#dean charles chapman x you

[the-ravenclaw-werewolf]

Actually, now that I have thought it over, I think it would be better to add live action TV adaptations to possible candidates for the 40, but for characters from Live Action TV Shows.

I would include...

Jon Snow from Game of Thrones

Shawn Spencer from Psych

Michael Scott or Jim Halpert from The Office

Leslie Knope or Ron Swanson from Parks and Rec

Edmund Blackadder or Baldrick from Blackadder

Neil from The Young Ones

and Gilligan from Gilligan's Island

What live action TV Shows would you pick?

There were so many shows that it was so hard to pick! But I did my best:

The Addams Family (1964): Gomez or Mortica

BBC Sherlock: John Watson (I know there are some who don’t like this version, but I like the idea of John becoming even more badass and getting a leg up on Sherlock).

Good Omens: Aziraphale or Crowley 

Merlin: Merlin of Arthur (I’m just imagining Arthur being surrounded by modern technology and calling it “sorcery!”)

House MD: House

Gilligan's Island: Gilligan

M*A*S*H: Hawkeye or Klinger (Look, the man KILLED IT in those dresses and was committed!)

Star Trek: The Original Series: Kirk or Spock

The Nanny: Fran or Niles

The Golden Girls: Rose or Dorothy or Sophia or Blanche (Listen, for so long I have wanted to see Niles from The Nanny and Sophia go toe to toe in an insult competition, so this is the closest I can get!)

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air: Will Smith

Knight Rider (1982): Michael Knight or KITT (Can you imagine three of the people waking up in a room only to find a talking car with them as well?)

Dexter: Dexter

Fringe: Olivia or Walter or Peter

Stranger Things: Steve Harrington (The babysitter needs to be prepare) or El

Doctor Who: Tenth Doctor

Supernatural: Sam or Dean or Castiel

The Good Doctor: Shaun Murphy

Breaking Bad: Walter White or Jesse Pinkman

The Handmaid's Tale: June Osborne

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Buffy

Roswell (1999): Liz Parker or Max Evans

Fleabag: Fleabag

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel: Miriam Maisel

Orange Is The New Black: Piper Chapman

Psych: Shawn Spencer

The Office: Michael Scott or Jim Halpert

Parks and Rec: Leslie Knope or Ron Swanson

Brooklyn Nine-Nine: Jake Peralta or Ray Holt

MacGyver (1985): Angus MacGyver

NCIS: Leroy Gibbs

Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid

The X-Files: Dana Scully or Fox Mulder

Full House: Jesse Katsopolis or Danny Tanner or Joey Gladstone

Corner Gas: Brent

Downton Abbey: Charles Carson

Monk: Adrien Monk

The Queen's Gambit: Beth Harmon

Columbo: Columbo

Murder, She Wrote: Jessica Beatrice Fletcher

[ditch-witches]

do you think you could write a smut where dean is stressed out so the reader gives him a blowjob to help him out?

pairing: Dean Charles Chapman x reader

warnings: nsfw (18+ but i'm not your mom [unless like,,, you ask nicely]), oral (m. receiving), suggestive language, there’s only so many words for dick im SoRRY, also i'm writing this at 4 in the morning so who knows what else. 

Dean ran his fingers through his hair, pulling the cap off a highlighter with his teeth as he broke down another scene from the script he recently received. For no reason in particular, this character was getting on his nerves and testing his weaknesses as an actor. You wrung your hands as you silently paced in front of his office door, debating whether or not to intrude on him while he was so obviously frustrated. You listened as he shifted in his chair, the plastic creaking as he leaned back and rubbed his eyes. You took a deep breath before rapping your knuckles against the wood of the door frame, pulling his attention towards you as his eyes softened at the sight of you. 

You noticed how his hair was getting almost too long as it curled around his ears and framed his face, dark circles around his light eyes making him look a few years older than he actually was. "How's it going?" You asked, stepping into the room as his eyes followed you to turn on another lamp. 

He sighed tiredly, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the desktop. "Well," he paused, a small grin tugging at his lips before continuing, "it's going." You moved across the floor to stand behind him. Your hands settled against his shoulders, letting your fingers dig into his skin softly to soothe the knot forming between his shoulder blades. He groaned at the feeling, reclining back into your touch happily. 

"Anything I can do to help?" You inquired softly, stooping down to smooth a kiss to his cheek. He hummed in response, his eyes shutting momentarily as he relaxed as your hands kneaded against his arms. You combed your brain for how to ease his mind as he exhaled. 

And then it hit you. “Fancy a break?” You asked, your hands continuing their motions and he muttered an agreement before swinging out his chair to stand. You stepped in front of him, pushing his chest so he plopped back down. Dean’s eyes flashed up to you with a raised eyebrow and a small grin on his face. He studied your every move as you blatantly pushed your hair out of your face and tied it back into a ponytail as you bent down between his legs. 

His lips parted into an almost shocked expression as if he was waiting for you to back out and tell him it was some kind of a prank. You dragged your nails alongside his thigh as he leaned forward slightly. He smirked at you, settling one of his hands into your hair. You turned your head to press a kiss to his palm and bat your eyes at him suggestively. “You’re doing such a good job. Don’t tire yourself out,” you cooed, coyly. Dean nearly rolled his eyes, knowing what you were up to. 

You sat up on your knees to capture his lips against yours, eliciting a small moan to echo from his throat at the taste of you. Your hand traveled up his thigh and towards his zipper, his other hand moving to assist you as he grabbed your wrist. You allowed his tongue to slip into your mouth as he pulled you into a deeper kiss. Your fingers icked to please him as you began to palm him through his jeans, his body responding quickly to your advances like it was the first time you’d ever touched him. 

As he began to harden beneath your gesture, your lips found their way to his jaw, your teeth skimming across his skin to tease a blush to his cheeks. You coaxed his erection further before you began to unclasp his pants. “Relax, baby,” you murmured against his skin. He moaned softly as your lips traced the divots of his collar bones, your tongue swirling as if to hint at what was in store. You sank back on the balls of your feet, your hand reaching up to push him flat against the chair back. He bit his lip to fight the smile threatening to break across his features as your fingers curled around the base of his cock. He tensed under your grip as you began to pump your hand, drawing out another hushed moan from the man above you. “Does that feel good?” You taunted, looking up at him through your eyelashes. 

