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Some Things You Might Have Forgotten About Percy Jackson

- In the beginning of the series, Grover is 28 years old (making him about 33 by the Blood of Olympus)

- Someone in New York City has a statue of Smelly Gabe on their property

- Annabeth is really good at playing Hacky Sack

- Grover’s Uncle Ferdinand is still a statue at Aunty Em’s Garden Emporium (and is missing an arm).

- Annabeth’s father is a Harvard graduate.

- If Percy had aged with the books release dates, he would have been 21 in The Blood of Olympus.

- Travis and Connor Stoll aren’t twins.

- Blackjack was originally written as a female Pegasus.

- Blackbeard is now running around the modern day world thanks to Hermes’ vitamins

- Camp Half-Bloods address is the first four digits of pi.

- Chiron wears his horse tail in curlers

- Nico and Bianca were never technically claimed.

- The dam snack bar

- Several dozen Target stores across the country have arrows stuck in their signs from when Zoë shot them

- Percy knows how to ride/drive a motorcycle

- Travis Stoll got cursed by the Aphrodite cabin and was stuck wearing clown makeup for a month.

- Tyson and Grover were trapped in the Labyrinth together for over two weeks.

- Kampê is still buried in a mound of boulders in Camp Half Blood.

- Pollux is now Dionysus’s only child.

- May Castellan is still waiting for Luke to come home.


Warning Guys: this is smut!

He was shit.

Absolute shit. There was no denying that fact, it was just how it was.

What kind of decent human being stands by and let’s the love of his life go to a dance with another guy.

A piece of shit human being, that’s who.

It all started this morning, he had forgotten about the winter formal and apparently the last day to buy tickets was yesterday, he couldn’t shake the heart broken look in Betty’s eyes, he also couldn’t shake the way trev had trailed his fingers over Betty’s back.

“I’ve got an extra ticket, you can come with me? I know I’m not your boyfriend but..?” Betty never even had a chance to answer, Veronica was on the scene in seconds flat “she’d love to go, sorry juggie, but theirs no way i’m getting through this dance without my best friend.” Betty had just shrugged helplessly, avoiding jugheads eyes and walking off with Veronica.

So that’s what brought him here, sitting on the front porch of his empty trailer, his dad had been gone for a few days, it didn’t bother him, he liked the space. He managed to find an old pack of marlboros in one of the dressers, he hardly ever smoked, but he figured he was allowed a little leniency considering how shitty he felt.

“You got another one of those?” He turned quickly at the voice, and fuck, the cigarette fell out of his slack jawed mouth.

Betty looked amazing, he didn’t think he had ever seen anything so sexy in all of his life. She had on the tightest black dress he had ever seen, it fell a little lower than mid thigh and her ample chest was pushed up giving him a delicious view of her amazing cleavage, her silky blonde hair was in soft waves pushed back to one side, her dark red lips were pouting and he watched her dart her tongue out to wet her lips, Jesus Christ, were his pants always this painfully tight?

“Bet… look..” he choked, coughing on his own words

She walked towards him “let’s go inside Jughead.” He was surprised and slightly worried at how serious her tone was, but he would’ve followed those long legs tucked into black high heels anywhere.

Slamming the door behind him, he turned to Betty “bets, I am so sor..”

He was cut off instantly when she slammed him by the shoulders pinning him up against the door. She was ravenous, her mouth moving against his, she pushed his legs apart situating herself in between them, she was grinding on him tugging on the bottom of his tshirt.

“Off.” she moaned “I want this off. Now.” He ripped the tshirt over his head, gripping the bottoms of her thighs and hoisting her up to his waist, her dress riding up to settle on the tops of her thighs, his erection digging into the soft cotton of her panties. She whimpered at the feeling of denim on her most sensitive parts. He could hardly breathe, he was gonna explode she seemed to know exactly what to do, biting on his lip and tugging it away. Her dark green eyes were sparkling and he moaned at the sight, burying himself in the mound of cleavage currently right under his nose

“Mmm” he moaned “the dress, its sexy as hell but I want it off.” She reached her shaking hands to undo the zipper behind her back, but her fingers were quickly covered by his long ones as he sucked on the space underneath her ear.
“I got you baby,” he whispered softly causing her to buck into him involuntarily, his fingers halted as he closed his eyes and slid the dress off of her. She was a vision of tan, toned skin and black lace. He throbbed uncomfortably and suddenly his jeans were being unbuttoned and slid down his thighs.

“It’s only fair” she grinned mischievously, rolling her over he laughed, hovering above her he captured her lips with his again, he moved his hand to cup the perfect breasts of his undeniably sexy girlfriend, she gasped slightly, moaning as he slipped his hand under the cup of her bra, “does trev make you feel like this” her eyes snapped open at the name , his tongue was tracing the outline of her breasts as his free hand went to unclip the hook. As soon as the bra fell to the ground he knew he was goner, could she be more perfect? Her eyes had closed again at the feeling of his cool fingers on the most sensitive parts of her. “I said, does trev make you feel like this?” He peppered kisses down her wiggling body.

“No. no juggie, no one but you” he nearly came right there at her words. Kissing his way back up to her chest. Suddenly her fingers were toying with the elastic of his boxers, and he stopped breathing. “What about you? Does anyone else make you feel this way?” To further her point her hands dipped into his boxers, gripping his length, with her tiny, soft, perfect hands. He moaned at the sensation as she slowly lowered and raised her hand, he wasn’t gonna last no way.

“No. never, no one will ever make me feel the way you do.” Flicking her wrist, he was done, his boxers half way down his legs and her fingers covered in his sticky substance. Slowly she brought her hand up to her mouth, popping a finger into her mouth, she closed her eyes and sighed. Oh god here we go again, he pulled his boxers up, gently lifting her to sit on his lap. “What you do to me” he moaned into her neck, she giggled cuddling up to him. He pulled away from her neck Staring at her now, his mind still slightly fuzzy, he couldn’t believe Betty Cooper was shirtless, oh his lap, in his living room.

“I love you” he mumbled “and I’m sorry I missed the dance. It slipped my mind but it won’t happen again.” He promised, pressing a kiss to her open palm.

“Well..” she giggled “if this is what happens every time we miss a dance, I don’t think I’ll be going to anymore in my lifetime.” She smiled up at him.

He laughed, she pulled the t shirt he had on over her head and made her way to the bathroom to clean up, and holy shit

She still had her heels on.

Oh this night was far from over.

