want to snuggle with the third one

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Ten

Summary: You continue to bond with the Ackles family, and start to spend more time at the Padaleckis after reading through twitter. When Jared and Jensen fly out for AHBL and you stay behind with Gen and Danneel, you start to doubt your parenting capabilities.
Words: 4.4k (4.8k with tweets)
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Danneel, JJ, Arrow, Zep, Tom, Shep (mentioned Misha and Mark S)
Warnings: angst-y, cliffhanger-y ending
Beta: @blacksiren​​ (creds for the insta post)

IKYW Masterpost

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Babysitting JJ was the best.

Over your last visits to Austin, you’d built up a good bond with her, and spending a full day with just the two of you was a lot of fun.

She wanted to talk about the baby, and you were surprised at how much knowledge she had on pregnancy.

To be honest, she probably knew more than you did.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Congrats on your 707th post! Here's a fluffy request; The RFA (and others if you want) has trouble sleeping lately (you can make up any reason). Then MC decides to snuggle with them real tight one night and they fall asleep!

So sweet! Hope you enjoy this~


  • You two had been in a pretty bad fight for the past several days
  • So bad that he’s been sleeping on the couch
  • It’s closing on the third day and you’re starting to feel empty
  • Likewise, he hasn’t been able to sleep much either
  • He hates fighting with you, and everything he said keeps coming up in his head
  • You come out of your room and lay down on the couch to talk it out
  • You two work it out, but he’s still restless after everything
  • You notice him touching his achy back from sleeping on the couch
  • So, you drag him back to bed
  • He sleeps on his stomach, one arm slung loosely around you
  • You rub circles into his back, which he finds soothing
  • He has a sleepy gaze on you the whole time and just having you close again is what sends him to sleep


  • He’s been thinking about his past a lot and everything that’s happened with his family
  • It’s been hard to sleep so he gives up
  • You wake up in the middle of the night and feel the bed empty
  • You find him in the kitchen, staring sadly into a cup of tea
  • You try to coax him to bed, but you can tell he’s not in the mood
  • Instead you get him to open up and talk about his worries
  • He gets tired as time goes on and finally you’re able to get him to bed
  • He’s usually the one to hold you at night, but this time it’s the opposite
  • You cradle his head and stroke his hair gently
  • You talk gently about random things to keep his mind off of things
  • It works, and soon enough he’s fast asleep in your arms


  • She was still getting accustomed to a new sleeping schedule after leaving Jumin’s  company
  • So it was actually no surprise to find her cleaning at 3am
  • Instead of interrupting right away, you sneak to the kitchen and make some hot cocoa
  • She’s actually lured away from cleaning by the smell
  • She finds you waiting with the warm drink so she sits across from you
  • Instead of having her fight alertness, you pull out a chess board
  • She’s skeptical at first, but plays along
  • Sure enough, her brain wears out and she’s almost nodding off at the table
  • That’s when you help her to bed
  • You start engaging in these games earlier in the night
  • Not only does it become a tradition, but she actually readjusts to a healthier sleeping schedule


  • He had a lot on his mind because of work
  • But he knew how much sleeping together at night meant to you, so he didn’t work on anything
  • But you could tell he was restless
  • He tended to shift positions a lot, tossing and turning
  • Finally you get out of bed and head into the kitchen
  • He follows you and hugs you from behind
  • “What are you doing, my darling?”
  • Jumin with his sleepy voice RIP MC
  • He finds you’re brewing him a cup of hot tea and he pecks your cheek as a thank you
  • You two both have some tea together, and near the end he holds you again
  • You feel his cheek getting warmer against your shoulder
  • Before he falls to the floor and takes you with him, you lead him back to bed where he contentedly sleeps in your arms


  • He was working on some new project or another
  • He was supposed to be in bed hours ago, but you woke up in the middle of the night to a still empty bed
  • Instead of trying to get him into bed, you brought the bed to him
  • You slowly started bringing blankets and pillows over
  • You draped them over his shoulder as he worked on the floor
  • He was still working hard as ever so you pulled out your secret weapon
  • You started stroking his head just like a cat and you could see him slowing down
  • Once he gets sleepy enough, he’ll tackle you to the ground and readjust the covers
  • He likes to cuddle up to you while you continuing stroking his hair
  • He’s off within minutes


  • He’s been having a rough few nights with his nightmares
  • One night you wake up to find him clutching you tightly
  • He’s whispering under his breath begging for you just to stay with him
  • You have to calm him first, reminding him where he is
  • You stroke his head and talk softly to  him until he’s quieter and breathing better
  • You turn on the lights to a very low setting so it’s not dark, but not bright
  • You bring him some chocolate which he munches on for a little
  • Meanwhile you sit with him and let him talk if he wants
  • And if he doesn’t, you talk about different things until he shows a little smile
  • When he’s ready to go back to sleep, he wraps his arms around you and holds you close
  • He just wants to be reassured you’re there and he’ll be fine


  • This guy has a lot of thoughts
  • Nights where he can’t sleep happens
  • You find him in another room looking troubled
  • He doesn’t open up, but says he can’t sleep
  • You grab your jackets and pull him outside for a little stroll
  • The night air is soothing to him, and he manages to either talk about his struggles or at least talk with you about something else
  • Once you catch him yawning, you bring him back inside and into bed
  • “Are you going to sleep now?” you ask as he snuggles into your arms
  • He says he’s not and his mind is still running
  • But you hold him close for a few minutes longer and he’s out

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The Secret (13)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; epilogue.

“Where are we going Mummy?” Zoe asked again for what felt like the hundredth time since you picked her up from school. With a glance at your rear-view mirror, you could see her swinging her legs excitedly. Unlike you, Zoe loved surprises but was rather impatient for them.

Following the sat-nav, you made a quick left off the main road into a more residential area. All around you were a number of tall apartment buildings, fairly new and modern. “I don’t technically know,” you replied covertly, laughing at her frown. Clearly she didn’t approve of your vagueness.

With another quick glance, you smiled at your daughter staring wide-eyed out the window, taking everything in with her child-like curiosity. “Look there’s a park,” she squealed excitedly, pressing her face up against the glass as you slowly drove past a filled playground. “Is that a swimming pool?” you heard her exclaim behind you as you turned down another road.

You have arrived at your destination.”

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Simon reminding Baz of all the times he used to be a dick to Simon to get Baz to do little things for him.

Simon: “Baz, I need a blanket, can you get me one”

Baz: “Go get it yourself.”

Simon: “Remember when you cat got your tongue’d me in third year?”

Baz: “I’ll get your blanket.”

Simon: “Thank you. Also, can you make me hot chocolate?”

Baz: “No.”

Simon: “Remember when you cat got your tongue’d me the second time?”

Baz: “You want little marshmallows in your chocolate?”


Simon: “Baz, come over and snuggle me.”

Baz: “I’m writing an essay right now.”

Simon: “Remember that time you spelled my laptop shut and I couldn’t get any homework done?”

Baz: “I’m coming.”

Simon doesn’t bring up the actual bad stuff though (like the chimera or the voice recorder incident), because he knows how bad Baz feels about them and doesn’t want to make it worse.

