that was supposed to be whistling

anonymous asked:

Ever thought about writing a fic about Arthur and his rise to elder? There would be so much angst with Sarah's death and the whole situation with the outcasts.

yes. but I don’t know enough about that time period (I’ve only played Fallout 4 LOL FAKE GAMER*) and I feel like my usual hand-waving ‘if I state this with enough confidence people will think I actually researched it’ style would be… less appreciated.

also… I can’t say I’m a huge fan of the ‘privileged nerdy boy becomes mega-hero genius heartthrob despite borderline abusive upbringing and tragic death of an influential woman’ trope, at least not as a standalone story.

(note: privilege doesn’t guarantee a fun or desirable experience. that doesn’t mean it’s not a factor at all. just want to make that distinction.)

whereas the man with all this baggage who starts to stray down a dark path from which he may or may not ever be redeemed… that is my bread and butter. that’s why he’s my favourite character**, after all. he is on a knife-edge and the direction he takes is utterly dependent on who he is exposed to in the Commonwealth. I love that, it’s so rich in fic-potential I could slice it and toast it and butter it for breakfast.

having said that, if I were going to write a fic about younger Maxson, there are two core questions that I’d be most likely to consider:

is he being used by the other Elders? he’s very young to be sent on a mission like this, despite his status as genius heartthrob, and I wonder if there’s an element of him being set up to fail. if that’s the case, the moment of realisation for him would be awesome, not to mention him then turning it around on whoever it is wants him out of the way.

was Sarah Lyons killed, and who did it? I know there are headcanons that he did or ordered it (I don’t agree) but if it’s intentional at all, I see it more as the machinations of someone who’s either close to him and actually wants the best for him, albeit in a bit of a twisted way, or just has a vested interest in getting him in charge. that realisation would be great angst-fodder.

thanks for the ask! 


* I don’t actually believe this is the case, before anyone takes me too seriously and gets offended. ;)

** yes, Danse is also my favourite. so is Deacon. are you trying to make me pick one? while they’re right here and can hear us? you monster.

Truth or Dare (M)

Jimin/Reader

Summary: No harm ever came from playing a game, right? Especially when you get the best dare ever.

Words: 10k+

Disclaimer: This is rated M for a reason. It contains smut, sex, smex and other S things (like sucking) as well as crude language (Jimin can’t help himself, really) and drinking. Read at your own risk.

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Places where reality is a bit altered:

• any target
• churches in texas
• abandoned 7/11’s
• your bedroom at 5 am
• hospitals at midnight
• warehouses that smell like dust
• lighthouses with lights that don’t work anymore
• empty parking lots
• ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods
• rooftops in the early morning
• inside a dark cabinet

• playgrounds at night
• rest stops on highways
• deep in the mountains

• early in the morning wherever it’s just snowed
• trails by the highway just out of earshot of traffic
• schools during breaks
• those little beaches right next to ferry docks
• bowling alleys

• unfamiliar McDonalds’s on long road trips
• your friends living room once everybody but you is asleep
• laundromats at midnight

• galeries in art museums that are empty except for you
• the lighting section of home depot
• stairwells
• hospital waiting rooms
• airports from midnight to 7am
• bathrooms in small concert venues

• cemeteries
• abandoned penitentiaries
• hilltops at night in full moonlight
• most of Japan
• empty barns
• marshes
• really anywhere quiet at midnight, the air vibrates
• old stones and henge
• the ocean when it’s still quiet with fog over it
• train tracks that go through the middle of the woods
• bridges
• ancient places
• stands of old growth forest
• the Eastern Sierras/high desert

• rabbit paths off hiking tails
• trails between the main ski hills
• winter twilight
• back allies between houses
• logging roads
• dirt roads on fall evenings with leaves falling off the trees
• libraries before closing
• anyplace where it’s snowing before sunrise
• the woods during a rainstorm

• roads covered with snow with trees on the sideways while snowflakes are falling out of the sky
• train stations after 10 PM
• outside, right before a massive storm
• the woods just after twilight
• the beach in winter
• the bottom of swimming pools
• empty beaches when its snowing

• back part of a library
• late night empty streets
• highways late at night
• windy roads
• windy roads at night when you can only see the immediate road
• abandoned parking lots (office buildings, homes)
• anywhere immediately after a really bad fight
• little towns late at night when no ones awake and the only lights on are the street posts

• empty buses before sunrise/after sunset
• being the only one outside in the early morning when its almost dark and you feel alone on earth
• mountains with a big forest close to it
• being alone in a spot in ikea
• the lakeside anytime between 2 and 6 am
• firework shows when you’re sitting on the grass
• staring up at very tall buildings
• the tram at a big airport
• abandoned house by a lake

• being the only one downstairs on christmas  
• stepping outside in the early morning when it has just snowed
• when its dark and you see snowflakes falling down in the light of a lamppost on the lonely road
• that one clear spot in the forest with trees surrounding it
• a parked car in a snow/thunderstorm
• corn fields with the wind blowing over them
• malls when they’re about to close for the night
• woods at twilight/dawn
• being on a train after midnight
• theme parks at night

• winding back roads with rolling fog
• seeing “open” signs when its really foggy and cloudy
• being in a train that was crowded when you got in and now its quiet, looking at the seats knowing that there were people sitting there moments ago and now they’re gone
• hiking trails that have nobody on them
• being alone in an elevator for a few minutes
• looking down at the forest when you’re standing somewhere high and seeing the top of the trees with fog lingering over them
• the ferry about to take off in the middle of the night
• tree houses
• empty seats on the late night train
• 4-6 am on a winter morning

• the clouds/damp coming out of your mouth when its really cold in the morning
• stepping out on an unfamiliar metro/train stop
• greenhouses that have been left to grow alone
• cemeteries in the middle of fields
• biking/walking on the main road when its dark without cars
• swamps with fog
• hotel corridors in the middle of the night
• anywhere where you can hear a train whistle in the distance but you can’t see it or know just how far away it is
• foggy mornings in a meadow
• that flickering streetlight
• working offices at midnight

• abandoned amusement parks
• mirrors in an airplane bathroom
• being alone in a church
• empty hotel lobbies
• hearing trains off in the distance especially at night
• snow falling down in general
• being in a place thats supposed to have a lot of people but it doesn’t
• long, dark hallways
• the middle of a park when its snowing
• playgrounds at night
• work/school when you’re snowed in
• caves
• a field of power lines
• being in a forest where there are train tracks not knowing if the train may even ever approach
• bonfires

• being in a different room than everyone else at a party
• the woods on a night with a full moon
• empty stables
• empty metro stations that are usually crowded
• gas stations on long mountain roads
• the old part of a city when you’re the only one in the street
• stadiums when a game or concert is over
• entering a building with a really high ceiling
• moonlight, anywhere

• empty tennis or baseball courts with limited lightning
• times when you are transitioning from one phase to another
• lodges in the snow
• frozen water in the winter
• a little lake in the middle of the forest
• campus during summer
• family gatherings
• construction site after works have gone home
• leaving a tent at midnight
• lonely swings
• overgrown fields
• from twilight to dusk
• farmland thats covered in the morning fog
• suburban neighborhoods filled with tension and wind before a large summer thunderstorm
• being at an abandoned place knowing that years ago at that exact same moment there were people
• the feeling of being chased by someone/something
• knowing you’re not alone in a certain place like a forest

this feeling is scary as FUCK it dawns upon you that something is so quiet or abandoned or empty and vacant that its like the universe forgot to make something happen in the one spotlike you found a glitch in real life like everything seems fake and unreal and real and not fake all at one and youre so confused

Jeff gets jealous after the two of you play spin the bottle

Originally posted by bluerangerpower

Request: “could u do a jeff atkins imagine where u guys are at a party w everyone else and he’s really cute w u and everyones playing spin the bottle and it lands on someone else, u can take it from there!“ 


You and Hannah were at Jessica’s party. Hannah decided she wanted to come because Clay invited her. Although it took some encouraging on your part for her to finally give in. You’ve been trying to set Hannah up with Clay since what seems like forever but she’s stubborn most of the times, claiming he "doesn’t like her that way”. 

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call it poetry –

the 150 patchwork characters above your instagram photos and below your profile picture; the 650 words you bled into your common app essay, baptized by midnight tears and shaky fingers on backlit keyboards; the 2 am text you sent your friend when she was sad, which read more like a love song than any top 50 hit; the scribbled words you placed among doodles and integrals on the back of your math test, the ones you almost hesitated to erase before you turned it in. 

call it art –  

that photo of your best friend laughing, even though it’s blurry and his left hand is out of frame; those pancakes, the ones the man at the other booth smirked at you for admiring before eating, laughing harshly before returning to his bitter coffee and significantly underappreciated waffles; the sunsets and sunrises that fill your photo stream, reminders that yesterday was beautiful and tomorrow might be too; the photo of yourself that you can’t decide if you quite like, but can’t delete either, your finger nervously hovering above it. post it. 

call it music –

the laughter of your friends from the other room that makes you smile, even though you missed the joke; the sound of your turn signal clicking, melting into the patter of raindrops on the windshield’s glass; the whistle of the summer wind outside of your old bedroom, the one that promised fairytales and twisters in sleepless childhood nights; the rhythm of your shoes in the empty hallway, reverberating with the sound of your arrival.

it is poetry.

it is art.

it is music. 

it is you.

Cheap Thrills (reader x Bucky Oneshot)

Characters: reader, Natasha, Sam, Clint, Tony, Bucky, OC Mark. 