He exhaled heavily in response, one of his hands moving to rest on your forearm for some kind of support as you encouraged his further arousal. You let your tongue dart out across your lips before pressing them to the sensitive skin of his tip. You focused on how each of your actions caused his body to relax, a small sense of pride swelling deep inside of you at the fact that it was so easy for you to pleasure him. You eased your mouth around his erection, your tongue swirling around his shaft. As your head began to move in tandem with your hand, you basked in the growing vulgarity of his words. 

You pulled your mouth off of him, continuing to speed your hand motions gradually as your teeth etched into his thigh. You could watch him unravel for you for the rest of your life; his gaze hazy as he avoided your sultry eye contact, his lips red and aggravated from harsh attempts at keeping himself quiet. Some of his curls were tugged back from being pulled at, his blissed-out expression creating a more prominent redness to his cheeks. Your lips slowly traveled back to his cock, an almost pleading look settling into his bright irises as your intentions were now directed on taking him deeper. 

His grip on your arm tightened as you pushed his tip past your lips once again, a strangled groan of pure pleasure hissing through his teeth. As he reached the back of your throat, tears began to brim in the corners of your eyes and his arousal twitched in your mouth. You began to bob your head once again, edging him on further with each of his moans of your name which you knew was a warning that he was close. You alternated the movements of your mouth and hand, making him fight against bucking his hips towards you. His cock tensed and in an instant, hot sticky strands of pleasure were filling your mouth. 

You brushed a hand across your chin and Dean leaned forward, digging his fingers into your hair to capture your lips in a worshiping kiss. He moaned against your mouth, sending a vibration straight to your core. You severed the action and stood, leaving him nearly breathless. “Don’t overwork yourself,” you taunted with a small wink, making him look up at you with an almost submissive undertone as he nodded. 

[propertyofwicked]

mirrors - george mackay x reader

requested: yes/no

warnings: fingering lol

if you know me personally, please forget what you saw :)

it was sunday, the day before george was set to leave for 2 months to work on his new film. you were both just lounging around the house, embracing every moment together you could. currently, you were sat on his lap head tucked into the nape of his neck, breathing in his scent trying to remember this feeling.

“you alright love?” george asked, his voice low in a sweet whisper.

“mhm.”

“what’s on your mind darling?”

“nothing – it’s just, who’s going to take care of me when you’re gone?”

“i’ll always take care of you love, ill only be a phone call away.”

“no, i mean like, physically, if you get what I mean,” you mumbled in response, a blush creeping it’s way up your cheeks.

“well, i could always show you how to take care of yourself,” he quipped, his pupils growing but maintaining their lock on you.

“lead the way, mackay.”

without a second thought, he had your legs around his waist, his hands supporting you on your arse, as he carried you to your shared bedroom. But instead of your back hitting the bed like you had thought, he sat you down between his legs facing your full body mirror. oh.

one hand wrapped around your waist, the other trailed it’s way down and fiddled with the waist band of your pyjama shorts.

“is this ok?” he asked, even in the most intimate moments, he would make sure you were okay with what he was doing- one of the many reasons why you loved him. you merely nodded in response.

his hands pushed the shorts down over you legs and off your body, throwing them to the side, your choice to not wear underwear was prominent at this moment. his hand took yours and guided them down to your most sensitive area, the veins on his arm popping out making you wet with anticipation. he dropped his grasp on your hand, his fingers gliding in between your folds and rubbing small circles onto your clit sending tingles throughout your body and making your toes curl.

“now watch,” george said, his voice deeper than usual.

he placed one finger inside and began pumping it in and out of you, his thumb still making circles. as he inserted a second finger, george’s chin dropped to rest on your shoulder, his head tilting to the side to nip at your neck leaving red marks that would form bruises for sure. his hands worked like magic, his fingers curling inside you to reach that spot that sent you wild and you could feel your climax approaching. you think he could feel your walls begin to tighten around him, a feeling he recognised but always felt pride when it happened – he loved to make you like this, he was the reason you were a moaning mess in his arms and he loved it. but before you could embrace a sweet release he pulled his fingers out, causing you to groan at the loss of contact, and raised them to your face. you knew what to do – you took them in your mouth and sucked them clean, a smirk forming on george’s face.

“now it’s your turn, just how i showed you,” he whispered into your ear, his words commanding but his tone soft. your hands found the same rhythm he had, first one finger and then two, only the sounds of your moaning and heavy breath filled the room. your head falling back to rest on his chest in euphoria. you never knew how good you could feel alone, especially when george wasn’t there to make you feel that way.

“that’s it baby, just like that,” his words of encouragement seemed to echo around the room, as you moaned out in pleasure. his hand reached up to your chest to grab your breast, playing with your nipple through the thin fabric of your t-shirt. he noticed the way your hips began to buck into your own hands, and he knew you were close, so he wrapped a tight arm around your waist to hold you still, only allowing the grinding movements your body made to ride out your high. when you were finished, he took your other hand in his and brought your fingers up to his own mouth, sucking them softly as you had before.

“now that wasn’t to hard, was it?” his tone mocking as he chuckled.

“shush you. i need a shower now, want to join me?” and you don’t think you’d ever seen his stand up so fast.

[panevanbuckley]

the way will says "i do" after tom asks "you reckon?" when talking about tom getting a medal is...what word do i choose...heartbreaking? full of love and admiration? idk man but those two words hold so heavy

[spreadymercury]

A little bit of writing I did that no one cares about :)

okay so I was in the mood to write and this happened, please don’t judge the bad grammar or language i’m NOT a writer :) let me know if you it’s good or bad, i’m open to any and all criticism. without further ado here it is...

You took my heart and broke it, like it meant nothing to you. All the nights that we shared together, the dreams that we had, everything, all of it. it meant nothing to you, did it mean nothing to you? I ask myself that question all the time, when i fall back into my bad habits that you helped me get out of, when the nights get too cold and empty, and the bed that I’m sleeping in doesn’t feel the same without you in it. I’ll never be as warm again, as I was with your arms around me. Did you love me as much as I loved you? Sometimes I still reach for you, your side of the bed, untouched. I can’t bring myself to venture there, I just reach, never getting there. It still has you, I don’t have to feel it to see that your imprint, weight, body is still there. just not physically. never again physically. 