Merciless release

Sebastian Stan x reader

Notes: smut, fluff, (relentless) teasing, sexual frustration, punishment, swearing.

Summary: when Sebastian wakes up after a drunk-out-of-his-mind night out and finds his girl giving him the cold shoulder, he remembers what happened after he dragged his drunk ass home and knows he’s in trouble. Making it up to her is out of the question before he’s submitted to his punishment. 

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Honorary tag: @tesseractbucky because I somehow seem to keep kicking you off this thing (not on purpose, I promise!) This way it’ll hopefully not happen again!  

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

(I haven’t had a lot of time to get to work on Savages these past few days, so here’s a little something I had waiting for a time like this!)

Oh shit

Sebastian knew he was in trouble when he came up behind his girl in the kitchen, wanting to snuggle her body against his and kiss her cheek. You turned away, giving him the cold shoulder.

His mind began racing immediately; did he forget something? He went out the night before and got pretty hammered and it was already 2 in the afternoon when he rolled out of bed, but you usually didn’t give him any shit about that.

Oh god. Did he forget your birthday?! No, that’s not it, your birthday was a month ago. Did they have a fight? No, he would have remembered that..

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Matchmaker (Sam Drake x Reader)

This little thingy just popped into my head and I decided to write it. I’m working on Facing the Past too, don’t worry ;)

Also I’m writing this on mobile, so sorry if it’s shittier than usual lol

Part 2


A few days ago Elena had ask you over the phone if you could babysit Cassie, because she wanted to go out for dinner with Nate. You said yes, that little 4 year old was your weekly source of happiness. You came over once a week for a visit, to chat with your old friend Elena, and while you talked, Cassie would always play nearby, and waited for you to go join her.

She always asked her parents when would you come over again, because she really liked you, you were very kind and funny and she thought that you were pretty too, and she always said that when she grew up, she wants to be like you. She would always ask for your opinion if she got a new dress or a pair of shoes, and when she found out what was your favourite colour, suddenly it was her favourite too.

You thought that it was incredibly cute, and you felt flattered that she loved you this much, that practically she thought of you as a role model.

But you weren’t the only one she looked up to. She would always point to a picture on the wall, where she was with her uncle, Nate’s older brother, Sam. Both of them were having huge smiles on their faces, Cassie sitting on Sam’s lap and they were eating ice cream. You’ve actually never met him before, because he was travelling a lot with Sully, but every time you looked at that picture you couldn’t help the smile that always form on your lips.

That picture practically radiated happiness, with cute Cassie and that handsome uncle of hers, and remembering how she always talked about him, saying how great he was, it really started to bother you that you never had the chance to meet him.

When you knocked on the door, you heard a squeal from inside and you grinned widely. Suddenly the door opened with a giggling Cassie behind it.

“Y/N!” - she threw out her arms and you bent down to pick her up.

“Hey princess, how are you?” you asked as you kissed her cheek.

“Can we watch The little mermaid, please!” - she pleaded as she tugged at a lock of your hair playfully.

“Again?! You’ve seen that movie like 50 times already!” - you heard Nate say as he walked out of the kitchen to greet you.

He leaned over and you kissed each other on the cheek, then he ruffled his daughter’s hair.

“Of course we can watch it, then we can watch Beauty and the Beast, we can even have a Disney Marathon if you want.” - you suggested.

“Yay!” she squeled and buried her face in your neck as she hugged you.

You laughed along with Nate, then you noticed as Elena came down the stairs.

You let out an impressed whistle when you noticed her elegant blue dress and her make up.

“Oh hello there.” - Nate purred as she walked over.

Elena and you giggled and you greeted each other with a hug and with a kiss on the cheek too.

“Mommy you look like a princess!” - Cassie exclaimed happily.

“Thank you, sweetie.” - Elena poked her nose then looked at you. - “Okay the fridge is full, you two can eat anything you want, but Cassie, you have to be good for Y/N okay, do everything she says.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I mean it’s not like I haven’t babysit her before… ”

Cassie nodded.

“We’re a good team!” - she said confidently and you held up your hand for her for a high five.

She slapped your palm with hers louldly and the four of you laughed.

“Okay, well then have fun!” - said Nate as he and Elena gave a kiss to Cassie and they left you in the house.

“Okay, wanna eat first or we should start with the movie?” - you asked her as you put her down and you threw your bag in a nearby chair.


You let out a gasp and you put your hand on your chest dramatically.

“Girl, you sure you can’t read minds?”

Cassie laughed out loud and followed you into the kitchen to grab some food for the movie.

Soon, you were both snuggled up in the couch, with a big bowl of ice cream and two spoons. You both would sing along to the songs and sometimes you would say the dialogues to each other giggling when one of you messed up.

When the third Disney movie was on, you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier, and soon you fall asleep.

Sam wanted to surprise his brother, sister in law and niece by visiting them. Him and Sully weren’t supposed to come home for another two weeks, but the job went smoother than expected and now he was on his way to his brother’s house.

Well, it was a little after 9 pm so it’s really gonna be a surprise visit. He tought that maybe he should go to a hotel first, and visit in the morning, but decided against it. After all, Nate had given him a key to the house so he could go there anytime he wanted.

So with that thought he walked up to the house, opened the door and went in.

It was pretty quiet and dark inside. He found it strange, usually both Nate and Elena were still up at this time, and sometimes Cassie too.

When he walked further inside, he noticed that the tv was on, it was the only thing that made noise or gave light. He looked around but didn’t see anyone.

‘Hmm, maybe they forgot to turn it off?’ - he thought and smiled when he noticed that it was the Lion King.

He started to walk towards the couch, and when he went around it to sit down he jumped a little when he saw two figures sleeping on it. Both of them were laying on their sides. He recognised Cassie but didn’t recognise the woman behind her. One of her arms was around Cassie, and Cassie was holding into her hand in her sleep.

Sam caught himself smiling at the sight and he sat down in the armchair, his gaze flicking from the movie to the sleeping figures, then back again constantly.

When his focus was on the movie he heard a gasp and his head snapped to the couch. He saw as Cassie was looking at him with wide eyes. He grinned at her and when he saw that she was about to squeal at him as she usually did when they meet, he put his forefinger on his lips to stop her.

He stood up and walked quietly in front of the couch and kneeled down. Cassie reached out her hands and he leaned over her to give her a hug.

“Hey, Princess.” - he wishpered and heard her giggle.

“Uncle Sammy! I didn’t know you were coming home!” - she whispered back as they let go of each other.

“I wanted to surprise you.” - he smiled at her. - “Where are you parents?”

“They went out for dinner.”

Sam nodded then looked at you.

“And who is she?”

Cassie looked at you too then turned back to Sam with a big smile.

“Oh! She’s Y/N, mommy’s friend and mine too, she’s so funny and smart and kind and she’s so prettyyy!” - she rambled and Sam chuckled at her.

“Oh really?” - he noticed that you were ptetty that’s for sure. - “Tell me more about her.”

And so she began telling her uncle how she met you and what things you do when you two are together.

Sam felt himself smiling as his niece practically praised you, and his eyes constantly travelled to you. It was nice hearing how good you are with Cassie and seeing her happy made him happy too.

