his curly hair is back

heaven

Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter
Warnings: swearing, alcohol
I can’t deny this was totally inspired by @sappypotter :)


Draco could hear the muffled voices through the thick, wooden door of his dorm. He was planning on staying in bed all night, but the voices from the common room kept getting louder and louder, and it was doubtable that Draco would get any sleep.

When he was sure of hearing Pansy’s cackling laugh from the next room, he finally decided to just go and join them. 

A small silence fell over everyone when the blonde boy entered. Draco quickly scanned the room, which consisted of: Blaise Zabini, who wore the usual smirk on his lips, but seemed truly surprised to see Draco; Pansy, short hair tickling her neck, her chin tilted up with her usual demeanor; Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, whose legs were tangled together affectionately, his arm hung loosely over her shoulders.

And last of the bunch, who probably looked the most out of place next to Draco himself, was none other than Harry Potter, who pushed his wire-framed glasses half an inch up his nose as he stared at Draco, along with everyone else.

They all sat in a circle on the floor of the Slytherin common room, which wasn’t rare, ever since McGonagall implemented the new house unity rules for their eighth year. Draco sucked in a breath and regretted coming out of his room.

He just wished Potter would stop staring at him. It made him want to fidget.

“Well, look who decided to join us!” Pansy said, and Draco could tell alone from the tone of her voice that she was a little drunk. It wasn’t until then that he noticed the bottle of firewhiskey in the center of the circle, and all of the plastic cups scattered around the five of them.

When Draco didn’t respond, Blaise said, “Are you gonna sit, Malfoy? Or stand there and continue to stare at us all night?”

Clearing his throat, Draco nodded and muttered,”Yeah, I’ll sit.” He then proceeded to plop down where the biggest gap was, which just happened to be in between Pansy and Harry.

“Well, pour him a drink, Blaise,” prompted Pansy, as Blaise was refilling his own cup. But before Blaise took out a new cup for Draco, Harry blurted, “He can have mine. I’m done for the night.”

Draco turned to look at the curly-haired boy, who was holding out his half-filled cup of firewhiskey, almost like a peace offering. Harry’s glasses had fallen back down his nose, and it took a lot of willpower for Draco not to lean over and adjust them himself.

He tried to think of some witty insult about Potter drugging him, but Draco couldn’t even think straight when his pale fingers brushed against Harry’s warm ones, through the exchanging of the cup.

“Oh,” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact. “Thanks.”

Draco turned back to face everyone, and he could practically feel Pansy’s stare digging into his skin. When he finally looked in her direction, she raised an eyebrow at him, her dark purple lips upturned into a suspicious smile.

She knew his secret. There was no getting past his best friend.

Draco took a big sip of the firewhiskey.

HIs eyes roamed around the room, which happened to be vacant saved for the six of them on the floor. Not many Hogwarts students returned the year after the war, and the majority of the ones that did weren’t very social.

Blaise began rambling about something Draco had no interest in, so he zoned out, his fingers wrapped tightly around his cup of alcohol that had previously belonged to Harry Potter.

What a weird turn of events his life had spiraled into. Less than a year ago, Draco was sure he was going to die in the Room of Requirement, when it was completely engulfed in hot flames during the battle.

He truly thought his life was over, but Harry Potter, dirt-streaked and sweat-stained, swooped in on a broomstick and carried Draco to safety.

And ever since that horrid day, Draco hadn’t been able to completely wipe Potter’s face from his mind.

The only sounds present were the fire crackling in the fireplace and Blaise’s smooth voice, rambling on about Merlin knows what. Draco practically jumped a foot into the air when he felt a hand on his left arm.

“Sorry,” Harry whispered, flicking something onto the carpet with the hand that had just grazed Draco. “You had a thread on your sweater.”

Trying to remain calm and ignore the heart palpitations inside his chest, Draco cleared his throat and mumbled, “It’s okay. Thanks.”

