table crawl


Hands on the table #10: Zevran

The drawing comes with Solas’ notes attached:

He won’t sit still. He’s not restless, however. Only fidgety. He examines everything on the table until there’s nothing left to touch. 

“Zevran, I might need you to still your hands for a moment. I must get a good look at them.” 

He pauses, quick fingers tapping on the wooden surface, and his eyes focus on me. A smile full of curiosity and vexing mischief in equal measure. 

“Perhaps you wish to take a closer look, then?” He offers, and leans on the table, half ways through crawling across it before I raise a hand to halt him. The image etched in my brain.

“I- no. I just-” I roll the pencil in my hand and his gaze narrows.

“My hands are good for more than just looking pretty, my friend. I request only that you take note of that.” 

His voice is velvet-like in a way that compliments his skin.

I put my pen down. 



You sigh in exasperation as another ex-girlfriend of Sirius asks you where he is. 

“Down on the grounds. Where else would the git be?” You say nonchalantly, knowing it was a favorite hang out spot for him and his friends. 

Once she flees the scene, you peek under the table you are using. 

“She’s gone.” Out from under the table crawls the one and only Sirius Black. He dusts himself off. 

“Thanks for that, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Can’t you, for once in your life, find yourself a serious girlfriend?”

He gives you his signature charming smirk. “I could, but where would be the fun in that?” 


“You have to hide me,” Lupin pleads. You nod and pull aside a tapestry, which he immediately ducks behind. You walk up the corridor, only to be met by James and Sirius. 

“Where’s Remus? We need him,” James pleads with you.

“Library,” you answer readily. Once the duo are out of sight, you march to the tapestry and pull it to reveal a relieved Remus. 

“What prank was it this time?” 

“Let’s just say it involves McGonagall, Snape, rope, and a large amount of duct tape.” 

“Why couldn’t you cover for them this time?” 

“It’s my day off.” 



“Come on, Y/N. If you do this, I’ll give you seven minutes in the closet with Sirius,” James offers. Your eyes turn to Sirius who wiggles his eyebrows at you. 

“You seriously think that will tempt me?” 

“Well, we need someone to help us with this next prank,” Sirius pleads.  

“If you couldn’t get Peter to do it, how much more me?” You shoot back. 

“Where is Peter anyway?” Lupin asks. 

“Owlery. Sending a letter to his Mum.” Once you see that they’ve dashed up the flight of stairs that led to the Owlery, you duck into an empty classroom and pat the quivering Peter. 

“They’re gone.”

“Thanks for that, Y/N.” He starts to walk away but turns back to you. “Why’d you do it?” 

“What do you mean?” you ask him. 

“Usually, people would tell them where I am. Even they do it when I ask them to hide me. Why didn’t you?” 

You shrug. “Even you deserve a break every once in a while.” 

“Thanks.” He gives you a small smile. 

“No problem.” 


“JAMES!!!” You hear the shrill voice of Lily Evans echo through the hallway. You rub your temples, wondering what idiotic thing James did to get her attention this time. 

“Hide me!” He whispers frantically before diving behind the sofa just as the portrait hole swings open to reveal a cake covered Lily. 

“Where’s that narcissistic, idiotic prat?” Lily questioned you. 

“Boys dormitory,” You reply, not missing a beat. She nods her thanks before marching up the stairs. 

A sigh of relief and James crawls out from behind the sofa. “Thanks,” he says, laying a hand on his chest as if to calm his beating heart. 

“You know, there are other ways to get her attention,” You point out. 

“But she’s so beautiful when she’s angry!” He protests. 

“Fine, but when your body’s found at the bottom of the Black Lake, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 


You are calmly nibbling on some sandwiches as you relax by the lake. But the peace is broken when you hear four pairs of feet hurrying towards you. You raise an eyebrow as they all plead with you, their voices overlapping. 

Thankfully, you make out the words hide and us so you get the gist. 

“The lake, quickly!” They then all jump in, making four loud splashes as they do. The water settles just as you see Lucius Malfoy and several other Slytherins hurry towards you. 

“Where are those thick-headed buffoons?!” He shouts, spit flying into your face in his anger. 

You calmly wipe them away before saying, “Quidditch pitch. The Gryffindor team have practice today.” 

Once they’re safely out of sight and earshot, you say “They’re gone.” 

The four of them climb out of the lake, sopping wet. 

“Thanks for that, Y/N,” James says as he dries his glasses and clothes. 

“Yeah. Thanks,” Lupin repeats, wringing out his tie

“Ditto,” says Sirius, shaking the water out of his hair

“What would we do without you?” Peter adds as he searches for his wand. 

“You have no idea.” You reply. 


A/N thank you so much to @you-broke-our-spirit for writing this with me lmao i wouldnt be proud of this hc without you!!! also what are titles? and plot? who needs plot??

Warnings/tags: bottom!whiny!dan masseuse!phil, massage porn, lots of hickeys and praise, idk, no homo howell at first, shitty plot/set up, possibly shitty porn

Dan had a lot going on lately with the BBC. He was their lead host now every week day and spent most of his days stressing out and having panic attacks in the office bathrooms during lunch break. When Dan’s girlfriend, Lucy, saw how stressed out he was she decided that he needed to go get a massage.

Every time Dan came home from work he looked beaten down and tired. And every night, without fail Lucy always said in her matter of fact voice, “Baby, you’re so tense, come on, you need it.” Lucy even got her friends to nag Dan, and his mom! Every week he was getting calls from his mom telling him to listen to his girlfriend and “just go get the damn massage.” Dan was through with listening to their complaining after three months and finally gave in.

“Fine, fine, stop whining. I’ll go get a stupid massage,”

“Come on Dan, it’s not stupid it’s for your benefit,” she jokingly punched his shoulder and made him schedule an appointment online for some “hippy dippy massage place somewhere downtown.”

As the week progressed Dan sort of found himself dreading the massage. I mean a stranger rubbing his back with oil for two hours? Personally he didn’t see that as “heaven”, he saw that as torture. Not to mention the fact that where most of his stress is centered (his neck) is the same place as his g-spot, that has not had attention from anyone since his high school days.


A week of complaining and moping later and Dan was walking into the massage place. He contemplated just going to get some pizza to eat instead, and just tell Lucy that he got the massage but he remembered what she said and just tried to think of this as something he was finally doing for himself.

He needed this. Yes. He definitely needed this after all this bullshit with work.

When he walked in he was immediately hit with the scent of burning lavender incense. It was calming but overwhelming all at once. Maybe he should’ve just ditched.

After another useless internal battle he checked in. While he was waiting he bounced his leg up and down in the waiting room, just wanting to get this over with.

That’s when his masseuse walked out. Dan felt as if the breath had been knocked out of him. He was quite possibly the most gorgeous man Dan had ever laid his eyes on. He had striking blue eyes and jet black hair swept to the side while sporting a form fitting black shirt on that Dan could clearly see the outline of his stomach through, and Dan would seriously kill for abs like that.

Of course Dan was thinking of this man as a goal for his own appearance. He couldn’t be attracted to him. Not at all. Dan was straight. Dan had a girlfriend. All of these thoughts were no homo thoughts. Yeah. Yeah, no homo.

“Hello? Dan? I’m Phil, your masseuse today,” the man grinned and Dan swears that the room lit up. No homo though.
“Uh- yea- uh- Dan- yeah- um -touch my body now- i mean- like a massage- yeah- haha."Now Dan has always been a formal, calm man. He has absolutely no idea what this ‘Phil’ was doing to him.

Phil giggled- fucking giggled- at Dan’s nervousness and led him to the back, where all the massage rooms were.
"Now before I 'touch your body’ I need to know certain things Mr. Howell. What kind of pressure would you like? What are certain problem areas,” Phil went on with the list of things he needed to know but all Dan could focus on was those damn, pink lips moving up and down a mile a minute –curling around each word. He was mesmerized, and when Phil finished talking he licked his lips and handed Dan the form to fill out, Dan fumbled and dropped the pen since he was so focused on Phil’s lips. When he got the pen back he filled out the stupid paperwork about what he wanted out of the massage.

“I’m going to leave you to get undressed now. Of course you can leave your boxers on if you’d like but they usually get in the way of massaging your thighs so if you’re comfortable with it, please take them off,” Phil then silently strode out of the room and shut the door behind him.

Dan started to strip quickly, trying to ignore both his existential crisis and his semi hard on. He folds and lays his clothes down on the chair in the corner of the room and slips off his shoes. Then he walks over to the massage table and awkwardly crawls inside, trying not to give his dick any friction so his hard on doesn’t get worse. It’s nearly impossible though, and when he lays flat on his stomach he slowly grinds against the table until Phil knocks on the door.

When Phil walks in he’s carrying different essential oils and he places them all on a table near Dan’s head. “Okay Mr. Howell-”

“Please, call me Dan. No need for formalities here,” Dan said, having regained his composure somehow.

