that's enough tagging i think but i finally finished watching this sigh

Everything You Wish For

Lafayette x Reader

Note: this one happened because @a-schuylerr had the idea of Laf or Tjeff as the reader’s sugar daddy and we decided that I would write a Laf fic. Shoutout to @patron-saintof-sluts for letting me bounce ideas off her and getting feedback on my ideas for it. 

Warnings: a creepy old guy who doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself, thats about it I think? (I don’t even think there is a swear in there)

Word Count: 4,024 

Tagged: @tallish-hobbit @hamiltonsquills @rottwat @iamgrayfox @justanotherone2u @angesansnom @lupinschocolatefrog @butlinislin @eternallyademon @i0do0not0knoe @iamindeedapotato @tailored-shirt-tails @ordinaryornate @star-trek-supernatural @femilton @noluckmonday @haletotheking24 @fanfrickinhamiltasticimagines @stillcooli0 @hamilbroke @simply-daveed @bandsareprettycooliguess @angelica-s @kanadianwithashippingproblem @pixies-shitposts @justanotherfandomjunkie 

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When Lafayette first made his way into your life, you were surprised. One minute, you were a fresh college graduate working in a bookstore while trying to figure out what to do with your degree while the next minute you had a rich handsome French lawyer buying you everything you could want in return for spending time with him. 

You liked him from the beginning, he’s charming, kind and fun to spend time with and all that made you forget the 15 year age gap between the two of you. Even when your friends point out how strange it seems to see the two of you together, it’s easy to ignore.

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Where they can’t see (Verkwan)

» Smut.
» Seungkwan decides it’s too early to wake up and pulls his covers higher. Vernon wants cuddles, or so Seungkwan thinks. … “…Please tell me you’re not grinding on my ass.”
» A/N: heavily inspired by this video but let’s imagine it magically takes place during uhh OFD S2! this is a rare pepe on this blog that I hope some of you can enjoy 💕
» 1,843 words


Seungkwan could already see some sunlight trying to make its way through the blinds of the room he was sharing with half of Seventeen, although only Wonwoo seemed to still be in bed, and with a pout he got better under the blanket he shared with Vernon, so that it covered him up to his hairline.

If it was up to Seungkwan, he wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon.

Somewhere between him hiding under the blankets and dozing off to light sleep, Vernon had gotten closer to cuddle him from behind, so that they were spooning. A small smile spread to Seungkwan’s lips - he loved cuddling with Vernon - and he placed his hand on top of his, rubbing the back of his hand slowly.

It didn’t take long for Seungkwan’s eyes to shot wide open, however, and he turned his head to Vernon as much as he could, somewhat able to see him from the corner of his eye under the blanket.

“…Please tell me you’re not grinding on my ass,” he said in a whisper, careful not to be heard by anyone else. As much as he hoped he wasn’t right, there was hardly room for misunderstanding with the familiar feeling of his boyfriend’s hard-on moving up and down against his ass, which he could feel even with their pajama pants between them.

Vernon chuckled quietly and leaned closer to press a kiss to Seungkwan’s neck, which made the blond male sigh silently. Then he snapped his hips against him a bit harder, grinning playfully when Seungkwan tensed a little. “I’m not grinding on your ass.”

Seungkwan threw him a scandalized, murderous look. “Wonwoo is right next to us, you idiot.”

Vernon raised his eyebrows knowingly, his hand sliding to Seungkwan’s chest, from where it slowly slid down his body. The younger male’s heart was beating fast, and the only reason he was being as bold as he was was the throbbing need between his legs, mostly caused by the wet dream he had had about the blond male in front of him. “We’re hidden, it’ll be fine. We haven’t been able to do anything for way too long, and besides… I know you kinda like the risk, you know.”

By the end of his words, Vernon’s hand was already nearing the waistband of Seungkwan’s pajama pants, and the older male was starting to breathe more heavily.

“How on earth are you going to have sex here without it being obvious to everyone else?” Seungkwan asked in a nervous whisper, his heart beating fast in his chest at the realization that he was, indeed, getting turned on, and fast, and a lot of it had to do with the fact that Wonwoo was lying down right next to him. “B-besides, there’s cameras everywhere.”

