so fine with a bit of stubble

Tennessee Whiskey

Title: Tennesee Whiskey

Summary: Dean Winchester doesn’t think he can fall in love. But every time he thinks of the way he’s around her, the way she makes him smile even in the darkest of days, he starts to believe that maybe, just maybe, he’s wrong.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 2315

Warnings: Hmmm. Like the tiniest bit of angst. Drinking as a coping mechanism (not healthy, but this is Dean we’re talking about, so, you know…). And fluff, guys. So much fluff.  

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @supernatural-jackles Jen’s SPN Birthday Challenge. My sweetest friend, Jen, happy birthday (even if I’m a few days early) and thank you so much for letting me participate. I loved working on this one.

My prompt for this was a gif that’s inserted into the fic. The story is very much based on Chris Stapleton’s Tennessee Whiskey (which is the most amazing song ever and has Dean’s name all over it *cough* the glorious Jensen Ackles has covered that song and it’s a dream *cough*)

Special thank you to my twin @ravengirl94 because she is the best best-friend and writing guru in the world (and because she kept me sane these past few weeks). You’re the best, twin. 

Thank y’all for bearing with me. Enjoy <3 

Originally posted by dontlookatmeitwashim

Dean Winchester had always liked bars.

He liked the way they looked, deep mahogany booths and age-speckled lights making him feel at home in places that had seen their fair share of stories, the way that distinct scent of cigarette smoke and aged whiskey clung to his clothes afterwards, like it was a piece of him.

He liked the inverted bottles that were pressed along the walls, the beer and the whiskey and the bourbon, and the way it burnt down his throat and made him feel something, anything, on those nights he was far too numb and far too broken to believe he was alive in the first place.

Alcohol used to be Dean’s poison and fuel anyway; it cleansed the impure parts of him and kept him going when he felt like there wasn’t much to keep going for.

And then she came along.

Y/N waltzed into his life years ago, when she’d shakily shot the werewolf that had kidnapped her right in the heart, and, ever since that day, she’d somehow managed to wove herself deep into the fabric of his existence.

He didn’t even notice at first.

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My Bloody Sweetheart (Part 1)

Originally posted by who-the-frick-is-bucky

Summary: When a familiar face shows up one day, the reader couldn’t be happier…

My Bloody Sweetheart Masterlist

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

Word Count: 4,000ish

Warnings: language, smut, mention of drug use, mention of murder

A/N: The first part of what I hope is an exciting series for ya’ll!…

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Sterek Baseball AU-

Derek Hale was a free agent at the end of the season, and moved from the cold streets of Boston, Massachusetts to the warm sunny city of Los Angeles, California. Not only did he find himself with a team who didn’t tease him for his pre-pitch dance, but he found himself falling hard for a mouthy first baseman by the name of Stilinski.

“Out for two fucking games.” Derek scowled when Stiles sat down, “For catching a goddamn ball and getting my face hit.” He sighed, “And look at the form on that idiot. Does he not know how to pitch?” He paused for a moment, rubbing his face for a moment, “That was douchey. Sorry.”

Stiles laughed then patted his leg sympathetically. “Don’t worry, we all know he sucks. And it’s only for two games, dude. We’ll be fine since they have me on first base.” He smirked to himself and wiggled proudly in hopes of making Derek cheer up a little.

Derek laughed a little, giving Stiles’s knee a nudge with his own. “Lucky we’ve got you or we’d be fucked.” He laughed again, a bit of a flush rising to his cheeks. Luckily his face was still sort of red from where he’d been hit, so the flush wasn’t that noticeable.

“I’m glad you agree,” he laughed, glancing at him. “Damn, he got you good. You can see the redness through your manly lumberjack stubble." 

written with the lovely prettyashale

who’s scruffy looking?

in which clarke has ~a thing~ for bellamy’s beard

happy late birthday to @prosciuttoe​; sorry this isn’t furry enough for you 🌚

wc: 4 951
rated m | read on ao3

As with most things, Raven is partially to blame.

(“I don’t understand why you’re also blaming me ,” mutters Miller mulishly, “ She’s the one who made the bet with him. I had nothing to do with their bullshit ideas.”

“You spurred them on,” says Clarke, and he rolls his eyes, but doesn’t deny it.)

It starts when Miller returns from vacationing with his dad up in the mountains sporting a full beard.

His beard isn’t really anything new to them- normally he just errs on the side of scruffy, but has been known to grow it out once in a while, especially back when they were in college- so there’s just the general ribbing and maybe one or two pointed comments dropped by Monty before they ignore it.

And then Bellamy gets drunk.

Bellamy doesn’t usually get drunk when they go out; in fact he’s usually the one still annoyingly sober while they do stupid shit like climbing up on the tables or trying to rewire the jukebox. But it is the start of summer break and all his AP students passed their exams so if there was an occasion for overdoing the celebratory drinking, this would be it.

Drunken Bellamy is even sort of cute, far more tactile and vocal about his affection. Which is why it’s no surprise that as the night wears on, they find him gently stroking Miller’s cheek murmuring all sorts of nonsense while Miller looks three seconds away from throttling him. Clarke sneaks a picture. She’s totally going to use this in a mood board when his birthday comes around.