Was it a sin that, after that, all he wanted that night was for Harry to touch him again?

~~~~~

Within a matter of hours, the night had unraveled into an unnerving game of Truth or Dare. 

After about five minutes, Ron had ended up without a shirt and Pansy had already shared a very detailed account of her last date with a girl she’d been seeing. Draco’s blood felt as if it were boiling with anxiety under his skin, and he wished he could just rewind the past couple of hours and retreat back to his warm bed. 

But he couldn’t escape. “Truth or dare, Draco?” Pansy’s voice rang, dripping in sugar and venom.

The alcohol was blurring Draco’s thoughts slightly, but he was still very aware of the close proximity in which Harry was sitting, cross-legged, next to him.

He thought he had dodged a bullet when he answered, “Dare.” He didn’t want to deal with facing his secrets head on in front of everyone.

Pansy’s lips curled upward into a grin, and Draco’s stomach did flips. “I dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the room.”

Fuck.

Everyone else hummed a collective, “Ooooh,” as Draco was forced to face this challenge (which he had never signed up for in the first place).

In attempts to play it safe, Draco moved toward his right - toward Pansy, whom he had always thought of to be nice to look at. But mostly because he hoped she would just help him out with the situation at hand.

It didn’t work, because Pansy leaned backward and Blaise blurted out, “Oh please, Draco, we all know you’re about as straight as the sky is red.”

Ron snickered, and Draco saw Hermione try to hide her smile as well, as she buried her face into Ron’s sweater. He shot them a look with daggers in his eyes before waiting for a reaction from Harry, which never came.

It was at this precise moment that Draco decided to down the rest of the firewhiskey in his cup, as the rest of the eighth-years stared him down. Draco needed as much courage he could possible get if he was going to do what he was about to do.

In one swift movement, Draco threw his empty plastic cup to the floor, scooped Harry Potter’s face into his hands, and kissed him hard on the mouth.

Harry was taken aback, naturally, and Draco felt the brunette’s whole body go rigid. Draco just kissed him harder, because he knew this may be his only chance - he’s never have the right confidence to do this again.

Draco was finally about to pull away, when Harry seemed to regain control of his body and began to kiss him back.

Draco felt like melting right then and there, and he probably would have if it weren’t for the fact that Harry’s face was sitting in his hands. The golden boy’s own hands made their way to Draco’s blonde hair, and it felt like…

Heaven. That was the only word Draco could think of as the two boys moved their lips against one another’s. He wasn’t even religious, but that’s exactly what it felt like to Draco - heaven.

It was sloppy, and wet, and utterly wonderful.

When it was finally over, they pulled away and just stared at each other, for what felt like a lifetime.

The common room was dead silent, as Pansy, Blaise, Hermione, and Ron stared in complete surprise and fascination. Draco had nearly forgotten he had an audience - no, they, had an audience.

Draco wasn’t sure any of them would ever speak again until Blaise finally whispered, “Damn,” his voice sounding low and raspy.

That’s when Draco finally ripped his eyes from Harry’s and looked around at the spectators, who stared back looking quite dumbfounded.

No one had probably ever expected none other than Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy to bump lips, let alone be in the same room and not at each other’s throats.

When Draco looked back at Harry and his forest-green eyes, he was met with Potter’s crooked yet beautiful grin staring him in the face.

Things had changed - Draco could feel it in the air, and certainly in the tingle of his lips. He smiled back at the curly-haired boy. Draco was ready for a change.

He was right

Hellooo lovelies! Here’s something a little different. Really hope you enjoy! All the love, B xx

Originally posted by hryhoney

The pop pop pop of the corn exploding and turning into white crunchy popcorn invades his ears and the sickening smell of the caramel he’s stirring on a small pan on the stove top invades his nostril and make him roll his eyes - you’ve always been addicted to caramel popcorn and he never understood why. He always told you it was too sweet for his taste and he couldn’t eat more than a handful but you… you could eat it until the bowl was empty and you had sticky fingers and smacking lips.

Mixing everything into the silver bowl you said was designated to your popcorn addiction, he makes way for your bedroom, where the two of you are setting up to watch a movie for the night.

“What’s that smell?” You yell and you sound… disgusted. He’s ten feet away from the door and he sniffs, trying to find what’s the smell you’re talking about but still, the only thing he can smell is the caramel from the popcorn in his hand.

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Something New | NSFW

Summary: You’ve been putting it off, but you finally asked your boyfriend about something you’ve been wanting to try.

Characters: Reader x Tom Holland

Warnings: NSFW, smut, cursing, light B*SM

Word Count: 1,525

A/N: Read if you’re only 18+. This is my first time, dabbling into this, so take that into consideration. Yeah, the D is censored to keep it out of the tag. How about that LSB though??? Anyways, enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated.


You had been dating your boyfriend, Tom, for about a year now. Everything was great with him. You both had learned to love long distance and he would always come and visit you on his days off, and vice versa. You always looked forward to the days off because that meant lying in bed with him — naked. You just loved feeling vulnerable with him and cuddling, but on other days, you guys wouldn’t stop. It was heaven for you, but you wanted to try something different the next time you saw him — that was this weekend. Tom would be coming home after a long press tour for his new movie and would have two weeks off in London. You were going to bring it up to him and hope it wouldn’t scare him away.

You heard a knock on your door and you opened it to a messy, curly hair, tired, brown eyed boy with bags on his back and feet. You smiled and kissed him softly, and helped him with his things into your apartment. You didn’t speak to him. You knew he was exhausted. After he put everything down, he approached you and just hugged you. This was typical and you both would just hold each other in embrace for a while.

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THE HOT GUY AT THE CLUB (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: Bellamy x reader where reader is friends with Octavia and one night the reader goes to a club and has sex with a really hot guy. The next day she goes to Octavia’s house and Octavia is thrilled because her older brother, whom you have never met, is finally back from college. You realize bellamy is the guy you hooked up with. Smut pls


The music was loud and his body was close. As you danced to the track blaring through the speakers, you felt the stranger’s fingers pressing into your hips from behind. And you loved it. 

You turned around, coming face to face with the boy who said hi at the bar a few minutes ago. He looked down at you and the smile he gave you nearly made you collapse. He was beautiful and the way he started a conversation so easily felt comfortable and natural. 
The hot sweaty bodies dancing around pushed you into his arms and the two of you danced closer under the flickering of the club lights. After getting to his house, everything was a blur of bare bodies and daring touches. 

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Star (Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader)

Words: 4000+

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sex, ?

A/N: an anon requested a poly!hamilsquad x reader soulmate au and i had no idea how to do it so it’s been in my inbox for like a month. im so sorry i took so long ;-; i never posted this late (or early before so enjoy!)


“Y/N, for crying out loud, aren’t you the tiniest bit curious as to who it might be? I mean, come on, you have an incomplete triangle on your wrist!” Angelica said, trying to pull up your sleeve. You swatted her hand away, pushing it back down. She always pestered you about the mark on your wrist. Since she does not have one of her own, she tells you that she lives vicariously through you.

There were only a handful of people in the world that had markings on their skin. It was what scientists called soulmate links, people you were meant to be with. Unfortunately for you, and this was your opinion, you hated being one of the few to have it. You didn’t believe in people “meant to be together”, and would rather just find someone that you loved for who they are, not what your skin says.

And the mark on your wrist was so small, it could just be a birthmark.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, do you consider Dan's hair to be blonde or brown? Or even bronde?

Hi.

His natural hair is curly haired brown.

a mop of curls I adore… (and want back…lol)

Like sweet Nick Guest

Originally posted by haslemere

or dashing Edward Ferrars

Originally posted by hugetinymistakes

but as he said he was asked to “go blonde” for Downton (thank you for that…) 

Originally posted by haslemere

..but even that slid sometimes into that “bronde” you called….but it’s the blonde we love…

Originally posted by tonal-gleeson

oh sweetie…I love that quote considering what’s in store in the rest of his career…

namely this look

BadAss Dan in The Guest. Yes thanks Adam Wingard  for knowing that we wanted the cool as ice blonde look… and erm…the rest

Originally posted by orotundmutt

