that these were his favorite trousers

Shush...

Originally posted by imagines-af

Fandom: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy x Reader


Warnings: smut, smut, Narcissa and Lucius, and smut


Word count: 1,418


Song: Your favorite song


Requested by anon: Please write a Draco smut about trying to be quiet as his parents are there


You sat across the room from your boyfriend, Draco. You two were going back to Draco’s house tonight as it was the last day of term at Hogwarts. You twisted your hair round your finger as you knew you and Draco had his house to yourselves for a bit. This made you smile and bite your lip slightly. You kicked Draco under the table, you were in Potions Class. He looked at you and you were still biting your lip. He knew exactly what was on your mind and you knew it was on his, as well. You winked to him.


As soon as your lesson was over you jumped off your seat and stood in the hallway, waiting for Draco. When he got to you, you leaned him against the wall and discreetly began messing with his boxers, after untucking his shirt. He gulped.


“Hey, Malfoy…” you smirked and you had complete power over him at this point.


“Yes, b-babe” he stuttered as he felt you messing with the beginning of his boxers, your chest resting on his.


“We have the place to ourselves, right?” you whispered in his ear. He nodded, breathing heavy and you messing with his downstairs.


“Good!” you smiled and walked off. Draco looked down at his bulge. He now understood you were just teasing and weren’t very happy about it.


“Wait… Babe…” you heard him call, but you were already skipping to your next lesson. The rest of your day couldn’t have gone slower. You were patiently waiting. Patiently waiting, for you and Draco to have some real alone time.  Most time alone was at school in the dorms and hoping no one had noticed you slip into Draco. You knew you two were going to have a great night together and was just really happy.


Later, school had finished and you waited for Draco to come out to meet you. He was in a mood with you when he walked out of the school. He had his arms crossed and didn’t look at you. You laughed as you knew it was because of your teasing scheme. You just kissed his cheek and blushed.


“I’ve had an awkward boner for an hour, Y/N, this isn’t a joke” he hissed, not maliciously though. You laughed and wrapped your arms around him and he gave up on the mood and repeated your actions. You smiled into his chest.
“Come on then” he said, and you both started to walk to get the train back to Draco’s. You were both flirting with each other all the way home and it was getting very heated, but you were both saving yourselves for the Malfoy household.


You arrived at Draco’s and he put the key in the door and he turned around and kissed you deeply, picking you up and wrapping your legs round his waist. He opened the door and you continued to kiss. When the pair of you got in the house, you heard noise. Draco propped you down on the floor and grabbed his wand. Draco walked through and into the living room. Before Draco and you could say anything, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy walk round the corner. Your eyes widened and you sighed heavily.


“Hello darling!” Narcissa smiled at her son leaning forward to look into his blue oceans. Draco’s face dropped, you and him no longer had alone time. Now you had “family” time. The Malfoy’s loved you and you loved them, but you wanted your alone time with Draco and they were in the way. You greeted both parents and they greeted you. They told you they would cook you dinner and then you and Draco would not be disturbed.


You sunk into the chair at dinner, wanting the time to hurry up because, even though you and Draco couldn’t have “fun”, you still had free time without school to worry about. You both knew you should embrace not being at the excellent but dragging Hogwarts. You wiggled in your chair anticipating and rushed your food down. Draco, also, ate very fast. Once the pair of you had eaten, you both ran upstairs with Lucius and Narcissa remaining downstairs.


You sat on Draco’s bed and he sat next to you in silence. The silence was painful and you cut the tension in the room with a knife. You don’t understand why there was so much tension though. You looked at Draco and he was breathing slightly heavier than usual.


“Dra—“you were going to say before you were cut off by Draco’s lips on yours. He kissed you passionately and snaked his hands round your body and pulling you more into the kiss. You wrapped your arms round his neck. He picked you up and placed you on top of him not breaking the kiss. You were straddling Draco and he broke the kiss. You were both breathing heavily trying to catch your breaths. Draco began to kiss down your neck and nibble on your jaw line. You breathed out heavily, clutching some of Draco’s hair and pulling it playfully. He sucked onto your sweet spot on your neck causing you to slightly grind on him. He groaned slightly. You could feel he was already hard under you.

“Draco, we can’t, your parents are downstairs…” you trailed off while he was kissing you and you were breathing kind of heavy. He began to undo your shirt and kiss down your chest and you sighed, giving in, because you knew how bad you wanted Draco. You undid his shirt while he was massaging your breasts, causing you to moan. He bit down on your nipple gently. You covered your mouth and bit down on your hand trying not to moan.


“I want you now, Y/N…” Draco purred down your ear and you shivered in response. He lay you down on the bed and you began to take your bottoms off so you were only in your underwear. Draco put your favorite song on, quite, loud and took his trousers off so he was left in his boxers. He, then, sat between your open legs. He bit one side of your panties and pulled them down and you were instantly impressed. He licked up your core, instantly, and your legs closed around his head. You began to moan but you put your face in Draco’s pillow. He looked up and laughed slightly. You pushed your fingers through his hair as he went down on you. He kitten licked your clit before pushing his two fingers into you. You bit his pillow hard but a moan still came from your throat. He pumped his fingers into you, fastly, hitting your g-spot. You bit your lip hard trying to contain your moans and you were almost at your climax when Draco pulled out. You looked up at him, slightly mad.


“That’ll teach you not to tease me” he hissed, seductively, hovering over you. You pulled his boxers down, knowing he wanted to have sex and you, also, did. Without warning you, Draco thrusted into you and you moaned into his neck whilst he slightly chuckled. He waited a second, whilst you got used to him and then began to thrust into you hard. You moaned out trying to be as quiet as you possibly could but failing, unfortunately. Draco was moaning in your ear, silently, you didn’t know how he moaned so quiet. The bed was slightly creaking as Draco went into you hard and deep. You both whispered each other’s names and a few profanities, along with muffled moans.


“Shhhhh…” Draco hushed you in your ear, causing you to groan a little. He kissed you deeply, before carrying on with his work.


Draco had picked up a good rhythm going and was hitting your g-spot perfectly. You were moaning so loud and your sweaty bodies were pressed against each others. You dug your nails into Draco’s back and your face was in his chest, causing your moans to be muffled.  


“Draco, I’m going to—“before you could carry on, the pair of you hit climax and Draco carried on through both of your highs. You were both panting and sweaty when you’d finished up. You looked at Draco, who had collapsed next to you and you lay in his arms.


“You are so good at that…” you whispered to Draco, smiling at him. Blue, hazy eyes met your Y/E/C, dreamy eyes.


“And you really suck at being quiet” Draco mused, tiredly. You both laughed.


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The Offer

Guyssss I am super excited (and very much nervous) to share this with you all!! I know I haven’t posted anything in a very long time and I am sorry for that, witer’s block hit me heavy last month due to finals… This will most likely be in multiple parts as there is a lot on my mind about this whole thing lol. Also this is a prince!Harry AU and I am not going to pretend I know everything about the royal government, so if I get things wrong I do apologize!! I hope you all enjoy pals (: -M xx.

The offer happened the third time you encountered him.

Ironically, the first encounter was something you wish you avoided. At the time, you were only introduced to half of the royal family you were working for (which of course, made sense; as a family as important as them, most of them don’t have time to waste meeting new employees). Being able to call yourself an assistant to the royal family was an accomplishment to you, so all you wanted to do was make a great impression.

However, when you held a regrettable amount of coffee in a paper cup that was just a little too hot; and with your nerves jittering at your fingertips and toes, all hope of making a good impression was lost as you unintentionally tripped over your own feet–resulting with your face almost hitting the marble floor and the coffee staining a very expensive shirt.

There was quietness once you hit the floor, as when you looked up to see that your coffee spilt on in fact, the prince, which soon made you go into a silent panic. He shook his arms as the liquid began to turn his skin red from its temperature; his eyebrows crinkled as if he was trying to figure out what just happened before his green eyes traveled to your frozen face. 