“I’m so jealous of your beard,” he slurs, just a little, and Miller slaps his fingers away. “I’ve always wanted a beard.”

“I don’t know if you’ve realised this,” says Raven, dropping in from seemingly out of nowhere, “But you’ve got all the components you need to grow a beard, Blake.”

Miller snorts at the exact same moment Bellamy’s face falls. “Yeah, no. Theoretically he might have them but trust me on this. Blake is as bare faced as they come.”

Raven’s eyes practically light up at that and her head snaps back to look at him. “You can’t grow a beard?” she asks delightedly.

“Of course I can grow a beard,” he grumbles.

“Then how come we’ve never seen you with one?”

“Because it’s uncomfortable .”

“Uh huh, sure. That’s why.” She lifts an eyebrow. “I bet you can’t grow a full beard like Miller’s before the month’s up.”

“Easiest fucking bet you’ve ever made, Reyes,” says Miller, and Bellamy elbows him in the ribs.

“I can totally grow a beard in the next three weeks,” he protests. “I don’t need to prove that to you.”

“Methinks the man doth protests too much,” she says in a sing-song voice, and his scowl deepens.

“I’m not protesting. And that’s not the quote.”

“Come on,” she wheedles, “Fifty bucks says you can’t.”

He glowers at her for one last moment before finally caving. “Fine,” he sighs, sticking his hand out for her to shake. She does so rather enthusiastically and Clarke already knows that this is going to be a disaster. “I’ll take your stupid bet.”

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I want you back

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Featuring: Robert Downey Jr.

Words: 1663

Warnings: none

Request: none

Tags: none

Notes: I hope you like it! I just came up with this and I felt like writing it. It was a bit tough since I have a massive cold with a massive headache but oh well, I did my best!


Originally posted by 107th-infantry

Finding an outfit for this red carpet had been a real challenge. Usually, you didn’t care much about this kind of stuff but for some reason, you really wanted to look stunning that day. Of course, you knew why. He was going to be there. How couldn’t he be when he was a part of the movie? But it had been almost a year since the last time you saw him. Almost a year since he stormed out of your apartment after you broke up with him.

Every time you thought about the fight you realized how stupid it had been. He had been filming so many stuff, barely having time for you and you just got sick of it. You were his girlfriend, not just someone to sleep with. But it hasn’t been fair and you knew it. Your schedule wasn’t the best either. Being an actress, like him, made it hard for the two of you to find time but that didn’t mean you didn’t love him with everything you had, just like he loved you with everyone he had.

The question was…did he still love you? Maybe you would find out at the Infinity War premier that night. Sebastian aka Bucky Barnes, was going to be there, along with the whole team who knew what had happened between you two. Awkward? Nah.

As you were getting closer to the premier you were getting nervous seeing all the crowd. Your relationship hasn’t been a secret so the spotlight probably was going to be on the two of you. No pressure. Your car stopped and you took a minute to calm down before nodding to the driver so he got out of the car, walked around the car and opened the door for you, helping you out so you wouldn’t crash your head against the floor which could happen easily with the heels you were using. Damn fashion.

Immediately, you were blinded by all the flashes and you started hearing your name being called. As you used to do, you took your time fixing your dress to compose yourself before looking up with a bright smile. Fame was all about smiling after all. You approached the fans that had been waiting there probably all night and started taking photos with them before you posed for the cameras. The same old thing.

“(Y/N)!” You heard your name being called by a familiar voice. When you turned around you saw Robert walking over you.

“Iron Man in the flesh!” You smiled hugging him. “How are you?” You asked him after you two pulled away. “Nervous?”

“Oh c’mon, you know I don’t get nervous with these things” he laughed. “Actually, I could shit myself right now but let’s keep that between us” he winked making you laugh out loud. “How have you been? It’s been ages!”

“You know, here and there, working a lot” you shrugged. “Nothing new to be honest”

“Your last movie was great I must admit” he congratulated you.

“Thank you! I’m so happy about how it turned out” you said.

“(Y/N)! Robert! Please, a photo!” a paparazzi said.

“Work time” you both said laughing before you turned to pose for some pictures.

“I’ll catch up with you later, alright?” Robert smiled. “Oh, by the way, he’s somewhere over there” he added before walking to the fans.

And that was exactly what you needed to know. Suddenly you felt your palms sweating and your heart beating with strength. You thought you were mentally prepared for this but maybe, just maybe, you were wrong. Taking a deep breath, you ignored the nervousness and walked over the fans to keep on taking photos.

“(Y/N)! Can we have a word?” A journalist said.

“Of course” you smiled.

“First of all, let me and all our readers congratulate you for all the amazing work you’ve been doing lately” the woman said.

“Thank you so much, I’m so proud of it and so happy. I never thought it would turn out that fine to be honest” you smiled.

“So tell us, is it true that you’ve been casted for the next season of Game of Thrones?” She asked making you laugh. You had been asked about that so many times lately.

“A girl has no answer” you winked making her laugh. “I’m not allowed to say anything” you shrugged.

“Are you excited about this movie?” She asked.

“I am! I’ve always been a huge Marvel fan and I can’t wait to see what they’ve done this time” you nodded.

