breakfast in bed with the dead

Elain wakes slowly, consumed by how nice the sheets and the sunlight feel against her bare skin. The moment is quiet and still and she languishes in sleepy contentment, feeling Lucien shift next to her.

Lucien.

She freezes, panic shooting through her veins. Lucien. She’s in Lucien’s bed and she’s naked and he’s next to her. The night before shoots back to her with mortifying clarity, and Elain manages not to groan out loud at her own stupidity. Cauldron, what must he have thought?

Last night, she’d been—well, drunk was a strong word. It was exceptionally hard for high fae to get drunk, in fact, and Elain knew because she’d been trying all evening. But she’d been tipsy, and had unfortunately begun to dwell on how frustratingly slowly her and Lucien’s physical relationship was progressing, despite it going remarkably well in all other ways. He’d been out late taking care of something in the village, and Elain, in a prolonged moment of boldness bordering on ridiculousness, had stripped naked and posed provocatively in his bed, waiting for him to come back.

And then she’d promptly fallen asleep.

In the daylight, her own stupidity is nigh unfathomable. She barely dares to breathe with the fear of waking him, but sits up just enough to eye the floor next to the bed. Her dress is right where she dropped it. If she can sneak out of bed, put it back on and get to her own room—but what then? It’s not as though Lucien didn’t see her when he came home, there’s no undoing this, no avoiding that conversation.

Elain is momentarily so paralyzed with indecision, holding a sheet to her chest with a tightly fisted hand, that she doesn’t hear Lucien shift again behind her.

“Good morning.”

His voice is rough with sleep, traced with what might be amusement—Elain turns, a rush of embarrassment rising in her throat. He’s propped up on one elbow, languid, casual. Smiling at her.

“Good morning,” She manages, clutching the sheet.

Lucien regards her for a moment, cocks his head slightly. He’s beautiful, the light flattering the cut of his cheekbones, lending a gleam to his mussed red braid and a little highlight to his gold eye. Focus, Elain.

“Come here,” he murmurs, not a command but an affectionate little request. It catches Elain off-guard, and she doesn’t resist when his arm snakes across her waist and pulls her to him, the sheet between her and his obviously bare chest. He nestles into her neck with a satisfied, sleepy little noise. He’s disarmingly warm, arm still slung around her, and Elain finds the tension leaving her body against her will. Lucien’s scent is thick around them, sweet and smokey at the same time; she can feel the weight of him next to her, the fuzzy sensation of him through the bond. It’s absurdly pleasant, it makes her want to melt even as confusion wracks her—where’s the questioning? The teasing, at least? He can’t possibly be so unconcerned with this situation.

Finally, she can’t stand it. “You… didn’t wake me up when you got back last night.”

“You looked peaceful; it seemed a shame to disturb you.” He almost mumbles it, like he’s so sedate with contentment it’s too much effort to articulate.

Elain nearly laughs. Peaceful. That’s one way of saying nude, she supposes.“Are you going to ask why I’m naked in your bed?”

“I wasn’t, no.” She can feel his breath against her collarbone. “If you’d like to tell me, I’m not opposed to it, but I’ve been enjoying it too much to question it.”

It’s almost annoying, how thoroughly his acceptance of this thwarts her mortification. She huffs, and it ruffles his hair. “I’m trying to be embarrassed, Lucien.”

“Mm.” A lazy adjustment of his head, his nose brushing under her ear. “Why would you be that?”

“Why would I be embarrassed?” Elain half-cries, drawing back so he’s forced to look at her. “Maybe because I’m naked in the presence of a man I’ve barely touched before, because I was trying to drunkenly seduce him and instead fell asleep?”

Genuine surprise flickers across his face, followed by sheer delight–Elain covers her face in her hands; Mother, she shouldn’t have said anything, here it comes–

That’s what happened?” Lucien says, almost dissolving into laughter. “You were trying to seduce me?” His voice goes up a whole octave on seduce. Elain’s face is so hot it hurts and he tries to pull away from him, bury her head into the covers. “Elain, Elain, sweetheart,” he soothes her quickly, still chuckling as he moves to hold her, presses a kiss to her forehead.“You’re adorable.”

Elain is about to protest that she is not adorable, that there is nothing adorable about this situation and cute forehead kisses can’t fix it, but she’s suddenly distracted by the fact that the shift in Lucien’s position has left him on his stomach and the sheet pushed down around his thighs. 

And also, he’s not wearing any pants.

Elain isn’t as bashful as she once was, but Mother save her, she can see Lucien’s entire ass. She feels her mouth drop open, quickly comes to her senses and claps a hand over her eyes with a little squeak. “Lucien! Why are you naked too?!”

He’s laughing almost too hard to respond. “You were; I figured my stripping down was only fair.” Elain, still with a hand firmly over her eyes, has to bite back a hysterical giggle; her mate is ridiculous and does not need encouragement. “And maybe you’d become mysteriously allergic to all clothes and I shouldn’t risk exposing you,” Lucien adds. “Which I wouldn’t mind at all, by the way.”

She wants to hit him with a pillow, but there’s a lot of nudity happening in this bed, so she does the safe thing and pulls the covers over her head with a groan. “You absurd man–go put pants on, for the Mother’s sake,” she says through them.

She can hear the smirk in his voice. “Wasn’t the goal of this endeavor to get me out of my pants? You’re contradicting yourself, dove.”

The risk is worth it. One hand holds the sheets and the other blindly lobs a pillow at his face, eyes still screwed shut. 

He’s still laughing as he fends her off. “Alright, a moment, please, pet.” The mattress shifts under him as he gets up, and Elain hears him cross the room and open a dresser drawer. “Next time you decide to seduce me maybe send me a formal invitation, that way I won’t be so late I miss the whole thing. On nice stationary: ‘Dear Lucien, your seduction has been scheduled for ten PM, in Elain’s room.”

Elain has to smile at his absurdity, and feels like… maybe she should open her eyes a little. Just to check. He didn’t tell her not to.