When he noticed that Cassie started to talk slower and her eyes shutting for a few seconds every now and then he told her to go back to sleep. She practically fell asleep on command he caressed her hair with a smile.

You jolted awake when you heard loud giggling.

You sat up on the couch and turned your head towards the kitchen. You saw Cassie sitting at the table and another figure was making pancakes. You narrowed your eyes and they instantly widened when you recognied the man from the picture.

Handsome Sam.

Both of them looked at you when they saw as your head popped out from behind the couch.

Messy hair, sleepy face, confused eyes.

And Sam felt himself grinning.

He held up a plate of pancakes for you.

“Want some?”


Lol it’s 11:16 PM and i feel like its shit but i wrote it now so… Did you like it?

Sex, Drugs and Rock N Roll

Imagine based on the song Sex Drugs and Rock ‘n Roll by Saliva requested by @dmagicreality

This ended up kinda angsty and fluffy which makes no sense if you’ve heard the song but that’s where my writing took me. Everything else I tried was just not working and that’s what I could manage with writers block. sorry not sorry for always ending my imagines with a cliff-hanger

btw I found out I suck at song imagines

Happy x Reader

Warnings:: drug use, swearing, sex mention

italic: Happy’s pov

bold: song lyrics mention/relation

Happy left to Charming three weeks ago, I didn’t really expect him to ever come back to Tacoma. Even when he went Nomad I lost hope that I’d seen him as often as I wanted to. We’d been friends with benefits, if I could call it that – we slept together, barely talked, Happy being as silent as he was didn’t help much either. I did most of the talking to be honest. He surprised me sometimes though: he bought me a present for my birthday and I hadn’t even told him when was my birthday, so that meant he went through the trouble of finding out himself. He also cracked a joke from time to time without breaking that stony façade of his.

I missed him, more than I cared to admit. A few years back I had the fame of being a bubblegum bitch for spitting out guys like they were bubblegum after I had enough of them. I wasn’t like that anymore but the fame stuck and I couldn’t put it behind me.

Before Happy left to California, he started to spend more time at my place. He used to sneak out in the middle of the night and I would wake up with one side of the bed empty and cold, but on the week before he left he came by every night and I woke up with him, sleeping right next to me. I didn’t tease him about it, but I really wanted to, especially when he snuggled closer to me.

It was the third Saturday since he left and I was home alone, blasting a rock ‘n roll song through my entire apartment as I smoked a blunt. My hair was up in bun and I had on sweatpants and a white bra, bare feet as I danced around. My weekends were boring now that Happy wasn’t here, so I needed something to distract me.

The song ended, giving enough of a pause so I could listen to my doorbell ringing incessantly. I frowned, putting down my blunt and planting my feet on the ground. It was late, almost 9pm. I didn’t get visitors – not ever. It was probably a neighbor coming to complain about the loud music. The next song started and I pressed the pause button on the stereo.

The doorbell kept ringing.

“In a minute!” I yelled as I searched around my living room for a shirt.

Whoever was on the other side of the door was not having it and kept pressing the doorbell. I finally found a white tank top between my couch cushions and pulled it on as I made my way to the door.

“I said in a minute, bitch!” I said as I swung the front door open. “Oh.”

Happy pressed the doorbell one more time and then dropped his hand to the side of his body. He looked the absolute same since I last saw him, even had the same white t-shirt beneath his kutte, the chain hanging low on his pants. I stared at him, waiting for him to say something.

Having her eyes on him was almost a relief. He loved the way she looked at him. There was never any fear on her eyes since the moment they met and she had heard things about him. She had heard his brothers in the Tacoma charter calling him the Tacoma Killer more than once and yet she never asked. He figured she was too scared to ask but as time came by he realized that maybe she didn’t care, or maybe she didn’t ask because she wanted him to simply tell her. He liked to think it was that.

She didn’t care about his reputation and he didn’t care about hers.

She talked a lot and he was hoping that that would help him, maybe she would talk enough to empty his mind out of worry. The club was his everything but he couldn’t deny that sometimes it wore him out. The life was tough - it was shooting straight through the night and breaking down doors to get whatever the club needed. Rarely ever it was ordinary and that was what he wanted from time to time. He needed a break from bringing pain. But he didn’t know what to do. Only thing he knew was that he just needed her, she would make it better, somehow.

He rode his bike all the way from Charming straight to Tacoma just to see her, hear her voice. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t crave her touch as well.

Feel like I’m going insane without you, girl,” he admitted, his voice very low on his throat.

Her brows shot up, her pretty lips parting while she stared at him. He immediately regretted saying it when he watched her reaction but then he saw the glint in her eyes when she pulled her blank expression back together. She couldn’t conceal the feeling in her eyes, not like he could, and she was looking at him the exact same way she looked at him when he wished her a happy birthday and gave her a present. She seemed absolutely delighted.

His gruff voice made my skin tingle in the most unexpected way. It was like my whole body missed him, right down to my soul. And as much as I wanted to jump in his arms I restrained myself. He could’ve just said that. Maybe he was high. It wouldn’t be the first time he came knocking on my door while high.

“You need to tell me if you’re for real, Hap, I can’t be sure with you looking at me like that.” I said, watching him closely so I wouldn’t miss anything.

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” he knitted his brows together.

I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You never look like you’re kidding, baby,” the pet name escaped my mouth and I pressed my lips together, hoping that wouldn’t make Happy frown or grimace at the name.

“I’m not kidding, little girl. I need you.” For the first time in forever I saw Happy’s face shift, leaving that emotionless expression behind and truly allowing emotion to show through.

“What does that mean exactly?” I asked, my heart hammering inside my chest.

I needed him too, but not for a night stand. I found that I needed to be with him and I couldn’t stand it if he said he just wanted my body. The past three weeks had been the loneliest weeks of my life. I hadn’t realized how fast my days went by when Happy was near – after he left, life was slow, uneventful. Before he left, I knew that I would find him on my living room watching cartoons when I got home and when he wasn’t there I knew that he would appear in the middle of the night and wake me up to have sex. Afterwards I’d tell him about my day and he’d nod, never saying much when I asked him about his day, then I’d sleep with my head on his chest.

“Come back to Charming with me,” he finally said, putting my fear to rest. “I can’t live there without you.”

I smiled broadly, curling my fingers and toes so I wouldn’t launch myself over him.

“Are we going right now? Because I need to get my shit together… Might need some help with that, actually.”

Suddenly Happy’s hands were on me, gathering me up against his chest and pulling me off the ground. My feet swung in the air while I laughed, meeting his dark eyes. I realized, more than a little startled, that Happy was grinning – I’d never seen his lips do more than a twitch before and now I was seeing teeth and joy in the face of a man that was known as extremely dangerous around Tacoma.

“Whatever help you need, girl,” he said, walking inside my apartment with me glued to him. He kicked the door once we were in and the door closed with a slam. “But only after I get your hands on me.”

Blanket Thief (Charlie McAvoy)

Anonymous said:

Omg that was amazing!! Since there’s not that much written about him, I’d like to request another one: basically it’s freezing in Boston and he keeps taking the readers sheets during the night bc he’s cold, so she gets up and tries to sleep on the couch or something, but he feels bad and they cuddle (Charlie mcavoy again haha) hope that made sense

Word count: 754

Author’s note: Damn Tumblr, back at it again with the lack of McAvoy gifs

Originally posted by jackeichels

It’s freezing in Boston.