Summary: A bet within the Avengers becomes a battle of the sexes, with you at the center of it. Who will be victorious and could it somehow help you snag the man of your dreams? 

Song Inspiration: Cheap Thrills by Sia

Warnings: drinking, sexist behavior? Mild violence mentioned, very subtle mention of sexy times. 

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: This was supposed to be a short one, but eh. I’ve been living in the land of heavy angst with You are My Heaven and intense stress in my real life so when this fun, fluffy idea popped up, I ran with it. I’m working on a lot of other stuff so be patient, please! As always, I appreciate your feedback. Love each and every one of you!! 

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Originally posted by luvinchris

“Uh uh. No way.”

“It’s true, trust me.”

“You wanna bet?” Clint challenged the redhead across the table from him.

Natasha leaned forward and held his gaze, not an ounce of doubt in her demeanor. “Absolutely.”

It was too early in the morning for this childish banter, you thought from your seated position at the far end of the long kitchen table. You slumped forward, dipping the tea bag in and out of the steaming mug of liquid before you, then setting it on the small saucer beside it. Wrapping your hands around the cup’s warmth, your eyes unfocused as you continued to tune out the blathering of your teammates. The only other person in the room paying them no mind was Bucky, who was slouched in a cozy chair, thoroughly engrossed in a book.

“Now wait a minute,” a third voice joined the argument, “If we’re gonna do this, we gotta level the playing field a little. Nat could do this in her sleep. We need someone a little more…down to earth. How about Y/N?” Sam gestured toward you.

Blinking a few times, you finally broke out of your stupor. “Hey! I was only half listening to your stupidity, but I think I’m offended.”

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BTS Reaction to Being Forced to Kiss Their Crush

Request: BTS reacts to you (their crush) being forced to kiss them kinda like umm, spin the bottle or a dare type of thing ?? Thank you ! & pls repost necessary! it was my favvv

Note: Thanks *cries* & it’s out lol BTW, requests are OPEN! Send them away but first, check out the faq’s before you do. ((: *credit to gif owners*


Jin ➳ Once the bottle came to a stop, pointing directly towards you — he lost all confidence in himself and his luck. Everyone began to whistle and laugh, pointing to the two of you and he cursed under his breath when the boys pushed you towards him, quickly catching you in his arms. It shouldn’t be that bad, right? Boy was he wrong, the moment he was close to your lips, he quickly pecked your jawline with a furious blush tinting his cheeks. He had somehow missed, and there was no way anyone would ever let him live this down.

Originally posted by helendrv


Suga ➳ He was smirking the moment you looked up to find a mistletoe hanging right above the two of you. He was freaking out on the inside, and you were internally screaming at the fact that you had to kiss the one you lowkey loved that you didn’t even notice when he had suddenly crashed his lips onto yours. It was abrupt, and you didn’t even have time to relax into the kiss before he had pulled away. “That’s all?” You muttered under you breath, and a huge grin soon engulfed his visage.

“It doesn’t have to end here, you know.”

Originally posted by goldseok


J-Hope ➳ It was a brief peck, but Hoseok felt so much. Your lips were so soft, like swimming through a pool of clouds or having you pulled into his arms as you laid on the sand in a tropical paradise, like he was in heaven. When he pulled away and everyone went on to the next dare, he situated himself right beside you and the way you looked so nervous just boosted his ego. He kept teasing, tickling you here and pinching there. He loved it when you would become flustered, and couldn’t help breathing, “you can always have more,” into your ear.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


RapMonster ➳ It was supposed to be just a peck, but he didn’t know what came over him. The moment he felt your soft lips against his, it was like an animal overtook his body and he lost all his sanity. He deepened the kiss, his hand reaching towards the back of your neck as his arm snaked around your waist; the people in the party cheering and whistling at the sudden action. The moment he pulled away, he became mortified as he sat back in his spot and looked in a daze. “Namjoon, are you okay?” You asked and he would muster a smile before sputtering a ‘I’m fine.’

He was not fine.

Originally posted by rapdaegu


Jimin ➳ He was the visual of the night, looking beyond handsome and smug. But the moment Seokjin dared the boy to kiss you, he turned into a smol ball of mush. His eyes widened, shaking his head erratically but eventually the poor boy was soon leaning in closer to you, a small smile reaching his lips before he puckered them and kissed you. It was a soft kiss, lasting a few seconds but once it ended, he sat down with his hands in his lap; his cheeks puffed out and rosy as he contemplated his life decisions. He thanked the gods above for letting this moment happen, but low-key wished it could have turned out different and more memorable for you.

Originally posted by bangtanstole-myheart


V ➳ He was tired of everyone telling him he wasn’t a man and needed to grow a pair, so when the bottle landed before you he knew he had to prove everyone wrong. Whether it ruined your friendship with him or grew, he knew he had to put everything into the kiss. When he suddenly grasped the back of your neck before pulling you close, he stopped for a brief second, staring into your eyes before his lips meshed onto yours. The kiss lasted longer than necessary, growing passionate by the second and it wasn’t long before you two were pulled from each other by the boys. Taehyung was stupefied, but knew his actions were definitely worth it.

Originally posted by kookieinfirestae


Jungkook ➳ You two were just innocently walking around the city as friends when a few people stopped by telling you how cute you both looked together and chanting 'kiss kiss’ like a mantra. He felt like his heart was going to explode, but when you didn’t deny that you two weren’t together, he went in and caught your lips in a searing kiss. It was short, but he knew he felt you smile through it which sent butterflies surging through his tummy. He grew confident, and as everyone left pleased he had asked you to be his at the spur of the moment, which you accepted with a smile.

Originally posted by tanktoptiger


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Your aspect has two cows

Well, this isn’t the “title test” I was talking about before, but it’s about time I posted something, probably.

Space: There are two cows. You frolick with them in the wilderness. The three of you find the most fascinating plants and butterflies. Soon there will be a baby cow!

Time: You have two cows. In 150 years, nobody will remember who you were or how many cows you had. Not even your great-grandchildren. That’s just the way things are.

Rage: You are hiding under your kitchen table from a thing with horns and cloven hooves. It can only be a demon. Pure horror pulses through your veins when you realize there’s more than one.

Hope: You have two cows. If you took their barn apart, you’d have enough wood to build a ship. If your ship was on the coast, you could take it sailing. If you went sailing, there might be pirates. You’d better practice swordfighting.

Mind: You have two cows. The fluffy cow doesn’t know you know she knows the spotted cow suspects the fluffy cow heard the spotted cow confiding in you what she thought she overheard the fluffy cow pretended to mutter in her sleep. Just as planned.

Heart: You have two cows. You can tell them apart at a distance by how they moo. You’re not supposed to give them names. You do it anyway.

Blood: You have two enormous bulls. They fight to the death. You butcher the loser and set your house on fire to cook some hamburgers. You are screaming the entire time.

Breath: You have two cows. The chickens recruit one of them to be an umpire for their baseball game. The other goes into stand-up comedy telling really cheesy puns. You learn how to whistle.

Light: You’ve been asked to run a three million acre dairy farm in France. You’re a world-class cheese taster and helicopter pilot with a PhD in chemical engineering. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for.

Void: You have two huge, awkward beasts of burden with multiple stomachs and overproductive mammary glands. They poop absolutely everywhere.

Life: You have two cows. You herd them into the barn for the night, eat some macaroni and cheese, and watch TV before bed – the same thing you do every day.

Doom: You try desperately to explain to your cows that none of this is real and you need to leave the farm before this story ends and the three of you cease to exist. They don’t understand a word. It’s too late now anyway.

Wanna Bet? II (M)

Rich Fuckboy!Jimin x Tutor!Reader

PART I | PART III

Warnings: SMUT…

Word Count: 2,240

Summary: After you teased Jimin, he’s looking for revenge…

A/N: This is my fic, just re-posting on my sideblog!


As soon as you stepped foot into your apartment you went to the bathroom and took a long, cold shower. While trying to calm down you were thinking why did that affect me so much? you hate that asshole. You thought about how Jimin looked at you when you walked out in the maid outfit, how you could hear his groans from across the room when you bent over, which made you wet all over again. You exited the shower and went straight to your room, not bothering to put your pyjamas on. You got on your bed and opened your bedside drawer, looking for your favourite toy. You grabbed your phone next, setting it on silent so you couldn’t be interrupted, and put it beside you.

You lay back on your bed and started to think about Jimin. The way he pushes his hair back with his hand, the way he licks his lips when he stares at you, the way his abs trail down to that v-line… You were soon a moaning mess. Your earlier thoughts about hating the asshole long gone, and you accepted your want for him.

You didn’t see your phone light up, not when your eyes were closed, head thrown back in pleasure as you neared your high. You also didn’t see your phone shift on the bed from your movements, landing near your ass. Too caught up in your release, you didn’t notice when you accidentally answered the call, allowing the person on the other end to hear you build up to your peak.

“Y/n? Hello? Can you hear me?”, the voice said, but you were too into your pleasure to notice, “Y/n, you forgot your-”

“Jimin!” you moaned out, your release at your fingertips as you played with yourself, moans increasing in volume the closer you were. The person on the other line was now silent, listening intently to you working yourself to orgasm. As you reached your climax, you repeated Jimin’s name like a prayer, thinking about his hands bringing you to your high instead of your own.

As you came down from your high, the person on the line hung up. You sat up, grabbing your phone to come up with some excuse as to why you can’t tutor Jimin tomorrow. You saw you had a received call from him. Curious, you went to call him back and you saw that the call lasted for five minutes. Looking at the time of the call, it was only a short while ago, which could only mean…

“Shit.”