“So you know nothing about the plot?” She asked.

“Absolutely nothing. I’m as clueless as you guys” you smiled.

“(Y/F/N), what a pleasant surprise” a voice said behind you. That voice.

You turned around slowly and your breath got stuck in your throat as you saw him. He just looked so good in that black tux, with that stubble and that warmth in his eyes.

“Seb” you smiled a little.

As soon as the paparazzi spotted the two of you, they started taking photos like crazy, which made you feel a bit uncomfortable since you knew it would be all over internet in less than an hour, people would be speculating about the two of you and you really didn’t want that. But there was nothing you could do about it.

“How are you?” He asked taking a step towards you as you did the same.

“Fine” you nodded. “You?” You asked back.

“Nervous” he chuckled.

“I’m sure the movie is great” you said.

All you wanted to do was hugging him but you didn’t want to do it in front of all the press. And somehow you knew he wanted the same thing.

“Congratulations on your new movie” he said quickly, making you smile widely.

“Thank you! But you don’t have to congratulate me today, Barnes” you winked, making him laugh. Before he could say anything, someone called his name so he sighed and looked back at you.

“Can we talk later?” He asked.

“Yeah, sure” you nodded, feeling how your cheeks turned red.

He smiled at you and looked around, like he wanted to do something but wasn’t sure about all the people. Finally, he just leaned in a placed a small kiss on your cheek, too close to your lips and left, making you feel like a nervous wreck, like a fifteen-year-old teenager all over again.

“Damn you, Stan” you chuckled to yourself.

Soon enough, you all went inside the theater to watch the movie. Just like you imagined, it was amazing, the best Marvel movie so far and it sucked that you just couldn’t share this moment with Seb. You remembered when you went with him to the Civil War premiere. It was so special holding his hand during the movie, letting him know how proud you were and how good the movie was. This time all you could do was watching from afar how people congratulated him.

What you didn’t expect was that he was going to walk away from everyone and approached you, ignoring all the people trying to talk to him.

“Can we talk?” He said when he was in front of you.

“Yeah…” you said nervous for the sudden urgency.

He took your hand and dragged you out of the room where everyone was. He started walking through the theatre until he opened a door and walked in with you. Immediately you recognized it as the projection room. He closed the door and took a deep breath.

“I really needed to get away from all that” he chuckled. “It gets overwhelming” he added.

“I know” you smiled at him. “So…what did you want to talk about?” You asked.

Probably he expected to have a little more time to prepare himself since his face looked shocked. Maybe you should give him some time but the two of you had had enough time already. Almost a year.

“Okay, I kind of had prepared a whole speech for this moment but screw it” he laughed. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. When I walked out of your apartment that evening I was loving you more than ever before but when I realized it was too late and I was too proud” he said.

What he was saying was exactly what you needed to hear from him. You felt exactly the same way and you missed him like crazy as well. These past few months had been tough without him.

“I missed you too” you said with a smile.

“Miss you? No, I didn’t miss you. I’ve been miserable without you, incomplete. I need you in my life, always and I was an idiot for not coming back to you the moment I left” he said walking over you. “I want you back” he sighed.

You bite your lip trying to hide your smile which was impossible to do. You had been waiting so long for this moment you didn’t even know how to react now that it had happened. There he was, the love of your life, telling you he still loved you. And there you were, silent like an idiot.

“(Y/N)?” He asked in fear.

“I…” you chuckled and looked down. “I should’ve chased after you that day you know? Maybe you were an idiot for walking out of my apartment but I was an idiot too for letting you go” you said with a shrug. “I’ve missed you more than words can explain and I’ve dreamed of this moment even when I was awake” you said taking his hand in yours.

“Does that mean…?” He asked biting his lip.

“That there still is an empty drawer for you at my place” you said looking up at him. He smiled widely and pulled you closer.

“I love you” he whispered before kissing you slowly, making you feel complete and whole again, like finally nothing was missing in your life. Sebastian was back. Everything was back in place after all this time.

anonymous asked:

do you have a favourite homesteading passage from the books? one of my favourite aspects of the outlander novels is their depiction of early american settlement and subsistence farming, like the scenes from the first winter on the ridge in DoA. more than anything in book 9 i'm looking forward to more little snippets of that simple 18th c isolated farm life... which i realise is pretty weird!

What a fascinating ask! Not weird at all, anon - after all the pain and heartbreak that Jamie and Claire have been through, it’s so rewarding to see them leading a quiet, peaceful, domestic life. The life they always wanted to have together.

I’ve always loved this passage from The Fiery Cross - where Jamie is slowly kissing every inch of Claire, and tasting her. And in so doing, tells a story about how Claire spends her days - busy with domestic affairs - and we learn a lot about the simple pleasures that Jamie takes from their life together. And how much he appreciates just how hard she works to maintain that life.

He took my hand and lifted it to his nose, sniffing delicately. “Onions,” he said, “and garlic. Something hot … peppercorns. Aye, and clove. Squirrel-blood and meat-juice.” His tongue flicked out like a snake’s, touching my knuckles. “Starch—potatoes—and something woody. Toadstools.”  