“Okay well Dan, I’m gonna start off with your back and then I’ll move to your legs and then later I’ll have you flip over onto your back and do your arms and shoulders,”

“Sounds great, I’ve really needed this for a while. It’s a two hour session right?”

“Correct, and don’t feel bad if you fall asleep on the table,” Phil laughed, “You wouldn’t be the first person to do it and you definitely won’t be the last.”

Their banter carried on for a view minutes, Phil asking Dan where he works, Dan asking Phil how long he’s been a masseuse, random things like that; that was until Phil touched Dan’s neck.

“Dan, you need to relax, you have a lot of knots up here in your neck and I need to work them out,” Phil complained.

Dan tried his hardest to relax but it was hard when a hot guy that had already managed to make him question his sexuality was touching his number one g-spot. Phil pushed down on the major knots and worked them out one by one. When he switched over to the other side of Dan’s neck and started working on a knot at the base, Dan let out a loud embarrassing moan and immediately relaxed.

"There you go, good boy Dan, “He praised. Dan swears he heard Phil wrong. Yeah. He had to have said good job. Right? Oh well. Forget it.

Dan let himself relax after that point. Letting Phil have his way with all of the knots in his neck and moaning obscenely at each touch. Phil kept praising Dan for some reason, which was only turning Dan on more.

With each praise that slipped out of Phil’s mouth Dan moaned louder and subtly ground his hips into the table beneath him. He got all whiny and shallow breathed when Phil had finished working out all the knots in his neck.

"Since you seem to enjoy this so much, I’m going to focus more on your neck, even with all your knots being gone now,” Dan moans as a response and sinks into the table –shamelessly grinding into it now. Not even caring if Phil saw. Of course Phil noticed though, a fact unknown to Dan himself, but if anyone else were in the room they would’ve seen the way Phil froze and bit his lip.

Phil’s hands become hesitant for a second, and then Dan feels warm lips kissing the back of his neck.

“Oh my gosh, Dan I’m so sorry! That was so unprofessional of me!” Phil goes to apologize more but Dan just stares up at him with the most wrecked look in the world and lets out a small plea of “more.”
Within seconds Dan’s being flipped onto his back and Phil is diving for his neck, pressing kisses all around it. Phil pulls off Dan’s neck and kisses him roughly, slipping his tongue in without warning. Dan moans in response, kissing back feverishly and grabbing the back of his neck. Phil does wonders with his tongue, swirling and rolling it all around Dan’s mouth, knowing exactly what to do and how to make him squirm. Dan becomes pliant and tries to grind up into the dominant boy on top of him who just keeps pushing his hips down and making out with him. When they pull away Dan’s panting and his eyes are wide and dark.

“Phil, please, I need more. Bite me. Suck on my neck. Mark me. Please~” Now who would deny a request like that? Certainly not Phil. He goes back to Dan’s neck with a renewed energy and immediately begins to suck on a sweet spot at the base of Dan’s neck. He lets out a loud moan and Phil groans in response to the loud boy. Thank god these rooms are soundproof.

As Phil left a mark the size of a golf ball on Dan’s neck, Dan writhed against him, trying to push his hips up but Phil held them down. Holding him off from any type of release momentarily. He begins to suck another mark above the previous one. Dan should’ve been paying attention and told him to stop before he had to wear a turtle neck to work tomorrow, but he couldn’t think straight. Dan moaned and struggled for friction beneath Phil but he wasn’t given anything. Every time he groaned in annoyance Phil chuckled and just went back to sucking on his neck. He bit and nibbled and sucked as if his life depended on it.

“Phil- Fuck, you have to gi-ve me more, please I’ll d-do anything please jus-just let me grin-d-d against your th-thigh,” Dan whined as Phil smirked and just kept marking up his neck.

“Oh but princess, earlier you were begging for me to mark you up, so I’m going to take me time doing that.”

“But- Philll~”

“Daniel, if you want to be fucked I suggest you stop whining. I only fuck good boys”


Before Phil could carry on, he rid himself of all of his clothes and climbed back on the table.

Phil continued on gingerly with his marks. He watched Dan writhe for a while before deciding that 5 hickeys on his neck was enough for now and that he needs to move onto somewhere else. He slowly moved down to his chest. Reaching up to rub on Dan’s nipples with both hands he attached his mouth right on Dan’s collarbones. He left a few bright red love bites all over them before moving down to leave more dark hickeys. Circling Dan’s nipples with both hands and sucking hickeys in random places was a lot for Dan’s needy little body to handle and he begged Phil to get on with it.

Finally giving into the writhing boy below him, Phil ground down his giant cock onto Dan. Dan let out a shout and his eyes rolled into the back of his head from finally being satisfied. “What do you want baby? Hmm?”

“Want you t’ fuck me, please Phil! Please!”
Dan desperately rolled his hips up, just wanting more and more.

“I don’t know. You haven’t been to good Dan,”

“No! Please I have! Phil you have to fuck me! Please!”

Phil chuckled lowly and brought his mouth down to Dan’s chest again. He kissed down Dan’s slightly chubby stomach quickly and pulled the blanket off of his lower half. Dan’s aching cock was now on display, he was leaking and flushed. Phil had a rush of sympathy because he made the boy wait so long for any type of satisfaction. But no, now wasn’t the time for sympathy. He kissed the tip of Dan’s dick and licked at his slit until he heard Dan once again pleading for more.

“God princess you’re so needy, so loud,”

Phil mumbled against Dan, making Dan groan from the vibrations on his cock.
Phil started kissing down Dan’s cock, to the base and once he got there he slowly tugged at Dan as he whined and thrusted up into his hand. Phil licked and marked Dan’s balls while he thumbed through his slit and occasionally ran an agonizingly slow hand down his length.

"Phil I’m gonna cu-”

“No you aren’t. And if you do you’ll definitely regret it. I can promise that.” Dan shuttered at Phil’s words and grabbed a fistful of the blanket beneath him. Trying to edge himself had always been an issue with Dan. He always got excited too quickly and went too fast with himself to a point where he always came easily.

“Just get on with it- please Phil I’m begging you-”

“Shh baby, give me a second.” Phil stood and got the essential oil that still sat on the table near Dan’s head. That’d be efficient lube right? Oh well. Close enough. “Turn over baby, I’ve gotta prep you.”

Dan obeyed and flipped onto his stomach once again, except this time he stuck his ass in the air. His head rested on his forearms and his knees were bent and sitting on the table, giving him the perfect back arch. Phil’s first thought was that he’s never seen an arch like this outside of porn, and his second thought was “damn I’m lucky.”

As Phil gently rubbed circles on Dan’s hip, he thrusted one finger in. He felt how tight Dan was and needed to know something, “Oh princess are you a virgin?”

“I- I mean- No- I-”

“Daniel have you ever been with a boy before? What about stretching yourself?”

“Once in college I had a one night stand with some guy, but other than that no. I’ve always thought I was straight until-"Dan cut off feeling embarrassed,” Until I saw you,“

Phil chuckled deeply and just went back to thrusting his finger in and out of Dan’s hole. Dan groaned and tried to rub his hard on against the table, bit Phil was holding his hips up. Once again denying him any temporary pleasure.

As Phil stretched Dan he left kisses and nips everywhere. He kissed his inner thighs, his lower back, his hips, his ass. Almost every inch of Dan had been grazed by Phil’s lips by the time he was done. Dan had been whining the whole time, begging for the process to be hurried up, pushing his ass back against Phil’s fingers. But Phil was just taking his sweet time, praising Dan every now and then.

When Phil declared Dan prepped, he started to push in. Letting out little praises with each inch sinking into Dan. "Good job baby, taking me so well, so tight and perfect for me.” Dan bit down on his knuckles to conceal his moans.

Once Phil bottomed out Dan let out a whorish moan and begged him to move. His wish was granted and Phil began to slowly thrust in and out of Dan.

“Please Phil! More! Give me more!”

“God Dan, so needy,”

Dan looked over his shoulder in the sexiest way possible with the awkward position and pleaded, “Phil, I need you to fuck me. Make me feel this for weeks. Make it so I never forget your name. Fuck me until I can’t walk please~” He blinked up innocently and saw Phil throw his head back and thrust hard into him once. Thank god.

Phil started to fuck into him hard enough that Dan’s legs gave out beneath him. When he found Dan’s prostate Dan screamed beneath him and let out little pleas, although he was already getting everything he wanted. Phil gripped Dan’s hips hard enough to leave marks as he heard these pleas. Dan moaned and bit the table beneath him, completely blissed out.

“Beg me for your release Dan”

“God- Please- fuckfuckfuck Phil I need it, let me cum- please!” he panted out between thrust.

Phil released his grip on Dan’s right side, and reached forward to pump Dan’s cock.

“Hmm, I don’t believe you want it that bad. I think you could beg a lot better than that baby boy.”

Dan fucked himself back on Phil’s dick and shamelessly called out pleas, as his dignity was long gone at this point.