(Jonathan Byers x Reader): Greatest City in the World

Request: Thanks! Please could I request a Jonathan imagine where he’s been dating the reader for a while now and they’ve moved to an apartment in New York together to go to nyu because that’s Jonathans and yours dream school. After your first night in your new apartment you wake up next to Jonathan and he’s just really happy and sweet and he’s made you breakfast and you both just sit and cuddle. Is this okay?❤

A/N: First of all, thank you to @10blurredsmoke10 for this request, it made me really happy and was super fun to write! Get ready for all of the fluff!

You never dreamed that you’d get into your dream school. You’d also never dreamed that you’d fall in love with the perfect guy. Yet here you were, in the city that never sleeps, just moved in to your new apartment, laying in your brand new bed, the man of your dreams sound asleep next to you, his arm draped over your waist, curled up towards your own palm, your fingers intertwined.

The last thing you thought before you you drifted off into a peaceful sleep was, “I could get used to this.”

The next morning you were woken up by the sound of Jonathan’s voice, “(Y/N), (Y/N), babe, I made breakfast.”

“Five more minutes,” You mutter as you bury your head deeper into the duvet.

“But the pancakes are ready now,” He jokingly whines, causing you to perk up slightly. Against your better judgment, you got out of bed and wandered into your tiny kitchen. Sitting on the counter were two plates, each with their own mound of pancakes, topped with syrup on top of them.

“How did you even manage this? We haven’t bought any groceries.” You ask Jonathan as you grab a plate, before bringing it back into your bedroom and sitting on the bed.

“I woke up early and went to find the grocery store this morning while you were asleep, I thought it would be a nice surprise,” He replies as he follows suit and sits down on the bed next to you before you both start digging into your pancakes.

After a few bites you look up at Jonathan, “You’re happy,” You comment. You’d noticed it when he’d woken you up, but it had continued through until now. You were so used to see Jonathan scowling at people, or just deeply concentrated, yet here you were, finally alone, and he just seemed…different.

“Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be? I’m in the greatest city in the world, about to start classes at my dream school, all with my best friend by my side,” He replies with a small grin.

“I like happy Jon,” You reply as you lean into his chest slightly, “Don’t get me wrong, I loved grumpy Jon when we met back home, but seeing you happy…” You trail off, a bit wistfully.

“It’s all thanks to you, love, neither of us would be here if it weren’t for you,” He replies as he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight.

You turn around in his arms and press a kiss into his cheek, “I love you,” You say, softly before turning back around to your pancakes, “And I love your pancakes,” You add with a mouthful of food.

“I love you, too,” He replies as he feeds himself his own bite of pancakes, “This is going to be the greatest adventure of our lives.”

Something that shows Aaron still cares. For @heartneverliez.

It is impossible for him to avoid Robert. Impossible for him not to notice that Robert is holding back, Robert is letting him be. Impossible for him to not notice that Robert seems… off. 

It’s different now; Rebecca is gone and the baby isn’t Robert’s but even without her wrecking them they were still hurting each other. Aaron knows they need to learn to be happy with themselves before they can be happy together but then Robert walks into the pub, eyes scanning the room and holding Aaron’s gaze and Aaron’s stomach flips. His eyes are quick to leave him hollow, wanting. 

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sweetragdoll  asked:

i have a one-shot suggestion. JD falls asleep in Veronica's bed and refuses to get up because he's comfortable.

Yay!!! More requests! I’m so excited when I see people take an interest in my writing! And this blog is still new so I’m trying to gain speed. I hope you enjoy the story! I had a lot of fun writing this one, I tried to amp up the jdronica cuteness.

Veronica leaned over the bed and looked down at her boyfriend. “Hey there.” She sang. JD opened his eyes wearily and looked up at her. She was leaning over his face so her curly brown hair floated around her face. He smiled at her, she looked like a real angel. “How was your nap?” She asked in a tasing tone.

“Did I fall asleep?” He asked. Veronica nodded, earning a small laugh from the boy sleeping on her bed. “Well then, good morning, darling.” He winked at her and Veronica rolled her eyes. She reached her hand out to try and help him up.

“It’s four in the afternoon, JD.” She told him. She tried to pull JD up out of bed, but he groaned and sort of fell limp, so she dropped him back on the pillow. “Come on, JD. Get up, I need to change my sheets.” She told him. JD mumbled something and rolled over to have his face in her pillow.

“No.” He complained. Veronica laughed and jumped to sit on top of her boyfriend. He laughed and turned over, so she tumbled off of him and her climbed on top of her, so he was smiling down at the other seventeen year old.

“Come on, I need to make my bed.” She told him yet again. JD made a face and put his head down so his face was very close to hers. He yawned and shook his head.

“It’s comfortable here, I think I’ll stay.” He grinned before closing his eyes. Veronica made a face and scooted closer. She bopped his nose, earning a giggle from him and he opened one eye. “Yes, Ronnie?” He asked. Veronica scrunched her face up and pressed her nose to his, making him laugh yet again.

“I need to change my sheets, but you’re on my bed, JD.” She reminded him.

“So you’ve told me… twice.” JD reminded. Veronica put one hand on either side of his head and pulled him into a kiss. JD wrapped his hands around her waist and deepened the kiss. As soon as he got lost in the loving daze, and let his guard down, Veronica pulled away and pushed him down off of the bed. JD tumbled backwards and fell onto the rug.

“Gotcha.” She grinned, giggling. JD looked up at her. Again she was leaning over the side of the bed and looking down at him, with that same angelic look that made his heart flutter. JD sat up a  little straighter, enough to kiss her on the forehead.

“Well done, darling.” He smiled. Veronica smirked in a smug manner and got off the bed. She pulled the blankets off the bed and threw them on top of JD, so he was buried in the fluffy mound of bedding. He poked his head out and saw Veronica set a sheet out on the bed. JD smiled and crawled out of the pile of blankets and crept up behind her. Before she could notice him, he wrapped his arms around her waist and tossed her on the bed.

“JD!” Veronica exclaimed with a loud giggled. JD grinned and jumped so he was on her, giving a deep kiss. “I told you four times! I need to make my bed!” She laughed, but kept kissing him back and running her fingers through her hair.

“It’s nicer like this, can’t we just lay here for a while?” JD asked, innocently. Veronica smiled at him and brished his bang out of his face. They always hung over his one eye, no matter how many times he pushed it out of the way, tried to slick it back, which he did often. By the end of the day his bangs fell back in his face.