  “Not fair at all,” I said, trying to get my hand back. “You know perfectly well what we had for dinner. And they weren’t toadstools, they were woodears.”  

  “Mm?” He turned my hand over and sniffed at my palm, then my wrist and up my forearm. “Vinegar and dill; ye’ve been making cucumber pickles, aye? Good, I like those. Mm, oh, and soured milk here in the fine hairs on your arm—were ye splashed churning butter, or skimming cream?”  

  “You guess, since you’re so good at it.”  


  “Damn.” I was still trying to pull away, but only because the stubble on his face tickled the sensitive skin of my upper arm. He smelled his way up my arm into the hollow of my shoulder, making me squeak as the strands of his hair drifted across my skin.  

   He lifted my arm a bit, touched the damp silky hair there, and ran his fingers under his nose. “Eau de femme,” he murmured, and I heard the laughter in his voice. “Ma petite fleur.”

– The Fiery Cross

Thanks, Thomas!- Lafayette x Reader

A/N: Trying some alpha/beta/omega stuff.

“And who might you be, darling?” he drawled, leaning casually against the bar. She frowned and swallowed hard.

“My name’s Y/N,” she replied. “Who are you?”

“Thomas Jefferson.” He looked her up and down and she narrowed her eyes.

Suddenly, the girl’s friend swooped down. Thomas identified her as a beta immediately and crossed his arms, smirking.

“Two lovely women at once? How lucky I must be.”

Y/N frowned at his words and opened her mouth to speak, but the beta pushed her back. “Get away from her, Jefferson.”

“Is that any way to treat an alpha?” Thomas sneered, leaning closer to the girls. The beta blushed but Y/N, a headstrong omega, stepped forward.

“If you don’t back off right now-”

“You’ll what?”

She bit her lip, considering her options- she could punch the man right there, or she could let her omega instincts take over and retreat. She tried so hard to raise her fist but ended up stepping back.

“Sorry,” she mumbled.

Thomas’s grin grew. The beta friend, fuming, walked away, assuming Y/N was right behind her. Thomas had pinned the young omega down, forcing her against the bar. He smiled.

“There we go,” he whispered, his face growing closer to hers. She took a deep breath and turned her face away. “I can tell you aren’t taken, darling, don’t try and lie to me.”

“Get- get away from me.”

“And why should I?”

Suddenly, large hands grabbed Thomas and pulled him back.

“Because, mon ami, if you don’t back away right now, you’ll have me to deal with.”

Y/N let out a sigh of relief as Lafayette pushed away the intruding alpha. He locked eyes with Thomas, his good friend, who he had also had many issues with. Jefferson rolled his eyes and walked away. Lafayette rushed to Y/N, lightly touching her shoulders and looking her over.

“Are you hurt, mon ange? Did he hurt you?” Laf looked so worried that she almost giggled.

“I’m okay now, Gil. Really.”

He met her eyes for a minute before nodding and kissing the top of her head.

“Mon amour, I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner- I just-”

She placed her hand on his cheek, her touch so soft and sweet that he melted a bit. She laughed at the tickle of his stubble on her hand.

“I’m fine, Laf. Thank you for saving me. Are you okay?”

He inhaled and nodded again. “Oui.”

“You’re the best friend, Laf,” she told him, lacing her fingers with his. He protectively placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding her away from the bar and towards the door. She was telling the truth- Laf and his friends were the best people in her life. She’d be lying if she said her feelings for the Frenchman didn’t go beyond friendship, but she knew she would have to wait for him to tell her of his feelings first. Y/N thought he had everything she wanted in an alpha- he was kind, sweet, smart, and passionate- what she looked for in a partner. And as an alpha, he would never make his omega feel inferior to him. Lafayette believed in rights for betas and omegas and would treat any partner as his equal.

As a friend, he was the greatest she had ever had.

“Ready to go, mon ange?”

Y/N nodded stiffly. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his car, opening the door for her and doing her seatbelt despite her giggling protests. He got in next to her and started the car, squeezing her hand one last time.


“Oui?” he replied nonchalantly, focused on the road.

“I love you,” she said bluntly, watching with a blush and a small smile as he nodded and then did a double-take.


Y/N shrugged, although he couldn’t see her. “I love you. I want to be with you.”

Laf took a deep breath, chuckling. “At least give me some time to adjust, N/N. Je’ taime, Y/N. I love you.”

He smelled her scent then, and it was beautiful- it was her shampoo, her perfume, the laundry detergent she used on her jeans. It was beautiful and happy and so filled with joy that he smiled, too.

“Thank you, Thomas,” he whispered under his breath. She heard him, however, and giggled.

“Thanks, Thomas!”

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First Dance (Olicity, post 4x10)

Something fortuitous happened today. @captainsamell sent me a prompt regarding this scene, and I flailed about because I’d just had this thought when I woke up this morning after seeing a post… This was the result.

“Hey,” Oliver said softly. Felicity heard the rustle of pages as he set his notebook down. “What is it?”

Her hand was frozen in midair, the ring catching the light from the lamp on his nightstand perfectly, making the diamond sparkle. 

A fine tremor danced along the edge of her fingers and she made a light fist, turning towards him just enough so he could see the smile on her lips.

