i made this out of macaroni for you

florabell  asked:

Omg I would love to read your take on the "I can hear you having mental breakdowns" AU because I can absolutely imagine Clarke being strung out with med school stress and Bell being a Mum and fretting over her

A|N: this got…. really, really long, so I’m just gonna apologize in advance and put it down as me being trash for neighbours!bellarke. Hope you like it!


It only occurs to him that he has a new neighbour when he wakes to the sound of a distinctly feminine voice cursing out someone.

And it’s not like Murphy was ever quiet or a remotely considerate neighbour or anything, but Bellamy’s pretty sure that he’s never woken him up at six in the morning with his yelling. Huffing, he shrugs on a shirt, shuffles over to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. He has to be up in an hour for work anyway, so there’s no point in trying to go back to sleep.

He does, however, start feeling a little concerned when the muffled swearing grows progressively louder instead of abating. Maybe his new neighbour is actually hurt or something, and the increasingly profane swear words are her way of expressing her distress. It’s plausible, right? The nice, neighbourly thing to do would be to check up on her. Or at the very least, maybe pound on the wall and tell her, in no certain terms, to shut the fuck up.

As tempting as the latter option is, he finds himself edging out of the door anyway, crossing the hallway to knock at her door cautiously.

The door jerks open at the second knock, and he he has to hide his surprise at the figure standing by the doorway. She’s a lot tinier than he expected her to be, dressed in stained scrubs with her hair piled up into a messy bun, stray strands drifting over her collarbone distractingly.

She arches a brow over at him, the tilt of her chin challenging. “Yes?”

“Uh, hi. I live over at 5C? Just next to you?” He gestures over at his ajar apartment door, resisting the urge to make a snide remark about how thin the walls are in the complex. “And you just— I don’t know what’s happening, but you’ve been yelling for the past hour or so? I just wanted to make sure you’re not being murdered, like, five feet away from me.”

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you know what I love more than college aus?  fake relationship/dating.  slow burn.  this is being broken up into multiple parts so i can satisfy the need for slow burn.

title: homecoming, pt. 1 (or, how my latte-stealing coworker became my boyfriend for the weekend)
fandom: hamilton
pairing: tjeff x reader
rating: t
word count: 2975

You have a high school reunion that you can’t miss, and you’re in need of a boyfriend to keep both your parents and your classmates off your back.  You don’t have a boyfriend — but you do have one very irritating, accommodating coworker.

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Little Ham Man (Small?Hamilsquad x Reader) 12.5

A/N: Thanks to the help of someone, this chapter is more plot based than bringing the story forward. I just wanted to explain some things much more clearly. Thank you!

WARNING: Sensitive subjects will be addressed ahead. Please do not read if you are not in a well state of mind.

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“Wait, Tom?” You asked, looking at him eat the instant macaroni and cheese. He glanced up from the pasta, chewing slowly, “How did you and James get here in the first place?” He shrugged.

“I just followed along. James was the one who…wow, this is really delicious. How did you possibly make this?” He questioned, pointing his fork at you. The pasta flung off the metal, almost hitting you. You dodged the flying shells, frowning at him.

“Thomas, you didn’t even answer the questi-“

“Oh, yes. Ask Madison, he knows more about it than I,” he chuckled, “This is the first time I gave the honor to him. He must be happy.”

“Not quite,” James said, walking in, “You did help, you mean. And Burr almost came too, but he was too late.” James said, sitting next to you.

“What do you mean? And who’s Burr?” You requested. He stretched out his arms.

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My Little Girl Ain't So Little Anymore

PairingTonyxReader (platonic), Daughter!Reader, BuckyxReader

Summary The reader is Tony’s daughter and gives him attitude when he finds out she’s dating the one and only Bucky Barnes

Warnings None my lovies, but I have some smut coming up in other fics so keep your eyes peeled

A/N Ayee so this is ma first Tony Stark fic. I wrote it bc I feel like there’s just not enough Tony fics out there in this cruel cruel world. I hope you enjoy! Feedback is welcome and greatly appreciated so lemme know whatchu think :) if you’d like to be tagged ask/message me and I shall tag thou. Thanks for reading!

***** “Your dad is going to kill you” you heard someone mumble behind you as they wrapped their arms around your waist.

You sigh as you melt into their arms. “At least I’ll be spending my last hours with my love” you smile up at your boyfriend, Bucky, as he places a kiss on your lips.

You had snuck out of Stark Tower with Bucky to go to the park for a picnic. Every one of the Avengers knew about you two, all except your father, Tony Stark.

“So what do we have to eat?” You ask, laying out a blanket.

“I made some peanut butter and jellies and bought some macaroni salad for lunch, then for dessert…” He crawls over to where you’re sitting and pins you to the ground, attacking your neck with kisses. You giggle and fight for air as you playfully shove him off and pin him down, smiling in victory.

“Not fair, Barnes. Boys who don’t play nicely don’t get what they want” you say with a smirk and an eyebrow raised.

You smile down at him as his huge smirk slowly fades.

“Um, y/n?” He says slowly.

“What? That’s the rules, you know this.” You answer

“No… You um… Your uh… ” he stutters as he points a finger towards the sky.

“What is it” you say chuckling. You turn your head to the sky and your eyes nearly pop out of your head. “Oh my God”

“‘Oh my God’ is right, sweetheart. Ohoo you are so dead.” Tony replied. He was hovering above the two of you in one of his suits. “Get home. Now.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck you thought to yourself. You swallowed the lump in your throat and stand up, looking your father in the eye. “No.” you reply, crossing your arms over your chest.

Tony popped his helmet open and looked at you in shock and a bit of rage. “I’m sorry… It just sounded like you said… No?”

“That’s because that’s what I said… No. I’m not leaving.” You stand your ground and look over to see Bucky smirking. “I’m in the middle of a picnic and I intend to finish it.”

“Over my dead body young lady. Home. Now.” Tony said, closing his helmet at his last word.

You roll your eyes and snort. Tony raises his eyebrows “don’t you roll your eyes at me, missy.”


“No! Now, dammit get home, now!” Tony cut you off, growing very angry.

You hesitate, “fine! Let’s go, Buck.” You say, collecting the remains of your lunch and turning away from your father.

“You better be there when I get back. And he better not be anywhere near you.” And with that he took off to God knows where. You huff and look at your boyfriend in defeat.

“Its okay baby girl. He’ll get over it. C'mon” he said, taking the stuff from you and kissing your cheek.

“I know but… The anger in his eyes… The disappointment… I hate disappointing him Bucky.“you say as you feel tears pricking your eyes.

“I know babygirl. Its okay” he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

*** “Where is she?” Tony asked your mom, Pepper.

Pepper sighed, “don’t you think you’re being a little over dramatic? She’s not a little girl anymore, Tone. She can make big girl decisions”

“She’s still my little girl!” Tony said in defeat

“No, Tony, she isn’t. I know she’ll always be your baby but… She’s all grown up now. Pepper answered, setting her laptop on the coffee table and gettin up to go to the kitchen.

Tony sighed in defeat and made his way to your room.

You were sitting on your bed when you heard a knock on your door. “What?” You asked angrily, tears staining your face.

Tony opened the door and stepped inside. “Listen… I’m sorry for yelling at you. I’m sorry for treating you like you’re still a toddler. I’m just… ”

“Scared?” You say, finishing his sentence.

“….yes. I’m terrified, y/n. You’re growing up and… There’s nothing I can do about it.” He made his way to your bed and sat next to you.