Of course, this isn’t some groundbreaking piece of news. It’s usually pretty cold in Boston during the winter months. But today, the high was only five degrees, something that you’re not all too thrilled about. When night falls, though, it’s absolutely bitter out. It seems like no matter how many layers you throw on or how high you turn the temperature, it still remains just as cold in the apartment as it is outside. You’re sure that it seems like you’re being dramatic, but you’re just a naturally cold person, so cold weather doesn’t really agree with you.

When you and Charlie had first gone to bed, it had been nice. You were warm in a pair of fluffy sweatpants and one of Charlie’s hoodies, a pile of blankets on top of both of you and Charlie’s arms slung around you. You had easily fallen asleep, being warm for the first time all day.

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anonymous asked:

Can you please write a Sam imagine based on Kiss The Air by Scott Alan? It's PERFECT for a SPN fic 😂

This fucking hurt to write. Ouch. Consider this your angst warning.

Kiss The Air

Sam always thought he could love again, after Jessica. His heart was broken, yes, but he could move on eventually, and he knew that. The day he met you, he realized that maybe you were it, you were his second chance at love. 

You built a life together, one that never had to involve marriage or children or the white picket fence fairytale that so many people had dreamed of when they were young. You didn’t need that with Sam, you just needed him, the way he was - rugged, hard to break, emotions tucked away from the world. 

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Stiles Stilinski College Imagine

A/N: First imagine so if you don’t like it, I don’t either. I mostly wrote this cause I’m watching Criminal Minds and Reid always reminds me of Stiles.

SUMMARY: late night cuddles and dudes peeing sitting down.

If you guys like it I already have a follow up floating around in my head


You had been up since 5 am and it was currently 12:41. Needless to say you were tired, but Stiles wanted to watch Criminal Minds on his laptop with you for a while. You wanted more than anything to crawl into your own crappy little bottom bunk back at your dorm room in the Malcom building and be dead to the world but how could you refuse an enthusiastic Stiles? He even had popcorn with Cajun spice and dollar store mango juice! Turning him down would basically be sacreligious.

So now you’re here, laying on Stiles’ chest whilst looking at his makeshift tv (he really just balanced his computer on one of the thick wooden guard rails on the end of his bunk). He’s flat on his back and you’re curled up in a mock fetal position with one of your legs hitched up on his knee. This has become your default over the past two years of dating your absolute goober of a boyfriend.

You met at orientation for freshman year over your shared enthusiam and later bonded over the love of a mental challenge and shakes at Harbor House Café. You both excelled mentally but lacked enthusiasm in high school because the curriculum was too strict and neither of you wanted to waste time on menial things like citing sources or making power points reviewing the same Shakespeare act for the third time. Thank god he has the same humor as you, seeing as that’s really the only thing you look for in a partner.

On screen you see “Executive Producer: Mark Gordon” and the outtro music plays so you snuggle your head farther into his chest.

“You down to start season eight? The bio on this one says the guy sews his victims’ mouths shut. Uck.” He sticks his tongue out in light disgust.

“Sounds disgusting. Let’s do it,” you say. “I’m not promising that I won’t fall asleep though. I had my Harper lecture this morning, remember?”

“Oh yeah! Screw that guy and his color coded whiteboard. Did I tell you about the time I drew a blue dick on his red board?” You lift your head to look at his profile in response.

“That was you? Huh,” you lay your head down again, “not very creative of you but he bitched about it for the rest of last semester so that deserves some sort of commendation.”

You feel him shift his head to look at you for a minute before he spoke. “Commendation? Do I get a prize or a medal or something? A certificate at the very least.”

Smile spreading on your face you say, “You’re pushing it, Stilinski.”

“How about a kiss from a lovely lady?”

He grabs your chin and you easily lean up to meet him half way. His lips are soft with a dry patch or two, something you’re used to by now. You tell him all the time to bring chapstick to class but he conveniently forgets. You two bicker like an old Jewish married couple and every time you two get in one of your tangents together, Allison gives you this heartwarming smile. You talked to her about it once. She said she’s glad that Stiles finally found his soulmate.

You couldn’t agree more.


Scott: you want to wHAT?

you’ve never said shit about this before???

Stiles: I dunno man I mean

I just love her. Not to get all sappy or whatever but I just want every night to be like this

Scott: well yeah! Doesn’t she have to move out of Malcom the same time you do anyway?

Stiles: yeah it’d be perfect

if she says yes

oh shit man what if she doesn’t say yes

Scott: downhill spiral here we come

Stiles: what if she breaks up with me????

Scott: wait what

Stiles: maybe I’m moving too fast

she’d probably hate living with me man! What do I do? I leave my shit all around my room and barely do dishes and wear my Spider-Man tee

its been two years and she still hasn’t seen that disgusting shirt. Its become my only secret from her

Scott: what about the fact that you peed sitting down until you were fourteen?


Scott: calm down man, remember how she lives? Its spotless. She fucking loves cleaning. Maybe don’t wear the shirt every single night since it looks like Gordon Ramsay’s dish towel but ya'know

Stiles: you think she’d want to move in?

Scott: you said she came over after Harper and a 9 hour shift. That’s love my man


what made you want to move in with her?

like what was the realization????

Stiles: if you judge me I swear to god I’ll rip off your little dog testicles

Scott: wtf chill

Stiles: so we’re laying in bed watching tv right and I told her about the dick I drew on Harper’s whiteboard. And she doesn’t know about it and I realize that I kinda want to know everything about her and I want her to know everything about me. Like we can go a day without speaking because we both have a fuck ton of classes AND work and I don’t want that. I want to be able to come home to her and laugh with her every day and like. I dunno share my life with her I guess.

Scott: *wedding bells*

Stiles: eat ass and die McCall

Scott: ask her or I’ll ask her for you

now go to bed it’s almost 1:30

Stiles: ugh you’re no fun



The First Time (Smut)

REQUESTED: Alright then lets see. Right now Im need of some cute and akward first time smut with shawn like idk… like smth really fluffy and cute. I just really need that and Id be so happy cause youre freakin amazing! Anyways thank you and keep going!

Hope this was alright OP. I really strugged to write it for some reason. I’m sorry, if it’s not what you were hoping for.

“Shawn what are you doing?” You said pulling away from his touch.

“I’m playing with your hair.” He pulled you closer again. “Come here.”

You rolled your eyes and moved back into his shoulder, which as always was warm and engulfing. As Shawn played with your hair you knew he wasn’t paying attention to the T.V.

After a bit of watching you turned your head up to look at Shawn. “Are you even watching this? You’re the one who suggested watching Harry Potter…again.”

“Oh, fine fine.” He said annoyed that you were questioning him on his attentiveness.

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Live While I Can (Part 2)


(1,432 words)  This is loosely based on  Meghan Trainor - Like I’m Gonna Lose You ft. John Legend 

Warnings: I’M NOT A DOCTOR, Swearing, Sickness, sad Tom 

A/N: This just like Ruin the friendship was never meant to have a part two but now its gonna have three parts. This part is 400 words shorter than the last but if i tried to stretch it out anymore the story would get watered down so sorry. Plz send me questions and requests I’m running out of ideas lol!