“Nothing. I was just admiring,” Felicity said, her voice clear. She wiggled her fingers for emphasis. The ring caught more of the dull light, and it made her heart clench. It was flawless, absolutely beautiful. “It’s so shiny.” Oliver made a little sound in response and she leaned back just enough to give him a smile. “I’m still very ‘oh shiny!’ from all those drugs they had me hopped up on.”

She didn’t give him a chance to respond before she turned away again, curling into her pillow, fighting the grimace at the still-strange sensation of her legs

“Oh,” Oliver said and then she heard the distinct sound of his pen sliding into his notebook. He shut it and set it on his nightstand.

She expected him to turn the light off and curl around her, just as he had for the last several nights since she’d gotten home, holding her as tightly as he dared until he fell asleep, until the weight of his arm around her waist grew heavy enough for her to take a deep breath and let out the single tear she allowed herself…

She could really use that tear right now, and Felicity bit her lip, pushing it back down along with the question that’d been pressing at the edges of her mind since she watched that movie earlier. She could wait.

But he didn’t follow his routine.

Instead, the light stayed on as Oliver pushed himself closer, wrapping his arm around her waist and tugging her back into him. It used to be her favorite thing, how easily he could move her, how fond he was of pressing every inch of his body against hers, the little stretch and moan she gave him when she felt him

But now she felt a lot less and it was the only thing she could think about before she pushed that down as well.

Oliver used his other hand to brush the hair off her neck, dropping a light kiss along her hairline. Her eyes fluttered shut, her chest tightening with affection and something else she didn’t know how to name as he pulled her closer, laying his head on hers.

His stubble bit into her cheek and ear.

“Talk to me, Felicity,” Oliver whispered.

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anonymous asked:

The missus waking harry up all seductively, kissing his neck, rubbing against him, and she tells him how much she missed him and how she's so glad he's finally back to take care of know ;)

She feels him smile, sees it out of the corner of her eye as she kisses her way up his neck and along his jaw, ending her quest at the juncture of his lips. He hums contently, not opening his eyes just yet. “Need somethin’?” With a little raise of his eyebrows, his voice all raspy from sleep. 

“Mmhm,” she murmurs, nibbling lightly at his earlobe. She teases her fingers at the waist of his boxers, before tucking her hand inside, letting him rest heavy in her palm, skimming up and down the taunt skin. Flicking her thumb over his tip so he hisses and his hips buck upward. 

He peeks one eye open, smirking as he looks over to her. “Well, c’mere then. Hop up.” And once she’s settled in his lap, they take a moment to admire each other. Hair all disheveled, she runs her hands through Harry’s hair, sticking up wildly, teasing the little cowlicks and rogue strands. Scratching her fingertips against the fine stubble on his jaw. Their morning breath and puffy eyes. Her wrinkled tee shirt that she tugged on at some point in the night after waking up chilled. The giggles as she prods the pad of her thumb at the corner of Harry’s eye to get the little bits of sleep out. The tender kisses and soft greetings. 

“I missed you so much,” Harry whispers, as her lips find his. 

“Missed you too,” she says, kissing over his face, until she feels him smile and start to squirm and his fingers begin to find their way up under the hem of her shirt. 



Kelly, ahhhh happy birthday! I’m sorry this is so close to midnight lol so it may be one of the last birthday wishes you receive, but I hope you had an amazing day filled with laughs and cheers and happiness. I wanted to give you a small something as a gift, and I figured what would work better than a little bit of writing? So happy birthday, @fantasticnewtimagines​. Thank you for always being a small corner of positivity here and for being the most awesome person. Ily and hope you had a day as fantastic as you are <3

You drag your feet into the back room of the restaurant, tiles squeaking with each step you take to the window. You’re grateful for the final streaks of red in the sky that mark the end of your unplanned shift. Granny called only an hour into your day of relaxation, begging you to come in because Red was too sick to work and it was the premiere of the new dinner special. “I know it’s your birthday, dearie, but I could really use the help.” Only a couple of minutes left before you can escape.

The sun’s set by the time you slink into the humid summer night. The air’s thick with a promise of rain, and, by the way the grey clouds in the sky are climbing on one another, you wouldn’t be surprised if the sky broke open before you managed the five-block walk to your house. Though you know he has a night out with the boys planned, you shoot Killian a quick ‘I’m off work’ text before starting forward with your head ducked. The last thing you want is to be dragged into some conversation by anyone in the town, not when you can at least salvage some of the night by warming up a slice of cake in the microwave and dropping some ice cream on top of it.

Miraculously, you make it to your front door just as the first droplets are breaking open against the concrete: your first bit of luck today. Sighing, you reach forward to grab the handle. Your feet are sore, your back hurts, and you’re ready to just fall in bed and mourn the loss of your day off, but you stumble forward when the handle jerks away from you. The whole door blows open for a moment, then it slowly swings back toward you. It bounces against its frame, making a gentle click that you can hardly hear over the grumble of thunder in the distance. The door’s open, ajar, left unlocked for anyone to get in.