“There we go, that’s more like it, good boy, cum for me.”

Dan listened and came with a shout right after the comment had been made. He felt a shock of pleasure run through his body and shuttered, relaxing down onto the table again and letting Phil finish inside him.

When Phil saw the completely blissed out boy beneath him he moaned loudly and came inside Dan. After a moment of euphoria he pulled out and sat Dan up so he could clean up the cum off of him.

“Well baby, if you’d like to do that again, I could give you my number?” Phil winked and handed him a card. A business card.

Dan blushed - he left with his body completely relaxed and mind whirring. How was he going to tell Lucy?

A/N: im also accepting prompts all the time so like if u want u can request anything u want

Comforting Winn

Alex’s phone chirps and she grabs it immediately, instinctively, before it can wake the woman sleeping next to her.

She squints at the caller ID, at the time, and her stomach drops.

“Winn, are you okay? Is Kara okay? Is – ”

“No, no, relax Alex, it’s not DEO stuff, it’s – everything’s – you know what, that’s your I-was-sleeping-so-hard-because-I’m-recovering-from-a-wild-night-with-my-lady voice, so I’m just gonna let you – ”

Alex rubs her eyes and sits up, making sure the covers stay wrapped around Maggie’s nearly naked body as Maggie sighs and shifts around at the loss of contact without opening her eyes.

“I don’t have a voice for – you know what, no, Winn, what is it?”

“I – it – I’m sorry Alex, it’s just… Kara and James are in this really intensive training with J’onn and Lyra’s out of town with her brother and I – ”

“Spit it out, Schott, what is it?”

“My dad… my dad called. I didn’t take it, but I – he – ”

Alex’s stomach lurches and she runs a hand over her face, her heart breaking more than she wants to portray in her voice.

“Where are you?”

“I’m home, where else would I – ”

“Come over. I’ll leave the door open for you.”

“No, Alex, I shouldn’t have called, you’re with Maggie, I – ”

“Winn, get over here. And bring coffee.”

Maggie rolls over and gropes sleepily for Alex’s body with her eyes closed. “And donuts,” she calls groggily, and Alex grins down at her.

“You hear that, Winn?”

“Loud and clear. Give me a half hour. And Alex – ”

“Don’t make me regret being nice to you, Schott. Just get over here.”

She hangs up before he has the chance to change his mind, before he has the chance to talk himself out of reaching out to her.

She purses her lips and shudders slightly and sighs, slipping out of the bed to unlock the door for him.

“He okay, Al?” Maggie croaks, sitting up to watch Alex pad across the living room sleepily.

“He will be,” Alex whispers across the house. “Sleep, babe. He won’t be here for another half hour.”

She slips back into bed and Maggie melts into her arms immediately. “You’re not mad? I mean, you don’t mind?”

Maggie turns and puts a clumsy, groggy hand to Alex’s cheek. “Why’d I be mad at you for being a great big sister, Danvers?”

Alex pffts and shakes her head and is grateful Maggie can’t see her blush.

“You’re the best, you know that?” she kisses her, and Maggie grins with her eyes closed.

They’re not sure how or exactly when they drift back to sleep, but they both immediately snap back awake when the front door creaks open and light from the hallway spills into the apartment.

“Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, it’s me,” Winn holds up his hands as best he can with coffee and donuts, because if he knows nothing else, he knows the women in his life.

“C’mere, you,” Alex invites, and Maggie remembers with a jolt that she’s not wearing a shirt.

“Also, pass me that t-shirt on the floor in the kitchen, would you?” Maggie asks with a cocky, sleepy grin, and Winn chuckles slightly.

“Kitchen fun times, huh Danvers? Nice – ”

“Don’t – don’t say anything else,” Alex cuts him off, and Maggie chuckles this time.

He steps up into Alex’s room and passes Maggie her shirt with his eyes studiously closed.

Alex takes the opportunity to study him. His shoulders are stooped and he’s in one of James’s old hoodies and his eyes, even closed, are swollen. He looks tiny and he looks terrified.

She remembers sobbing into Maggie’s arms about her father.

She remembers Maggie sobbing into her arms about her own father.

How small it made Alex feel. How small it made Maggie look.

“Okay,” Maggie tells him, shirt on now, and Alex shifts and pats the bed between her and her girlfriend.

“Come on,” she says, and Winn just stares.

“You tell anyone about this and you will find out exactly what those index finger techniques are – ”

“You know it’s not as scary when you have sex-bed hair and your girlfriend just needed me to collect her shirt from your kitchen floor – ”

“Yeah, babe, also, index finger threats? Like, has a whole new meaning now, doesn’t – ”

“Traitor! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“Actually, um… you invited me over to support me? So, it’s all about my side?”

Alex sighs and shrugs and holds out her hands for her coffee, and Winn provides.

Maggie holds out her hand too, but when he offers the coffee, she just shakes her hand again. He grins and presents her with the entire box of donuts.

“Now you’re getting it,” she says through a mouthful of chocolate glazed. “Get over here before Danvers and I make like Kara and eat the whole damn box.”

Winn gulps and sets his and Maggie’s coffees on the bedside table and crawls over Alex – she doesn’t move to make it easier for him, a shit-eating grin on her face and a mock-glare on his – to settle between them. Maggie tosses the covers over him and holds out the donut box.

“So what happened?”

Winn sighs and shrinks into himself and stuffs a donut into his mouth.

“Caooellheae?” he tries to ask around a mouthful of chocolate frosting.

“Try again, Schott,” Alex furrows her brow at him, and he tastes a gigantic gulp.

“Can you tell her, Alex?”

Alex heart breaks and she sips at her coffee and she almost reaches out to touch his face. Almost.

“Winn’s dad called him tonight. And he’s… he’s in prison – for um – ”

“He’s the Toyman,” Winn supplies quickly, like ripping off a bandaid, leaning over Alex to get his coffee so he doesn’t have to meet Maggie’s eyes.

But Maggie just nods and puts her hand on his knee and urges him to take another donut.

“I figured, Winn. I just – it’s not mine to bring up if you don’t wanna talk about it.”

Alex and Winn both turn to Maggie with looks of identical shock.

“Detective, guys. It’s kind of my job. And it’s not like your names aren’t, you know, the same.”

Winn casts his eyes down and digs into a jelly-filled.

“Funny thing, though. Because the names are the same, but the people are so different,” she continues, softly, softly, and Winn looks up at her with wide eyes and a set jaw.

“That’s not what he says. He says we’re the same. He said it when he escaped, and he said it again in the voicemail he left tonight.”

Alex does reach out to touch his face this time, briefly, softly, and Maggie smiles sadly across the bed at her girlfriend.

“Well, my dad says the reason he was willing to forcibly deport thousands of innocent people is me.”

“And mine says I’m a disgusting disgrace and selfish and am going to hell and he never wants to see me again.”

Alex exhales with tears in her eyes and Winn turns to Maggie with a furrowed brow, concern and sadness all over his face.

Maggie tilts her coffee cup toward his in salute, and offers simply, by way of explanation, “Lesbian.”

“Maggie, I… I didn’t know. I’m… I’m so sorry.”

“Well hey, dysfunctional, abusive relationships with fathers’ club in this bed tonight. At least there’s donuts, right?”

Winn smiles and leans to put his head on Maggie’s shoulder, and Alex wishes it were game night, not comfort night, so she could take a picture.

“Invite Kara and James with their dead dads and we’ll have a real party,” Winn deadpans from Maggie’s shoulder, and Alex tosses her arm around him, her fingers playing on the back of Maggie’s neck.

“You’re nothing like your dad, Winn. Nothing. And even if… even if you have those things inside you, it’s the choices, you know, that you make. And you’ve chosen to… to save the world, dude, not destroy it.”

Winn sighs and sits up, grabbing a third donut from the box at Maggie’s feet, biting into it and offering the rest to Alex miserably. She accepts and keeps her arm steady around his shoulders.

“How can you be sure?”

Alex sighs and chews thoughtfully.

“You know, Kara didn’t really have a lot of friends. Growing up. She was the weird kid, the freak who never quite fit in. People always took advantage of how kind she is, how… how amazing she is. And then she interviewed at CatCo, and she met you, and you know when she first told me about you, about this IT guy who takes her to lunch and explains all of Cat Grant’s idiosyncracies so she doesn’t get fired, and laughs at her terrible jokes and makes terrible jokes of his own, and has toys all over his desk and stammers when he gets nervous but always, always stands up for her when people try to dismiss her as incompetent just because she’s… well, Kara… I was suspicious of you. I… I didn’t trust it. You. I thought you just wanted her, that you wanted to use her for something, that you were making fun of her. But the stories never stopped. The stories about how good you were to her. And then I met you, and you… you were real. You just… you just really cared for her. And then she started dating the only other friend you had and you just… you took care of yourself, and then you just… you kept caring. You’re rare, Winn. You… you saw Kara. You always saw her. So no. You’re nothing like your dad. Because you see goodness in the world and you’re not threatened by it, you don’t want to destroy it, you just want to make more goodness yourself.”