He’s rifling through the drawer with his back to her, and she tentatively gets a second, more thorough look at his ass, at the slope of his leg muscles and the powerful lines of his back, where his braid hangs down over a series of scars. Maybe he can feel her looking, because he glances over his shoulder just long enough to give her a cheeky grin, and tosses her something she doesn’t identify until it lands on the bed. It’s a shirt. He’s still on his invitation bit: “Please RSVP so she doesn’t get naked for no reason again,” he goes on.

Elain tentatively ignores her embarrassment and plays along. “What would I tell you to wear?” While he’s still turned away, she relinquishes the blanket to quickly slip on the shirt–it’s long enough on her that it might as well be a nightgown. It smells pleasantly like Lucien and the wood of the dresser. “Formal dress doesn’t seem appropriate.”

He laughs. “What would you like me to wear? Anything in particular you’d like to strip me out of?”

“I could tell you to just arrive already naked. That would save time.” Emboldened now that she’s at least decent, Elain gets out of the bed and gathers up her clothes from the floor. “But you’d have to walk from your room to mine nude, then.”

Lucien’s slipped on loose trousers, and ties them up as he shoots her a wolfish grin. “You know I’d do it.”

“That’s why I wouldn’t ask! I don’t want you to traumatize poor Alis.” She stifles a smile as she passes him, heading towards the washroom.

“Where are you going?” He asks, and she pauses on the threshold.

“I have to put this on.” She raises the bundle of her clothes, full of ties and layers and things she needs privacy to wiggle into. Not like he hasn’t seen everything now, she thinks, flushing a bit, but she’d like to return to some semblance of modesty. “I can’t very well walk all the way back to my room wearing only your shirt,” she adds, awkwardly.

Something shifts in Lucien’s face, something playful and a little predatory as he steps towards her slowly.

“So don’t.” His voice is a lover’s murmur as he gets close enough to kiss her, close enough that Elain can feel the warmth of his only half-clothed body. “Stay here wearing only my shirt. It looks good on you.”

Elain is about to decline, but his hands find her waist and his lips find her neck and the words slip through her fingers like water. For all that they haven’t done very much together, Lucien has still managed to figure out which spots under her jaw turn her into a boneless mess.

“I’ll have breakfast sent up for us,” he murmurs into her skin, persuasive, as he braces one arm up against the doorframe to better pin her there.

“Don’t you have obligations to take care of?” A weak protest–it comes out almost as a gasp.

There’s a smile in his voice. He can feel her crumbling. “Nothing that can’t wait a bit.”

Since she woke up, Elain has primarily wanted to wash her mortification away in a long bath, put on something very modest, and pretend this never happened; she knows he certainly wouldn’t fault her if that’s what she did now. But she is also rapidly recalling why her less sober self was dead set on seducing him last night. And eating breakfast with him in his bed–really, any activity that would allow her to keep looking at him shirtless like this–is very, very appealing.

She huffs, and surrenders. “You win. I’ll stay.”

He grins, moves to kiss her properly–but Elain meets it with a grin of her own and ducks under his arm, darting out of reach. 

“You have morning breath,” she says lightly, by way of explanation. She’s such a pushover when it comes to him that she feels obligated to give him a little trouble sometimes.

With the way he’s smiling at her, he knows it. “Then I’ll just be a moment.”

Lucien goes to brush his teeth, and Elain dives back into bed, burrows under the sheets warm and happy and waits for her mate to join her.

Shit I’ve Said To My Dog : Sentence Starters
  • Why do you get so upset when I blow into your ears?
  • Am I annoying you yet? Am I annoying you yet? Am I annoying you yet?
  • If you burp in my face we’re not friends anymore.
  • Why do you have such a floppy lip?
  • WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EATING?
  • Oh, I didn’t realise you suddenly decided to have standards.
  • Stop looking at other people. Your world should revolve around me.
  • Remember that time, one year ago when you split open my lip by accident and it didn’t stop bleeding? No? Well I do.
  • Wanna roll around on the floor and make weird sounds later?
  • If you try to lick me when I’ve just gotten out of the shower again I sWEAR TO GOD.
  • Not everyone needs to hear your opinion on the existence of fire alarms.
  • I have never seen anyone so happy to pretend to be dead before.
  • Okay. You need a bath. I’m ready for battle, don’t even try to argue this.
  • How come you hate warm baths but love swamp water and muddy puddles?
  • I love that no matter what I say, if I hold up my hand you’ll high-five it without question. It’s like we’re always united, no matter who or what I’m roasting today.
  • I found one of your hairs in my breakfast. We need to talk.
  • I asked you to bring me my slippers. I did not ask you to check they were dead by shaking them like a crazed dingo before giving them to me.
  • You can’t just put your foot in my mouth then walk away. What kind of friendship do you think this is?
  • I love how efficient you are at using the tools around us to be as annoying as possible.
  • I never got to be the big spoon in bed before I had you. This is such a weird new perspective I have gained in life. 
  • I’m pretty sure this many snuggles is illegal in some countries.
  • No. Stop begging to try a piece of my food. It’s a vegetable. You hate vegetables. *Sigh* Fuck it. Fine. Here try some.
  • SEE? I told you you’d hate it!
  • Why do you insist on smooshing squishy foods before eating them?
  • I’m not sure how something so adorable and pure could have as many nightmares as you do, but I hope you’re okay.
  • I will never grow tired of booping your snoot.
  • Sometimes I look at you and I realise how lucky I am to have someone who is so tolerant of my weirdness.
  • Why do you get excited whenever I go to the bathroom?
  • You always look sad when you’re tired. It’s so fucking cute.
  • I love how if I get really excited over a stick, you trust me enough to see insane amounts of value in it too.
  • I got you another teddy to add to your already grossly large collection of teddies. Yes I’m an enabler. No I’m not going to stop enabling you.
  • Some kid asked me if you were a bear today. It made me wonder what your spirit animal would be.
  • Why do you always sleep by my door? Are you guarding it from demons?
  • Let’s go to the woods. You run through the trees and I’ll hum the Game of Thrones theme.
  • I’ve always wanted to braid your hair, but I’m also worried you won’t like it
  • How can you be both so polite and such a piece of shit at the same time?
  • Holy crap our souls were literally meant for one another.