And so these days he moves between all three looks… depending on project and whether he’s home with time off…the more time off he has…the more brown his hair becomes… lol. I love them all…  yes even the hat look

He’s filming Apostle now (thus the clean shaven look in those fan pics and now a scruff as he’s got a few days off)…. the hair is looking good… I think his publicists etc prefer he stick to the blonde/brown scruff look just to maintain a single image because it can get jarring when he goes from this

to this

Originally posted by danstevensnews

This

Originally posted by haslemere

or that…

so let’s love all the Dan looks… eh?

I particularly love this one… but then why wouldn’t I? I took it…lol

as Jessica Chastain says… He’s

Everything You Wish For

Lafayette x Reader

Note: So I redid this fic, everything that was there before is still in there, but now there is more to it and I am so much happier than I was before. Please, please let me know what you think about this version of the fic. Thank you to @patron-saintof-sluts for letting me bounce my ideas off her and for proofreading, also to @butlinislin for proofreading it as well.

Warnings: a creepy old guy who doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself, that’s about it I think? (I don’t even think there is a swear in there)

Word Count: 6,962

Tagged: @a-schuylerr @tallish-hobbit @hamiltonsquills @rottwat @iamgrayfox @justanotherone2u@angesansnom @lupinschocolatefrog @butlinislin @eternallyademon @i0do0not0knoe@iamindeedapotato @tailored-shirt-tails @ordinaryornate @star-trek-supernatural @femilton@noluckmonday @haletotheking24 @fanfrickinhamiltasticimagines @stillcooli0 @hamilbroke@simply-daveed @bandsareprettycooliguess @angelica-s @kanadianwithashippingproblem @pixies-shitposts @justanotherfandomjunkie

Feedback is always appreciated


It all started like any other regular day at that bookstore you’ve been working at since your junior year of college. You liked working in the bookstore, it gives you the chance to be surrounded by the thing you love most every day and it’s not such a bad job. The pay isn’t horrible, it at least keeps you afloat until you’re able to use your brand new college degree to get yourself a better job, to make a career.

The first time you met him, it was a warm Thursday morning. You could tell from the first glance that he had money. His suit, that clung so perfectly to his lean body, was obviously expensive. His thick curly hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the top of his head, his beard was so perfectly trimmed that you wouldn’t be surprised if he had someone do it for him and to top it off he had a gorgeous smile.

“Excuse me miss?” he asked, his thick French accent just as much of a shock as his incredible good looks. “I uh, I heard you have a lot of French books here, where can I find them?”

“Oh yeah they’re in the back corner over there,” you pointed towards the back corner of the store and he flashed you his gorgeous smile.

“Merci.”

You watched him go, staring at his tight, toned ass framed perfectly in his immaculately tailored trousers before he disappeared behind one of the rows of books.

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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.10

Originally posted by disconected-of-this-world

                                                   Part T E N 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 4.5k +

A/N: ahhh im sorry in advanced! this isnt extremely jealous!cal but it is there! i hope you all arent disappointed in me ahaa i really hope ya’ll enjoy this and please get it to 100 notes, as usual ! xx

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]

                                                    I M A G I N E 

Dublin, 19:35 P.M. 

The Jeep full of you and the band finally began pulling over by a large home. It was lovely from the outside, seeming lavish with beautiful stone tiles and sugarcane plants. But it was extremely lively with bodies hanging around it, music blasting from the windows, and lights of all sorts beaming out. 

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UNDERWEAR, TREE HOUSE AND BIRTHDAY || J. JONES X READER SMUT

It was midnight. The night was young and so were people and their loved ones who went further into the woods.

The endless night sky was filled with lost stars. She was gazing up at them as he carried her. The tall trees surrounded them. The leaves hushed a soft melody into the wind. The cold breeze kissed their hair and the nightingtales seemed to sing s sweet lovely music. The forest was indeed a place for a love and he bought her there to define her what love is to him.

Fram afar, she saw a tall tree and high above a house sat. It was a tree house.
A staircase was waiting at the foot of the tree which lead all the way to the house.

With herself in his arms, he walked up the stairs all the way to the top. The house was beautiful. He brought her down on her feet and she gasped at the sight of the view revealed before her.

Everything was seen from there. The trees clouded near the afar and beyond the horizon was the Blossoms Mansion and from there she could see the party is still going on.

She couldn’t hear the music but it was comfortably silent where she was.

Jughead was right. It did feel like home for her.

“It’s beautiful” she muttered under her breath, still mesmerized.

Jughead looked at her. “Yes,” she replied. “Very beautiful.”

Then she felt it. Tingles were crawling under her skin as she felt his lips kissing her neck. He stood behind her, his hands brushing against her bare arms.

Almost instantly, she gave his lips an open access and her back melted against his chest. He kissed down the back of her neck, leaving a trail of sweet wetness in his wake.

“Jug.” she moaned.

Growling, he turned her around and ravaged his lips, savoring her taste. In one swift movement he lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around his hips clinging to him lika a kitten.

He swallowed her soft moans and walked into the room. He knelt in front of the bed which she didn’t notice before and sat her down on the surface.

He kept kissing her, showing her how good he was with his sinful lips. His hand on the bsck of her head unraveled the knot of her hair and it rolled down her back in curly waves. He gripped her hair in his hand and tipped her head back as he hissed down her throat.

Pulling back, he raised the hem of her dress upward and gently pulled it over her head, leaving her naked.
He growled lowly, eyes darkening. Her ample breats spilled out as if offering to him.

He lowered his head and sucked on a pink nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak, making her lose her mind. His other hand fondled her other breast and her fingers come running through his hair and down his shoulders.

He sucked on each bosom giving a fair pleasure to her heaving chest. After this, he pulled away from her for a mere moment, throwing off his clothes, and stood there naked in front of her. He was so beautiful.
She crawled backwards on the bed as he crawled towards her.

Hovering over her “You’re not wearing an underwear,” he whispered huskily into her ear.

She didn’t say anything but he could feel her arousal.
He put his weight in his arms and descended his lips to the crock of her neck. “You were expecting me to punish you for not wearing any underwear, Princess?”

“N-No”

“Then why. Tell my baby” he demanded, darting his tongue out and sucking on tje sweet spot he had found on her neck.

She trembled uder his touch and moaned his name our loud. Fondling her breasts, he pulled back slightly and looked at her closed eyes.

“Tell me”

“I… I didn’t have anymore left” she admitted, blushing furiously.

He grinned evilly and lifted her legs over his arms opening her legs wide, he lowered his lips in her pussy and made her scream out his name in pleasure. She arched her back and gripped the sheets in her hands.

“Jug-Oh, God”

He drove her crazy - insane. His tongue lapped up her juices and thrust in and out of her making her world quiver and shatter. Soon she was falling apart and he watched her intently.

He licked after every last bit of her release and hovered above her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, leaning down to kiss her deeply. His erection brushed against her core and it send tingles all the way to her toes. She moaned and arched her back , pressing her chest against him.

“I’m going to take you now, Princess,” he warned stroking her cheek. “I’m claiming you as mine”

She nodded

“Say it” he growled

“Yes,” she moaned, feeling his erection pressing against her “I’m yours Jug”

Gently he thrust his length into her. She was too tight and that left him going still. He gritted his teeth abd clenched his jaw tightly. He waited for her to adjust until he felt her legs tightening around him and her fingernails tearing in his back silently asking for more.

He pulled out and thrust into her again. Slowly. Gently. He latched his lips on hers and swallowed her moans as he kept gently thrusting into her tight core.

“Tight,” he grunted, pulling hack slightly and looking at her face. “Fuck, Princess” he cursed. “You like that?”

She moaned her response, fingernails clutching on his back.

His thrusts went faster. Harder. Deeper.

He growled lowly and buried his face at the crock of her neck. He licked her sweet spot and grazed his teeth against the love bite he painted upon her skin.

Just then he felt her walls tightening around him. She was coming. With one last deep thrust, she came undone and he fell apart, after her. He held her tight as she milked him.

“There tou go,” he murmured to her neck
“Breathe, Princesses”

She took a deep breath and her walls tightened tightly around him instinctively when she felt him slowly pulling out.

“Fuck” he cured silently. He pulled out of her and cupped her face “Baby, did I hurt you?”

She smiled lazily as if feeling sleepy.
