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Top 4 Life Changing Apps You Need as a College Student (With Demos)

Hey everyone!  I was just using each of these apps today to study for my midterms, and I figured I’d share the wealth.  I got each of these apps from the Apple App Store, and use them seamlessly across my Apple devices.  I hope each of them change your midterm weeks for the better! (This is post is kind of long but I made it long to cover what I think are the coolest/most useful things about these apps)

App #1: Notability

Yah, yah.  You’ve heard of this one before.  I’m here to show you some reasons for that.  

Best Features:

1. Annotating and Combining All of the Powerpoints and PDF’s of Your Wildest Dreams

Holy crap is this thing good at converting powerpoints and PDFs.  The transition is undetectable.  Furthermore, if your lecture material was split up into 2 powerpoints that your professor posted, or multiple topics are covered in one powerpoint that you want to separate, you can either combine them into one note, or only import selected slides into separate notes.  Once you do that, you can draw, highlight, add photos and additional typed text…pretty much anything extra you’d need is at your fingertips. 

Demo: Importing PDFS:

Here I’m taking a random web page PDF from organicchem.org about chair conformers, tapping once on it, and copying it to the notability app.  

You literally just tap a couple times and it’s done for you.  You can add the PDF to a new note, an old note, or even take specific pages of the PDF/powerpoint and place only the ones you want into a new or existing note.  It’s almost too easy to be true.  


2. You Can Actually Write Neatly

If you’re anything like me, it bothers you how your handwriting suddenly looks messy when you write on tablets.  Well, notability handles that for you. 

Demo: Writing and Editing Written Text:

Here I’m writing a huge note of what I want to remember with the pencil tool. I picked a red color from the huge color selection, and a rather thin pencil line because it’s only a small side-note.  Of course you can customize your writing to fit what is easiest for you to read and study from.  What happens in the second and third pictures is the cool part:

You can use the scissors tool to put a circle around what you just wrote, and then pinch and rotate the text to change its size and orientation, as well as drag your finger to move it to where you want your note to go.  This way you can write super neatly and just do the moving around afterwords, making sure you can see your text and are comfortable with the way it appears.  You can also re-select it to make it bigger again if you change your mind.  

3. You Can Record and Embed Your Lectures Into Your Notes, While You’re Writing Original Notes OR Annotating Existing Ones

You can do them at the same time.  You don’t have to think about inserting a recording after the fact, or mixing up small recordings and meshing them into one document.  Notability sorts your audio recordings and fixes them up pretty for you, and just starts recording as soon as you hit the speaker button.  Then you can keep annotating what Dr. So-and-So is saying without worrying about your recording being in the right place.

Demo: Recording While Note-Taking:

After you’ve recorded, you can click the speaker button again to edit the recording’s volume, sort multiple recordings you’ve taken as well as name them.  Move the recordings from note to note, etc.  


App #2: Flashcard Hero

Known colloquially as: “How I’m Passing My Anatomy Lab”

Listen here y’all if you wanna make flashcards fast as fuck and learn them the day of your practical, Flashcard Hero is how.


General Overview of Best Features:

The way I predominantly use this app is by furiously making and organizing my flashcards into millions of sections and subsections on my computer, so that everything is findable and easy to access within my flashcard deck.  Then I move them via iCloud over to my phone and tablet to study them on the go.  

You can put pictures, videos, PDF pages, anything on the front or back of your flashcard, and just as much as you want on the back as well.  When you study, you can choose if you want the front or back to show up first, or an alternation of the two if you prefer.  There is no length limit on what you can place on a particular card.  

While you’re studying, the app gives you options of clicking “Easy, Unsure, or Hard” on the card you’re reviewing, so that it will pop up with the ones you’re unsure/really clueless about more often.  This saves my actual ass I can’t recommend it enough.  It has improved my ability to memorize tons of material far more quickly and efficiently.

Demo: The General Interface of Flashcard Hero:

You can see some of the features I’ve talked about.  If you want to know even more of the features, try downloading the app and checking out the “Tutorial” deck it includes on the main menu!


App #3: LiquidText

This is another insanely useful method of PDF annotation.  It is like nothing I’ve ever seen before, and is really good for people who enjoy mind-mapping and comprehensively organizing their ideas while reading!


Best Feature: Organizing Important Bits of Text:

Okay prepare to be very happy about this.  You can literally highlight a section of a PDF, drag it to the side of your screen, and poof.  Your highlighted bit is saved for you to click on and easily access later.  You can even link your highlighted bits, no matter how far apart they are within the document, to help connect and organize your thoughts.  And wait until you see Highlightview, where you can pinch the document so that all of your highlighted portions come together labelled with page numbers.  Too satisfying okay, too satisfying:

If you’re reading something really quickly before class, and you want to easily access interesting portions of a long text during a class discussion, this app will save your life and save you pain in the long run.

App #4: MyScript Calculator

Just watch the demo of this one and prepare to take a huge sigh of relief and awe and happiness.  It actually works and doesn’t confuse what you’re writing, and will do difficult/complex computation.  By changing around the settings to fit the discipline of math you’re doing, this app can save you some annoying typing into calculators and can help you visualize large calculations at a glance.

Best Features: Blowing my tiny, bad at fast-math mind

Demo: General Interface of MyScript Calculator

Just. Yes. Yes good.


Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this/found at least one of these useful!  Merry midterms!  

for @thegeekindenial @statisticallymorelikely because reasons

thank you @mad-madam-m @paintedlandscape for quick read thru ^_^

Derek turns into a cat on a Tuesday.

There’s nothing unusual about this particular Tuesday. He wakes up in the abandoned warehouse he’d claimed in North Carolina, on top of an old flea-bitten mattress, and he’s wallowing in his usual morning routine of self-doubt and questioning his life choices. It isn’t until he realizes the sad, pitiful meowing is not coming from the feral cats he tries to feed with what meager income he can get doing odd jobs, but is in fact, coming from himself.

He is a cat. 

Derek takes stock of the situation. This must be that witch he met yesterday; he’d politely asked her to move on from this town because her anti-aging potions were giving the neighborhood ladies glow-in-the-dark hair and it wouldn’t be long until she attracted attention– of the local supernatural enforcement kind, meaning packs, meaning emissaries, meaning Derek would have to move on. Yet again. She’d shot some spells at him, ruined his favorite leather jacket, and chased him through the woods where there were a startling amount of hidden cameras. Derek then had to avoid several bungling FBI agents and led them on a merry chase through the woods until losing them, then he headed back to town.

The worst part was that whatever spell it was, Derek couldn’t shift into a wolf. He’d forgotten about it once he got to safety, and there didn’t seem to be any other effects of the spell, but…

Yeah. Four legs. Tail. He’s fluffy. And small.

He should have just stayed in South America. 