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Red Fire (Crowley x Reader x Lucifer) - One Shot Smut

Originally posted by crowleysloverr


Originally posted by lucifersagents

Summary: You’re Crowley’s personal, little pet and you enjoy every second of it. But when you hear that a more powerful creature is held prison by Crowley, you decide it’s time to move up on the ladder.

A/N: This is just 4000 words of pure, filthy porn but I regret nothing. Set in S12 E15

Tags: @socktrollqueen @tori-supernatural @karlamoriarty

Warnings: SMUT, So much smut everywhere, Explicit Language, Pet Play, Blow Job, Facial, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal.

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Friction

♥ Hi Guys, here is the request you were waiting for so long: dry humping with Loki. I hope you guys enjoy. This one is especially for @moderndeathsblog I hope you like it as well♥ Requests are open feel free to drop something,  and please leave some feedback. Found any mistakes, tell me I would love to fix them. Deutsche Version auf meiner Masterlist.

* gif isn’t mine, credit goes to owner


Request:   The one you write with Steve with the dry hump… Is there any way, you may write something like that, but for Bruce? Or Loki? Or both? Pretty please with a cherry on top? I love your blog

Dry humping with Steve & Dry humping with Bruce


  • Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader
  • Summary: well, dry humping with Loki ;)
  • Warnings: smut, dry humping (no penetration) PWP!
  • Words: 740

Slowly you walked through the long corridors of Asgard’s Palace on your way to the room you shared with Loki.It was an eternally long day and all you wanted was to relax a few minutes, get some sleep and finish the day, as soon as possible.
Frustrated, you open the door to your room and spotted your favorite dark-haired  god, dressed only in trousers on top of the large and noble bed. His eyes were closed and he looked relaxed.You walked to him as quietly as possible. You weren’t sure if he was asleep it you didn’t want to disturb him, yet. You climbed cautiously onto the soft bed and straddled his lap. You slowly leaned forward and your lips touched the soft skin under his ear, and you knew he was awake when his hands raise from his side to rest on your hips.“ Hello Love”“Hi,” you replied tiredly and pressed you lips in a slow kiss against his, before you climbed off him and let yourself fall into the soft pillows.
Loki straightened up and let his gaze wander over your body.“Oh, had my princess a hard day?” He asked teasingly, letting a few fingers wander over your breasts to your thigh before pressing against your core.You pulled in a sharp breath and moaned.“Ah Loki, what are you doing?”“Make sure you feel better”

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Tale As Old As Time: Chapter 1 Provincial Life

Originally posted by easycompany

((Lmao the last thing I should be writing is another series right? But I saw beauty and the Beast the other day and I was inspired.))

I give credit to @dontshootmespence​ for helping me organize everything.

Contains: Fluff, Eventual Spencer x Reader- but sorry, you don’t have a really appearance in this chapter yet.

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Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young princess lived in a shining castle. Her name was Y/n.  Although she had everything her heart desired, the princess was spoiled, selfish, and unkind.  But then, one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered her a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the princess sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned the girl not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when she dismissed her again, the old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.  The princess tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in Y/n’s heart, and as punishment, she transformed her into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there. Ashamed of her monstrous form, the beast concealed herself inside her castle, with a magic mirror as her only window to the outside world.  The rose the enchantress had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until her twenty-first year.  If Y/n could learn to love another, and earn his love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken.  If not, she would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.  As the years passed, she fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?

-

A young man exited his home, an unseen smile blooming on his face at the valley he and his mother lived at. The dirt roads, leading to the cobblestone village were earthy and coffee-like, light in the rays of the sun and sapphire skies. The grass wasn’t too green, but his mother’s garden did brighten up their yard, and brought a sweet smell to his nose.

His name was Spencer. The man was past his twenties, not too long ago turning 37, and still without a bride, content in looking after his mother. Her brain wasn’t too sharp anymore, but she had her moments where the young woman he grew up with shone through.

Spencer smoothed down the white smock he wore over his light blue trousers, and matching vest, a white shirt to cover his arms. His shoulder-length hazelnut locks were tied back with a blue ribbon he had stolen from his mother. He grabbed the basket that lie next to the stone stairs he walked down from, placing the book he had thumbed over the last few hours into the weaving.

Every morning Spencer went into town to grab some ingredients for food that day, and to head to the bookshop in town, his favorite place in the entire world. Unfortunately, not everyone in the town really respected him. Some people were cruel, teasing him for being so odd, or being Diana Reid’s son. As he reached the buildings and shoppes, he could already see people staring and whispering about him.

He ignored everyone whispering about how he was a ‘funny man’ or making fun of him for being smart. Although the townsfolk boasted of his beauty, he felt upset and annoyed that that was all they cared about. His mother had always warned him that one shouldn’t judge a book by their cover. Speaking of books…

“Ah, Spencer!” The librarian, Emily Prentiss, got down from her ladder where she had previously been dusting to hug her favorite (and most frequent) patron. “Let me guess, you’ve finished the book already, and no, I’m sorry, we don’t have anything new.” She pretended not to notice Spencer’s embarrassment as he nodded. The library had maybe twenty books to it’s name and not many people came to visit. But her business was held afloat by the absence of taxes.

“Can I borrow…this one?” He asked shyly, holding up a familiar leather cover. She nodded, but still felt confused. “I know, I’ve read this one too many times but…it"s my favorite. Far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!” A dreamy look overcame his face as he rambled on.

“Well, if you like it all that much, it’s yours!” She proclaimed, laughing at his dumbstruck look upon his face. “I insist! You’re the only one who really likes it anyway!”

“Well thank you.’ Spencer’s voice was quiet, reaching out to hug her once more.  "Thank you very much!” He left the shop, looking like a boy on Christmas morning.

Spencer held the book in his hands that he had already read so much like he had just received a chest of gold. He could practically recite it from memory, but he still contained as much joy as when he first read it as his eyes hungrily ate up 'Once upon a time’. He was careful to avoid damaging the book or running into anyone as he whisked by the market, digging out coins from his smock pockets and paying each merchant for bread, eggs- which were quite expensive- and some slivers of meat from the butcher.

“There he is….” A young girl watched from afar, sipping from her teacup. She wore an expensive tea gown, hair curled and styled high in the fashion that was popular in Paris, looking through the window of a shoe shoppe. Diane Turner was a young, weathly orphan who never stopped reminding Spencer that she was eligible for marriage. It seems the only reason she was so infatuated with him was because he didn’t make a bumbling fool of himself offering himself to her like the small group of men she had attracted in the village. She had just returned from Paris, another trip to buy more expensive things and had set her eyes back to on as who she referred to as her future husband.

“No one stands a chance against you Ms., especially against any man.” Her friend/servant since birth Maeve Donovan stood by her side, voice gentle, as if merely speaking would anger Diane. Maeve never knew what mood her mistress would be in, but she seemed happy enough with her 'cat ate the canary’ smile

Diane set her teacup and saucer down on the windowsill, standing and promptly walking out of the shoppe, ignoring the owner’s frown as the rich customer didn’t buy anything. Maeve quickly followed suit behind her, amazed how Diane could walk so fast in heels. “I know Maeve, and my eyes are set on that man right there.” She pointed up ahead where Spencer slowly walked, softly humming to himself and he flipped through the book.

“You mean crazy Diana Reid’s son?” Maeve gasped, furrowing her eyebrows. “But he’s-”

“The most beautiful man and town! That makes him the best! And I dare say I do deserve the best don’t i?” Diane interrupted with a sneering tone. Maeve stopped in her tracks, blushing as she apologized.

“It’s just his mother….you really want to marry into that family?” She mumbled, scurrying back after Diane. Diane made a rude noise, clicking her tongue loudly as she moved to face Maeve.