“Sex?” Vernon asked with a quiet, amused chuckle and gave Seungkwan a kiss by his ear. “I was thinking about grinding on you while giving you a handjob. Do you absolutely want me to fuck you?”

The silencebefore Seungkwan’s answer told enough, and the disappointment in his tone made Vernon snicker quietly. “We don’t have lube. And there’s cameras. And Wonwoo. And I’m loud.”

“It’s fine, you know I love it when you’re loud,” Vernon whispered, his voice soft, and slowly slid his hand into Seungkwan’s pants. He swallowed hard when he realized that he was half-hard already. “…Damn.”

Seungkwan shut his eyes and pursed his lips at Vernon’s touch: he was almost painfully sensitive in the morning, and the riskiness of it all was, as the younger one had suggested, turning him on. There was also something about him normally being loud and the inability to make a sound in the present that turned him on all the more, as if Vernon’s hand palming him through his boxers wasn’t enough.

“Shit,” Seungkwan hissed barely audibly, clutching his left hand into a tight fist that he then got between his teeth as an attempt to not moan, which he normally would’ve done when he was feeling so damn good. He was now fully hard, and stopping himself from bucking his hips into Vernon’s hand was so difficult.

Vernon licked his lips and nuzzled his face into the back of Seungkwan’s neck, only taking his hand away from the latter’s bulge to slide his own pants and boxers down a little, after which he dragged Seungkwan’s ones down a little, too, just enough to be able to grind his cock against his bare ass and take his hard cock into his hand, too.

Seungkwan could hardly hold back the mewl as he finally bucked into Vernon’s hand while the other moved his hips against him slowly, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of himself moving against the supple skin of Seungkwan’s ass which he, under normal circumstances, would’ve probably been eating at that point.

Between the two of them it was no secret that there was hardly a faster way to make Seungkwan come than eating him out while stroking his length, and his orgasm would only be more intense if he got a few good smacks on his buttcheeks, too. Vernon loved saving that goodness for special occasions, and Seungkwan never complained.

“Are Vernon and Seungkwan up yet?”

Seungkwan’s breath hitched when he heard Seungcheol’s low voice, and then some rustling of blankets. Wonwoo’s raspy, groggy voice became audible soon after.

“Doesn’t seem like it. Let them sleep, they’ve got a long day ahead.”

Seungkwan’s heart was beating way too fast for comfort in his chest, and only to make matters worse, Vernon had not stopped grinding on him nor stroking him while the other members were obviously watching them - or what was showing of them, that being some tufts of hair. All he could hope was that the blanket on top of them wasn’t giving away too much.

Seungkwan had a hard time keeping quiet, and Vernon breathing into his neck and running his palm over the head of his cock didn’t make it any easier. He squirmed a little. “P-please, Vernon.”

The younger male hummed as he got closer to Seungkwan, grinding better against him and grunting quietly at the new, better angle. “What is it?”

“They’re right there,” Seungkwan whispered, biting back a moan as his hips began moving slowly in search of more friction from the hand wrapped around his length. Vernon was amused by the contrast between his words and actions, but didn’t say anything about it, and instead only stroked Seungkwan faster and grinded against him a bit harder, all the while trying to keep his motions as smooth and unnoticeable as he could.

“Let them be,” Vernon muttered, taking time to let out a quiet, satisfied sigh when he could feel the heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. “They can’t see, anyhow.”

Seungkwan tried to object again, especially when Seungcheol just didn’t seem to leave, but found himself way too aroused to do so, and instead got one of his hands to Vernon’s hip to grip it as tightly as he could from his position, feeling up some of his ass in the process. “I can’t wait to get back home.”

“What, so that we get to come up with lousy excuses to stay behind from trips again?” Vernon asked in amusement and got even closer to the older male, feeling his cock slide between the mounds of his ass, which made him gasp. “God, your ass is–”

“Amazing, I know,” Seungkwan finished his sentence and chuckled quietly afterwards, only to bite down on his lower lip when Vernon began stroking him with a vicious twist of his wrist. “S-shit.

