so happy i figured out that this can go on macs

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Day 7

Imagine Being The Volturi’s Secretary

For My Followers

Part 1

Signing up for a shady secretary job is one thing but said shady job actually being offered by vampires is another thing.

You’re not a skeptic and you’ve never exactly valued your own life very much so you took the job.

You quickly find out that the Volturi value your life about as much you do.

~~~

“Your job here is to organize the schedule, pass messages onto the masters, welcome us as we come in, say farewell as we leave, do anything we ask, and collect the mail. You are not to open any mail you must pass it onto the masters. You are not to interrupt when the doors are closed, and you are not to divulge the secret. You can continue living your life in town but you’ll find you won’t have time to return to your social life. You will call members of the guard sir or ma'am and the three kings master,” the tall beefy guard explains as he leads me through the old castle. His name is Demetri and he seems annoyed at being given the task to play tour guide.

“Yes sir,” you reply. He grunts and leads you to a nice mahogany desk.

“This is your desk,” he says and gestures for you to sit. You nod and sit down at the desk. There’s a set of pens and pencils on the desk in a straight line and a mac computer. You fold your hands and look up politely at your red eyed boss. “You are to be here at seven sharp every morning and you leave at three unless instructed otherwise. You may have days off if you request them a week in advance. Any questions?”

“None sir,” you answer politely and smile. Demetri rolls his eyes and stalks away. Once the blonde vampire no longer watches you scribble down all the rules he said and place them in the top desk drawer.

You may not value your life but you value work ethic.

So begins your first day as the Volturi secretary.

~~~

You quickly learn names and abilities of all the guard except who don’t seem that bad at all. Of course they’re all horribly frightening and don’t care for you at all but they aren’t rude.

You’re good at your job and you assure to follow all the rules laid out. Even though your job is easy you never slack off in your free time. To keep busy you start hand making a calendar for the Volturi. Each month has a guard member or two sketched out on it while the three kings stand as the cover.

Your main task is organizing fake tours for Heidi to lead so the Volturi can eat without suspicion being raised. Though the screams haunt your dreams you manage to stop flinching every time a tour comes through.

Other jobs include scheduling trials for vampires who’ve broken laws, planning parties, handing on letters, sending gifts to friends of the Volturi, and anything else that is asked of you. Once you had to learn how to fishtail braid so you could braid Jane’s hair.

Overall you’re not happy, you ever are, but you don’t hate your job. The pay is nice and it keeps you busy.

~~~

“(Y/N)!” Jane snaps and you instantly bounce to attention. The blonde vampire is storming up to your desk with a murderous look on her face.

“Yes ma'am?”

“A trial is scheduled for the day of my and Alec’s birthday!” she hisses. “We were supposed to have a ball.” Jane is furious and looks ready to kill.

“I’m sorr-”

“I know it wasn’t you! You keep track of the birthdays ritualistically.” It’s true you have all the birthdays written down and you always plan something if the particular vampire cares about their birthday. “I want to know who told you to put a trial over it!”

Jane is glaring viciously and her hands are clenched.

“Mr Demetri requested it,” you answer calmly.

“I’m going to rip his head off,” she growls. “Thanks.” You’re stunned, none f then has ever shifted blame from you to another member of the guard, and no one has ever said thanks.

“Your welcome but ma'am, is the fault not mine?” you ask curiously.

“It’s not because I know you were ordered explicitly to follow all orders. I also know Demetri is mad because I stole his favorite cloak,” Jane replies curtly and then storms off.

You wonder silently if they’ve started to like you.

~~~

“Dear (Y/N) I wonder if you could help me choose a table cloth for Jane and Alec’s party?” Aro inquires with a sickly sweetness. He called you into the throne room for this express reason apparently.

“Yes I can master,” you say and walk forward. Your heels click on the granite floor loudly, too loudly.

“Never wear heels again (Y/N) they are intolerable,” Caius demands.

“Ah but sweet (Y/N) looks so delicious in heels,” Aro muses. “Felix, and Heidi certainly think so.” The referred vamps immediately hiss and scowl. You feel your face heat up in betrayal to your mind.

“How can they stand the sound?” Caius mutters but everyone disregards him.

“Oh hush brother. Now (Y/N) tell me which table cloth is best?”

You choose the red one which pleases Jane and Alec.

On your way out you purposefully take light steps to cushion the sound.

“Aro this girl has been here for months when will we kill her?”

“Caius we also discussed turning her.”

“We always say we’ll turn them but we never do.”