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Hands To Myself

Roughly inspired by Hand to Myself by Selena Gomez. 
Just a side note that I really can’t write smut, I feel incredibly weird so I do apologize for the cliff hanger ;)

Can’t keep my hands to myself
No matter how hard I’m trying to
I want you all to myself
You’re metaphorical gin and juice

I mean I could but why would I want to?


It was convenient that Tom and [Y/N] lived right across the street from one another. It meant that they could just walk over and not have to worry about the awful London traffic. Or even that if they drank a little too much, their home was just a few feet over. It was great. What wasn’t convenient was that Tom and his best mate, Harrison, always, like clockwork played basketball every morning. And [Y/N] had the front row seats with her window facing the cul-de-sac they played on. 

[Y/N] had never been a sexual person. She just kept her hands in her lap and behaved like a good girl but ever since she had starting dating Tom, it was getting a lot harder to maintain the proper ladylike persona her parents had raised her to have. It seemed that even the simplest movements Tom would make would send her senses into overdrive and force her to have the mind of horny thirteen year old boy. And [Y/N] could bet money that Tom had no idea what he was doing to her, he was always such a gentlemen when it came to her personal space. Of course they would cuddle and have make-out sessions but he was always aware of where his hands would be. And [Y/N] loved that for the most part, she was adoring that Tom wasn’t acting out on his hormones and was being respectful of her body because her body wasn’t a piece of property that he could invite himself into whenever he pleased. But, there were days where she wished he would just use all his pent up sexual urges and show her what she did to him. 

And it didn’t help that this morning, Tom was shirtless. The sun was kissing his body and causing every curve and dip of his muscles glisten from the sweat that was covering his upper body. It was a taunt and it was driving her insane. She stood by the window, watching Harrison and Tom play for a few more minutes before she decided that she needed to do something to get the idea of what laid beyond the shorts that were covering the rest of him out of her head. 

Splashing cold water on her face, she looked in the mirror and noticed a small purple mark poking out from her shirt. Wincing, she pulled the collar down to inspect it a little more. She would admit the night before was one of their more friskier nights, Tom had never left a hickey before. It left her flustered and she could bet that seeing Tom this morning made the feelings come back twice as hard. Blowing air out of her mouth, she dug around in her drawer to find some concealer. Even though she was twenty, her parents would freak the hell out that she was engaging in any kind of physical contact with her boyfriend. If she didn’t still live at home, she would have shrugged and went on about her day. 

Dabbing some on until she felt that it was hidden enough, she closed her eyes when she heard the victory yells from Tom. Gripping the counter, she looked at herself. She could feel herself getting hot at the thought of what more could have happened the night before if her parents hadn’t came home so early. Swallowing hard, she told herself to get a grip. 

Walking towards her closet, she threw on some running shorts and a matching sports bra. Reaching around her jacket, she zipped it up halfway. [Y/N] needed to run off her hormones, put something else in her head. Walking into the kitchen to grab a protein bar, she noticed a note from her parents. 

Went shopping at the mall and then going to see a film. After that we’ll be going grocery shopping. Be home right before 6. Send a text if Tom and Harrison will be joining for dinner so I’ll be prepared. xx mom

Plucking the note from the fridge, she laid it on the counter and sent her mother a text saying that most likely Tom and Harrison will be coming over. Four out of the seven days, they normally did. Grabbing a sip of her water, she headed out the door. 

“[Y/N]! Come play with us, Haz needs all the help he can get.” Tom chuckled. 

Walking over towards the two boys who were dripping with sweat, she placed a peck on Tom’s cheek and patted Harrison’s shoulder. “Love to, but I’m going to go run a few miles.” 

“Ew,” Harrison groaned. 

“Ew, yourself.” [Y/N] responded, sticking out her tongue. She turned towards Tom in time to find him rake his eyes over her attire. Biting her lip, she tried to ignore his lingering gaze over her exposed torso. 

“I agree with Harrison, why are you running?” Tom asked, “You could get in your daily exercise right here with me.” He motioned towards the basketball hoop.

[Y/N] really wanted to respond with something inappropriate but decided against it. It was only going to make her situation worse. “I’ll pass, but maybe next time. I’ll see you in an hour.” 

“An hour?! How many fucking miles you plan on running, [Y/N]” Harrison sputtered. 

Shrugging, she started to jog backwards, “However many I can run in an hour, Haz.” Shaking her head, she smiled and blew kisses towards them and turned to face forward and headed off. 


[Y/N] had needed a lot more than an hour to get her mind off of her sexual thoughts about Tom. She had ran for thirty minutes before she slowed to a walk to give her burning legs a rest and in that time, she had made up five million fantasies. All of them ranging from innocent fluffy to extremely fifty shades. After walking for another thirty, she decided to run back to the house. Figuring that Harrison had probably either gone home or knowing that Tom would be spending time with her and went inside to hang out with Sam and Harry. 

Slowing down her pace when she spotted Tom sitting on her porch in the comfy bench her mother had insisted on spending four hundred dollars on. She smiled as she hopped up the steps, “Hey you.” 

Looking up from his phone, Tom smiled back. “Hey yourself. I thought you said you were going to run for an hour? How many miles did you clear?”

Shrugging, [Y/N] unzipped her jacket all the way, fanning herself with her hand. She hated to feel so hot that the only thing she wanted was to peel off her own skin. “I don’t know maybe five or six? I wasn’t tracking it but I reached the fountain and came back.” 

Tom whistled, “Look at you speedy.” He chuckled and got up from the bench to hug her. 

“No, I’m gross.” She whined. 

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he shook his head. “No, never. Impossible.” 

Trying to ignore the skin to skin contact, she pushed him away and rolled her eyes. Reaching into her hidden pocket for the spare key to her house, she unlocked the front door and walked in. “Did Haz go home or is he with the twins?” 

“The twins,” he responded, following her in. 

“So, he’ll be over for dinner too? I was supposed to tell my mom for sure.” 

Tom shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll ask him,” texting Harrison, he slid his phone back into his shorts pockets. 

Chugging some water to cool down, she tossed him a gatorade. “You going to eat dinner with my parents with just that on?” [Y/N] teased. 

Leaning against the counter, he crossed his arms, the well-defined muscles flexing and tightening made [Y/N] lick her lips. “Are you going to wear that to dinner with your parents?” He squinted his eyes, pushing off the counter, he walked towards her in just four steps. His thumb rubbed against the spot on her neck where she had covered with concealer. “Bloody Hell, your father is going to kill me.” He muttered. 

“What?” 

Tapping your neck, he chuckled. “I’ve given you a hickey. I guess the sweat from your run rubbed the makeup off.” 

Chewing on her lip, she shrugged. “I’ll cover it back up when I get dressed. No big deal, they will never know.” 

“Good because that is not a conversation I want to have with your father.” He shuddered at the thought of being confronted by one of the seriously intimidating men he had ever come to meet. Tom reminisced to the time where he had first met her father, he was ready to piss himself. 

[Y/N] shook her head and laughed, knowing exactly what he was thinking about. She could have keeled over and died from laughing so hard at her father and Tom’s first encounter. She had to reassure Tom that her father really did like him after the first few times and he had even told her that he preferred Tom over her past boyfriends. 

“Hey Tom?”

“Yes, love?”

She fidgeted with the bottom of her jacket, running the zipper up and down causing Tom to look at her with a confused look. “How long have we been dating now?”

Tom tilted his head to the side and did the math in his head. “A little over two years, why?”

“Do you not find me sexually attractive?” 

Tom choked on his spit, completely blind sided by her question. “I’m sorry, what?!”

Avoiding his baffled stare, she sighed. “Am I not sexually appealing? Like, is there a reason why we haven’t had sex?” 

Tom seriously couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. He moved in her line of sight, speaking softly, “Hey, look at me.” Waiting until she met him, he smiled softly. “Are you seriously asking me that? If I didn’t find you to be sexy, I wouldn’t have left that hickey on your neck. Of course I find you to be sexy. I find you to be sexy all the time, [Y/N].” 

“Really?” 

“Really.” Tom confirmed, shaking his head at how crazy her question was. He chuckled a little before pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Have I thought about sex with you? Yes. But I, it’s not, I don’t. Sex isn’t just something we do because it feels good, [Y/N]. I want it to be special, meaningful. We’d be sharing ourselves in a more personal way and I might be ready to do that but you might not be.” Cupping her face, he smiled again. “I would never want to pressure you into something because I don’t have to have sex with you to know that I want to be with you. Is it difficult, yes, especially when you wear things like what you have on now.” His eyes trailed down her and then back, “But, I love you for you not for sex or anything else. It would just be an added bonus.” 

[Y/N] couldn’t help but blush at his words. Again, he was always so respectful. “I love you, Holland.” 

“And I love you, [L/N]” He pulled her into a hug, the kind that she melted into. [Y/N] would swear up and down that Tom had different kind of hugs. And the way he was hugging her now was her all time favorite. It made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, almost like she was completely safe and nothing could harm her all while feeling the love radiate from his body. 

Pulling away a little, she took a deep breath. “What if I’m ready now?” 

Tom’s eye sparkled a little as he studied her expression, “Then I’d plan it to be special.” 

“No, like now.” 

Now?” Tom asked in surprise. 

“Yes, like right here, right now.” Wincing and giggling lightly, she shrugged, “Or well in my room, not here in the kitchen, that’d be weird. We eat and cook in here.”