“We can lay here for as long as you want.” She grinned and gave him some more kisses. JD smiled again and went back to being lost in the little love-struck daze Veronica sent him into. But just as he let his guard down for the second time, Veronica pulled the sheet out from under him so he tumbled off the bed again. She then grinned at him. “We can stay here for as long as you want, AFTER I change the sheets.” She reiterated. JD smiled up at her and leaned his head back. “Now get up here and help me put the sheets on the bed.” She commanded. JD laughed and made his way to his feet, grabbing on end of the sheet.

“Anything for you, darling.”

Stole My Match - Baron Corbin x Reader

Rated M: Mature 18

A/N: A little impromptu Baron Corbin smut since he got screwed out of yet another shot.

Warnings: language, smut, vaginal fingering, blow job male receiving, oral sex female receiving, vaginal sex, rough sex, semi public sex and biting. Literally no plot just smut.

Baron Corbin stormed through through the hallways backstage, he was absolutely fuming in anger. Baron had just did an interview with Renee Young saying he was taking the Untited States Title open challenge. While Baron was walking to the ring, Dillenger stole Baron’s match.

Y/n knew Baron would be seething with rage by the time he got back to his locker room, so she’d helped how she could. Baron threw the door open so hard the door knob made a hole in the wall. Baron ripped the door out of the hole the knob was stuck in, he was growling and snarling like an animal.

Baron picked up and threw anything that wasn’t nailed down, he threw his suitcase and her suitcase. He picked up a chair and threw it, he turned the couch over on its side, he stopped standing in the middle of the room. He was grunting like a maniac who had nothing else to throw.

Y/n dropped her robe letting it fall to the floor exposing her naked body to him, Baron looked her up and down. He lunged at her gripping her hips with his hands lifting her up she wrapped her legs around him. Baron slammed her up against the wall immediately slides a finger in her dripping wet core. Baron pumped his finger in and out of her while his lips sucker neck.

Y/n wrapped her hands in his hair pulling slightly as she moaned loudly, he added a second finger. Baron pumped his fingers while he made a scissor motion opening her pussy. Y/n bucked her hips up fucking his fingers, “fuck that’s so hot Y/n” he growled, he locked his eyes on hers as she rode his fingers.

Just as she was about to cum, he pulled out his fingers, she whined at the loss of contact. But it didn’t last long as he unfastened his pants pulling his cock out stroking it rubbing her juices all over it. Baron slammed his cock into her wet pussy pushing her back against the wall, oh Baron" Y/n screamed.

Baron pounded into her pussy, he kissed down her neck, to her chest not stopping until he got to her breasts. He took her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over her nub while sucking it. Y/n dug her fingers into his shoulders, he switched breasts giving them both the same attention.

Nothing but their grunts, moans and skin slapping against skin filled the room, he put his hand between them finding her clit. He rubbed rough circles on it, “oh fuck” she moaned. Her orgasm ripped through her, she dug her nails into his back scratching his skin forcing a growl from Baron. Y/n screamed incoherently her pussy squirt all over his cock, running down her legs.

Baron pulled his cock out of her, he put her down on her feet and she knew what he wanted. Y/n sunk to her knees in front of him opening her mouth and he slid his cock between her lips. Y/n took the head of his cock into her mouth sealing her lips around him and sucking. Baron came hard shooting his cum into her mouth, she waited until he was empty before swallowing down his cum.

Y/n wiped her mouth, she stood up her cum dripping down her legs, Baron put his cock in his pants. He turned the couch right side up, “lay down baby, let me clean you up” Baron said. Y/n laid on the couch her legs wide open, Baron put her legs on his shoulders, burying his face in her cunt.

Baron licked the inside of her thigh, licking up to the apex of her thighs, he switched to the other leg. He licked up to her pussy, licking over her mound he licked a stripe up her slit and back down. He slid his tongue in her entrance attaching his lips around her entrance licking and sucking.

Y/n entwined her fingers in his hair pulling it hard as she cane for the second time, “Yes Baron, fuck” she screamed. Baron lapped up the rest of her cum, when she was clean he got up sitting on the couch. Baron looked down at Y/n, she had a blissed out look on her face. “Thank you for having angry sex with me, Y/n” Baron said, “anytime, but hopefully next week we’ll be have celebration sex after you win the US Title” Y/n said. “Round two in the shower” Baron said.

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anonymous asked:

Heyo mod Pasta 😃 could you maybe do a scenario where shigaraki and reader are playing video games and all of a sudden things get heated please? 😘

Yes? YES? I’m sorry if this isn’t want you meant, but I’m a sucker for teasing Tenko.

-Mod Pasta🍜🍝

Of all things you thought Shigaraki Tomura to be, oblivious was never one of them.

But, as he played a video game on his personal TV with you straddling him with your arms over his should and looking at funny videos on your phone, you realized he was ever so slightly obvious. His legs were crossed, and whenever he lost to someone, he would bury his face in the crook of your neck and groan angrily. His quirk never slowed him down in a game, but he also can’t always be the best.

But, he had forgotten one key component of this all; his raging erection. As his body shifted slightly to accommodate his movements on the floor next to his bed, you felt something poke into your mound. It was small at first, and you expected it to go away. But, as the minutes passed by, it got more prominent and hard, and you realized that the heat of your crotch must have set something unconsciously off inside of him. He wasn’t paying attention, though, and you waited until his match was over before pulling back to look at him.

“Tenko, you’ve got a problem,” you glanced down at his lap, and he didn’t even look at you. Instead, he started up the next match.

“I’m sorry, I forgot that you ear is right next to my mouth. I’ll try and shut up,” he muttered, and you sighed before grinding yourself into him, causing a short gasp to escape his lips before his face alit in a bright red. He buried the lower half of his face in your neck, his eyes poking out so that he could continue playing the match. Matches were usually twenty to thirty minutes, so you had all the time in the world to tease him.

“Well, since you’re obviously ready, I think…” you whispered, pressing your lips to his ear, “I’ll just get myself ready,” you then licked the shell of his ear, pulling back and scooting off of his lap. He leaned forward slightly, glancing down at you before lookin back at the bright screen. It was the only light in the room, and t illuminated his sexually frustrated face.

“(F/N), just wait-“ you didn’t acknowledge him, and began to take your clothes off. Seeing him so utterly agitated sated the delicious little sadist inside of you. Sure, Tenko has been the top the first two times you had fucked, but the last time you had sex, you had been the one to handcuff him to the bed and overstimulate him until he begged you to stop and just let him cum. Still early into the relationship, this was you and Tenko’s fourth time doing anything remotely sexual.