“You’re so simple-minded. His mother is old, she’ll probably die soon. Then it will be just Spencer and I. Imagine it… his latest kill roasting on the fire, and I, his little wife massaging his feet while our six or seven little ones play with the dogs.”

“Spencer? Hunting?” Maeve had to stifle a laugh, questing down as the pair finally reached the aforementioned man. The idea seemed positively ridiculous. “Spencer!” Diane greeted, smiling and giving a polite nod.

“Bonjour…” Spencer quickly finished the last sentence of the page he was reading and looked up, bowing slightly. He wasn’t expecting Diane to pry the book from his hands as she did, flipping through the pages.

“What’s this about hm? Shouldn’t you be out hunting with the other village men? I heard they were all out today.” Spencer had to hold back scoffing at her statement. It wasn’t that he was against hunting, he just preferred staying inside and reading with his mother.

“There’s more to life then chasing an animal.” Spencer nodded politely, taking the book back and trying to end the conversation and walk away but Diane stood in his path. “Yes, there is, I am delighted you’ve noticed. You know, most of the townsfolk think that you might not be looking exactly for a wife due to your…lack of…” She rambled on and his face turned a light pink, eyebrows furrowing. “You should join me for tea one day.” She proposed and he shook his head, declining.

“I can’t, my mother needs my help.” He gestured to the path that led to his house, grimacing when Diane started laughing at him, elbowing Maeve harshly to join in. Spencer bit back a sigh, almost rolling his eyes.

“Your mother? She’s just a peculiar old spinster….I guess that would mean she needs all the help she can get.” Spencer’ saw clenched, making Maeve stop her forced laughter out of fear, Diane being completely ignorant.

“Don’t you dare talk about my mother that way.” He walked around her to head back to his house, ignoring the four heels that pitter-pattered behind him, biting his lip harshly when Diane tried to pass the comment off like Maeve had set it. Spencer practically ran up the path when he finally saw the fence around his house.

“Spencer!” Diane cried exasperatedly, corset and excessive exercise making it hard to breathe. “Listen, we’ve lived in this town our whole lives, yes?” She waited for him to agree before she continued. “Let’s not beat around the bush then. We’re both in our prime, and let’s be honest, you really can’t do better then me… let alone being in this small town or not….” She trailed off, giving him a pointed look.

“What are you…why…is this your way of getting me to propose to you?” He almost laughed but the fear of being Mr. Diane Turner overpowered his hysterics. His pace started getting quicker. “Diane, you’re right about one thing, we’ve lived in this town our whole lives. I’ve known you since we were little, but the one thing that has never changed is your arrogance.” His hands finally reached the wooden gate and he tried to quickly shut it but Diane, with a furious expression tore right through behind him, not caring if she stepped on any flowers.

“All I’m saying is that we could never be happy together, so therefore, after thinking, and realizing I’m too poor to buy you a fancy ring or anything really, maybe, perhaps, we shouldn’t get married at all. Have a good day!” He opened and slammed his front door shut, leaning his back against the heavy oak and sliding down until he almost hit the floor. After he was sure she was gone, he bolted out of his house, muttering to himself.

“Mousier Turner- ha! Can’t you just see it? Her husband! No sir!” He ran off into the wide open lands behind his house, practically collapsing as he stared up into the sky. Didn’t anybody realize that he wanted to leave this village? He wanted adventure so much he dreamt vivid dreams about traveling. Why couldn’t anyone understand?
-

“I cannot do this anymore Spencer.” His mother sighed, quill in hand, scrolls of various chapters about her novel she had been working on. Every year she would write one but no one ever picked them up. “Too intimidated by your genius” Spencer would tell her.

“Mother you always say that, and every year you finish it.” Spencer waved off his mother’s rambling, trying to find a place to set down a meal for her. It was crunch time, her leaving tomorrow meant he needed to finish editing today.

“I mean it, this time.  I’ll never get this boneheaded story to sound even remotely good at all.” Diana ran her hand through her hair, elbows on the desk in front of her. Spencer shook his head, making his way over to her.

“Yes, you will.  And you’ll finally get that publication.” He continued as she groaned,
wrapping his arms around her shoulders.  "…and become a world famous author! Soon every person in the world will have their very own Diana Reid story.

“You really believe that?’ Her tone became soft, unbelieving.  "I always have.” he reassured her, kissing his mother on the cheek. She seemed satisfied with that so he had started cleaning up, making sure not to step on any pages.

“So, did you have a good time in town today?” She mumbled as she worked, adjusting her spectacles.

“I got a new book.” He shrugged and stayed quiet for a few moments. “……Mama, do you think I’m odd?”

“My son?  Odd?” She tutted, shaking her head.  "Where would you get an idea like that?“

"Oh, I don’t know.  It’s just I’m not sure I’ve ever really fitted in this town. There’s no one I can really talk to.”

“What about that…’ She snapped her fingers for a moment trying to think. "Diane?  She’s a pretty little thing! Rich as well….” Spencer snorted. “She’s pretty all right, pretty rude and conceited and…Oh Mother, she’s not for me!”

“Well, don’t you worry, cause this book should be the start of a new life for us. I think that’s done it.  Now, give it a read.” She thrusted the stack of papers over in his direction. It took him about 20 minutes to get through the whole thing, well, everything he was given while Diana almost paced a hole in the floor. “Well….It’s wonderful. My favorite book so far.”

“It works? It works!” She shrieked, grabbing him in a hug and kissing his face.

“You did it!  You really did it!” He hoped his mother’s words rang true. He so badly wished to get out of here, one nice he knew for certain his mother was safe, maybe then he could try thinking about love.
-

The next morning Spencer watched with a frown as his mother got ready for her yearly trip to Paris. He was never allowed to go, and although he wondered why, he never fought his mother’s decision. She went every year not only to go and publish her books but to go and learn new things, get new books, and bring back new ideas. Diana had always wanted to be a teacher, but she wasn’t allowed to, as a women, for they were too “fragile”.

“My dear, is there anything you would like?” Diana was bustling around outside, getting all of her bags and books. Spencer pitched in to help, his added strength unfortunately making the job done quicker.

“I only wish for a rose.” He replied, smile growing when Diana turned, slightly puzzled. “You ask for that every year…” She wondered out loud, giving him a look.

“There are no roses that grow in this part of town… I’ve looked everywhere. I can remember when I was younger, they used to be all around us…” He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, stopping his bashful activities when his mother leaned over and kissed his forehead.

“Then I will continue to bring you one.” She cupped the side of his face with her hand, saying her goodbyes and heading on her way. Spencer ran behind her, shouting and waving his own goodbyes until Phillippe pulled the carriage too fast for his liking.

It wasn’t until early the next morning, earlier then the crows of the roosters that Spencer heard violent whinny’s outside of the house. He opened the door to find Phillippe, no carriage, his mother not in sight. Without a second thought he climbed on the horses back, flicking the reins.

“Take me to her.”

anonymous asked:

Dude my favorite moment is the "sorry we're late we were having a quickie" before that German show in 2014

louis was so sweaty before they’d even performed and had to adjust his crotch and harry lost his trousers and admitted to it sometimes i have to question if they’re even real

A Class Act: Epilogue

A high school teacher AU. 

Chapter Summary: Two years later…

Now complete, full chapter list here. 

Also on AO3. 

Acknowledgements at the end. 


Seven o’clock was still a ways off, but the blue light outside was already turning gold as Cullen drank his coffee and read the news on his tablet. He hadn’t slept well the night before, but that was to be expected ahead of the first day of school. It didn’t matter that this was his seventh first day of school as a teacher, he was always just as excited, just as nervous as if it was his first.

Argos, their overgrown puppy of a mabari, was sulking. He seemed to have figured out that summer had ended and that meant that Cullen and Mara wouldn’t be home during the days. Argos’s head was currently in Cullen’s lap, and Cullen was rubbing his head. They’d gotten Argos the previous summer, so it certainly wasn’t the first school year he’d been through, but the mabari was doing a good job of making Cullen feel guilty about it.