Tom pulled apart from her completely, looking her dead straight in the eyes. “You want to have sex right now? Really? Are you sure, [Y/N].” She could tell he was getting flustered, “What if your parents come home? Or Haz decides to just come over? Don’t you think it’d be more special if I had planned it out to be romantic?”

“I love you, Tom, I really do but when has anything you’ve ever planned romantically gone according to plan?” She raised a brow, waiting for him to answer.

“You have a point….”

She grabbed for his hands, “I think it would be special right now. Don’t think I haven’t notice the looks you’ve been giving me when you think I’m not looking. Isn’t passion what makes it special?” 

“Bloody Hell,” Tom mumbled as he ran a hand over his face. “You’re going to kill me, absolutely kill me.” 

anonymous asked:

Can you do a drabble for Jily with number 23 or 29 I can't pick? Thank you!

“at it like bunnies”

#23: “The skirt is supposed to be short.”

modern muggle au <3

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.” Lily says, indignant.

Marlene just sniggers. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Your eyebrows did.” Lily inspects herself in the mirror one more time and then turns to face her friend and housemate.

“You look great, can we go now?” Marlene asks, finishing off the bottle of wine in her hand in one take.

“Is she ready?” Mary pops her head around the door, looking hopeful. Lily frowns at both of them. “Aw, don’t be like that Lils, you’ve been an hour.”

“We’re prinking!”

“No, you’re primping.” Marlene just manages to dodge the cushion Lily throws at her.

“Fine then, let’s go.” Lily grabs her bag and pulls Marlene up from the bed.

“She’s ready!” Mary yells as they head downstairs, and the responding cheer from the kitchen makes Lily frown again.

Marlene slings a comforting arm around her shoulder. “We love you really.”

If this was a normal night, Lily would have been ready a long time ago. As it stands though, it’s a fancy dress night and she has a plan. So she accepts the teasing from her friends as they do one last shot and then leave, heading towards the pub, because she knows it will all be worth it.

Except it’s not, not immediately anyway. The first pub, their usual, is packed full of other uni students in fancy dress, all in varying degrees of effort. A pack of boys have stretched their student budget to buy banana outfits whilst, next to them, two girls are wearing black dresses with wooden placards around their next, informing Lily they’ve been arrested for public disturbance. Tegan scowls when she sees them, because she too has opted for the jailbird look but, unlike them, has gone full out.

Mary, barely a ladybug with a red dress and some wings, orders the first round. It helps Lily ignore the fact that the reason she’s wearing her ridiculous get up isn’t in the pub. It does not help her ignore the two leering freshers, Thing 1 and Thing 2, who are clearly making bets about which one of them can get her number. Leering was to be expected though and, like the teasing, Lily takes it because it will be worth it, no one’s got the guts up yet to actually approach her and because in an outfit like hers, she can’t say she wouldn’t stare either.

It had been Marlene’s idea, and Lily had agreed both because she was desperate and because she’d known she’d look good. And she does. The skirt, as short as humanely possible without showing her arse, and the heels, too high for her own good, make her legs look endless. It’s a look that could kill.

It’s also a look, apparently, which boosts her alcohol tolerance and self assurance. So, by the time they reach a club, despite the several rounds of shots and jaeger bombs, she manages to get passed the bouncers without stumbling once. They dance for what feels like hours, Lily spinning with Mary and Tegan and almost breaking her ankle when she drops to the floor during Low with Gemma. Marlene vanishes and returns with a boy, yelling to the girls that he’s got a party at his house.

They go and Lily has almost forgotten why she is wearing what she’s wearing. Then she steps into the boy’s living room and she remembers.

He’s dancing on the other side of the room, with Sirius, of course, and he looks beautiful. Maybe it’s the disco lighting. Maybe it’s the leather jacket he’s wearing. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s in love with him. Whatever it is, he’s never looked fitter and Lily almost runs out of the room before he can get a chance to see her.

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Running Wild

Prompt: Something on how everyone loves Batmom’s hair. And the boys know that when going out they have to look perfect with her around. Honestly just work your magic, I’d be fine if you just put her having a hard time getting the boys ready for a gala

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“They are your children, Bruce Wayne.” Bruce does his best to bite back a grin, as he finishes tying his tie. You pull your dress on and turn your back to your husband, “Can you help me zip this, please?”

He smiles at you in the mirror, before giving up on his tie. He guides the zipper up, his fingers leading it up with a warm trail against your skin. You do your best to fight down the shiver that wants to consume you.

Turning around you narrow your eyes at him, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to Mister Wayne.”

Bruce smirks at you before giving you his best innocent eyes. “I have no idea what you mean, Mrs. Wayne,” he practically purrs the words.

You roll your eyes before tying his tie for him, “I organized this fundraiser Bruce. I’ve spent months on it, making sure it’s perfect, and it’s for a good cause.”

Bruce sighs, “I know. This function is raising money for Gotham’s orphanage. It’s going to supply a lot of the refurbishing and improvements needed. I just don’t get why we couldn’t do something more than just another ball.”

You shake your head as you sit down on the bed and pull on your shoes, “For Gotham’s fiercest crime fighter you’re very naive Bruce Wayne.”

He raises an eyebrow in question and says, “Oh really?”

“Yes, really. Most of these people want to give the money and been seen doing so. They want to dress up in their pearls, and finest, and socialize with others of their class. They don’t care about what actually has to be done. Hell, most of them are in so deep with the crime families it’s amazing that they give at all. But, this is one sure fine way to get them to open their pocketbooks.”

Bruce sighs, “Sometimes I forget that you navigate this world more than I do. You’re always the one left behind to make excuses when the boys and I run out. You’re the one that plans most of these functions.”

You smile, “It’s for a good cause.”

Bruce bends over and whispers, “A very good cause,” before kissing you. Then his hand is tangled in your hair, and you’re reaching for his bowtie to untie, when shouts sound out in the hallway.

Bruce lets out a small growl before pulling back. You grin at him before standing off the bed, and walking towards the door. You open it to find the boys wrestling down the hallway. You let out one sharp whistle and they break apart. Your hands go to your hips and you say, “Seriously? You boys aren’t even dressed yet! And we have to leave in twenty minutes!” They just keep staring at you before you ask, “What in the world are you staring at?”

Jason just says, “Is your hair supposed to look like that?”

Your brows knit together in confusion before you reach up to feel your hair, all out of place. The memory of Bruce’s fingers tangling in your hair makes you groan. You take a deep breath and say, “I know this event won’t be fun for you guys, but it is very important to me. Can you please go get ready; brush your teeth, put on deodorant, comb your hair, and put your tuxes and shoes on.”

They stare at you for a moment before they agree to go. They trudge down the hallway, and you turn to Bruce, “Can you please make sure they’re actually getting ready, and not having some giant pillow fight?”

He just smirks and asks, “Are you sure you don’t need my help fixing your hair?”

You smile and begin pushing him out the door, “You’ve done enough thank you very much. I can manage these curls on my own thank you very much.”

He just smiles, before reaching forward and gently pulling on a loose curl. It straightens for just a minute before bouncing back up. He just winks at you and says, “Personally, I like it when you let them run wild.”

Bon Soir [Lafayette x Reader] Part One

Description: You, an American patriot from a loyalist family, catch the eye of the Marquis De Lafayette one night at a tavern. After your first night with the enigmatic frenchman, you realize how turbulent life can really get in a time as turbulent as this. 

Warnings For This Chapter: Smut, alcohol, mild swearing, and mild Lams, where I could slip it in ;) 

Notes: So, there will be five parts to this story. It will, if we’re being honest here, be updated probably once or twice a week until it is finished. This story is a mix of Hamilton’s characters and actual historical stuff, and there will also be lots of appearances from the rev set in this fic, so brrrah, brrrah!! Enjoy. 

||Part Two||


It’s a beautiful night in the colony of New York, the moon full and the usual chill in the air slightly warmed. Besides it being a lovely night, it was also quite rowdy- but during these turbulent times, you couldn’t expect less from the Northern colonies.  

You pull your cloak tighter around your shoulders… it’s really not a night to be out for a lady, but you couldn’t care less. Your family still clings to the proverbial olive branch, one of the less popular voices of loyalist reconciliation. You’re a patriot, through and through, and any chance you have to escape your frankly shameful homestead under an anonymous family name at night to “cavort” with those who share your views on freedom, you take.

Slipping down a dark alley with the hood of your cloak pulled up, you find your way into the even rowdier Fraunces Tavern. Looking around, you smile. Men clinking their sloshing drinks together, shouts and jeers at the king tossed around liberally- this was the beginning of a revolution, and you’d be damned if you missed it.

“You lookin’ for a good time, honey?” some guy with a heavy Boston accent asks you from the table next to the door, and you turn to him.

“I’m looking for a drink, and whatever good time I can derive from that.” The guy still stares at you, waiting for a follow up, so you decide to win even more favour by voicing your views. “Fuck the king?”

The entire table bursts out in cheers and pounds their fists and mugs down repeatedly as you smirk and saunter past them. You get to the bar, and ask for a Sam Adams, before turning around and surveying. To answer the drunk man’s question, you aren’t actively seeking that sort of good time, really… but, nights like these were full of exceptions.

“Here you are, miss,” the friendly bartender nods to you, then pauses, “I’ve seen you in here a couple times now, and I don’t recall your name.” He looks genuinely confused. “Who’s your husband?”  

“I’ll let you know once I find one,” you wink, and cross the tavern to occupy a booth. Just as you’re lifting up your skirts to sit, the door crashes open, and in come four very loud young men.

“What time is it?!” one yells, and the other three yell back, “Showtime!” while cackling and slapping each other on the back.