“This one is different.”

~~~

“(Y/N) will you come to our party?” Alec asks suddenly appearing behind you. You squeak in surprise and whip around to find Jane and him looking at you expectantly.

“If you request I come then I shall sir. Unless I’m indisposed,” you reply nicely.

“What do you mean? What could possibly make you unavailable. You have nothing to do outside this job,” Jane remarks bluntly.

“Ma'am the only way I would miss your party is if I was dead. In my line of work I understand that my death could occur at any moment.”

Jane and Alec both stare in shock and then a certain emotion you couldn’t figure out.

Before you know it Jane grabs your arm in a bruising grip and roughly pulls you to the throne room.

So it’s finally happening, your death.

Opening Night

Prompt: The first show of In The Heights was complete and being the good girlfriend that you are, you decide to be sober for the after party.

Pairing: Lin x reader

A/N: A quick drabble to get the gears moving again. Of course I didn’t proofread. Of course I’m going to do it once I post it. I was inspired to write this because of the ITH that flooded my dash today. P.S.: DID YOU KNOW SONNY IS THE NEW USNAVI?!



Lin’s suit jacket was tossed aside hours ago, lost in one of the tables in the venue.

His tie was next, loosened enough to for him to breathe while he danced with wild abandon.

Then the top two buttons of his shirt came undone and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the heat from the bodies that surrounded the dance floor causing the thin material to cling to his body.

It was hours after the first show of In The Heights was completed, and Lin and the cast and crew were having the time of their lives. Your boyfriend, the genius behind the musical, was living it up, soaking in the success of the show. He laughed that crazy, maniac laugh of his, and shook his hips like his life depended on it. Lin was a social butterfly, and he fluttered around all night dancing with guests and taking celebratory shots.

You knew that he had enough when he was onstage, screaming a freestyle that professed his love and thanks to the cast. When he spotted you recording him, he pointed at you and leaped from the stage to grab you by the waist. “Yo this girl you see, the apple of my eye, center of my life, is going to be my wife!”

“Please stop,” you snorted as you pushed him away.

He cackled and pressed a sloppy, wet kiss on your cheek. Flashes from cameras and hoots from the crowd followed, and he jumped back on stage, yelling at the bartender for another round of shots. He and Robin, the biggest instigator of the night, stumbled to the bar, their greedy hands reaching for the shots Lin requested.

“Lin,” you said, having lost count of how many times you’ve said his name in that tone, “easy.” You take the second glass from his hand before he had the chance to drink it, and you couldn’t help but grin when he pouted and leaned forward to reach for the drink.

“Here, take this one,” Robin chimed in, drunkenly pushing a glass into Lin’s hand.

“You. Stop.” You spun to glare at Robin, “and oh my god, Lin,” you laughed when he clinked his glass against the one in your hand before downing the shot in one go.

“God, I couldn’t ask for anything more,” Lin yelled, slamming the glass down into the counter of the bar, “I just performed on Broadway and I’m going home with the most beautiful woman in the place!”

You smiled, reached for his tie, and pulled him down for a long kiss. The tangy taste of the alcohol was exhilarating and his hands that trailed down your back left a path of heat in their wake. But when his hands roamed down to your butt, you drew back. “Lin,” you warned when you heard Robin snickering beside you.

Luckily Chris and Lac whisked him away, and you were left to stare at your silly boyfriend who continued to dance the night away. You were fine with watching him from a distance; parties were never really your thing. Besides, tonight was Lin’s night. He deserved everything and more for what he’d accomplished.

When you saw him start to undo the remaining buttons of his shirt, you rushed forward, knowing that it was time to intervene. “Lin please,” you giggled as he reached for you. He took your hand and spun you so that your back faced his front.

“My lips feel numb,” Lin whispered against your ear, arms coming down so he hugged you from behind, “and the room is spinning, but I fucking feel great.”

You peeled yourself away from his body and squealed when he dragged you back into his arms. You give Lac an exasperated look when he pressed his nose against the curve of your neck, peppering kisses against your skin. “Lin.”

“Nothing compares to how happy I feel right now, not even when I was up there playing Usnavi or when I finally figured out how to right click on my Mac – do you remember that? I want to live in this moment forever.”

“You’re a sweet talker even while your drunk, Lin,” you hummed, smiling softly at his rambling.

He sloppily spun you around to face him. “You love it. You love me.”

You wiped the sweat off his forehead and gave him a kiss, rolling your eyes when an inebriated Robin interrupted to hand Lin another drink. “We’ll see how much I love you tomorrow,” you muttered, chasing after the two when they began to start a conga line with the cast and crew, “when you can barely get up from bed because of your hangover.”

A white shirt flung past your head and you let out an incredulous laugh when you recognized that it belonged to your boyfriend.

Happy opening night, Lin.

Part two of this prompt fill for @wayward-authors-kitsune

college!au, angst with a happy ending

Avoiding Cas is surprisingly easy.

All Dean has to do is block him on all social media sites, park his car down the street at a friend’s house so Cas never knows when he’s home, rely more on public transportation to get to campus, and finally just never leave his apartment except for class.

Easy peasy.

That is, until Dean needs to go to the grocery store. He’s been living off Ramen noodles and mac and cheese for weeks now, too afraid to stop anywhere near campus in case Cas is nearby. 

But now he’s officially all out of beer and Captain Morgan and he figures he could probably use some non-microwaveable groceries while he’s out. 

He goes to the little market about four blocks away. He hits up the essentials first: booze, some hamburger, hot dogs, bread, eggs. He considers produce but immediately shakes that thought loose and decides that he’s entitled to some ice cream instead.

“Dean?”

Dean freezes,  carton half way to his basket. It takes everything in him to turn around and the moment he connects with blue eyes he really wishes he hadn’t.

Cas looks sick staring back at him, eyes glasses over with a sort of disbelief, like he thinks he’s seeing a ghost. 

He says Dean’s name again but Dean doesn’t respond. They’re both tense, like they’re about to draw on each other in an old western movie instead of standing in a damn milk aisle. 

As awkward as the moment it, Dean almost wishes they could stay like this. Because it’s good to see Cas, the flesh and blood Cas. He’s missed him like you miss air when you’re holding your breath. But he also knows that if Cas talks, if he tries to come at him, Dean will run. He can feel his knees bracing for a take-off and he’s not ready to look away.

But Cas does it. He takes a step forward and Dean immediately takes one back. Cas’s eyes travel down to Dean’s feet and he looks hurt.

“Dean, please, let me-” He takes two quick steps and Dean is speeding past the checkout lines, dropping the basket somewhere alone the way.

He doesn’t breathe again until he’s back in his apartment. He falls on the couch and draws he knees up, settling his head between his legs as he sucks in breaths and lets his head clear.

He’s so fucked. So impossibly fucked. 

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Southern Motherf*cking Democratic Republicans (Jefferson x Madison x Burr x Reader) 2 (Final)

Words: 2000+

Warnings: Consistent mentions of sex, flufff

A/N: i’ve been procrastinating on writing a second part to this because i suck, sorry. enjoy! also just realized that the first got more than 100+ notes? thank you loves!

Part 1


After that day, it was extremely difficult to walk out of your apartment without reporters flashing lights in your face or taking pictures of you. It was the same questions, like how does it feel to have three soulmates? And did you ever think this would happen to you? Three eligible bachelors fanning for your affection? But it was not what you imagined. It’s not what anyone imagined meeting their soulmate (correction: *soulmates) would be like.

This was just the beginning of your odd relationship with them. Burr would drop you off at work in the morning, Madison would take you to a local coffee shop on break, and Jefferson would take you home. Once he asked if you would go to his house instead, with a wink.

You didn’t.

It was hard. It was extremely hard to deal with. Your heart was torn in literally three pieces, fighting to share your love with all three of them. You were stressed, and you cursed to the universe every night. There were being even more unfair, they were making you exhausted every day.

Eliza said that you were complaining too much, and that you should appreciate what the world has given you. You retorted back, asking if she could handle having three soulmates. She blushed, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

You decided to not bring it up to her again.

After a few weeks of this, you decided to have a meeting with all three of them at your home. There were few reporters still there, and Thomas made the last few go away, with threatening to call his “resources” to make them get fired. They quickly dispersed after that, never showing their faces to you again. You shook your head at Thomas’s threat, but he insisted that it was for your privacy, and that he would do everything in his power to keep the media out of your lives.

You ordered takeout that night, the boys wanting to buy it for you instead. You scowled them for the hundredth time that day, telling them that you had enough money to spare. You appreciated their kindness, but sometimes, you wanted to treat them instead.