“Maybe if you didn’t jump on Leliana every time we see her, she’d let us bring you to school,” Cullen said, glancing down at the mabari. Argos responded with a pitiful whine.

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Call Me Thomas Pt. 5

Originally posted by alexander-hamiltunes

Requested: *side eyes @secretschuylersister *

Pairings: Thomas Jefferson x Soulamte!Reader

Previously: {1} {2} {3} {4}

Summary: Thomas has asked Y/N to accompany him to Monticello.

Warnings: Just so much fluff

Word Count: 1,684

A/N: It almost hurts me a little to say this, but this is going to be the last part of the ‘Call Me Thomas’ series. Thank you for all of the wonderful messages and encouragement for me to finally finish a series that I started. I am glad that you all have enjoyed it as much as I have, and I can’t wait to see what comes next!

If someone had told you a month ago that you were going to end up in a carriage with Thomas Jefferson, stuffed into a ridiculous dress, and then told you that you were going to be content with it, happy even, you would have laughed in their faces.

But here you were, on the way to his family’ estate, and you weren’t even frustrated with the little flowers that Peggy had stuck in your braid that morning. You tried to ignore the fact that your soulmate was taking you to his home. He wasn’t meeting you at your house or a local theater, he was taking you to the place that he loved more than anywhere else in the whole world (besides in the opinion of one Alexander Hamilton, who insisted that he could love nothing more than his beloved France).

The ride was long, and although you insisted that you wouldn’t mind going on horseback, Thomas insisted that the ride in the carriage was a must for anyone visiting Virginia for the first time. The usually lengthy ride was even longer, after Thomas insisted that you stop to take in all of the sites.

You smiled faintly, thinking about the first time that the mountains came into view. He took your hand, standing silently with you as the sun had barely began to show over the mountain’s peaks in the distance. His thumb had been absentmindedly stroking the back of your head, the two of you content to take in his home’s natural splendor in silence. Unfortunately, that had been the last moment of silence that you had experienced, unless Thomas was asleep.

The closer that you go to his estate, the more that he began to fidget and chatter away. You could tell that he was nervous, but the idea of him being nervous only made you feel more unsure about yourself.

You returned your attention to the book that Thomas had given you at the beginning of your journey.

“I know that the journey can be long and tiring, and more so than that, it can get boring if all you have to look at is fields for miles and miles.” He slipped a book into your hands before shooing the footman away and helping you into his carriage.

Regardless of his good intentions, you had barely been able to make it more than halfway into the book. You found yourself getting drawn into the rolling fields that were sprawled out in front of you in all directions. You tore your gaze away from the scenery outside for long enough to notice a small smile play at his lips while he gazed across the carriage.

You had expected him to look away, but he met your eyes with his own, holding your gaze. The staring quickly became a game, neither of you refusing to look away. Even when the carriage came to a stop, and the footman opened the door announcing that you had arrived. The anticipation was killing you. Thomas obviously had a leg up on you, already knowing what his home looked like.

Without a second thought, you brought your hands up to clap right in front of his face, causing him to flinch back and blink rapidly a few times.

“Ha, I won!” You laughed, hopping out of the carriage. But your hilarity was cut short as you took in Thomas Jefferson’s not so humble abode. The house… the house was amazing, everything that you had expected it to be. But the grounds.

You had never seen anything like it. You had grown up in the city, far away from any wide open spaces that weren’t constantly crawling with people. Here, there was empty land as far as the eye could see.

You loved it.

“I promise that you will have all of the time in the world later, but I thought that you might want to change first.”

“Hmm?” As unladylike as it was, you had barely been listening to Thomas, instead choosing to let your eyes search the horizon in search of an end to the seemingly limitless space.

“I want you to always be comfortable here.” Thomas said, allowing you to take his arm as he lead you into his house. “I know that you packed mostly dresses, but I had a selection of pants and blouses be delivered so that you may choose to wear them whenever you would prefer.” You gasped, your eyes widening as he opened the door to a bedroom and motioned to a large chest at the foot of the bed.

You couldn’t help it, your legs carrying you over to the chest, almost without permission. You threw open the lid to find exactly what Thomas had promised. Pants and shirts in a wonderful array of colors. You met his eyes, and when he saw that you had no words, he mercifully gave you a smile and retreated from the room. “I will be just outside when you are ready.”

You knew that he loved you- he had accepted the bond, hadn’t he? But this level of kindness was something that many women never experienced, even after finding a soul mate. You were close to crying, but shook your head and resolved to make it through this day without dissolving into tears.

You donned a pair of trousers and felt significantly better, making your way down the hallway and finding Thomas pacing in front of the house. “Thomas?”

He immediately stopped in his tracks, moving his hands to rest behind his back and offering you a too sincere smile. “I thought that I could show you my favorite spot, since you were so kind to show me yours.”

You were so shocked when Thomas took your hand and led you down a path in silence, that you simply chose to take in your soulmate’s beautiful grounds, and save the questions for later.

He led you to a beautiful little babbling brook, and after taking a moment, seemed to decided that this was the place for… whatever it was that you were doing out here. Thomas had made you walk all of this way, and you still did not know what you were supposed to be doing.

“Y/N- I have been thinking about this for a while. And I want you to know that you are not expected to answer me a certain way. I want you to speak from your heart. But know that if you do not allow me to speak from mine, I might go just a little insane.”

You spent a moment trying to find an appropriate way to respond, and after it occurred to you that you didn’t have one, you simply bit your tongue and nodded. Thomas wasn’t making much sense, but better he ramble than torture you with his silence.

“I want you to first know how much I love you. I haven’t said those words to you, Y/N, and it is not because I do not feel them. I have been trying to find a time that did not make me seem like a love struck fool, and I have been unsuccessful up until this point, because a love struck fool is simply what I am, and what I hope to be for the rest of my life.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest. What was he going on about?

“I love you Y/N. I love you with all of my heart, and with every fiber of my being. I have wanted to ask you this since the first night that your damned stomach lit up, but I wanted to do it here. Everything important in my life seems to have happened in Monticello, and asking my soulmate to marry me was not something that I was going to let happen anywhere else.”

You were going to stop breathing. He wanted to marry you.

“I know that we are soulmates, but I have found myself falling for you, in ways that I never could have imagined. I smile when you insult me, I wait for the next time that you make fun of my coat or the fact that I am wildly overdressed. I look forward to the next time that I can see you smile, to make you smile. And I am very much hoping that you will allow me to look forward to making you my wife.”

You were crying. You hadn’t realized it at first, but Thomas’ thumb brushed away a tear, and suddenly, you were aware of every emotion coursing through your body all at one. Thomas reached into his pocket, cupping his hand around the most important question of his lie.

“So, Y/N, will you allow me to take on the challenge of making you happy for every single day for the rest of your life?” he opened his palm to reveal a simple band with a few diamonds clustered together. It was not what you had expected from Thomas, perhaps the gaudiest person that you knew. It was simple and elegant. In a word, it was perfect.

You were a mess of tears and emotions, but every single one of them making it’s way through your body was screaming one word at you. “Yes.” You had wanted to scream it, but you could barely manage more than a whisper. You had failed to make it through the day without tears, but you weren’t going to let it leave before you got a husband.

“Yes?” he asked, taking both of your hands in his free one.

“Yes,” you said, this time your voice sounded more resolute, more sure of itself. Of course I will marry you, you sappy dolt!” you laughed, almost disbelieving that you had to spell it out for him.

And as Thomas Jefferson slid a ring onto your finger, you couldn’t help but think about how much you had denied that this was possible- happiness with a man that you had despised before you had ever met him. But, as his lips found their way to yours, you were thanking God that it was.