You roll your eyes again, imagining all the fights they were sure to start tonight. The bartender seems to know them, and pours four ales for them as well. Snatching up his drink, the short one with the ponytail and goatee marches right up to the table in the middle, getting up on it and chugging half his mug.

“To the revolution!” he finally bursts out with, and almost trips off the table. The large one with the beanie catches him, shaking his head with a grin, and the second shortest one with curly hair and freckles joins the talker with a close arm around his shoulder.

“Now this is the place to be, amiright boys?!” freckles shouts, taking a long drink.

“Oui oui, mon ami,” another voice chuckles, and your interest is immediately peaked. A frenchman in the colonies? The excitement of these taverns is incomparable, and it is exciting to say the least to hear someone from so far away- you know a little of the language, or what you had learned as a girl.

You watch in quiet admiration as a tall, athletically built man with dark hair tied up in a bun and a close trimmed beard steps out, carrying two mugs of ale. He hands one to beanie man, and plops his own down on the table. “We must tell the king casse toi with our war effort!”

“We will, Laf,” beanie assures, “But first? Horses.”

“What?” freckles and goatee both say at the same time.

“Corsets,” beanie laughs, rubbing the back of his neck, “I meant corsets.”

“Hercules, you are an idiot,” Laf deadpans.

“I’m the most mature one here,” Hercules shoots back.

“Easy, when tes amis are Alexander Hamilton and John Laurens.”

Hercules lets out a booming laugh, and is soon joined by Laf’s own charming snicker. Alex and John are too enamoured with their own private conversation to notice much.

Your eyes train on Laf. If he was french, he must have a longer name than that… you’re determined to know it. He was undeniably a charmer- he was handsome, dashing as a prince, and very stylish. With the words he had uttered earlier, you found it safe to assume he’s as passionate about American independence as you are.

You make an excuse to walk by.

Heyyy there,” goatee (Alexander)? calls, swivelling his head to look at you.

Bingo.

Hercules lets out a low whistle as you turn to face them. “I don’t mean to be too forward, but madamn.”

"What the ever loving merde is that supposed to mean, Hercules?” Laf’s face scrunches up, and Herc just shrugs.

“Works on most of ‘em.”

“I’m Alexander Hamilton, bastard, orphan, son of a whore,” Alex jumps up, grasping your hands, and you can see the gears in his slightly drunk mind turning. “So I’d love to flirt for like, a really long time because you’re pretty and everything, but there’s a revolution to plot-”

“-And drink to!” John adds.

“-And drink to, as my beautiful lover Jackie just piped in and waaait, I’m probably not supposed to say shit like that in a tavern full of guys who will probably have me castrated for it, but hey, we die like men, right?”

“Yo, um, sorry 'bout him,” John blushes with a slight slur, coming over to guide Alex back to his seat. “He gets- *hic*- chatty when he’s tipsy.” You just laugh, letting them know it’s no big deal. John doesn’t seem very interested in you romantically or sexually, only greets with a good natured- albeit tipsy as well- smile. Hercules gets up to introduce himself.

“Hercules Mulligan. I’m Irish.” He drops his voice down to a whisper. “That’s kind of my thing.” Laf gets up to hip bump Hercules out of the way, take your hand, and press a kiss to it. You blush deeply.

“Bon soir, belle mademoiselle. I am Paul Yves Roch-”

Heeere we go,” Alex slurs.

“-Gilbert de Motier de Marquis de Lafayette,” Laf finishes with a glare to his friends, then turns back to you with a gaze that could only be described as… lust ridden?

“Plaisir,” you reply in french, and his eyes widen, his entire body straightening like an arrow in excitement.

“You speak my mother tongue, cherie?!”

“Only a little,” you confess with a timid giggle, “I’m not French, monsieur Lafayette, only acquired some words from my studies.”

“Gorgeous and intelligent,” he flirts, “A lady after my heart.”

“Handsome and bold,” you volley back, “A man after mine.”

“OHHHH SHIT!” John shouts, and Alex begins to laugh.

“GUESS WHO’S GETTING IT IN TONIGHT?!”

“Not you two,” Laf growls, and John and Alex tumble over each other watching you both. Hercules just rolls his eyes, and downs his drink.

“Care to drink with us?” Lafayette offers, outstretching his hand, and you happily accept. Hercules gets up to grab you another beer, and slides it over to you. John begins to chug his second, and you smirk, taking it as a challenge. Downing yours to the last drop, you’ve finally earned the respect of Hercules Mulligan as he bangs on the table and shakes his head.

“You are getting better and better as the night goes on,” Laf whispers, and you laugh.

“Is that the alcohol talking?”

“On the contrary, cherie, I am still on my first… though I may be thinking with something other than my mind,” he alludes, and you feel a shiver run through you.

He is very attractive.

“What brings you to the colonies?” you ask Lafayette conversationally, and he takes a sip of his ale.

“Revolution.”

“You’re here for congressional duties?” you feign ignorance, though you know how to identify a congressman- powdered wigs, brightly coloured jackets, and stuffy mannerisms. Nothing Laf possessed.

“Ah no, mademoiselle. War is imminent- that is the talk here and overseas. I will fight as one of you for your glorious country!”

“Ayyy, to our fighting frenchman!” Alex lifts his mug, and John raises his as well.

“Very brave,” you murmur, “I wish I could serve in the continental army.”

“You can still do your part at home,” Laf assures, taking your hands excitedly, “You can make gunpowder, you can sew uniforms, you can…” he suddenly hesitates, lowering his eyes, “Pray for and write letters to your husband.”

“Why does everyone in this tavern assume I have a husband?” you tease, and he looks back up.

“Forgive me. No one has, eh… courted you yet?”

“Courted me? Oh, quite a few. I have yet to accept,” you giggle, “I suppose I’m just as hard to please as the next young lady.”

“I, too, have very specific tastes,” he nods, and bites his lip, “Mais, it would be very nice to have a woman to boost my morale on the battlefield.”

“Wait… hey, what’s your name?” John laughs, “We didn’t even ask!”

“Oh,” you blush, eye contact with Lafayette broken, “Um…” You sigh. It shouldn’t be any trouble to give them your real name. “(y/n) (y/l/n).”

Everyone repeats your name, raises a glass, and drinks. Lafayette smirks at you a moment longer, then drinks as well.

As the night wears on, you start to become even closer with the group. Stories are passed around, drinking games are played, and talk that would’ve sounded like treason in many other colonies flowed freely from your mouth with the boys. As the night begins to dwindle with the candles burning down close by, hands begin to wander, skirts began to lift a few inches, and blood begins to rise.

“Raise one last glass to freedom,” John finally says, somewhat soberly, as everyone stands up, “Something they can never take away.”

“No matter what they tell you,” Herc adds, placing a hand over his heart.

“Raise a glass to the… five of us, here tonight,” Alex nods, looking to you, “Our cause is a great one.”

“King George will never stand a chance,” you finish, and everyone downs their last sip and sits back down. With that, Laf takes your hand, rubbing a thumb over your knuckle. You turn to him, and take note of how he’s staring at your lips. Danger and adrenaline course through your veins, imagining just what he could be picturing right now. Practically in his lap by now, you shift your hips a little, and he sucks in a sharp breath.

“It is getting late, ma cherie,” he murmurs, obviously holding back, and begins to stand.

“It is,” you nod, moving to brush your fingers along the hem of his blue coat, and grasp your fingers firmly in his lapel. His eyes dart to meet yours, dark and warning, and his fingers find yours as he lets out a wistful sigh.

“(y/n)… I am a gentleman, and you have had too much to drink.”

“I assure you,” you grin, turning the tables and ghosting a kiss over his knuckles, “I have not.”

He spends a long time staring at you, debating mentally. You can feel him hardening in his breeches under you, but despite his uncomfortable expression and beading sweat, he doesn’t make even the slightest nudge to meet your grinding movements.

“Are you quite certain?” he finally asks, interest beginning to spark again in his eyes as he realizes that maybe you do want him like this.

“All I want is to feel your lips on my neck,” you confirm with a whisper in his ear, and he slots his large hand around your wrist, standing you up. The three others don’t even question it as Laf leads you out the back door, and the once the heavy wooden door closes, you’re both free. He immediately presses the front of you right up against the brick, pulling your hair aside and grazing his teeth over the back of your neck.

“Then, if there are no reservations on either of our parts, I will give you everything you need,” he growls, and continues his attack on your neck, showering kisses up and down. You flip around so that you can face him, and he pins you back again, opening up the neck of your dress just a little more for better access.

Lafayette’s gaze is hungry. Your excitement is known to him as he reaches under your dress, unbuttons your underclothes and realizes you’re already wet for him.

“So eager,” he groans, “Such an eager little kitten, desperate for her papa, hm?”

“Oh,” you sigh, his words sending pulses down to your core. He pulls your underclothes off, but as his long fingers are about to breach you, he pauses.

“You… have been touched or taken before, yes?”

You bite your lip, look around, and nod shyly. If word of that got out around here, you’d be off the market, as it were…. not that you particularly desired to on the market, but that was a different matter entirely. His face blossoms into a grin, and he lifts your legs up to wrap around him.

“Hold onto me, cherie, do not let go,” he murmurs, and once your arms are secure around his neck as well, he uses one hand to unbutton his breeches. You can already see the outline of his large cock, and once he has everything undone, he pulls it out.

“Monsieur, you’re so big,” you whine, and he gazes at you, licking his lips.

“We can make it fit, ma cherie,” he whispers, “Spread your legs a little wider for me… that is it, kitten… like that.”