Dean sees them on his way out of the store.

Fucking bee socks.

He almost misses them but damn it they don’t catch his eye and make him smile.

He stops.

Rolls his eyes at himself.

He shouldn’t be smiling at bee socks in a damn department store.

Shouldn’t picture blue eyes and tousled chocolate hair every time he sees streaks of black and yellow.

This is ridiculous.

He buys them.

Puts then on Cas’s bed because thinking of handing them to the angel makes his chest tight and his face red.

His chest is still tight and his face is red when Cas wears them to breakfast the next morning.

and then they like kiss and cuddle all morning and Sam rolls his eyes a lot and goes on a jog or something idk I’m drunk and I’m sorry for making you sad @wander pls be my friend again

The Daddies in the Morning

Requested by @teathpaste

Robert:

Not a morning person. At all. Or, well, let’s be honest here; he’s not an afternoon person. Robert awake in the morning means he’s been awake all night - otherwise, Robert’s been replaced by a changeling. No matter how much sleep this boy gets, he is always incredibly tired and grumpy in the morning, eyes itching, a minor headache from the dehydration of alcohol mixed with hiking through the woods…The only thing that gets him up and on a routine is Betsy, who is very insistent on getting fed on time.

Damien:

Damien has a very strict night and morning schedule - one that he has adhered to quite perfectly! Not because particularly needs one, but because he simply finds it the easiest way for him to get to bed and wake up in the morning. He isn’t particularly grumpy or cheerful in the morning he’s just…Awake. Like, really awake. Give him thirty minutes to dress and prepare for the day and it’s as if he was never asleep at all! Lucien calls this black magic.

Craig:

Craig, for all his hustle and bustle, is actually not a morning person. Never was, never will be. However, his daily routine keeps him in line. Coffee, River, light breakfast, run, quick shower, brunch, social…It’s a neverending mental list that the rest of the dads can hardly fathom. How does he keep it up?? Surely he’s got to have the same aching knees they all do by now…Despite their questions and teasing, he stands by the notion of just making sure you take care of yourself and staying motivated

Joseph:

You guessed it; Joseph’s the obnoxiously cheerful and energetic morning person. Christie usually runs into his room by about 6 and, Mary being the exact opposite, Joseph’s the one who leaps right of of bed to greet her! Then it’s pancakes for breakfast and getting everyone dressed and ready for school/service and oh boy he’s just so excited for the day and he loves his children and wife and life and everything’s just?? So great?? Oh my gosh. You can bet he crashes every night right at nine, though. Straight up dead. Mary, being more of a night owl, pushes him to stay awake a bit longer to help put the kids to bed and watch an episode of something together before he finally passes out. Her having slept in and wanting to be awake longer is why she is such good friends with Robert the fellow night owl.

Mat:

Mat is one of those ‘slow to wake up’ kind of people. He’s not grumpy or achy, he’s just tired and groggy. Coffee helps immensely, and his virtual dependence on it is what fostered the original idea for his coffee shop. Nothing helps wake him up like a fresh pot and getting to work at the place he loves most! Plus, though he’s an anxious introverted mess, something about getting to see the smiling faces of others in the morning gives him a good boost to make it through the first couple hours of tiredness.

Hugo:

Hugo is one of those don’t-even-talk-to-me-before-my-coffee kinds of people. He’s the dad that stumbles out of bed missing a slipper, hair sticking out in all directions, one eye’s still fused shut…It’s a mess. Ernest calls him Frankenstein when he first wanders into the kitchen - Hugo is too tired to correct him in that he would actually be Frankenstein’s Monster, not Frankenstein. Though, once he does have it’s coffee it’s like night and day - and for good reason!! He has eight long hours of teaching middle schoolers ahead of him. Joy.

Brian:

Brian is another morning person - however, unlike Joseph, he’s not obnoxious or energetic about it. He’s just awake and happy to be awake! His daughter is less so, but she always works through it as maturely as she does everything else. All Brian needs beyond a quick stretch is a cup of Joe and he’s out the door, ready to drop his amazing daughter off at school and get to work.

* Sasuke fed Naruto even though Kakashi said it was prohibited.
* Naruto admitted it was one of the first bonds he’d ever had.
* Sasuke admitted he was always drawn to Naruto.
* Naruto said Sasuke was his closest friend.
* Sasuke said the same.
* Naruto awakened the Kyuubi for the first time when Sasuke “died”.
* Sasuke jumped in front of Naruto to save his life despite promising himself that he wouldn’t die till he killed Itachi.
* Naruto got stronger so he could save Sasuke.
* Sasuke couldn’t kill Naruto despite Itachi telling him he had to in order to defeat him.
* Naruto had a panic attack when he thought Sasuke would die.
* Sasuke jumped in to save Naruto from slamming against a tree (even though it wouldn’t have harmed him that much) despite being injured.
* Naruto took a beating to save Sasuke and begged the elders for his life.
* Sasuke needed to kill Naruto to be in the darkness.
* Naruto said he would shoulder Sasuke’s hatred and die with him so he’d never be alone again. Willingly leaving his goal of being Hokage behind.
* Sasuke was told by his brother that the person who could change him was Naruto.
* Naruto saw a shooting star, touched his heart and whispered Sasuke’s name.
* Sasuke was worried Naruto was dead somewhere so he excused himself from breakfast and went to look for him.
* Naruto was the only person (other than Itachi) who managed to make Sasuke cry and laugh in Shippuden.
* Sasuke admitted Naruto saved him.
* Naruto came to understand Sasuke’s motives and never gave up on him when everyone else did.
* Sasuke was never able to truly cut their bond even though he tried to.
* Naruto spent five hours laying in bed and thinking of Sasuke even though a girl had confessed her feelings for him and risked her life for him that very same day.
* Sasuke and Naruto are soulmates in canon.

But what a wild concept that people ship SasuNaruSasu. I mean why would they? It’s all obviously platonic.