Loot - Part 4 - Jim Kirk

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Word count: 2,486
Warnings: language, mentions of abuse/injuries

A/N: another long part filled with nonsense. this part really got away from me tbh, it’ll be totally back on track soon. it just doesn’t feel believable to me to have something intense happen every time (although, arguably, believability is shot to hell when you’re writing about a sci-fi franchise). i wanted this story to be more about the reader and their feelings and jim and his feelings. i hope his feelings toward the reader are obvious without me having to point blank write them– like i hope you can tell through mannerisms. anyway, i’ve had a trying week and apologize if i missed some typos. lemme know if you wanna be tagged! ENJOY AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK


The artifact was becoming a pain— something you could say literally after the ancient hunk of metal scalded the skin of your palm and wrist, and something you could say figuratively after you were forced out of your oven-like temporary quarters more often than not for the past three days.

According to a drunken, loud-mouthed Ensign Chekov, the Enterprise had flown through a nebula that threw off the ship’s electrical balance. It caused the air systems, the warp core, and practically every electronic on the ship to be knocked out of equilibrium and into much more volatile, unpredictable states—  a statement you could confirm due to the onset timing of the artifact’s volatility.

When it came to the air systems, cool air would blast out of the vent when warm air was desired and vice versa. As for the warp core, several engineers found themselves in the medbay clutching burns from the core’s overheating while electronics such as communicators and PADDs shorted out, shut off, and came back to life upon whim.

Hearing that all the malfunctions were due to a nebula was a relief but the initial worry you experienced lingered a little. You wondered if the problems were being exacerbated by the artifact and almost had your suspicions confirmed when rumor had it the ship’s chief engineer, Scotty claimed this particular nebula couldn’t have been the only cause for so many issues.

You found yourself wishing you’d taken Jim up on his offer to explain to you why the artifact was so important. You also found yourself wishing you could pry a window open and throw the damn thing into the dark abyss of space— no amount of tuition was worth the pain it was causing you and the potential pain it could cause the hundreds of people on board.

As you sat atop a biobed in Exam Room 1 of the medbay, you swung your legs in order to appear more nonchalant than your ever-circulating thoughts actually had you feeling. You watched McCoy stand with his back against the edge of the counter, his hazel eyes narrowed as he read the screen of his PADD with his most casual frown.

“You can tell me if I’m dying— I’m strong enough to take it.”

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A Super Help (Fem!Reader)

@jackie-sugarskull This prompt moved me so much. I don’t think my heart can take this any longer. The Captain interacting with children is my absolute favorite thing ever.

Hope you enjoy!

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There! That should be the last of them!”

The Captain clapped his hands together, brushing off the dirt. Your ten year old daughter and her little brother watched in awe as the superhero helped load the last cage onto the animal control van


“Who knew gophers could grow that BIG!!!” Your daughter threw her arms up in wild emphasis, while your five year old son began to play pretend, growling as if he too were a rabid gopher.


“Thank you so much, Captain! You really saved the day!” You eagerly threw your arms around the trouser-less wonder.


Haha! It was no trouble at all, Ms. Y/n!!!” The Captain beamed, tightly wrapping his arms around you in return. “Trapping them was easy once we found out they were magnetic mutant gophers! Just open the hatch to the metal cage and they zip right in!”


The gophers snarled and rattled in the van, stuck to the sides of their metal cages. The Captain released you, and your two children came running to cling to your legs.


The Animal Control workers slammed the van shut, and soon they were driving off, taking the reactive rodents far, far away from you and your children.


Captain Underpants let out a proud exhale, placing his fists on his hips.

“Well, it was a pleasure seeing you all again.” He said tenderly, playfully tousling your son’s hair.


“Huh? No, don’t go yet!” He reached up to grasp at the Captain’s cape.

“Yeah!” Your daughter piped. “Can’t you stay just a little longer, Captain Underpants?”


He could swear his heart was ready to shatter to pieces. He bent down to their height and placed a hand on each of their shoulders.


“I really wish I could but I’ve done my duty, young ones. I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” He brought your children in for a warm embrace.


You couldn’t bear to see your son and daughter in such disarray. It isn’t every day their favorite superhero comes for a visit. Actually this was only the third time they had ever seen him in person. Apparently he had saved their school on more than one occasion.

One of those occasions being in the middle of your class when the school was being overtook by an invasion of stink-spewing skunk cabbage creatures thanks to the work of a new garden-themed villain.Three of the creatures had you entangled in their vines, forcing you to inhale their toxic fumes.

That is, until Captain Underpants swooped in, tearing you from their creeping foliage and whisking you, along with the rest of the school to safety.


The other time was when a dastardly fiend attempted to swarm the school with hundreds of tiny android insects, which you had to admit was pretty cool at first. They were actually pretty cute, and the kids loved playing with them, especially your two.

But when you saw that vile man attempt to attack your son when he accidentally crushed one under his sneaker, that’s when you drew the line. Your daughter tried to step between, arms outstretched to defend her little brother, but to you horror she had taken a swift kick to the side, knocking her clean to the floor.

But before you could react, that brief-clad hero quickly intervened, scooping up your daughter and son in one arm, then delivering the evildoer a swift uppercut to the jaw.

You gazed in awe at the strange bald hero as he clobbered the villain to the ground, then gently lowered your children into your arms.


“Take care of them. I’ll have an ambulance on the way for your daughter, Miss Y/n.” He said to you before returning to finish off the creepy-crawly creep.


You held your children close. “Th-Thank you, Captain… Wait! How did you know my-….”


But it was too late. He and the villain were gone, and the mechanical bugs were all scurrying out of the building. And in an almost second, an ambulance siren wailed around the corner of the elementary school for your daughter and whomever else was in need of assistance.


So you did technically owe him three times for his valiant efforts.



You tapped at your chin.

“You know, I was planning on baking a pie tonight.” You grinned amusingly.


It was almost as if you had revealed the Holy Grail.


PIE?!” Your children exclaimed with stars in their eyes.

You nodded contently. “Mm-hm. It would be a shame if you couldn’t join us for a slice.” You flashed a playful wink at the Captain.


“Oh…? Well, I do believe it would be rather rude of me not to partake, now wouldn’t it?”

The Captain passed the wink to the kids who in turn, clung to the hero in delight.


You couldn’t help but laugh as the waistband wonder soared into the sky, twirling your two children in his arms.


“Alright, you three!!!” You shouted up to the sky. “Come on inside and I’ll start making the crust!”


“I wanna put the filling in!!!” Your daughter exclaimed.

“I just wanna lick the spoon after!” Your son giggled.


“Alrighty then! To… YOUR KITCHEN!!!

And with that being said, the Captain swooped down with your children, racing into the house while you happily sauntered behind.


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“Mmf-… Thiff if a luffly place you haff here, Miff Y/n!” The Captain attempted to speak through a mouthful of your favorite pie.


“Thank you, Captain. It’s an old place, but I think we spruced it up rather nicely, the three of us.” You replied, sitting down on your sofa next to him with your own plate.


“Captain Underpants, look!!! I like superheros too!!!” You smiled as your son came running into the living room with an armful of crayon drawings, haphazardly spreading them on the floor in a personal gallery for the Captain to view.


The Captain’s eyes lit up. He swallowed and leaned forward to get a closer look.


“Wow, son! Those are amazing! Is this you?” He picked up a drawing of a boy in a bright green cape flying and saving a cat from a burning building.


Your son pumped his arms excitedly. “Yeah!!! When I grow up, I wanna be a superhero just like you, Captain!!!”


Meanwhile your daughter sat in the back corner in the recliner, scribbling away in her writing notebook.

“I’m sorry bro, but you’re gonna need superpowers for that to happen.” She scoffed.


“Superpowers?! HA!!!“ The Captain set down his plate on the coffee table. “They do help quite a bit, but you don’t need superpowers to be a hero! Why when I first became Captain Underpants, I didn’t even have powers!”


REALLY?!” Your son put his hands on the Captain’s knee, his mouth open in shock.