I sometimes wonder if you’re upset, or sad, or angry with what you did. If that heart still feels anything, or if you just lie to yourself to help you get by. Never saying a true thought for fear that if you do you’ll come to realise that your life is sad, empty and meaningless, and that anyone who has ever loved you, you’ve pushed away. Out of your life. Until there’s no one left who matters. You surround yourself with people that you think care about you, but they don’t, and they never will. All they care about is what you have, and the perks that come with being your friend. But you’ll never see that. You’re scared of seeing it, realising it. So you lock it in a box and throw away the key, forgetting everything and anything that reminds you of it. But sooner or later, and for your sake I hope it’s the former, you’ll realise that you need to unlock that box and unpack all of the baggage in your life, and ground yourself. Surround yourself with family and real friends and love. Love. let yourself love. Please. If not for yourself, for me. it’s the least you could do after everything that you’ve done, or not done to me. 

I wish that after everything I could say “I hate you”. I wish, more than anything that I could walk up to you and say that you ruined my life, that you stole years of my life that i’ll never be able to get back. That I can’t trust people anymore because you ruined that for me. I can’t trust. trust. The most important thing in any relationship, I can’t do. But I know that i could never do or say that, no matter how much my head would be telling me to, because deep down, so far down, that sometimes I forget that it exists, I still love you. Still. after everything you put me through, because you meant so much to me, even if I didn’t mean anything to you, you still meant so much to me. I don’t hate you, I feel sorry for you and I hope that you find someone who can help you, and love you, and heal you, because god knows that you need it. love, you just need to be loved, and there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s human.

[heffrcns]

Hey! What are some of your favourite Dean headcanons? He needs more love 🥰

hi! i don’t know if it’s becuase i’ve just got up and am still really tired, but i’ve managed to confuse myself and i’m unsure if you mean my favourites that people have done already or for me to write some😂 so that’s my bad, i’ll try and cover both:

my favourite dean headcanons/imagines out there (that i’ve at least saw) are by @imaginesbyme , @ditch-witches and @strangethings-everywhere ! i’m sure there’s more but i love their stuff :)

and if you mean my favourite headcanons about dean, i can definitely write some more! i’ve only done one dean hc myself (and a blurb i think?), so you’re right, he deserves more love💞 and sorry if this wasn’t what you were looking for, anyone feel free to send some dean requests my way!

[unknown-songs]

BLACK LIVES MATTER

A list with black artists who have a song in the Unknown Songs That Should Be Known-playlist (Can be a black artist in a band or just solo-artist) (no specific genre)

Bull’s Eye - Blacknuss, Prince Prime - Funk Aftershow - Joe Fox - Alternative Hip-hop Strangers in the Night - Ben L’Oncle Soul - Soul Explore - Mack Wilds - R&B Something To Do - IGBO - Funk

Down With The Trumpets - Rizzle Kicks - Pop Dans ta ville - Dub Inc. - Reggae Dance or Die - Brooklyn Funk Essentials - Funk FACELESS - The PLAYlist, Glenn Lewis - R&B Tell Me Father - Jeangu Macrooy - Soul

Southern Boy - John The Conquerer - Blues Hard Rock Savannah Grass - Kes - Dancehall Dr. Funk - The Main Squeeze - Funk Seems I’m Never Tired of Loving You - Lizz Wright - Jazz Out of My Hands - TheColorGrey, Oddisee - Hip-Hop/Pop

Raised Up in Arkansas - Michael Burks - Blues Black Times - Sean Kuti, Egypt 80, Carlos Santana - Afrobeat Cornerstone - Benjamin Clementine - Indie Shine On - R.I.O., Madcon - Electronic Pop Bass On The Line - Bernie Worrell - Funk

When We Love - Jhené Aiko - R&B Need Your Love - Curtis Harding - Soul Too Dry to Cry - Willis Earl Beal - Folk Your House - Steel Pulse - Reggae Power - Moon Boots, Black Gatsby - Deep House

Vinyl Is My Bible - Brother Strut - Funk Diamond - Izzy Biu - R&B Elusive - blackwave., David Ngyah - Hip-hop Don’t Ever Let Nobody Drag Your Spirit Down - Heritage Blues Orchestra - Blues Sastanàqqàm - Tinariwen - Psychedelic Rock

Disco To Go - Brides of Funkenstein - Funk/Soul Circles - Durand Jones & The Indications - Retro Pop Cheesin’ - Cautious Clay, Remi Wolf, sophie meiers - R&B Changes - Charles Bradley - Soul The Sweetest Sin - RAEVE - House

Gyae Su - Pat Thomas, Kwashibu Area Band - Funk What Am I to Do - Ezra Collective, Loyle Carner - Hip-hop Get Your Groove On - Cedric Burnside - Blues Old Enough To Know Better - Steffen Morrisson - Soul Wassiye - Habib Koité - Khassonke musique

Dance Floor - Zapp - Funk Wake Up - Brass Against, Sophia Urista - Brass Hard-Rock BIG LOVE - Black Eyed Peas - Pop The Greatest - Raleigh Ritchie - R&B DYSFUNCTIONAL - KAYTRANADA, VanJess - Soul

See You Leave - RJD2, STS, Khari Mateen - Hip-hop Sing A Simple Song - Maceo Parker - Jazz/Funk Have Mercy - Eryn Allen Kane - Soul Homenage - Brownout - Latin Funk Can’t Sleep - Gary Clark Jr. - Blues Rock

Toast - Koffee - Dancehall Freedom - Ester Dean - R&B Iskaba - Wande Coal, DJ Tunez - Afropop High Road - Anthony Riley - Alternative Christian Sunny Days - Sabrina Starke - Soul

The Talking Fish - Ibibio Sound Machine - Funk Paralyzed - KWAYE - Indie Purple Heart Blvd - Sebastian Kole - Pop WORSHIP - The Knocks, MNEK - Deep House BMO - Ari Lennox - R&B

Promises - Myles Sanko - Soul .img - Brother Theodore - Funk Singing the Blues - Ruthie Foster, Meshell Ndegeocello - Blues Nobody Like You - Amartey, SBMG, The Livingtons - Hip-hop Starship - Afriquoi, Shabaka Hutchings, Moussa Dembele - Deep House

Lay My Troubles Down - Aaron Taylor - Funk  Bloodstream - Tokio Myers - Classic Sticky - Ravyn Lenae - R&B Why I Try - Jalen N’Gonda - Soul Motivation - Benjamin Booker - Folk

quand c’est - Stromae - Pop Let Me Down (Shy FX Remix) - Jorja Smith, Stormzy, SHY FX - Reggae Funny - Gerald Levert - R&B Salt in my Wounds - Shemekia Copeland - Blues Our Love - Samm Henshaw - Soul