You keen under the pet name, and he positions himself at your entrance before finally pushing in, groaning together with you as you tighten around him.

“Oui, oui, yes…” he breathes, “That is good… so good for me…” He sucks his lip between his teeth, and after a few seconds, begins to move, nudging you back against the wall with each deep thrust. He’s very large, so he has no trouble hitting that spot that drives you crazy, but he makes it even better when his fingers find your clit; Laf has a different approach than most men do, though- the select few you’d been with (if they make the effort to find it at all) rub with harsh, rough pushes… Lafayette massages you in slow circles, making you moan for him.

Leaning forward, the intensity between you increases as your foreheads meet, lips drifting close to each other and parting, almost kissing but not for minutes at a time. The teasing was getting to him, and he finally surges forward, breathing in your breath. You give his bottom lip a feisty bite, and he smiles, drawing away.

“You are a true northern belle, mademoiselle (y/n),” he mumbles, panting, “You are not like other ladies.”

“Oh, on the contrary sir,” you reply, “I simply don’t bother with the false customs. I say, fuck tradition, and fuck anybody who wishes to advise me otherwise.”

“There is a revolution on because of Americans who share your general mindset, ma chou,” he grins, and kisses you again.

As you both begin to race toward your climax, his thrusts increase, and you’re soon being pounded into the wall, legs tight around his ass and cries being muffled in his blue coat.

“Please… ah, Laf….”

“(y/n), so perfect, j’aime votre parfum…”

As he whispers your name, you hear voices, and turn to see two men walking by the alley on the road, in hats and coats. They sound southern.

“What if th…th-” you gasp, and Laf strokes your cheek.

“They will not see us, it is too dark. Besides, why would anybody pay attention to a stray kitten, begging in an alley, like you?”

“Ah,” you throb again at his dark laugh, and he shrugs.

“Also, the alleyway behind a tavern is where all the drunkards stumble out to vomit. No respectable man or woman wants to see that.”

“What an arousing image,” you scowl, and lean in for another kiss.

“You are so beautiful,” he mumbles against your lips once you part, and licks a line up your neck to just below your ear; you’re losing yourself to the pleasure. “Do you think you can come for me, ma (y/n)?” Laf rasps in your ear, stroking over your clit fondly, and you nod with a little whine, crying out his name softly as he slams in particularly hard. Circling his hips to guide you through a long orgasm, he lets out a little gasp of his own after you’ve finished. As you shake and pant his name, he sets you down carefully before quickly pulling out and taking himself in hand, jerking frantically a couple times and coming like a shot against the brick wall. Your name falls from his lips a few times like a prayer, and soon, you’re both sated and exchanging lazy tongue kisses, tasting each other’s mouths in the night air.

It’s chillier than it was earlier. You should get home before your one of your sisters or father notices you’re gone.

“When do you leave to join the ranks?” you ask, staring into his eyes. He does up his buttons precisely, patiently and one at a time.

“Very soon, I assume, cherie.”

“How very childish of me, but… what you said, about having someone to look out for you…”

“Mmm?”

“Will you…” you look down, embarrassed, and take off a ring on your pinky finger. “Remember me over a couple beers with your friends?”

His eyes light up, and he presses a long kiss to your cheek.

“When I wake up and when I fall asleep, (y/n).”

You smile a little. “Thank you for your service.”

He kisses your hand one last time. “If it takes fighting a war and, eh…” he leans in to your ear, brushing your hair back, “getting better acquainted behind a tavern to meet, it will, most certainly, have been worth it, ma chou,” he smiles back.

You dance and sigh your way home, ignorant of every redcoat who gives you a second dirty look. With men like the Marquis de Lafayette and his friends leading the troops, those bastards’ll be back home where they belong in no time.

Star vs. The Forces of Evil Episodes In One Sentence

Star Comes to Earth: Princess Cinnamon Roll that Could Kill you comes to earth and meets Misunderstood safe kid.

Party With a Pony: Spoopy Wardens hunt for the glitter pony while Star gets ice for Marco’s sweaty back.

Matchmaker: In which we learn it was probably a bad idea to give Star the wand in the first place.

School Spirit: Star misunderstands football and Marco tries to get Ferguson to blow his whistle not in that way.

Monster Arm: “Not my bowels! I love my bowels!”

The Other Exchange Student: Star is jealous of the meatball man from Bakersfieldville.

Cheer Up Star: “It’s supposed to be ironic!”

Quest Buy: Very accurate depiction of what it is like to work in retail.

Diaz Family Vacation: Both Marco and Star see new sides of their dads but that’s not necessarily a good thing

Brittney’s Party: Star and Marco party with someone who hates them while Ludo hijacks a bus

Mewberty: Star gets horny and snares boys in her web but not in that way

Pixtopia: Marco messed up and Alfonso marries Ferguson’s rebound

Lobster Claws: “… You can’t eat children.” “Really? Not even the annoying ones?”

Sleep Spell: “Camera Phooone!”

Blood Moon Ball: We’re suppose to ship them now, right?

Fortune Cookies: Love is never the answer kids

Freeze Day: Father Time offers Star and Marco some mud before riding away on his wheel-mobile pulled by giant time-hamsters I am not making this up.

Royal Pain: King Santa Claus destroy mini-golf

St. Olga’s Reform School for Wayward Princesses: Princess Prison sure is a nightma–OH MY GOD ARE THOSE CLUBS?!

Mewnipendence Day: No wonder monsters hate Mewmans so much.

The Banagic Wand: Star still doesn’t get Earth and like all of us, Marco is always hungry.

Interdemensional Field Trip: Miss Skullnick fears the “Big Change” while Marco sends Jackie cat memes

Marco Grows a Beard: Ludo is out, Toffee is in, and Marco will probbaly be terrified of beards forever

Storm the Castle: “SURPRISE!”

My New Wand!: DIP DOOOWN

Ludo in the Wild: Wait, since when did Ludo become badass?

Mr. Candle Cares: “Star and I have recently become smooch buddies… On the lips.”

Red Belt: Marco searches for a meaning in life and Star searches for hammer.

Star on Wheels: *epic remix of Marco saying Star is in trouble*

Fetch: Marco can’t open juice and Star runs away from her problems and sending thank you cards

Star vs. Echo Creek: Star gets high and destroys a police car

Wand to Wand: Both Ludo and Star are terrible at magic also major ship tease

Starstruck: Star and her idol Sailor Super Saiyan destroy a park and Marco is 100002% done with this shit

Camping Trip: King Butterfly has a mid-life crisis and tries to control an eagle

Starsitting: They’re gonna be great parents some day.

On the Job: Buff Dad is best dad and buff babies are adorable

Goblin Dogs: “You might think this line is long, but listen to my goblin song!~”

By the Book: Ludo and Star still suck at magic and Glossaryck is a bigger troll than Alex Hirsch

Game of Flags: Queen has no patience and legs.

Girls’ Day Out: Janna is back and is still awesome btw

Sleepover: “TRUTH! STAR HAS A CRUSH ON MA–” *cube gets crushed*

Gift of the Card: R.I.P.  Rasticore Chaosus Disastorvayne… He couldn’ get his fucking chainsaw to work

Friendenemies: Star becomes one with Christmas tree while Tom and Marco go on a date and sing a romantic pop ballad.

Is Mystery: Meatfork is apparently a family name and Ludo is really starting to freak me out tbh

Hungry Larry: “He’s still hungry…”

Spider with a Top Hat: He tries and he is awesome and that’s all that matters

Into the Wand: SPAAAAADESS!!!

Pizza Thing: Marco is OCD about mushroom and Pony Head buys skinny jeans

Page Turner: Glossaryck is awesome and how did Moon miss Lizard-Loki in the orb?!

Naysaya: Tomco friendship confirmed and Marco finally asks out Jackie while Star the supportive noodle armed friend cheers on

Bon Bon the Birthday Clown: Starco fans cry, Jarco fans rejoice, and Ludo now has the book god dammit Nefcy

Raid the Cave: Glossaryck is the true neutral asshole.

Trickstar: Weird Al is a treasure and I’ll mes up anyone who makes Marco cry!

Baby: *glances around nervously* So… Star is similar to Eclipsa, huh? *Nervous laughter* Great…

Running With Scissors: Marco gets a new edition to his shipping harem and she is so cute!!!!!!

Mathmagic: Don’t worry Star, I can’t math either.

The Bounce Lounge: Marco is definitely the mom friend.

Crystal Clear: The Chancellor guy is amazing and Rhombulus just needs a hug and wAS THAT ECLIPSA IN THE BACKGROUND?

The Hard Way: “SURPRISE!” 2.0

Collateral Damage: Marco how do you not know what a possum is?

Just Friends: I’m fine! *blows up sign to prove just how fine I am*

Face the Music: Moon=Badass, Star=Why?, River=Loving Husband, Marco=Shocked, and we got to meet Ludo’s family so pretty cool episode overall.

Star Crushed: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH–remember when we though Bon Bon the Birthday Clown was the end of the world?–AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

somebody else // stiles stilinski pt. 3

Summary: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Requested: no, collab with @minhosmeanhoe 

Warning: no, mature language & themes throughout 

Inspired by this song

Masterlist 

As soon as the bell rang Katalina breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn’t stand to be around Theo any longer and the confusing feelings she had developed for Stiles were messing with her head. One minute he’s starting small talk with her at a party reigniting her feelings for him and the next he’s acting like she doesn’t even matter to him.