Fear freezes you in place, though some small part of you is just annoyed. Of course this would happen. The whole day has been a mess; your alarm clock went off early, you were called into work on your first day off in months, you reek of chicken gravy and alcohol, and now, as you’re stuck outside in the quickly growing storm, someone’s broken into your house. All you wanted was one day to spend at home, with only Killian, watching dumb movies, eating all the junk food you could muster up from the depths of your pantry, and just relaxing. But no, every single plan had to be ruined. Every single damn one, and now you won’t even get to see your boyfriend on your own birthday. How the hell did that happen?

The anger of it all, the loss of the day, the unfairness of your life, is a tide in your chest, rising until it washes over your fear and you grit your teeth and push the door open, stepping inside. If there’s a burglar in here, he can deal with you.

Swiping a nearby umbrella from its useless place on a hook, you creep forward into the house.

The living room is empty, as are the bathroom and the mud room. The storm pounds away at the window, and the gusts of wind blow the front door open wider and wider, nearly slamming it against the wall. You only have so much time, you know, until the potential burglar finds you. Lips sealed shut, barely breathing, you creep around the house, stopping in the corner before you pull the door to the kitchen open.

A soft bang comes from the other side of the door, followed quickly by a muffled curse. You jump at the noise, but that reaction is nothing compared to the leap you take when the front door finally slams into the wall. The bang could probably be heard anywhere in the house, which means the burglar will expect someone.

A shot of fear streaks through your chest, sending your heart pounding and your hands sweating, and you wonder if you should’ve called Killian, should have asked him to come check the place with you, but it’s too late. Whoever’s here is going to find you. You’ve seen too many horror films to try backing away now.

Sucking in a deep breath, you draw up whatever anger you have left, eyes darting to the doorknob when it starts to turn, and lift your weapon.

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Time Travel

Summary: Negan stumbles on some old Polaroids of Rikki’s from before the turn
Pairing: Negan x Rikki (original female character)
Word Count:  1043
Type: Part of a series, Fluff, Drabble
Warnings: some cursing, lots of dialog
Rating: Teen and Up
Notes: This was written as part of negans-dirty-girl 4k challenge on tumblr, with the prompt “time travel” , but it takes place completely within my Saviors and Sinners universe. It’s adorable and I love it. It’s a sweet little drabble that doesn’t have any bearing on the main plot of Saviors and Sinners. Lots of dialogue.

I had a lot of fun with this prompt. Negan isn’t a character I wanted to go high fantasy with, so finding a way to do time travel was really challenging in a good way!

Please let me know what you think, and as always, let me know if you wanna be tagged in my future fics. 

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VANISH: Part 1

Notes: Smut, ANGST. Cliffhanger. 

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Valentines Day Special- Thranduil Fanfiction

“You’ve disobeyed me,” The King of Mirkwood says quietly, trailing the seam of your cloak with his bleached aspen staff. His eyes shine with displeasure behind his silver domino mask. He is Winter tonight, draped in an ivory brocade bespeckled with tiny white diamonds. His bone-white headdress of interlocked antlers make him seem even more imposing and intimidating than usual.

“…I haven’t…disobeyed you,” you manage, bumping up against the wall. You’re trembling like a cornered rabbit. “Not exactly-”

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anonymous asked:

RFA+V and Saeran finding out MC is a cosmotology student and coming into the salon because MC needs a model to get work done on. What services do you think they would get? (Cosmo students usually learn Hair Cutting/Coloring, Perming, Waxing, Facials, Make Up, Manicures, Pedicures, and Acrylic nails)

(I know very little about this topic so I’m using only the services you listed off! thank you for listing them off you’re a lifesaver honey)


  • he’s so amazed omg
  • MC’s is so skilled??
  • a proud boyfriend
  • he’d probs get:
    • Hair coloring 
      • because we all know he’s bleaching his hair with cheap bleaching packets from the convenience store and that’s not good for his hair smh
    • Manicure
      • he has no real excuse he just wants his hands to look pretty. prepare to have him take a picture of his hand and send it to the chatroom acting as if he had gotten a tattoo or something but nope he just had his hands dolled up and his nails painted with a glittery nail polish
  • he wouldn’t do a lot mostly because he doesn’t know what half of the stuff is and he doesn’t want to make MC do too much things


  • she hardly has any time to go to a salon
  • so this is just PERFECT
  • she feels so happy and giddy
  • she gets:
    • A haircut
      • just the tips and such to give it shape
    • A facial
      • because deep down she’s all up for that sorta stuff and she adores it
    • Manicures and Pedicures
      • MC convinces her to do this because Jaehee really needs to treat herself from time to time
    • Makeup
      • Also MC’s idea. And a good one; Jaehee looks like an absolute goddess
  • she feels like she’s been born again and she’s so happy?? MC thanks her and she’s like “no thank YOU”


  • he’s also super amazed
  • he smiles and agrees immediately when MC asks him if he’d like to get something done
  • honestly MC tells him to “choose whatever he wants” and he does
    • Waxing
      • because even though he hardly has any facial hair he likes waxing over shaving that itty bit of stubble that he gets 
    • Facials
      • he tries to take a selfie while doing this but fails so he has MC take the photo
    • Manicure and Pedicure
      • he doesn’t paint his nails but oh boy his nails look so pretty? Even MC is shook by how pretty they turn out
  • he’s frankly super pleased with how he looks
  • also really proud of MC? bc damn he looks fine thanks to them


  • at first he’s like
  • “but are you sure you want me to go?”
  • he just feels like MC won’t find a lot to do with him since he’s never done that kinda thing before
  • so MC ends up suggesting what services he could get
  • he ends up with:
    • a haircut
      • nothing too dramatic, just trimming a bit and maybe shaping 
    • a facial
      • he actually really enjoys it and this is coming from a man who has been to some high-end expensive spas
    • a pedicure
      • he was actually curious to how a pedicure was? and since his feet are always covered he agrees to paint his toe nails.