Make You Feel That Way - Blackalicious - Jazz Hip-hop Knock Me Out - Vintage Trouble - Funk Take the Time - Ronald Bruner, Jr., Thundercat - Alternative Thru The Night - Phonte, Eric Roberson - R&B Keep Marchin’ - Raphael Saadiq - Soul

Shake Me In Your Arms - Taj Mahal, Keb’ Mo’ - Blues Meet Me In The Middle - Jodie Abascus - Pop Raise Hell - Sir the Baptist, ChurchPpl - Gospel Pop Mogoya - Oumou Sangaré - Wassoulou Where’s Yesterday - Slakah The Beatchild - Hip-hop

Lose My Cool - Amber Mark - R&B New Funk - Big Sam’s Funky Nation - Funk I Got Love - Nate Dogg - Hip-hop Nothing’s Real But Love - Rebecca Ferguson - Soul Crazy Race - The RH Factor - Jazz

Spies Are Watching Me - Voilaaa, Sir Jean - Funk The Leaders - Boka de Banjul - Afrobeat Fast Lane - Rationale - House Conundrum - Hak Baker - Folk Don’t Make It Harder On Me - Chloe x Halle - R&B

Plastic Hamburgers - Fantastic Negrito - Hardrock Beyond - Leon Bridges - Pop God Knows - Dornik - Soul Soleil de volt - Baloji - Afrofunk Do You Remember - Darryl Williams, Michael Lington - Jazz Get Back - McClenney - Alternative Three Words - Aaron Marcellus - Soul

Spotify playlist 

In memory of:

Aaron Bailey Adam Addie Mae Collins Ahmaud Arbery Aiyana Stanley Jones Akai Gurley Alberta Odell Jones Alexia Christian Alfonso Ferguson Alteria Woods Alton Sterling Amadou Diallo Amos Miller Anarcha Westcott Anton de Kom Anthony Hill Antonio Martin Antronie Scott Antwon Rose Jr. Arthur St. Clair Atatiana Jefferson Aubrey Pollard Aura Rosser Bennie Simons Berry Washington Bert Dennis Bettie Jones Betsey Billy Ray Davis Bobby Russ Botham Jean Brandon Jones Breffu Brendon Glenn Breonna Taylor Bud Johnson Bussa

Calin Roquemore Calvin McDowell Calvin Mike and his family Carl Cooper Carlos Carson Carlotta Lucumi Carol Denise McNair Carol Jenkins Carole Robertson Charles Curry Charles Ferguson Charles Lewis Charles Wright Charly Leundeu Keunang Chime Riley Christian Taylor Christopher Sheels Claude Neal Clementa Pickney Clifford Glover Clifton Walker Clinton Briggs Clinton R. Allen Cordella Stevenson Corey Carter Corey Jones Cynthia Marie Graham Hurd Cynthia Wesley

Daniel L. Simmons Danny Bryant Darius Randell Robinson Darius Tarver Darrien Hunt Darrius Stewart David Felix David Joseph David McAtee David Walker and his family Deandre Brunston Deborah Danner Delano Herman Middleton Demarcus Semer Demetrius DuBose Depayne Middleton-Doctor Dion Johnson Dominique Clayton Dontre Hamilton Dred Scott

Edmund Scott Ejaz Choudry Elbert Williams Eleanor Bumpurs Elias Clayton Elijah McClain Eliza Woods Elizabeth Lawrence Elliot Brooks Ellis Hudson Elmer Jackson Elmore Bolling Emantic Fitzgerald Bradford Jr. Emmett Till Eric Garner Eric Harris Eric Reason Ernest Lacy Ernest Thomas Ervin Jones Eugene Rice Eugene Williams Ethel Lee Lance Ezell Ford

Felix Kumi Frank Livingston Frank Morris Frank Smart Frazier B. Baker Fred Hampton Fred Rochelle Fred Temple Freddie Carlos Gray Jr.

George Floyd George Grant George Junius Stinney Jr. George Meadows George Waddell George Washington Lee Gregory Gunn

Harriette Vyda Simms Moore Harry Tyson Moore Hazel “Hayes” Turner Henry Ezekial Smith Henry Lowery Henry Ruffin Henry Scott Hosea W. Allen

India Kager Isaac McGhie Isadore Banks Italia Marie Kelly

Jack Turner Jamar Clark Jamel Floyd James Byrd Jr. James Craig Anderson James Earl Chaney James Powell James Ramseur James Tolliver James T. Scott Janet Wilson Jason Harrison Javier Ambler J.C. Farmer Jemel Roberson Jerame Reid Jesse Thornton Jessie Jefferson Jim Eastman Joe Nathan Roberts John Cecil Jones John Crawford III John J. Gilbert John Ruffin John Taylor Johnny Robinson Jonathan Ferrell Jonathan Sanders Jordan Edwards Joseph Mann Julia Baker Julius Jones July Perry Junior Prosper

Kalief Browder Karvas Gamble Jr. Keith Childress, Jr. Kelly Gist Kelso Benjamin Cochrane Kendrick Johnson Kenneth Chamberlain Sr. Kenny Long Kevin Hicks Kevin Matthews Kiwane Albert Carrington

Lacy Mitchell Lamar Smith Laquan McDonald Laura Nelson Laura Wood L.B. Reed L.D. Nelson Lemuel Penn Lemuel Walters Leonard Deadwyler Leroy Foley Levi Harrington Lila Bella Carter Lloyd Clay Louis Allen Lucy

M.A. Santa Cruz Maceo Snipes Malcom X Malice Green Malissa Williams Manuel Ellis Marcus Deon Smith Marcus Foster Marielle Franco Mark Clark Maria Martin Lee Anderson Martin Luther King Jr. Matthew Avery Mary Dennis Mary Turner Matthew Ajibade May Noyes Mckenzie Adams Medgar Wiley Evers Michael Brown Michael Donald Michael Griffith Michael Lee Marshall Michael Lorenzo Dean Michael Noel Michael Sabbie Michael Stewart Michelle Cusseaux Miles Hall Moses Green Mya Hall Myra Thompson

Nathaniel Harris Pickett Jr. Natasha McKenna Nicey Brown Nicholas Heyward Jr.