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Attention (Joker x Reader)

“Imagine running away from the Joker because he’s been ignoring you.”

Requested by Anon: “Can you do an imagine where the joker hasn’t been paying attention to you and when he does he kinda just ignores you so the reader leaves and he realizes she left so he goes after her and talks to her about it”


It was early in the morning, the sun had barely started to peak out from behind the clouds and here you were. Cooking breakfast in the kitchen. You had made a routine of it, every morning you’d get up and make him breakfast and coffee. You weren’t sure when you started to do it but now it was a thing. You smiled to yourself as you flipped over a piece of bacon in the pan.

You heard the footsteps coming down the stairs as you finish platting the food. When he finally steps in the kitchen, he’s fully dressed and ready to leave. You smiled at him as he sat down to eat. “How did you sleep?”

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Being in a Relationship with Hannibal lecter? I simply adore your writing ❤ - requested by anon

Omgomgomgomg!!!!! I love Hanni omfffffff thank you for your kind words!! I hope this does Hanni justice, I don’t know if he’s characterised properly, so concrit is appreciated as always!

NOT MY GIF - omf hot asf!

Originally posted by ixilecter

- Let me just start off by saying that Hannibal Lecter is not relationship goals

- There would be a very, very unhealthy dynamic 

- He’d definitely find some way of making you dependent on him, probably financial or emotional 

- Either way, he’s the provider

- There’d be brainwashing, too - when accusations start coming out and people are accusing him of being a murderer etc., you wouldn’t be able to believe that your Hannibal would do such a thing

- I think he’d only date someone he’d known for a few months or years, so the brainwashing has already started

- You’re none the wiser

- Cooking you all meals

- He’d bring you breakfast, unless you stayed at his last night

- In which case, you’d wake up to the smell of percolated coffee and what smells like sausages 

- Don’t ask what the meat is!!!!!!!!!!

- He’d genuinely be offended at the very thought of fast food, and would think it an insult to your body to put that stuff in there 

- He wouldn’t even grace the stuff by calling it ‘food’

- On very rare occasions, he’d let you stay the night

- You’d sleep in his bed with him, and he’d lay facing you until your breaths evened out and you became dead to the world

- He’d make some kind of noise to ascertain you were asleep, and then he’d get up to dispose of any evidence of your stay

- Then he’d slide back into bed

- You’d wake up to find him already watching you

- He’d immediately get up and make the both of you breakfast

- Drinking more wine than you ever have before 

- Your palette vastly improving

- Philosophical conversations late at night

- You can never really tell what he’s thinking

- You sometimes think he has the eyes of a shark, darkness all over his face, but when you double take his expression is completely different and you think you must’ve imagined it

- You didn’t, but you don’t need to know that

- He might teach you to play the harpsichord

- Wearing his shirts

- Don’t distract him while he’s cooking

- You might end being the next meal plan for the week

- You’d never know his secret

- If you found out though, it’d go one of two ways:

- You indulge in his… dietary preference too

- Or he kills you

- Speaking of, he’d probably kill you if he ever got bored of you

- Make sure you keep him on his toes!

- If he did kill you, you’d never see it coming…

- Dates to the theatre and to the opera

- He’d probably buy you a suitable evening dress and matching shoes

- Money is no problem; he’s a Count

- Again, not that you’re aware of that

- Sometimes he’ll speak to you in Italian, mumble something, but he won’t repeat it if you ask him what he said

- But then again, he might

- He’d sketch you while you’re busy doing something else

- He sketches a lot of views from his travels

- Making you coffee imported from all over the world

- Weekend trips to France, Italy, maybe Japan…

- He’s incredibly intelligent, and as you’re holidaying in these places it’s like he’s your personal tour guide, he has so many stories to tell

- Some of those stories are his, though they’re heavily edited - murder doesn’t always make for a good night time story

- ‘Bedroom activities’ would either be gentle and loving, tender, or rough and passionate. Depends on his mood, might also be influenced by what he thinks you need from him

- He’d know what you’re thinking or feeling just by looking at you

- Would know the right things to say or do

- He’s always five steps ahead of everyone else, so if you’re thinking of telling him or asking him something, chances are he already knows and has planned out his answer

- It’d seem like a very loving, fulfilling and healthy relationship… 

That’s all I can think of for now!! Not sure if he’s characterised properly… :/

Falling in Love is like Falling Asleep (1/?)

Honestly I just really love the idea of El and Mike falling asleep while watching movies or something - basically just gonna be a bunch of times that they were found taking a quick nap and people are like “darn how cute”

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Hopper was a simple man.

He liked to wake up in the mornings, have a cup of coffee, maybe even eat a donut if Flo wasn’t hovering around.

Finding a boy in his daughter’s bed wasn’t anywhere on that list.

He liked to see himself as understanding. He understood that there was no way to keep that Wheeler kid away from his El now that he knew she was alive and living with him. And, to be quite honest, he didn’t want to. Both of them had been through enough heartache. He didn’t want to be the cause of more.

But there were still rules.

First and foremost: No boys in her room. Period.

That being said, he thought he was being fair. He didn’t put any restrictions on Wheeler, having told him he was allowed to visit whenever he pleased, so long as he gave him warning beforehand. He had a radio just for such an occasion.

Staying the night, however was not part of the deal. He had made that very clear on day one.

So when he woke up on a cloudy Wednesday morning and poured himself a mug of coffee, he expected El to come out of her room like she always did when she heard him stirring. She had always been a light sleeper, but ever since the whole mind flayer ordeal, she couldn’t sleep a wink if the house wasn’t absolutely quiet. She normally rose shortly after him, and they’d eat breakfast together before he headed off to work.

He furrowed his brow, before deciding that it was worth it to invade her privacy to make sure she was alright. Her safety was his number one concern, always.

He felt like his head was going to explode when he opened up her door.

Because right there, lying in his daughter’s bed, was Mike Wheeler.

That boy was so dead.