Masterlist  Part One  ASK BOX (Requests)   ENJOY!   Part Three

Opening the closet, you run your hands along the long row of scarves, taking a black one with gold trim you go to the vanity. Letting out a sad sigh as you look in the mirror you see a shell of the women you once were, your eyes are glazed over, your once rosy cheeks not pale and caved in, running your hand over your bald head you gently place the scarf on what was once your hairline and wrap your head in the soft fabric. A sharp pain in your side makes you hiss as you stand, the world goes out of focus as you stumble forward. Taking a deep breath, you walk downstairs to see Tom putting the kettle on. “Good choice” he says when he sees you. Giving a weak smile, you pick up the bowl of pills he laid out for you, popping them in your mouth you take a gulp of water to wash them down grimacing at the feeling. When going to refill you glass the pain returns this time its tenfold, grabbing your side and letting out a loud wince the glass falls to the floor shattering. Rushing to your side Tom hold you as you battle the pain away “It’s back” he asks guiding you to the kitchen table, “No, I woke up this morning saying, hey today I’m gonna drop a cup and break it.” Tom laughs and grabs the broom.

“What do you want for breakfast” he asks sweeping up the mess. “I’m not hungry” you say holding your head in your hands “You have to eat something, can’t the the pills on an empty stomach.” He says kissing your head “It taste like ash in my mouth” you say with a frown “I know, but you have to eat, I’ll make you some…” he says searching the pantry “Pancakes?” he asks giving him a small smile he begins making breakfast. Tessa comes over to you and sits at your feet, she does that a lot lately. It’s been six months since you got the news, six more than expected, six months of chemo and radiation, six months of pills and tests, but also six months of being with Tom. When the chemo started hitting hard he insisted you move in, he took such good care of you. But a part of you hated that he did, he was giving up his life for you, he is young and hot and every day you question why he stays with you, a dying girl dating a movie star. In what world is there a happy ending, but every time you try to talk to Tom he waves it off or gets very defensive.

Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a sudden, intense nausea that rushes through your body. Running to the bathroom you make it to the toilet and begin violently vomiting, knocking on the door Tom asks if you’re alright. Instead of answering you sit silently on the floor of the bathroom wiping your mouth as you begin to sod. The sound of Tom’s concerned call from the other side of the door get more and more desperate the longer you go without responding. Defeated on the floor you silently sod, heart breaking, body shaking the door bursts open. “Don’t fucking scare me like that” Tom says flushing the toilet. Reaching for you he tries to pick you up, swatting away his arms he pleads for you to take his hand but you won’t. Sitting down defeated “Please talk to me, love” his voice soft and full of worry “W-why are you doing this?” you ask through a sod “I do it because I love you, you know that, don’t you”

“I’m dying, Tom, you’re wasting time with me” scooting farther away from him as if your dangerous. “Don’t say that, you are not going to die [Y/N], you’re not leaving me” he says grabbing you and pulling you close “You could be with anyone you wanted, any beautiful woman you wanted.” You cry into his chest “I don’t want any other girl, I want you, as for beauty you’re the most beautiful woman in the whole world.” He stands and holds out a hand “Come on lets, get you cleaned up and fed.”

Getting home from chemotherapy feeling like dry husk of person, everything hurt your arms, your legs, even your fucking hair. Laying on the couch you fall into a fitful sleep full of nightmares. Your head was pounding, you’ve never felt pain this intense you had it all stabbing, shooting, burning, aching pain everywhere in your body. In the kitchen you can’t hear someone rustling around, you try to call out but you mouth won’t form words, you try to move but your limbs are stiff and cold. As panic sets in silent tear escape your eyes, you need help but you couldn’t get it. Barking, wild frantic barking, claws on tile, more barking, then the loud ringing when through tears you see Tom standing above you shaking you.

Someone was holding your hand, whoever is was, was crying. Where were you, how did you get there. If you open your eyes all will be reveled so why did you want to keep them close, you wanted to keep them closed because the second you open your eyes you’d be you again you’d be the girl in so much pain, you didn’t want to fight anymore, you’re so weak and frail. For a moment the grip on your hand tightens and the person connected says “Please come back to me, I need you, please” it was Tom he sounded exhausted. What were you thinking, you couldn’t go not now, not ever, and somehow somewhere deep inside a power awakened and you felt as though you could do anything. “Maybe you should kiss her, then she’ll wake up” you joke out of the side of your mouth your voice hoarse. Tom laughs into your hand and places a kiss on your lips when he pulls away you open your eyes “My handsome prince” you say with a smile “Tessa’s the real hero though.” caressing your cheek he presses the call nurse button. “How long have I been out?” you ask as Tom kisses your hand “Day and a half” “When was the last time you slept” you ask rubbing his arm “I can’t when I close my eye all I see is…” he turns his head and wipes a tear away.

The door next to you open and Tom walks in with Tessa. After a lot of back and forth you finally got him to get out of the house today, after the accident Tom was in full on protector mode. Monitoring your food intake, your levels, how often you had pain, it came from a good place but you needed some time for yourself. “Hey, babe hope you’re hungry” you say placing two plates on the table. “Hey, what’s all this” he says kissing your cheek “You’ve been taking care of me for so long the least I can do is make you dinner.” You say sitting across from him “I got you something” he says handing you a bag “Tommy” you say smiling and opening the package. Inside is a beautiful lavender scarf with a beautiful design. “It’s gorgeous, Tom” pulling the pin from the scarf your wearing you wrap the new one around your pale head “Just like you” he says picking up his fork.

“Feeling better” Tom asks rubbing your arm as you snuggle deeper into his chest “A little” you lied, actually you felt like shit but you couldn’t let Tom know. After dinner you had energy and didn’t wanna crash so you asked Tom if he wanted to snuggle up and watch something on TV but half way through the second Harry Potter movie you felt tired and nauseous but he was having such a good time you knew this because every five minutes he would say “This is nice” and kiss your head. He was so peaceful and warm you didn’t want to move but when the third movie ended he kissed your head one last time and asked if you were ready for bed. Nodding you stood a little too quickly and the world begins to spin and that hellish ringing returns. Putting your hand to your head you try to take a step but the world falls out from under you and you tip forward. A pair of strong hand grad your shoulders steading you “You al’right, love” Tom asks walking with you hand and hand to the bedroom “Just stood too fast” gripping the handrail for dear life!

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Prank Wars; Part 2

A/N:  Okay, what had intended to be a one shot has turned into, another series. I am so sorry, I haven’t updated my others yet, I work two jobs and do martial arts classes, so I am never near my computer. And when I am, I’m exhausted.

Part 1: Here

Pairings: Female Reader x Bucky x Thor x Loki

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff (a little)

Word Count: 2,100+

Blurb: After your prank war with Bucky ended in a truce, you and Bucky have decided to team up against Thor.

“Okay, but what about this one–” Bucky thrust his phone at your face; it was some lame hipster pulling a prank on YouTube.

“No, it’s too lame” you sighed, pushing his phone away.