O’Day Short family Orion Anderson Oscar Grant III Otis Newsom

Pamela Turner Paterson Brown Jr. Patrick Dorismond Philando Castile Phillip Pannell Phillip White Phinizee Summerour

Quaco

Ramarley Graham Randy Nelson Raymond Couser Raymond Gunn Regis Korchinski-Paquet Rekia Boyd Renisha McBride Riah Milton Robert Hicks Robert Mallard Robert Truett Rodney King Roe Nathan Roberts Roger Malcolm and his wife Roger Owensby Jr. Ronell Foster Roy Cyril Brooks Rumain Brisbon Ryan Matthew Smith

Sam Carter Sam McFadden Samuel DuBose Samuel Ephesians Hammond Jr. Samuel Hammond Jr. Samuel Leamon Younge Jr. Sandra Bland Sean Bell Shali Tilson Sharonda Coleman-Singleton Shukri Abdi Simon Schuman Slab Pitts Stella Young Stephon Clark Susie Jackson

T.A. Allen Tamir Rice Tamla Horsford Tanisha Anderson Timothy Caughman Timothy Hood Timothy Russell Timothy Stansbury Jr. Timothy Thomas Terrence Crutcher Terrill Thomas Tom Jones Tom Moss Tony McDade Tony Terrell Robinson Jr. Trayvon Martin Troy Hodge Troy Robinson Tula Tyler Gerth Tyre King Tywanza Sanders

Victor Duffy Jr. Victor White III

Walter Lamar Scott Wayne Arnold Jones Wesley Thomas Wilbert Cohen Wilbur Bundley Will Brown Will Head Will Stanley Will Stewart Will Thompson Willie James Howard Willie Johnson Willie McCoy Willie Palmer Willie Turks William Brooks William Butler William Daniels William Fambro William Green William L. Chapman II William Miller William Pittman Wyatt Outlaw

Yusef Kirriem Hawkins

The victims of LaLaurie (1830s) The black victims of the Opelousas massacre (1868) The black victims of the Thibodaux massacre (1887) The black victims of the Wilmington insurrection (1898) The black victims of the Johnson-Jeffries riots (1910) The black victims of the Red summer (1919) The black victims of the Elaine massacre (1919) The black victims of the Ocoee massacre (1920) The victims of the MOVE bombing (1985)

All the people who died during the Atlantic slave trade, be it due to abuse or disease.

All the unnamed victims of mass-incarceration, who were put into jail without the committing of a crime and died while in jail or died after due to mental illness. 

All the unnamed victims of racial violence and discrimination. 

...

My apologies for all the people missing on this list. Feel free to add more names and stories. 

Listen, learn and read about discrimination, racism and black history: (feel free to add more)  Documentaries: 13th (Netflix) The Innocence Files (Netflix) Who Killed Malcolm X? (Netflix) Time: The Kalief Browder Story (Netflix) I Am Not Your Negro

YouTube videos: We Cannot Stay Silent about George Floyd Waarom ook Nederlanders de straat op gaan tegen racisme (Dutch) Wit is ook een kleur (Dutch) (documentaire)

Books: Biased by Jennifer Eberhardt Don’t Touch My Hair by Emma Dabiri Freedom Is A Constant Struggle by Angela Davis How To Be An Anti-Racist by Ibram X. Kendi I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou Me and White Supremacy by Layla Saad So You Want To Talk About Race by Ijeoma Oluo They Can’t Kill Us All by Wesley Lowery White Fragility by Robin Deangelo Why I’m No Longer Talking To White People About Race by Reni Eddo-Lodge Woman, Race and Class by Angela Davis

Websites: https://lynchinginamerica.eji.org/report/ https://museumandmemorial.eji.org/ https://archive.org/details/thirtyyearsoflyn00nati/page/n11/mode/2up https://lab.nos.nl/projects/slavernij/index-english.html https://blacklivesmatter.com/ https://www.zinnedproject.org/

[80s4life]

Character/Movie List

Below is movies and TV shows I like personally and are lsited as a reference. If you don't see something you're interested in, it is not that I don't like it, it is because I most likely forgot it because I love so many movies/shows tbh. Just ask, and I'll answer! And, from the Rules and Regulations page, what I had meant by "mostly" is that I can dabble outside of the acting world and into actors/actresses themselves and/or singers, popstars, etc.

{Another side-note, I am not so much into shows, but mostly movies! Although, there are some exceptions that I love beyond belief!}

MOVIES

Back to the Future Series:

Biff Tannen

Griff Tannen (Maybe, he wasn't the best of the Tannen's imo)

Buford Tannen

Marty McFly

George McFly

Doc Brown

Lorraine Baines

Match

Titanic:

Rose DeWitt Bukater

Jack Dawson

Caledon Hockley

Brock Lovett

Rabrizio De Rossi

Thomas "Tommy" Ryan

Karate Kid Series {1/2/3}:

1-

John Kreese

Mr. Miyagi

Johnny Lawrence

Daniel LaRusso

Tommy

Dutch

Bobby Brown (not so much; don't know him too well)

Ali Mills

Lucille LaRusso

2-

Chozen

Kumiko

3-

Terry Silver (duh lmao)

Mike Barnes (also duh)

Jessica Andrews

Stand By Me:

Vern Tessio

Billy Tessio

Gordie LaChance

Chris Chambers

Eyeball Chambers

Ace Merrill

Teddy Duchamp

Goonies:

Brand

Mikey

Chunk

Mouth

Data

Andy

Stef

Jake Fratelli (he was kinda hot ngl)

Ferris Bueller's Day Off:

Ferris Bueller

Jeanie Bueller

Cameron Frye

Sloane Peterson

License to Drive:

Les Anderson

Dean

Mercedes Lane

Charles

Toy Soldiers:

Billy Tepper

Joey Trotta

Snuffy Bradberry

Ricardo Montoya

Hank Giles

Derek/Yogurt

Scream Movie Series {1/2}:

1-

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Dwight "Dewey" Riley

Ghostface

Randy Meeks

Tatum Riley

Sidney Prescott

Gale Weathers

2-

Cotton Weary

Derek Feldman

Mickey

Predator:

Dutch

Blain

Yautja

Escape Plan:

Emil Rottmayer/ "Victor Maheim"

Ray Breslin/ "Anthony Portos"

The Expendables:

Barney Ross

Lee Christmas

Toll Road

Tool

Gunnar Jensen

Bao Thao/ "Yin Yang"