She was relieved when she stepped into the library and was immediately engulfed by silence. Knowing that she still hadn’t finished her English paper, she took out her laptop and opened the document. She read over it again trying to think of how to strengthen her argument when her phone went off, causing multiple heads to turn in her direction. Quickly silencing the device, she rolled her eyes when Theo’s name appeared on the screen. Ignoring it, Katalina tried to redirect her focus back on her paper. 

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Worth Waiting For

Originally posted by matthew-daddario

Peter Parker x Reader

Worth Waiting For

Prompt: None

Note: It has been literally forever, but Hannah and I have been swamped with school and I spent a while without a laptop and I’m still super, super busy, but I had a thought while I was on Tumblr (while I was supposed to be editing my manuscript, but I digress…) so here you go. As you all know by now, I’m a ho for soulmate AU’s. So yeah. But I’ve missed you guys a TON and I hope over break maybe I can do some more writing.

Warnings: None?

You watched the numbers on your wrist tick down. Twelve hours. A glance at the clock. It was nearly midnight. Tomorrow at lunch. Tomorrow. At. Lunch.

It was so close. Too close. All your life, you had watched the numbers roll by, but it had been so far away. Now it was here. Now it was real. And God, was it scary.

You had no idea who your soulmate was, no clue until tomorrow when you would lay your eyes on them for the first time. Would they reject you? Some did. It was uncommon, sure, but it happened. Maybe it would be one of the preps that was waaaaaaaay out of your league, or a jock with a pretty girlfriend and too many college scholarships to waste his time on you. You hoped they would like you, whoever they were. Or that they would at least give you a chance.

You let out a long sigh and stared at the ceiling of your apartment. There was no way you were getting any sleep tonight.

***

Peter Parker was a nervous wreck. Sure, he was a superhero that could bench-press a car like it was nothing, but being a hero doesn’t make you brave. Not brave enough to face something like this. No. Today was the day he was going to meet his soulmate.

“You doing all right in here?” May pushed open the door slowly.

“Does this shirt look all right?” Peter stared at the fabric of his red sweater, stretching it out with his hands and then smoothing it into place. He fussed over his hair and examined every bit of himself. He had already spent like half an hour brushing his teeth and he knew he would be sucking on breath mints all morning just to make sure his breath was fresh enough for a kiss. Well, if his soulmate wanted one, that was. God, he was not prepared.

“You look fine, Peter. You look good. Whoever your soulmate is, they will love you. You know that, right?” She straightened the collar of his undershirt. He swallowed nervously and nodded. Her little nephew was growing up so fast. “How much time have you got?”

“Like five hours.”

“Are you okay?”

“No.”

“I wasn’t either.” She reminisced. Peter couldn’t take his eyes off of his reflection. He was silent for a long time. “Don’t wanna be late, kiddo.”

“Right.” He inhaled a shaky breath before walking out the door of his bedroom and then out of the apartment.

There was no going back now.

***

“Who do you think it is?” Your friend Lizzie asked, looking around the cafeteria with paranoia. You were dressed up nice today, a cute lacy red dress, matching lipstick, red flats, hair on point. You stared at the numbers, instead of looking around like the others. You didn’t want to know. It was here. It was already here. And it was terrifying.

“I don’t know.”

“If you don’t look up, you’re going to crash into something.”

“I know.” You continued to watch your wrist as you walked through the cafeteria.

“We’re gonna stand over there in the corner. Give me your phone so I can record it and you two can watch it when you’re cuddling later.”

“Okay.” You reached into your pocket and handed Lizzie the phone. She went over to stand with some of your other friends as they waited and watched for fate to unwind.

You stared at your wrist, standing there in the center of the cafeteria. It was abuzz with people moving every which way, not even fazed by the person at a complete halt at the center of it all. Your heart raced, and it felt as though your stomach was in your throat. Everything was tight, and there was so much light and noise and suddenly you were falling. Someone had pushed into you, and just as quickly, another person (with remarkable reflexes) caught you and pulled you to your feet.

At that very moment, your timer chimed. And so did his. You looked up from the blank, blinking timer and met his eyes. He offered a timid smile and a shy wave. One word came to his mind: Gorgeous.

“H-hi there. Um, I’m Peter. Peter Parker.” He gulped, shaking. He reached out to shake your hand. You took it in yours and shook it timidly. “It’s, uh, nice to uh, meet you. I’m so sorry. I’m just so bad at this. I don’t even know how to, uh-”

“I’m (Y/N).” You cut off his ramble with a kind smile. The more time you spent with him, the better you felt. God, he was cute. Tousled brown locks, warm brown eyes, and the sweetest smile you had ever seen. You had gotten lucky. “(Y/N) (L/N).”

“I, uh, do you want to like hug or something?” He asked, holding open his arms. You nodded, wrapping your arms tight around him in record time. Goodness gracious, Peter Parker, your soulmate, was more muscular than you had anticipated, and you loved it. He pulled you tight against his chest. You could tell by the way he held you that he didn’t get many hugs. Not romantic ones, anyway. His breaths calmed down, and you could hear his rapid heartbeat against your ear, slowly coming back to where it was supposed to be.

“You were worth waiting for.” You leaned up to whisper into his ear and felt him pull you tighter against him.

“So were you.” He laughed softly. There was a quiet moment. The question was burning on Peter’s tongue. God, he wanted to kiss you, but he didn’t want to force it either. So when he felt your hand wander up to his cheek. Your thumb stroked his soft skin for a few seconds. His eyes met yours. “Would it be okay if I…if we…?”

You cut him off with your lips. Your friends cheered and whistled teasingly. Peter pulled away slowly and then pressed another kiss to your forehead. His larger, warmer hand slipped into yours, fingers intertwining. You led him over to your friends.

“You two are the cutest couple ever, omg.” Lizzie held up your phone, still recording. “Have any words for us, soulmate of my best friend?”

“Well…” Peter thought for a moment. He squeezed your hand and kissed your cheek in a sudden well of confidence and affection. “I have the best soulmate on planet earth and I think I’m falling in love.”

*Bonus*

It was a Saturday afternoon, so Peter decided to text you, his soulmate and now-girlfriend, but you were busy, unfortunately. Out of town, you claimed. Instead, he went to the Avengers Facility to train, as he sometimes did in his free time.

Once he arrived and unpacked his things for the weekend in the room Tony had assigned to him, he suited up and went to the training room. It seemed there was another member of the team there, a teenager about his own age. He had heard of this recruit, but they had never crossed paths before now.

He had his mask on, and so did the magnificent being in front of him. A white suit with red lining and a circle in the center of the chest. A long red cape hung from the back of the uniform, and she seemed to glow with power, taking out training dummies with blasts of energy. A long red wig covered her hair, and a thick red masquerade mask lined her eyes. When she noticed Peter standing there, she touched down, ending the simulation to meet her new teammate.

“Hi there. You must be Spiderman.” She held out her hand to him. Something about that voice, that smile. Peter narrowed his eyes, but shook her hand anyway.

“That I am. Who are you?”

“They call me Luminescence. I got my powers around the time videos of you started popping up in Queens. It’s crazy to get to meet you, man. You’re my hero.”

“Nice to meet you too. Your powers are insane! How did you get them?”

“Shooting Star landed in Central Park and I was too nosey to stay away from it. Boom, star powers.”

“That’s awesome!” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I just got bitten by a radioactive spider.”

“Dude are you kidding me? That’s so cool! Did it hurt?”

“A lot.”

“Where do your webs come from?”

“I engineered them myself.” He held up his arm and shot a blast of web at one of the targets. “Mr. Stark helped me perfect it though, made new web shooters for me and everything.”

“That’s so cool! Well, I’m from New York too. Maybe we’ll end up saving the world together or something.” She shrugged. He smiled under the mask, glad to have made a new friend.

“Count me in.”

“Kiddos, time for dinner,” Tony poked into the training room. “Ah, I see you’ve met. Peter, this is (Y/N) (L/N). I think she goes to your school. (Y/N), this is Peter Parker.”

Peter’s jaw hit the floor. He looked at you in awe, tearing off his mask.

“What, something wrong?” Tony checked, looking between the obviously not-okay super teenagers.

“He’s my soulmate. And boyfriend.” You stated, holding up your wrist to show off your empty timer. “Peter, oh my God.” You rushed into his arms. He held you close, still too shocked to force any words though his mouth.

“My girlfriend is a badass.” He mumbled.

“My boyfriend is Spiderman.” You murmured into his ear. He smiled and pressed a long kiss to your cheek.

“So I’m your hero, huh?”

“Shush, you,” you pushed him playfully. Tony stood there in shock, but also in smugness.

“So, dinner, right?” Stark jabbed a thumb out the door behind him. You nodded, shedding your mask and wig and leaving them in your locker before following Tony and Peter to where the others were eating.

“See, Stark. I told you two teenagers were too many. They met today and already they’re hooking up.” Bucky eyeballed your joint hands as you sat down for Saturday pizza night.

“Actually, we’re soulmates, and we’ve known each other for two weeks, Bucky.” You sassed, your head coming to rest on your boyfriend’s shoulder as you took a bite of pizza. “This was just a coincidence.”

“Weird.”

“Right?”

“I don’t know. I think things worked out perfectly.” Peter looked down at you. “Or maybe it’s just you that’s perfect.”

Stooop!” You felt your cheeks burn at his compliment. He laughed at how cute you were when you were all shy.

“No PDA allowed in the presence of adults!” Tony pointed at you. “I mean it. Or you’ll both be grounded.”

“All right, Mom,” you rolled your eyes, pressing a kiss to Peter’s cheek and lacing your fingers through his. “We’ll play nice.”