He was about to start yelling when he realized something. After all this noise he had made, El hadn’t even flinched. That girl would wake up if a bird chirped too close to the window any other night. But right now, she slept steadily, her breathing even and her face relaxed. She had her head on the boy’s chest and her arm wrapped around his waist. He didn’t think he had ever seen her sleep so soundly in the two years he had known her. It gave him pause.

Not a long pause. But still, a pause.

He clapped his hands together sharp and fast.

“Alright kids that’s enough of whatever that is, up you go, Wheeler.” Hopper said loudly.

Wheeler jumped up so fast that Hopper thought he’d break something. El jolted awake, her head flying up with a drowsy expression, having lost her pillow.

Wheeler stumbled across the floor, trying to gain his balance as Hopper crossed the room and grabbed onto the back of his sweater before unceremoniously dragging him through the cabin. He could hear El protesting behind him while he opened up the door and gave Wheeler a small shove to push him out. Wheeler stumbled, but, to the Chief’s surprise, didn’t fall.

“Bye, Wheeler. Have a good ride home.” Hop slammed the door and leaned against it as El tried to push past him.

El looked up at him angrily, “That wasn’t nice.”

“Well neither was his blatant disregard for one of the few rules I have in this house.” He countered.

He watched as her jaw clenched and her eyebrows furrowed in frustration. She opened her mouth to speak again, only to be interrupted by the banging on the door.

Hop raised his eyebrows in surprise. He couldn’t believe the guts this kid had.

When he opened the door again, the kid looked embarrassed.

“Hi, sir. This is a little bit awkward but, uh, I think I left my shoes in El’s room.” He said, fidgeting with the hem of his sweater while Hopper stared him down.

Hopper chuckled in amusement before marching to El’s room to get the boy his shoes. When he got back to the door, he was greeted with the sight of El kissing her boy while saying goodbye. Hop would not admit how cute it was. Well, not out loud, at least. No one needed to know what he was thinking.

Hop grabbed El’s elbow and pulled her towards him, “Alright, that’s enough, you’ve spent plenty of time together. Now, go home, Wheeler before I change my mind.” He tossed the kid his shoes, and slammed the door once again as Mike tried to catch both of them.

El crossed her arms and tilted her head, “That was not a nice thing to do, Hop.”

“Oh, you’ll get over it.”

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I’m emotionally exhausted and angry: Why Sense8 being cancelled is not about losing a good TV show, it’s about what that says about the current state of the world.

[READ ON MEDIUM]

My list of favorite shows (other than sense8) includes things like Torchwood and Agent Carter, so clearly I have a thing for doomed TV shows and I’m not new to the feeling of betrayal and lost that comes with your average cancellation, but I believe that sense8 is not your average situation and that’s why it has been trending worldwide on twitter for 8+ hours and it made so many people deeply upset.

Sense8 being cancelled is the entertainment industry equivalent of Trump winning the elections. In Freema Agyeman’s words: ‘A real kick in the teeth for everyone who is striving to make TV more representational & inclusive’. And, because that’s the way media works, a direct reflection of what’s going on in the rest of world right now. And it happened in the fucking first day of pride month, no less.

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12.20 coda

Max’s eyes get this predatory gleam in them when he looks down into the Impala. Big guns; they’ve always impressed people. It’s a look Dean recognizes in his own face, the same youth-bright passion for really cool shit. He can’t help smirking a bit as he watches Max lean over the trunk.

“So. Bartender’s number, huh?” Dean says.

Max smirks too, still drinking in the Impala’s arsenal in all her splendor. “Oh yeah. Got a date tonight, in fact. Wouldn’t mind showing him the backseat of this baby,” he purrs.

Dean blinks. “Him?”

Max straightens, frowns at him. “Uh, yeah,” he scoffs. “Problem?”

Dean shakes his head, so fast that the world tips on its side for a minute. “Just making conversation,” he coughs.

Max still looks kind of hesitant, though. He takes a step back from Dean and ducks his head to inspect the rims.

Dean watches the back of his head as he does. Young guy, sister that loves him and sticks with him, a mother he adores and doesn’t have to worry about so much. A hot dude bartender’s number.

Dean swallows past a sudden lump in his throat.

This is everything I could have had.

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House Arrest

Dean Winchester x Reader

2300 Words

Written for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog  and her rom-com fluff challenge. My prompt was from Ever After: “Are You Putting Me Under House Arrest?”

Story Summary: When a witch’s spell takes a little bit to take hold, you find yourself furiously attracted to Dean. 

Warnings: Almost smut, but not really. I truly have no idea about this, but it’s what wanted to be written.



 “Guys, I don’t think the witch actually hit me with the spell!” You argued as the three of you began cleaning out the Impala. Grabbing your trash along with your bag, you turned to see both Sam and Dean staring at you.

“Y/N, we literally saw her through the orange powder into your face.” Dean insisted. Sighing, you placed your hands on your hips.

“Who says it was a spell? For all we know it could have been Tang, or whatever that nasty old powdered drink was.” You muttered. “But whatever. I’m calling it a night. See you guys in the morning. And first one up has to cook bacon!”

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the heir - pt.4

Group : BTS

Member : Park Jimin

Word Count :  3,423

Genre : fluff, angst, mention of mature content

Description : It has been eight years, long enough for you to forget about him. But seeing your son everyday, who is almost a duplication of him, always brings back the painful memories of how the only one you had ever loved had died eight years ago. Killed by the police for being a criminal who had broken into a bank and kidnapped a hostage.  

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Falling Asleep

Just a little snowbaz fluff and bed sharing. Hope you enjoy! <3

Word Count: 1795


Simon

When Simon had agreed to help Baz find his mother’s killer, he had expected violent chases through the wavering wood, travels into unexplored areas of the catacombs, and even searching for the nursery she had died in. What he hadn’t expected was hours and hours of reading through old newspapers and books. Somehow, the most mysterious and important quest Simon had ever had handed to him had become the most boring.

“Can’t we check the catacombs?” Simon asked.

Penny scrunched up her nose, expression confused.

“Didn’t you search through all of it during fifth year?” She asked.