You lay your head on his shoulder, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, daddy. I know you dpont like him but… I love him so much… He makes me so happy. He protects me.”

Tony smiles, “if you’re happy, I’m happy princess. Just… Next time you make any big girl decisions, lemme k OE, okay?”

“‘Big girl desicions?’” You say with a chuckle.

“Don’t judge me they’re your moms words.” Tony replies with a snort.

“Well since you brought it up… There is something else…”

“Oh God…” Tony sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Lay it on me.”

“How would you feel if I asked you to walk me down the aisle in a few months….?”

(((((SOO whatya think? I might write a part two… Thoughts on that? If you made it this far, thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!)))))

Tags: @not-moose-one-shots , @supernatural-jackles

What Are The Odds? - Part 4 (Final)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,308

Summary: Before the reader left for college, she had a one night stand with Dean. Eight years later, Dean learns that he has a daughter in an interesting way.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

“I didn’t realize you felt that way. I mean…I knew you liked me because I’m awesome but…” You ramble on.

“I know. I kept it to myself.” Dean chuckles making you blush.  

“Weird how things turn out.” You say quietly.

Dean nods his head and watches you sitting at his kitchen table.

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Like She’s Mine (part fourteen) - Stiles Stilinski

warnings: the usual.  mentions of alcohol?
word count: 2023

[July, three days before the wedding]

I was rushing around the apartment, tidying as well as I could seeing that the place was a mess.  Allison was vacuuming my floors while I swept the kitchen floors and simultaneously wiped down the counter.  My hair had a handkerchief holding it all back from my face.

“Has he stayed here at all?” Allison called over the noise.

“Nope.  Not once!” I yelled back.

“Stiles?” Madi asked from where she was plopped on the couch.  I saw Allison nod to her.

“So he’s been with his dad? For three months?”

“Yep.  I’d assume so anyways” I said, angrily throwing the contents of the dustpan into the trash bin.  Allison turned off the vacuum and put a hand on her hip.

“So are you broken up?” I threw my hands up in the air.

“I have no idea Al., if we are, he hasn’t bothered to tell me.  If we aren’t…. Still hasn’t bothered.  He’s barely even come by the place.  Really only when ‘Scott tells him I needed him to babysit’.  He barely cares at all” Allison frowned at me.

“Have you tried to talk to him?” I shook my head, looking down at the floor for a moment.  “I mean… it’s three days until you’re basically spending twenty four hours together” She said, but I could see the hint of a smile on her face as she thought about her wedding.

“I know I know, I just need to get this all figured out.  I’m just sorta nervous.  What if he doesn’t like me anymore? He used to be so… so… so in love? Now I don’t think he really wants anything to do with me”

“That’s not true I’m sure.  In fact I’m sure he still loves you.  It’s you and Stiles-”

“You always say that.  It’s me and Stiles. I don’t think that really makes sense to me anymore.  Maybe it used to, but now he’s successfully avoided me for months.  I think we’ve lost it Alli”

“You’ve said that before.  And this is nothing compared to what you’ve gone through.  I think you can make it through this” I sighed and went back to scrubbing the countertops.  “You still love him right?”

“Yeah of course I do” I responded.

“Well then what’s stopping you?”

“Fear of rejection?”

When we’d finished cleaning and Allison went home, I’d taken Madi back to sit on my bed while I looked over my shoe choices.  The dress that Allison had picked for me to wear was actually beautiful, it was a deep blue dress that fell a little past my knee, and had long lace sleeves.  It was gorgeous.  She had planned for my hair to be in effortless curls that would probably take an hour to perfect.  Yeah, I think it’s ironic too.

“Madi, white heels or black?” I held out the choices to her.

“Those!” She said excitedly as she pointed to the white ones.

“Yeah I think so too” I smiled and slipped them on my feet, admiring them in the mirror.  “Good choice” I told her with a wink and put the other pair away.  Madi smiled at me and rolled back on the blankets, kicking around and laughing delightedly.  After one more look in the mirror, I decided that these are indeed the shoe I was looking for.  Then put them in a safe place in my closet.  I turned to see Madi lying back on the bed and crawled in next to her, staring up at the ceiling as she was.  “What’re we thinking about little girl?” I asked, and she blinked.

“Where’s Stiles?”

“At home with his dad, you saw him last week”

“Today?” I shook my head.

“Sorry baby… I think he’s busy” She frowned and looked over at me.  “I’m sorry honey” I held my arms out and she crawled over, laying her head on my chest and the rest of her body pressed against my side.  I rubbed a hand up and down her back, whispering softly until she seemed calm and no longer sad.

“Mommy can I have lunch?”

“Magic word?” I asked, already sitting up and lifting her to set her safely on the ground.

“Pwease?” I giggled and nodded.

“Alrighty, since you asked so politely” I said in a posh accent that made her giggle and run (as best as her little legs could take her anyway) into the kitchen.  “How about mac and cheese?”

“My favorite!” She said excitedly, and rabbed the seat of a chair.  I watched as she stepped onto a bar under it and pulled herself on top.

“Oh good job! You’re such a big girl aren’t you?” I said, clapping for her and grinning.

“I am mommy!” She exclaimed as I poured a box of noodles into the boiling pot of water.  Madi was singing a song I’d never heard of at the table while I nonchalantly stirred the pot.  I think she started to just sing gibberish words because I couldn’t even make out what was being said, but then I heard her repeat ‘humpty dumpty’ over and over.  No, not the rhyme, just the name.  But it made me laugh.

When I finished her lunch, I pulled out a small plastic elmo bowl and dumped some macaroni in there for her, and stuck a plastic fork in there too.

“If I let you do it on your own, promise to try to stay clean?” I asked, and she nodded, excitedly grabbing for her fork.

“I promise mommy!” She said.

“Wait a moment or two dear, it’s gonna be hot” She nodded.

“Okay mommy” I ruffled her hair and went into the kitchen to get myself a bowl.  Right as I’d scooped up a large spoonful to plop into it, there was knocking at the door.

I swear the gods don’t want me to eat.

But, as I always do, I walked over to the door.  But not before putting my helping of lunch into my bowl.  I took a few bites on the way, trying to enjoy my meal before Allison yanks me away for last minute wedding planning, or Scott begs to know what Allison’s dress looked like.  Part of me hoped it was Stiles, standing there out of breath from running up the stairs.  Maybe he’d come in and just kiss me, like he did the first night, tell me he loved me and was sorry.  We’d both apologize and kiss again before he pulled me in for a tight hug.  I was smiling when I opened the door.  I couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Theo?” My voice was muffled from the mac and cheese in my mouth, but manners were the last thing I cared about at the moment.

“Hey… y/n” I nod slowly, waiting for him to tell me just what the hell he was doing here.  “I came by to see you, but mostly Madi” I raised my brows, peaking around the corner to where my daughter was gleefully eating her lunch while saying ‘humpty dumpty’.  How ridiculous and young.

“And you’re here because…?”

“Because she’s my daughter and I have the right to come see her?” I grit my teeth but stepped away so he could come in.

“You get one chance Raeken.  One” I hissed quietly.  “And if you screw it up, then you lose that right.  You lose the right of being her father, you lose the right of coming into this apartment, or ever speaking to either one of us again.  Do.  You.  Understand?” I was trying to keep quiet, as not to alert Madi, but it was difficult not to yell at him, and to keep my voice even.

“I understand” He said with a curt nod.  I walked into the dining room, and Madi turned to look at us, cheese all over her face.  I giggled softly and walked over to her, setting my own bowl on the table as I took a napkin and cleaned her mouth.