“Mm-hm! But I knew deep down in my heart I wanted to do something good for the world.” He reached under your son’s arms and plopped him down on his knee. “If you really want to be a superhero, you need to ask yourself one thing and one thing only: …. Do you want to do something good for the world?”


YEAH!!!” Proclaimed your son, pumping his fists in the air once more.


“Then, my boy, you CAN be a hero!!!!” The Captain lifted your little boy in his arms, holding him high above his head.


It was a beautiful sight, seeing your son so overjoyed. You knew he was going to remember this moment for a lifetime. Even your daughter was enthralled in the excitement. It almost felt like the moment could last forever.



“Well, I am sorry to say this, but I think I need to be heading home.” The Captain glanced out the window, noticing the sun was just about to set for the day.


“Aw, really?!?!” Your children moaned as he lowered your son back to the floor.


“It is getting rather late. You two need to be getting ready for bed!” You felt like a sword was being driven through your chest watching the happiness drain from your children’s faces, but you knew it had to happen eventually.


“Can you come back tomorrow, Captain?” Your son asked, tugging slightly at his cape. You reached down and scooped him up in your arms.


“Honey, Captain Underpants has to keep an eye out and protect the city. That’s his job! He’s got to make sure no weird robot gophers come back to take over Piqua!” You bounced him in your arms, making him giggle. You turned back to the Captain.

“But please, don’t be a stranger, will you?” You smiled graciously.


“Only if there’s more of that delicious pie!” He winked, then turned to your daughter who was back in her chair, still writing away.


“You’ve been rather quiet back there, Little Lady. What are you working on?” He asked.


Your daughter quickly folded her notebook shut and pointed to the cover.

“I’ve been writing about all the times you saved us! I never want to forget them!!!” She beamed proudly.


The Captain chuckled and ruffled her hair. “Be sure to keep those safe and sound. And who knows? Maybe someday you’ll become Piqua’s next ace reporter!”


A wide, toothy smile spread across your daughter’s face. And with a leap off her chair and a tight hug goodbye to the Captain, she bolted up the stairs to her bedroom.


“Thank you, Captain Underpants!!! I won’t let you down!!!” She yelled as she darted into her room.


You and the Captain shared a laugh as you lead him towards the door.


“Will you be safe heading home, Captain? Er-… I mean I know you’re a superhero, but it is getting dark and I-…. Ugh, I’m a mother, what do you expect?” You shook your head, wanting to kicking yourself.


“Not a problem, Miss Y/n! I appreciate the concern!” The Captain wrapped his arms around you and your son one last time. “Thank you for such a wonderful time!”


You nodded. “Yes, please do come again! I’m sure the kids would love seeing their favorite superhero again someday.” You gave a small kiss to the side of your son’s head.


The Captain saluted and clicked his heels. “You have my word!!! And now I must bid thee, farewell and goodnight!!!”


And with a bend of his knees, the Captain soared high in air. A triumphant “Tra-la-laa!!!” echoed through the evening sky as he zoomed off into the night.



Your son let out a long, heavy yawn, which contagiously made you yawn in return.


“Let’s get you up to bed, then, shall we?” You cooed, taking him back inside.


The sleepy boy rubbed his eyes. “Mommy, do you really think I can be a superhero like Captain Underpants?”


You smiled, bringing him close in your arms.

“Yes. Yes, I do, sweetheart.”

Everyone Needs to Know

Drabble request from @fandom-over-blood for

25. “Stop, there’s people around!”

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Robb Stark X Reader
A/N:
 Seriously I’m loving all the drabble requests, also love me some possessive Robb *fans self* With Love, Kat

Words: 787

It was no secret that you and Robb Stark were a couple. Seven Hells, everyone in Winterfell already knew and you had only been courting for a few days. That was because Robb liked to talk about you to everyone he came in contact with and brag about how you were his. While you loved Robb and how loving he was, his possessiveness could sometimes get in the way of you doing your normal, day-to-day things in life. He lived up to the Stark name, being tall, strikingly handsome, and he definitely had the traits of a wolf. The second he claimed you as his, he would watch over you during certain parts of the day. It wasn’t a strange, hovering feeling though, it actually made you feel protected and safe constantly. It made you feel like if you ever needed him, he’d be there in an instant, ready to do whatever you needed of him. Which according to Robb included scaring off anyone and everyone that even looked at you in a way he didn’t approve of. Sometimes it gave you quite the laugh.

Your favorite story to tell actually happened the day after Robb asked you to be his, which you graciously accepted. His friend Theon Greyjoy decided he was going to toy with Robb, knowing how he felt about you, but what he didn’t know was that Robb had made you his the day previous. So while you were in the courtyard talking to Arya about how uncomfortable dresses were and how you two would rather wear trousers all the time, Theon interrupted your conversation politely. Arya then excused herself because she was running late for her “dancing lesson”, which was obviously sword fighting. She’d come back covered in bruises and cuts. Arya was klutzy, but there’s no way she could hurt herself that badly while dancing.
“Hey Y/N,” Theon said, trying to hide his smirk and failing.
“Hi Theon, how are you?” you asked, wondering what he was up to.
Then, as he glanced over your shoulder to make sure Robb was looking, he stepped close to you, your face inches from his. He brushed the hair back from your face and tucked it behind your ear, put his lips to your ear and whispered,
“I’m just delightful, darling. And you look ravishing today.”
You couldn’t help but giggle at Theon’s words and you felt a blush rising in your cheeks. You were wondering why he was in such a flirtatious mood today, but brushed it off to Theon being Theon. The boy was a flirt, chasing every girl that stepped in front of him and even though he knew how you and Robb felt for one another, you were no exception.

Robb couldn’t take it anymore. You were his, what the hell did Theon think he was doing? He threw his sparring sword to the ground, leaving Jon swinging at nothing with a confused look on his face. Robb came stomping heavily across the courtyard, grabbed you by the elbow, spinning you around and trapping you between his body and the wall of the castle. He decided he was going to make sure everybody in Westeros knew you were his, starting with the entire courtyard, which was bustling with people. With a hand on each side of your head, successfully caging you against the wall, Robb kissed you hungrily, possessively. His hands moved to your face as he deepened the kiss, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, requesting entrance into your mouth. You denied and pulled back, giving Robb a stern look.
Stop, there’s people around!” you said, smacking him on the arm.
“I don’t care. You’re mine. Everyone needs to know,” and with that Robb was at your mouth again, his lips moving against yours quickly. As he pulled back from your mouth, allowing you to breathe, he placed one hand on the wall next to your waist and the other went right to your waist, grabbing you firmly. You could see Theon’s face over Robb’s shoulder, his jaw hung open in shock and you couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. His lips travelled up your jawbone to your ear and then down your neck, sucking and biting hard, leaving dark marks as he went.
“Mine” he growled into your neck as your head leaned back to grant him better access to your skin.
You placed your hands on each side of Robb’s face, pulling him up to meet your eyes.
“Yours” you said as you placed a kiss on his forehead, “Always.”
“Always,” Robb repeated, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

He was a handful. A possessive, needy, cuddly, loving handful, and you loved it that way.

Let Them Listen (Matt the Radar Technician x Reader)

Notes: Ok before I post this I personally blame thank @faestae for her actions in the Sims that prompted me to write this, also there’s a bit of Triplet!Kylo and Triplet!Ben being mean to their younger brother so forgive me. Also kind of Exhibitionism and Voyeurism… Does listening count? Does listening have a different name?

Summary: Ben and Kylo have tormented Matt with their sexual endeavors for years and you decide it’s finally time they got some payback.

Rating: Explicit/Mature

You were finishing your first project at your new job when you heard a familiar text notification.

“sweetie can i go over for the night?”

“Sure babe, what for?”

“Kylo just brought his girlfriend home… So yeah, I need sleep for tomorrow.”