Baz glanced at him and smirked.

“Yeah,” Simon responded, cheeks warm, “but I wasn’t looking for clues about Headmistress Pitch, I was looking for, well, Baz.”

Baz threw his hand up over his forehead, fluttering his eyelashes dramatically.

“Oh how you make me swoon Snow.”

Simon glared at him.

“Simon I know this is boring but until winter break, this is all we can do,” Penny said.

“And you? Are you satisfied with just sitting around?” Simon asked, eyes on Baz.

Something flickered in Baz’s eyes. He wanted action as much as Simon did, probably more than Simon did. This was his mother’s killer they were looking for after all; he would be out for blood.

“No,” Baz said reluctantly as if agreeing with Simon was the worse thing possible, “but Bunce is right. For now, this is all we can do.”

“Plus, reading is fun,” Penny said.

“And enriching,” Baz said.

“Nerds,” Simon muttered. 

They spent the rest of the night scouring the texts that Baz had stolen for them that week. Eventually, Simon’s vision was blurring on the words and he kept rereading the same sentence. Baz acted like he was unaffected, but Simon noticed the way his eyelids kept shutting briefly between pages. Even Penny looked like she was struggling a bit.

“I’m going to finish this book in my room, if I wait much later then I’ll be spotted leaving,” Penny said.

“Then I’m going to bed,” Simon said.

Penny slapped her hand flat across the pages of the book Simon had open in his lap, preventing him from snapping it shut.

“Oh no you won’t. You need to finish that by tonight.”

Simon felt like growling, or whining.

“I’ll make sure he gets it done,” Baz said.

“You’re not my baby sitter.”

Penny rose and grabbed all of her things. With one last warning glance for the both of them, she threw on her cape and left.

“That was all a ploy right? You just said that to make her leave so we could sleep,” Simon said.

“As much as I want to sleep right now, the books are more important,” Baz said.

Simon groaned. 

“This is the one time I was grateful for your plotting skills.”

Baz looked at his own bed, piled with books that Penny had already finished and discarded. Then he glanced over at Simon’s bed and it’s virtually uncluttered duvet cover. 

“Yes you can leave the book shelf that used to be your bed and sit with me,” Simon said.

Baz didn’t say thank you but he did walk over and sit as far away from Simon as he could on the bed.

“All right, let’s get this done Snow.”

Simon wasn’t sure when, but at some point his eyes had shut and hadn’t reopened.

Baz

Baz felt warm. In fact, he was not used to waking up feeling so warm. Sleepily, he scooted closer to the source of the warmth. He had the dizzy feeling that he was curled up around the sun. Then, as he started to wake up more clearly, he realized that he was wrapped around clothing. More than that, he was wrapped around someone.

His eyes flew open.

Snow’s moles were up close and personal, his eyes shut in deep sleep. One of his arms was wrapped around Baz and one of Baz’s legs was slung over Snow’s. For one blissful second, Baz felt a surge of happiness. He had dreamt about this very thing, but real life was so much more satisfying than a murky dream.

Then, as he remembered who he and Snow were, Baz felt his stomach drop out of him.

Before he could move Snow’s eyelids opened, sleep fuzzy. The sight tore at something inside of Baz but he didn’t let it show.

“Could you remove your club of an arm from me so I can breath?” Baz hissed.

Snow’s eyes widened. Within seconds his face went deathly pale and then a deep red. 

“B-Baz, what…?”

Baz did not want to hear all the things Snow would say. He didn’t want to know how embarrassed or freaked out he was. He wanted to end this experience before it could be tarnished.

“We fell asleep you git! And now we’re behind on all the reading we were supposed to do,” Baz snapped.

Snow sat up and away, eyes bugging out of his head.

“I…how can you even be concerned with that right now?” He asked.

“You mean, why am I not having a meltdown over having woken up in your arms?” Baz asked.

“It was one arm, not both of them,” Snow said, defensively.

Trust Snow to nitpick that detail.

“We’re searching for my mother’s killer. Waking up fully clothed and rested is hardly the most troubling thing on my mind at the moment.”

Snow’s expression softened.

“You’re right. I was being stupid. I just-“

Baz cut him off.

“Oh don’t worry Snow, I plan to retch over the memory later. As soon as my mother’s killer is dead, you’ll have my full attention.”

Snow glared at him.

“I’m going to get breakfast,” He muttered.

“Probably a good idea,” Baz said, tiredly.

Once Snow was dressed and out the door Baz fell back onto the bed. He curled into the duvet and closed his eyes. I slept with Simon Snow he thought. And it really had been just sleeping, but it had been better than anything he could have imagined.

Simon

Two days. It had been two days since the sleeping incident. Simon hadn’t been able to put it out of his mind. Baz seemed to have managed just that. He gave no indication that he cared about or was even thinking of the experience. Penny hadn’t even caught on yet, which was saying something. If Baz didn’t care and Penny didn’t suspect something, then surely Simon could move past it.

But he couldn’t. He kept replaying the moment of waking up in his mind. Before he had opened his eyes, he had felt a cozy body under his arm. He’d wanted to squeeze closer, to press his nose into the hair that had been tickling his collarbone, but he’d opened his eyes instead. Even as he’d seen the look of sheer hostility in Baz’s eyes, for a moment Simon had felt a burst of warmth.

This was his worst enemy. But he was also the guy Simon had spent the night with.

It was late at night and Penny was on her last batch of books. Simon envied her; his stack had grown steadily over the last two days. Baz was only just behind Penny.

“Simon I need you to start reading more, I’ll have to start taking on some of the books in your stack if you don’t get further along soon,” Penny said.

Simon glanced at her.

“Because you would hate that so much,” He said.

Penny’s glare softened.

“Well, it still isn’t an efficient way to get through all of the books.”

Baz smiled at them; a real smile, not the sharp edged smirk he usually wore.

Simon felt his heart thump unevenly.

“Let’s call it a night,” Baz said, “I think Snow’s brain will explode if we don’t.”