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Mile High Club

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, blowjobs

Word Count: 785

Prompt: The reader finds a quick way to calm Dean down during a flight.

Beta: @impala-dreamer

Originally posted by wellcometothedarkside

“Dean, you need to calm down. You’re freakin’ everyone out here,” Sam grumbled, punching his brother’s shoulder. “It’s a plane, not the Titanic.”

“Planes can crash,” Dean countered. “The Titanic sunk, it’s possible that this metal thing could just blow up any second.”

A woman in front of Dean turned around, shooting him a glare as she tried to comfort her young son who was now about as freaked out as Dean. “Planes are built to fly. They always check them before they go up,” she stated matter-of-factly. The second she turned her back, Dean was mocking her. This time you punched his arm.

The plane hit a bit of turbulence in the air, and you grit your teeth when Dean’s nails sunk into your arm. “Release the death grip, my arm’s gonna fall off.” He sighed, unleashing your arm. “C’mon, let’s go see if we can get you some water.” You suggested, having had enough of Dean’s panic.

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Quit playing games

For @jadepresley 💖
This has been stuck in my head for daaaays! 


“Are you going to eat that?”

Draco frowned but shook his head and pushed his plate across the table. Potter attacked it as if he hadn’t just stuffed his face with three servings of scrambled eggs and croissants.

“Thanks,” he said, beaming at Draco. Clearing his throat, Draco had to look away, otherwise Potter might have noticed how pink his cheeks had suddenly gotten. He really didn’t understand Potter. He didn’t understand this whole strange situation they were in. Who would have thought he and Potter would become the kind of friends who would meet on Sundays for brunch? As much as Draco had always fantasised about becoming friends with him, this was an unexpected outcome. But not as unexpected as what had happened a few days ago…

“Potter, I think you’ve had enough to drink.”

“Dracoooooo! Don’t be such a drag!”

Draco blinked, the sound of his own name still ringing in his ears. Was this the first time Potter had said his given name to his face? Draco hated how much he enjoyed it. Watching Potter sway as he tried to make his way to the bar, Draco grabbed his arm.

“No more drinks for you,” he said resolutely.

“Dracoooo.” Potter knitted his brows together and started pouting. He actually pouted. Draco felt like he was going to faint.

“No, you’ve had enough.” His eyes darted down to Potter’s mouth. His lower lip was trembling and Draco wished he could stop the trembling by softly biting into it. “This won’t work on me,” he said, mentally cursing his voice for sounding so unsteady.

“Are you sure?” Potter said, his mouth stretching into a smile. “Then maybe this will!” With childish enthusiasm, Potter threw his arms around Draco’s neck. Their bodies were suddenly flush against each other.

“What are you-?” Before Draco could finish his question, Potter’s lips were on his, moving slowly and softly. Draco was too stunned to push him away. And honestly, he didn’t want to. Potter was kissing him! And the way he was kissing him… He didn’t seem as drunk as Draco had thought. Or maybe, he was just an exceptionally good kisser.

Against his better judgement, Draco closed his eyes and tentatively placed his hands on Potter’s hips. Potter let out a deep sigh that send a delicious shiver down Draco’s spine. But wait… this wasn’t right. Potter wasn’t in his right mind.

Reluctantly, Draco detached his lips from Potter’s and stared at him. He was not prepared for the sight that met him. Potter was gazing at him dreamily, a wide smile plastered on his face.

“See? I know it would work on you,” he mumbled, before his head collapsed on Draco’s shoulder. The added weight, from Potter going completely limp in his arms, made Draco stumble.

“What in Merlin’s name was that?”

Draco had asked himself that question a lot over the last couple of days. He still had no idea. Potter had acted like nothing had happened when they had seen each other again. Maybe he didn’t remember. But something was definitely off; Potter kept finding excuses to touch Draco in seemingly innocent ways and whenever he thought Draco wasn’t paying attention, he kept giving him these looks.

At first, Draco had thought he was just imagining things, but it kept happening and it left Draco confused and frustrated. What was Potter doing?

“Hey, I thought we could go to the movies tonight,” Potter said, completely nonchalant.

“The movies,” Draco repeated flatly.

“Yeah, you know, the Muggle-”

“I know what it is,” Draco snapped. He took a sip of his coffee and slammed the cup back down on the saucer.

“Is that a no?” Potter asked. Draco looked away, not sure what to say. As much as he enjoyed spending time with him, the way Potter was behaving made everything so hard. Draco wasn’t sure he could do it for much longer without exploding. Maybe it would be better to pause this friendship thing for a little bit. When his eyes found Potter’s again, his mouth opened involuntarily. Potter’s eyes were piercing and there was an odd expression on his face.

“Hold on, you’ve got some crumbs-” He leaned over the table, his hand outstretched. Draco blinked as Potter’s fingers brushed the corner of his mouth. They definitely lingered there longer than necessary. This was it! Draco had enough of this teasing.

Slamming his hands down on the table, he pushed himself out of his seat and stormed out of the café. What did Potter think they were doing? He acted like they were just friends, just friends, and then he did something like that. Seriously, it was all Potter’s fault. If the git hadn’t kissed him-

“Draco!”

Draco stopped in his tracks, a warm feeling spreading inside his chest. Stupid, stupid! He shouldn’t be feeling that way.

“Draco, wait!” Potter caught up to him, grabbing him by the shoulder and turning him around. “What’s going on? Why did you just leave like that?”

Draco scowled at his feet, not wanting to look Potter in the eyes.

“Is it something I did?” Potter asked, sounding genuinely unsure. Draco snorted. “What is it? Talk to me?” Potter lowered his head to catch Draco’s eyes and Draco suddenly felt fingers brushing the hair out of his face.

“This! This!!” Slapping his hand away, Draco finally looked up. “You’ve got to stop doing that!”

Potter looked shocked. He clearly hadn’t expected such an outburst.

“You can’t just do that all the time. Touch me like that.”

Draco watched as Potter’s face fell. He bit his lip and started wringing his hands.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it made you that uncomfortable.”

Wait, why did Potter look so crestfallen? That didn’t make any sense.

“It does,” Draco said through gritted teeth. “It would be much easier if you could be… a little more decisive.” Draco really didn’t want to have this conversation. He was pretty sure he’d just end up humiliating himself. And maybe, it would even mean the end of his friendship with Potter.

“What do you mean, more decisive?”

Draco sighed. Maybe his friendship with Potter was already over. Draco couldn’t stand to be around him like this.

“Maybe you behave like that around your friends. I don’t. There’s a line between- It’s not something you just- There’s a difference between-” Draco didn’t know how to explain it to Potter without sounding like a lovesick fool.

“Do you mean- I-… Are you talking about the kiss?” Potter sounded extremely nervous. Draco gaped at him.

“You remember? I thought you didn’t remember.”

“No, I remember,” Potter said quietly.

Draco’s mind reeled.