You heard a knock on the door, and opened it, your three soulmates standing there in front of you. You couldn’t ignore the throbbing in your chest when you saw them, the universe reminding you that you loved them more than anything. Jefferson wore a dark purple shirt tonight, his hair neatly combed (if you could do that to the curls on his head). He walked in, kissing your forehead softly. Madison strolled by next, wearing a dark blue shirt. The smile on his face made you grin back at him, he kissed your cheek. Burr was the last, wearing a black shirt. He pulled you into a hug instead, holding you as tight as possible.

They all gathered in the kitchen, sitting at the small table. You lived alone, so a small table with four chairs seemed enough for you, at the time. Now that these massive men were in your home, you made a mental note to buy a bigger table. The three of them were cramped in the apartment, constantly bumping into each other. Maybe a bigger apartment instead.

“How are you, my love?” Jefferson asked, gathering the plates.

“I’m fine, Thomas.” You replied, pulling out the rice containers. James placed his hand on the small of your back, telling you to sit down.

“We’ve got this, Y/N. You bought the food, so we’ll serve you.” Burr grabbed sodas out of the fridge, and James helped, putting ice in the cups.

You were extremely thankful for them. As you four sat down, Madison next to you and Burr and Jefferson across from you. You wanted to enjoy your moment with the boys, but you couldn’t help but bring up the point that you needed to make. They were chatting with each other, ignoring your pleas and gestures. After a minute of this, you rose you voice, causing them all to look at you.

“Listen, guys, listen. I, don’t you think our situation is weird? We’re all soulmates, isn’t that strange to you at all?” Madison was the first one to shake his head.

“Not at all. Before we met you, Thomas and I grew up knowing that there was someone out there who had the same tattoo as us. Once ours didn’t glow or hurt when we saw it, we knew there was a missing link.” Madison glanced over at Burr. “Two missing links.”

“James is right, this seems okay to me. Why, do you not like us?” Burr asked, pausing in his eating. You sighed, putting your head in your hands. You were constantly bombarded with mixed emotions from the three of them all the time. There was research done that suggests soulmates felt the pain and other emotions of their loved one, and vice versa. Since you had three, you felt all of what they felt.

Right now, you felt nervousness emulating from all of them. It was cumbersome to deal with all their emotions at the same time. Your head was throbbing, and you tried to deal with it. “No, Aaron, that’s not what I’m trying to say. I just, I don’t know if I can do this.” You whispered.

You felt a burning sensation on your arm, and looked at it quickly. The dragon tattoo on your arm was burning bright red, fading the tail of the dragon. You widened your eyes at your arm, looking at your soulmates. They were all looking at theirs as well, watching it fade.

“You’re rejecting us, Y/N?” Thomas whispered, a small bit of sorrow in his eyes.

“No, I’m not, I-“

“We’ve researched this for our whole lives, Y/N, don’t you remember? We know what happens to soulmates when one of them rejects the other. Your tattoo begins to fade. As you grow away from them, it continues to dissipate, until there is nothing left. We know what we’re talking about.” Thomas hissed, growing angry. You shook your head, looking at the dragon.

“I don’t know how I feel about all of you, about this.” You whispered. “I care about all of you, but it’s like I’m not myself anymore. It’s like, everything you guys think, everything you do, consumes me. I can’t think around you all.”

Burr grabbed your fingers, his eyes pleading with you. “We can figure this out, we are scientists. We can make it easier for you to handle. Just, just don’t give up on us, please.” Burr said desperately. You hated hearing his voice shake, but you needed some space, and space. To deal with this.

You nodded, hearing Burr sigh in relief. He was the most sensitive out of the four of you. Since you two have met, he needed constant reassurance that you were not going to leave him. You always wondered why, but never found the time to ask him about it.

“I won’t give up on you three, I need some time. I need some time to stop these headaches that I’m getting. It’s hard enough to deal with my own emotions, let alone three other people.” They nodded. You sensed relief from the rest of them, and it calmed your headache. Dealing with positive emotions were much easier than negative ones.

“Can we eat in piece, now?” Thomas mumbled, grabbing an egg roll from the pile. You smiled at him, picking the sweet and sour chicken out of the middle. “Y/N, I told you to get soy sauce.” He grumbled, staring at the sauces on the table.

“I asked the lady for it, did she not put any in the bag?” Thomas pouted, and you told him to check in the closet for sauce. Fortunately, you saved packages from previous takeout. He grinned happily, sitting back down next to Burr. “Guys, I have a question.” They all looked up at you. “Do you, do you feel the same way about each other like I feel about you. You know, romantic feelings?” Burr laughed, glancing at the two men next to him.

“Why do you ask?” Madison asked.

“Because, it seems weird that we’re soulmates and I only love you, but you don’t love each other.”

“Good question.” Thomas replied, lending you no more information. You rolled your eyes at his lack of a response.

“Come on.” You grumbled.

“We do, love each other.” Madison answered for them, twirling noodles in his fork. “Before we met you, it was more like a brotherly love. We knew we were soulmates, too, so that was kind of a given.”

Thomas interrupted Madison. “We didn’t know how many people were going to be soulmates with us, especially after we found Burr. Honestly, I thought it was going to be more than ten people, which sounds ridiculous.” He mumbled, playing with his mac and cheese. You made it for him yourself, since he was always unhappy when dinner didn’t include the “delicacy” (he called mac and cheese that constantly).

“I’m happy that it’s only four, Y/N. Three’s a crowd, four’s a party.” Burr winked, causing you to blush.

“But yes, we do love each other. Once our tattoos glowed, there was a click, at least for me, when I looked at the other two. It was like I was seeing them for the first time.” James replied, smiling at the other two. “I’m happy for us, I really am.”

“And we’ll have great sex.” Thomas murmured, making your face reddened even more than before. You were reminded of Eliza’s look when she mentioned the four of you.

“You’re embarrassing Y/N.” Burr chuckled. Thomas looked up from his food, smirking at you. He wiggled his eyebrows, nudging Burr. Burr grinned, putting his hand on Thomas’s thigh.

“Can we stop talking about the deed? I just want to watch a movie later.” You mumbled. Who knows what emotions you would feel when that happened.

“And after…?” Madison questioned, giving you an evil grin. You gasped, surprised at how blunt Madison was. He was usually the one to mediate and calm everyone down, but it seems like tonight, he was encouraging the other two. You snickered.

“Let’s just focus on the movie right now.”

“We’re definitely gonna f*ck tonight.” Thomas mumbled, and you threw a piece of bread at him. He raised his eyebrows, holding a piece of pork in his hand. You warned him with your eyes, and he grinned, tossing the piece of food at you. The sauce on it hit your face, leaving a trail of grease. You glared at him, picking up the rice container in front of you.

Thomas held his hands up in defense, looking at you. “Come on, Y/N, you started it! Just, not the rice, please. It would take me forever to get it out of my hair.” He complained, and you tossed it anyway, the pellets going on all three of you boyfriends. James sighed, picking the rice off his food. Aaron laughed, grabbing the noodle container. He looked at James, then placed it quickly on his hair, giggling evilly.

James frowned, the noodles cascading down his face. “That’s it, I’m going to stop this right now.” James grabbed the soda bottle from the middle of the table, and poured it on Aaron, and you heard a gasp come out of his mouth.

You three began this insane food fight, tossing anything that was close by. After a few minutes, all the food was on the floor, stains were everywhere; from the ceiling fan to inside your closet. When you were looking at the aftermath, they boys stared at you sheepishly. You broke out into a grin, and laughed.

“You guys are so going to help me fix this up.” James grabbed your waist and ran, carrying you in his arms. You laughed, hitting him on his back softly. “James, we need to clean this up! I don’t want it to stain!”

“We’ll clean it later, but now…” Thomas said, grinning. Aaron was hanging on Thomas’s back, all of them leading you to the bedroom. The happiness radiating from all of them made your heart swell with glee.

And that’s when you knew. You knew that you could handle being with the three of them. At this moment, you could not imagine your life without them in it.

Vanished

Summary: Based on this anon request-

do you think you could do a request on a character that has teleportation powers for some reason? like they were just born w them and the team/nick fury literally can’t find her until they set bucky on her, ensuing a cute lil relationship between them?? thank you if you can!!

Bucky x reader, FLUFFA LIL BIT ANGSTY, Word count: 3,636

TW: Bucky sneaks into your apartment through your window

A/N: Sorry this request took so long, anon! I tweaked it a little so the reader wasn’t exactly born with powers- it made the story flow a little better I think. I really like how this turned out though–I hope you do too!!!

Your name: submit What is this?


“Dammit, Natasha! Stop lying! Stuff keeps going missing off my desk and my hunch is that Fury has you stealing it, isn’t that right Nick?” said Steve, clearly irritated with the situation.