“No,” she whispered “I’m fine”

“Good”
She frowned then blushed once she saw the evil smirk playing on his sinful lips and the way his eyes flashed something darker - something sinful.

He chuckled lowly when he was the horror on her face “Don’t worry,Princess” he assured. “There will be next time”

She relaxed. He laid down beside her and pulled her against his side, pulling the sheets over their naked bodies. She snuggled into his arms and sighed dreamly.

He kissed the top of her neck “I love you, Princesses”

She looked at him “I love you too” she murmured and kissed him softly on the lips.

Suddenly he pulled away from her and stood up. She watched in utter confusion as he went towards the dark corner of the room. His naked body shone under the moonlight and she flushed slightly seeing her claw marks visible in his back.

When he come back, she sat up and the sheets feel on her waist revealing her breasts. He sat up on the bed and placed a box in front of her.

It was a gift. She covered her face with her hand and l looked at him almost bursting in tears. She didn’t think she could love this man more than she already did.
She raised in her knees and threw her arms around his neck
“Thank you so much”
“Happy birthday love”

Almost immediately, she puled away from him and excidely untied the ribbon that sealed the gift. Once the box was opened, she looked inside it and gasped.

She looked at him and reddened.
“Brand new panties?”


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Hot For Teacher [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Character: Rick Grimes

Word Count: 4,022

Prompt/Summary: High School/University AU 

Warnings: Smut, Language, Dirty Talk, Taboo Relationship, Unprotected Sex

Note: I’m baaacccckkkk! Sorry, it took me so long to start writing again, this pesky thing called real life kept getting in the way. Anyway, here is some STRAIGHT UP FILTH for @such-a-common-girl ‘s 1K Writing Challenge. Congrats Ana! No one deserves 1K more than you, girl! Enjoy!

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Crazy In Love

Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: Reader catches the eye of a curious Poe Dameron.

Warnings: Oral smut, Unprotected Smut (please use protection though aghh), cursing

A/N: This is inspired by the 50 Shades of Grey version of Crazy in Love by Beyoncé. Yes, I know shame on me for these thoughts.

I do not own anything!!!

Originally posted by roguepodron

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Peg’s Flowers (Laurens x Reader)

Words: 2100+

Request:  CAN I HAVE A FLUFFY SOULMATE AU WITH LAURENS!!! WHERE THEY HAVE A TATTOO OF THE FIRST WORDS THEIR OTHER HALF SAYS TO THEM!!!! PRETTY PLEASE MY LOVE! ❤❤❤ @predomina-buna

Warnings: None, just fluff my dudes

A/N: i wrote this in a hour so im hope it’s halfway decent, enjoy! and i havent wrote any soulmates so i hope i did this right??


“Well, you’re pretty beautiful.”

Those were the words on your skin. Those were the words that your soulmate would say to you. Overall, it was quite uncommon to see soul mates together. Most people gave up on the idea, marrying someone other than their soulmate. But you, on the other hand, were determined to find them, whomever they may be. But every time you looked at those words, you worried that you would never find them. That you would never experience seeing and hearing your soulmate for the first time.

And it was killing you.

You worked at a flower shop, across the street from an office building. Some days, you would encounter customers whom worked in that building. A lot of them told you about their jobs, some more than others. As you were unlocking the door to the shop, your boss, Peggy Schuyler, sneaked up behind you.

“Y/N! Why are you coming in so early?” She asked, perky as always. You smiled at her, unlocking the door. You held open the door for her, and she bounced in with you.

“There’s a big order for flowers that came in yesterday. I just have to make sure everything is ready for the delivery.” She nodded, sitting on top of the counter. You rolled your eyes at her, smiling softly.

Peggy was the most energetic boss you’ve ever had. She didn’t seem to be too concerned about sales or anything that seemed too troubling to her. She always called you her boss, saying that this place would not run without you. You didn’t mind, since being around flowers all day was pleasant. As you cleaned up the shop, she grabbed a flower, sniffing it.

“You know, Y/N, you’re amazing. You keep up with this stuff more than I do.” She winked at you, helping you fix up the shop. The hours in the shop were short, opening at 7am and closing at 2 in the afternoon. Honestly, this was the best job you’ve ever had. And she paid you more than what you needed. You even told her that she gave you too much, but she shook her head at you, saying that you were her best employee.

Oh, by the way, you were the only employee.

“Did you go and see your boyfriend yesterday? You were talking about how excited you were to see the movie.” You said, fixing a display. You grabbed the order form, and began filling it. She nodded, giggling.

“Herc brought me to a restaurant afterwards. He’s so sweet.” She has a dreamlike gaze in her eyes, and you smiled at her, feeling a small emotion called jealously full your heart.

Peggy was one of the lucky ones. She bumped into her soulmate on the way to her shop. She almost dropped flowers that she was carrying, but Herc helped her, asking if she was alright. And that’s how they knew. It was a love story unlike any other; they were complete opposites, she was all smiles and laughter, and he was loud and sorry to say, obnoxious. But the look on her eyes when they were together told you that they were meant to be.

“When you get married, you better invite me.” You teased, winking at her. She blushed, putting her face in her hands.

“I’m so nervous, Y/N. What if Mull doesn’t want to marry me? What if this whole thing is a dream and I’m actually a single, lonely Peggy.”

“Trust me, this is real, Peg. And I could tell he’s ready to be with you forever. Did you forget that you were soulmate? You’re meant to be, And the universe picked for the two of you to be together. Don’t worry about it.” She beamed at you, running to the back of the store. You noticed her trip over her feet, but she caught herself, continuing to run to the back.

She’s an interesting woman.

The bell pinged, indicating a customer walking in. You glanced up, seeing a man with straight brown hair walking in. He wore a dark green suit, looking around the shop. You greeted him. “Good morning, sir. How can I help you?” He looked at you, his brown eyes meeting yours. He gave you a warm smile.

“Oh. Hi. I’m just looking for lilies. My wife is kind of stressed, since we have four kids at home. I wanted to give her something to remind her that I love her. And her favorite flower is lilies.” You nodded, guiding him to the white lilies. He smelled the flower, then looked at you. “Do you ever smell anything but plant when you sniff flowers?” You laughed.

“Actually sir, I do. Yes, they do smell like plants. But certain ones have a sweet plant smell that I just love. But yes, plant smell.” He chuckled.

“Can I get two dozen of these?” You raised your eyebrow, and he shrugged. “She’s the love of my life, so there’s no limit for her. Have you met your-“ He glanced at the black tattoo on your arm, and stopped talking. “Sorry.”

“No biggie.” You replied, smiling.

The people who have met their soulmate have their tattoos faded into a light red, still permanently on their skin. You already knew he was telling about his, since you noticed the color peeking out of his sleeve. He smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

You took two dozen lilies off the shelf, and as you were packing them, you told him how to care for them properly. You heard Peggy come out of the back, her grin widening when she saw the man. “Alexander!” She squealed, running into his arms. The man, you now knew as Alexander, widened his eyes, and pulled her into his arms.

“Peggy! How are you?”

“I’m well. I thought you knew this was my flower shop? Didn’t Eliza tell you?” He shook his head.

“Eliza told me you owned one, but I didn’t know which. I should have noticed, since it does say Peg’s Flowers.” He joked. She laughed, then glanced at you.

“Oh! This is Y/N, Alex. She’s the manager and my only employee. She pretty much runs this place, I just do the accounting.” She smiled, and Alex held out his hand. You took it, and shook his once. “Without her, I think nothing would get done.”

“Well then, thank you for dealing with Peggy.” He said smiling at you. You shook your head.

“Peggy’s the best boss I’ve had. I’m sure I should be the one thanking her.” As they talked, you packed the flowers, making sure that everything was okay. After you were finished, Alex handed you cash, in which Peggy quickly took away. You raised your eyebrow. “Peggy, that’s two dozen.”

“Anything for my brother-in-law. But if you come back, Alex, you’ll have to pay.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“I’ll pay now. I have no problem with doing so Pegs.”

She refused to let him pay, ushering him out the shop. Once she went into the back, Alexander quickly came back in, handing you the money. You thanked him, giving him the change. He waved bye to you, running out into the day. You continued to fill the big order, finishing just in time for the customer to come in.

You looked up again, seeing a group of men walk in. One was taller than the rest, his curly hair pulled back into a bun. Lafayette.  As he was speaking to his friends, you noticed a distinct accent. There was another almost as tall, wearing a light gray hat and was bulky. Hercules. The shortest one, had a freckled face, his wavy hair pulled back into a ponytail. This was one you didn’t know, so you kept your eye on him. They all wore suits, so you assumed that they were coming from the office building just across the street.