“Not now, (F/N)-oh, wow…” he yelped when you removed your undergarments, laying with your knees straddling him and head a few inches away from the bottom of the TV. Without a word, and still making eye contact, you began to shamelessly touch yourself. Your hands glided over the swell of your breasts, giving Tenko the most perfect view of you as he continued to play the FPS game. He nearly messed up when you licked your fingers and then rolled your nipples in circles, eliciting a soft moan from you.

Bright lights flashed across his face, and you watched his eyes dart from the screen to you in almost a rhythm. His erection almost looked painful, and the permanent red that stained his face absolutely complimented the blue of his hair. You then trailed down to your vagina, rubbing your clitoris in circles as Tenko’s jaw actually dropped. He quickly shut it, shaking his head to clear it from some of the dirty thoughts growing it in. Heat pooled in both of you, and he began to break into a sweat; it looked like his distracted nature was going to lead to this being an extra long match, and he mentally cursed himself for causing this.

When one of your fingers slipped inside of you, he seethed angrily, causing you to giggled and close your eyes, tilting you head back as your other fingers took hold of pleasuring your clit. At this point, you were dripping wet with the need for Tenko to be inside of you.

Tenko, on the other hand, could barely think straight. You’ve never been this upfront with him before… maybe it was because it was so late into the night, so obviously no one would interrupt you two? The last three times had been in either the morning or early night. He wanted to just throw the game down and fuck you right then and there, but he knew that you were playing a game with him. He wouldn’t lose, no, not in his wildest dreams would he lose a game to you.

But, when you slipped another finger into you and moaned, “Mmm… Tenko…”

“Why are you teasing me?” He hissed between his teeth, causing you to giggle breathlessly. Pressing on your g-spot, your hips bucked ever so slightly, and Tenko took a sharp breath.

“Because I know you want to win this game,” you cooed, and he grunted in effort and a bit of lust as he continued his gameplay. About ten minutes later, you were still fingering yourself, burying your fingers deep and mewling in pleasure. His name escaped your lips every few minutes, causing his dick and left eye to twitch. As his team got closer and closer to winning, you felt yourself get closer and closer to orgasming. You began to rub your clitoris faster, gasping and whimpering with pleasure and need.

“T-Tenko… I need… you,” You whispered, and he nearly crushed the controller in his hands as furiously pounded the control stick.

He didn’t respond, his eyes so full with unadulterated anger and lust that he couldn’t think about anything other than you.

Finally, the game ended, causing your heart to flutter slightly. Just before your orgasm, you pulled your fingers out of your dripping heat, panting as Tenko slowly lowered the controller. A frustrated smile alit his expression, his left eye twitching as he pulled off his pajama pants and boxers. He left his white sleeping shirt on, crawling on top of you and putting your knees over his shoulders as his tip pressed against your throbbing entrance..

“That… now that, that was a really bad idea, (F/N).”

It was a long, long night. Thank God Tenko doesn’t own a headset, because he definitely would have forgotten to turn it off.


Character: William Gallagher

Movie: P.S I Love You

Warnings: SMUT, but some good ol’ Irish lovin’!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

•You’re lost in Ireland and run into a man named William while in a pub trying to ask for help. Fluffy William

•Ridiculously sexy, hot and heavy making out. Lots of kissing, petting above and below the waist. Maybe smut.

Sighing in extreme frustration, I turned the map around trying to find out where the hell I was.

The streets and sidewalks of Dublin, Ireland were busy; people getting off work and ready to unwind.

All I wanted was to find the tram station and get to my Aunt’s home and sleep. I’d had a long, unexpected flight and could feel my body aching because of it.

I wish that I was here on better circumstances, though. Just the other day, I’d gotten a call saying that my Aunt Blanch Devereaux had passed suddenly.

I was, from what I understood, the sole beneficiary of her estate. She’d come to Ireland on vacation years ago and decided not to leave. In doing that, she pissed off alot of our relatives.

I remember bits a peices of her visiting when I was younger, but it was vague since it was so long ago.

I sighed, moving with the crowd as I looked at the map. Not paying attention, I walked right into someone, falling on my ass, “Ommmph!”

“Jaysus! You okay Lass!?” The man asked, spinning around.

I stared up at him, dumbstruck. He was so handsome!

“Lass?” He asked, squatting down to my level.

I shook my head, “Oh, yeah. I’m so sorry!”

He held out a ring clad hand, taking mine and helping me stand, “Ye sure you’re alright?”

“I, um, yes of course. Just my pride wounded.” I winced, dusting off my bottom.

He raised a brow, “Need me to kiss that pride?” He asked, his Irish lilt, teasing.

My eyes shot up to him, wide, “I-” and then, I did something that I hadn’t done in a while… I laughed.

He chuckled, licking his lips as he scratched near his eye with his thumb.

“I’m William,” he said, holding out his hand again.

“Y/N,” I nodded.

A cold, damp gust of air blew by, making me shiver and remember that I was hungry and tired.

“Oh, Jaysus, Lass. Let’s get you inside.” William tipped his head at the pub that we were standing outside of.

The smell of beer and delicious food hit my senses as he opened the door. My stomach growled, demanding that I feed it.

“And something to eat,” he laughed, taking my hand and letting me enter first.

I giggled, “I could eat,”
“So, where are ye headed?” William asked, sipping his beer.

“Enniskerry.” I replied, popping a peice of chicken in my mouth.

“Really? I live in Enniskerry!”

We laughed.

“What takes you there, if ye don’t mind me askin’?”

“My Aunt passed away. She left me her home and everything.”

William put his pint down, “Wait a minute! Mrs. Devereaux?”

“Yes,” I nodded.

He reached for my hand, giving it a squeeze, “I’m sorry for yer loss, Darlin’.”

“Thank you, William.”

“Listen, I can take ye there once you finish.”

“I really don’t want to be a bother,” I protested, albeit weakly.

He smiled and winked, “Trust me Darlin’, yer not a burden.”

I blushed, picking at my food.

We stayed at the pub for another hour and half before heading to Enniskerry.
Aunt Blanche’s home was beautiful. Big enough for a family to live in, but small enough to not be over the top.

William got out of the car, coming over to my side and opening the door for me.

Dusk was setting in, the sun dipping, lighting up the rolling green hills that surrounded the house.

“Wow,” I breathed out in awe.