Hale Caesar

Trench

Church

Divergent Movie Series {1/2/3}:

Divergent-

Beatrice "Tris" Prior

Caleb Prior

Peter

Tobias "Four" Eaton

Christina "Chris"

Eric Coulter

Will

Insurgent-

Marcus Eaton

Allegiant-

Matthew

Terminator Series:

T-100/"Uncle Bob"/Terminator

T-1000 "Austin"

John Connor

Sarah Connor

Grace

Dani Ramos

Dazed and Confused:

David Wooderson

Fred O'Bannion

Randall "Pink" Floyd

Ron Slater

Don Dawson

Mitch Kramer

Benny O'Donnell

Rocky Series:

Rocky Balboa

Apollo Creed

Captain Ivan Drago

Zombieland {1/2}:

Tallahassee

Columbus

Berkeley

Witchita

Little Rock

Madison

Lethal Weapon Movie Series {1/2/3/4}:

Martin Riggs

Roger Myrtaugh

Rianne Murtaugh

Leo Getz

Goodfellas:

Henry Hill

Jimmy Conway

Tommy DeVito

Karen Hill

Marvel:

Avengers Heroes-

Iron Man/Tony Stark

Thor

Ant-Man/Scott Lang

Hulk/Bruce Banner

Captain America/Steve Rogers

Hawkeye/ Clint Barton

Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

Black Panther/T'Challa

Vision/Victor Shade

Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

Mantis

Spider-Man/Peter Parker

Doctor Strange/Stephen Strange

Avengers Anti-Heroes/Antagonists:

Yondu Udonta

Loki Laufeyson

Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

Whiplash

Thanos

Mysterio

Kaecilius

Ronan

Hela

Ultron

Wolverine/Deadpool:

Wolverine/Logan Howlett

Sabretooth/Victor Creed

Bolt/Chris Bradley

Gambit/Remy LeBeau

Cyclops/Scott Summers

(Younger!)Professor X

Deadpool/Wade Wilson

Cable/Nathan Summers

Colossus/Piotr "Peter" Nikolayevich Rasputin

Dopinger

Weasel

Negasonic Teenage Warhead/Ellie Phimister

DC Universe:

Superman/Clark Kent (Henry Cavill)

Batman/Bruce Wayne (Affleck, Bale versions)

Aquaman/Arthur Curry

Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

Harley Quinn

Joker (Leto, Ledger, Phoenix versions)

Deadshot

Captain Boomerang

Enchantress

Rick Flagg

Bane (Tom Hardy)

TV Shows

Stranger Things:

Mike Wheeler

Nancy Wheeler

Will Byers

Joyce Byers

Johnathan Byers

Maxine "Max" Hargrove

Billy Hargrove

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Robin Buckley

Jim Hopper

Steve Harrington

Sex Education:

Erric Effiong

Aimee Gibbs

Adam Groff

Ola Nyman

Rahim

Otis Milburn

Maeve Wiley

Hannibal (Show):

Hannibal Lector

Will Graham

Dr. Alana Bloom

Jack Crawford

Abigail Hobbs

Orange Is the New Black (OITNB):

Piper Chapman

Nicky Nichols

Suzanne "Crazy Eyes" Warren

Galina "Red" Reznikov

Tasha "Taystee" Jefferson

Dayanara "Daya" Diaz

Gloria Mendoza

Lorna Morello

Tiffany "Pennsatucky" Doggett

Alex Vause

Joel Luschek

Big Boo

Maritza Ramos

Poussey Washington

Yoga Jones

Gina Murphy

Brook Soso

Sophia Burst

George "Pornstache" Mendez

Larry Bloom

Polly Harper

Stella Carlin

The Boys:

Billy Butcher

Starlight/Annie January

Hughie Campbell

Homelander

Kimiko Miyashiro

Queen Maeve/Maggie Shaw

Mother's Milk "M.M."

The Deep/Kevin Moskowitz

Frenchie

Stormfront

Becca Butcher

The Walking Dead (TWD):

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Lori Grimes

Maggie Greene

Beth Greene

Glenn Rhee

Negan Smith

Michonne Hawthorne

Carol Peletier

Shane Walsh

Paul "Jesus" Monroe

Eugene Porter

Sgt. Abraham Ford

Outer Banks (OBX):

Sarah Cameron

Rafe Cameron

Ward Cameron

JJ

John B

Topper

Pope

Kiara

Shameless:

Frank Gallagher

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Ian Gallagher

Debbie Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Kevin Ball

Veronica Fisher

Mickey Milkovich

Mandy Milkovich

Svetlana

Jimmy "Steve" Lishman

Karen Jackson

Cobra Kai

Miguel Diaz

Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz

Robby Keene

Demetri

Carmen Diaz

John Kreese (baby version & old version)

Terry Silver (baby version & old version)

Tory Nichols

Samantha "Sam" LaRusso

...AND MANY MORE!

If there is something or someone you like not on this list, feel free to ask or direct message me! For movies like the DC Universe and Marvel, if there is multiple actors of that character and you want a certain one, please make sure that you add that detail!

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MASTERLIST

DR1

+Makoto Naegi+

+Kyoko Kirigiri+

+Leon Kuwata+

+Toko Fuwaka/Genocider Syo+

+Celestia Ludenburg+

+Mondo Oowada+

+Kiyotaka Ishimaru+

+Byakuya Togami+

+Chihiro Fujisaki+

DR2

+Monomi+

+Akane Owari+

+Hajime Hinata+

+Chiaki Nanami+

+Gundham Tanaka+

+Hiyoko Saionji+

+Ibuki Mioda+

+Mikan Tsumiki+

+Nagito Komeda+

DR3

+Kokichi Ouma+

+Miu Iruma+

+Shuichi Saihara+

+Rantaro Amami+

+Kaede Akamatsu+

+K1-B0+

+Maki Harukawa+

+Korekiyo Shinguji+

+Gonta Gokuharu+

+Kirumi Tojo+

GOOD OMENS

+Crowley+

+Aziraphale+

+Beezlebub+

+Gabriel+

MCU

+Tony Stark+

+Steve Rogers+

+Bucky Barnes+

+Peter Parker+

+Pietro Maximoff+

+Stephen Strange+

+Hela+

+Thor Odinson+

+Jennifer Walters+

+Loki Laufeyson+

+Wanda Maximoff+

HAMILTON

+Alexander Hamilton+

+John Laurens+

+Thomas Jefferson+

+James Madison+

+Elizabeth Schuyler+

+Angelica Schuyler+

+Margarita Schuyler+

+James Reynolds+

+George Washington+

+Charles Lee+

+Samuel Seabury+

+Philip Hamilton+

+Marquis De Lafayette+

DEAR EVAN HANSEN

+Mark Evan Hansen+

+Connor Murphy+

+Zoe Murphy+

+Jared Kleinman+

+Alana Beck+

HANNIBAL

+Hannibal Lector+

+Will Graham+

+Alana Bloom+

+Freddie Lounds+

+Abigail Hobbs+

+Jack Crawford+

+Frederick Chilton+

+Beverly Katz+

KPOP

+BTS+

+EXO+

+Zico+

+BLACKPINK+

+MAMAMOO+

MCYT(If anyone in this list is uncomfy with fanfic, do not hesitate to let me know. P.S. No NSFW will be written for Tommy, Dream, Fundy, and Tubbo)