“Who is that mommy?” She whispered, staring at Theo with big eyes.

“That… he’s… Madi this is your Dad” She stared at me now, surprised and something else I couldn’t really tell.  Maybe sadness.  

“He is?” She asked, and Theo walked over closer.

“I am, it’s nice to meet you Madison” He said, kneeling down to be at her eye level.  She stayed silent, looking at me nervously.

“It’s okay Madi” I reassured, and helped her off of the chair.  “I’m gonna go change out of my work clothes” I said to them, and began to walk back to my room.  But I was stopped when I felt little arms wrap securely around my leg.

“Mommy don’t leave me” She whispered up to me, her voice bordering a whimper.

“Oh sweetie don’t be silly, I’m coming right back.  Why don’t you show your father your toys?” She let out a few uneven breaths, and I bent over to pull her from where she’d wrapped herself around my leg.


“You’re fine love, I’ll be right back” I said, and walked to my room, closing the door before she could run in with me.

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“You wanna show me your toys?” Theo asked Madi, an she shook her head.  “Okay, you wanna show me your room?” Another head shake.  He tried to think of what to do to make her earn trust in him, but nothing much came to mind.  She was just standing there staring up at him, fingers playing with the poofy material of her green mermaid scale styled skirt.  “You like living here with Mommy?” Theo asked, awkwardly putting his hands in his pockets.  She nodded this time.

“And Alli and Scoot- Scott- and… and sometimes auntie Lydie and Stiles” She said, forming words as best she could.  “Stiles is my daddy” Theo’s brows raised, blood instantly boiling.  “He’s my daddy.  You’re not my daddy”

He kneeled down quickly, unsure of what to do seeing as she was almost three years old, just that he knew he was angry and know one pisses of Theo Raeken without paying for it.  But y/n came back into the room.

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I smiled as I walked in to see Theo tickling Madi, making her giggle and squeal.  But when She turned and saw me, she ran right back to me and hugged my jean clad legs.  She sat on my feet and buried her face into my shins.

“Having fun?” I asked with a small smile.  Theo nodded and I looked down to Madi, who didn’t give me an answer,  just hid herself further against me.  “Alright… maybe it’s time for your nap, is that alright?” SHe nodded, and lifted her arms so I could pick her up.  “Uh, Theo there’s macaroni in the kitchen if you’re hungry, and drinks in the fridge” I said.  He nodded, and  promptly took Madi to her room.

“Mommy I want Stiles” She told me when I set her in her crib, sliding off her clothes to put on her comfy pajamas.

“I know sweetie but Theo’s your father” I told her.

“Mommy I don’t like him” She whispered out, and I smiled sadly.

“You’ll grow to I’m sure.  It takes time to like people” I said, putting on her fluffy pink pajama set.  “I love you baby “ I leaned over and kissed her forehead softly.

“Love you mommy” She said back in a hushed and sleepy tone.  I left the room trying to compose myself as best I could.  But all I could think of was how it didn’t take any time for her to like Stiles.  She’d loved Stiles immediately.  Maybe keeping them away from each other for the past three months hadn’t been a good decision.  Maybe I was the one in the wrong and I should’ve fought harder to keep him around.  I went into the dining room, seeing Theo looking in the fridge.

“I thought you had drinks, where’s the beer?” He asked.  I winced, and collapsed on the sofa, pulling out my book and ignoring him.

I missed Stiles too.

ooh guys pt 15 is the wedding… i’m excited to share with you.  it’s going to be super long, like super long, so idk when it’ll be posted yet.  have a good rest of your week kiddos!

tagged: @morganschiebel @celestial-writing @bunnyboo10154 @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @peter-andhislostgirls @almondmilkislove @kindfloweroflove

xoxo ~ jordie

Awake Part 10

Title: Awake

Summary: You had just graduated with a degree in English and thanks to some writing competitions you had gotten noticed and offered the job of a life time right out of school. This job was your dream job, you were going to be a writer for the tv show Supernatural, your favorite tv show. The whole cast and crew are very welcoming and kind and you find yourself making some of the best friendships, specifically with the green eyed actor that plays Dean.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, fluff

A/N: Hey guys, I’m sorry I haven’t been writing as much lately, my anxiety has been bad and I haven’t been liking anything I’ve written lately and its been midterms so I’ve just been down but I’m trying to get back into it. Thank you guys for being so patient and kind <3

“ I’ll head to the kitchen and see what food I’ve got” Jensen said slipping some sweatpants on while you towel dried your hair.

“I’ll just get dressed then be there” Jensen headed to the kitchen while you looked around his room. You grabbed one of Jensen’s button down plaid shirts and slipped it on before walking to the kitchen. You saw Jensen at the stove making macaroni and you couldn’t help but smile. You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his tanned body resting your face against his bare back, “I thought you said snacks, mac n cheese is a full meal baby” you mumbled into his back and he chuckled.

“I thought you’d be hungrier than just a snack after this long day” he said turning around to place a kiss on your forehead, “Go pick out a tv show or movie and crawl in bed, I’ll bring this in when it’s ready” you nodded and walked back to the bedroom getting under the covers and turning the tv on flipping through movies. You settled on one and pressed play snuggling further into the covers when Jensen came in with a tray of two big bowls of macaroni and two glasses of your favorite wine. You gave him a questioning look and he chuckled sitting on the bed, “I might’ve made some calls and had my fridge and pantry stocked with your favorite foods and drinks” he said reaching back and rubbing his neck avoiding your gaze. You looked up at him in amazement This gorgeous man really cares about me you got up out of your comforter cocoon and straddled him pulling his face to yours in a bruising kiss. Jensen was surprised at first before leaning up into it pulling your face down to his and kissing you harder. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands traveled down to your waist pulling you to him. As the kiss became more heated Jensen gripped your hips tight and pulled away looking up into your eyes, “Not that I’m complaining but what was that for” he asked brushing your hair out of your face and behind your ear.

“You had all of my favorite foods stocked up before I even got here” you stated looking into his emerald green eyes and he nodded, “I guess it just keeps shocking me how much you care about me, I’m not used to someone thinking of me first and doing things just because they know it’ll make me happy” Jensen leaned up and kissed your nose before pulling you into a hug.

“Sweetheart we’ve got time for cuddling later, right now your mac and cheese is getting cold” you giggled and crawled off of him smiling at him as he handed you your bowl. You settled into his side and the two of you ate in silence watching the movie on the screen, when you’d finished Jensen set your bowls aside and turned the lights off the two of you cuddling under the covers as you watched the movie. Jensen’s hand found its way under the shirt and he gently rubbed your back. The motion of his hand lulled you to sleep, but while Jensen thought you were asleep you felt him place a kiss to your forehead and whisper, “I love you”.


You woke up to a strong arm tightening around your waist and you snuggled up closer to him. He nuzzled his face in your neck rubbing his scruff across your neck making you giggle, “ Thought you liked my scruff” he grumbled placing kisses on your neck.

“Mmm I do like it, it just tickles a little bit on my neck, I was thinking more about how it’d feel between my thighs…” you trailed off and his hand traveled down your body squeezing your ass. Suddenly Jensen had you flipped onto your back and moved himself between your legs.