“I swear I’m not taking your shit Rogers. Just because you can’t keep track of your stuff doesn’t mean I took it. I highly doubt Nick has anything to do with it either,” hissed Natasha.

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I just…I just can’t even believe how amazing that episode was? So we have:

  • Mac openly talking about how he’s worried if his sexuality is bothering his best friend and trying to start an open dialogue with his other best friend about it
  • Dennis finally admitting he has feelings, BIG feelings (and apparently they hurt which is something I could have gone without but beggars can’t be choosers)
  • Mac getting Dennis his first Valentine’s Day present and it’s the one thing he wanted more than anything else in the world and Mac fucking knew it because Dennis is his best friend and he knows him better than anyone excuse me while I go sob
  • DENNIS ADMITTING HE HAS FEELINGS I need to say it again because it’s just so wonderful
  • The Macdennis was strong in this episode, as was Serial Killer!Dennis (so I was a pretty happy camper especially since they came together in the most marvelous way)
  • Hell, there was even some Chardee, which I something I can always appreciate
  • Also, Dee was amazing, just throwing that out there
  • We didn’t have soft-hair!Mac, but we did get swoopy-hair!Dennis, so I think it evened out
  • Dennis was Mac’s Valentine. And the look on Mac’s face when Dennis opened the crate and found the RPG was beautiful. As was Dennis’ face when he saw his very first present, second only to his breaking voice and watering eyes
  • “I love it. You figured out the one thing I wanted more than anything else in the entire world, and you got it for me, and it’s perfect” <– That is a fucking canon quote and you can rip it from my cold dead fingers
IT’S NOT THE VODKA TALKING

Request by @alwaysthepansexualcomicrelief : “You’re Lance’s best friend and roommate. In high school you made a pact that if you were both single when you turned 35, you would marry each other. One day Lance is drunk and proposes to you, saying he can’t wait that long xxx”

A/N: This was really fun to write!  And, it helped me break away from my Dad!Lace obsession haha.  Enjoy!

Lance x reader

Word count: 1161

Summary: Lance is your best friend.  He’s an idiot, but he’s your best friend.  After getting drunk, he makes a confession and makes good on a pact you made in high school.

Warnings: swearing, implied drinking, drunkenness

(GIF not mine)

Originally posted by kingsebastian

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How To Punch Your Captain In The Face and Not Get Discharged (TrekFest 2017)

Originally posted by fandomediiits

Pairing: AOS Jim Kirk/Reader (if you squint)

Rating: PG for language, crude comments, and mild violence

A/N: I decided to write a little thing for Kirk Week of TrekFest today because I’m gonna be out of town all next week. Enjoy!

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Inconceivable

Request: okay I can’t find it but basically it asked for jefferson cheating on the reader and the reader going to the rest of the hamilsquad for comfort.

Pairings: past Jefferson x reader, platonic hamilsquad x reader

Warnings: cheating, mac n cheese, some swearing in multiple languages, the title is a reference to the princess bride

Word count: 1,851

A/N: I tried to make the reader gender neutral, so I hope that worked! Also fils de pute is french for son of a bitch and mierda is spanish for shit.

It was a warm Friday afternoon and you were exhausted but happy when you finished work early. You checked your watch as you headed towards the subway station, figuring you had enough time to grab something special for dinner. 

Maybe some of the mac n cheese from the little restaurant on the corner, you decided. Thomas would be home and you wanted to surprise him. 

You and Thomas had been together for two years, ever since you met at one of the Schuyler sisters’ galas. He had insisted on getting you a drink and inviting you to dance to whatever pop song had been blasting out through the speakers in sharp contrast to the couples waltzing on the dance floor.

-

“That’s not even slightly right, Alex,” you pointed out, “If you completely dismantle a system you have to have something in place to pick up the pieces-”

Alex looked like he was about to argue back when someone behind you caught his attention. “Thomas,” he glared. You glanced over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of a bright purple-y pink coat and a halo of dark hair. 

“What are you being wrong about today, Hamilton?” Thomas asked smoothly, idly stirring some kind of cocktail. “Is it everything?”

Alex straightened. “I was being right,” he snapped, “about how much nicer this conversation was before you joined it.”

You laughed and waved as Alex turned to go. “See you later,” you called after him. He grumbled something incoherent in return and you rolled your eyes, heading towards the bar. Thomas followed you.

“What’s someone cute like you doing in a place like this?” Thomas asked, raising an eyebrow. You snorted, surprised at his attentions. People like him didn’t generally try terrible pick up lines on people like you.

“Getting a drink,” you said, accepting your glass from the bartender. 

“Might I join you?” He extended his hand, “Thomas Jefferson.”

“Y/N L/N,” you shook it. “Nice to meet you.”

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Awake Part 9

Title: Awake

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

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: language, smut

You and Jensen hugged Jared and Gen bye as you got into different cabs. Jensen placed his hand on your lower back as he led you to the car and you felt your stomach do flip flops. How was it possible for him to make you feel this way with just a gesture; The two of you had been physically affectionate as friends but now every time he touched you whether it was sexual or not it made you nervous and excited at the same time. Jensen slid into the cab after you and you looked up and smiled at him he smiled at you and slid his arm around you pulling you to him. You leaned in to him and rested your head on his shoulder.

“My mom texted me earlier and asked if we would come to dinner tomorrow night?” Jensen said rubbing your arm.

“That sounds really great, but are you sure you want me meeting your family so soon? I mean if you want to go see your family I don’t mind just hangin out at your house-” Jensen cut you off with a kiss.

“I’m ready if you are, we were such good friends first it just feels like we’re a lot further along than we really are if that makes sense” Jensen explained.

“I’m ready” you smiled and kissed him gently, “and that does make sense, I feel the same way” Jensen gave you a huge smile and pulled you into another kiss. When he pulled back the car had stopped in front of a beautiful house that was settled on acres on land, “Jensen this place is beautiful” you said as you got out of the car. He grabbed the bags from the trunk and walked with you up to the front door.

“My room is at the end of that hallway” Jensen walking you into his house. You walked to where he said and into a large master bedroom, it was really hitting you that you were dating a tv star, and someone who was in a much more stable point in their life. You still ate mac and cheese for dinner every night, whenever you tried to cook anything else it basically caught on fire. You were still figuring out how to be an adult and you were dating a full blown adult with nice things and he was an actor. You could feel yourself panicking and looked up and Jensen had noticed it too.

“Are you ok sweetheart?” Jensen said setting your stuff down and walking over to you. You were trying to think what to say when he pulled you too him as he sat down on the bed.

“Yeah I’m ok, I just- I guess I hadn’t really processed it yet that you’re a mature adult that has adult things, like a beautiful house, and I’m fresh out of school and my most grown up thing I own is sexy underwear and wine” Jensen started chuckling a bit at you and you couldn’t help but laugh too even though you weren’t really sure what you were laughing at, “why are you laughing at me you ass?” you asked playfully.

“I am the furthest thing from mature, you of all people should know that” he said smiling and you couldn’t help but giggle, he pulled you closer to him so you were straddling him now on the bed, “I know that there is a bit of an age gap and that we are in different stages in life, but I adore you and the fact that you eat mac and cheese for almost every meal unless I get you pizza or make you pancakes, I love how sweet and innocent you are. I just enjoy being around you, you make me happy. We can move as fast or as slow as you need, but like I said earlier, I’m all in” you smiled at him and felt your worries melt away again.

“I’m all in too. I’m sorry I keep having minor freak outs, I just overthink things.” You said and Jensen laughed.

“You keep forgetting that I know you really well, I already knew that before we started this” He said and you smiled leaning in to kiss him.

“Mmm Jensen what do you say we talk about some of those experiments?” kissing your way down his neck. Jensen moaned as you nipped at his collar bone.

“Let’s take that sweatshirt off of you and your leggings” he said reaching for the hem of your sweatshirt and you lifted your arms up letting him pull the sweatshirt off of you. He let his hands wander over your stomach and ribcage till he reached your breasts. He ran his thumbs under your breasts causing you to bite your lip. He could be so rough but also so gentle and you weren’t sure which was your favorite, “Alright baby girl stand up and take your pants off” he said gruffly.

Feeling a surge of confidence, you decided to test something out, “Yes sir” you said as sexily as you could as you stood up and peeled your leggings off.

“I like that, you should definitely say that more baby girl” he said obviously turned on.