“Good morning, love.” Lafayette said, winking at you. He already found his soulmate as well, the red bright on is dark skin.

“Good morning to you!” You said, smiling. “How can I help you?” You asked.

“We ordered flowers yesterday, for a proposal.” He said. “Well, it’s not mine, it’s this fellow right here.” He pointed at Herc, and Herc winked at you. You rolled your eyes.

Why would you but flowers for your future fiancée at her own shop? “Nice job, Herc. That’s the smartest idea you’ve ever had.” He frowned.

“You know, Y/N, I feel like I sense some sarcasm in your voice. How dare you treat me this rudely.” He crossed his arms in mock anger. You stuck your tongue at him, taking the flowers out of the back. You heard the smaller one talking to the others, and you heard your name in the conversation. You walked back with the flowers, frowning.

“You know, it’s rude to speak about someone when they’re not in the room.” You said to the freckled man, which then, his smile grew, looking at you. His eyes twinkled, and you wondered what his problem was.

“Well, you’re pretty beautiful.”

You almost dropped the flowers in your hand, looking at him. He smiled, showing the words on his forearm. You looked at it, seeing the words that you just said glowing on his. You looked down at your, seeing the words glowing as well. “You’re my soulmate.” You whispered. He smiled, helping you with the flowers in your hands. Your fingers brushed against one another’s, and you felt that spark that people talked about.

“And you’re my soulmate. Nice to meet you, I’m John Laurens.” He placed the flowers in his friend’s hands, holding out his to you. You touched his, feeling the warmth going up your arm. “Wow, so this is how it feels, to finally be with the one.” You noticed that his arm was shaking, probably from his nerves. You didn’t blame him, you were still shocked as well.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you as well.” You replied, smiling shyly at him. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, since he was the person you were supposed to be with for the rest of your days. You heard a laugh from Herc, his grin almost cracking his face.

“Wow, Laurens and Y/N? I should have guessed this before.” You sighed, your hand still in Laurens’s. You took it out, unwillingly. He laughed, touching the back of his neck.

“Do you want to go somewhere?” He asked, “I mean, after work. Do you want to get some coffee?” You nodded.

“I would love that, but I’m paying.” You replied, and he shook his head.

“No, you’re not, I am.”

“Are we having our first argument already, John?” You said, joking in your voice. He laughed, it now becoming the most beautiful melody you’ve ever heard. Lafayette and Herc coughed.

“This is how it feels to be a third wheel? Wow, now I know what Laurens has been talking about,” Herc mumbled, his frown becoming wider once he saw Peggy running out of the back. She jumped in his arms (that’s seems to be her usual greeting), and kissed his lips. Lafayette looked at the flowers in his hand, then back at Laurens and you. You quickly took the flowers away from him, placing it back on the counter.

“Babe!” She squealed as Herc put kisses all over her face. After a couple of seconds of this, you sighed. Laurens looked at you, a warm gleam in his eyes.

“That’ll be us soon enough.” He said, and you blushed. He placed his hand in yours, rubbing it softly. Peggy was finally out of Herc’s arms, and looked at the two of you together. Her eyes widened at the contact, and she leaped happily.

“You and Laurens? I should have guessed!” You smiled at the same phrase that Herc just said, come out of her mouth. She pulled the two of you into a group hug, kissing both of your cheeks. You laughed at her excitement as she pulled away.

“Go and get some coffee! Get anything! I’ll be here to watch the shop, don’t worry. Wait, you know what, take the next few days off. That’ll give you a chance to know each other more!” She said happily, looking at the two of you.

She really was the best boss you’ve ever had.

“Are you sure, Peggy? I don’t want to leave you alone here.” She shook her head, pushing you out the door with Laurens. After she left you two outside, Laurens looked down at you.

“Coffee or Brunch?” He asked, entwining his fingers with yours. You felt a swell of emotion, looking at him. His freckles shined in the morning light, and you hoped soon that you’d be able to memorize how many he actually had.

His smile was contagious, making you break into a grin as well. You bit your lip, looking out into the street.

“Brunch.”

i have 0 chill.  i have no idea how to write anything less than 4k words.  why can’t i write anything casually.  i hope you guys enjoy this because i have been agonizing over it all week lmao.

title: un peu, beaucoup, passionnément
fandom: hamilton
pairing: laf x reader
rating: m for smut
word count: 6981

Hi! Maybe a fic where you’re Laf’s one night stand and when you wake up and are about to leave and John and the other boys offer you some breakfast. You become part of the Hamilsquad and there’s a lot more sexual tension between you and Laf until the squad intervenes and you both admit your feelings for each other and more smut ensues.

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@alexairwin requested a Disney!Luke imagine!!

I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to get this up.

Sorry I’m really bad at making imagines short so this will have two(if not more parts). Anyways, love you guys enjoy.

Rated:G

You hang up the towels that are all thrown around the room, making sure the bed was all made up. All while watching the clock that never seemed to move during your shift.

You hated complaining about your job because when you told people you worked at Disneyland almost everyone thought it was cool. But being a maid at one of the most popular parks in America was quite opposite.

People left their rooms in horrible shape but if everyone cleaned up after themselves you’d be out of a job. You just wish not everyone’s room was so disgusting.

“Oh, um.” Someone says behind you.

You squeal slightly, being caught off guard.

You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t hear anyone came in. It’s pretty awkward when someone comes in and you’re cleaning their room.

You twirl around, “I’m so sorry. I’ll get out of your way.”

You cough slightly, still getting over a cold.

The boy who you came face to face with was quite attractive which made you even more embarrassed.

He stared at you, as most people do when they find someone in their room. His blue eyes watching you intensely as you pick up your cleaning supplies.

“So you’re the one who’s been coming in here while I’m gone and making my bed. I thought his place really was magic and was cleaning itself up.” He speaks.

His obvious accent making you curious to find out where he is from. You laugh at his attempt to pull a joke.

He smiles proudly, he thinks you are beautiful . Much too pretty to be a maid. He also wonders how old you are because you barely look old enough to have a job.

“That’s me.” You smile, tucking a piece of hair that had fallen from your braids.

“What’s your name?” He asks.

“Y/N.” You reply, sniffling a bit, this cold is very persistent.

You can’t afford to stay home even a day. You still live with your parents and work because they would lose their house otherwise.

You liked sticking around to make sure everyone was okay anyways.

“Well I’m Luke. It’s nice to meet you.” You wipe your nose with the cuff of your sleeve. “Are you sick?”

You nod, “Yeah, just the tail end of a cold. I’m okay though.”

Luke watches your mouth as you talk. Your full pink lips mesmerizing him.

“Well then you should be at home resting.” He smiles, still looking at your lips.

“Yeah.” You giggle, glancing down. “Well I’ll see you around.”

You smile at him once more before heading to the next room.

Your day changed after meeting Luke. You had more of a bounce in my step. The day passes quickly and you hoped you would see him again.
*
The next morning you wake up, still feeling under the weather. This cold is just clinging on.

“You’re needed in 402.” Your boss says without looking up as soon as you walk in.

You sigh, usually if you are needed this early in the morning it’s not pretty.

You grab some basic cleaning things, lots of disinfectant. The closer you get to the room you realize it’s where you had your encounter with Luke.

You really hope he didn’t completely trash the room because because that would completely change you view on him.

You knock on the door and it almost immediately swings open.

Luke’s smiles is bright and he is fully dressed.

“Ah, y/n I was hoping they would send you!” He says.

His blue eyes are soft as he glances at you.

You smile back at him, switching back and forth on your feet awkwardly. “So, did you need me to do something for you?”

He comes to realization that you are just standing in the hallway holding cleaning supplies. He stands to the side motioning for you to come in.

You walk in and the room is clean, cleaner that even you left it yesterday.

“I remember how you were saying- well you said you weren’t feeling well so…” He can’t seem to find the right words so he just motions.

You see a table with tea and a kettle of hot water.

“I didn’t know what kind you liked so I got you chamomile, and earl gray and even some berry kind. I don’t know.” He smiles and you laugh.

“Luke, this is so sweet.” You smile, setting down your cleaning supplies.

What did you do to get this boy to do something like this. You had guests leave nice gifts for you but never anything like this. This was so thoughtful and he was being so sweet.

“I also told them my toilet was acting up so it would probably take you awhile.” Luke scratches the back of his neck.

He pulls out a chair for you, “Please sit down.” He says.