“Then why- What are you doing? I can’t even tell if that was accidental or not? If you regret it or not? What is this- What are we-”

“I don’t know, okay?” Potter interrupted him. “I don’t know.”

Draco studied him, taking in the insecure expression on his face.

“Even if you don’t know, you can’t just do that to me,” he murmured. “I have no idea what to think anymore.”

Potter bit the inside of his cheeks, before taking a step towards Draco.

“But you like me, right?”

Annoyed, Draco clicked his tongue.

“I’m pretty sure the answer to that is painfully obvious.”

Potter took another step, so that their chests were touching. Reaching for Draco’s hands, he interlaced their fingers and peered up at him from under his lashes.

“Would you…” His voice quivered slightly. “Would you want to kiss me again?”

Draco opened his mouth but no sound came out. Had Potter really just asked him-

“Potter, what are you doing?” he said, almost choking on the words. His eyes darted down when Potter licked his lips in one swift motion. “This is what I’m talking about. You can’t just keep playing these games with me.”

“It’s not a game,” Potter said, his expression turning serious. “I have no idea what I’m doing, okay? I have no idea how to handle… this.” He gave Draco’s hands a squeeze and guided them to the small of his back. “I’ve never fallen for a bloke before. Not like this. And you’re not just any bloke. It’s a little overwhelming, alright?”

Draco was glad Potter had stopped talking. He wasn’t sure if he would have been able to hear anything else over the ringing in his ears.

“Did you just say- You… What?”

Potter laughed, loud and wide. It made Draco weak in the knees.

“Can we please not dwell on this? This is embarrassing enough,” Potter said, pressing his body against Draco’s. “So, you still haven’t answered my question. Would you kiss me again?”

Instead of answering, Draco made a deep gurgling sound at the back of his throat. Before Potter had the chance to comment on it, Draco grabbed his face with both hands and started kissing him like he had wanted to for as long as he could remember.

“I swear to Merlin, if you take back what you just told me and we go back to being friends, I’m going to hex your testicles off,” he growled against Potter’s lips.

“Oh, I think we can make use of them in a much better way,” Potter chuckled, burying his hands in Draco’s hair. Draco groaned. He couldn’t believe this was really happening. After all this time. Finally!

Boku No Hero Academia Light Novel No.2 Translations

Commence Study Groups!

そろそろの勉強会: Chapter 1, Part 2 [click here for part 1] [Part 3]

(t/n: for some reason I found this quite hard to translate, but it was a quick short part before they switched back to yaomomo and gang, nonetheless enjoy the bakushima! p.s dont forget to read part 1!!! ^_^)

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hush, hush (m.) | 01

bangtan + fuckboy au

genre: smut (!!!) | angst (!!!) | oral sex | hate fuck | closet sex

word count: 4.4k


Every school has its golden couple. You know, they’re the pair that will stay together all through college, eventually, get married, and live happily ever after in a large house with their equally as large amount of children. You’ve seen them in the courtyard - hands clasped together in a perfect fit - you’ve seen them in your classes - effortlessly answering questions while sliding each other knowing looks - and you’ve definitely seen them at all the parties - before they head upstairs to one of the bedrooms, of course.

You know them. Everybody knows them. How could you not know them? Their lives were perfect, their friends were perfect, and their looks were perfect. They are perfect, popular, admired, and most importantly, in love.

Or at least, they were.

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Former Employment

Summary: Professor Stilinski is definitely not expecting to see his favorite porn star among the students of his Human Sexuality class.

Notes: Inspired by this ask. I don’t do power imbalance, so nothing happens until Derek is out of Stiles’ class. Also, while there are mentions of porn, there is no actual smut in this. Sorry. (On AO3)

@nogitsunelichen and @cobrilee – this is probably not what you had in mind, but I wrote it!


When Stiles pushes open the doors to the lecture hall, it’s completely empty. He blinks down at his watch in surprise, and realizes he made the walk across campus faster than he realized. There’s always an adjustment period at the beginning of every semester, where he figures out where his classrooms are and how long it’ll take to get there.

Well, he might as well utilize this time, then. He sits at the desk at the front of the room, and gets back to writing his proposal for a class on the influence of society on gender.

He gradually hears students come in as he works, but he keeps focused, because he knows he has at least another ten minutes before class starts.

But when he hears a student ask, “Hey, are you the professor?” he has to look up, and he begins to wish he’d done it a lot sooner.

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for you final [m]

Pairing: Jin x reader x Taehyung

Genre: badboy!Taehyung

Word Count: 5,723

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and drinking

A/N: I have been really sentimental today and have also been lying through my teeth about when I would upload this. Thank you all for being on this journey with me. I may or may not have sobbed while writing this. And I may or may not be willing to write an epilogue. Thank you for the past 7 months of support you’ve shown this series. I hope the ending doesn’t disappoint.

originally posted by vminv

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Final

“I can’t believe you’re actually here!” Momo almost screeches as you step out of the front seat of Mina’s car.

“Thank god,” you retort as you smooth your hands over your irritated stomach, “I don’t think anyone’s driving has ever made that car sick before.”

“Hey!” Mina protests as she pulls your bags out of the backseat, “I got us here over an hour earlier than the GPS predicted.”

Momo snorts as you shoot a glance at your speed demon best friend, “I think I have some ginger tea somewhere in my apartment. We can make you some to settle your stomach.”

“You don’t. The only thing you have in this apartment is potato chips and pig’s feet,” Sana teases as she joins all of you on the driveway of Momo’s complex.

“I’ve missed you,” you admit as you wrap your arms around your two best friends, “Please don’t leave me alone with her for that long.”

“I heard that,” Mina hisses as the car door beeps as it locks.

Sana doesn’t let go of your shoulders as all four of you proceed into Momo’s apartment, “It seems like we have a lot to catch up, but do you want to shower first? You smell.”

You sniff you armpits, “I do not!”

“That’s because you can’t smell yourself,” she gently pats your back as she barely shows your around the apartment before she is shoving you into the bathroom and turning on the shower, “We can go to dinner once you’re ready.”

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Happier (Aren’t You?)

Summary: Can you write something to do with the new Ed Sheeran song Happier? I was thinking in like the view of Dan’s ex who’s watching him fall in love with Phil?’

Genre: Songfic

Song: Happier

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Elements of angst

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Excerpt:

It’s been the longest month of her life and she has a million things on the tip of her tongue she’s dying to say and confess, but not whilst everyone is around. And not whilst Dan has the biggest smile on his lips as he looks down at his phone a couple of minutes later.

“Who are you texting, Howell? We’re all right here!” someone jokes, and Dan laughs and holds up his hands in surrender.

“Just Phil” he replies, the smile never once faltering.