“Mmm yes sir” you said crawling back into lap. Jensen groaned as he rested his face in the crook of your neck. You started to kiss his neck again as you lowered yourself down on his jean clad bulge. You pulled back to kiss Jensen’s face but he stopped you.

“Why don’t you move over to my thigh?” Jensen said with a smirk on his face. You’d forgotten in your drunken haze that you had told him about your thigh riding kink. You bite your lip and looked down shyly.

Jensen lifted your chin to meet his gaze, “Come on sweetheart I would really like to see that. Don’t make me ask again I would hate to have to punish you…” he said gripping your ass tightly.

“But what if I want to be punished?” you said reaching your hands under his shirt.

Jensen groaned and gave your ass a firm smack making you moan, “damn that is hot… we will do more of that later but for now I want you on my thigh, alright?”

“Yes sir” you responded pulling a smile from Jensen. You resituated yourself and lowered yourself on his left thigh. You looked up at him under your lashes feeling your nerves go crazy. He reached his hands out to grip your hips holding you to him. He smirked at you as he flexed his thigh causing you to moan. You started to move your hips trying to hit the right spot with each movement. The friction of your panties and his jeans feeling amazing on your clit. You threw your head back and moaned as you found the right rhythm. Jensen sat up straighter so that he was flush against your chest, he had one hand on your ass and the other on your hip pushing you down onto his thigh. He moved his face to your neck and started to trail bites and kisses, sucking new marks onto your throat. He kissed down to your chest and laid his head down against you watching as you used his thigh, “That’s it baby girl, god you are so sexy, I love watching you fuck yourself on my thigh” he mumbled his grip getting tighter as you went faster. You felt the familiar coil in your stomach starting to build and Jensen noticed your movements becoming sloppier. He used his hands to guide your movements helping you to reach your finish. When you were riding his leg at a fast pace Jensen attached his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. Jensen swallowed your moans as you came feeling you pulse through his jeans. He held you to him letting your relax against his chest. He wrapped you in a tight hug rubbing your back as you came down from your high, “you are definitely doing that again that was so hot” Jensen said and you laughed into his chest and looked up at him and he had a satisfied smirk on his face as he leaned down to kiss you. The kiss started out sweet, but Jensen began to deepen in gently biting your bottom lip and pulling it. You reached your hands up to his neck and pulled him closer to you. The two of you made out like that for a while before you realized he was wearing several more layers than you.

“Jensen you have too many clothes on” you whined pulling his shirt off of him. The two of you pressed up against each other kissing some more. Jensen reached behind you to unhook your bra and you leaned back to help him pull it off. You reached down to unbuckle his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. You moved back and stood up to let him stand up and pull his jeans off. You got down on your knees to pull his boxers off wanting to return the favor but Jensen pulled you back up to him. He licked his lips as he grabbed your panties and pulled them off of you. You looked up at him wondering where this was going.

“Get on the bed and lay on your stomach” you nodded and walked to the bed laying down. Jensen pulled his boxers off and walked over to the bed. He gripped your hips and pulled them up so your ass was up and your chest of to the bed. He pulled his hand back and gave your ass a smack pulling a moan from you. He did that a few more times till your ass was red, “you really are a dirty girl aren’t you?” he said his voice low and husky.

“Mmm yes sir, I’m you’re dirty little girl” you moaned out as he slid two fingers in.

“So wet sweetheart, I’m just going to slide right in” you simply nodded your head not sure if you could speak. Jensen gave himself a few pumps before lining up with your center and pushing in. You moaned loving the way he stretched you. As he pulled in and out of you he leaned forward and reached his arm around to rub circles on your clit. You felt yourself nearing your finish again and you could tell from the way Jensen was moving he was close too.

“harder baby, please-m close” you mumbled out as coherently as you could. He gripped your hips and pulled you up getting a deeper angle hitting your g-spot. You gripped the bedding as you came your walls squeezing Jensen pulling his own finish from him. Jensen continued to thrust through his finish to pull the most pleasure from both of you. As he stopped he leaned over placing a sweet kiss at the nape of your neck. As he walked into the bathroom you rolled over laying on your back. Jensen came back in with a wet washcloth and cleaned you up before laying back down with you. He pulled you to his chest and you cuddled up to him. You sat up on your elbow to look at him

“do you want to take a shower and then maybe get a snack and watch a movie in bed till we fall asleep?” you asked smiling down at him. Jensen shot up and practically tackled you to the bed kissing all over your neck and face making you giggle.

“You are perfect and that sounds perfect” He said as he kissed your nose. And before you knew it he had thrown you over his shoulder and carried you into the bathroom.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, what about a bodyswap AU with tomco? I wonder what would be funnier: tom pretending to be Marco or Marco pretending to be tom? Tho if it have the whole abusive dad thing, I wonder how Marco would act, like: I'm pretty sure he wouldn't just submit to it

OMG I ACTUALLY HAD AN IDEA ABOUT THIS! I switched it up a little bit, but it’s sort of along the same lines. I hope you enjoy it!


Tom looked down at his hands and his eyes almost popped out. They weren’t the regular purple he was so used to. Tom reached up and felt his head; two eyes and no horns. “Star! What the hell did you do!?” He cried. As soon as he did he clapped a hand over his mouth. It wasn’t his voice. “Star!” He cried again.

“Tom! Calm down!” Star told him, taking him by the shoulders. “It’ll be okay, I’ll fix this.” She promised.

“Where’s Marco?” Tom asked, assuming the human was in his body.

“We don’t want to raise suspicion. I sent Marco to your home to stay in and pretend to be you, and until I can fix you guys, you need to go to Marco’s home and pretend to be him.” Star instructed. “The last thing we want is for anyone to freak out, because then my mom will find out, and if my mom finds out,” Star pulled Tom close to her face “we are ALL dead.”

Tom gulped and nodded, unsure of what else he could do. “How do I pretend to be Marco? What do I say to his parents?” Tom asked. Star shrugged.

“Whatever you think Marco would say, I can’t stay and chet, I don’t have Glosseryk to help me figure this out, I have to go.” Star hissed, and pushed Tom towards the door that led to Marco’s home. Tom swallowed hard and opened the front door, stepping in with shaky feet, he made his way into the living room.

“Marco, you’re home late.” Angie called, stepping out of the kitchen. Tom froze and just stared at her. She came closer. “Well, any reason you’re home an hour after curfew? You didn’t even call to let me know where you were, I was worried.” She told him. Tom was about to stutter out something, but he stopped and gave her a confused look.

“W-wait… you were worried? Why?” He asked. Angie rolled her eyes.

“Because I thought something bad happened to my son, now come eat, you missed dinner and I’m not keeping it warm for you any longer.” She disciplined, but with a little smile. Tom forced a little bit of a smile and made his way into the kitchen. He sat down in front of the plate and played with his fork as Angie and Raphael helped each other do the dishes.

This was strange.

Tom looked down at the plate carefully. Why would they cook for their son? Was something special going on today? Should he ask? Tom cleared his throat and looked up. “Why is today so important?” Tom asked. Angie turned around and gave Tom a very confused look.

“I don’t know, is something important happening?” She asked. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to her. Tom looked down at his plate again and stared at the macaroni and cheese like it would attack him.

“Is making dinner special?” Tom asked. “Why did you make dinner, is it for something special?” He asked again.

“Well I’m glad to know you think mac and cheese is such a special meal,” Angie laughed, assuming it was a poorly executed joke. “I’ll be sure to make it more often.” She and her husband laughed together and Tom forced out a little nervous giggled and took a bite of the food.

“So where’s your partner in crime, Marco?” Raphael asked. Tom looked up confused.

“Uh… who?” He asked. Marco’s father rolled his eyes.

“Star, where’s that Mewni girl gone off to?” He asked.

“Oh! Star! Of course.” Tom laughed nervously. “She uhm… she’s actually in mewni right now. Her uh… mom needed to see her. She asked me to tell you but I forgot.” Tom made a up a lie as fast as he could and Angie and Raphael exchanged looks. It wasn’t like their son to forget. Angie walked over to Tom and put a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump.

“Marco, dear, are you okay, you’ve been acting off today.” She reminded.

“Why do you ask?” Tom inquired. Angie gave him a knowing look.

“Because I love you, silly.” She grinned. Tom held still for a very long time. Angie thought he was her son, she loved her son. She was holding him very gently, she had no intent on hurting him at all. And she made him dinner too, not for any special reason, like diplomatic dinner. She made him a meal so he wouldn’t be hungry.

“I… I’m fine… I’ve just had a long day.” Tom smiled. “I think I’m going to lie down for a minute.” He told her. Angie nodded and gave him a kiss on the head, this made Tom’s eyes pop open and he gulped, unsure of what to make of this.