You felt horrible, you didn’t want to leave your coworkers to do all the work while you had tea with a cute boy. Maybe if it were just a couple minutes.

You sit in the chair and he nicely pushes his chair in.

You decide minty tea sounds nice. The water is so warm it soothes your throat.

Luke pours himself a cup as well.

“So where are you from?” You make conversation.

Accents have always intrigued you, you loved knowing where people were from. Probably because you’ve always wanted to get out of California, even America.

“Australia. I’m here with some mates on a holiday.” He says.

You nod, a vacation sounds nice but out of everywhere they could have gone why here?

“Are you having fun? Why aren’t you out enjoying the rides while you can?” You ask him.

It is still early morning but the rides opened over an hour ago. Instead of going out on a nice day he is sitting with you instead.

“I just was thinking about how you weren’t feeling well and I hate working when I’m sick.” He shrugs.

You two talked yesterday afternoon. You would have thought he’d forgotten all about it.

He makes conversation by asking about your favorite rides and if you come here with your family much.

You don’t go into detail but your parents don’t have much money to spend on stuff like Disneyland. Sure you get a good discount working here but even that’s too much.

He seems to want to talk about you, asking you about your favorite animal and color. He wanted to know what you did for fun and other fun places to do around California.

You were having such a good conversation by the time you came to your senses and looked at the clock an hour had passed. You stumble to your feet.

“Oh my. I have to go.” You scramble to gather all of your cleaning supplies you arrived with. “Thank you so much, Luke. You are very thoughtful.”

He stands to his feet to see you off.

“Wait.” He says as you are halfway out the door.

He puts his hand on your arm and you look down at it. His warm hand tingling on your skin.

You glance up at his face and the electric blue of his eyes is just sunning, it almost takes your breath away.

“I-i want to see you again.” He stutters, looking down at the ground as he confesses.

It is then you realize how good looking he his. His long hair is curly and is pushed back out of his eyes. He has magnificent eyebrows and his lips are so full and pink.

A smile crosses your features, you are still in such amazement you’ve caught the attention of this beautiful boy.

“I get off at 5. I’ll meet you here.” You say before slipping from him grip and out the door.

Say My Name

Dan was upstairs in the office working on a video and Phil was away; so tonight, me and my boyfriend would play. I stood admiring myself in the full length mirror within Dan’s bedroom; I was wearing nothing but a new sultry black lace set from Agent Provocateur that I had treated myself to, although by extension it was a gift for Dan too. It emphasized my curves perfectly, accentuating all the best assets. Usually, Dan dominated in the bedroom as my domineer swayed to innocent and submissive, to which I was happy with because I enjoyed being at his whim and I knew he got a great amount of pleasure from it. Although, I love to be dominant too and Dan was yet to see this side of me, so tonight, the tables would be turned; tonight was when I surprised my baby with how I could be dominant like Daddy.

To hide myself and keep this a secret from Dan for now, I threw on one of his hoodies that drowned me due to his tall frame contrasting heavily with my petite one. I looked at myself again in the mirror, giving myself a once over and finally deciding to make my way upstairs to the office. As I climbed the stairs and drew closer to the ajar door, I could hear Dan sighing with frustration from what I presume was an editing error. I pushed the door open slightly, wrapping one hand around the frame and placing my head in at an angle.

“Hey,” I said softly. One of Dan’s hands was resting on his chin, the other the mouse, and his nonchalant expression suggested that he was deep in focus and couldn’t hear me.

“Hey.” I repeated, this time at little louder. Dan swung round in his desk chair and greeted me with a smile.

“Hey, come in. Sorry, I’m just trying to get this video done but it’s just proving to be shit,” I walked into the messy office and stood next to the desk, sitting on the edge slightly, placing my arms behind me. I watched him as he drew a deep sigh, resting his hands on the back of his head, leaning back in the chair and moving side to side in agitation. Even in this state, he was beautiful - wearing black jeans that hung on his shapely hips, making his belt a redundant feature and nothing but an accessory. His accompanying black t-shirt allowed me to admire his muscular arms; his curly hair was pushed back from his forehead but still managed to emphasize his strong facial structure. “Are you okay?” He continued, searching my eyes for an explanation as to why they were lingering over his frame.

“Yeah,” I smiled, soaking him in and noticing how pent up he was. “Maybe you should take a break, relax a little, you look stressed Dan.” I was always concerned that he would burn himself out with work; he is so dedicated to making everything perfect that it managed to get the better of him at times. His soft, brown eyes darted back to the computer screen and he sighed once again, moving a hand from the back of his head to ruffle his hair.

“Besides,” His eyes focused on me again as I titled my head innocently, changing my tone of voice from concerned to sensual, “I have something for you.” I trailed my sentence off whilst watching him ponder what I had in store.

“Yeah? What would that be?” He toyed, eyes turning playful as his eyebrows conveyed intrigue and lips turned into a smirk that matched my own. He lent forward, moving his big hands to now place them on my hips and draw me in toward him slightly. Our faces crept closer as I gently placed my fingers on the base of his neck, pushing his pretty face toward my own, making our lips brush teasingly as I lent down to whisper;

“Take my clothes off and you’ll find out.” I loved this new feeling of playing with him, teasing him and making him submit to me. He did as told, lifting his hoodie off of my body to reveal my surprise. His breath hitched as he lent back in the office chair again to fully take me in.

“Is this all for me?” Dan bit his lower lip, wanting nothing more than to bend your pretty ass over the desk right then and there. I knew he would react like that because I knew everything he liked, what really got him going, so I was one step ahead of him. His legs were spread so I slid between them, placing a single finger on his toned chest and laughing lightly, but devilishly.

“Not quite. Tonight, you’re all mine baby boy.” Dan looked taken aback for a moment, obviously not used to a female taking the role, but he quickly adjusted to the thought of you dominating him. He wrapped a couple fingers around my own on his chest, pulling it off and jolting my head into the base of his neck.

“Show me what you got baby.” He growled in attempt to intimidate you and remind you what the roles were. I wasn’t phased, and he knew that as I laughed again whilst I readjusted to my position standing between his legs. My hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it slowly, keeping my eyes locked with his as I did so.

“Straight to it huh?” He let out a half-hearted laugh, again attempting to undermine you.

“Are you getting cocky baby?” I cooed, pulling his belt off completely whilst watching his face fill with bemusement as to what I was doing. “I don’t like it when you’re cocky -” I tutted, voice laced with stern to tell him off.

“Stand up. Hands behind your back. Now.” I demanded. Dan listened, moving from his chair to place his wrists together at the small of his back. I placed his belt around them, feeding it through and pulling it so tight you had to make another hole.

“Down again.”

He sat in his chair once again, eyes never leaving me. He was out of control and he hated that he loved it. I pushed his legs together to create a secure place to sit, then climbed onto him and straddled his hips. Deliberately, I refrained from kissing his lips, and instead I began to kiss his neck, starting at his ear and moved down to the sweet spot on his pronounced collar bone; I sucked harder than usual, ensuring I left a deep bruise and a reminder for Dan regarding who owns him. He let out a raspy moan from beneath me and I could feel him growing, so I began to lightly run one hand, back and forth, along the inside of his right thigh, neglecting the place he wanted me most. My hand moved up, fingers barely his skin above his boxers, teasing him further. I tugged at the band of his boxers, pulling them forward and releasing it, snapping back to his skin; Dan flinched ever so slightly at the small degree of pain but loved it nonetheless. I began to roll my hips against him, the denim of his jeans rubbing against me and granting me pleasure. I moaned softly and repeatedly as I continued my actions, causing Dan to tug at his makeshift belt restraint. His eyes turned dark as he watched you get yourself off on his lap, right before his eyes, and all he could do was watch in agitation.

“Stop.” He demanded.

I stopped, smiled at him, and draped an arm over his neck. My free hand traced the band of his boxers again, this time my fingers slid below the waist and I felt Dan’s desire in the palm of my hand. Retracting myself off of him, I stood up and slowly pulled his jeans down to his ankles. I teased at pulling his boxers down, but he bucked his hips forward to hurry my action on, so they found company with his jeans once again.

“Tell me what you want me to do, baby boy.” I teased. Dan groaned, confused as to the detail he wanted. All he wanted was you, and he wanted you bad.

“Blow me.” He finally answered.

“Where are your manners baby boy?”

I replied, pro-longing his suffering.

“Blow me. Please.”