“Alex, I – ”

“No, nope, don’t say anything. I’ve just fulfilled my yearly quota of being nice to you, so really, you don’t wanna push it.”

“I was just gonna tell you that you have some powdered sugar on your lip.”

“I can get that for you, babe – ”

“God, guys, I’m right – ow, Maggie, that’s my foot – it – okay – I’ll just… I’ll be on the other side of your inexplicably massive bed…”



“I love you. Okay?”

“I love you too, Alex. I love you too.”

“Aww, guys, you’re so sweet!”

“If anyone at the DEO finds out about this, I swear to god, Sawyer – ”

“What are you gonna do, babe, threaten me with your index finger? Cause that’s not a threat – ”

“Oh my god, why are you both like this?”

“Oh Alex, come on. Look at my puppy eyes! And your woman’s dimples! You love us!”

Winn activates his best puppy eyes and Maggie flashes her biggest smile, and Alex, for once in her life, is defenseless and feels amazing about it.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

good boy (M)

pairing: sub! jungkook x reader 

words: 4k

genre: fluff, smut 

warnings: body worship, rimming, gentle femdom, mommy kink, hes kind of a sugar baby??, some light name calling, begging, cum play, and my favorite kink, genuine love and affection, im sorry no one asked for this 

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

It was a bad day, you woke up late, hurt Jungkookie’s feelings prying him off of you so you could at least try to be on time, didn’t have the time to kiss the tears from his eyes before you left, and to top it all off your staff was incompetent. Fucking hell if you had to explain the same damn presentation again for the third time today when it’s their job to listen to you you were ready to fire them all and hire an entirely new board of advisers.

 Being the CEO of a major technology company was not really what it was cracked up to be. 

Sure you were rich but with that came the endless struggle of men beneath you claiming that you weren’t good enough for your job, being responsible for way too many people, and being busy all the damn time. You were trying to explain to your workers that if they actually did the jobs that you were paying them to do then your company would have a 15% increase of profits. You had spent the week prior going through all of the books to see where your company was lacking and it all added up to all of your workers slacking off just a little but it added up to a major decrease in profits. Much to your chagrin the workers didn’t seem to have the capacity to understand that you didn’t pay them over $35 an hour to half ass their job. Getting increasingly frustrated you practically exploded, explaining everything that they were doing wrong once again but more aggressive this time and storming out to take a half day and go back home after threatening all of their jobs if the numbers didn’t look better within the next month.

You needed to relax but you knew that when you got home you would be greeted with a watery Kook. He never seemed to fare well when you had to move fast, always clinging to you, whispering pleas and cries just to keep you by his side, but ultimately, you had a job to do and he still needed to go to college. There were some days that when you don’t give in to his every whim and put your foot down he’s a brat and loves to pout or throw a tantrum when you return home, refusing to let you comfort him out of sheer attitude. Other days that you neglect him he gets even more needy, practically attaching himself to you and not letting you go the moment you walk back in the door, his eyes looking perpetually wet from being left alone to his own devices, needing reassurance that you are always happy to give him that yes, yes baby I do love you I just can’t leave my job, how would I buy you all your pretty things then? And today seemed to be the latter with how sad he was looking that morning as you walked out the door.

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This makes so much sense to me personality-wise?

Ransom’s so high strung and Nursey values chill; even though they occasionally share eyerolls over White Nonsense, Nursey honestly wants to be more like Holster–smiling, obviously enjoying himself, confident in his weird interests and strident in his niche opinions. Ransom cares too obviously for Nursey’s comfort.

Dex sees Ransom having a panic attack under a table and crawls in beside him, knees tucked up to his chest.  Ransom looks at him. “If I don’t ace this class my parents will be so disappointed in me.”

“Bro,” Dex says, and offers him a fist to bump.

anonymous asked:

“I feel like I can’t breathe.” Pleaseee?

Anonymous: Oooo 48 please?

I combined these two: “I feel like I can’t breathe” and “I didn’t think you could get any less romantic”

“Can I ask you a question?” (y/n) had her attention focused on slurping the noodle from her fork but directed the question at Harry, who was sitting cross legged at the other end of the couch, both slurping noodles and watching the evening news.

“Sure.” He answered, glancing over at her but quickly returning his gaze back to his forkful of noodles when his mouth couldn’t quite find it.

“Be honest and give me the first answer that comes into your head, no hesitation.”

“When would I ever lie to you my love?” He smirked, snorting when she made a face as if to tell him that he has absolutely told a few white lies in his time.

“You lied earlier when you said you had a surprise for me.” She pointed out. “Whilst Laura’s boyfriend surprised her with reservations at London’s finest restaurant tonight, I got a Pot Noodle.”

“First of all,” He held up his fork as he spoke. “’Laura’s boyfriend’ clearly feels the need to show off just to get laid on valentines day.” He shrugged when she rolled her eyes. “And second,” He tapped his fork off the Pot Noodle. “This isn’t just any Pot Noodle- it’s a limited edition sweet and sour flavour.”

She deadpanned him for a few seconds, in disbelief of how he was able to justify a 99p tub of processed noodles as a valentine’s surprise.

“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic.” She shook her head, but continued back to what was, admittedly, a very good Pot Noodle.

“Oh I hate being spoiled. Valentine’s day is stupid and over rated. Please don’t buy me anything.” He mimicked an extremely high pitched, not at all (y/n)-like, voice.

“That is not how I talk.” She scoffed but he only laughed in return. “And you still haven’t let me ask my question.”

“Well stop complaining about my lack of romance and spit it out then.”

“Describe our sex life in one word.” She didn’t look up from where she was twirling noodles around her fork as she asked it, only peeking up when he still hadn’t answered after a few seconds and only stared at her with a confused look on his face. “Well?”

“Is this some sort of valentine’s trivia?”

“No hesitation.” She reminded him.

“I don’t know,” He shrugged, “Great?”

“Great?” She asked and he nodded in confirmation. “Don’t you think it’s a little…vanilla?”

“Oi!” His head snapped round so quick, she was sure he was bound to have whiplash. “Might not be the most romantic man in the country but there’s no need to insult my little Harry.”

“Please don’t call your dick ‘little Harry’ ever again.” She grimaced. “And I wasn’t insulting him. More so us, actually.”

“What’s wrong our sex life?” He still had a look of genuine offence on his face and it made her laugh how worked up he was getting over it.

“There’s nothing wrong with it.” She settled. “But Laura said her and her boyfriend have tried-“

“Oh for fuck sake, how many times are you gonna compare me to this bloke?” He tried to look angry but, to her, he just looked pouty and adorable. “Should just go and be with him if he’s so great.” He grumbled, angrily shoving the last of his noodles in his mouth and chewing with a deep furrow between his brows.

After giggling at how ridiculous he was being, she reached over to set her finished noodles on the coffee table before crawling over the sofa to take his finished pot from him and straddling his thighs.

“Why would I want anyone else when I’ve got a big strong,” She squeezed his bicep as she placed a kiss on the edge of his jaw. “Sexy.” Her lips moved further down his jawline, whilst her hands travelled down to his toned abs. “Slightly adorable.” She smiled against his jaw when she felt a smile tug at his own lips after she squeezed his love handles. “Amazing boyfriend?” She finished, lips finally finding their place on his.

“What about little Harry?” He smirked against her lips.

“Little Harry.” She began, maintain eye contact with him as she slid onto her knees and squeezed ‘Little Harry’ through his loose joggers. “Still hasn’t got his valentines kiss.”

The cocky smirk on his face was soon wiped away when she pulled his joggers down a little to grasp him and he sighed in delight at the feeling of her soft hands working up and down his growing length. His delightful little sighs turned into a loud moan when she suddenly took the entirety of him into her mouth until he was hitting the back of her throat.

Within a matter of minutes, he was bucking his hips and shouting her name as he came undone.

“I-“ He was cut off by a sharp intake of breath.

“I know.” She smiled, kissing the sensitive tip and apologising when he instinctively pulled away from her, before tucking him back into his joggers and resting her head on his thigh.

“No I-“ He could feel himself start to panic when he couldn’t get any words out, his heavy breathing cutting him off. “I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“Fuck.” Her head snapped up when she heard the panic in his voice and quickly jumped up to grab his inhaler from the kitchen cupboard when he started to heave over. “Here,” She almost stumbled over her own two feet in her rush to get back to him, pulling the lid off and handing the blue inhaler to him. “It’s ok, you’re ok. Just breathe.” She soothed, rubbing lightly on his back. She sighed in relief when his breathing started to return to normal.

“I’m-“ His voice cracked and he was cut off by a fit of coughing but quickly shook his head when she asked if he wanted a drink of water. Moving back onto the couch, he tugged her so she slid off the arm of the chair and onto his lap, nuzzling his face into her neck. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” She chuckled quietly, playing with the few curls at the back of his neck.