“But, its Thor, they don’t have to be up to your standard of pranks, how will he know?”

“Barnes, I am going to teach you the art of pranks”

“NOOOOOOOOPE!” Steve yelled from the doorway, startling both you and Bucky. “You will not start another prank war! That last one caused Thor to go off planet, I thought Bruce might have a heart attack and I’m still trying to clean up all the magnets around the place.

You and Bucky giggled, Steve put his hands on his hips and frowned at the pair of you.

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A sleepless night with Phil (and Daniel)

Summary: Phil stared up at the ceiling and sighed. He’d been awake for hours, in fact, he never actually fell asleep. Him being himself he hadn’t managed to figure out that chocolate covered coffee beans contained… well, coffee. Who would’ve known, certainly not Phil.

(In which Phil tries to film a sleepless night with Phil video but dan will barely let him get out of bed. Tooth rotting fuff) 

Word count: 1,4k

Warnings: Utter fluff.

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Ok….please don’t laugh at me. This is the first I’ve ever written something going this far into explanation. I hope it doesn’t make you cringe.

I will try to get a Ravi chapter out soon. Expect fluffy fluffiness and a bit of sexy Ravi….maybe.

Anyway, here goes nothing…


“What do you mean by ‘a green light’?”

“Just exactly that. After I saw you sink to the floor, I freaked out and screamed. I was going to push him away but I hadn’t even touched him before this green light came from my hands and knocked him into the wall.”

“So, basically you "Kamehameha’d” him?“

"I’m being serious!”

You slapped Taekwoon’s thigh next to you. You both had woke up early and, thankfully, the power was back on. You started explaining to Taekwoon what you had done after he’d been stabbed. He had brought you over to sit between his legs and pulled the comforter around you both.

“I know. I’m sorry. Please continue.” His arms came around your waist and rested there.

“There’s not much more than that. After all that, I panicked and ran to Unni’s apartment. Is that something that goes along with hybrid stuff? I’ve been feeling weird since then, too.”

“I’ve never heard of anything like that. Maybe I can ask JangPil. "Are you feeling really bad?”

“No, I just feel….off. I don’t know how to explain it. Like it drained my energy or something.”

“I’m glad you got a lick in on him, though. Little bastard deserved it.”

You played with the hem of the comforter and snuggled in further.

“I never thought he would be like that. He used to be so nice.”

“Oh, yes, we need to talk about that. I believe you said you liked him?” His legs squeezed around you, causing you to smile slightly.

“Used to. Past tense. He was one of the first guys I met when I came here for school. At the time, he was so sweet and helped me learn Korean. He would always do this thing where he would grab my face, look into my eyes, and tell me that he was going to download Korean into my brain. I used to think it was the cutest thing. Now, I know he was just trying to connect my mind to his. I should have known though. He never really showed much interest beyond that. I held onto that crush for a good three years before he stopped all contact with me.”

When Taekwoon didn’t say anything, you turned to look at him. His eyes were narrowed and red. He seemed rather pissed off.

“Taekwoon?” He snapped out of it when you said his name. He looked up at you and smirked. Well…that was a dangerous look.

“Taekwoon, are you okay?” You turned around and sat on your heels.

“I’m fine. Just controlling the urge to tear him apart.” He smiled but it was edged with something else fatal. “Now I’m kind of pissed that I didn’t get to beat the shit out of him.”

“He probably would have liked it anyway.”

“Sick bastard. You were right, you know. He wanted someone to hit him. His whole body was humming with anticipation.”

“He probably wouldn’t have stabbed you though if I hadn’t called him out on it.”

“He would have found another reason anyway. Don’t dwell in it.” He tucked your hair behind your ears and pulled on one of your ear lobes.

Suddenly, an embarrassing thought crossed your mind. Taekwoon noticed and smiled.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head? I can feel the gears turning.”

You mustered up all the courage you had in you and asked.

“D-do you have any?” You couldn’t make eye contact with him. If you did, you would lose your will to carry on the conversation.

“Any what, love?”

“You know…”

“No, I don’t.” He joined his hands behind your back and pulled you a bit closer.

“Any, um, you know…..k-kinks? Things you like….like that?” Your face was burning. You still couldn’t believe you asked that. You heard him chuckle so you finally looked at his face. His eyes took on a lovely glow and he smiled sinfully. Your heart kicked up and it only served to widen his smile.

“Why do you want to know?”

Your eyes widened at his question. Was it too foward? Did he not want to tell you? Maybe he wanted to keep it a secret.

“You don’t have to tell me. Honest! I was just curious! We can talk about something else.”

“Well, if you really want to know, I have a couple. Wanna guess what they are?”

“I have no idea….uh…oh! I know! Biting!”

He nodded and laughed. You had to bite down the urge to crawl under the floor after saying that outloud.

“I think any Starlight could guess that though. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had that conversation with another f–”

His eyebrows raised at what you had said. You had never talked about being a fan before you’d met him. And he never asked.

“What kind of conversations?”

Your mind searched for ways to change the subject.

“Oh, nothing important. Just how nice your voice was, how well you danced, and the musicals you did. Stuff like that.”

“No, you said you had conversations about me biting people.”

“J-just in passing. Whenever there was a photo released or something, usually with JaeHwan as the victim. We just noticed is all.”

He sat there for a moment, turning things over in his brain. A slow smile spread on his face.

“You like it too.” You gave up. He was too good at reading you. You buried your head in your hands and collapsed on his chest. This conversation had gone south, really quick.

“So, basically, you like my animal side. The eyes, growling, and biting.”

Worried that he might think that was all you liked, you raised back up.

“No! Well, I do. But thats only part of what I love! I love all of you! I swear, I do! Oh goodness, this was supposed to be about me learning more about you and it flipped around on me!” You flopped your head down on his chest again and you could feel him chuckle. You groaned at his amusement.

“I know, sweetheart. I was just messing around with you. I love that you like the animal side of me. It certainly responds to you.” His hands found their way under your shirt to lightly caress your back. You smiled and snuggled into his chest.

“Do you really want to know another one?” You looked at him and nodded. “Promise not to think I’m a freak that should be avoided at all costs?” Again, you nodded. “Promise never to run away from me again?” Rolling your eyes, you nodded for the third time.

Suddenly, he grabbed your waist and lifted you. When he set you down, you were straddling one of his thighs. You looked up at him, curious. His eyes slowly started to glow as he lifted his leg at a low angle. If it weren’t for his hands on your waist, holding you steady, you would have fallen forward.

“Hands on my shoulders.” You quickly obliged, confused at his actions. You looked down at your position but still couldn’t figure out what he was doing.

“Look at me.” You brought your eyes up to meet his still glowing eyes. Your eyes widened when you could feel him tense the muscle in his thigh. You hadn’t changed from the previous night so you still had his oversized shirt on over just your underwear.

Finally, he pulled you towards him and you inhaled sharply. The feeling of your barely-clad center moving slowly over his thigh had you gasping for air. He moved you until you were flush against his stomach. You swallowed hard and looked up at him. Your hands were clenched on his shoulders and your lower half ached. His eyes met yours and your desire increased ten-fold. He must have sensed it because he smiled.

“Good?” His voice was gravelly from his own desire.