“Well why don’t we test that out then” He said wiggling his eyebrows at you and you nodded giggling.  He pushed your shirt up and placed kisses on your stomach, when he got to your hips he placed kisses on each side and sucked a little bit pulling a moan from you. He moved down further so his face was directly between your thighs. He looked up at you before turning his face to place a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh and then he took his face and rubbed his scruff down on your leg making your gasp. It stung yet also felt good. You bit your lip and gripped his hair pushing him down for more. He spent a few more minutes placing kisses, bites, and rubs to your thighs before finally moving to you center. He licked a stripe down your center pulling a loud moan from you, he chuckled and the vibrations from his laughter felt amazing on you. He gripped your legs tighter as he went in to suck your clit and you gasped. He continued his sucking and licking till you were a moaning mess. He then pulled a hand around and placed two fingers in you curving them till they hit your g spot, “Babe-Imma cum…” you moaned out he placed his other hand on your stomach holding you down. He sucked on your clit harder and pumped his fingers in and out faster till you came your thighs clenching tighter around his face. Jensen pulled back kissing your thighs and stomach before coming up to cuddle, “I think I definitely like the scruff…” You said breathless and Jensen chuckled rubbing a hand on the inside of your thigh you looked down and saw the beard burn between your legs and fell back into the pillow giggling, you rolled over to see him and placed a kiss on his lips running your hand over his scruff. He looked into your eyes and you suddenly felt very shy under his gaze when you remembered what he’d said last night as you were falling asleep. You looked down for a second trying to decide what to say, you already knew you were in love with him, that was obvious, but putting it out in the open like that when the two of you had barely together, it terrified you and you didn’t know if you were ready for it to be that real yet. Before you could think of something to say Jensen kissed your forehead and was climbing out of bed, “lets go make some breakfast, and then I was wondering what you wanted to do today, just remember we’ve got dinner with my fam tonight”

“Umm honestly just a movie day would be great, as much as I love work it was wearing me out and I just want a day to be completely lazy” you smiled up at him from the bed. He walked over and grabbed you by the ankles pulling you towards him and pulling your legs around his waist as he leaned down to kiss your lips.

“Well I’m going to request not a completely lazy day, there are a few active things I would really like to do today between movies and eating…” he said lowly and he sucked a bruise onto your neck pulling a moan from you. You leaned up and wrapped your arms around him kissing him.

“How bout we fuck all day and when we need breaks we can watch an episode of something and eat, that sounds like a much better day…” Jensen gripped your ass and pulled you up to him kissing you.

“I like the sound of that, don’t worry I wont wear you out too much…” he started kissing your neck again when suddenly you realized you were meeting his parents tonight and you were covered in hickies.

“Oh my god Jensen stop doing that” you mumbled pushing his lips from your neck and he looked down at you worried and you quickly spoke up, “I am meeting your parents tonight and I already have hickeys all over my neck stomach and thighs” you squealed and he rolled his eyes at you.

“Sweetheart you’re staying a month with me, alone, in my home, I think my parents are going to know we’re having sex” He chuckled and you tried to give him a stern look but couldn’t help the smile sneaking out.

“Jensen that doesn’t mean I should have the evidence of that all over my body, anywhere that can be seen is off limits to that mouth of yours today” You said sternly and he pouted at you, “, I want them to like me not think I’m just some girl you’re getting off with” you said giving him the sweetheart smile you could.

“Baby they’re going to adore you, it’s impossible to not like you” he said pulling you into a hug and you mumbled into his chest.

“They’re the family of the man I love I have to make a good impression” your body went rigid as you realized what you said, you knew he’d said it to you the night before, but he thought you were asleep that was different and you had no idea how he’d respond. Jensen pulled back to look at you and you tried to avoid his gaze but he gripped your chin and pulled your face to meet his eyes. He was looking at you with complete adoration and love and you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest.

“Say it again” he whispered.

You let out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding and your grip on his t-shirt tightened as you whispered back, “I love you”.

“Again” he pulled you closer to him.

“I love you Jensen” He gave you the biggest smile as he leaned down to pick you up holding you to him and giving you a kiss filled with love and lust all at the same time. He pulled back to look in your eyes.

“I love you too Y/N” you smiled at him pulling him back to you in a crushing kiss as he laid you down on the bed. You instantly forgot your rule about where his mouth was and wasn’t allowed.

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The Apron (TG/AP)

James and Tim were hanging out at Tim’s house after school. Tim’s parents were still at work and the boys were at the house alone. The two of them had been playing Mario Kart for a while now and they were beginning to get hungry. Unfortunately, they weren’t old enough to drive and get food, and Tim’s parents hadn’t left any money to order pizza. James suggested just using the kitchen to cook something simple, but Tim told James that his mother had made the kitchen off limits. Tim never knew why his mother wouldn’t let them into the kitchen, but he never questioned it either. All he knew what that his mother was very protective of her apron.
“C’mon, Tim. We’re both starving and it can’t be that hard to make macaroni and cheese. I’ve made it before at my house because my parents actually let me use the kitchen.”
“I don’t know. If my mom finds out she’ll ground me.”
“I’ll cook and make sure to clean up. You can watch from the other room. You won’t even have to be in the kitchen!”
Tim’s stomach gurgled in hunger. “Fine,” he said. “But make it quick and easy before my mom gets home.”
The boys ran downstairs and began to look through the pantry. They grabbed two boxes of macaroni and cheese and two sodas. Tim left the kitchen to watch from another room, but as James turned on the oven he noticed a red apron hanging up on the wall. He grabbed it and tied it behind his back, chuckling at how big it looked on him. Tim wanted to object to James using his mother’s apron, but he was too hungry to care at this point. James began to pour the macaroni into a pot of boiling water. Realizing that he needed something to stir the noodles, he spotted a ladle hanging up on the kitchen wall. He tried to reach for it, but found that he was too short. Suddenly, as if the universe wanted to help him, he grew nearly a foot in height. James and Tim both recoiled in shock at James’ sudden growth spurt.
“Whoa!” James screamed. “What just happened?”
“You just got…a lot taller.” Tim said in shock.
“Yeah, I noticed. Hey, I don’t feel so good…ack!” James grunted as his bones began to shift. His frame began to expand to adult proportions. Pops and cracks could be heard as James’ shoulders and hips cracked outwards. His legs grew longer as his feet grew larger. His children’s clothes began to tear as his body continued to expand, revealing smooth hairless skin underneath. James now stood over a foot above Tim, but he was having trouble balancing with his new legs and height. His spine cracked and arched as if it were preparing his body for a new center of gravity. Just as he was about to lose balance, he felt his chest heave forward as two massive breasts burst forth from beneath his torn shirt. Terrified, he tried to cover them up and hide them from Tim. Ironically, this was the first time that either of the boys had seen bare breasts in person. James and Tim watched in horror as James’ abdomen grew toned and shapely, accentuating his already feminine hourglass figure. James ran his hands down his changing body as his fingernails grew long and manicured. He didn’t want to admit it, but the feeling of fingers tracing his smooth new body made him feel excited in a way he’d never felt before.
“James! What’s happening to you?!” Tim screamed.
“I…I don’t know, Timmy…” James said with a slightly deeper voice. “It’s getting hard to think…”
Tim was taken aback by James’ response. Only his mother called him Timmy, and James’ voice was beginning to sound more and more like his own mother’s. James turned around to look at Tim, but seeing the look of terror on Tim’s face made him feel a little sad inside…like he wanted to protect him. James’ clothes suddenly vanished into wisps beneath the apron, but new clothes quickly materialized on his smooth, feminine body. Tight jeans hugged his legs while a white shirt pushed his breasts into his chest. He stifled a feminine moan as a bra materialized underneath his shirt and tickled his new nipples. He looked down at his changing body and noticed how well the apron fit him now. Tim, on the other hand, noticed that the clothes on James looked exactly like clothes his mother would wear. James tried to hide another moan as the jeans began to tighten around his crotch, but was unable to stop a sensual gasp from escaping his mouth. He felt his boxers tighten into a silk thong as his member began to retract into his abdomen. He put a hand over his stomach as his insides shifted, making way for a fertile womb and female reproductive system. He couldn’t see it, but he somehow knew that a tight clit is all that remained between his legs. He wanted to touch it, but knew that he couldn’t in front of Tim. He let out another moan as his ass began to inflate, stretching the already tight jeans to their limit and nearly creating an outline of his new pussy. James couldn’t help but run a hand over his crotch as Tim watched in horror.
“James, please fight it!” Tim wailed.
“Timmy, honey, I don’t know how!” James said in a motherly tone. Both boys recoiled as they recognized the voice of Tim’s mother. “I’m sorry, Timmy…Tim…I’m not trying to…nooo! Ahh!”
James grabbed his head as he felt his skull shifting. His hair tumbled down into his eyesight before quickly styling itself into a bun, just like Tim’s mother’s hair. His eyes grew smaller and took on a hazel color. His nose grew cute as his jaw cracked into a mature, feminine form. His cheekbones slightly rose as his lips grew plump. He let out a gasp as the physical transformation finished. Tim stood in horror and watched his best friend continue to take on more of his mother’s mannerisms.
“Tim…Timm…Timmy. Help, please. I don’t want to be your mother!” James screamed in an all too familiar voice. “I can’t…remember…” he mumbled as new memories began to enter his mind. He looked at Tim in desperation, but the sight of Tim only made the memories more real. “I…I remember giving…birth…” James struggled to say. “I remember your father…my husband…”
“James, please, think of all times we’ve hung out! Think of all the video games we played!”
“I remember…buying you video games. I remember you wanted Mario Kart for your birthday.”
“What? No! That was my mom!” Tim cried as tears rolled down his face. “You’re not my…mom?” Tim felt strange as he suddenly felt the need to accept his new mother. Reality seemed to be rewriting itself, but Tim still remembered James and the transformation he underwent.
“Timmy, honey, please. I love you, and I always will. Now, how about we play some video games together after I cook up some dinner?” James said in a loving, soothing voice. Tim didn’t want to say yes and lose his best friend, but it just felt right to go with it.
“Okay, mom. I love you too.”
And Tim’s words, James accepted the transformation into Tim’s mother fully. Lucy smiled at her son and turned her attention back towards the stove. She used her new motherly culinary knowledge to make the best mac and cheese anyone has ever tasted. She served two bowls of mac and cheese and walked upstairs with her son. Sitting down next to her son on his bed, she smiled as she watched him eat and play video games, though she noticed that he had plugged in two controllers instead of just one. She didn’t remember any of Tim’s friends coming over, so it struck her as peculiar. She looked back down at herself and giggled when she noticed something. She had forgotten to take off the apron before coming upstairs.