“’s hardly the most romantic thing in the world.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Trimberly Week (D3)

*cracks knuckles* Alrighty! So two things: shamelessly promoting my Trimberly fic “The Waiting Game” here because ch 2 has “naughty times” so that totally applies here. Second, i actually had a bit of fun writing this one out and was thinking about turning it into an actual story. Thoughts? Yay or nay? Let me know!

Naughty Times

  • It’s only a week, maybe two, after the whole Rita thing and the gang are still trying to get used to the whole, “psychic connection/mind reading” thing
  • but just when they think they’ve started to get the hang of it, whoops, turns out they share more than just feelings
  • orgasms. they share orgasms
  • and they learn this the hard way
    • its Zack who beats one off in the shower one night and he doesn’t realize the affect it has on his fellow rangers until its too late
    • Jason’s lifting weights in his room when his orgasm hits and he ends up snapping the metal bar in half
    • Billy was up in the mines looking for treasure and he’s more confused than embarrased
    • but poor Kim and Trini were skyping when they’re both hit with orgasms
      • and Trini’s nearly cumming again when she peeks at Kim on her screen, watching her moan and writhe and make the sexiest O-face
      • the second its over and they look at each other Trini slams her laptop shut and hides under her bed
  • To say detention the next day isn’t awkward would be a fucking lie
    • Zack has his head buried in a black hoodie and Trini can’t even look at Kim
  • Thankfully Billy bites the bullet and asks Alpha and Zordon about it when they all go to training after
  • Zordon informs them that the link is able to communicate strong emotions across the Morphin Grid and that polyamorous relationships were not uncommon between previous Rangers
  • Alpha-Five also tells them that their enhanced senses combined with their young age make them extremely hormonal and extra sensitive so they should be more careful until they learn how to control themselves and the link
  • a week passes without incident until one afternoon during training Billy and Jason are practicing close quarter combat and wrestling holds when Billy gets a little too carried away and grinds a little too hard on Jason and the red ranger orgasms on the spot
    • Zack and Kim are in detention for some prank or stunt they pulled when they feel it and they have just enough time to share a terrified look before Zack sneezes and Kim tears her backpack in two
    • the next day before detention Trini waltzes up to the group and punches Jason straight into a wall
      • Trini: “Wanna explain what the fuck that was, boss man? I was in the middle of a family dinner you loser!”
      • Zack makes some comment and winds up in the wall beside jason
  • Trini’s a little desperate to figure out the link thing because it’s getting harder and harder to control her emotions and arousal towards Kim and if Zack makes one more “hit it and quit it” joke she’s going to slaughter him
  • But Kim’s in the same boat as Trini because she’s had the hots for Trini since she pulled her over the cliff and that was before they were linked and her hormones exploded through the roof
  • so they’re at Kim’s house one night for a bio project, but Trini can’t concentrate because Kim’s in a crop top, and Kim can’t focus because Trini’s in skimpy jean shorts and the two of them in the same room is just doubling all this arousal
  • so when Kim leans over the table to pretend to point at something Trini practically vaults across the table and kisses Kim
  • and Kim kisses back and she’s sweeping their project off the table and crawling across it as Trini claws at her top and the exposed skin of her waist
  • but she pulls back gasping, saying they shouldn’t do this, that it’s just the hormones and the link and the boys
  • and Kim’s embarrassed by her thoughts and at how turned on she is so she agrees, too quickly and without thought
      • Trini: “Right.”
      • Kim: “Right.”
      • Trini: “Okay.”
      • Kim: “Totally.”
      • *pause*
    • they’re making out on the table five seconds later
    • and they fuck twice in the kitchen before Kim’s able to drag Trini up the stairs to her room
  • the next day at training Kim can’t stop smiling and Trini looks smug and the boys look exhausted but hey, somewhere after Kim’s fourth orgasm they somehow figured out how to tune out each other, so its a win-win all around


  • *everyone stretching in the pit*
    • Zack to Jason: “So… we gonna fuck or nah?”
  • Jason chokes on his water
First of Many (Damian Wayne X Reader)

Request: Could I have a Damian Wayne imagine where he has a crush on the reader and tries to tell her but keeps getting scared and then one day Jason blurts it out? (Btw i love your blog so far!!!!)

A/N: Thank you so much! So for this fic I’m going to make Damian be older, like maybe 17-18

Damian Wayne was brought up by the League of Assassins. He was virtually scared of nothing; except for you.

The way you made his heart race, his breathing uneven and his face warm; you unknowingly had a powerful force over him. Your presence alone made his knees weak and his mind unable to think straight. You were his best friend but also his kryptonite. Damian Wayne was completely and utterly in love with you.

Even after years of being best friends with you, he still found butterflies in his stomach whenever you agreed to spend time with him. Especially now since you accepted his invitation to stay over at the manor for a week to relax.

He’d already planned what he wanted to say, how he wanted to say it and when. He was so sure that his plan would work but when the time came, he couldn’t speak. Damian Wayne was a fearless individual but as he stood in front of you, three days into the sleepover, he felt his throat constrict and his heart pound against his rib cage. He couldn’t tell you he loved you.

“Dami,” you placed a hand on his shoulder, looking concerned, “are you alright? You look… sick.”

The current Robin coughed and tired his best to regain his composure, “I- I’m fine! Don’t worry about me, (Y/N), let’s go watch that movie now, shall we?”

It was midnight, while you two were in the midst of your movie marathon, when Jason Todd casually waltzed into the living room.

Having known about Damian’s plan to confess to you earlier, he was surprised to see that you two weren’t grossly making out or something.

“Hey, children,” Jason greeted as he plopped down on the couch beside Damian.

“Hey, Jason,” you replied before shoving a handful of popcorn into your mouth. Classy.

Jason leaned towards his younger brother, whispering into his ear, “so did you tell her yet?”

Damian shot him a glare before shaking his head, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Jason sighed and crossed his arms; he swore this was the millionth time Damian’d backed out of confessing to you. He figured that since Damian had such a ruthless personality, asking you to be his girlfriend would be a piece of cake; well he was definitely wrong.

Deciding that life wasn’t worth living, Jason blurted out, “Damian loves you, (Y/N),” before jumping off the couch and sprinting up to his room. He knew he was so dead the next morning but knowing that Damian’s feelings for you were totally requited, he knew his sacrifice was worth it.

As Jason’s heavy footsteps faded away, you slowly turned to look at Damian who looked like he was crapping himself. Despite staring at him for a solid minute, he refused to meet your gaze.



“Damian Wayne, look at me.”


You sighed in defeat before placing your bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. You crawled over to him and grabbed his face, turning it to face you. He looked so uncharacteristically nervous that, while your heart was pounding wildly at the possibility of him loving you, your heart dropped.

“Damian. Wayne. Was Jason telling the truth?”

He nodded.

Feeling a rush of happiness and bravery, you planted your lips onto his. Soon, his arms wrapped themselves around you and pulled you closer to him, your own hands still holding his face.

The kiss was sweet and innocent, it was pure but exhilarating. It was the first of many that followed for years to come.

anonymous asked:

What about wolfstar for the ship thing? ☺️

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: Remus. The time difference between when Remus gets up and when Sirius gets up on a weekend is usually one to two hours, giving Remus enough time to make tea, read a few chapters of whatever book he’s reading, and then go back to make another cup of tea and cast a warming spell on it. He then sets it on Sirius’ bedside table and crawls back into the sheets with him with his book, allowing Sirius to complete this routine by sleepily moving his head to rest on Remus’ chest while Remus cards his fingers through his hair until he opens his eyes.

Who’s the one to make breakfast: Sirius, and, let me tell you, he’s good at it. Like orgasmically good at cooking food. This is because he spent a lot of time downstairs with the Black household’s cook as an escape from his parents and cousins. He eventually was down there so much that the cook and house elves decided that it was high time he at least learned something from it instead of just sitting there stealing the most delicious ingredients and grinning. It’s the only good thing that ever came out of his home life.

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: Again, Sirius. Sort of as pay back for Remus serving him tea in bed. He’s not much with presentation though. It’s just eggs slapped on a plate with some perfectly toasted bread and jam but it’s divine.

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: Remus. Watching Sirius stretch as he’s waking up, flexing and stretching his torso, just does something to him. Sometimes he restrains himself, but then he has to watch Sirius cook too and it’s all over.

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: Sirius, much to Remus’ dismay. Although the dismay can’t be that much because he usually gives in.

Who chooses the movies: Remus. Even when it’s The Bourne Identity movies (that they’ve seen 1,000 times). Still, Remus chooses.

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: Both. Why else would they put a movie on? Honestly.

Who orders lunch: Remus. Or at least he tries to order lunch. They keep having to call back because Sirius forgot he wanted extra cheese or no onions. Oh, and “did you get that yummy sauce, Re?” *insert loving eye roll from Remus here*

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: Sirius. Major food envy, there.