+Fundy+

+Technoblade+

You’ll Always Be Pog in my Book

+Dream+

+Tommyinnit+

+GeorgeNotFound+

+Wilbur/Ghostbur+

+Tubbo+

+Jschlatt+

SLASHERS

+Brahms Heelshire+ (Brahms: The Boy)

+Micheal Myers+ (The Halloween Franchise)

+Jason Voorhees+ (The Friday the 13th Franchise)

+Norman Bates+ (The Psycho Franchise)

+Billy Chapman+ (The Silent Night,Deadly Night Franchise)

+Stu Macher & Billy Loomis+ (The Original Ghostface Killers)

+John Kramer+ (The Saw Franchise)

+Freddy Krueger+ (The Nightmare on Elm Street Franchise)

+Charles Lee Ray+ (The Chucky Franchise)

+Damien Thorn+ (The Omen)

+Sweeney Todd+ (Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street)

+Harry Warden+ (My Bloody Valentine)

+Jennifer Check+(Jennifer’s Body)

+Jason Dean+(Heathers)

+Jack Torrance+(The Shining)

+Vincent Sinclair+(House of Wax)

+Jack+ (The House That Jack Built)

BANDS

+Gerard Way+(My Chemical Romance)

+Frank Iero+(My Chemical Romance)

+Adam Gontier+(Three Days Grace)

+Patrick Stump+(Fall Out Boy)

KAKEGURUI(We barely write x male reader for Kakegurui, but you can request it, just know we might not do it)

+Mary Saotome+

+Runa Yomozuki+

+Midari Ikishima+

+Kirari Momobami+

+Kaede Manyuda+

+Yumemi Yumemite+

HEATHERS

+Jason Dean+

+Veronica Sawyer+

+Heather McNamara+

K-DRAMAS

+Go Yoo-han+(Color Rush)

+Choi Yeon-woo+(Color Rush)

+Jeong Joo-haeng+(Color Rush)

T-DRAMAS

+Shi Yi Jie+(HIStory 2)

+Fei Sheng Zhe+(HIStory 2)

C-DRAMAS

+Wei Wuxan+(The Untamed)

Wei Ying(Wei Wuxan) with a reader with tattoos

+Lan Wangji+(The Untamed)

[shcynetopps]

Could you do Alina Zagitova x Younger(2013-2017)!George MacKay and Younger!Dean-Charles Chapman(2016-2019) x Emily Skinner manip sets/packs please? Thank you so much.

I posted them separately cause the sizing was different! They are here and here. Hope it's okay for you!! xx

[goeatsomelife]

The Teasing Game ✦ Part 3

Warnings: angst, swearing

Pairings: George Mackay x Reader

Read PART 1 PART 2

Summary: Teasing game with George, but you developed romantic feelings for him. Can you resist your desire to save a family, or you will fight for your love? Another Unpleasant Plot Twist awaits you in the end! You are Dean-Charles Chapman’s sister. 1506 words

Author’s Note: Yeah, I finally get inspiration to continue this story and OH boy, another plot twist awaits you in the end. Please, like and reblog, if you follow the story! Thank you for your kind comments!

Savoring the sweet and sour taste of spicy homemade apple pie you thought about future meeting with George. It was Wednesday. In an hour he will pick you up. You thought about the past, questioning the results of your teasing game. You wondered if it was worth it. Who started it? You thought it’s just a game, but you caught feelings for George. After meeting his “beautiful” girlfriend you’ve decided to quit drooling all over his blue eyes. But time heals everything and now your anger was almost invisible. Your sweet slumber was interrupted by a ring of a doorbell, making your heart skip a bit. You fixed your hair, taking a look at yourself in the mirror. You will let him suffer…in a good way.

"Hey," yeah, it's awkward. He was standing in your doorway, wearing a cozy grey sweatshirt. His hair was slightly messy, some of the wheaten locks were falling on his eyes. His eyes like the sky, clear and beautiful. He made you feel weak, so you allowed him to take you to his car.

"So..." You pinched the fabric of your dress, trying to not sound nervous. "Where are we going? You're not planning on murdering me in the forest?" You've noticed that you drove outside the city. Along the road where only high green trees. It seemed like a labyrinth, that you were willing to solve.

His laugh was mesmerizing. Hearing his velvet voice you can't hold yourself from smiling. He noticed that with his peripheral vision, but you quickly changed your facial expression.

"It's a surprise!" He really thought of a date when he needs an explanation to do? He has a girlfriend after all.

"Seriously? I don't want to go on dates with you! I just want an explanation. That's all," You can see a sadness in his eyes. Your words get him. Bingo! One point to you.

"It's going to be a long story, so buckle up".

We made it to the final destination. It was a beautiful meadow surrounded by wildflowers of different colours. There was a thin rippling mountain river. Sounds of water always made you calm. George knew what he was doing.

"I thought it's going to be easier for you to digest information in the place like this," sometimes you think that he was reading your mind. He looked around the place we were staying and unfolded the blanket, laying it on the flat ground. He grabbed a bag from the trunk and started placing food: homemade lemonade, sandwiches with ham and cheese, fresh vegetables.

"What is this?" You took one piece of what seems like brad or something.

"It's a banana bread" you love everything baked, so you didn't want to wait before you took a whole piece of delicious food in your mouth, chewing it proudly.

"Mm it's tasty!" You sat on the blanket with a big smile on your face. Maybe, this day won't that bad.

"I made it myself" you can't believe it. Gosh, Meghan is a lucky bitch. Getting a man like that.