“Yeah.” Your own voice came out breathy and you had only a second to recover before his lips took yours. He moved his lips excruciatingly slow over yours as his hands moved you back across his thigh. He swallowed the gasp you released before bringing you quickly back down to rest at his stomach. You held onto his shoulders for dear life as he released your mouth and traveled down your neck. He repeated his torture for a few more moments as he flicked his tongue over your tattoo before moving down to bite your collarbone. Desperate for more, you rolled your hips experimentally over his thigh. The movement earned you a deep growl as his arms wrapped around your waist. He quickly flipped you so that you were underneath him. You whined a bit at the loss of contact with his leg.

“There will be plenty of time for that later. Right now, I want you underneath me.”

anonymous asked:

Hey just outta curiosity, do you know many fake relationship fics? They're my No. 1 Fave (just like u) thank youuuuuu ❤

Thank you anon friend! Here are some fake relationship fics for you;

Handcuffs by fantasyfiend09 (7k)
Draco is celebrating his 30th birthday with his parents on their private island. Showing up without a date is not an option.

Are You There God? It’s Me, Draco by floweringjudas (24k)
Harry and Draco are straight Aurors. Then they’re gay teachers. It makes sense in context.

Date Blindness by Cheryl Dyson (24k)
Harry thought he was perfectly happy until Hermione decided to set him up on a blind date.

The Venice Job by nishizono (27k)
Harry Potter was one of the youngest Aurors in history. He was the Boy Who Lived, and the Boy Who Lived Again. He loved Guinness and Quidditch, and hated pineapple. He wrote letters to Hagrid every Thursday, and on Sundays, he visited Hermione and Ron. Harry Potter was also not gay.

What You Do With Your Life, A.H.K.B.C.B. (After the Hero Kills the Batshit Crazy Bastard) by oldenuf2nb (40k)
Draco Malfoy had waited years in hope of seeing Harry Potter utterly humiliated…

The Gentlewizard Club by @sophiefrench77 (28k)
Draco wants what Draco wants. And if he has to snuggle up to Harry to get it, well, surely, Draco can handle that. Problem is, not sure Harry can. [sequel A Madness Most Discreet ]

In Which Harry is Magnetic North and Draco Is An Idiot by bryoneybrynn (14k)
For as long as he can remember, Draco’s been bringing fake dates to his family’s annual Yuletide celebration in order to evade his mother’s matchmaking. This year, Potter’s posing as his pretend boyfriend. But as the party gets underway, it gets unclear who’s playing who, who’s pretending what, who’s not pretending at all, and what the game really is. Confused? Yeah, so is Draco…

Drawing Down the Moon by scoradh (21k)
After breaking up with Blaise, a drunken Draco begs Harry Potter for help in winning him back. In a fit of misguided philanthropy (plus one or two ulterior motives) Harry agrees. In the midst of the ensuing chaos, at least one person falls in love.

A Convenient Impracticality by @firethesound (38k)
Somehow Harry ends up agreeing to a fake relationship with his ex-nemesis-turned-friendly-acquaintance-with-benefits, except for some reason it involves an awful lot of actual dating and, sadly, not much sex. Confused? Harry is too, but when has anything with Draco Malfoy ever been as straightforward as it seems?

Quick, Malfoy. Kiss me. by digthewriter (10k)
Harry thinks kissing Malfoy is a good way to keep all the girls away. Draco thinks kissing Potter will make people stop bothering him. Everybody wins!

Reparatio by astolat (17k)
Draco snorted. “I’m not reduced to penury. I want something considerably beyond money, and I rather think you’re the only one can give it to me.”
“You want the Invisibility Cloak,” Harry said, flatly. He’d half expected as much; it was the only thing he had that Draco could want—
“Don’t be stupid, Potter,” Draco said. “I want my reputation back.”

Twice Yours by @asexualsiriusblack (10k)
Draco needs Harry to pretend to date him at a family event in order to manipulate Lucius. Draco also needs to pretend to date Pansy at the same family event so that he can pretend to be straight around Narcissa. Only one of those fake relationships is built upon a long-standing crush - and it doesn’t involve Pansy.

Bad Faith in Name, But Gracious in Nature by megyal (13k)
Wizarding children have developed a life-threatening condition caused by an old curse. The cure is to be found in the Malfoy Library; surprisingly, Malfoy is willing to help, but only if Harry helps improve his standing in the Wizarding community. (Contains a fair amount of Ted ‘Teddy’ Lupin.)

Dragon Tamer by jennavere (114k)
Desperate to avoid an arranged marriage, Draco convinces Harry to pretend to be his boyfriend. What follows is an epic romantic comedy involving scheming, snogging, silliness, shagging, snarky boys, superstars, singing, shagging, snuggling, secrets, sex gods, shagging, and a bunny named Draco Lucius Malfoy the Third. (Explicit version Dragon Tamer Uncensored: The Naughty Version)

There Is Always the Moon by @firethesound (159k)
Draco’s life after the war is everything he wanted it to be: it’s simple, and quiet, and predictable, and safe. But when a mysterious curse shatters the peace he’d worked so hard to build, there’s only one person he can trust to help him. After all, Harry Potter has saved his life before. Now Draco has to believe that Potter will be able to do it one more time. (A remix of If the Sun Goes Black by pasdexcuses)

Decoy Dilemma by dysonrules (39k)
Auror Potter and Counsellor Malfoy return to Hogwarts in order to protect their children from a man who has vowed revenge. Of course, it’s quite a lot more complicated than that.

Plus One, and Only by olimakiella (32k) 
When the love of Draco’s life sends him an invitation to his wedding, Draco desperately tries to find a date for it that’s hot enough to make the man jealous so he can break up the wedding and keep the groom for himself. Then he meets Harry Potter in a cafe one early morning, among the Knockturn Alley crowd, and takes a chance to hire him as a date. When Harry eventually says yes, Draco rejoices, but as he spends a week with the man by his side, and as they learn more about each other, Draco realises his love for the groom is slowly disappearing.

What Are Friends For? by cassie_black (10k) 
It was bad enough when Ron started mooning over Pansy Parkinson – all day, every day. But now he wants Harry to date Draco Malfoy, just so he can get in Pansy’s knickers. Harry’s a good friend usually, but is he that good a friend?

Left My Heart by Emmagrant01 (85k)
Auror Draco Malfoy has disappeared, and Harry Potter has been sent to San Francisco to find him. [Sequel Surrender the Grey]
I know it says Draco/Lucius as a warning in the sequel, but it doesn’t actually have Malfoycest, if you want more info about it feel free to message me.

The Love That Has To Keep Shouting Its Name aka Hero Harry’s Attention-Seeking Actions a Huge Howl for Help by twistedmiracle (41k) 
In which Harry fights with the Wizarding press, befriends a Muggle role model, explores his political-activist side, and buys rather a lot of flowers.

Brevis Birch’s Brilliant Boondoggle by DevientGrey (12k)
“You,” Birch pointed at the two flabbergasted Seekers again, “will pretend to be in a long term, committed relationship. You will do interviews and photo shoots, go on dates, buy one another gifts, make with the PDA, all of it.”