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: Sirius. Remus always says to wait ten minutes before getting seconds because “you might be fuller than you think, Pads.” Bottom line is, Sirius never listens, but never regrets it either. (Honestly I want Sirius Black with a hella foodstagram like YES).

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: Is this not the definition of Sirius Black? Poor Moony with his notes all neatly arranged on the bed and book in hand, when Sirius is there, crawling over the paper, tossing the book behind him and pulling Remus against him by his hips with a little laugh. Remus protesting and swearing and Sirius just kissing him, “I’ll help you sort them out later. Promise…”

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: Remus “sweet tooth” Lupin. His motto is probably that there is nothing that can’t be fixed with a little chocolate ice cream.

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: Sirius. For his foodstagram, duh. Sometimes, if he takes too many pictures, he gets a face full of his own ice cream. That picture ends up on instagram too.

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face: This is the caption to Sirius’ instagram photo.

Who cooks dinner: They usually order in because they just want to lounge on the couch, wrapped up in each other after not seeing each other all day, but if someone does cook it’s Sirius.

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: They do this together! Remus washes and Sirius dries with kisses in between funny stories from their days.

Who stays up until 2 reading: Remus J. Lupin!!!

Who stares at their partner while their sleeping: This is what Remus does in between chapters. Along with hair petting. Yes. Lots of hair petting.

Who kisses their partner while they sleep: This is how Remus wakes Sirius up don’t tell me different.

Send me a ship and I’ll fill this out for them!! :) 

Fanfiction - Happier

I wrote this short thing for the needle wizard, pencil sorceress and all around magnificent friend, the lovely @outlanderedandoverhere. Master Seamstress shares with me the love for Ed Sheeran and I couldn’t resist the urge to have her doing a happy dance over this. Enjoy! X


I entered the small coffee shop, unfolding my scarf as soon as I felt the merciful warmth of the heating system, aiming towards a quiet table at the corner, as I shook off snowflakes from my curls.

As I waited for the small waitress to bring me my cranberry scone and a large cup of steaming tea, I opened my notebook and started reading the notes I had taken. It was a very hard case, a young patient with a rare tumor compressing his bile duct – presenting with jaundice, looking like the most recent character of The Simpsons. The previous surgeon in charge of the case had announced it to be unresectable, which gave him about three months of life expectancy. At the age of thirty, you are seldom ready for your life to end – least of all without throwing a good fight.

And that was what I was planning to offer him – a risky procedure, only done in the past by a handful of surgeons in the country. If it worked, he would be cancer free – and it was my job to guarantee it worked. I had barely slept the last couple of nights, immersed in planning the surgery to the finest detail.

I loved my job, fiercely – even in the moments I hated it. I never lost the tingling on my palms when I held the scalpel or the sudden feel of a jump inside my belly, like I had missed a step, whenever I finished a hazardous procedure. Besides, it was a very welcome distraction from the wreckage of my personal life.

I sipped my tea, delighted with the smoky taste of the Highland blend, strong and homely on the back of my tongue. It reminded me of the taste of his skin against my lips and I swallowed hard, slightly shaking my head to disperse unwelcome memories.

The bell above the door rang, a small tornado of snow allowed in as new customers entered the cosy place. I bit the back of my pencil, tilting my head to better discern an approach, as I mobilized the invisible pancreas before me. I smiled, seeing the vessels and ducts so well exposed in the eye of my mind, ready to be conquered, and raised my eyes to ask for a second congratulatory scone.

I saw his back but recognized him immediately – I had kissed that spot just behind his ear, where his hair curled at the nape, countless times.

He was wearing his pilot uniform underneath his overcoat, the flight captain’s hat placed next to his elbow on the table. I had a sudden flash of his hands placing that hat on my head, a playful smile on his full lips, his slightly callused hands roaming my otherwise naked body. No.

Without thinking, I was already making myself small on my table, shrinking to the point where I could almost hide under the tasteful tablecloth – wishing I had gone to another place, in another time, in another world.

Only then I noticed he had company - a cute blonde girl wearing stewardess clothes, her lips painted red to match the satin scarf prettily tied around her neck in a bow. She sat in front of him on the table, a complicit smile plastered on her face, as he talked – probably sharing something about a recent trip.

He was always coming and going, flying around the world – I remembered all too well setting my alarm to the middle of the night, just so I could listen to his voice in Tokyo. Kissing him goodbye – there had been so many goodbyes, not enough hellos – before he left to New York. Texting him, unsure where in the world he was exactly – but painfully aware it wasn’t by my side.

The nights became so long, always craving, always wondering. I felt split in two, half of myself scattered in the wind, travelling on the air - while the other half was forced to anchor it, bearing down, struggling with heaviness. There weren’t enough kisses to ease the constant ache, as much as he tried – and he had tried.

“Do ye not want me anymore?” He had asked me on the final night, broken – Oh, so broken.

I hadn’t answered him and in my silence he took his leave, shoulders hunched in pain. In truth, I couldn’t fathom a time when I wouldn’t want him – and that was the problem, wasn’t it? I kept wanting and wanting and wanting, wanting so much everything hurt, wanting so much I feared I would physically break.

The flight attendant touched his hand – to my horror he didn’t shy away from it. It lingered there, natural and possessive, and I felt the scone doing cartwheels inside my stomach like a flour acrobat.

She leaned over and told him something, slightly sticking her tongue out in mischief and he laughed. Throat and lungs and vocal chords, clapping and singing, an orchestra on a perfect rendition of amusement. Standing ovation from the crowd. Claire Beauchamp dead in the audience.

He used to laugh like that with me. Jamie always laughed with his entire body. He was that kind of man – whole in everything he did. I recalled the sensation of his laugh as I laid my cheek on his chest, a scientist studying the mechanisms of happiness. For a moment I closed my eyes and covered them with my hand, foolishly disturbed by the realization I didn’t hold his laughter in exclusiveness.

Jamie looked happy. I could see the outline of his smile, the corners of his mouth turned up in contentment. Had he been that happy with me, once? Before I filled our lives with insecurities, demands and frailties?

She squeezed his hand – fingers touching, skin meeting, hearts melting? - and got up, putting on her elegant coat. With a swish of blonde hair, she kissed his cheek – clearly no amiable kiss demanded such duration, in my opinion – and with a light caress on his forehead, left him finally alone.

He looked around, searching for the waitress to ask for a refill and – of course – spotted me. It was like standing on stage, two spotlights beaming on us, everything else left in darkness. Jamie glanced at me and I proudly endured his gaze, asserting that I saw his happiness and wasn’t shaken at all by it. Liar.

Slowly I made my way to his table, a slug crawling on a lettuce leaf, ugly but brave. I seemed to be ken on eating every crumb of my cake of sorrow and then smile, pretending it was sweet.

“Hello, Jamie.” I greeted him, bracing myself on the notebook I carried. His hair was somewhat shorter than the last time I had seen him, a couple of months ago, his uniform impeccable, the tie on his neck just a bit loose. I used to make his knots and suddenly panicked, fearing that the blonde girl was a master of turns and twists, able of fixing his heart as well as his tie.

“Hello, Claire.” Jamie replied, his voice cautious. “How are ye?”

“Good.” I smiled nervously. “Are you back from work?”

“Aye.” He fidgeted with the mug in front of him, a soft hesitant smile on his lips. “Just got back from Brazil. It was a wee furnace there.”

“Ah.” I swallowed hard, struggling to come up with other pleasantries I could share with him. Do you smile in your sleep when she touches you? “You look good. Happy.”

“What are ye asking me, Claire?” He avoided my gaze, his face abruptly serious.

“Nothing.” I replied in a hoarse voice, well aware that he could spot the tears forming on the corners of my eyes, in the fountains of my soul. “Just that. You looked happy with her.”

“She’s a good lass.” He glared at me, his eyes outrageously blue and intent. “She understands what life is for me. I feel that I can talk to her.”

“As you couldn’t talk to me?” I tried to smile again and failed miserably, the glass of my face polished and glistening, reflecting the thousands of small sorrows hidden in the corners of my eyes.

“I told ye all my soul and heart.” Jamie lowered his eyes, grabbing his hat. “In the end it wasna enough. That is my utmost regret, Claire - that it wasna enough.”

I stood there, speechless, as he gathered his things and left. I thought of the bleeders that elude the most capable surgeon, the cardiac arrest that lasts forever, the hands inside where we are most private, touching the core of what we are, unable to reach what had been lost. I slammed my heart at him as he closed the door behind him – “Jamie!” – knowing all too well I had no one to blame but myself. I had traded all for nothing, convinced it was a worthy bargain – blind, blind, fool.