“You better. I mean it.”

“Oh, lighten up, Tony.” Steve elbowed him in the chest. “They’re young. Young love is a precious thing.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

shinee gets the treasure (hunt)

janillo requested an easter egg hunt but since not all of shinee is religious/christian (and not all of you guys either) i made it nonsecular, so this is for you dear! 

onew:

  • too old for this 
  • leisurely walking around the neighborhood with his hands behind his back whistling 
  • forgot for a moment that he was supposed to be playing a game 
  • pulls out the list (”omg did we honestly let taemin write these out and did he write this blindfolded / *texts key* wtf are we supposed to get / key:  ★¯\_(“3)_/¯★)
  • thinks that one of the items is jellies so goes to the convenience store and had a lovely chat with the ajumma there who loaded his arms with milkis and vegetables 

jonghyun:

  • steps outside and nopes out 
  • literally his list is still on the kitchen table (he knows what he’s about and he’s not about this) 
  • gah it’s hot and he is wearing all black (his hair absorbs heat too now??? what is this witchery) 
  • welllll choi minho is going to win anyways so
  • takes solace in a cafe and sips on iced green tea ㅎㅅㅎ🌸
  • texts key and onew to join him bc he knows that they’ve pre-given up as well (onew: “want a tomato??” / jong: “…. yeah i do”) 

key:

  • bribed manager hyung to help him 
  • knows that there’s no actual prize for winning but the satisfaction of beating minho is a pretty good perk 
  • actually collected all the items and no one is the wiser of his methods (jong: *immediately* you cheated / key: we might see minho’s head explode / jong: proceed) 
  • has a weird desire to dash home and check if things are alright?? he wishes he could call his dogs 

minho:

  • the only one taking this seriously and realizes this too 
  • sprinting around anyways 
  • the list said a picture of a pup and he may or may not have taken comme des from key’s apartment for more bonus points 
  • it’s not breaking in if you have access code ~
  • but the game quickly de-escalated to finding LEE TAEMIN YOU!!!!!!!!!!

taemin:

  • is following minho and stealing his stuff (”oh hi comme des”) 
  • hides quickly when minho turns around and yells “LEE TAEMIN I KNOW YOU’RE OUT THERE YOU LIL SHIT” 
  • he keeps yelling louder and louder and people are staring 
  • wow look at that vein throbbing in his forehead
  • huge grin 
  • probably dead if minho catches him but he can live with that 

dustlines  asked:

A monster that licks Popes? It's astounding that you have 475 pages of data on something with such awfully specific criteria!

BUCKLE UP, DUSTY, THINGS ARE GONNA GET POPE LICKY.

FIRST THING the Pope Lick Monster is actually named after POPE LICK CREEK in Metro Louisville, Kentucky, and the POPE LICK TRESTLE, the 90ft tall railroad bridge the creature is purported to live under. This is the bridge!! First is 1904, second is TODAY (well, okay, 2011.)

The Pope family were REALLY BIG in 19th century Kentucky, and the best info we have suggests that the creek was named after JOHN POPE, the third territorial governor of Arkansas! He had one arm and three wives (not at the same time.) But this ISN’T ABOUT HIM. Also the trestle passes over a little river, or ‘lick,’ so that’s the best lead we have on the origins of the name!

People say the Pope Lick Monster has the upper body of a REALLY PALE guy with wide-set eyes and goat horns, and the legs of a goat. Or a sheep! They say it’s an escaped circus freak or a farmer who sacrificed his goats to SATAN, or maybe a human-goat hybrid (which is biologically impossible for a whole bunch of reasons including the fact that humans have 46 chromosomes and goats have 60 but okay.) It’s supposed to lure people out onto the trestle and then force them to leap to their deaths, or drop right off the bridge and land on cars passing underneath on Pope Lick Road. Other versions claim it has a giant rusty axe, or that it holds people down on the traintracks until they get run over! They say it can imitate a train whistle, it wails and screams, and it might have HYPNOTIC POWERS.

THIS IS NOT A REAL PHOTOGRAPH. WE DON’T HAVE ANY OF THOSE YET.

This is where things get kinda frustrating because it’s an urban legend so there’s a whole lot of ‘People say…’ and ‘It is said that…’ and I’m like, WHO SAID THAT. WHEN. WHAT’S THEIR EMAIL BC I HAVE QUESTIONS.

Um, okay, what we do know. We have a lot of anecdotal evidence dating back to the 1940s about the Pope Lick Goatman or Monster or Sheepman. Several sources say an entire Boy Scout troupe in the 50s/60s camped out near the trestle and were attacked in the middle of the night by a hairy creature that shrieked and threw rocks at them and may or may not have just been a really antisocial naked hobo guy, but I can’t find any information other than a bunch of people saying it happened, so, again, legend. We have claims of cattle mutilations and sightings of the monster leaping across the road in front of cars, and Weird Kentucky cites a guy called Doug Oller who says his grandfather saw a ‘screaming devil jumping a fence, grabbing two full-grown pigs and jumping off with them.’

Unfortunately none of the 17 Doug or Douglas Ollers in the Metro-Louiseville phonebooks are taking my calls anymore, so I can’t substantiate that claim yet.

Here’s where things get SERIOUS. The trestle is 772ft long, and at least 4 people have died trying to cross it. In 1987 Jack Bahm, 17, and David Bryant, 19, tried to cross the bridge. Bahm was killed on impact with the train and Bryant jumped, dying later of his injuries. In 2000 Nicholas Jewell, 19, died in a fall from the trestle trying to avoid the train. In 2016 Roquel Bain, 26, climbed out onto the bridge specifically LOOKING for the Pope Lick monster and got hit by the train AND fell off the bridge. People say the monster lures monster hunters and thrill-seeking teenagers out onto the bridge with its TELEPATHIC powers, but it seems like most of the time the only thing that tempts people into climbing onto the bridge is the LEGEND ITSELF. Kind of like a self-fulfilling prophecy, I guess. The fact is, Pope Lick Monster or no Pope Lick Monster, the trestle is too long to escape if you’re surprised by a train.

So… YEAH. Actual demon haunting backwoods Kentucky? Scary hobo guy throwing rocks at Boy Scouts? Lethal yet non-paranormal psychological trap?? IMPROBABLY GROSS GENETIC MUTATION? We JUST DON’T KNOW. Since the 1980s the base of the trestle is protected by an 8-foot fence and a ton of ‘DANGER’ and ‘KEEP OUT’ signs but, come on, when has that ever stopped dedicated monster hunters? Or teenagers. The answer is NEVER, I should know because I’M BOTH.

There was an independent movie, ‘The Legend Of The Pope Lick Monster’ and a stage play/film, ‘The Trestle At Pope Lick Creek.’ The monster even has its own Facebook page. And THIS SHIRT, which I kind of NEED.

If you want the full 190 minute video presentation with slides that I originally made for my Youtube channel, PM me. I just need to make sure you’re not going to share it with anyone who’s going to speed up my voice so I sound like a crazy chipmunk and put stupid circus music over it, because that’s a precaution I need to take, apparently.

starla-nell  asked:

I wish you would write a fic answering the question "what exactly are dragons?" The answer isn't what you might expect. (Any fandom.)

I was thinking about this all day at work. :D


“What are those?” McCree yelled, flattening himself against the side of the building as the two giant, blue spectral forms rushed past him, shrieking and wailing. The Talon operatives in their way crumpled to the ground, and McCree stared at their lifeless bodies, which until recently had been shooting at them.

“They are my power,” Hanzo replied quietly from behind him. McCree turned to look at him, seeing the blue glow fade from his tattoo.

“Damn,” he replied softly, and whistled. “They’re something else.”


“What are they, really?” McCree asked later on, as they returned to the base. Hanzo was sitting next to him on the carrier, silent and thoughtful.

“They represent morality,” Hanzo replied. “They are not a threat to the team; they trust who I trust. You need not fear them.”

“I don’t fear them, I–” McCree stopped. “They were just really pretty, is all.”

Hanzo chuckled. “I suppose they are.”


“No, really, what are they?” McCree asked a few days later when he found Hanzo on the couch in the common room, his arms full of blue dragons. He seemed to be stroking them like they were cats; McCree could have sworn he heard purring.

Hanzo glanced over him and smiled softly, shifting over a little to let McCree sit down next to him. “Would you like to touch them?” he asked.

McCree nodded and stretched a hand out, a little fearful of what he’d find. “I thought they were spectral,” he said, and was surprised when his hand met soft flesh covered in warm scales.

“They usually are,” Hanzo said, “but they are able to manifest physically when they want.”

“They’re beautiful,” McCree breathed, and laughed softly when he scratched one of them under the chin and it leaned over to him, batting him gently with its paw.

“They are my friends,” Hanzo murmured, as wide a smile on his face as McCree had ever seen.


McCree woke late at night to find Hanzo had left his bed and was sitting on the floor in a meditative position. Though there were no lights on, the room was lit up by the blue glow of the dragons. They shifted and coiled around Hanzo as he knelt on the floor, lost in thought, and McCree simply watched for a few minutes, loath to interrupt.

“I know you are there,” Hanzo said softly, and McCree smiled.

“Can’t hide anything from those two,” he replied. “Do they help you meditate?”

Hanzo nodded. “They are my spiritual guides.” He opened his eyes and looked up at McCree. “They guided me to you.”

McCree smiled so wide he thought his face might crack. “You better thank them for me, darlin’.”

“I already have,” Hanzo said, his smile matching McCree’s.