“K love, remember to bring your boxers so you don’t have to wear my boyshorts hahaha”

“I will never live that down huh? I’ll bring extra clothes to leave there, be there in a couple hours dear, gotta finish up work.”

“Sounds good, and don’t feel too bad, they made your ass look great ;)”

“Thanks lol”

You smiled as you saved your project and rolled your shoulders. “Finally, I should clean up before Matt gets here and order some take out.” 

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The Pantaloon by Twenty One Pilots-- Analysis

Aah, this is one of the songs I personally really love. When I first heard this song I was like huh, now if only I knew what the heck a “Pantaloon” was. I googled it and came up with the definition being puffy pants. Now, I’d love for this song to be about puffy pants it could join TB Saga and all that jazz but sadly this is about deeper stuff like the rest of their songs. Many people deem it to be about mental illness or Alzheimer’s or something, but I honestly find a different perspective a lot more likely.  Keep reading to find what the heck a Pantaloon actually is and a full analysis :3

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First Kiss (2) Masterlist

Links Last Checked May 11 2017

part one

At The End Of The Day - fiction-phan

Summary: Dan had been waiting for months to finally meet the person he had started considering his best friend. Skype conversations just weren’t enough anymore and he was craving the real thing. He just hoped that he hadn’t read Phil’s flirting in the wrong way.

Books And Adventure - washedoutgay

Summary: Dan takes an interest in a new boy who is always reading near him, and for some reason doesn’t wear shoes.

Communications - cafephan

Summary: Phil convinces Dan to investigate a haunted house with him on Halloween.

give me at shot at the night (ao3) - goldfishsunglasses

Summary: “and then you kissed me…”

If I Was Your Boyfriend - phan-panda

Summary: Phil has sprained his ankle and his medication has him acting very silly. What will Dan do when his loopy best friend tries to kiss him?

If Only You Saw What I Can See - cafephan

Summary: It’s Dan and Phil’s first night together, but things haven’t exactly gone to plan. Until the morning after.

New Demons - botanistlester

Summary: Punk!Phil is forced to go to a church youth group where he meets Pastel!Dan.

On A Rainy Day - kawaii-kanai

Summary: Dan finally admits his feelings to Phil but it doesn’t quite go as planned.

Thanks To Tyler - dilisinlove

Summary: Tyler finds out that Dan likes Phil and that Phil likes Dan. Tyler then plays matchmaker, kinda.

The Boy Who Was A Virgin And The Boy With The Snake Tattoo - xdesolation-rowx

Summary: “Listen, zodiacs are bullshit.” He says, as I shuffle the deck of cards in my trembling hands, passing a seven of hearts trough my bruised knuckles. “You say that ‘cause your a gemini. Cancers, geminis, scorpios and sagittarius tend to be skeptical” I argue. “Also, not my fault your trousers ripped.”

The Rooftop - jilliancares

Summary: Phil’s been best friends with Dan all his life, and it seems like every night they were up to another adventure. Just when did that platonic, best friend love, turn into something more?

Winter Wishes - chocolatesaucelester

Summary: Christmas is without a doubt Phil’s favorite time of year, and he’s convinced there’s something purely magical about the season. His festive feelings are only amplified when a little bit of Christmas magic brings he and Dan a little closer.

Young Hearts - placingglaciers

Summary: In which it is the last day of the fair and Dan is alone and needs someone to go on rides with. What transpires does not go according to plan, but that’s alright as Dan doesn’t mind falling in love, even if it is just for one night.

Zapped! (ao3) - RebelAtHeart

Summary: Dan and Phil invite Louise, PJ and Chris over for a visit. While Dan is getting ready, his hair straightener gives him a painful shock, and another unexpected gift.

Belly Bumps/Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You

I Have Loved You Since Series:  Belly Bumps/Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You

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*Warning: brief mentioning of breastfeeding! If not comfortable, skip ahead :))*

The sheets on the bed had never felt softer. You could feel your arm shifting across the wrinkled sheets that haven’t been washed in over weeks and you could feel your fingertips grazing along the duvet that smelt of home.

And for the first time in months, you didn’t want to gag to the familiar scent.

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nevstcries  asked:

’ The door’s locked. I’ll gotta go around… wait here. ’ -Aurora

● ——— HOUSE OF 1,OOO CORPSES SENTENCE STARTERS.

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From - @nevstcries ( Aurora )

            Placing his hands into the pockets of his trousers, he knew tonight was going to be messy and it irked him on occasions where he would forget to not wear one of his precious favorite blazers, though luckily for him, he wore no shirt underneath the elegant fabric. Adam watched the retreating back of Aurora, who walked away in the darkness, his eyes trailed over her petite frame, lighting up a cigarette to pass the time while his beautiful lady companion went off to unlock the doors of the property they were in, the house behind him contained his meal. Adam is such bad influence and wondered why the fuck did Aurora agreed to his sickening antics during the night, where his prey slept peacefully under the covers. Not that they were any different,  though his ways of getting a bite involved entering ones private establishment which later the police would come and investigate. Aurora didn’t seem the type to be awfully messy like he was.

The click of the door made him turn around, Aurora’s face appeared through the darkness urging the other quickly to come in, flicking his cigarette bud on the grass, for anyone this would be a dumb move, leaving trails of evidence behind– his DNA always came up blank on their data base– stepping inside, catching Aurora’s chin between his fingers “Want to share the meal darling?” His sharp fangs gleamed under the darkness of the house.

anonymous asked:

hello! do you think you could ever write a drabble about da2 companions' reactions after hearing about hawke's death/remaining in the fade? perhaps about them gathering to honor their memory somehow? sorry if you have other things to write!

(I generally don’t take prompts because my writing backlog is enormous right now but… I really liked the idea of this. And I pretty much never get requests about DA2 characters. So here you go, anon.)


“To the fallen.” Fenris’ voice broke as he raised his glass, eyes focused on some distant point. Varric gave the man a sad smile as he watched the ex-slave take a deep drink of wine. Fenris had refused to remove the red sash tied around his wrist.

“Your hand is going to fall off if you tie that any tighter,” Isabela said, boots up on the table. Her body was relaxed but her eyes shone in the firelight, betraying the tears she fought.

“If it were to fall off so easily then I have no need of it.”

Isabela rolled her eyes before leaning into him. She spoke with a snarl. “Do you think Hawke would be happy to see you acting like this?”

“What would you know of Hawke’s desires?”

“Enough!” Aveline put her hands between the pair of them and shoved each to the side. She filled the vacant spot herself. Unlike the others, she had let her tears flow freely at the table. Silent tears. Stronger than the others’ stubborn tear-free cheeks. “We’re here to mourn, not fight.”

“They’re not always mutually exclusive,” Varric said. He rose from the table and refilled their glasses. He’d had longer to mourn than the rest; his eyes had long since dried. “How about you, Daisy?”

Merrill ran her fingers along the rip of her glass, her body hunched inwards. “It would’ve been nice to see Hawke again,” she whispered. “Talk about everything that’s changed.”

“It’s all right, kitten,” Isabela wrapped an arm around the other woman and pressed her cheek to Merrill’s forehead. “You can always talk to me if you want.”

Fenris opened his mouth with a growl but Aveline cut him off with a glare.

Varric reclaimed his seat with a heavy sigh. He wondered if it was a kindness that Sunshine hadn’t lived to see the last of her family die. He gulped down his own ale, wishing it did more to drown out the memories of sweet Bethany’s face.

“Enough of all this depression.” Varric cleared his throat. “We should be celebrating the life Hawke had! If Hawke were here, all of our asses would’ve been kicked twice already for all this glumness!”

Aveline crossed her arms, eyebrow raising. “And how do you suggest we do that, dwarf?”

He smirked, knowing the Guard-Captain liked him deep down. Deep, deep down. “Let’s share stories. The best. The worst. The most embarrassing. Everything!”