“Couldn’t agree more,” William said, staring at me with a grin.

I smiled, shaking my head as I walked around the car.

I took the set of keys from my pocket, unlocking the door and flipping the switch.

A warm glow lit the living room. This house was straight from one of those Country Living magazines. Absolutely beautiful.

Turning to thank William, I found him by the door, his hands in his pockets, “I’ve got to get a move on, Darlin’. My Da is waitin’ for me.”

“Oh God! I’m so sorry I’ve kept you!”

He pointed at me, “None of tha’ now. I enjoyed spending time with you. Can I come by and see ya sometime?” He asked.

“Yes, of course.” I replied, smiling like a loon.

He grinned, shoving his hands back in his pockets, “Alrigh’ then. I’ll see ya around.”

“Thank you William,” I called out, watching him walk out.

He winked as he got in his car.
William came over nearly every day. We spent the days talking and laughing, much like tonight, but we had dinner.

I washed the last dish, rinsing it and handing it over to William, who dried it and put it away.

I dried my hands, watching him move around the kitchen in his red long sleeved shirt, black jeans and bare feet.

“I can feel those gorgeous eyes on me, Love.” He teased, closing the cabinet.

Clearing my throat, I looked away, “Fine, I won’t look at you at all then.”

I turned my head, looking out the window.

His warm closed over my hip, his breath fanning the side of my neck, “Hey, now. That’s just mean.”

We laughed as he stood before me, holding onto my waist. The atmosphere shifted between us, becoming charged.

“Ya know,” he started, running two fingers on the side of my face where he put some hair behind my ears, “would it be wrong of me to be jealous of your man back home?”

This was one subject that we hadn’t breached even though the flirting had been relentless.

I bit my lip, “There is no one back in the states for me.”

“Well, then,” he tipped my chin up, his thumb tracing my bottom lip, “I do believe it’s me lucky day then.”

Testing the waters, he met me half way, the kiss slow.

“Is this alright?” He whispered, his nose touching mine.


His smile was playful as he pulled me closer to him. He then walked me backwards, my back hitting the counter.

With his long warm fingers cupping my cheeks, he looked straight into my eyes, “Hi,”

I felt my cheeks heat up, “Hi,”

Williams breath tickled my lips as he leaned in to kiss me. His lips moved over mine slowly, tugging ever so slightly before our lips broke apart with a light smack.

I could feel his stubble as we kissed, the prickly hairs leaving a slight burning sensation in their wake.

Threading my fingers through the back of his hair, I initiated the third kiss. With our mouths slightly open, I gently dipped my tounge, caressing his upper lip.

He grunted lightly, his hands sliding down to my ass to give a firm squeeze.

I repeated the kiss, only to have our tounges come into contact. I twirled my tounge around his before pulling it back into my mouth.

William tilted his head to the side, firmly sealing his mouth over mine as he deepened the kiss.

I moaned, pulling myself up closer to him by his shoulders.

He kissed the corner of my mouth, leaving a damp trail as he kissed his way to my neck.

“William,” I sighed.

“Hmmmm,“  he hummed, sucking on my pulse.

I gripped the counter with one hand, the other at his waist, feeling tip of his tounge roll circles as he sucked.

A warm hand slid underneath my shirt, cupping my bra covered breast. He nipped at my neck to where it met my shoulder where he sucked hard.

Slipping his hand into the cup of my bra, he thumbed my nipple, leaving what would surely be one hell of a hickey on my neck.

In a rush, I began to lift my shirt up. It didn’t take William long to pull it off of me.

He unhooked my bra, gazing at my bare breasts.

I watched as he took off his red shirt, discarding it with my clothes.

He closed the small gap between us, the hairs that covered his chest, rubbing against my sensitive breasts deliciously.

"Yer shakin’, love.” He stated, one hand cupping my cheek and the other resting on my ass.

I hadn’t realized I was until he said so.

“Do ye want me to stop?” He asked, caressing my cheek.

“Please don’t.” I whispered.

He smiled, his shoulders lifting as both hands craddled my face, “Take this to the bedroom, yeah?”

I nodded, accepting his soft kiss.

Grabbing his hand, I led him to my room. Once there, he turned me around, walking me backwards like he did in the kitchen.

He unbuttoned my pants; me doing the same to him. The jeans fell to the floor, leaving me in my panties and William- sweet Jesus - he was commando.

His length jutted out from a thick dark patch of curls and I wanted to touch him.

“You do that and I won’t last, love.”

I could feel my face burn from the blush. I laughed nervously as he chuckled.

“Come here, love,” he said, his voice husky.

His thumbs hooked into my panties when I was close to his body. He was like a furnace, emitting quite a bit of body heat, which helped my shivering.

He pulled the panties down to my knees where he let them fall the rest of way to my ankles.

Again, he cupped my cheeks, gently kissing my lips, letting the intensity build up.

An arm was wrapped around my back, holding my head as the kisses became more urgent. His other hand slid over my hip bone, the fingers lightly touching the curls on my mound.

Lifting a leg, while still kissing him, I placed my foot on the bed, opening myself up to him.

Gently, almost tickling in a way; his fingers dipped between my lower lips, spreading the wetness from my entrance to my clit.

William broke the kiss, nipping down my neck while groaning, “Christ Darlin’, you’re soaked.”

I whimpered, rocking my hips against his lone middle finger.

“William… please.” I whimpered.

He got down on his knees, his face right with my center.

I watched as he buried his head between my opened legs with out warning, his tounge licking up my wetness.

I held his head, bending at the waist with a loud gasp.

He backed away, his pupils slightly  dilated. “Lay down, love.” He demanded softly.

I quickly did so, needing to feel him there again.

Wasting no time, he delved back in, only this time, he was kissing my lower lips as if he were kissing me on the mouth.

It was slow, the pressure building of his kisses building. Using two fingers, I felt him kiss my clit, the tip of his tounge twirling against it.

My back arched as I gripped the sheets.

Grasping my hips and pulling me closer to the edge, William held me open, his tounge dipping into my entrance.

He wiggled his tounge so slowly that it was torturous. He then flattened his tounge, dragging it up and loudly kissing my clit.

“William, please!” I begged him.

He gently put my legs down, standing, gasping for breath. He wiped my wetness from his mouth and chin, allowing me time to scooch back on the bed.

Crawling on the bed and over me, he grinned. He hitched a thigh over his hip, resting his body between my legs.

“Lookin’ like a Goddess all laid up in bed, love.”

“Smooth,” I laughed.