I nodded, taking to my knees. I began to stroke him, starting at the base and edging toward the top at a slow pace, running my thumb over his sensitive tip and going back down in one swift motion. I repeated this action over again before finally swirling my tongue over his tip, making Dan wince. Just as stroking him, I started from his base; I began by licking underneath his cock and bringing my tongue right to the edge of the head, then repeating for the rest.

“Y/N!” Dan shouted, trying to wrestle with his restrained wrists, shocking me. I looked up at him, finally taking him into my mouth properly. Dan’s body slunk down into the office chair in release, pushing his cock further into my mouth than I had anticipated, causing me to gag slightly. Dan responded to the sound by moaning which was a chain reaction as I moaned alongside him. I carried on, moving my head down and taking him in fully as I deep-throated him; the gag-moan cycle continued. I finally moved back to his head and began to bob up and down, picking up my pace. Mine and Dan’s eyes never left one another and I watched them flutter down as his breathing begun to pace up, his cock in my mouth twitching. I pulled off of him before he could cum, causing him to whine but I payed no attention.

“Say my name. Tell me who owns you. Tell me whose going to make you cum baby boy.” I demanded him.

“You!” Dan responded in anger.

“I said, say my name. Say my name and you can cum.” I cooed, not fazed by his tone of voice or the fact he was trying excessively hard breakout of his restraint.

“Y/N! Y/N! You!” He whined.

I had broken him down, caused him to submit to me, the adrenaline that rushed through my body because of this making me exhilarated. I took him back into my mouth for the final time, placing a hand on his balls and playing with them as I finished him off.

Up, down. Up, down, Up, down.

Dan was a moaning, sweaty, breathless mess beneath me and couldn’t articulate the fact he was close. Instead, I was granted with a salty surprise as his cock twitched and released inside of me. I swallowed like the good girl I was and stood up, leaning down and kissing Dan deeply and passionately, ensuing he could taste himself on my tongue.

“Good boy.” I purred, pulling away from the kiss to softly bite down on his tongue.

Dan was struggling to regain his strength, so I pushed him forward slightly to take his belt off of his wrists without making him stand up. I kissed his cheek sweetly before leaving him to pull himself together, placing his belt on the desk so he knew where to find it when he wanted to go again.

Writing Challenge

So this is the first Hamilton fic I’ve ever written so I apologize in advance for how bad it is. 

Language Barrier

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summery: Lin hits on reader and she pretends not to know English

Warning: None

A/N: So this is the first Hamilton fic I’ve ever written, so I apologize for how terrible this is. Also I don’t know French, so all of this is from Google translate. English translations are in parenthesis. 

You couldn’t ever remember being this stressed. You were sitting at your favorite coffee shop, drinking you third coffee of the day, and attempting to finish your essay that was due that night. When a man just strolled up to your table, tripped over his feet a little and said, “Do you have a Band-Aid? Because I scraped my knee falling for you.”

You didn’t even know what to say or do. You didn’t have time for this. I mean yes he was cute, but you had too much on your plate right now to even think about dealing with him. So you just did the first thing that popped into your head.

“Excusez-moi? Je regrette de ne pas parler anglais.” (Excuse me? I’m sorry I don’t speak English) French wasn’t your first language but you were still pretty decent at it. It was also an easy way to not deal with people when you didn’t want talk. By the look on his face it worked.

“Oh…I-I’m sorry…I don’t understand,” he stuttered out, looking even more flustered, and a slight blush appearing on his cheek. You had to admit he was attractive. He had a little scruff on his face, like he had forgotten to shave for the last couple of days. He had medium length hair that was slightly falling out of his ponytail, due to him messing with it nervously. His eyes were warm and had laugh lines around them. He really did seem sweet, but you shook yourself out of his trance.

“Je suis désolé. Je suis vraiment occupé en ce moment,” you replied to him, a wary smile on your face. You didn’t want to be mean, you just wanted to finish this paper. He smiled back at you. You wished you could just keep looking at his smile. Before you could think anything else to say, he stood up, still smiling at you.

“It was nice talking to you. Perhaps I’ll see you next time I’m here,” and with that he left, leaving you sitting there entirely confused. Why was this guy so confident, he couldn’t understand one word you had said, but somehow he wanted to see you again. You sat there for a minute thinking about him, until you remembered your looming deadline and continued working.

 

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It was a couple weeks later when you found yourself back at the coffee shop. You actually had a moment to relax. And that’s all you wanted to do. You had your tea, a good book, and was in the middle of enjoying them when you heard the other chair at your table slide out. You glanced up from your book, and almost dropped your tea when you recognized the man. It was the man from last time, more neatly dressed, hair firmly in a ponytail, but the same warm eyes.

“Bonjour mon nom dans Lin. Qu’est-ce qui est à toi,” (Hello. My name in Lin. What’s yours?) he said easily, sliding into the chair in front of you. There was a smirk on his face that you absolutely loved. His French was shaky but understandable enough that you questioned whether he actually did understand you last time.

“Alors vous parlez français. Tu aurais dű le dire la derničre fois. Désolé, j’ai été si grossier. Mon nom est Y/N,” (So you do speak French. You should have said so last time.Sorry I was so rude. My name is Y/N)  you replied easily, setting your book on the table. As you looked back up at him and noticed that his smile had disappeared. He looked nervous again. He kept looking just past you, then back at you. He started running his fingers through his hair again, forcing some brown locks to fall around his face. He obviously didn’t know what you had said. 

“I don’t know what to say…Y/N was it? I-i don’t really speak French. I just learned some phrases…so that I could talk to you. You’re just so beautiful and I only wanted to ask you to dinner.” His words spilled from his lips. You couldn’t help but blush. This guy, Lin, thought you were beautiful? He learned French for you? You smiled at him, ready to tell him the truth. Before you could say anything another man appeared beside you. He was tall, with a neatly trimmed beard. His curly hair was pulled back, and you noticed the laugh lines that matched up with the slight smirk we wore. “Lafayette, please tell her.” Lin practically begged the man.

“Je suis désolé madame. Mon ami ici est juste très nerveux de vous parler.” (I’m so sorry ma’am. My friend here is just very nervous to talk to you) Lafayette said smoothly to you, motioning towards Lin as he spoke. You were a little shocked to hear such perfect French come from his mouth. You glanced over at Lin, whose face was scrunched up in an attempt to try and understand what his friend had said.

“Pourquoi serait-il nerveux de me parler?” (Why would he be nervous to talk to me?) you asked, looked down at your hands. Lin seemed like a such a sweet guy, and tried so hard just to speak with you. But you were nothing special, why would he go through all this trouble to ask you out?

Lafayette’s smirk turned into a soft smile, like he knew what you were thinking. “Il vient seulement dans cette boutique pour te voir. Il a parlé de vous pendant des semaines avant qu'il ne vienne vous parler. Il veut que je lui enseigne le français juste pour qu'il puisse être avec toi. Pour lui, vous êtes parfaite.” (He only comes to this shop to see you. He talked about you for weeks before he actually came to talk to you. He wants me to teach him French just so he can be with you. To him you are perfect.) You felt the heat of a blush creep up your neck. You looked back Lin, eyes wide in surprise. You were speechless. This adorable man wanted you. Thought you were perfect, and was willing to learn a whole new language for you. You had never had someone try so hard for you, and you hadn’t even gone one one date yet.

“Laf, what did she say? Will she go out with me? Will she even consider me? Laf you have to tell her how beautiful I think she is. That she’s all I can think about, and how I’d do anything just for one date with her,” Lin practically blurted out, pleading with Lafayette. You could tell he was beyond nervous. Most of his hair was falling out of his ponytail at this point. He was on the edge of his seat, and his eyes were begging you to understand what he was trying to say.

Before Lafayette could say anything you did. “Lin. He doesn’t have to tell me. You just did.” Both men went perfectly still. All of a sudden you were nervous. What if Lin was angry that you lied to him. That he put so much work into something that didn’t deserve it.”Lin..”

“Wait…so you spoke English this whole time?” Lin asked, cutting you off. You nodded slowly, looking for any sign of anger. The two men looked at each other, and then burst into a fit of laughter. “That’s so perfect. I can’t wait to tell Jon about this. He’s gonna absolutely love you.” Lin was smiling at you, his eyes becoming warmer as his smile grew. You couldn’t help but smile back him.

“Ok while you two are staring lovingly into each other, I’m going to go back inside and try not to throw up my breakfast.” Lafayette said as he walked away. Lin tried to smack him, while you felt another blush creep onto your face.

