way through my 9thgrade season I was moved up to varsity and the local legend was born.

“You know exactly what letter I speak of. You can fool everybody else but I know what it is chump.” She looked over at me with the sweetest sassy look.

“Yeah you probably have more insight than most. Hell, you helped me on every project these last four years. So, what you saying?”

“Hmph… nothing.”

“What? Man, you flaw. How you going to leave it there like that?”

“You still hungry or nah?” She hopped out not obliging a single question. She handled me like others didn’t have the balls to do. But shit at 6’3” 230 lbs, running 4.41 in the forty 19 reps at 225 on paper but really, I’m hitting it 23 times. Celeste pandered to my inner teddy. I could only chuckle as this pretty, brown thing tortured me knowingly. Life thus far had kept me in its favor, yet this little 5’4” bombshell I’d known more than half my life was now my biggest mystery. I watched her ass switch in her dress as she led the way. I wanted to show her all Ms. Jones had taught me. We walked into the restaurant and it was apparent it had been here for eons. My nostrils instantly notified me that seafood was on the menu. I really was hoping to make Celeste my meal. I mean, it had crossed my mind during study sessions, but never on this level, it was always subtle, never this pressing in my frontal lobe. Little papi came from around back and with the most broken English, but somehow managed to get our order down. Though this felt like the kind of place that even if he got both orders wrong, no matter what came from the kitchen it would be bomb. I know she caught me staring into her beauty on several occasions. Like a G, she moved in silence. I couldn’t help but wonder if this would be it. Would this be the last time we’d vibe? In a week and a half I would be back in Gainesville. I had graduated early, in January. I was enrolled at UF and was prime for everything to take off smoothly.

We ate, reminisced, and made eyes at one another. An hour and a half later we found ourselves back at the car. “Let’s go get our feet wet.” I suggested. I wasn’t ready to leave this moment just yet.

“What you trying to do here?” She was calling bull shit.

“Man, what the hell you talking about?” She knew I wanted her.

“They take you for the customary dumb black jock boy, but I see through you. So, like I said nigga, what you trying to do here?”

“Last time was a false alarm but this time…. This time I think it’s real. I may not see you again after tonight, if not for a long time, maybe ever. I’m not sure I’m ready to live life without you.” Speechless she made her way to me. Her hands wrapped my neck, mine found her thick cakes. Our lips sent fireworks into the atmosphere, never mind if they were only visible to us. We crossed Collins Ave. to find the looming darkness approaching from the open ocean. Feet dug in deep now. Life didn’t have a more perfect feel. Crazy all the fame, hoes, and bribes couldn’t compare to this. “Promise me if I make it to the SEC Championship that you’d come see me play in Atlanta.”

“Boy Imma be all the way in Louisiana. How…”

“I’d fly you there.”

“We’ll see.” Our lips again met and hands began to get life. Exploring. Her softness on my hardness. My chiseled flesh brushing her curves. She made a nigga feel like I could take on the world. The tide caught us immersed in passion. No fucks of what the world had going on around us. I picked her up and we drifted with the current until she was waist deep. I squatted making my thighs a perfect place for her to perch. Her dress floated to the surface, leaving just her and her boy shorts at my disposal. She undid my belt buckle. Swollen and ready her hands wrapped my thickness. “Damn you feel good in my hand Darryl. I want you inside me. I been dream of this for years. Its time I let you know how I feel about you.” She pulled me close by my dick. Slid her panties to the side splitting my rod with her pussy. It took a sec foe me to get in with us being in water and all, and here I was thinking water was a natural lubricant. We found our rhythm and we were grinding in the darkness to the motion of the ocean. That was the first time a nigga came in some pussy. Love was never more real than in the moment we shared.

Short lived was the euphoric high. It was a quarter til 12 when we pulled in front of mom’s crib. There was what looked to be media across the street. I thought damn what’s going on over there. Before getting out we sat and wrapped shit up. I didn’t know what this meant in the grand scheme of things but I knew every day until I went back to school I wanted to spend with her. I thanked her and kissed her, I too let it be known I wanted to see her tomorrow.  As I stepped out I made it 7 paces before I was rushed.

A million and one questions came from every direction. I managed to see Celeste in the crowd but was unable to reach her. I bolted for the door. Once inside Mom rushed me as well. “Boy please tell me this is all a lie.”

“What are you talking about mom?” She pulled out her phone and showed me the fight from earlier. The caption reads (Teachers fist fight over student they both have an affair with).“Fuck!!!!!!”

So here I am at Southern University’s orientation. I fell from greatness to my favorite HBCU.  Here I was still big man on campus, but suddenly my pool was so much smaller than it once was. I was just like all the dumb jocks before me. The key thing Ms. Jones used to make me feel comfortable was the fear tactics of how high school girls could get me cased up and ruin my future, and yet look at me, I still fucked up. So, it was fuck bitches. I had an uphill battle now to live out my dream. The world had birthed an asshole. Losing my scholarship made me so hungry. I was going to shit on the world like it had shitted on me. 2 months of hiding and barely being able to do the one thing you’ve loved and done since you were 5 will do that to you. Savage life for 3 years and we going for the check.

The love I was getting made me feel like I was back home in High School. There were so many bad bitches. I was making a mental note of all the hearts that would be trampled. There was one I made eyes with that reminded, me of Celeste. She was every bit as sexy as my lil mama. Shit was so crazy I hadn’t seen her since that night. This little thing was a hair lighter in complexion and she had an aura about her that let the world know she was every bit of the shit as you thought she was. A room full of dames and I wanted to know her name.