“Close?” Vernon asked quietly and, painting the image of Seungkwan lying on his back on his bed, legs spread and his cock hard and red and begging to be touched resting against his stomach while Vernon fucked him slowly, grinded on him with more carefully articulated thrusts of his hips. With that image taking over his mind, Vernon grunted quietly. “Me, too.”

Seungkwan muffled his whimpers with his free hand, his hips bucking into Vernon’s hand rhythmically. He was so, so close and just wanted and needed to come, which he finally did when Vernon whispered him exactly what he was thinking about, which just happened to be exactly what Seungkwan so desperately needed and would make sure became reality as soon as they got back to their dorm.

His mouth opened into a silent cry as he ejaculated onto Vernon’s knuckles, and not much later, the younger one came, too, his cum landing on Seungkwan’s lower back, undoubtedly also staining his shirt.

“…You’re gonna have to help me explain if anyone notices,” Seungkwan said quietly, hinting at his shirt, and Vernon chuckled. He got some of the blanket and swept it over the stains on Seungkwan, which made him grimace. “That’s disgusting.”

“Shush,” Vernon laughed, but it died fast when the blanket was taken down to their shoulders, leaving both of them wide-eyed.

“So you are awake,” Chan noted brightly, snorting at the two’s faces. “You two look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

“We, uh,” Seungkwan stumbled over his words, “just shared some horror stories. Yeah.”

While Chan quirked his eyebrow and asked Seungkwan about the stories, Vernon wiped his hand on the blanket (at which Seungkwan grimaced and Chan asked if he was alright) and got both of their pants up, hoping they looked like they hadn’t done anything.

Wonwoo looked at the two, his hair a mess, and chuckled when Chan had left. “Right. Horror stories.”

Vernon’s face went white at Wonwoo’s tone while he and Seungkwan got the blanket off themselves, but the older one was a bit more composed. “What are you implying?”

“Please,” Wonwoo shook his head with a grin, “I know you two just wanted to cuddle. I don’t know why you find it so embarrassing.”

Both Vernon and Seungkwan felt waves of relief course through their bodies.

“And now you told that to all the Carats!” Seungkwan exclaimed dramatically while motioning to the cameras. Vernon laughed loudly and got an arm around Seungkwan’s shoulders.

“Maybe they’ll cut it out.”

Seungkwan hoped they’d cut the whole morning out.



When Seventeen finally watched the episode of One Fine Day in Japan on TV, Seungkwan and Vernon were silent.

“…What on earth were the two of you doing?”

All eleven members stared at the two, both a different shade of red, after they had shown a scene where the blanket was moving suspiciously while Wonwoo looked at the camera, wishing it a good morning, completely oblivious.

“C-cuddling,” Seungkwan stuttered and turned to Wonwoo, but even the older male wasn’t convinced about that anymore.

Jihoon made a face. “You’re such a lousy liar.”

“Which is okay, because we don’t want to know any more,” Mingyu declared as he stood up and looked at two of the younger members, pointing at them a little. “We won’t speak of this again.”

Vernon and Seungkwan nodded in understanding and shared an embarrassed look with each other.


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Really Like, Like (Bones x Reader)

Title: Really Like, Like (get it. when you tell someone you like, like them as opposed to just like.) 

Prompt: “On a scale of one to ten… how illegal do you think doing this is?” & “Don’t give me the puppy dog eyes…” Bones x Reader please! <3:

Word count: 1,864

Warnings: language, very cutesy (which isn’t really a warning unless you’re a master cynicist like me)

A/N: i obviously intended on completing this sooner but i found time today and i watched a film with karl urban in it last night so he’s been on my mind. i hope you enjoy it even though it’s definitely not at all what you probably thought it would be and i adjusted the wording of the prompts a lil hahaha

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i can’t stop writing about married kara/lena so here have this


a rooftop wedding seemed like a great idea when kara had first suggested it, arms wrapped around lena’s waist, nose in lena’s hair, both of them swaying back and forth in the middle of their kitchen. the idea was so cute. so manageable. 

but – 

here they are. one rooftop wedding and one poorly timed alien invasion in.

before kara can try anything, her sister rises up from her chair, gun drawn and brows pulled.