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sex dice – first roll | jjk

jeon jungkook | bts | 1.8k words | smuttish af 

a/n : so… I wanted to write smut again but have now idea what to write then I got the random idea to use online sex dice to give me a random smut prompt. this smut is the result of the first dice roll. 


lick - chest

“Uugh,” Jungkook groans and arches his back into the mattress, as your tongue slides over his hardened nipple and zaps pleasure through his body. You know how sensitive his nipples are, they would tighten at the lightest touch, like when they rub against the fabric of his shirts or when a cold breeze grazes them. 

They are a tease when they protruded through his clothing, making dirty thoughts run through your mind that fill you with ideas what you could do with them. 

You love to toy with the velvet flesh between your fingertips, rub them and pinch them until his face distorted in bliss and pain and a throaty moan escapes Jungkook’s raw bitten lips, 

You love to circle your tongue around them, feel their softness under your tastebuds before finally enclosing your lips around them and suck purple and blue into them while feeling Jungkook’s firm grip in your hair pulling at your roots from the oversensitivity. 

“Fuck, Y/N, d–don’t tease,” he stutters as you, tonight, intentionally pepper kisses anywhere on his broad, muscular chest except for the two places he wants them most. He hisses out in frustration as you licked a stripe on his pec, right next to his nipple. 

“Y/N, I swear to god,” he groans and looks down at you with dark and hazy eyes. “You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow if you keep doing this.”

You smirk up at him, amused at his threat. You’re totally aware that he means it, but you know that he knows, too, how much you like that kind of punishment. “I wouldn’t mind that, baby boy.” You feel a sinking of his chest, a breathy exhale when his favorite pet name of yours for him reaches his ears; you know what a sucker for it he is, and how weak it can make him. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi there :) I love your take on andreil and I wondered if you would write something about Andrew being jealous/possessive of Neil? I always read fics where it's Neil in this situation.. thank u!! :)

i come bearing gifts, my wonderful anon. this was way too much fun to write. thank you for your request! also on AO3

send me prompts :)


“Kevin called today just to say that he’s emailing me extra drills to add to my training regimen. Because apparently I’m getting slower? Whatever. I told him to fuck off, but like that’s ever worked before,” Neil concludes. Andrew makes a vague sound of agreement, but since they’re on the phone, Neil has a hard time judging just how uninterested Andrew really is.

“Anyway,” Neil says, “I met up with Travis after practice to work on plays. He actually knows his shit, you know? He has this idea to keep Wilson back so that Singh can have better control of the line, and it’s genius. Singh is obviously superior when it comes to—”

“Travis?” Andrew interrupts him, suddenly sounding a good bit more attentive.

“Yeah, Travis Patterson. The one from the University of Texas?” Neil waits for some kind of acknowledgement but continues anyway when he gets none. “He’s easily our best backliner, aggressive as hell but knows where to draw the line. And he’s smart too, like he actually thinks before he makes a move. Which is rare.” Neil rolls his eyes at the general state of talent in the Professional Exy League, even though Andrew can’t see him. If he could, he would probably just glare and call Neil a junkie, so maybe it’s for the best. “I think we’re meeting up again on Thursday to go over specifics, make sure everything will really click before I try to implement the switch at practice,” Neil says, almost to himself. He gets up from the couch and makes his way into his bedroom, opening the top drawer on his nightstand and reaching for the stack of orange sticky notes in the back corner. He jots down “Travis - Thursday @ 7:00” and heads to the kitchen to press it to the refrigerator until it holds.

“What are you doing this weekend?” Andrew asks out of nowhere.

“I have a home game on Saturday afternoon, and then that charity event thing on Sunday…” Neil says, and it almost comes out as a question. Andrew knows this already. His team is off this weekend, but Neil’s schedule is so booked that they agreed it wasn’t worth the five hour plane ride.

“I’m coming. I can be there Saturday morning. 9:35,” Andrew states.

“Uh,” Neil blanks a bit out of shock but decides not to question it. Like he would ever complain. “Okay, yeah. I’ll be there to pick you up.”

“Okay,” Andrew says, disinterested tone back in full force.

“Hey, are you—” Neil begins, but Andrew has already hung up.

It isn’t abnormal for them to hang up without a proper goodbye, but there is usually at least a bit more ceremony to it. Neil shrugs to himself, chalking it up to Andrew being Andrew.

Andrew fucking hates flying.

This is news to no one. So this spontaneous five hour flight with only two days of mental preparation may seem ill-advised. And it is. Andrew knows that it is. But he hits “confirm” to book it anyway, cursing himself every step of the way. But he could only listen to Neil go on and on about Travis for so long before he cracked.

Andrew knows exactly who Travis is. Travis William Patterson, 27 years old, 6’3” backliner from middle of nowhere, Texas, current starter for the Boston Hurricanes, #9. As a matter of fact, Andrew is looking at him right now. ESPN is showing Exy highlights from last weekend, and Neil’s team just happens to be up at this very moment.

The Neil on screen has just performed some ridiculous move that absolutely should not have ended with a goal but somehow did, and he is immediately met with high-fives from his teammates and an affectionate-looking hug from Travis. Andrew can most certainly be objective, and this exchange looks pretty platonic. But Andrew is also a man attracted to men, and he has to admit that Travis is good looking. Really good looking. He’s got that whole good ol’ boy, yes ma’am/no sir, homegrown Southern cowboy appeal. If you’re into that. Which Andrew definitely isn’t, and he doesn’t think Neil is either.

Andrew knows that Neil isn’t the cheating type, but that doesn’t stop Andrew from feeling just a little possessive over him. He and Neil have been together for eight years now, so Andrew probably has nothing to worry about. And yet here he is, watching several hundred dollars drain from his bank account thanks to this impromptu flight.

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Lost (Peter Parker Imagine)

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

request: “Hey! How about the reader is coming over to comfort Peter after he lost the internship or smth. instead of going to an, for them, very important event? Like a concert of their favorite band, or a meet and greet or something? Like they looked forward to that evening for a very long time but Peter is more important. And Peter feels bad about that but it’s just really fluffy and they confess their feelings for each other? Idk just an idea 😅 Love your work 💕❤” (requested by @theweirdlunatic)

short summary: ^^

length: 2.6k words

warnings: kinda sad bc ya boy lost the “internship”…lol yah

A/N: idk how i feel about this either i feel like i lost my mojo bc of school truly sorry guys its been a minute sorry this took forever sorry this isn’t just one dance part 2 bc i know y’all really want that i promise it is like half done in my drafts. but here’s something read on fellas


“Yeah, I’m about to step outside to wait for you now,” you said excitedly into the phone as you talked to your best friend. You were haphazardly putting on a pair of jeans while balancing your phone between your ear and your shoulder. 

The two of you had gotten tickets to see your favorite band that you’d won in a radio contest about a month before. It was somewhat of a miracle considering there was no way that you’d be able to afford it otherwise, being an unemployed teenager makes it hard to do anything. But, one of the two tickets was in your possession and you were excited to see your favorite band after years of listening to them.