Penny shrugged, obviously irritated, but didn’t argue. Simon suspected that even she wanted to go to her room and sleep.

“This would work a lot better if you’d just let me sleep here on research nights,” Penny said.

Baz and Simon both said no at the same time. 

Simon froze, eyes locked with Baz’s. He’d seen a look slither across his face, and he could have sworn it was nervousness. 

“Okay,” Penny said, eyes darting back and forth between them, “See you two tomorrow, I guess.”

When she was out the door Simon started to speak and was promptly cut off.

“Don’t,” Baz said.

Simon growled.

“Why not? It’s not as if you aren’t thinking about it.”

Baz swung around to face him, grey eyes cold and angry.

“We fell asleep on your bed. Why are you trying to make this weird? Can’t we just move on?” Baz demanded.

“But…” 

“But?’ 

Simon looked away.

“I don’t want to move on,” Simon said.

He looked up and saw that Baz had gone rigid.

“I-I liked it,” Simon whispered.

Baz

He’d liked it. Simon fucking Snow had been thinking about their night spent together and he’d liked it. Baz was sure he was stuck in a dream, or some sort of alternate reality. 

“What do you mean Snow? You liked procrastinating on your reading? Because that isn’t very helpful.”

Snow’s jaw hardened.

“I am not talking about books,” He said.

“Then what are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about how nice it was waking up with you in my arms!” Simon said.

Baz stared at him.

“Snow…”

Blue eyes were all Baz could see. Snow had liked it. But what did that mean? Baz couldn’t let himself get too caught up.

“Baz can you please say something?”

Baz shook his head.

“I’m not sure what to say Snow.”

Snow took a step towards him.

“Say you liked it too,” Snow whispered.

Baz felt himself caving.

“Say that you enjoyed waking up together,” He continued.

Baz’s knees felt weak.

“Say you like me,” Snow finished.

Baz let Snow snake their hands together.

“Simon I-I don’t know about this.”

Snow’s eyes sparked.

“I like it when you say my name,” He said.

Baz felt like he was under a spell.

“Simon,” Baz repeated.

Simon leaned forward just slightly and pressed his lips against Baz’s. It wasn’t the wild make-outs of his dreams, or the passionate kiss they sometimes shared before they were killed in his nightmares. It was just the softest press of lips to lips, the sweetest pressure Baz had ever felt.

“Let’s go to sleep,” Simon said.

Baz nodded.

They stumbled towards Simon’s bed and awkwardly got under the covers. For a moment, neither one of them moved from their respective edges of the bed; but then Snow was jutting forward, warm hands gathering Baz up against him. Baz relaxed against him and wrapped his arm around Snow’s chest. 

They were finally right where they wanted to be.

Waking up with Carl would include:

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• Him grumbling to himself as he slowly wakes up just to having to grin as he hears you doing the same as you’re laying in his arms

• Him mumbling his ‘good mornings” all while shifting slightly to hold you tighter and to feel all of you

• Him just staying like that with you for a bit, all while leaning his head against yours while you’re cuddling a bit closer or nuzzling his head into the curve of your neck before he realizes grumpily that he can’t stay with you like that as long as he wishes he could

• Him being really tempted to just stay in bed with you and just sleep a little longer while he can feel your warmth and closeness

• Him reluctantly and slowly lifting himself up and propping himself on his elbows before reaching over to place a kiss on your forehead or temple

• Him secretly feeling happy and somehow proud as he hears how you grumble and mumble in complain as you feel the loss of his warmth as soon as he slightly shifts away

• Him as well as you even having to slightly laugh as you both see how you both are just sitting up in bed, not really wanting to shove the sheets aside and actually get up

• Him grabbing you over for a short moment and holding you tightly before mumbling into your hair that he’d love to stay in bed with you but once you’d lay back together again he’d never want to leave

• You both slowly and really reluctantly letting go of each other before eventually getting up and walking down the stairs to have breakfast and start the day together


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What’s With the Beard?

BUCKY BARNES x Plus Size Reader

A slice of life with bearded Bucky based on these two looks. 

Content: Fluff, very slight sexual mention

You haven’t seen Bucky in a week when he suddenly knocks on your door at four in the morning. You let him in, of course, because he is your boyfriend and you haven’t been able to spend time with him due to conflicting schedules. You’ve been talking, of course, but you missed having him around. So, when he takes your hand and practically drags you to your bedroom and immediately cuddles into you to fall asleep, you’re not paying much mind to the new look. But when you wake up… Wow.

Bucky’s had his hair cut since you two started dating a few months before, and he’s kept it short since then. He hasn’t been cleanshaven by any means (you’re honestly sure you’ve never seen his bare chin), but he’s never had this much facial hair before. Until right now, when his cheek is pressed against your chest and you can feel the scratch of the hair lightly through your thin t-shirt. You had woken up groggily around noon, with your eyes refusing to open all the way and chapped lips, and the first thing you had done was look down to the man clinging to your body. 

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In the Dead of Night

Anti wakes with a sick feeling in his stomach. Something is off about this morning. He looks over to JJ’s bed and realizes he’s gone already. Normally, Anti would disregard this as normal, but today, he feels something wrong. So he glitches to the kitchen, where his other brothers sit and eat.

Chase is the first one to look up, “Anti! You’re joining us for breakfast?”

Anti cautiously nods, maybe JJ is still in the shower. Marvin hands Anti a plate, smiling almost cautiously. Jackieboy watches Anti closely. Anti gets food and glitches to the table to sit. His brothers jump a little as he does. He sits down, and tries to ignore them eyeing him nonchalantly.

“So,” Marvin says, “What brings you out this morning? Usually you don’t eat with us unless you’re up to something.” Chase kicks him under the table, and Marvin exclaims, “Ow!”

Anti twitches nervously, “I’m not really sure. I woke up anxious this morning. Like something is wrong. Maybe I just had a bad dream I can’t remember.”

Chase nods and smiles a bit through a mouthful of food, “Maybe so.”

After a while, however, JJ still hasn’t emerged. Anti is not even the first to say something.