“alex!” kara hears eliza hiss. “put that down!”

it’s too late. alex is a deadly shot, and the ten-foot-tall purple menace that decided to crash kara’s big day has two-tenths of a chance at surviving.

well, all by itself it should. kara sees about five more of those big guys sliding up over the edge of the roof and pooling into purple mass before assembling themselves upright again in seconds. it’s rather disgusting and disheartening to witness. 

the guests aren’t in shock. to be fair, there’s only ten of them: alex, eliza, maggie, james, winn, j'onn, lucy, clark, lois, and cat.

oh, and the minister. who is m'gann. that’s another story for a later time, like when kara’s married and enjoying a rare day off with her wife in a far, far away place where no otherworldly antics ensue.

speaking of her wife –

lena’s sigh is quiet, her head tipped back and eyes closed, and kara offhandedly thinks she looks absurdly pretty, though she knows lena’s probably just counting backwards from ten and trying not to challenge the god of love to smite them down right now. 

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LOVE & MARRIAGE: PART ONE

                                              LOVE & MARRIAGE                                                    

                                                    Summary:

After years of following in the footsteps of their relationship shadow, Bucky and his wife offer Steve a small getaway to the cold mountains. Getting to know the the new woman in his life, they realize a change in their own lives . Come to find, it dawns on the married couple just how much time and marriage has changed their once passionate relationship - How will they react to a now new hot couple taking their place on the mantle?

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Stay Cute

He was grumpy, oh yes definitely grumpy. Today was so uncalled for, like who did those people think they were anyways, royalty?!

‘What right do they have to go around calling me embarrassing and hurtful names?’ The petite boy thought to himself as he trudged towards his favorite coffee shop.

He aggressively tousled his chestnut brown hair, plump rosy lips slowly jutting out into a childish pout. He knew people were staring at him, probably pitying the poor man-child that was dulling their joyful streets with his negativity, but their judging was definitely not gonna stop him from stomping his tiny feet all the way to Cafe Papillon.

If he wanted to sulk, sulk he shall because people were just a bunch of meanies to him today.

Doe eyes lit up as the cafe’s sign came into view, his chocolate brown orbs twinkled in delight as he imagined all the sweets that sat behind the glass display case next to the register. Subconsciously, his short legs began to move quicker. He was excited to reach his sanctuary, it was here that he was safe. 

Why? Well because here he could stuff his chubby cheeks with desserts to his heart’s content. Eat so many until he either contracts diabetes or falls in to a sugar induced coma, ya know whichever one comes first, and he didn’t have to listen to his over the top friends fawning over his “cuteness”. He loved it here, it was the only place he never had to pretend to be something he didn’t want to be. 

The college student softly giggled with happiness as he got closer to the Cafe. Just being near the small building made him burst with joy, his bright smile so radiant it rivaled the sun. Just as he reached for the door handle, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, he thought of ignoring it but it kept buzzing so he quickly whipped it out to see that it was a call. Reading the caller I.D. he hesitantly took the call, bringing it up to his ear as he pushed through the cafe entrance. 

“What is it TaeTae?” he asked into the phone, a trace of annoyance could be heard in his high toned voice. 

The deep bass of his childhood friend’s voice answered him with a whine “please come back to the courtyard Jiminnie.” 

“Why, so you guys can make fun of my “fat cheeks” again?” he scoffed, “yea no thanks.” the bite could be heard in his voice even as he lowered it to not disturb the other customers while waiting in line.

Taehyung made a noise of desperation through the speaker, “Chim you know that Namjoon hyung was just playing, he thinks your cheeks are absolutely adorable.” 

“Tae you should know better than anyone that I am tired of being called “adorable” Jimin hissed softly as he reached the front of the line. “I’m twenty-three years old now, I’m a grown man who shouldn’t be referred to as “little Jiminnie” or “our resident cutie, I want to be seen as manly .”

“But Jimin,” Taehyung started, quickly being cut off with a “wait just a minute.” as Jimin placed his order for a caramel frappuchino and a slice of strawberry cake. Once he payed and received his change, the petite male walked off to the Pick-Up side of the counter to wait for his order. 

“So you were saying,” Jimin urged.

“I was saying that being cute isn’t all that bad ChimChim, everyone likes you because of your cuteness, you’re easy to approach and get along with and everyone practically short circuits when you smile.” the sweet teasing caused a dark blush to from on the boy’s already rosy cheeks. 