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Not Your Usual Tattoo

***PLEASE NOTE: This is Part Two of a series. You can find Part One linked below.***

Pairing: TattooArtist!Daveed x Reader

Summary: You go to a clipping. concert and get a lot more than you asked for. (This contains smut.)

Warnings: some aspects of d/s, fingering, oral sex, some biting, hickeys, hair pulling, slight dirty talk (i guess), Daveed with tattoos (tbh that’s the real killer in this AU)

Words: 6.5k+ (shit, I am so sorry)

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A/N: So this has been in the works for a longgg time and it is FINALLY done! I am so excited to release it! I hope you guys like it! <3 shoutout to @helplesslylins for being the B E S T and sticking with me through this ride! Also first fic on my rebirth account!

Tags: @tempfixeliza @daveeddiggsit @diggs4life @americanrevelation @patron-saintof-sluts @icanneverbesatisfied @merrahonthawall, @hamilbroke, @sharkastic-issues, @videogamedriver, @boredonatuesdaynight @thehamiltonpost , @hamiltonwrotetheother51 @butlinislin, @nadialinett14 , @librarychild , @spidey-boii , @me-hoy-me-trash , @serkewen12 , @daveedish , @linmanuclmiranda , @autistic-alien , @runnerriley, @hamilsquad-writings , @runnerriley


You’d be lying if you said you weren’t overly excited for the concert. The past week you’ve been playing strictly clipping. Clipping. was the only thing that felt right during your commutes around the city. You knew a fair amount of songs by the time the concert rolled around. Doors were at 8 but you decided to be in the area at 7:30, there was a small line but it wasn’t anything crazy. Everyone seemed to be chill and friendly, there was excited chatter about clipping. but most of it was centered around Daveed.

“I’m just saying if he wanted to pull me backstage I would not mind.” A girl to your left spoke to her group of friends.

They all burst into laughter and you quietly agreed in your head as you unlocked your phone.

“Hey Rafael!”

You looked up, a few people in line were calling out to Rafael who was walking past. You two connected eyes for a second and he did a double take before walking to you.

“Hey! You came.” Rafa smiled, tucking his hand into his pockets.

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Distractions

Hey guys! I have a lot of people that really liked Kiss Me and want me to do a second part, so here it be. Fair warning, I’m not super good at smut, but I tried. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader 

Requested: Highly

Anonymous Requested:

- OKAI NOW! you have just broken my heart with your imagine; Kiss me! I NEED a part two to it or else I will not be able to sleep! IT WAS AMAZING PIECE OF ART i call that❤️ anyways part 2 would be appreciated for kiss me! Thanks😌

-I really liked kiss me!! You should do a part 2 where they DA is like we gotta distract Draco and his friends, and the reader is like don’t worry I can distract Draco. She distracts him by getting naughty with him if u know what I mean ;)

-Could I have a Draco smut pls?

Warnings: Swearing, smut, kinda dominant reader (sorry if that’s not what you want. It’s kinda all I’m decent at doing) 


The people Umbridge had appointed to roam the halls looking for people out after curfew were getter harder and harder to avoid. Everyone knew it even though no one mentioned it until too many people had too many close calls. Harry eventually called a meeting about it. All of you packed into the Room of Requirement waiting for a brilliant solution. 

“So, as I’m sure you’ve all noticed, Umbridge is putting more people out there to get ahold of someone that could tell her what she wants to know,” Harry said. A ripple went across the crowd of people, wondering was going to be done. 

“What should we do?” Someone asked. Harry rubbed the back of his neck. 

“We’ll have to find ways to distract them,” He said. A ripple of agreement. After that, people began creating groups to distract certain people. You noticed that everyone avoided taking Draco. 

“I can take Malfoy,” You said, loudly. Everyone turned to look at you. 

“How many people do you think you’ll need in that group?” Harry asked. You shook your head. 

“Just me,” You said, smiling. 

“Just you?” He asked. You nodded. 

“Bloody Hell, (Y/N). Have you lost your mind?” Ron asked, looking at you like you’d grown a second head. You laughed, shaking your head again. 

“Nope, I’m just that good,” You said. That had nothing to do with it. You just knew that you had better ways to take care of him than anyone else would. They didn’t have to know that though. 

“Exactly how long do you think you can keep him busy?” Hermione asked, crossing her arms. You rolled your eyes up to the ceiling, pretending to think. 

“All night.” You took pride in all the surprised faces. 

“Really?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Really,” You said. Just as she opened her mouth to say something else, Harry cut her off.

“If you think you can handle him, I trust you,” He said. You smiled, pulled your wand from your robes, and walked out into the hallway. 

You strolled down the same corridor you had the night Draco threatened to turn you in, hoping you’d run into him. If you stayed long enough, you knew he’d turn up. You were almost sure that they had routes that each person took. You took a seat in a little alcove and waited. Sure enough, you caught a blonde head walking towards you. Smirking, you sank into the alcove and dropped your wand just to make some noise. You heard his footsteps come closer to you. You smiled when his face appeared in front of you. 

“Hey, Draco,” You said, grabbing your wand off the ground. 

“What the hell are you doing? Anyone could have found you,” He snapped. You shrugged, tapping your wand against your thigh. 

“Careful, Malfoy, someone might go thinking you care,” You giggled. He snorted. 

“What are you doing here?” He barked, face hardening. 

“I was waiting for you.” His reaction was no less than pleasing. His eyes widened and he stiffed up just like he had when he demanded that you kiss him in the classroom. This only lasted for a fraction of a second before he glared at you.

“Have you lost your bloody mind, (L/N)?” He snarled.

“You know, that’s the second time someone’s asked me that today,” You laughed. You watched him force his breathing to stay even. “But, to answer your question, no.” 

“Then what are you doing in the middle of the hall when everyone’s sole purpose is to turn you in?” He asked, watching you as you leaned back against the wall. 

“I thought you might want to see me,” You said, grinning. 

“Why?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“I thought you liked me,” You laughed. He was good at putting on a mask of cool indifference, but you saw the way he started to shift nervously. He swallowed thickly, not breaking that carefully crafted mask as he answered. 

“I suppose,” He said in an even tone. 

“Okay, so, I might just be horny. Either way, I thought we were on the same page,” You said, bluntly. He blushed lightly, almost unnoticeably.  

You waited patiently for him to process what you’d said. When he did, he gripped your wrist and dragged you all the way to a part of the castle you didn’t even know existed. Again, he pulled you into a dark room, this one smaller than the last. Once the door closed, he let you go and lit a couple of candles. Only enough to bring to room to a soft glow. It was a bedroom. 

“This’ll do,” You said. He stood not far inside the door with the same look on his face that he’d had that night. 

“Kiss me,” He breathed. 