“Liked that one, didja?”

William lifted his hips, the head of his shaft at my entrance. Slowly, he entered me, taking his sweet time sinking into my wetness.

He breathed once he was deep inside of me, giving us a moment to adjust to each other.

His thrusts started out so slow as he made love to me. He kissed my breasts, his tounge lapping at my hard nipples with each thrust.

The sounds of our coupling and our bodies rubbing against the sheets made me moan loudly at one particularly deep thrust.

I was close, William feeling it as my walls tightened. He moved faster, burying his face in my neck as he lost control of his thrusting.

I turned my head so not to shout in his ear as I came hard, my core throbbing as he continued to move his hips.

One last thrust had him groaning, gently biting down on my neck.

He stayed on top of me, laying there until he softened and slipped from me.

When he rolled to his side, he pulled my body to him, holding me like I was the most finest peice of porcelain.

We were quite, his hands massaging my scalp and playing with my hair.

I ran my fingers through his chest hair, loving the feel of the softness, “William?”

His eyes were closed, but he was awake, “Yes, love?”

“Where do we go from here?” I asked, meekly.

He turned his head, his lips against my forehead as he spoke, “I’m a one woman man, love. Ye don’t have ta worry ‘bout a thing.”

I believed him. Goddamnit, with everything in me; I believed this gorgeous Irish man that I’d grown severely fond of.


theemoestdemon  asked:

Can you do another sleepy Tom fic? Maybe where he falls asleep on Marco and whimpers when Marco tries to get up. (Bonus if his parents or Star need help with something and he can't get up)

Awwww! What a sweet idea! I really enjoyed writing this! I hope you like it!

“Hey Tommy, are you okay?” Marco asked, he reached behind the demon to scratch his ears. Tom let his eyes fall shut and he purred dreamily, before falling against the human. “You look tired.” Marco frowned a bit.

“I haven’t been sleeping.” Tom muttered. Marco pulled the demon  close and continued to scratch him gently behind the ear. Tom continued his purring and nuzzled Marco’s hoodie. The human laughed lightly when Tom latched onto him and leaned into his touch.

“Why couldn’t you sleep, sweetie?” Marco asked, in a light and soothing voice. Tom shrugged a bit, he was becoming drowsy.

“Thinkin’ too much.” He mumbled. Marco gave him a light kiss behind the ear and Tom purred a little louder. Marco smiled and held the demon close. He continued scratching his ears gently and hushing him every time he would stir. Soon he felt Tom go limp in his arms and he cradled the sleeping demon.

A little while later Tom was still fast asleep and the Marco tried to set him down on the couch. But when he tried to move away from Tom, the demon whimpered and clutched onto Marco tighter. “Shh, it’s okay, I’m here.” Marco whispered to him. Tom relaxed and went back to napping peacefully against Marco.

Their peace was interrupted when Star bounced down the steps. “Marco! I need your help with magic stuff.” She explained, she was sitting on her spell book trying to figure something out. At hearing the noise of Sta running downstairs, Tom’s ears flicked and Marco just put his hand over them.

“Star be quiet.” Marco whispered. Star looked over curiously and Marco held onto the demon. “He’s tired, let him rest.” He mumbled into Tom’s pink hair. Star giggled and spun on her heels, teasing Marco about how cut they both looked.

“Awwww! You loooooove him!” She giggled. “Look at him holding onto you! He’s like a little koala!” She gushed. Star reached over and tickled one of Tom’s ears, laughing when it flicked. “I love how they do that on their own! How do they know?” Star asked, with a confused look. Marco waved his hand to try and get the Mewni girl the go away.

“Star, be quiet.” Marco hushed. He then went back to stroking Tom’s hair. “He said he hasn’t been sleeping.” Marco told her. “I get worried about him.”

“There’s nothing to worry about.” Star assured. “You know Tom, he was probably up all night doing dumb and dangerous stuff with Janna.” She told him. Marco laughed and nodded a little. Tom and Janna had been getting along pretty well, but sometimes it felt like putting gasoline on a fire.

“Well I got him now.” Marco giggled and buried his face in the demon’s fluffy hair. “And I’m not letting go of him because I love him.” Marco mumbled. But his vow was cut short when his mother came into the room holding two bags.

“Marco, Star, I just got home from the supermarket, help me bring in the groceries.” She told them.

“Mom I can’t.” Marco told her. Angie turned around and looked at Marco, who pointed down at Tom. “He is sleeping.” Marco spoke.

“Boy is tired.” Star added, putting her head down so she was in the mix of cuddling. Marco laughed and moved his head so her mounds of yellow hair was out of his face. “Let the demon boy rest.” Star held onto her boys and Angie shook her head.

“Oh for the love of… fine, I’ll do it myself.” She waved her arm and Marco smiled.

“Thanks, mom!” He grinned.

“Yeah, yeah.” Angie called from the kitchen.

“I love you Mrs. Diaz!” Star called. “I love you!”

“I love you, Mom!” Marco called as well. At hearing all the yelling Tom opened up his eyes and yawned.

“What’s going on?” He asked groggily.

“Tell Mrs. Diaz you love her.” Star instructed. Tom yawned and put his head back down against Marco.

“I love you Mrs. Diaz… and I love Marco and Marshmallow…” He blabbered on, dozing off. Marco smiled and kissed the demon’s eyes, lulling him back to sleep.

nanoflare  asked:

Taking prompts? Hmmm how about sick Sheith fic? A/B/O and you can pick who is sick?

Sick alpha Shiro being looked after by omega Keith.

Giving Shiro the break he deserves!

@nanoflare enjoy <3

Keith knocked on Shiro’s door, a bowl of colourful, and equally pungent food goo in hand. He didn’t wait for the confirmation to enter, he didn’t need it. Shiro would be able to smell him through the door, and he’d seen Shiro do pretty much everything the human body can do, including the gross, yet oddly domestic stuff.

He stepped into the room, ignoring the warning signals his brain was giving off. Shiro was sick, and automatically putting out don’t enter hormones, to keep himself safe. It was a leftover instinct from humans more animalistic days, when sick alpha’s were in danger of being attacked by an opportunistic opponent. It easily overcome with a bit of common sense.

The pile of blankets on the bed shifted, and the top of a head popped out.

“Keith?” Shiro’s voice called groggily, “I didn’t realise it was you.” A  congested sniff punctuated his words.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” Keith asked, voice reflexively pitched low, and soothing.