“Okay sweetie, just all if you need anything.” She told him. Tom nodded and scrambled to make it upstairs. When he did he sat down on the floor and thought for a very long time. An idea struck him and he pulled up Marco’s shirt a little bit; Marco’s body didn’t have any scars. Tom fixed the clothing, that only made him more confused. Why were Marco’s parents so weird? Were all parents like this?

Tom’s thoughts were interrupted when a portal opened and Star stepped through, followed by Marco in Tom’s body. “Okay guys, stand next to each other.” Star instructed. The boys did so and she chanted a spell, as fast as it started the adventure was over and the boys were in their regular bodies. “Hah! It worked!” Star exclaimed. “I was worried I screwed it up.” She giggled a little, blushing.

Neither of the boys were laughing, they were just sort of lost in thought. Marco looked over at Tom and touched his shoulder. “Uh… hey can we talk?” Marco asked gently. It all made sense to him now, after a spending a day in Tom’s life. Tom gulped and began to get very nervous.

“T-talk? Th-there’s nothing to talk about.” He said very fast.

“Tom, I-” Marco was cut off when the door to his room opened and his parents walked in. They smiled when they saw Marco had his friends.

“Oh! Star’s back, and she brought a little friend!” Angie gushed at Tom. “I’m happy you’re feeling better Marco.” She told him, then directed her attention at Star and Tom. “Are you hungry? We made dinner.” Angie offered. Star smiled big and took off down the stairs. Angie smiled and looked up at Tom. “What about you, cutie?” Angie asked. Tom looked up surprised. “Are you hungry dear?” She asked.

“We both are!” Marco interrupted. He took Tom’s hand and led him downstairs. “Let’s go.”

Help Me Study, Please

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Pairing: Mac x Reader

Summary: Hey, I love your work and was wondering if you could something like where the reader is studying for a test and Mac helps her for very answer she gets right, he kisses her cheek? Or something fluffy like that please?


From left to right, laying in front of you were - a stack of notes, highlighters, three pens, the history book you so badly wanted to burn and a sheet of sample questions to give an idea of what will be on the test. Hair tied up in a ponytail, a glass of water sitting on the table and wearing comfortable clothes you begun the painful process of studying.

15 minutes down and so far only 4 out of 8 questions had been solved correctly, and that wasn’t anywhere good enough for you.

Mac strolled in at this point and saw the scattered mess on the coffee table. “Whoa, what happened in here?”.

Quickly jumping up, you didn’t leave Mac much of a choice as you dragged him towards the couch. He sat down and fiddled with the notes that were in his reach, you slapped his hand away so he wouldn’t mess up the order. “Your just the person I wanted to see”.

“Well I’m glad, considering you know I live here”. He jokingly stated.

You didn’t have any time for jokes and shoved the history book in his hands. “Please help me study? This random test got dropped on us last week is tomorrow, and I barely know any of the material. So I figured since my boyfriend is super smart, could he pretty please help his adorable girlfriend with these stupid questions?”. You rambled, and at the end gave Mac a smile.

He looked through the text and thought about it for a moment, before removing his jacket. “Okay, this is how we’re going to do it. For every question you get right, I’ll give you a motivational kiss”.

Eyeing him, “How come this feels like the kiss is more for your benefit then mine?”.

Mac gasped and made you giggle, “Are you saying that you don’t enjoy kissing me?”.

Leaning in you weren’t about to make a point when Mac placed a finger on your mouth. “No kissing until you get an answer right”, he declared.

Pouting, you resumed your previous position and motioned for Mac to ask the first question. He picked up the cue card and read out loud. “What year did the first world war start and finish?”.

Taking a moment to think about the question carefully, you hesitantly answered. “1914 to 1918?”. Mac put down the card and leaned in, pecking your lips.

Instantly smiling, he went ahead and asked the next question.

The study session went on for about an hour, the pattern had become ask a question, kiss, ask a question, kiss, ask a question, don’t get a kiss. By the end you had gotten 17 out of 20 questions correctly.

Laying against the pillow, your brain was officially fried from all that learning. Your legs rested on Mac’s and he couldn’t be more happier. Whether it was from all the kisses he got, or because he was genuinely happy that you would pass the test, who knew.

“I should help you study more often”. He commented.

Staring at him amused, “You’re just saying that because you got a kiss every time I got a question right”.

Throwing a pillow his way, he dodged it and pulled you slightly down. Hovering over, his hands tickled your sides. Squirming underneath Mac, you were laughing.

After you’d settled down, Mac pulled up onto his lap. “Next time you study we should make it for every question you get right I have to take a piece of clothing off, and for every question you get wrong you have to take a piece of clothing off”.

“So strip poker?”, you replied.

He innocently smiled and you reached for the pillow that you threw at him minutes before and hit him square in the face. Not being able to contain how humorous you found it, a fit of giggles erupted.

“Oh, two can play that game”. He grabbed the extra pillow and thus a pillow fight started. Climbing off his lap, the two of you chased the other around the house for at least 10 minutes straight.

Mac finally caught up with you, dropping his pillow to the floor he stretched out and took a hold of your waist. “Want to go study again, but this time strip poker style?”.

Seeing how much he was beaming for the idea, you rolled your eyes and said. “Just this once, and only if you promise no-one is going to know about this”.

Mac eagerly nodded and helped set up your material for round number 2.

“If I get an A on this test I’ll make you breakfast in bed”, you offered.

Mac sat down on the couch and responded. “If you get an A I better be getting more than breakfast in bed”.

Shaking your head at his flirty remark, you sternly answered back. “Don’t push your luck“. Earning a deep chuckle from Mac, he cleared his throat and begun asking the first question.

Give Me A Chance

A/N: Day two of @hamwriters write-a-thon! This was femslash day and I ended up backing out of my original idea and going with this one. I’m really proud of it. I hope you enjoy it! It’s my first female fic, so I’m not sure if this will be amazing. Thank you to @sunshinemiranda for proofreading this!

WC: 1751

TW: 

Pairing: Angelica Schuyler x Reader

AU: Modern!

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“HA!” Your brother’s laugh rang through his office, reaching your ears from the living room. You paused your reading momentarily to roll your eyes. Even after all these years, he sure was something else. “Y/N! Come get a load of this!”

You silently cursed before setting down the book onto the coffee table. You stood, your green skirt swishing with your steps. “Coming, Alexander.”

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a couple of you asked for a sequel to The Book Thief (which can be found HERE!!) so here it is!  i wanted to keep the style the same, so it’s in third person rather than second person.  also it’s really hard to write in third person after writing in second person for so long and i typed “you” so many times this was so hard.

title: the ice cream thief
fandom: hamilton
pairing: tjeff x reader
rating: t for swears and lots of smooching
word count: 2189

The Hamilsquad realizes something is up when lactose intolerant (Y/N) keeps sneaking away for ice cream.

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Headcanons: The Companions and Marriage


For Cait, marriage is something she never considered. In her youth, she knew of some slaves who got married, with the permission of her owners, but she always said she’d rather die than willingly sell herself to someone else. In her mind, that’s what marriage is - a contract, that begs to be broken. Assuming she ever fell in love or cared that deeply about someone, she’d resist the idea of marriage. “Don’t call me your fuckin’ wife,” she’d say. “Say you love me, say I’m your partner, say whatever. But I’m not your wife. I don’t belong to anybody but myself.”

Being a Mr. Handy, Codsworth would never think of getting married himself. “Oh, no, no,” he’d bluster. “That’s quite inappropriate. A human and any kind of machine - synths not withstanding, I suppose - shouldn’t be doing anything of that sort. And machines have no business - or interest, I should say! In anything like that.” If he had to choose, he’d rather marry other people. As in, be the officiant. Being the one to legally wed two people would make him very happy, and bring a metaphorical tear to his eyes.

Curie shared Codsworth’s opinion, for the most part, up until her switch into an organic body. After that, she explored relationships with other people, figuring out what sex felt like and if she felt attracted to other humans. “I do not think I will get married for a long time,” she’d say, tapping her chin. “There are still so many people to meet! Sexual intercourse is such a varied thing, and being married to someone makes experimentation a tad more difficult. I am not even sure yet of my own heart’s desires when it comes to romance. One day, perhaps, I will marry. Perhaps not. I feel no rush to find out either way.”

Paladin Danse blushes profusely whenever anyone asks him about his thoughts on it. “Marriage is an important union between two individuals,” he’d say, fidgeting. “Children grow up healthiest when they have two parents in their lives. And, yes, it can be a welcome expression of romantic attachment.” His eyes flicker away. “I… suppose I am not against such an idea. Being a soldier, I doubt it will happen for some time. A husband ought to be with his loved one, not out in the field. Still, I… I would not refuse, if a proposal came from the right person.”