anonymous asked:

RFA+V and Saeran take care of MC after she gets her wisdom teeth pulled


  • Okay, he feels really bad for you
  • When he drove you to the appointment, he tried to comfort you the best he could and just ended up singing to you
  • When they let you go, you were as high as a gd kite
  • He felt really bad because it was obvious that you were uncomfortable and just all around super messed up
  • “MC you can’t sleep here we have to go home”
  • As soon as you guys got home you passed out
  • Like, you didn’t even change
  • You just walked right up to the bed and face planted into it
  • He took off your shoes for you and put you under the covers
  • When you wake up, he just hella babies you
  • He feeds you apple sauce and makes sure you takes your meds and checks your mouth all the time
  • He’ll come nap with you sometimes because you’re just so freakin tired, like
  • He didn’t know a person could sleep so much


  • He got his wisdom teeth pulled in high school and he just remembers being f u c k e d  u p
  • He sort of tries to give you your space because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or overwhelmed
  • He brings you home and you take a little nap as he plays LOLOL
  • When he sees you in the chat room, he immediately asks you how you’re feeling and if you need anything
  • He brings you water and that’s when he realizes that you guys didn’t prepare
  • “Okay, I’ll run to the store really fast and get a bunch of smushy foods for you to eat! I’ll be right back!”
  • He left you alone and you’re starving
  • The two of you don’t typically go shopping together, but he gets distracted by every new food he hasn’t tried, so it usually takes like four years for him to get out of the grocery store
  • you put a banana in the blender
  • and then ate it out of the blender with a spoon
  • Anyways,
  • he comes home within a reasonable time frame with mashed potatoes, oatmeal, and macaroni
  • “MC what did you put in the blender???”
  • “Ok so it’s like you made your own baby food… Now I don’t feel so weird about buying you actual baby food.”
  • He feeds you because you want to be babied and its actually adorable


  • “MC are you okay? Is there anything I can get you?”
  • Constantly
  • Nurse Jaehee at your service
  • “No. Seriously, Jaehee, I’m fine.”
  • She won’t even let you get out of bed
  • If you need anything, she brings it to you as fast as humanly possible.
  • You tried to get up to get yourself some water after a few hours and she dragged you back to bed, then got you water herself
  • “I don’t care if it’s just your mouth. You need to rest and feel better.”
  • Even the next day, she’s still going at it
  • On the third day of all of this, you convince her that you’re good enough to be alone and she goes back to work
  • She makes you promise that you’ll only get up when it’s absolutely necessary
  • She still calls you whenever she has to remind you to take your meds or do anything else
  • She’ll even call when there’s nothing important to say
  • “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay and you don’t need anything. Also, I wanted to make sure that you’re still in bed.”
  • “Y-yes ma’am.”
  • You’d been on the couch all day, watching TV, but as soon as you heard that tone, you practically sprinted to the bed like she could see you.
  • “Oh, I’m so glad! I’ll be home later”
  • She won’t let you shower alone, “In case you have a bad reaction to the medication.”


  • He doesn’t totally know what to do with you, but he sort of treats you the same way he does when you have a cold
  • Makes sure you’re comfortable and have food that you can actually eat
  • He actually skips a day of  work to go to your appointment with you and then stay home with you afterwards
  • “MC what are you doing…?”
  • “I con’t feel ma mouf”
  • He’s a little woozy with blood, so he’s not very helpful there.
  • He does offer you applesauce and mashed potatoes though
  • He kissed you without thinking about it and freaked out because he tasted blood on his lips
  • After you ran out of gauze, your mouth was still bleeding and you started panicking
  • “MC I looked it up, and people say that if you use tea bags instead of gauze,”
  • “You what”
  • “I looked it up…?”
  • “YOU WHAT”
  • The boy learned google for you
  • He actually went out and looked at the flavors of Popsicles and bought you what he thought you’d like best
  • “My wife’s mouth is bleeding, so the least I can do is purchase…. Popsicles….?”
  • He googled what popsicles were too


  • He filmed you waking up, sent it to the group chat, then put it up on Youtube
  • “Sa…Seven…? I wanna sleep.”
  • He just laughed at you the whole time.
  • Eventually, he was able to wake you up enough for them to let you go home and you fuckin passed out in the car
  • He refused to miss anything hilarious that happened on the ride home
  • After like ten minutes of driving you bring your head up and widen your eyes
  • “Oh my god… OH MY GOD.”
  • He starts freaking o u t. He thought you were in pain or that something legit had happened.
  • And then you’re out again
  • He has to pull over to laugh because he doesn’t want to crash the car
  • He’s laughing so hard that he’s crying and there’s a girl passed out in the passenger seat
  • A very suspicious officer forced him to show her the video of what had happened to make him laugh so hard
  • He carries you inside because you will n o t wake up
  • He wants to take care of you, but you keep doing the dumbest shit and he keeps laughing
  • Eventually, you get super frustrated and tear up
  • Then he feels bad and starts babying you