The Plan by Alaana Fair (8k)
Harry and Draco are both happy with their playboy lifestyles, but their friends have other ideas. 

A Lucrative Arrangement  by leo_draconis (16k)
Draco is desperate to avoid the arranged marriage his parents are still trying to thrust on him and looks for a way out. In walks Harry Potter.

Make it Good by fr333bird (9k)
Harry and Draco are Auror partners who go undercover as rent-boys at a brothel. In order to get into the brothel they have to have sex in front of the owner. And they have to make it look good. 

Welcome to Holding Hands by simeysgirl (18k)
Harry and Draco, Auror partners extraordinaire, work perfectly together in the field. It’s every other minute of the day that they have arguments. Having had enough, Kingsley, gives them a choice: sort out their problems or they’re off the force. Deciding that they’d really rather keep their jobs, they go to counselling, but the therapy isn’t quite what they expected.

Tempus Fugit by Stylophile (97k)
A monumental cock-up in Potions leaves Harry and Draco contending with more than mutual enmity, and a strong desire to utter all manner of profanities. Slash, sex and slurred words ensue.

The Consequences of Contradiction by halfpennybuddha (15k)
We Won’t Say ‘We Told you So’ - Harry Potter is tired of his friends constantly getting the wrong idea no matter how hard he protests, so he takes matters into his own hands.

For Love of a Family by icicle33 (30k)
A series of attacks by a group of neo-Death Eaters causes the Ministry to implement a new set of restrictions on former Death Eaters and their children. When Scorpius falls ill, Draco decides that he will do anything to save his son, even if it means marrying Harry Potter.

Never Feel the Burning Light by @carpemermaid​ (48k)
When it falls to Draco to restore his family name to its former glory the road ahead of him is long, but with Harry Potter’s help and a plan that is just this side of ridiculous he just might succeed at accomplishing his goals and getting what he wants. What neither of them plan on is falling in love along the way.

Happy Birthday, Ron

Wine, Ron Weasley mused, was one of the best parts of getting older. He’d foolishly refused the stuff in his teens and most of his twenties, opting instead for the burn of Firewhiskey. It was almost a point of pride that he’d hit his thirties before he got tired of the intensity of the whole stuff, but as soon as Hermione had offered him a glass of the sweet wine she preferred, he knew he’d found a new drink of choice. It left a pleasant warmth in his stomach and a content smile on his face, and if he was being honest, it tasted much better than anything he’d had on a night out with Harry. 

So on his thirty-fifth birthday, he’d asked only for a bottle of wine and an evening on the sofa with his wife. The only snag they’d hit was that Ginny was out of town for the Prophet, leaving Harry with their rambunctious brood, both Ron’s and Hermione’s parents had planned evenings out, and when they’d asked around for a babysitter at the Burrow the weekend before, Ron’s other siblings had pretended to have gone momentarily deaf whenever he’d start to utter his request. 

Hermione had a hunch this had something to do with Rose’s newfound affinity for asking anyone near enough about the history of both the magical and muggle worlds, and correcting wrong answers by spewing more facts in one breath than Ron had picked up in the entirety of his History of Magic lessons at Hogwarts. Most of the time, it was lovely to have such a well-read, intelligent child, and Ron and Hermione did their best to encourage her. Still, the “correcting” part of the phase wasn’t exactly anyone’s favorite, and Hermione hadn’t been terribly pleased when Ron had pointed out that they’d likely never hear the end of it, since her know-it-all phase had never gone away.

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anonymous asked:

How would Hanzo, Mccree and Zarya react spending their first Christmas with s/o???

That’s right Christmas is in like 3 weeks. I actually forgot it was a thing.



- The poor man would be lost and his s/o would have to lead him setting up for Christmas as he hasn’t properly celebrated the holiday due to his family and that they used Christmas as an opportunity to for family business.

- He would also be a bit salty to the whole situation and stand away from the crowd. That is until he saw how happy his s/o was and wanted in on it.

- It took a while for the archer to smile, but when he did it wouldn’t go away. D.Va took a photo of the him and his s/o smiling towards each other and may of posted it online.

- When it came to the gifts he would actually go all out wanting to make sure he made an impression and prove how much his s/o meant to him.

- But his s/o would feel bad when they give him his gift as it’s only a singular gift and not a whole mass like what Hanzo did. The thing is Hanzo almost cried when you gave him his gift as it meant a whole lot to him as it came with the special memories of the day.


- The cowboy would get into the spirit only about 2 weeks before Christmas is because he actually lost track of what time of year it was as he was too focused on spending time with his s/o.

-  He would literally put mistletoe everywhere just to get as many chance to steal a kiss from his s/o as many times as possible, even though he could already do that. But the mistletoe makes the kiss a bit more special.

- When it comes to the food his s/o would always have to kick him out of the kitchen because he will try to ‘taste test’ the food.

- When it comes to actually celebrating the holiday he would get drunk quickly and be singing Christmas songs for the whole time. The only time he would stop was to get a kiss from his s/o, have another swig of his drink or to snuggle with his s/o.

- One of the gifts would be him and he would make it severely obvious before he shows his s/o. His s/o would have to drag him out of the main room into their shared room before anything happens.


- She would actually be the one to start decorating early, although she wouldn’t go overboard with it. Less is more.

- Although she would wear Christmas shirts that show off her muscles, she would also sneakily buy a couples t-shirt because she is proud as all hell to be with you and to spend your first Christmas together she would be all lovey about it.

- She wouldn’t leave your side in the main room. She would want to spend as much of the holiday with you as she possibly could because she knows this is the first Christmas among many and wants the first one to be memorable.

- Although two-thirds through the party she would drag you away to your shared room just so she could snuggle with you so there was some private time away from everyone else.

Best parts of the KNNA PV (in no particular order)

- All my girls looking amazing

- Chika spraying everyone at the start and destroying Riko

- Maru’s on point voice

- Third years being Third years

- When the lights turn orange in the Aquarium


- Chika being in the center for a little bit (cause, you know, she’s the most powerful idol ever)




- The “Ehehehe” smile You gave after her walrus head came off



- The 4 bars of the song where it turns into disco ish music and everyone goes ham

- The Choreography looking like you can make a gif set of Aqours with shades and adding cool things like “2KEWL4YOU (hehehe)” or “AYYYY LMAO” during the bridge

- Everyone swimming like a fish

- That plank of light that materializes under You’s feet for like 2 seconds then disappears

- Riko deciding she wants in on that You/Chika action but there’s too many witnesses to act on her urge

- Riko getting her wish by being snuggled by You and Chika

- Dia appearing on the screen

- Dia doing anything

- Anything Dia



What a great PV

11/10 would watch it more than 20 times in one day

Auston Matthews #3

Requested by Anon:  Hey!! Could you possibly do an auston matthews one? Maybe like you go on a surprise cute date? Thanks! Love your blog💕 [Thanks honey :*]

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You turned off the tv as the credits started to roll. The game between the Canucks and the Leafs just finished and you were too tired, sad, and disappointed to even wait for the post-game interviews. Your boyfriend, Auston Matthews, would still be busy so you didn’t bother to check your phone for any messages. When you talked to him earlier, a few minutes before the puck drop, he told you that he’d just see you in the morning.

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