Deacon would laugh. “Nah, I don’t think so. I don’t think there’s very many people in the wasteland with a fetish for compulsive liars with a plastic surgery addiction.” The humor hides a painful truth. Deacon has too many trust issues for an honest, healthy relationship, and he’s too unique to find someone who’d understand him enough to make him feel safe. A long time ago, he was married, but that didn’t exactly work out. Now, Deacon knows he’s too old for a long, happy marriage, for a house full of kids, for pets and game nights and family farms. He stopped looking for a happy ending a long time ago.

I guess the closest thing to marriage for Dogmeat would be finding a canine mate somewhere out in the wasteland. Dogmeat’s a good pup. Maybe, when he’s done with his adventuring and decides to retire, he can meet up with some old flame from his youth and have a litter or two of puppies.

Hancock’s never been the marrying type. He’s too much of a free spirit to align himself with a single person. He likes sensation. He likes drugs, he likes sex, he likes going out and meeting people and enjoying everything the world has to offer. “Look,” he’d rasp, sucking from a smoking joint and breathing smoke into the air. “I love you, or I don’t. Hoppin’ over a broom or exchanging cheap rings doesn’t make that any truer or not. I’ll love somebody the best I can ‘til I ain’t in love with them anymore. Getting ‘married’ just makes it harder if somebody ain’t feelin’ it anymore. Don’t try to hold shit together with rings and promises. Be together because you love each other. That’s all that should matter.”

Nick Valentine likes to think of himself as a romantic at heart. “I wanted to get married, once,” he says, staring out the window wistfully. “Guess I still could, if I really wanted to. Though I gotta wonder who’d accept a battered old man like me.” The trouble with Nick is that he’s not really sure who he is. He’s been grappling with his identity for decades - and you can’t really promise yourself to someone until you know what exactly you’re promising. Nick likes the idea of settling down someday. Having someone to bring him coffee as he pours over case files, someone to dance with to old songs. He’s just not ready to accept himself as he is.

If expensive Pre-War weddings were still around, MacCready would be staunchly against them. As it is, he doesn’t mind the idea of shacking up with someone and saying you’re husband and wife. He remembers some of the older kids, back in Little Lamplight, playing house and pretending to be couples. Then, of course, he remembers Lucy, but that’s a part of his life he prefers to drink away. Mac isn’t a romantic man. He’d like to get married, but whoever he’d end up marrying would have to be comfortable with a real low-budget wedding, and a man who’s really bad at reading sappy, romantic vows.

Piper doesn’t mind the idea of getting married. But in her mind, it’s something that happens… way off in the future. She might be a grown woman, but she still feels young. Getting married is something older people do. Even if people her age are married, you’re only really married when you’re living on a farm with four kids. Or, at least, that’s what Piper thinks. And that’s not something she’s interested in, at least not in the immediate future. She’d much rather play around and see what’s good, and she’s in no rush to have kids or settle down in one place. Piper has wanderlust - she needs to see the world before she can set down roots in it.

As you might expect, Preston has no problems with the idea of getting married. In fact, it’s something he always sort of expected he’d do. Join the Minutemen, help out for a few years, meet someone along the way and shack up with them after leaving the militia. Three kids and a farm, that’s what he wanted. And two brahmin. And a garden, out back, for flowers instead of food. Of course, his life hasn’t quite worked out that way, but he’s still got plenty of time. He’s not on the lookout for a spouse, or really dating anyone, but he’s happy to wait until the right person comes along. He just hopes it doesn’t take too long.

Strong… doesn’t really understand marriage. Super Mutants are made via infection of a virus, not through any kind of reproduction. They don’t have parents or families or couples. Just clans of “brothers.” Even if anyone wanted to marry him, he wouldn’t understand the different between being married and following someone around. Considering that Strong was once a different person before his infection with the FEV virus, and that he’s not completely mentally sound, it’s probably best no one try to make any moves on him. That’s borderline taking advantage.

Coursers do not have relationships. Therefore, X6-88 does not have relationships. Marriage suits no valid purpose. Synths and Coursers do not fall in love or get married. That is not a thing. Even if, even if he had some kind of great revelation, where he grew as a person, left the Institute, what have you - it would still take a long, long time before he considered marriage as an option, let alone something he’d be interested in. It would take a long time, and a lot of personal growth before he broke out of the Institute’s brainwashing.

Close as Strangers: Chapter 9

Close as Strangers: Chapter 9

Word count: 4.4k

Genre: High School au, angst, fluff


Sorry this is kind of late. Anyway, thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday! Hope you enjoy, let me know if you’re still reading. haha :)

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Parts:  one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight


When you woke up you heard singing from your shower and you knew exactly who it was. You jumped up hearing Yoongi sing, Skin by Mac Miller. You pressed your ear against the door, tears welling in your eyes. Man, you had missed your best friend and it had only been one day. Then again it had felt a lot longer than that. You were so busy with Jungkook that you hadn’t been paying as much attention to Yoongi, not as much as you always did. The shower turned off and he started humming the song while you heard the door slide opened to the shower.

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A soulmate to remember chapter 11

A/N: Welcome to my 200 follower celebration! I’ll be posting 2 chapters in my series, and opening up Headcanons for 24 hours!!! You defiantly have to send them in through my ask box for me to def. answer/see it.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

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Chapter 11- Bonding with Family

  Three months slowly turned into five. You could tell in your heart that you truly loved Jason Peter Todd Wayne. Steph (boss, not Batfriend) and you had many, many complaining sessions about out significant others, Sara and Marie would chime in occasionally. College was stressful, but Exams would be here soon, and then there’d be a small break. You slowly got to know his brothers, Bruce, Alfred, and Mrs. Wayne, and found a few moments that you truly broke ground.

  Well, with Dick it was more like the ground didn’t need to be broken, because he was pretty open in the beginning. you had stopped by the Manor rather early before your first fancy dinner date one week after you had met them. Dick had been there to greet you,“Y/N! So lovely to see you, come on in.”

 He herded you to the kitchen, chattering excitedly as he went, and served you some lemonade while telling embarrassing stories of Jason.  You knew he was sincere, which made you smile, until Jason came down slightly horrified and ran out with you as fast as humanly possible.


    Tim was a bit different. Whenever you were present he seemed a bit…in awe …that you were his brother’s soulmate. It was a week and a half after the fact when you had managed to thank him for the upgrades to your phone, which he simply said it was no problem. Jason then walked in a somber look on his face,“Hey, Y/N, I’m really feel horrible, but I’ll have to cancel, I know it’s not a good excuse but a friend of mine needs help saving a city.”

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salad-notq  asked:

Um... Here I come again, sorry... I don't know if I already had sent you a request but if I haven't may I request a headcanon where the RFA+ V and unknown react to MC being so good at doing Kpop dance cover or just dance cover in general? Thank you..

HELLO MOD SAERAN HERE :3 see I don’t know any Kpop songs D: so I did my best :) 

Jumin: *his pov*

  • *BZZZZZ BZZZZ BZZZZZZ* UGH…… what do people want. I already told MC I’m in a meeting. I’m just going to ignore it. *BZZZZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZ* WHHAAAAT. I excused myself politely from the conference room and made my way to my office. This better be good. I sat down on my chair roughly, annoyed of the constant buzzing. I put my finger on the unlock button and well well well. It was the RFA Chatroom. Might as well see what the big deal is.
  • I entered the password for the Chatroom and I saw my girlfriend as the topic of conversation. I also saw Yoosung saying that I was going to be very upset when I found out what saeyoung did. I scrolled down and saw Saeran that he had nothing to do it with while Zen was just laughing “ his ass off” end quote. MC told me he never had one so I’m guessing he is laughing his bones off.
  • Curiosity got the best of me and I asked what in the world is going on. Everyone stopped while Zen sent me a link. Saeyoung begged for me not to open it while his twin was telling me to do it. So I clinked on the link and it was a livestream of MC in her pole dancing class. Okay why am I seeing WAIT MC IN A POLE DANCING CLASS. WHAT IS SHE DOING. I quickly emailed the link to my email and watched it on my personal laptop. She has “ dance for you by Beyoncé” playing and she is the center of attention. JESUS Christ. Is this the surprise she was telling me about