“No,” was the muffled reply as Shiro’s head flumped back down against his pillow.

A tugging need to sooth bough Keith across the room the Shiro’s bedside. He still couldn’t see much of the alpha, as an array of blankets-one of which he noted to be his-hid the man.

“Hungry?” Keith asked, holding up the bowl in his hand. An eye revealed itself from the pile. It looked warmly at Keith, but instantly turned to mistrust when he saw the bowls contents.

“Who recommended it?”

“Coran.” Keith might have gotten away with a lie, but he simply didn’t want to, not to Shiro.

The alpha let out the most pathetic growl Keith had ever heard, and he had to hold back a laugh. The look on his face probably betrayed him as Shiro buried himself back under the blankets.

Moments later he mumbled, “I’m not hungry.”

Keith set the bowl down on the side table, and sat down on the bed, leaning into the blanket pile.

“You haven’t eaten all day, you’ve got to have something.”

“Crackers,” Shiro muttered, not bringing his head up.

Keith propped an elbow onto the Shiro mound, and said, “we have food goo, or wriggly yellow things that I can never tell if there alive or dead, and I’m still not convinced Coran isn’t pulling our leg about those.”

A strained chuckle came from the blankets, followed by a worryingly long bough of wracking, chesty coughs.

Keith instantly removed his elbow, and pulled back some of the covers. Underneath, Shiro’s skin was white, with splotchy red patches around his eyes and nose. The coughs had stopped, but his breathing was still audibly laboured.

“You need a healing pod,” Keith announced, protective instincts rearing their loud head.

Before he could say more, Shiro was arguing back, “they fix injuries, not illnesses,” they’d have this conversation before.

“We don’t know till we try,” Keith began, again, and Shiro let out a low sigh, concerningly close to a whine. Instantly Keith’s instincts backed down; he was meant to be here to sooth, not agitate

A warm hand wriggled out from under the blanket, and laced itself with Keith’s.

“I’ll eat, okay? Just no more arguing with Coran about the healing pods,” Shiro said, squeezing his hand lightly. Keith nodded, squeezing back.

“No take-backs,” he murmured, making Shiro smile

“Alright,” he agreed, before turning his head up towards the bowl, “lets try this,” he paused, looking contemplative, “food.”

This time Keith laughed.

A Very Beleriand Alphabet

A is for Amrod who got set on fire
B is for Beleg impaled in the mire.
C is for Curufin, kinslayer slain,
D is for Dior left out in the rain.
E is for Elurín lost in the wood,
F is for Finrod who did what he could,
G is for Gelmir, eyes stabbed with a fork,
H is for Haldad, throat cut by an Orc.
I is for Idril who got lost at sea,
J is for jumping, a bad way to flee,
K is for Kinslayers wicked and bold,
L is for Lúthien soon growing old.
M is for Morwen, buried in a mound,
N is for Nienor both lost and found,
O for Orodreth who couldn’t hang on,
P is for Petty-dwarves, bad and then gone,
Q is for Quenya - King Thingol denied her -
R for Rochallor all robbed of his rider,
S is for Sindar who died in the end,
T is for Turín who murdered his friend.
U is for Ulmo who watched them all die,
V for Voronwë uplifted on high,
W doesn’t start names much in Elfish,
And trying to Xplain why not would be selfish,
But Y is for Youth, which got slaughtered a lot,
And Zs are for sleep, which nobody got.

February Dawn

I was tagged by @lovetheturners in a post about the first line of a work in progress -

“Shelagh had known cold winters as a child growing up in Scotland and had vivid memories of the winter of 47 when the lack of coal made things extremely difficult but this was something else altogether.“

This gave me the incentive to finally finish the story. 

I hope you like it.

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Pros of being Baz’s roommate:

1. He helps me with French

2. He buys me coffee

3. He has a really nice voice. One meant for reading poetry.

4. He’s really pretty.


Cons of being Baz’s roommate:

1. He’s REALLY pretty

2. Sometimes I think he hates me, but then he does nice things.

3. Always calls me Snow?

4. Probably plotting.


Pros of being Snow’s roommate:

1. There are none


Cons of being Snow’s roommate:

1. He snores louder than anyone I’ve ever heard.

2. He’s stupidly adorable (even if he does look like a stereotypical hipster with those dumb glasses).

3. Painfully oblivious.

4. I think I’m in love with him.


“I’m never going to learn this shit,” Simon muttered. He pulled his glasses off and dragged a hand down his face. Passé composé was confusing, and Baz’s smug superiority wasn’t helping him learn it any faster.

“You aren’t going to learn it with that attitude, Snow.”

“I need coffee.”

“You always need coffee.”

Simon flopped onto his back and glared at the ceiling. He wished he would’ve gotten his foreign language credit in high school. It was hard focusing on film when he was constantly buried under a mound of French homework.

“Are you actually pouting?”

“I need coffee,” Simon answered weakly.

“Then get your shoes on and let’s go.”

[8:30pm] u wanna meet me and spazilton 4 coffee @ the cafe near the campus courtyard?

[Penny, 8:32pm] I’d rather not get in the way of your guys’ sexual tension.


When Baz got got back to the table, a cup of hot coffee in each hand, Simon was blushing madly at his phone.

Baz felt a jealous pang when he imagined Simon talking to his girlfriend (or boyfriend, the topic of his sexuality had never come up).

I’ll never make Snow blush like that.


Fucking Penelope Bunce.


“Here,” Baz said gruffly, holding Simon’s coffee out to him as he took a seat.


The universe hated him, Baz decided. For some unknown reason, it absolutely loathed him. Here was this cute golden boy with bright smiles and even brighter eyes, and he was fucking untouchable.


“So,” Baz replied in bored tone.

Simon’s fingers were drumming nervously against the table. “Campus at night, huh?”

“Yeah, Snow, it’s dark.”

“The lights are nice.” Simon lifted his coffee to his lips and took a long drink.

Baz snorted. “What do you want to do, take a walk?”

Simon smiled sheepishly, then nodded. “Better than French homework.”



“I can’t believe she’s gone,” Newt cried over your dead body in the Medjack hut.
“I’m sorry mate, it’ll be okay,” Minho put a hand on his shoulder.
“No it won’t! Y/N was the only thing good in my life! Without her I’m nothing! There was nothing to look forward to in this hell we call a home! I’m going to go bloody mad without her. She was the only thing good in my life and now she’s gone, the bloody creators got what they want yet again and stole the only person I’ve ever loved!!” He cried over your body.
“Newt it….” Alby began but was cut off.
“No! Stop it! Nothing you can say or do will ever help me! So just shuck off!” He stormed off to the forest and sat in front of the make shift grave yard. He stayed there until they buried you and visited you everyday, talking to the mound of dirt, telling you about his day and how he misses you and hopes to see you soon. He never failed to say goodnight as he feel asleep right beside you, like he did every night before and every night to continue, because you were the only one he truly ever loved.