Merrill giggled. “There was the time when we were fighting the dragon outside that mine. At the end, I heard this great ripping noise. Thought the beast had gained some kind of second wind. Though, that would’ve been very impressive considering what we’d just done to it. Anyway! The noise had been Hawke’s trousers! They’d ripped clean open!”

Fenris’ lips lifted with a subtle smile. “I remember that. Hawke tried to use me as a shield through Hightown.”

“One of my favorites,” Isabela chimed in, “was when I had some of my usual moronic suitors spouting particularly bad poetry. Hawke comes in and challenges them to a duel of tongue-twisters. I still don’t know how but the idiot actually managed…”

Varric turned away from the conversation, eyes sweeping throughout the hall. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled with the distinct feeling that they were being watching. He almost missed the wisps of blond hair sticking out from under the hood. A man, tall and lean, sat at the nearby table, a staff leaning on the wall behind him.

Varric slipped from the growing laughter, muttering something about needing a stretch. He moved closer to the fire, hands held out to the flames. The man was arm’s length away.

“Tell me, stranger,” Varric said, “are you here to mourn the Champion too?”

Lips curled in a strained smile. “Just passing through actually.”

“Makes sense. The Inquisition is a place for all sorts.”

“Indeed it is.” The man paused, then added, “The Inquisitor you work for is worthy of the praise she’s received. I never thought anyone with such a position would give the mages an opportunity to work as equals but I am happy to be proven wrong.”

“She does all right,” Varric agreed. “Horrible at Wicked Grace though.”

The mage stood, collecting his staff. “I am so sorry for your loss. Hawke was very dear to me. I wish… it doesn’t matter what I wish.” He turned to leave, his words little more than a whisper. “Be well, Varric.”

Varric watched the man as he walked away, shaking his head the entire time. “Try and keep yourself out of trouble this time, Blondie.”

Time After Time - p1

Rewrite of episode 07x12 - Time After Time. 

Words: 1132

Warnings: None. 

Character pairings: Dean x Reader

A/N: So this is the first episode rewrite that I tried to do on my own. THERE WILL BE A PART 2  (I did this episode bc.. well… dean was really pretty… shush)

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You still couldn’t believe where you were.

One minute, you were chasing a weird looking guy in a fedora down the street, the next minute, you and Dean ended up in 1944. Dean at first saw it more of an “inconvenience” than anything else, but you were in awe. The 1940’s had to be one of your favorite eras, and you were beaming as you walked into the old – new tailor’s shop with Dean by your side.

Eliot Ness guided you into the store, his hand on your shoulder as he snuck you and Dean into the store. You had met Eliot when you and Dean were arrested – not that you were proud of that or anything – Dean was thrilled to meet him, but that surely changed when Eliot began speaking to you.

“What’s the rumpus, Eliot?” A woman asked. She sat at a table, pinning together a pair of trousers.

“Ezra Moore. Dean Winchester. (Y/F/N)”

“Hey.” Dean greeted as you waved from behind, muttering a small hello.

“Who’re they, some farming clowns?” Ezra looked up from the trousers, eyes scanning over Dean and then you. You pulled at the end of your cardigan sleeves, hoping that your jeans and low ankle boots wouldn’t cause too much of a worry.

“They’re – uh – from the future…”

“Yeah. Gas costs four bucks. You can get cheese out of a spray can. And… The President, he’s a black guy. I could go on…”  

One minute, Dean was too busy grumbling about being stuck. An hour and a half later he’s smiling away as he blabs the future to complete strangers…

You couldn’t help but join in.

“That’s not all! I mean, in a few decades, you guys’ll have telephones in your pocket! In 1969, a guy’s gonna be on the moon! And –” You stopped when Dean tugged your arm, quietly telling you to shut up.

Ezra rolled her eyes at the pair of you, though she seemed oddly impressed by what you said, “Paint me impressed. I assume you both need some clothes. Come on…”

***

Your fingers traced along the cotton and rayon material patterns, your smile growing whenever you came across an outfit that caught your eye. Ezra was helping Dean find something to wear, while you were told to explore the rest of the store. Everything was so perfect that your brain had a hard time processing it all. Each material pattern was different, ranging from polka dots to stripes, floral prints to plain, even the shoes were different.

“(Y/N),” You jumped at the sudden appearance of Elliot behind you, you turned to face the middle-aged man, eyebrows raised and arms crossed, “Your boyfriend is ready if you want to come see.”

“Oh no, Deans not my boyfrie-” you frowned for a moment, before shrugging, “okay.”

When you turned the corner into the open dressing area, you couldn’t help but squeal a little.

“Okay… whoa…”

Dean wore a dark suit with a silk blue tie; his hair was parted neatly to the side – which was overly unusual for him.

You bit your lip as you cocked your head to the side, looking over his outfit again. “You pull that suit off better than I thought.”

Dean winked, and you raised your eyebrows, hoping that no one noticed the blood that rushed to your cheeks.  

“Awesome…” Dean mumbled, looking at himself in the mirror as Ezra flattened his suit jacket and straightened his tie. She waddled around Dean, brushing his hair down with her fingers and brushing away the lint and fluff that stuck to his suit.

“Awesome?” She raised an eyebrow, “You some religious kooks?”

“No.” You chuckled, waving away her thought, “He just loves to say that…”

Ezra turned to you, fiddling with the ends of your hair and shirt collar. You could almost see the cogs in her mind turning, her brain ticking with ideas, and you almost felt guilty when she stopped.

“Alright darlin,’ I’ve got the perfect thing for you.”

***

You almost didn’t recognize yourself in the mirror. Especially when Ezra fitted you into the pure white dress. It was strange, wearing a dress when you were preparing to go on a hunt. The waist was tight but not uncomfortable, and the hidden shoulder pads made your shoulders look strangely larger, but the dress made you look beautiful nevertheless, and you found yourself filling up with a truckload of confidence.

Ezra pinned your hair back out of your face and popped a small white hat on top of your head. She also wrapped you up in a red-brown coat, tying the belt around your waist.

“Alright. You see your coat here? Well…” She pulled your coat open, showing you a small pocket on the lining of your coat, “You can hide all your gadgets in there. Like that moveable telephone, and your gun… There’s also a nice clean place to tuck away your gun behind your back. Don’t worry. It won’t ruin the linin’ of your dress.”

“Thank you, Ezra,” You hugged Ezra tight, smiling as she kissed your cheek in a friendly way.

“Now you get out there, and make that boy’s jaw hit the floor harder than a bag tonne of bricks.”

“I’ll try…” You scoffed, stepping into a pair of small white heels.

“Nah sweet pea. You will.”

***

Dean didn’t expect you to look as beautiful as you did. Sure, he always noticed how you looked, he always noticed your smile, or how your eyes were an exact picture of how you were feeling. Normally, the great Dean Winchester was able to woo almost anyone. Sure with you there was the friendly bantering and all the flirting, but when it came to telling you the truth, well… he was speechless, to say the least.

“You… Uh, look –”

“Thank you.”

“So spill already” Ezra spoke, and you were forced to tear your eyes away from Dean’s, “What bucket of syrup did you two idjits step into?”

You pursed your lips as Dean chuckled. Ezra and Eliot both raised an eyebrow.

“Something funny sweethearts?”

“No,” You and Dean spoke in unison, which only made you laugh a little more.

“No, you uh…”

“Remind us of someone…” Dean confirmed, nodding his head once as you played with the waist belt of your coat.

Eliot stepped forward, clearing his throat to get everyone’s attention, “Okay, Ezra… We need your help. It seems we’re hunting a time traveler…”

Ezra sighed, and you refrained from sighing along with her, “Delightful.” She muttered.

“So…” Dean whispered as your lips pulled into a smile, “You reckon I could kiss the most beautiful woman in the room when all this crap is over?”

“Hmm,” You stood on your tiptoes, kissing Dean on the cheek with a wink, “If you’re lucky.”