  • I almost forgot that Saeyoung knew about this and why the fuck did he spy on MC? I went back in and casually typed “ Saeyoung I’m going to find you and i will kill you” *Seven left the chatroom*
  • I kept replaying the video cause holy damn *locks door and ;) *

Yoosung:

  • *my college people* you know those precious emails you get that sometimes throughout the day…. you know where you are feeling tired and you are just done with the day… AND THEN YOU GET A CLASS IS CANCELED EMAIL!!!!! Yeah Yoosung got that. His last 2 classes for the day was freaking canceled and dead lord baby JESUS can I get an amen. < I freaking live for those emails>
  • This freaking man wanted to surprise you so he didn’t text you that his classes were canceled. Instead he went to your favorite food place and order takeout so he can take it with you with a rose and sunflower :3
  • He was already entering the key to the apartment when he heard a strange noise
  • “All you ladies pop your pussy like this” and he sees you stretching getting ready to do gods knows what
  • “Shake your body, don’t stop, don’t quit” he then sees you put your hands on your knees hyping yourself up “All you ladies pop that thing like this” you were yelling and he was so confused as to why “Shake your body, don’t stop, don’t quit” you were shaking your ass or what people call it twerking and you were just shaking your ass everywhere… making it seem like bobble head but ass version “Just do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now” you stood up and you started to clap like a seal
  • You were touching yourself sexually, you squeezed your boobs and then glided your hands to your pussy and patted it “Lick it good suck this pussy, just like you should”
  • “Right now, Lick it good” your hands then went upwards and you were thrusting into the air “Suck this pussy just like you should” you were screaming ‘YASSS BITCH LETS DO THIS’
  • “My Neck, my back” your hands went quickly to your neck and then your back arching it a bit
  • “Lick my pussy and my crack,” you went back to your pussy patting it a bit and then you twirled and spanked your ass and then you heard stuff dropping and you saw your boyfriend with a major nosebleed

Zen: *this HC is a mess sorry LMAO*

  • It was already 6:00pm and Zen usually comes home around 9:30 so you always started preparing for dinner around 6:30 so everything can be ready once he came home c: you were making mac n cheese, mash potatoes, and spaghetti, you always cooked more than enough so he has the chance to take some of your cooking to work c:
  • You washed your hands, put on your apron and began cutting onions, peeling the potatoes and everything. You had this nack about you that you cant concentrate without having music on. You put on pandora and you were hoping for a happy song but you got a sad song… “Im Not The Only One” by Sam Smith.. Great… your mother always told you to cook in a happy mood if not, the food would come out horrible. So you stopped and got a can of beer and pretended to be in a music video.
  • “Now sadly i know why… your heart is unattainable…. YOOUU SAAAAY IM CRAAZZZZYYYY CAUSE YOU THINK I DONT KNOW WHAT YOUU DOONE” YOU were whaling the lyrics that you started to cry. You got up and got the broom and started to dance with it crying.
  • You started to spin the broom around but your 5th can of beer and emotional Sam Smith music got you feeling some type of way
  • You went on your knees crying banging the floor singing your little heart out. Now pandora decided to fuck you over and play “Not Over You” by Gavin DeGraw. You were thinking about the times you and zen had arguments. “If you asked me how im doing i would say im doing just fine.. I sit down at a table set for two… and finally im force to face the truth.. Im not over you..” You got up and got the broom and you were legit ballroom dancing with it crying. You were ready to cry even more… about to yell the next lyrics till the song stop…
  • “ (y/n) baby… are you okay… are you planning on leaving me D:” you saw your boyfriend home early … shit… this is awkward….

Jaehee:

  • Jaehee always knew you always love to dance but she never seen you dancing before and she was determined to figure out what you do. So she decided to look you up on Youtube and she saw fanpages of you D:
  • She felt bad because she never knew you had fan pages because you rarely talked about your dance career. She clicked on some of the videos and she notice its mostly pair contemporary dancing. She really loved how you dance.
  • She was taking screenshots and everything c,:. She was joining fan pages and even buying merch LMAO
  • She was loving your dance until she saw a video that said “American Championship Winner: (y/n) 2012
  • It was a routine of you and only you. You were dancing thru fire, or how the comments suggested, contemporary parkour lmao. She noticed how freely you moved with the music that she found herself crying with the audience. She wonder why you had so much passion in that dance that she started to youtube interviews of your inspiration for that dance. SHe couldn’t find it because she soon realized the date.
  • It was a week before your parents were murdered.

Saeyoung:

  • OKAY THIS MAN KNEW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU OKAY. SO FOR HIM TO NOT KNOW ONE THINGS ABOUT YOU REALLY SHOOKED HIM. You guys had sex and he was saying how much he loved you and how he loves that he knew everything about you. You could of simply lied and continue on but you wanted to give your man a challenge. You turned to face him and let your thumb outline his lips. You started to lick the tip of your thumb and then he gave it a good suck.
  • You smirked because you knew he was gonna be shook. You leaned in with excitement “there is one thing you dont know about me, good luck trying to find it because its not under my name, thats the only hint ill give you my love” and you kissed his ear. He was like what the fuck.
  • He was lowkey thinking you were a porn star but he knew you would of slapped him if he asked. So he spent 1 week trying to figure out what the hell you were. Till he finally found it.
  • He was looking thru videos that he knew you loved. He looked up gamers and looked thru every channel and you weren’t there. It took him 3 tries till he started to look up dancing videos.  
  • He went thru contemporary, lyrical, hip hop, everything and yet he couldnt find you D: till he saw in the recommended list “how to lapdance: advance” and he clicked on it and instant nose bleed. You were wearing a dose masquerade masks and you were giving techniques on how to do lap dance… to people… who are already advanced… he subscribed and closed the door, got lotion and couldn’t wait till you got home.

V:

  • He loved how you mode so elegantly then after he made you twirl, you found him on one knee with a little velvet royal blue box open
  • During the RFA party, you danced with all the members but however, since V recently had his eye surgery, he was just sitting down and enjoying the view he couldn’t see once before
  • You were still nervous around him but you got the balls to ask him to dance with you and he accepted. He wasnt a good dancer because he never truly did dance only just moved side to side.
  • You loved to dance, especially ballroom because you always loved how elegant the man and women look dancing thru clouds
  • V however… he tried his best and he felt bad that he stopped dancing and went back to his seat. He felt useless not giving the women he has a crush on a simple dance. He noticed Jumin bowing down slightly asking for your hand to a dance. He hated that. He loved his brother but he was perfect at everything, well under the circumstances, he was forced to know everything perfectly.
  • You politely denied and went to V to teach him the basic steps. You were slowly teaching him how to ballroom dance for many months till the next party
  • You two were the stars of the party :,D
A Child’s Confession

Characters- Charlie x Reader, Dean, Sam, Cas

Words- 2177

Request by Anonymous- Can you write a Charlie x Reader where the reader is bisexual but she hasn’t come out to Sam Dean or Cas yet because she is afraid they might throw her out(like her family did to her). She has a major crush on Charlie but she doesn’t know that she’s gay. Can you add that she’s on a hunt and a witch curses her, she heads back to the Bunker and the next morning she wakes up and she’s a kid(like 5), and since kids don’t have filters she comes out to the four of them and she is sad, lots of fluff?

Warnings- Coming out? That’s not a warning. Uh no warnings, witches curse? Fluffy? I’ve got none. Got one! Sad talk about the past, yeah that’s it. 

A/n- This was super fun to write! Hope you guys enjoy!

Tags- @whovianayesha 

Originally posted by jupiter-fox

You sat in the Bunker with the boys, Cas and Charlie joining the three of you. Sam was looking for a case, while Dean was probably looking up some sort of porn. Cas was doing whatever Sam was doing and Charlie was watching a movie. While you were suppose to be researching as well you found yourself distracted. You guys didn’t keep secrets, you were honest with them as they were with you. Charlie was your best friend, so that was a given. There was one thing you couldn’t tell. You were afraid to come out to them that you liked both guys and girls. Mostly because your parents through you out of the house when you came out to them. Cas was an angel, so he is all about the Bible, right?

Your other problem was that you had a major crush on your best friend, Charlie. You didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did. You had lost your best friend from 4th grade to the fact that you were bi and she thought you would hit on her. So she left your life as well. Let’s say you hadn’t had a great experience with coming out. You refused to lose the people who were now your family. You had to admit you were ashamed of your sexuality, but you had enough in you to cover it. But you just wanted to be happy. You told yourself that being in the hunting life made that impossible but it didn’t seem to matter.

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