  • He’s not overly worried about you, but he really wants to take care of you.
  • Whenever you offer to do something you usually do, he tells you no and does it himself
  • When you’re super out of it right after the surgery, he just kinda plays along with whatever you say
  • “V, I don’t wanna go to school tomorrow… Fuck high school…”
  • “Well MC, you can skip school tomorrow and stay home with me if you’re good for the doctors.”
  • “Baaaaaaaabe, I want to call Jumin.”
  • “Okay, tell him hi from me.”
  • He thinks that it’s a little hilarious, but he also can’t help but feel bad for you
  • After you come down from your dental high, he makes sure you’re not too horribly uncomfortable and lays with you
  • Finally an excuse to just lay in bed together all day
  • He gets you whatever you ask for and just holds you all day


  • Seeing you this drugged up is really weird for him
  • Like, he’s hella worried and absolutely refuses to leave you alone
  • “MC… If you wanted to see Michael Jackson in concert, you should have gone a few years ago.”
  • When the two of you get home, he just sits in a chair in the same room as you and stays there all day.
  • “Saeran, my mouth just hurts now. You can leave if you want to.”
  • He really didn’t want to.
  • It was comforting for him to sit with you and you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t love his company.
  • When you started to get antsy from not doing anything all day, he suggested going shopping for foods you could eat
  • He giggled every time you’d spill food on yourself, but he’d help you clean yourself up
  • At night when you two went to bed, he did something that you found (for some reason???) hilarious and you got a nosebleed. 
  • That scared the shit out of both of you, so he made you stay up for another hour to make sure you wouldn’t die
  • You ended up falling asleep ten minutes later and he didn’t have the heart to wake you up.
Do not criticise my lasagna!

Three years ago I made my wife a lasagna. Sauce from scratch, homemade spinach pasta, expensive cheese, the works. Hours invested - and the return? “You should put more cheese on it like at the Macaroni Grill.”

I went out that night and bought six interior left hand doors. All of our interior doors were right handed. I cut plugs to fill the strike-plate & hinge mortises, and every few weeks I change out a door or two, right hands for left, left for right. It only takes about twenty minutes now: pull the door, plug the mortises, spackle the plug seam, chisel the plug from the opposite side, hang the opposite door and sweep up. I painted the first few times, but it’s a white jamb and I decided the paint smell was more suspicious than the unpainted spackle. It’s a thin seam, and my wife wouldn’t even know where to look.

She’s never said anything about it, but I’ve seen her grasp the air where a doorknob used to be a hundred times. F*ck the macaroni grill.

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anonymous asked:

My knees really hurt and I didn't feel like moving at all to get out of bed. It was the last day of our visit (long distance relationship) and my boyfriend said it was okay if we just stayed home. He picked me up and carried me to the living room where we watched tv and he made me macaroni to eat. I never expected to find a person so kind and helpful.

For those who fear that nobody would want to be with a disabled person. You’re worth a relationship.

#Disabled and in love

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Note: you had me at macaroni. 

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader
Trigger Warnings: lil bit of kissing and reference to morning wood cuz what am I doing
Inspired by this post from @viva-la-idiots
NOTE: Just so I don’t get pulled into all this drama I’ve been seeing, let me make my stance clear. I’m writing about the CHARACTER that Daveed Diggs CREATED. NOT the real Thomas Jefferson. That’d be weird. And wrong. Other than that, it’s kinda short, and kinda bad, but I wanted to get a new imagine out. So, enjoy, my lovelies!

“Honey, I’m home!”

You walked into your apartment that you shared with your boyfriend with bags of groceries. It was supposed to be Thomas’s turn, but you had learned better than to trust him with that responsibility. Last time he went grocery shopping alone, he came home with mountains of junk food and soda. You placed them on the dining room table before calling Thomas.

“In the kitchen!”

You sauntered in, ready to see the curly haired man that you adored. However, you didn’t expect him to be shirtless, and eating macaroni and cheese out of a pan on the counter. “Hey babe.” He said, his mouth full.

“How many times do I have to tell you,” You chuckled, “to stop eating out of the pan?” He pretended to contemplate it after you took the pan from him. As you put the rest of his food on a plate he answered, “Maybe one more time.”


“Okay, I promise.” He laughed, kissing your temple. “What’s the plan for today?”

You thought about the list you’d made earlier, and sat on a stool at the island. “Taxes, which I refuse to do,” He groaned, as this was the second time he was going to do your taxes, “Call the maintenance guy to fix the AC, and it’s movie night. So you can choose the movie.”

“It was my turn to choose anyway.”

“Whatever you say, babe.”

Thomas gathered everything he needed to do your taxes and went to work in his study. An hour later, you walked by, while you were on the phone with your building’s maintenance guy.

You saw him, his brow furrowed as he scribbled on a sheet of paper. You always thought he looked so cute when he was working. When you first started dating, you used to play this game where you’d see how many pencils you could stick into his wild, kinky hair while he was working before he noticed. (He knew you put stuff in his hair, how could he not?, but he let you have your fun.) That’s how focused he was.

And whenever you had his attention, he was the same way. He looked at you like you were a piece of art. Like you were a glimmering diamond that was all his. He was rich in his heart because he had you. You were probably one out of a very selective few people that he loved more than himself.

He looked up, catching your eye through the doorway. He smirked at you as you stumbled over your words with the maintenance man, quickly ending the call. “You know you can just walk in, right?” Thomas laughed. He got up to get some folders from the filing cabinet as you watched the muscles in his back flex under his skin. “I know that.” You answered. You walked over and placed your arms around his waist, “I just like watching you.”

“That’s not creepy.”

“Will you let me be cute, please?”

Hours later, you two were sitting in front the television watching Frozen. “I don’t understand why you chose this movie,” you told him halfway through, “But I’m glad you did.”

“I like hearing you sing the songs.” He told you.

It was the little things about you and what you did that made him happy. Whether it was the you sang during movies, or how you yelled at the TV when something bad happened in your favorite TV show. He loved it all.

Soon, you were cuddled in your bed, despite it being ridiculously hot. Thomas was still wiping away your tears from after you watched Hatchi. “It’s just a movie.” He told you, slightly amused.

“But it really happened! Hatchi waited for him!”

“I know, babe.”

“For years!”

“Calm down.”

You dreamt of Thomas. You and him had started a family. Two boys and one girl. He was the best father; he helped your boys with their homework and spoiled your little girl rotten. He’d plan big surprise parties for their birthdays and never forgot your anniversary. But the best part was, his and your love never faltered once.

So, you were pretty pissed when you woke up. You wanted to keep dreaming. Then you remembered that you could be with Thomas right now. You rolled over to cuddle into him only to find him gone. Of course he’s gone, you thought, he’s always up at the ass crack of dawn.

You sighed and sat up in your bed, your shirt sticking to your skin. “Where is that maintenance guy?” You muttered as you peeled your shirt off. You decided to go shirtless for now as it was too hot for clothing. You put on some shorts and a bra before leaving the room.

Thomas was in kitchen, minding his business and making breakfast, when you walked in shirtless. “Um,” He started, “Where is your shirt?”

“Um, in my closet?” You mocked him.