  • he’s HYPED
  • doll him up. make him beautiful
  • he’s so hyper? he chooses:
    • hair perming
      • he ends up looking better than either him or MC expected and he’s super happy with it
    • makeup
      • he’s smiling so much it’s hard to put on the lipstick. also MC wonders how the hell he can look so good in makeup
    • pedicure
      • he chose this mostly because “why not?” and also painted his toe nails with flowers because, once again, “why not?”
    • acrylic nails
      • he knew typing was harder with long nails but does he even care?? he looks absolutely amazing and also asks MC to paint flowers on these because there’s nothing to stop him
  • bonus points: once he’s all dolled up he dresses in his maid dress and shows Vanderwood, who is Confused and Amazed at the same time


  • he doesn’t…. know what to do at a salon
  • he is Confused
  • he’s pretty happy that MC is so skilled but he wishes he understood in what??
  • so MC sits him down and explains
  • so he ends up choosing:
    • Hair Coloring
      • time to fix your half-made bleaching Saeran but he takes this chance to test out some new colors? now that he can? he probably tries a shade of red that isn’t his natural hair color
    • Manicure
      • look you can argue for hours but nothing is stopping him from painting his nails black and looking absolutely amazing
    • Makeup
      • it’s nothing too drastic. honestly? he was curious and in the end he looks super nice so it’s a win for him
  • also if anyone makes fun of his nails, hair or makeup he won’t be pleased
  • and instead of taking such things off, he’ll teach that person a little lesson on tolerance


  • he’s super happy!
  • MC has a salon? that’s great!
  • he’s so pure and nice gosh
  • he’s super happy MC offers to do stuff for him
  • he ends up choosing very few services as not to annoy MC
    • Haircut
      • since he can’t really… see, he hadn’t gone to trim his hair in a while- mostly because he didn’t really feel like a stranger would know how to cut his hair well without his instructions- but with MC he knows whatever they do will look good
    • Facial
      • he really likes the feeling. since his skin is pretty sensitive, it’s very calming for him to do this
    • Pedicure and Manicure
      • he doesn’t paint his nails, but the whole process of having his nails clipped and shaped, pushing back/removing the cuticles and such is pretty nice
  • He’s 100% sure he has never looked prettier
Masquerade (ThranduilxReader)

Have a most WONDERFUL Valentines Day <3

Title: Masquerade 

By LemonConfessions  

“You’ve disobeyed me,” The King of Mirkwood says quietly, trailing the seam of your cloak with his bleached aspen staff. His eyes shine with displeasure behind his silver domino mask. He is Winter tonight, draped in an ivory brocade bespeckled with tiny white diamonds. His bone-white headdress of interlocked antlers make him seem even more imposing and intimidating than usual.

“…I haven’t…disobeyed you,” you manage, bumping up against the wall. You’re trembling like a cornered rabbit. “Not exactly-”

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14 Weeks on Testosterone

- My facial hair legit grows back in like 1-2 days of shaving and my face feels all spikey when I get the stubble so I might just let it grow out for a bit

- I got my results back from my blood test and everything is healthy and fine so that’s a relief that the T isn’t doing anything bad to my body

- My T level was 27 nmol/L which is at the top of the range for my age

- My voice has dropped more apparently. My girlfriend said that in the last couple of days she’s noticed it, which is strange because she doesn’t usually notice as I’m with her everyday

- (Not T related but) I took my septum piercing out

ciamarathathu  asked:

Hey, just had a thought about the difference between who Claire is with Frank and who she is with Jamie and how that manifests in other things, like the sense of smell. With Frank she is a perfect Don's wife/she uses perfume that she knows Frank loves. With Jamie she is truly herself/he loves her body smell and is allergic to perfumes (because he is not a bumblebee). I'm sure there are other examples of that. Do you remember any?

Hi ciamarathathu - thanks for your ask!

This ties back to my earlier post about Frank - namely, that I believe he never fundamentally understood Claire. Therefore - unlike Jamie - he has an unbending view of what a “proper” wife should be. *LOVE* your observation re Claire’s perfume - yet another example of how Claire is a very different wife to her husbands. She makes herself smell differently for Frank. Jamie, on the other hand, just loves everything about her - including how she smells.

A beautiful example is in the “Zugunruhe” chapter in The Fiery Cross. To summarize: Claire wakes in the middle of the night, and after a while Jamie finds her standing at a window. He then proceeds to smell her from head to toe - and makes it sensual, as only Jamie can.