Plush lips pulled into a pout when a thought came to mind, “but Tae, thats exactly why most of the guys at school tease me, they call me a pansy cause I’m ‘too cute’ it’s just so frustrating.” 

A deep sigh came from the other side, “oh Jimin, who cares what they think, you shouldn’t change and have to be manly just to fit in with a bunch of idiots.”

“Yea I know.” a sweet sigh of defeat left his lips, he knew he might have been overreacting just a bit, okay maybe a lot, but he just couldn’t help it. Constantly being teased for not being masculine enough, just a tad bit feminine, was really starting to get on his nerves.

Taehyung’s smooth voice broke through his jumbled thoughts, “tell you what Minnie, just come back to the dorm and we’ll binge watch Disney movies for the rest of the night, we don’t have class tomorrow and we can pig out on some ice cream, how’s that?” 

A small smile tugged at his once pouted lips, “sounds great Tae.” the appreciation in his voice was prominent. Jimin hoped that his best friend knew how much his efforts to help cheer him up meant.

“I’ll see you in a bit okay? I came to get some sweets to take my mind off things, I’ll take them to go though.” the small boy said as he heard his name called for his order. After receiving an “alright” from his roommate, he bid him a goodbye and ended the call, turning towards the counter where his slice of strawberry flavored heaven awaited him. 

“Jimin?” a soft husky voice inquired. The boy in question looked up from putting his phone in his pocket, bright chocolate orbs met two dark intimidating pools of black and his breath hitched. 

The worker holding his order was absolutely breathtaking, the fringe of his raven locks fell into his beautiful almond shaped eyes that stared back at the petite male with the most heated gaze he had ever felt. Jimin trailed his eyes down from his eyes, followed the slope of the worker’s sculpted nose to his less plump pink lips, then traced the line of his sharp jaw. All the way down to the man’s broad shoulders, which perfectly filled his white long-sleeved button down shirt. He shot a glance towards the other’s name tag, Jeongguk it said, ‘an attractive name for an attractive guy.’ Jimin thought to himself.

The Adonis called his name again effectively catching his wandering mind’s attention. The petite boy looked up at the man a tad bit shyly, considering he had been checking the other out unabashedly, he replied with a timid ‘yes that’s me’ and stuck his tiny hand out to receive his to-go bag. The attractive male handed it over and gave him a slight smile. 

“Enjoy your sweets.” he said softly, “oh and you might want to check your order before you go, we have a new worker and they sometimes end up packing the wrong order.” The shorter male shot him a small nod and a reassuring smile as he turned in the direction of the nearest empty table. 

Once he reached the table he set down his drink and opened the paper bag containing his cake. Dainty brows furrowed in confusion at the sight of a neon blue sticky note stuck to the top of the plastic container. He reached his hand into the bag, chubby fingers picking up the note and pulling it out, he read it to himself and found himself smiling. 

‘Dear Jimin-sshi, I sincerely hope that you will ignore all those unnecessary comments about your looks. Being manly is so overrated anyways, consider yourself lucky that it looks like you haven’t aged a day over eighteen. I’m sure all those guys are just jealous that they don’t have your adorable charm, no one can deny that you’re one of the cutest people around. I know this probably doesn’t make much sense or it might seem really weird, but just to keep it short, I just wanted to tell you to stay cute.

- Sincerely the worker Jeongguk.’ 

Jimin could feel the heat of the stare directed at him, he looked just in time to lock eyes with the one who had written his note. Once Jeongguk saw the bright piece of paper in his hands, an attractive smirk tugged at his lips, he winked at Jimin who in turn looked away with a dark blush tinting his puffy cheeks. The blushing boy gazed through his brown fringe in the direction of his supporter, catching a glimpse of the fond smile that graced Jeongguk’s lips. The taller male mouthed a ‘stay cute’ at the cherubic boy and waited for his response. He received a blinding eye-smile in return and watched as the petite boy ran out of the cafe with a dark blush. 

Rushing out of the cafe, Jimin walked slowly back towards his dorm, he sighed dreamily as he thought of the cute worker, Jeongguk. “I was right, this is the best cafe around.” he said to himself while giggling giddily. 