“Is JJ still in bed?” Jackieboy asks, “Usually he’s up by now.” His tone seems almost accusatory, but Anti’s mind is already racing.

“I thought he would be out here, and then I thought maybe he was in the shower.” Anti twitches faster.

“No,” Marvin says, “Henrik is still in his morning shower. He’s just starting hour two.”

Anti glitches from the table to his room, and the door soon busts open with his ego brothers rushing in. In his morning haze, Anti didn’t even notice the clean white envelope with the perfect cursive reading “Septic Egos”.

Anti rips open the envelope, and out drops a golden monocle. JJ’s monocle. Inside there is a letter that reads,

It’s easy to get the one that can’t scream for help.

Scent NSFW +18 only please

Originally posted by sinnertobesaint

                                     
Scent

Summary: That special mix has you weak in the knees.

Pairing: Jefferson x Reader

Characters: Jefferson, Reader, Mary Margaret, Ruby, Grace (mentioned), Emma (mentioned), OC (mentioned)

Setting: After the curse is broken

Rating: Mature, NWFS

Warnings: There be smut here no one under 18 please, bondage, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap that willie unless you want a little Billy or Mille),

Word count: 4,925 (so close but I couldn’t help it)

Notes: Written for the wonderful @angryachnauzer and @ursulaismymiddlename #If you go down to the woods today challenge I chose Jefferson from Once Upon a time and my theme will be Alpha. Set in the A/B/O verse. This is my first time writing Jefferson and A/B/O so I apologize if things are wrong and its utter crap.  

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Crappy that’s what your day has been just fucking crappy. Started early in the morning with your hair drier dying on you not a good thing for the dead of winter, lucky a nice warm fire burned bright with red and orange flames licking the bricks. Siting close enough letting your hair dry while reading a favorite book early morning sun light filtering in through the curtains. Thankful for being an early riser unlike your roommate who’s most likely still curled up warm in bed.

Thinking your day would look up from there but Karma had other ideas which came in the form of no coffee, or milk for breakfast. Checking your watch to see that you’ve got just enough time to stop off at Granny’s for a quick bite and a cup of Joe to go you scoop up purse and keys heading out the door.

“Y/N what brings you by this early sweetie?” Ruby calls from behind the counter a bright smile of her lush red lips.

Scowling slight and slipping onto a bar stool, “Forgot to buy coffee and milk,” the sullen tone has Ruby smiling and patting your hand.

“The usual then hun?” pulling out her pad to jot down what she remembered.

Shaking your head, “Just a quick sausage, egg and cheese sandwich with a large cream and sugar coffee to go please.”

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100 WAYS TO SAY “I LOVE YOU” | 41

Originally posted by got7official

Pairing: Jackson x Reader

Genre: Fluff, drabble

Word count: 906

100 ways to say “i love you” ➞ 41. “Go back to sleep.”

A/N: For all you fellow students out there struggling with exams and/or assignments and feeling that pressure yknow i see you

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Tom Holland - Four Simple Steps Part 2

this took me long and i have so many great ideas for this series that i know you guys will love!!!!!!! 

Part 1

shout out to @seoparker and @nycspidey for both editing this you guys are lovely!!!!!!!

requests are open:))

Originally posted by tomshollandss

i rolled over as my phone began to vibrate and harry’s face appeared on screen. i let out a sigh, looking over at the clock. it was seven o'clock, class started in about an hour or so. i grabbed my phone, answering with an exasperated sigh.

“hello” i said grumpily, shifting my body so my feet touched my floor. a shiver ran through me when my feet made contact with the cold wood.

“good morning darling” a voice that was definitely not harry’s rung through the phone. i let out a groan knowing who this was.

“tom what the hell do you want?” i grabbed a blanket wrapping it around my shoulders. i could hear him laugh, a sweet,
boyish laugh that sent a giddy feeling to my insides.

“well sleeping beauty, i’m asking you out for breakfast, be ready in ten minutes” tom didn’t even let me answer, the line went dead and i let myself fall back on my twin bed.

after a minute or two, i got up, putting my long y/h/c hair in a ponytail. i put on my white button down shirt and navy blue tie, as well as the navy blue school skirt. i rolled it up as an afterthought, since everyone does it. finally, i put on the white knee-high socks and black flats.

the school uniform wasn’t uncomfortable, but it’s a pain in the ass shaving my legs every three days. i was able to put on some mascara, then my phone buzzed.

unknown number:

here.

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Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game – Part 7 FINALE (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)

One must know the rules of the game, in order to come and play.

!! If you haven’t, please read the first two sagas in this series: MASQUERADE & Masquerade II !! [There will be spoilers if you read this story first.]

Summary: With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?

Jungkook x Reader x BTS member [Read on to find out who >:P] (ft. Jimin & Hoseok)
CEO au, Host au, Cop!Kook au
Fluff, Mild angst, & Smut

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 (Finale)

A/N: FINALLLYYYY! I PRESENT TO YOU THE LONG-AWAITED (and pretty insanely lengthy) FINALE TO THIS SERIES!! Thanks again for being so patient and supportive during a rough few weeks :) I placed a “Keep Reading” link so as usual if it isn’t opening, shoot me a message ~ Good luck & Enjoy!

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Originally posted by mrspreadinglegsjungkook

          You yawned and rolled over, feeling soft covers encompass your body as you did so. You smiled, silently praising Jungkook for not leaving you without a blanket. But the silent serenity you were experiencing was suddenly disrupted by the feeling of someone else shifting beside you, and a familiar yet unexpected grunt was heard shortly afterwards. Hurriedly, your eyes flew open and your hand had to clasp over your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming.

           There, in front of you, was none other than a shirtless Kim Namjoon.

           Your eyes widened, trying to make sure you were in fact, wide awake. And then, as you tried to piece together the current situation, vague fragments of last night began flitting into your consciousness. Slowly, trying not to make a noise or stir Namjoon awake, you grabbed your phone from the bedside table. Your hands sped across your keyboard angrily.

           Y/N: “WHY AM I IN BED WITH NAMJOON??!”

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