Without hesitation, you pressed your lips to his. His hands found their way to your hips, fingers pressing into them with surprising gentleness. You felt yourself smiling into the kiss as he began to rub small circles into your hips. Slowly, you moved your hands up, beginning to massage your fingers through his hair. You were surprised to find that there was very little product in his hair as you did. He hummed happily into your mouth. You pulled away. 

“Where’s all that fire from before?” You asked teasingly. His eyes narrowed. 

“Watch yourself, (L/N),” He grumbled.

“And if I don’t?” You asked. In all reality, you were just trying to rile him up. You wanted whatever spark that he’d created that night to come back. 

Instead of answering, he kissed you again, shoving forward with his bottom jaw and trying to get the upper hand. You could have laughed, if he thought you were going to roll over just like that then he was wrong. Nipping his lip, you began to lean your weight into him. Again you had him backed up against a wall in the midst of a sloppy, open mouthed kiss as you pulled his shirt off. Tongues tangled, noses bumped, and teeth clicked together as you got more into it. Fireworks began to go off again. You reached up and tugged his hair, surprised by how easily his head fell back. Smirking, you began to suck marks into his neck. There was something oddly satisfying about the dark bruise against his milky white skin. 

“Why do you, mmm, insist upon leaving marks?” He panted. You tilted your head up, smiling. 

“I like to mark my territory.” His eyes then took on that wild look again. That was the look you wanted. 

Quickly, he stripped off your shirt and began to run his hands over your exposed skin. You shivered despite the trail of fire each finger left in its wake. You’d almost forgotten how warm his hands were. You allowed your own hands to wander his body, trailing down his stomach and tracing along the edge of his pants. Goosebumps rose on his flesh as you began to rub against him. He slipped his hands under your bar again, rubbing over your nipples and pulling a soft moan from you. Looking up at him, you saw a smirk crawl over his face in a sinister way. He flicked at your nipple again. 

“Draco,” You moaned, softly. 

“Say it again,” He purred. 

“Draco.” The smirk grew and he trailed a hand beneath your skirt, softly brushing his fingers over your clothed clit. To return the favor, you began to massage him through his pants.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” He breathed, bucking his hips slightly towards your hand. You kissed him again, but only for a moment before he pulled back. 

“On your knees,” He ordered. You nearly laughed. 

“You’ll find that I don’t take orders well, Draco,” You said, lowly. His look of surprise was highly amusing to you. Pulling away from him completely, linking only your hands, you lead him to the bed. He sat, staring up at you like he wasn’t really sure what to do anymore now that you’d denied his order. 

“However, you will find, that I can be very obliging if you ask nicely,” You said. You weren’t entirely sure where this dominant persona was coming from, but you liked it. 

“What?” He asked, sounding a little offended. You dropped to your knees in front of him, leaning your face close to his crotch, and looked up at him with wide, (E/C) eyes that feigned innocence. 

“All you have to do is ask nicely. Tell me what you want, Draco,” You said, rolling his name off your tongue with a sensual drawl. He swallowed audibly as you began rubbing his thigh with smooth, fluid motions. 

“Suck me off,” He said, quietly. You locked eyes with him. 

“What was that?” You asked, sweetly. You began to unbuckle his belt, kissing his hip bones as you did. 

“Suck me off,” He said, a little louder. You pulled off his pants and began to press kisses to his clothed member. His breath hitched. 

“I believe,” You said, pressing a kiss to each of his inner thighs, “That I said ask nicely.” The frustrated groan that sounded above you made your lips twitch into a smug grin for a second. He remained quiet for a little while as you began to bite his inner thighs, creating marks. Another odd feeling of satisfaction washed over you knowing that only you two would know about these marks. Slowly, you pulled off his underwear, mildly impressed by his size. He stared down at you, looking smug for a second but, when you didn’t do anything, he glared. 

“All you have to do is ask nicely,” You said, blowing warm air over his tip. He stifled some kind of sound. 

“Please, suck me off,” He said, gritting his teeth. You smiled. 

“Much better.” Without much warning, you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, please with the sharp gasp that followed. You kitten licked the head, swirling your tongue around it before pulling back and blowing air across it again. He shivered. 

“Don’t tease,” He said, though it almost sounded like begging. You could feel the heat between your legs flare at the sound of his voice. It had dropped an octave and become slower. 

You took him into your mouth, bobbing your head slowly and pumping what your mouth couldn’t reach with your hands. He groaned, bucking his hips up. You gagged a little. Sighing through your nose, you placed your hands on his hips to keep him from gagging you further. 

“Merlin, (Y/N),” He grunted. “Where, ah, did you learn to do t-this?” You took him out of you mouth for a second. 

“You’re mom,” You responded, going back down. 

The longer you sucked, the more he strained against you in attempt you press farther into your mouth. At some point his hands has threaded themselves into your hair and gripped it hard. You hummed as you sucked him off, sending vibrations down his shaft in order to get the incredibly pleasing little gasps or get him to groan your name. His hand tightened in your hair. 

“ Fuck. I’m close,” He warned. You bobbed your head faster, pulling him almost all the way out of your mouth and dipping back again. He strained more against your hands and pulled harshly at your hair. 

“(Y/N)!” He moaned, cumming hard into your mouth. You swallowed and let go of him, coughing. 

“I hope you know that I expect you to return the favor,” You said, hoarsely. He nodded, seemingly in a trance as he stared at you lips. You were sure that they were slightly swollen and red.  

“You’re going to have to ask nicely,” He mocked, vaguely. You shed the rest of your clothing and got on the bed. You hooked your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him close to you. As your eyes locked, your lips curled into a smirk. 

“Eat me out,” You whispered, leaning your head even closer so you could speak into his ear. “Please, Draco.” 

When he pulled back, his pupils had blown wide and his eyes had clouded over with lust. Slowly, he began to kiss down your neck to your chest, stopping briefly to suck and bite at you nipples. You hummed in pleasure as you felt your core throb. You gripped his hair loosely, silently asking him to go lower. He kissed down the length of your body, watching you closely as he neared your pussy. Slowly, he licked along your slit. You gasped, hips twitching. 

“Ask me nicely,” He taunted.

“I don’t ask twice,” You growled, gripping his hair painfully tight. He made a low sound somewhere in his throat. 

It was like a switch flipped. All of the sudden, he was lapping and sucking at your lips. You let out a loud cry when his tongue flicked your clit. He did it again. You pushed your hips into his face, but he didn’t hold them down like you had with his. He let you buck into his face and pull his hair to your heart’s content as he ate you out. He ate you like you were his last meal. You felt you thighs shaking and a knot coiling in your stomach as he fucked you with his tongue. 

“Jesus fucking christ. Draco!” You moaned as you came. He picked his head up to look at you, liquid silver eyes burning into your own. 