I hope you liked it 😁😁

Mrs. Wayne Ch. 2

18 Months Earlier

Nora pounds her fingers down hard enough to break the buttons on her phone. Her hands were shaking as she cradled the phone to her ear, her gaze focused on the chaos outside her office window.


Bruce yells into his cell phone, sounding terrified and relieved in the same breath. She could hear the wings of a chopper in the background.

“Bruce please tell me you’re seeing this?!”

“Baby you need to get out of the building. Get everybody out of the building!”

“The evacuations already started. Bruce did

The phone line went out, cutting her off.

“Bruce?” she fiddled with the receiver.“Bruce?! Dammit!”

She slams down the receiver, grabbing her jacket off her chair, tossing it on in a mad dash for the door. She crains her neck to search for stragglers in the building on her way through. Halfway down the stairs she hears a loud blast that shakes the building.


She races full speed through the mostly empty building screaming to everyone she saw to get out, move it, the city was under attack. The noise of the world outside is so loud she can hear it clearly through the steel walls. Another blast knocks her off her feet and she’s sent sprawling face first on the ground. Black spots dance around the edges of her vision as she tries to regain her sence of sight. She reaches up to touch her head where it connected with the floors and her fingers come back coated in a thick glob of blood. There’s moaning beside her. She turns her head and looks into the eyes of a security guard who’s been buried under a falling mound of debris. Sighing to herself she scrambles over to him on her hands and knees.

“Hey! Hey, hey, hey stay awake!”

His head lulls from side to side as her hands shake him. He looks up at her in confusion.

“Mrs. Wayne?”

“Ya, ya it’s me! Come on we’ve got to get out of here. The whole place is about to come down.”

He can barely move. She knows he won’t be able to walk but leaving him there breathing doesn’t cross her mind. She stumbles to her feet, almost crashing back down when a sharp pain shoots through her ankle like a bullet. But in Wayne fashion she grits her teeth and grabs the security guard by his armpits as he swings in and out of consciousness and uses all her strength to pull him in the direction of the door. She slips in water from a busted pipe and lands on her back. They get out to street just as some fighter place crashes through the sixth floor of her building.

She watches in horror as it collapses in on itself in a outpour of dust, debris, and falling wreckage. Her life doesn’t flash before her eyes while she covering the guard’s head with her body and her head with her hands but her family does. She sees her parents boarding their last plane ride, she sees Alfred preparing Thanksgiving dinner, she seems Cassandra at her prom, she sees Dick hitting himself in the face with his bo staff, she sees Jason and Tim fighting, and she sees Bruce standing in front of her in suit as the smoke begins to clear and her ears ring, just before she opens her eyes. The guard and herself are both alive but Nora has trouble getting control of herself amidst the stress. She barely finds the strength to pull him down the steps with her as she half crawls half walks down the cracked front steps of the building that are completely gone in some places.

They get to the bottom, amidst pieces of what use to be building and tipped over cars, and she lets go of him. She can’t help collapsing face first next to him on the ground. Her vision edges again with black spots, by now thick, maroon blood is running into her eye. Her body aches and screams as people shout and yell around her, for help, for loved ones, for God. The world is buring down around her. She catches sight of the ship in the sky as she closes her eyes.


Her green eyes flutter open as somebody grabs her shoulders in their large hands and yanks her around onto her side.

“No! Nora! Nora-”

Bruce feels the wind knocked out of his chest when his wife looks up into his eyes.


She whispers his name horsley and he feels the tears welling in his eyes while he grins. She’s pulled up into his lap and let’s her head fall into his shoulder, staining it with her blood and tears she didn’t know she’d been crying, as Bruce clutches her tightly. There’s another explosion above them and when she looks up she spots him. Superman charging through the sky locked in battle with another Kryptonian. She watches in daze but doesn’t catch Bruce glaring above her.

Food for Thought, Pt. 1

Inspired by this post from the headcanons in the ask box of the wonderful @jean-jehan-prouvaire. It doesn’t fit the bill exactly (because it kind of ran away from me as I was writing it) but it’s one possible take, I guess :)

“What have you got for me?” came Annalise’s clipped voice, cutting through the urgent quiet in the room and snapping five heads up from piles of books and discovery files strewn across the living room area.

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Step Three (Decfanfic, 1D, lilo)

Day 4 of the December Fanfic Meme (previous days are here).

1D, lilo, pg. Prompt: A snowball fight.

Three weeks before Christmas, it snowed for the first time.

It was fluffy and light and still looked as pretty as a postcard when they got out of lessons, Louis and Niall and Harry and Zayn all immediately ruining it by scooping it up into balls and chucking it at each other. Louis’s hands started to freeze after just the second snowball, his gloves still buried under a mound of dirty clothes in his room, but the wet and cold couldn’t distract him from his mission.

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Decorated stone, orthostat L2, Mound of the Hostages by Ursula Mattenberger
O’Sullivan, M., & na Ngiall, D., 2005, Duma na nGiall (The Mound of the Hostages),Tara. Wicklow, 246.

The Mound of the Hostages (Duma na nGiall), is the oldest visible monument on the Hill of Tara. The mound covers a passage tomb built 5,000 years ago (around 3,000 BC). It was used as a place to bury human remains for more than 1,500 years. The mound lies near the northern edge of a large enclosure called Ráith na Ríg (Fort of the Kings) which was built around 100 BC. The line of Ráith na Ríg was laid out so that the ancient mound would lie within it thus respecting its importance. The Mound of the Hostages got it name in the medieval period because it was the place where the symbolic exchange of hostages took place.
The Tara excavation project began in the early summer of 1952, directed by Seán P. Ó Ríordáin, Professor of Celtic Archaeology at University College, Dublin. In 1956, after two seasons excavation at the mound, Prof Ó Ríordáin became ill. He died in 1957. His successor, Professor Ruaidhrí de Valera completed the excavation of the Mound of the Hostages in 1959. Dr Muiris O’Sullivan completed the task of publishing the excavation Duma na nGiall - The Mound of the Hostages in 2005.