“I do not stink!” I said indignantly.
“Mmphm.” He took my hand and lifted it to his nose, sniffing delicately. “Onions,” he said, “and garlic. Something hot … peppercorns. Aye, and clove. Squirrel-blood and meat-juice.”
His tongue flicked out like a snake’s, touching my knuckles. “Starch—potatoes—and something woody. Toadstools.”
“Not fair at all,” I said, trying to get my hand back. “You know perfectly well what we had for dinner. And they weren’t toadstools, they were woodears.”
“Mm?” He turned my hand over and sniffed at my palm, then my wrist and up my forearm. “Vinegar and dill; ye’ve been making cucumber pickles, aye? Good, I like those. Mm, oh, and soured milk here in the fine hairs on your arm—were ye splashed churning butter, or skimming cream?”
“You guess, since you’re so good at it.”
“Damn.” I was still trying to pull away, but only because the stubble on his face tickled the sensitive skin of my upper arm. He smelled his way up my arm into the hollow of my shoulder, making me squeak as the strands of his hair drifted across my skin.
He lifted my arm a bit, touched the damp silky hair there, and ran his fingers under his nose. “Eau de femme,” he murmured, and I heard the laughter in his voice. “Ma petite fleur.”

Later in this encounter, Jamie realizes that Claire has dabbed herself with fragrant oil - which she says she only does for “special” occasions. She knows that her natural scent - and the scents that cling to her, through her work to create a home - are pleasing to him. So the fact that she went out of her way to do something special catches his attention. He doesn’t take it for granted - he doesn’t even expect it. So he lets her know just how much he appreciates her - just how much he loves her.

“Ye wanted me,” he said ruefully. “And I fell asleep without even touching you. I’m sorry, Sassenach. Ye should have said.”
“You were tired.” His hand had left my mouth; I stroked his hair, smoothing the long dark strands behind his ear. He laughed, and I felt the warmth of his breath on my bare stomach.
“Ye could raise me from the dead for that, Sassenach, and I wouldna mind it.”
He stood up then, facing me, and even in the dim light I could see that no such desperate measures on my part would be required.
“It’s hot,” I said. “I’m sweating.”
“Ye think I’m not?”
His hands closed on my waist and he lifted me suddenly, setting me down on the broad windowsill. I gasped at contact with the cool wood, reflexively grasping the window frame on either side.
“What on earth are you doing?”
He didn’t bother answering; it was an entirely rhetorical question, in any case.
“Eau de femme,” he murmured, his soft hair brushing across my thighs as he knelt. The floorboards creaked under his weight. “Parfum d’amor, mm?”

True Intentions

Originally posted by ordem227

Pairing: Eventually Pietro x Reader

Warnings: None yet.

Summary: The reader moves to the city to get out of the limelight brought on by her abilities. Hoping for a fresh start, she settles into a job at the local library, unintentionally opening doors to a life she never imagined.

A/N: This is my new series True Intentions. I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is very welcome and appreciated. Thank you.

Early mornings had have never been your thing. You would label yourself a night owl. But ever since moving into the City, sleep evaded you. You came from a small town with four stop lights, so you were used to sleeping in silence. New York, on the other hand, was anything but. You loved the city life, of course; it was so much easier to blend in, to hide your abilities, but sometimes you found yourself dreaming of home.

But that place is behind you. You came here to become a whole new person and a couple sleepless nights aren’t going to stop you. Finding work was easier than you thought it’d be. Your apartment was right outside the city, near a few coffee shops and dive bars. It didn’t take much wandering before you found a “help wanted” sign in the window of a library. You walked in the huge wooden doors, the ‘ting’ of the bell above alerting the man at the front desk.

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Accidents Don't Just Happen Accidentally (Part 5)

Imagine: You’re an actress on set of Supernatural and your character has a love interest with one f the Winchesters. (Alternate endings).

A/N: Hey guys! I know I’ve been terrible at updating regularly and I wanted to let you all know that I’m sorry. As you know, coming up with more ideas for the Jared part of ADJHA is starting to get a little hard and his series might be ending soon. If you want, you can send in some ideas through my ask!! Love each one of you amazing people! Thank you all for reading!!!

Accidents Don’t Just Happen Accidentally Series

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anonymous asked:

I can't get this idea out of my head so how about Eren tickling Mikasa with his stubble

This brought the absolute cutest images to my head oh my goodness. I also really like the image of Eren getting a little scuff ;3

The days Mikasa got to stay in bed in the morning were her favorite. They didn’t come very often with her having to be up at the crack of dawn most every day to make sure she was up before the recruits she was training for the day. She did love training the new ones, but she loved her days off even more.

Two arms wrapped around her waist from behind pulling her until her back was flush up against a warm body. Mikasa especially loved it when her and Eren had the same day off. She rolled her head back against him, his warm breath in her ear.

“Good morning,” he murmured in a sleepy voice. Eren could always sleep at least double the time Mikasa did.

“Morning,” she said, her fingers tracing circles on his hands around her stomach. He was always so warm to the touch; even though he never used his shifting ability anymore his body temperature still stayed warmer than anyone else she knew. Not that she minded. She was always cold so it worked out just fine for her, especially mornings like these.

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