“I can’t focus with you prancing around with no shirt. Besides, the maintenance guy is coming.” He said, his eyes drawn to your chest. “So that’s all I am to you, a sexual object?” You asked, becoming a little annoyed. He looked into your eyes, afraid that he’d hurt your feelings.

“No, of course not.” He said. He walked over to you and placed his hands on your hips. “You know I love you. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. You’re so much more to me than the person I have sex with. You’re the kindest, sweetest, wittiest, and most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. However,” He digressed, “Its still really early and my, uh, little problem hasn’t fixed itself yet so my mind’s kinda in the gutter.”

You felt flattered and flustered at them same time as you smiled and clasped your hands around his neck. “Calm down, Casanova. I wasn’t serious.” You joked. “But, I’m sure I can take care of your little problem.”

He smirked, leaning in and molding his lips to yours. You both had made it to the bedroom when the doorbell rang. “That’s, uh, that’s the maintenance guy.” You struggled to say as Thomas pressed kisses to your neck.

“We can reschedule.” He muttered.

“Weren’t you,” You gasped as he bit down on your skin, “making breakfast?”

His eyes widened as he jumped out of the bed and ran into the kitchen to put out the small fire that’d started. He was shouting about how you distracted him and how stupid he was and that he loves you too much for his own well-being.

He came back a few minutes later with soot on his face and hands. You giggled from the bed as he blew a piece of hair out of his face.

“You almost burned down our house.”

“Shut up.”


Start from pt 1


“Oh, this will only be a two-shot.” My muse lied sweetly through too many teeth and with fingers crossed behind her back.

“I told you so” Ginny’s lips formed a smug smile around her straw.

Hermione declined to comment, instead sipping on her own iced coffee in the small shop and kept her eyes on the screen of her laptop.

“Are you paying him?”

“In a manner of speaking.” Hermione said absentmindedly.

“Oh. My. GOD! Hermione Granger! I didn’t know you had it in you!” Ginny shrieked, startling Hermione into looking up. Ginny was staring at her with wide-eyed awe. Hermione ran through the brief conversation again, trying to understand what caused this reaction.

“Um… Oh. OH! Oh no Ginny! No. I am not paying him like that.” Hermione shook her head, “No.”

Ginny made a small sound of disapproval. “Then how are you paying him?”

“We agreed on eight boxes of macaroni and cheese, two a week for a month, and a couple of concert tickets.”

Ginny blinked at her, still sipping on the -now empty- coffee. “Mac and Cheese? That’s what he wanted?”

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Tried a new vegan mac n cheese recipe 😎 I wish I could’ve gotten a better picture of this but I didn’t expect it turn out so good hahaha The “cheese” sauce is made from four smallish or medium potatoes peeled, cut into large cubes, boiled, drained when super soft, and blended in a food processor with 3 or 4 tbsp of nutritional yeast, ½ to 1 tsp of paprika, a tsp of salt and pepper, about 1/3 cup plain almond milk. If it’s too thick, add some water, I ended up adding a little more than ¼ cup. Pour over macaroni noodles and you get this masterpiece 😋 my dad even approves of this!!!

Secret Relationship (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Really loving your writing, I know you have much in your plate, but if for one chance you can write about reader; Hamilton’s little sister, and she has a relationship with T. Jefferson, but they keep it a secret because obviously Alex and Thomas don’t get along, so they having this amazing date, and then Hamilton and the squad (J. Lau, Mulligan, and the handsome baghette) walk in, and they try so hard to sneak out but of course they get caught

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“Happy two months!” Thomas said, clinking his glass with yours.

“To many more,” you replied, then giggled and set your glass down, “Ugh…we’re not gonna be one of those couples, are we?”

“What couples?”

“The ones that celebrate every little anniversary,” you answered.

“Well, dear…I hate to break it to you…” Thomas said in mock-seriousness, setting his hand on yours.

You laughed and intertwined your fingers with his, gazing into his eyes. These past two months had been the happiest of your life; Thomas was a dream come true. The only damper on the relationship was the connections you each had with Alexander. Thomas as his enemy, and you? His sister. That complicated things a bit. Of course, it wasn’t going to keep you away from the man you loved, but there hadn’t really been a good time to bring it up. Both you and Thomas, therefore, were very careful to keep your relationship a secret. All was going well, up until this exact moment. That’s when loud voices were heard at the entrance to the restaurant, and you looked up to find your brother and his friends walking in.

The colour drained from your face as you ducked your head.

“Oh no, oh no no no,” you moaned as Thomas turned to see what was going on.

He snapped back around immediately, eyes wide.

“Okay, that is not good,” he muttered.

“We need to go!” you hissed back.

“I know! But we can’t while they’re in the doorway,” Thomas responded.

“They’re getting a table now,” you narrated, “Thank god, it’s on the other side of the room!”

“Okay. We’re going to have to sneak out.”

Thomas started to stand, when something occurred to you.

“Wait! We haven’t paid for dinner!” you stopped him.

“(Y/n),” Thomas sighed, “We need to get out.”

You fixed him with a stern look, and he sat back resignedly. He rolled his eyes, but a smile ghosted his face. A waiter walked by, and Thomas flagged him down hurriedly.

“Check, please. And quickly, if possible,” he urged.

Thomas glanced back at the table where Alexander, Hercules, John, and Lafayette now sat. They were still oblivious to your presence, thankfully, they were too busy goofing off. You turned in your chair so you weren’t directly facing them.

“Okay, so what’s the worst that can happen?” Thomas pondered, shielding his face with his hand.

“Alexander could see us. Find out we’re dating. Violently murder you,” you replied.

“Okay, okay,” Thomas snorted as the waiter set the check on the table.

The money was hurriedly sorted out, and, at your prodding, a decent tip. Another glance at the rowdy group across the restaurant confirmed that they still hadn’t seen you. Thomas took your hand and led you quickly between tables, hoping to avoid notice. You were almost to the door when you looked back and found something amiss.

“Where’s Alexander?” you asked suddenly, pulling on Thomas’ hand.

He spun around to see what you were talking about. Sure enough, Alexander was no longer at the table with his friends. Where had he gone?

“What. The. Hell.”


You and Thomas both whirled around to find Alexander returning from the restroom, glowering. There was a moment of stunned silence before Thomas kicked into gear.

“Yeah, what the hell?” he cried unconvincingly, snatching his hand from yours.

“What do you think you’re doing with my sister?” Alexander demanded, unphased by Thomas’ charade, stepping forward threateningly.

“Maybe you should ask what your sister was doing with me?” Thomas retorted.

“Or maybe you could answer for yourself, you prissy French wannabe,” Alexander snarled back.

“Oh, I’m prissy, am I? Look at what you’re wearing!” Thomas shot back.

“I don’t mind getting it dirty,” Alexander growled, rolling up his sleeves.

“Okay, no, this is ridiculous,” you cut in, stepping between them, “You are not getting in a fistfight in the middle of a restaurant.”

“We’ll take it outside, then,” Thomas offered, glaring daggers at Alexander across you.

“No! No, you will not! We are sorting this out right now!” you corrected.

You turned to Alexander, giving him a look that said “calm down”. He reluctantly unclenched his fists and waited for an explanation.

“Alex,” you began, taking Thomas’ hand again, “Thomas and I are dating. We have been for three months.”

“You’re dating him? And you didn’t tell me?” Alexander jumped in immediately.

“Well, can you blame me?” you shot back.

Alexander opened his mouth to respond but closed it at a look from you.

“Now, I know you two don’t get along. That’s why we kept our relationship a secret. But don’t you think it’s time to get over this petty feud?”

You looked back at Thomas, who was glaring at Alexander, but his expression softened when he looked at you.