Chapter One: I Found You

Lafayette x Reader 

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

Note: This is part one of what will be a 5 part series, I haven’t written the whole series yet but I do have it planned out and my goal is to release a new part once a week until it’s all done. Hope you enjoy! This is a modern Soulmate AU

Summary: A young Gilbert du Motier, de Lafayette arrives in America from France to find his soulmate. After making a group of friends he finally finds her, the missing piece from his life. His soulmate.

Disclaimer: I don’t speak french more than the basics so all my French comes from google translate. I apologize if it’s dreadful. 

Word Count: 1,751

Originally posted by fuckyeahdaveeddiggs

Lafayette had grown up learning English. When he first read his soulmate tattoo, scrawled across his forearm in neat flowing handwriting the words  “Would you watch where you’re going next time?” had meant nothing to him. 

His mother had explained to him that his soulmate tattoo was written in another language and from that moment he was demanded to learn it. He dreamed of one day moving across the sea, going somewhere they spoke English. He dreamed of going to America.


When he was 24 Lafayette finally made it to America. He had decided to start his search in New York city. It seemed the best place to start his search and it was the place he always dreamed to begin in. That’s where he met an interesting group of guys, all around his age, at a bar one night only a week into his search.

“Whoa there friend” A tall, broad shouldered and muscled man said as Lafayette had tripped slightly trying to avoid a couple who were attached at the lips. The man steadied Lafayette, one of his thick large hands on his chest the other on his shoulder. “Don’t want to fall over there”

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Okay but can you imagine lazy Sunday mornings with luke like he doesn’t have practice and you’re off work or don’t have any school or whatever and it’s just spent in bed both of you too lazy to get up and grab food

but the light is shining through the blinds and it’s reflecting off the white covers and practically blinding luke but he still looks so beautiful and his hair is all tousled and sticking to his forehead and when you go to brush his hair back he practically leans his whole head into your hand craving attention and his arms wrap around your waist and pull you basically on top of him and now both of your hands are brushing through his unruly curly hair and slowly you start to drift back to sleep only for look to mumble at you to keep massaging his head

and eventually your stomach overrules your laziness and you get up, luke still sprawled under the covers, and slowly make you way to the kitchen to grab some water and turn on the Keurig for luke and you can softly hear his shuffling to get out of bed and you’re turning on the stove for the Sunday morning pancakes you two always have and luke walks in his hair 10x messier than before and mumbling for his coffee

once the mumbling stops you look up to see him staring at you, his hands both holding the steaming mug and his eyes less watery as he’s waking up but his lips turn up in the cute little smirk that you love and his eyes are sparkling, like they do when he’s singing or preforming, and he’s just staring at your face like it’s the greatest thing in the world even thought you haven’t brushed your teeth or washed your face and brushed your hair, “stop staring will you,” you whisper putting your attention back to the food on the frying pan

a hand slides up and down your back, situating itself right on the skin between your top and sweat pants his lips softly kissing your forehead, his nose brushing through your hair and you can practically feel him smiling against your skin

“never”

okay have we ever considered what would happen once ronan grew his dark curly hair back?? 

{be warned: long rambly hc ahead.}


  • 
Adam once casually mentioned that he liked Ronan’s hair. Gansey’s showed him pictures of what Ronan used to look like before he’d shaved his head and he’d commented that he’d barely been able to recognize him, but in like a good way. 

  • So Ronan decides he’s going to allow his hair to grow out again while Adam’s still off at college. 

  • They make time for each other while maneuvering around Adam’s schooling of course, some weekends Ronan will drive up to Adam’s campus or Adam will take a few days off to return to Henrietta to meet Ronan, Opal and the rest of the group. 
  • Gansey’s stunned and silently relieved, feeling like a proud father. He’d never thought he’d encounter the old Ronan again, and this was better than the old Ronan, this was a new and improved Ronan, who’d wrestled tragedy after tragedy and stood triumphant in the wake of each one, not letting it get the best of him. Blue marks it as an improvement and proceeds to nickname him Rapenzul, “Shut the fuck up, Maggot.” “Are you going to let down your hair, princess?” Noah likes to pet his hair just the way he likes to pet Blue’s hair. “So soft,” he’ll say. Ronan only lets him because it’s Noah, although he may or may not threaten to throw him out of more windows. (Yes, I don’t care what happened in TRK, Noah is undead and well, let this boy live okay!!!) 
  • When Adam first sees Ronan with his hair all grown back he actually physically falters bc goddamn does this boy have any idea how crushingly good he looks? ?? 
  • “You… You’re…” Adam doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to muster a cohesive sentence ever again. Adam was used to the Ronan who was all sharpened edges and split knuckles, but the curving ringlets that curled around his ears now and fell over his forehead in drunken midnight tufts made him appear softer, warmer, kinder. It was like seeing the before-image of a burnt photograph. It was like a fairytale filter version of him. Adam can’t help but see an uncanny resemblance between Ronan and those effortlessly handsome young war hero portraits. 
  • “Stop staring, Shithead. It’s a fucking wig.” Ronan says, because that starstruck look in Adam’s eyes is doing things to him. 
  • Adam is suddenly overcome with the sweeping urge to run his hands through it. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate running his hands over Ronan’s buzzed head or the Ronan that he’d known before. He’d loved Ronan just like he loved Gansey, Blue and Noah even back when he carried himself like a vicious python, all spitfires and bloodied lips, even when he was getting drunk every single night and trying to fight the moon. Adam wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but there’d been something ethereally enticing about him even when he was this self-destructive drag racer that Adam had been so afraid to fall and cut himself on. 
  • But the Ronan Lynch that Adam fell in love with was another boy completely. He was the dreamer who dreamed up EpiPens for his friend and hand cream for Adam’s chapped hands and performed secret handshakes with his little brother and wanted to spend the rest of his life at his family farm and who pressed his lips ever-so-gently to each one of Adam’s fingers like they were dandelion stems. 
  • All his life, Adam had felt broken and delicate, but for the first time, he felt glad for his nimble fingers, his turbulent history, to be Adam Parrish, the chipped teacup boy, because Ronan made him feel loved and wanted and appreciated, because Ronan felt everything so strongly, and there were still nights Adam was filled with gratitude for being the brunt of Ronan’s desire. 
  • So they make the drive up to the Barns in silence, Ronan asks him about how college’s been and Adam tells him all about the university Ronan wouldn’t be caught dead in and catches that proud glint in his eyes when he admits he recently got offered a TA position. “So now you’re nerding your way up to the nerdom throne. Good for you, Parrish.” They talk about Gansey, Blue and Henry’s trip to Venezuela and how Opal’s been helping Ronan build his dream ramp and chewing on all the curtains. The minute they step out of the car and into the house however, Adam can’t help himself anymore, he pins Ronan against a wall and regales him with firm, heated kisses before dipping his hands into Ronan’s hair. It’s even softer than he’d imagined, and he’d been tugging distractedly at his lip and staring out the window the entire ride, imagining a lot. 
  • Ronan’s overwhelmed but they’ve been apart for weeks and feeling the hot, reassuring weight of Adam’s lips and hips against his again, and with his long, pianist’s fingers gruffly tugging at Ronan’s hair, his thoughts upend and bottom out and all he can think is let’s never fucking stop kissing. yeah. let’s kiss until we fucking die.
  • Later when they’re laying down in bed, Adam loops his fingers in Ronan’s hair again, raking through it delightedly, and Ronan lets out a quiet sigh. 
  • “It feels weird,” Ronan then admits. “I’m not that person anymore.” Adam wanted to tell Ronan that no, he wasn’t that person anymore, but he was more whole than he’d been in a long time. He wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to fool people into thinking he was this awful, intimidating presence anymore. He wanted to tell him that it would be okay if he just let the world see him for what he really was. That he wasn’t the wolf in the henhouse, but neither of them were ever very good at words, so he just pushes a little bit of his hair back and presses a kiss to Ronan’s temple instead. “Well, I like the person you are now.”
  • “Do you think it kills my badass edge?” 
  • “What badass edge?”
  • Ronan presses a hand into Adam’s chest and playfully shoves him backwards at that, before helping him out of his t-shirt and biting into his shoulder.
  • Ronan’s thinking he might never shave his head ever again.