“You sound gorgeous when you moan my name like that,” He said. He licked his lips as he crawled over you. You leaned up, nipping his collar bones. Pressing a kiss to your mouth, he slipped a finger into you. You hummed softly. 

“Fuck me and I’ll keep saying it like that,” You purred. A second finger slipped in, followed closely by a third. Leaning over, he pulled a condom out of the bedside drawer and put it on. He smirked at you and you mirrored his expression. Teasingly, he pressed the tip against your lips. 

“Ask nicely,” He taunted. Growling, you flipped him onto his back and straddled his hips. A look of surprise washed over his face. 

“No.” With that, you pressed him into you. You both gasped at the feeling. For a moment, you were still, adjusting to the size of him. Finally, you started moving. Bouncing up and down on him, you changed angles to find that one spot that would make you scream. You felt his hands ghost over your hips and you glared at him. 

“Touch me and I’ll stop,” You said, sharply. In response, he whined in a high pitched, almost childish, manner. “Hands on the headboard.” He did as you told him. 

You placed your hands on his chest, splaying your fingers out over the muscle, as you rode him. Draco sucked his lip into his mouth to keep from making sounds, but you pulled it out with a smile. You wanted to hear him as much as he wanted to hear you. You loved it when he moaned your name. You muttered his name over and over again as you circled your hips a bit. 

“I want to touch you,” He whined. You nodded, letting out a low moan. One of his hands went up to play with your nipples and the other gripped your hip. 

“Oh god, Draco. Feels so good,” You moaned, throwing your head back. 

“Merlin, (Y/N), you’re so beautiful,” He panted. A thin sheen of sweat covered both of you, giving the illusion of a glow in the candle lit room. He thrusted up to meet you every time you slid down. Your eyes fell closed and you leaned over him so you faces were close together. 

“Fucking hell.” He cupped your face, pulling you into an open mouthed kiss as your thrusts became sloppy. That knot tied in your abdomen again and you let out a low whine. You weren’t sure who came first, but you both threw your heads back. 

“I love you!” Draco yelled as he came. You swallowed his words with a kiss as you rode out your orgasms together. 

Eventually, he slipped out of you and you fell next to him in the bed. He quickly disposed of the condom. Both of you laid in the warm afterglow, panting. You glanced over at him, admiring the way his sweaty hair stuck to his forehead and the way his cheeks flushed to such a rosy pink. Draco was beautiful. Then it hit you. He said he loved you. Sitting up, you looked down at him. 

“You love me?” You asked quietly. His eyes shot open and his blush flared. 

“Shut up, (L/N),” He snapped. You offered him a tired smile. 

“I don’t know if I love you yet, but I sure as hell could get there,” You mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to his red lips. He blinked in surprise. 

“Could you?” He asked. You nodded, laying your head on his chest. 

“I think I could.” And that was the truth. Being with him, in any way, shape, or form, meant having those fireworks go off. That was all you needed right then. He wrapped an arm around you and kissed your forehead. 

“Whatever you say, (Y/N),” He said, quietly. A slow smile spread over your face as you both fell asleep. You wondered what you were going to tell the trio when you got back in the morning. 

Wolf Versus Crow

Originally posted by davosseaworths

Request: anon asked “Jon x Reader x Robb love triangle? They’re both super fluffy around her when they’re alone with her but get all kinda passive aggressive when all they’re all together.”

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1550

Notes: I!!  LOVED!!  WRITING!!  THIS!!  HOLY COWABUNGA!!!!!  also i know jon isn’t at the nights watch yet so he’s not a crow but hey its a cool title

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Mobbed & Shaken

Series : Dog Mom Life

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom is in for a surprise by the reader but after getting off a flight he gets mobbed by fans who shove posters in his face making him feel uneasy.

Word Count:1,800+

A/N:Hopefully you enjoy this new fic, I talk about the situation on the post I linked. I’m really disappointed in the fans that mobbed him though. Have common decency for a human being. Tom being mobbed wtf . This fic is in relation to what happened, and of course adding stuff.


[Tom’s POV]


“Mr. Holland we can get you out of here as quickly as we can” Yawning I nod running my fingers through my hair. Walking out of the gate we make our way towards the front. Once down to the baggage claim a man was carrying mine and Harrison’s bags. Then it hits me all at once when the volume in the building rises from fans screams and excitement.


“Tom please sign this!”


“Tom I love you!”


“TOM!”


    A poster is shoved in my face causing me to stumble backwards. Grabbing the sharpie being shoved in my hand I sign it quickly. More posters are in my face causing me to panic, I’m exhausted from the flight we just took. This was so overwhelming after the flight, I was still waking up  Sighing I sign the ones being waved in my face.


   Harrison tugs me along while the bodyguards make a pathway for us. My bag gets taken to put in the trunk. Getting into the car I close the car as a mob of fans pour out of the airport doors. Harrison gets in letting out a groan resting his head against the rest. Placing my head in my hands as my elbows rest on my knees. Harrison rubs my back causing me to look up.


“You alright mate?”


“I.. I don’t know” I mumble looking out of the window as the car starts to drive.


[Reader’s POV]


“Tom Holland is currently on his way to his hotel room, spotted at the airport just moments ago from our sources” The announcer’s voice on the radio fills the air in your car.


“Can you speed up a bit,I’m not feeling too well” you ask even though you were completely fine. Yet there was a bad feeling in your stomach about Tom getting off this flight. You don’t know if it’s this soon to be mother intuition but you just had a feeling. Placing your hand on your bump rubbing it gently. The driver changes the station to something else after they started talking about something else.


     As the car ride sped by a little quicker you pull out your phone. Smiling at the screensaver of you and Tom on your wedding day. Your screensavers always put a smile on your face when you look at them. Unlocking your phone pulling up Instagram. Clicking the search button the various posts that Instagram thinks you will like pops up. A bunch of pictures of Tom start loading up.


   Setting your phone back in your purse you decide to relax for the rest of the ride. You were bringing Tessa as a surprise to hopefully cheer up Tom. She was excited to  be going on an adventure. Unfortunately you couldn’t stay too long because of your ticket. It was all a surprise that even Harrison was involved in.



Harrison:

We just got to the hotel, see you and Tess soon. Tom’s definitely going to need this,he’s a bit upset.


You:

Is everything okay? What’s going on?


Harrison:

It’s better to talk to Tom about it when you get to the hotel okay?


You:

I’ll be there soon, Tessa is getting restless


“Tessa love, you excited to see Daddy?” you ask as the car pulls up to the hotel. Tessa walks by your feet perching her paws up at the window. Feeling your phone buzz again,you  look at it to see Harrison’s message.


Harrison:

Room 875 ,me 879


    Putting your phone back in your purse,grabbing Tessa’s leash hooking it on her. Opening the door she jumps down onto the ground, her tags jingling. Your suitcase is handed to you by your bodyguard. Tessa looks up at you waiting for you to walk. She pulls with Tom but stopped pulling since you got pregnant.