I crawled home, shaken to the very marrow of my bones, oozing love and loss – sticky and queasy with it. In medical school they had told me how the brain works to protect itself – the clever barrier surrounding it, the plasticity, the temperature regulation – and yet my brain seemed decided to finish me, incessantly playing memories of Jamie, smacking me with my own recklessness. I had no self-preservation left, for I loved him to the atoms of me.

I had seen him happy without me – there was joy there to be sure, in knowing him well. But the pain was almost unbearable, no last redoubt of magical thinking left, where I could hide and pretend we would find our way back to each other. He was gone. Pushed away by my own two hands.

I collapsed on the couch, curling into fetal position, making myself small and smaller. My ears were filled with the sounds of my own heart and I willed him to stop, to let go of beating, to be still and let me be.

He kissed my cheek on our first date. I kissed his lips on the second. Loved all of himself by the tenth. My heart leapt when I saw him, tall and gallant in his uniform, almost running to hold me in his arms at the hospital. When he told me flying was his second favourite thing. When he told me I was first. Red Jamie, my Jamie.

A knock on the door, fast and rhythmed. A secret code for the lover coming.

I padded to the door, afraid and wanting. Hopeful.

I opened the door and he was standing there, snowflakes turning into rivers on the brim of his hat. He reached out with his hand and I took it, already knowing I’d never let go again.

“I was happier with ye.” He whispered in a husky voice. And I remembered it all, the happiness and love I’d known, waiting in him as kisses on his lips.

i need a bechloe rent!au where beca is the ivy league “anal retentive” lawyer while chloe is the starving “ambitious af” performance artist. where they fall in love, get engaged, fight during the engagement party; in front of the bohemians(the bellas obv), but work through their problems and get back together on halloween


Phil’s looking for his friend, but Dan’s hiding in a fun place…

Phil placed down one of the heavy lights he would be filming with. He dug his phone from the elastic of his pj pants and checked the time. It was already after 12! He and Dan were supposed to film something for his channel today and if he wanted to edit it all in time for an evening upload then he needed to film now. He’d already put on a nice button up and everything was set up in his room. All he needed now was decent lighting and Dan, one of which was missing. He’d checked the bedroom, the den, even knocked on the bathroom door to see where his curly-haired friend was hiding. When he came up with nothing, he finally broke down and went to bother you, something he hated doing.

You were sitting in the kitchen, headphones in, doing something on your computer. Your face was serious but a little unfocused, whatever you were watching was capturing your full attention. Phil hoped he wasn’t going to put you in a bad mood by interrupting what you were doing. “Hey y/n.” You seemed startled to see him standing in the entrance of the kitchen. Both your hands had been in your lap but one shot up and quickly clicked out of something on the computer while the other pulled out one of your headphones. “Oh hey Phil. What’s up?” Phil smiled sheepishly, kind of messing with the huge light he’d brought in with him. “Nothing, just looking for Dan.” You gave him a teasing smile, “The flat’s pretty small, Lester. How hard can it be to find your friend?” Phil’s neck grew hot and he started sputtering, feeling like an idiot for losing his best friend. You laughed at him and it only made it worse. “I’m kidding, man. Dan stepped out a little earlier for something,” you said. Your eyes kept drifting between the computer screen and Phil, and you were biting at your lip every few moments.

Phil was going to kill Dan! He’d been telling his friend about this video for a week now! Even reminded him last night that he was supposed to film today. And now he was deciding to run errands? “Well there’s no use being upset over it now. Any idea when he’ll be back?” Phil sighed. You were looking back at the computer again but paid attention to Phil when you remembered you were still having a conversation. “Oh! Um, well he uh, I think he said t-that he’d be back by like one today.” Your voice shook with every word. Phil thought you were acting super strange, but you’d given him the information he needed so he wasn’t in any position to question it. “Cool thanks. Y/n…are you feeling alright?” Phil knew it was rude to pry, but he was worried about your odd behavior. You nodded, your face now flushed and your breathing pretty heavy. “Okay then I’ll see you later.” He picked up the light and was back down the hall toward his room, wondering why you had been acting so weird.

You waited until Phil’s door was shut before dropping the facade and sinking down into your chair. Your hands fell back beneath the table and threaded through soft brown locks. The video playing quietly on your computer ended. “You think he knew something was up?” You looked down between your legs at Dan’s smirking face. “Oh he definitely knew something was up, I just doubt he knew it was me eating you under the table.” He turned and crawled from underneath the place where had dinner, sitting down shirtless in one of the dining room chairs. His lips were swollen and there was a noticeable tent in his boxers. You shut your laptop and clucked your tongue at him. “Well either way that was entirely too close,” I hit his shoulder, “and bad friend Dan! Hiding from your friend and making me lie to him!”

“Well you could’ve just told him I was busy with my lips around your-”

“You don’t have to tell me about it I was there!”

You shut the laptop and plopped down in Dan’s lap, right over his hard cock. You grasped the back of his neck and kissed his lips softly. His tongue slid into your mouth so you tasted yourself, and his hands moved your hips over his. When you pulled away he looked even more turned on than before. “Well, I know you’ve got a video to film with your friend.” You hopped off of him and picked up your laptop. You started walking toward the living room. “What so we’re not gonna take care of this?” He called behind you. “Maybe after you’re done, but right now your friend needs you more than you need me so go get dressed.” With that I left him sitting in the kitchen high and dry.

Dan looked where you had just been standing for a few seconds then looked down at his problem. “Seriously?”

A/N: God I could write about Dan going down on me all day

anonymous asked:

Burr, Burr?? *looks behind book shelf* Grem!Burr? *crawls under tables* Burr? *looks in trees* Aaron Burr?? *flips cars over* bURR??! *asking everyone in the park* haS ANYONE seen BuRR?? He's about yay high, fragile, kinda scary, *getting into a bar fight* wheRE THE HELL is BURR??!??

NCT Reactions: When he comes home to see you cried yourself to sleep

Request: Will you do a NCT reaction to coming home late to find their gf had such a bad day that she wanted to cry to them, but instead cried herself to sleep, hugging their pillow? 💕

A/N: Thank you for the request! This was so fun to write!! (Although it made me sad bc I’m not dating an NCT member lol) Also I know there’s a lot of uncertainty with Hansol, but I’m going to include him mostly because I don’t want to face reality :’((

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

Taeil: Taeil would be so worried about you, seeing your tear-stained cheeks after he entered the bedroom. He would immediately rush over to you, only to hesitate, remembering that you probably need your rest. He would promise to apologize repeatedly to you in the morning and wouldn’t be able to get much sleep considering how his girlfriend felt.

Originally posted by y-ta

Johnny: He would feel so awful that he wasn’t there for you when you needed him most, he would legit start crying, accidentally waking you up in the process. Somehow you end up being the comforter in this situation, holding him and reassuring him that you don’t blame him at all. This of course wouldn’t be enough for him so he would promise a whole day dedicated to you tomorrow.

Originally posted by kunxxxsol

Hansol: Hansol would be so confused at first, not understanding why you were crying by yourself. He would immediately wake you up to ask what’s wrong, only then realizing his mistake. After realizing that he left you with no one in your time of need, he would hold you and sing to you until you fell back asleep.

Originally posted by dxngsichxng

Kun: He would know exactly what’s wrong, seeing the missed calls on his phone on the way home. He would decide to just let you sleep and would make you a MASSIVE breakfast the next morning. One you kissed him on the cheek as thanks, he would know that all is forgiven.

Originally posted by nct127

Taeyong: He knows you so well that he knew you would be upset when he got home from practice, so he would arrive with flowers and chocolates already in hand. Just hearing him come through the door would be so comforting because you knew there were no need for words. He would just lay the gifts down, climb into bed, and take you in his arms, whispering to you how much he loves you.

Originally posted by trainingpanda

Doyoung: I think he would try to put up a front for a bit, pretending it didn’t get to him seeing you curled up with his pillow with tear trails down your cheeks, but as soon as you stir a bit and sit up to look at him with those big puppy eyes, he loses it. I mean, he’d literally get on his knees with your hands in his as he begs for forgiveness. Little does he know, just seeing him was enough for you.

Originally posted by tenchittaphonsnose

Ten: He would, of course, feel terrible about not being there for you. He would be at a loss at first seeing you like that, but he would then decide to make it his mission to make you the happiest girl in the world in that moment because you didn’t deserve to ever be sad. He would wake you up and tickle you/make bad jokes/pout like a puppy/etc. until you’re smiling so much you can’t even remember what it’s like to be sad.

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Jaehyun: This softie would be a lot like Johnny because it would be absolutely devastating to him that you ever felt like this to begin with. But instead of breaking down, he would go out to buy you a ton of your favorite foods and plushies of your favorite cartoon characters, no matter how late it is. He would start cooking before you woke up the next day so you would be treated to all of his surprises as soon as you got out of bed.