And if it meant catching the attractive male’s attention once again, then oh yes, he would definitely ‘stay cute’.  


Annnnd I’m done! I think it could have been better, but I think this will do for now. This story is dedicated and sorta inspired by @staycute1234 I used your username as my title… hope you don’t mind. I was contemplating whether to post it or not and I finally worked up enough courage to finish and post it, so yea hehe.

Hard to Find

Summary: True love is hard to find, but Jensen Ackles may have stumbled upon it at a bed & breakfast in a small, Kansas town.

Part Seven: Cat’s Out of the Bag
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word Count: 2870
Warnings: None.

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Not Broken, Just Bent.

It happens so fast, their first meeting.
The ballerina who can no longer dance, the violinist who’s lost his sound.
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[in which dan is a ballerina, phil plays violin. i’m crap at summaries, so please, bear with me. i promise my actual writing is much better than this]


ok cool so?? my first chaptered fic on here how bOut it

im highkey proud of this, which literally never happens as i normally hate everything i write?? but yeah!! i just wanna say thanks to everyone who i asked to read this before actually posting, it means a lot <3

word count: 1670

chapter warnings: dan’s a weeb and his dog’s called haru but that’s about it for this chapter

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chapter: 1/?

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He looks like an angel, Phil thinks. The boy’s hair is slightly curled, he’s dressed in black tights and a tee shirt, and the lights from the overhead street lamps fall perfectly over him, highlight every perfect imperfection in his form. It’s late, and Phil can’t help but wonder why this boy is here, in the quiet park in the center of town. Especially, though, he can’t help but wonder who he is, the mysterious boy, sat unmoving on an old, wooden bench.

There’s a small speaker, a phone hooked to it, and light, airy music floods through the cracks of the silence. As he comes closer, Phil notices the slight glow of moonlight bouncing off of him, the boy’s face-undoubtedly gorgeous, Phil knows, despite not having seen it-is hidden behind two, rather large hands. He sits beside the boy, careful not to kick the speaker, and sets his violin down beside the bench.

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3 Word Difference Between Platonic and Not

Word Count: 1 445

Genre: fluff (when isn’t it?)

Warnings: None, I think.

Summary:

Dan and Phil say “I love you” to each other a lot.

No, before you ask, they were not boyfriends. They were not love interests. They were just Dan and Phil. Surely you say that to your best friend, or if you don’t, family. Dan and Phil were practically both to each other, so why couldn’t they say it? It was their tradition, in a way.

However, while ‘I love you’ is purely platonic, 'I’m in love with you’ is something else entirely. I suppose it was only a matter of time.

A/N sorry for the long summary. And for not posting last week. I’ve had this idea for a while and it’s always sort of bugged me on how people make a big deal about I love you when that, to me, is just platonic.

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So this has been rattling around in my head for a couple days but I never really had the energy to sit down and write it. Still got a little over twenty minutes before my “bedtime” so hopefully that’ll be enough. (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

The second morning after Cas’s arrival at Dean’s unit, Dean gets hauled off for another interrogation, this time by Gordon. He escorts Dean all the way up to Naomi’s office, just like Jody had, and all but shoves him into the room before marching off.

“Good morning, Dean,” Naomi says without looking up, because she’s scribbling away on a sheet of paper. Again, her desk is clear but for two folders, one set aside and the other open for her to work on.

Dean gets the sense that one is for him, and the other is for Cas.

“Did you have a good evening?” Naomi asks.

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renegade

genre: fluff 

word count: 2,239    , i think ??

pairing: guess!!!!!! here i’ll give u a hint it’s phan

warnings: mentions of alcohol, some smoking, a few swear words, a lil bit of  badly written kissing woah call the police

A/N: oh my fucking god so i looked up what “renegade” meant bc i love the song and one of the meanings for it was “someone or something that causes trouble and cannot be controlled” and i was like wow that’d be a good title for this fic then and so yeah,,, the more u know and um sorry if there’s spelling or punctuation errors bc i literally did not proof read this at all

PS!!! if ur against gayness (if ur in this tag and u are then what are u doing here) then this is not a story for u, buddy.

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