“Tessa’s here!” a voice shouts making you freeze. Looking up to see a crowd of girls that were heading over quickly.


“Fuck” I mutter walking towards the hotel doors,Tessa quickly walking beside you. Her tail wagging with a happy look on her face.


   Your guard blocking some of the girls that tried shoving their phones in your face. They were desperate heathens trying to take pictures. Feeling a tug you see a girl’s hand on Tessa’s leash. Reaching down slapping the girls hand when she tries taking Tessa’s leash from you. What in her damn mind did she think that’s okay?


Don’t touch her” You snap using a stern tone, Tessa steps in front of you letting out a little growl. The girl lets go stepping away from you and Tessa.


“What in the actual fuck” huffing out in frustration you and Tessa walk in. She lets out a bark that echoes in the hotel. Probably her own way of saying what the fuck.


“Mrs. Holland are you alright?” A man came up to you, he had a gold name tag on. He must be the manager here.


“Could be better but please get a better control of that.. one of them tried taking my husband and I’s dog” Looking back you see the group of girls that turned into a mob.


“Of course we’re terribly sorry, We hope you enjoy your stay” He gives you a small smile which you return one as well. It wasn’t his fault for what happened but knowing it will never change.


“C’mon love let’s head upstairs okay?” Giving a small tug to her leash we head over to the elevators. Clicking the button making it light up,the doors opening.Tessa’s nails click against the flooring as she walks in.The elevator dinged each time it went up a floor. Thankfully the elevators weren’t made of glass so people couldn’t see inside. Pulling out your phone opening up your messages. Sending a quick one once you reach the elevators.


You:

Heading up to the 8th floor, is Tom in his room?


Harrison:

Yeah he just got settle in, how’s Tessa?


You:

Well someone tried taking her and I slapped their hand.


Harrison:

Shit that’s going to be on the internet now lmao


    The elevator speaks saying the floor you’re on now. Looking up to see the doors opening. Tessa steps out looking from side to side. Seeing a sign having arrows underneath numbers. Finding the number range Tom’s room is you head in that direction. Tessa’s nose sniffing on the ground her head perks up. Making it to Tom’s room you knock three times. Tessa sits down in front of the door tail wagging fast. 


“shhh Tessa” You whisper as she looks up at you.


“Coming!” you hear your husband shout through the door, His footsteps are heard as he got closer to the door. A click sound signaling he unlocked the door opening it slowly. 


    The door opens fully to review you and Tessa. Tom’s smile making your heart melt. He pulls you into a massive hug as Tess wraps her leash around the both of you. Holding onto him so you don’t fall over.


“Shit, Tessa hold on love” Tom laughs trying to get us untangled. Once untangled he lets the both of you in. Tom cups your cheeks in his hands pressing his lips against yours. God you’ve missed him and it felt so good to be kissed by him.


“I can’t believe you’re here” his lips peppering kisses all over your face making you giggle. 


“Surprise babe, the three of us were missing you” 


“I’ve missed the three of you terribly… ‘ello love have you been treating you mum well?” Tom kneels down pressing a kiss to your bump. He wraps his arms around your bump resting his cheek against it. He looked so damn adorable as you looked down at him.


“Tom, are you alright though?” You ask running your fingers through his soft curls. He looks up at you then looks away quickly. 


“If you want the truth, I’m actually not” He stands pulling you towards the bed. Walking over to the other side I slip my sandals off then getting into the bed. Tom strips his shirt getting in and laying next to you. His face looking serious and pained,you hated seeing Tom like this.


“So I got mobbed at the airport today.. I normally don’t have a problem with my fans cause I adore them so much for all their support.. But today was the first time I felt overwhelmed.. God I don’t know what to do or how to process this..”


“Well first off you’re going to breathe, you’re alive cause thankfully they didn’t harm you physically.. Mentally this is a lot, you’re a celebrity and it never really ends but you have your family,Tessa and I to get you through it no matter what” you say placing your hand on his cheek he turns his face to kiss your palm. He then pulls you into his warm embrace. Being in his arms calmed you no matter what happened.


“I’m so blessed to have you in my life.. I love you so much darling”  His smile making your heart skip a beat like always.


“More than yesterday?” you ask batting your lashes up at him earning a laugh from Tom. 


“Yes darling, always loving you more and more each day” Tom presses a kiss to your forehead while he rubs your bump. His phone starts buzzing and ringing. Reaching into his pants he pulls out his phone.


“Uh,babe.. did you hit a fan?” he asks showing you a video. It replays showing your hand hitting the girls off of the leash. Oh God it was already on the internet.


“Well in my defense she grabbed onto Tessa’s leash.. No one try’s to take my fur baby away” Tessa jumps on the bed laying down by your legs. Her sweetness shining in her eyes, you loved her so much.


“They grabbed onto her leash?” Tom asks looking at you shocked his eyes going wide. 


“They can hate me all they want, I’m a dog mom first and no one tries to take Tess’s leash from me” 


“I can’t even imagine how you’re going to be when someone is rude to our daughter darling” his chuckle making his chest vibrate.Tessa rolls on her back waiting for a belly rub.


“Yes love, I will protect you with my mum honor if it’s the last thing I do..” leaning over to reach her belly to give it a rub. A happy bark escapes her making you smile.


“Definitely will make them rue the day if they upset our daughter or our dog child” 


“oh bloody hell did you just say rue?!” Tom’s laughter fills the air of the hotel room.


“Oh hush at my word choice but it works!” You push him making him fall out of the bed.


“Fuck! dammit babe” he groans laughing at what just happened.  You enjoyed moments with him like this. Acting silly and being madly in love with each other. Life was perfect because you get through the hardships together. 

Apple Pie Life

Title: Apple Pie Life

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,858

Warnings: Douchebag boyfriend, Fluff

Summary: The Reader gets stood up by her boyfriend, only to have a cafe worker come out and rescue her, taking her out instead.

A/N: This is my extremely late submission for @ravengirl94 1.5k Challenge. My prompt was “Wait…is this a date?” Feedback is greatly appreciated. Happy Reading!

Oh and… HAPPY AUTUMN!!

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Forty five minutes.

 Forty five whole minutes had passed by and you were still waiting on the corner of the street, your head flicking back, left and right, hoping to see some sign of the man you were waiting for. No call. No text. Just you standing on the corner, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world.

 You had spent an hour getting ready for this date. You had straightened your hair, pulling back a few pieces in the front and pinned it back to give you a different look. You spend hours trying to pick out the perfect outfit to wear, settling on your favourite jeans, a pair of knee high socks and your favourite boots that were perfect for any outdoor event. You had your favourite jacket on that made you look amazing and a flannel underneath. Your makeup was damn near perfect. It was all for nothing.

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