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Yuta: AWWWW ok Yuta would be so loving because skinship is his middle name tbh. He would drop everything as soon as he saw you and take you into his arms, kissing you before you even had a chance to wake up. Of course, knowing Yuta, that would lead to other things like makeup sex (what who said that not me)

Originally posted by the95s

WinWin: SIcheng would be at a complete loss at what to do when he saw you like that. He wouldn’t want you to be tired tomorrow so he would let you sleep, but he would toss and turn until morning when he could apologize to you.

Originally posted by nakamotens

Mark: This big ol softie would know he screwed up right away and do something ridiculously kdrama-esque like write you a super long apology letter while you slept, tape it closed with a heart shaped sticker, prop it up on your bedside table, and then crawl into bed next to you and caress your cheek while you slept as a silent apology.

Originally posted by neotechs

Haechan: Donghyuck would see you asleep on the couch, curled up with his pillow, and immediately go into ultimate bf mode. Not only would he carry you to bed, but he would also sing you a lullaby after apologizing to you. After you drifted off, he’d place a soft kiss on your cheek and lay back down next to you for the rest of the night.

Originally posted by haecha

Renjun: Renjun would be so upset after seeing you like that, it’d probably make him upset at himself like Johnny, but instead of crying, he would get super mad. You’d wake up to see him sitting in the rocking chair across from you with his eyes closed, rubbing his temples in frustration. Once he saw you wake up, he’d apologize and promise you that he would never let it happen again.

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

Jeno: After seeing you all alone, he’d run over to the kitchen and slave over your favorite homemade dishes for hours. You’d wake up to see his smiling face next to several plates of delicious food, one of them spelling out “sorry” in noodles.

Originally posted by kunxxxsol

(I legit could NOT find a relatively sad gif of Chenle. He smiles too much. Someone come collect this kid.)

Chenle: This little rascal would act a lot like Ten, just wanting to see you smile again. He’d wake you up with his signature aegyo and wouldn’t stop until you’re both cackling, including his dolphin scream of a laugh.

Originally posted by jaehyunsleatherpants

Jaemin: He’d be so worried about your health that he’d just let you sleep, but he’d hate the idea of you being so sad when he wasn’t there to help. He’d promise himself that he’d stay home all day tomorrow to have a cartoon marathon with you just to cheer you up.

Originally posted by haechannie

Jisung: Jisung would be a startled by how upset you appeared, a little confused as to what was wrong. Once he woke you up to ask and you began crying, he’d immediately hold you close, sharing a quiet moment before he apologized.


just another lil something as I need to move my butt and start posting more! This is a tad drunk / sleepy Harry. 


“I’m s’not drunk.” Harry amusingly giggled like a child, showing you his teeth as he thought of what to say next. His eyes were on you, and they made you feel good inside. His glances were like no one else’s.

“Snot?” You asked, his smile slightly vanished, he looked at you not understanding your words.

“S’what?” Harry asked you again. He sat up straight on the padded chair and rubbed his eyes like a child wanting sleep. He focused on you again. His soft pink lips went to open, but quickly shut again as he lost his train of thought.

“Why are you speaking like that?” You asked with a smile, putting the straw in your mouth and drinking from your pitcher. God you loved him, the pair of you loved nothing more than taking the piss out of each other.

“Don’t laff, it’s ‘m accent. I’m not from ‘round ‘ere ya’now.” He said looking down, he acted embarrassed but the smile on his face said completely different. He really didn’t know what he was saying by this time, he had the same amount of drinks as you did, but when he eventually hurried off to the toilet, not wanting to break the seal. You switched his G&T for Tequila, Harry’s demon of all alcoholic drinks.

“Where you from then baby?” You asked him. Of course you knew where he was from. You were girlfriend, but it was fun to mess with him when he was drunk. His hand held yours, fiddling with a ring on your tiny index finger. Harry loved your hands, they were tiny, which he loved, and they were dainty, which always made him laugh, he found it funny how every time he held your had it reminded him of when he hold hands with Lola, his 3 year old niece.

He’d been gone a month and a half, and you were missing him horribly. Face-times and text’s were not enough make either of you feel better. You were craving him, you’d wake up aching for him, your entire body needed his touch, you deserved it. Two days, he promised, two days left and he’d be home and he’d make it up by going to the bar where you first met, sit at the same table, order the exact same drinks, and have the exact same conversation you had that night.

It was a shit conversation. You both knew it. You wanted each other, and that was before you started ordering numerous concoctions. The heat, the passion, the eagerness was there, but neither of you admitted it, you both remained calm, no eagerness shown. You laughed hard at his really shit dad jokes, and he acted really interested in the degree you were studying although he didn’t know what astrobiology was.

And you didn’t know that he was secretly throbbing under his black ripped skinny jeans, and he didn’t know that you were soaking from the thought of that tongue being inside you tonight.

The night carried on, and more drinks were poured. You both over thanked the waitress each time she brought the drinks over, embarrassing fits of giggles escaped your mouths as you tried to reenact voices of television characters you used to watch when you were both little. The night was ending soon and there was nothing you could both do to stop time, neither of you wanted to go home and you both definitely didn’t want to go home alone…

“I’m from, ‘uh.. I’m from Scot - ta - fornia.” He said to you. He said it again to himself and nodded. “I’m from Scottafornia.” He smiled, and took another sip of his ‘G&T’. He struggled to find the straw, his eyes were located on the straw, yet his mouth was having trouble and couldn’t find it.

You cleared your throat. Scotland and California maybe?

“Are you now?” You asked, very amused at his answer. “What’s it like there? Sounds like it’s hot but also cold?” He watched you speak, he couldn’t quite understand why you had such a smile on your face.

“S’nice. Real nice.” He said proudly, so unaware of his mistake.

“Baby, take ‘meh shoes off’t.” Harry whined.

You looked at him and put your hands on your hips. “Harry I’m your girlfriend not your bloody mother.” You barked at him. He looked at you and gave you the pout he knew would win you over, it did, you leant across and took his shoes off.

“Not my socks Y/N!”

His voice shrieked. You looked up at him ands eyes were wide. You couldn’t help but laugh, but he frowned at you and mumbled to himself.

“No socks to be worn in the bed, you know the rules.”

He did know the rules, time and time again you’d get into bed and find numerous amount of socks just rolled up under the covers. You thought you were going mad, but you weren’t. You’d sit up and throw the socks out of the bed, lay back down and still find some. Harry loved to wear his socks to bed. You though, you hated it.

He got under the covers of your bed and scowled at you, while mumbling something that sounded similar to what you’d just said, but you decided to ignore it. You got undressed and put some pyjamas on. You went downstairs to get a glass of water for Harry, who was a lot more drunker than you.

You placed his glass of water on his bedside table and crawled into bed next to him. He immediately turned over to face you. “Got you something, for your feet.” You said with a little smile playing at your lips.

“Hope it’s ‘ma socks.” He said bluntly. You could see him rubbing his legs together under the duvet. You let out a little laugh again. Not like Harry to be dramatic.

You move the hot water bottle from your stomach to his hands so he could feel what you were on about. “Here.” You watched him. His face relaxing to the warmth. He smiled at you and ever so quickly got under the covers to place it under his feet.

You smiled and got comfortable, pulling the duvet that smelt of Harry up to your neck and letting out a little sigh of relief that neither of you have been sick yet.

“Y/N, baby.” Harry started.

“’Fanks for the hot water bottle,” He said slowly. He moved closer to you wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head in your neck. He left little kisses, and let out a little sigh.

“Can’t wait to move to Scottafornia with ‘yeh.”

Red Jamie and the White Lady - Part 20

Holy. Crap. You guys. This is the TWENTIETH chapter of RJWL!!! I can’t even tell you how shocked I am that this story has made it so far. It wouldn’t be here without you wonderful supporters and readers. So thank you so so so so much for all your comments. @diversemediums is amazing as always, convincing me this chapter was actually good as it was snd I didn’t need to scrap it. :D

Catch up on chapter 19 HERE

Claire sat quietly beside Murtagh in the cab, watching the streets of Paris pass by. She’d never been to Paris before. There was a vague memory of an early childhood dream to visit Paris with her true love and kiss beneath the Eiffel Tower. Maybe she could persuade Murtagh to let Jamie out for one night and they’d sneak over there. No, she sighed, that would put him in too much danger and that was too much to risk.

When the cab came to a stop, Murtagh exited first and helped her with her bag, eyes constantly moving.

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Two Against One

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Sarah Rogers

Waring: Fluff

A/N:  Here is my continue of Dad!Saturday, I’m working through the rest of the requests I got for these. This was an Anon request. Hope you enjoy.

Prompt: “Where did your diaper go?!”

While Y/N is away on under cover Steve struggles with a wild Sarah who has hit a new stage in her development, and Steve has no idea how to put it to an end.

The team is gathered in the meeting room as they watch Steve jog down the hallway with a shrieking Sarah in his arms, yelling hello at everyone they pass. Steve sets her down with another agent before heading into the meeting room.

“Having some issues Rogers?” Fury smirks watching him as he finally sits down.

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