“Alexander,” Thomas spoke in a pained voice, obviously reluctant to do this, “I  really like your sister. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I think she feels the same way. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like you. But for (y/n)’s sake, I’m willing to call it a truce.”

Your brother crossed his arms over his chest and ignored Thomas.

“(Y/n), do you really like him? I mean, really?”

“Yes, I really do, Alex. Look, I’ve hated going behind your back, but you just won’t see reason! Would you just set aside your silly differences? If for nothing else, for me?”

Alexander’s eyes flickered up to your boyfriend, and he sighed heavily.

“This doesn’t mean I don’t want to punch you in the teeth,” Alexander warned.

“The feeling’s mutual,” Thomas sneered.

“Okay, fine. For you, (y/n),” Alexander said, extending a hand hesitantly.

Thomas shook his hand with a tight grip, and you moved from between them to stand by Thomas’ side.

“Thank you, guys. I appreciate it,” you said earnestly.

“Alright, now let’s go,” Thomas suggested, moving to sidestep Alexander.

“Hang on, where are you going now?” Alexander demanded, barring your path.

You pushed his arm down calmly.

“We were planning on walking in the park,” you told him, and added sarcastically, “Is that alright, brother dearest?”

Alexander grumbled under his breath, but stepped aside. He grabbed Thomas’ arm as he walked by, whispering a threat: “If you step so much as a toe out of line with her, macaroni breath, you have my word, I will turn you inside out.”

You finally made it out of the restaurant and into the cool evening air, smiling contentedly.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” you questioned.

“I think I felt my soul leave my body,” Thomas responded, and when you smacked his shoulder, “But it’s okay! Anything for you, babe.”

“Thanks,” you laughed, “I really do appreciate it. And isn’t it nice that we don’t have to sneak around now?”

“Yeah,” Thomas replied, lifting his arm and twirling you, “Now I don’t have to worry about doing this.”

With that, he pulled you in close to his chest and pressed his lips to yours.

Making Breakfast

Imagine: Being stuck in the Prison World with Kai, and trying to be nice so you make him breakfast, but you burn the food and he gets irritated and takes over. (Requested by chriswoodaf)

How could you possibly withstand the most annoying person in the world? Because you were kind, and cared for everybody. But Malachai Parker definitely made you want to rethink your ways. Everybody had their reasons, and you knew Kai had a tough life. The enemy had shared so many things about himself with you, which was also what Damon had wanted back home. If Kai knew, you’d be killed. 

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The One With A Last Minute Date

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader

Summary: When Alec makes a snide comment about Christmas, Clary talks him into going on a  date with a Mundane - little does he expect to enjoy it so much.


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Christmas was bigger with mundanes than it was with Shadowhunters – at least, it was for Alec.

 “Look at them,” he grumbles, walking down a busy street, bustling with people doing their last minute shopping on Christmas eve, “Such a stupid holiday.”

 “Christmas is a tradition,” Clary explains to him, “Maybe if you weren’t so bitter and alone, you’d actually enjoy it.”

 “I am not bitter and alone,” Alec grumbles, bumping into Clary hard so she hits a tree. She rubs her arm and frowns, “Prove it.”


 “Get a date for Christmas.”

 “Fine, I’ll ask someone when we get back to the institute,” he shrugs nonchalantly.

 “Ah ah ah,” Clary tuts, “You have to get the real, mundane Christmas experience so you have to ask a mundane.”

 Alec grits his teeth and forces a smile, “Fine.”

 “That one,” Clary says, pointing to a café, “That waitress. She looks festive with her antlers on.”

 Alec grumbles curses under his breath – of all the stupid Mundanes Clary had to point to, she had to pick one dressed up as a reindeer in public.

 “Hi,” Alec say, approaching the counter.

 “How many I take your order?” you ask, flashing him a smile. For a moment he’s dumbstruck – you were so much prettier up close.

 “I – I would like – I just-“ he inhales sharply and smiles widely, “I was wondering if you’d like to grab coffee tonight. Though, it is Christmas eve an you’re probably busy-“

 “I can do coffee,” you smile, reaching for his hand and scribbling your number down, “But if you’re not ordering anything could you move over,” you request politely.

 “Huh? Yeah, sure,” he mumbles, stumbling out of the store. Clary giggles, watching him trip over himself walking back.

 “There,” he huffs, waving the hand with your number on it in her face.

 “Now we’ll have to see if you actually have the guts to go through with it,” she scoffs.

Despite reminding himself over and over that you were just a mundane, Alec was nervous for his date.

 “Maybe I should just cancel,” Alec says to Jace. Jace shakes his head, “Clary will kill you and then she’ll kill me for not killing you myself. Plus, you can’t cancel on someone on Christmas Eve.”


 “No buts!” Jace interjects, pushing Alec towards his wardrobe, “Just pick something and go.”

 Alec reluctantly pulls a leather jacket on and gives himself a once over in the mirror, “But I don’t want to go out with a mundane,” he huffs, “They talk about taxes and groceries.”

 “They literally don’t,” Jace chuckles, “Just go. If it’s terrible I’ll bail you out.” Jace was practically pushing him outside.

 Once he’s out the door, he pulls a helmet over his head and kicks off on his bike, heading to the café where he’d texted you to meet him. He parks a few blocks from it, deciding to walk – for courage or to give himself time to back out, he wasn’t sure.

 The closer he got the more prominent the fluttering in his stomach became.

 “She’s just a mundane, she’s just-“ he sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of you. You were wearing a coat with jeans and boots but your makeup was all done up.

 “Alec!” you wave at him. He nods, lowering his head as he walks over.

 “Hey,” he mumbles. You look up at him and then over his shoulder, “Are you okay?”

 “Mhmm,” he nods, “Where are we going? A café? A bowling alley? A movie?”

 “Which of those sound good to you?” you ask enthusiastically.

 “None,” Alec deadpans, letting out a huff. He studies your confused and somewhat disappointed expression and then smiles crookedly, “But I guess going to a café sounds the least terrible.”

 “Okay, a café it is,” you say, “How about the one where I work? It’s only a metre away and I can get something made for you in the kitchen – anything you like.”

 “Macaroni and Cheese on Pizza,” he says. You nod, signalling for him to follow you.

 Alec’s mood lightens when his order comes out – he hadn’t actually expected it to taste good. And he hadn’t expected you to be such good company.

 It was the first time in months he’d genuinely laughed – there wasn’t a lot of time for it with Valentine wreaking havoc.

 It isn’t until your manager comes over and begs you to close up for him that Alec realizes the time and grows nervous trying to ask you if he can see you again.

 You walk through the kitchen, doing a last check and Alec follows behind you, sitting on top of one of the counters.

 “So, are you working tomorrow?” he asks.

 “No, it’s Christmas,” you laugh, turning to face him, “You never told me what you do.”

 “I… hunt,” he says slowly, without offering any further explanation.

 “Like animals?”

 “Sure,” he shrugs, “So are you working the day after?”

 “No,” you shake your head, walking past him to the light switches. He reaches for your arm and pulls you over to him so you’re standing between his legs.

 “I’m trying to ask you when I’ll see you again,” he says quietly.

 “Oh,” your eyes widen, “I’m free on the 28th.”

 “Great,” he says with a wide smile.

 “Don’t you want to check your calenda-“

 “No, the 28th is perfect,” he says quickly. There’s a moment of hesitancy before he leans in and kisses you, sliding off the counter so your bodies are pressed together.

 “I’ll see you then,” he hums against your lips.