You were eating a second sandwich, stomachs full. Lemonade in your cups.

"Tell me when you ready to listen," George said, his eyes looked dim. He was nervous. You didn't want to ruin that perfect moment. How good it would be if there was no girlfriend, no work, no feelings. Only this perfect moment. Sun was caressing your skin with warm beams.

"I think I'm ready! Tell me everything" Here we go. Buckle up Y/N, we’re going down!

"I want to be honest with you. This is why I've decided to get you here. It's my secret spot," he looked around again with a proud smile. "I get here every time life gets too harsh on me. HeIe is quite"

"I understand why. Here's beautiful, George" you said, convincing that you believed his words. The spot is really amazing, but what's that bad happening in his life? He has a girlfriend and a career. Is it a trick to appease you and get you to believe in whatever he will say?

"Will it be too cheesy if i will say it's beautiful like you?" You chuckled. He knows how to clear the air. At that moment you realized how comfortable you were with him. No awkward silence, no misunderstanding. You didn’t felt that good with someone in a long time. Too bad he lied, too bad he has a partner. Maybe it will be okay to be just friends?

"We were dating with Meghan before 1917 release. She was kind and supportive. I've never loved her, but I can't deny sympathy. But when we started planning on 1917 something changed in here. I told her about how big this project is, so she started to demand more from me. She asked for expensive presents almost every fucking day, spent less time with me, more with her friends, I was like a wealthy daddy who will pay on her every wish."

"Dzaddy," you laughed again. Now was your turn to clear the air. He chuckled bitterly. Probably, it was too serious for him, you didn’t even know what’s will come next.

"Our relationship was toxic, so I quitted it. Little did I know. Before the premiere, she came to my house with the pregnancy test. There weIe two lines. I still can't believe it," he hid his face in his hands. You flinched. You didn't even realize tha I your mouth was agape. She is pregnant. What an unexpected turn. You'd stand up and go home, but curiosity overpowered so you stayed still, waiting for the continuation.

"She threatened me, said that she will go to the police and say that i raped her! She didn't want to let me go... I'm stuck in this relationship. And ..soon I'm going to be a dad...I guess." you tried to digest all of the information. Soon you came up with some questions.

"Did you have an intimacy before made it quit?" It was quite a personal question, but he was willing to open up to you.

“No. That's the case. But I can't prove anything!" his voice was desperate.

"So you think it's not your child?" you asked curiously, with hope in your eyes.

"Maybe...maybe mine. I'm not sure about anything. Everything that I cared about before was work, but now... I'm so frustrated and exhausted. I didn’t tell it to anyone before, because I wanted to sort thing by myself. But with each day it gets worse. She’s hiding behind pregnancy and ruins my life, steals my money," he was broken. You couldn't sit there when he was nearly crying. You felt horrible. You sat closer, carefully laying your hand on his back, patting it.

"George..." You couldn't come up with the right words, don't want to make everything worse. You wanted to help him, but you need time to figure out how. It was disgusting how someone can treat his partner like that. And for what? For money?

"But what made me believe in the light at the end of the dark tunnel...it's you" you tried to find his eyes, but he was hiding his face in his arms.

"You made my life a little bit easier. But fucking Meghan ruined everything again." You put your hand on his, squeezing it lightly and moving it away from his face. His hand was big and warm. Something drove you to him, and you couldn't resist this power. But you must listen to your common senses.

"I can't be with you when this woman carries your child. It would be cruel to you and to her. Maybe she is carrying YOUR child," you couldn’t believe your words. You didn't want to break him, but you can't be with him in this situation. His back muscles tensed, and you felt this with your hand.

"See...You're different," he said, weakly holding your hand in his arms, playing with the ring on your finger.

"But I want to make your life easier." He raised his face to look in your eyes. His eyes were tearing up. You didn't even realize that the sun was setting on the horizon before you noticed how his tears reflected the light. He was like a lost child, trying to find his mum. Suddenly his hands landed on both sides of your face, sending warmth and shivers through your body. You couldn't hide your eyes. You were mesmerized and it drove you crazy. What you were doing?

"I like you Y/N," and your lips met each other in a slow waltz dance, savoring every moment. His lips were soft and wet. You felt the saltiness of his tears.

"I wanted to do it for so long Y/N," he parted for a moment, searching for acceptance in your eyes. You couldn't resist desire, that was driving you to him from the first day you've met, so you reconnected your lips, deepening the kiss. It was a positive answer to his intentions. You were sinking in the turquoise waters of your feelings, now you're not going to be saved. Oh god... what you've got yourself into?

I hope you didn’t forget about this story @fandom--0verdose​?

[strangethings-everywhere]

Masterlist

ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN

George Mackay In The Trenches Songs and Showers

Otto Farrant Pretty Boy MI6 - Part 1

Fionn Whitehead Everything & Nothing - Part 1 

Ethan Landry Before You Go - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

Series Beautiful Ruins - Royal!Dean x Knight!George Ch.1 / Ch.2 / Ch.3

Requests

George Mackay - Baby’s First Walk George Mackay - Meeting at an Award Show George Mackay - Lazy Morning George Mackay - Wedding Day George Mackay - To The Oscars George Mackay - Dust

Dean-Charles Chapman - Dating Headcannons

George Mackay, Dean Charles Chapman - Three’s A Crowd Part 1 / Part 2 

[ditch-witches]

Hey there! I was wondering if you could write about Dean making you breakfast for the first time? I love your Dean content btw and am in the mood for some domestic Dean :)

pairing: Dean Charles Chapman x reader

warnings: suggestive language, cursing, this doesn’t really give off domestic vibes and is a little thin I apologize :/

You groaned slightly and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, stretching your hands towards where you usually kept your phone. You panicked momentarily as you realized your table wasn't there anymore, opening your eyes and finding that you weren't in your room. And then you remembered going out with your friend and not making it home. You knew she had gotten up for work probably hours prior to you waking up. You rolled out of bed and headed for the shower, needing to pull yourself together in some way before you headed back out into the world, grateful you didn't have plans for the day. The shower was hot and soothed your hangover as you let the water roll over your body, your smudged makeup being stripped away like you were shedding a previous life. 

Your friend's clothes were soft and neatly pressed in her drawers, making you smile at her tidiness as you pulled a few articles from their piles, careful not to disrupt anything too drastically. Her hoodie fit you snugly and as you looked into the mirror, you furrowed your brows slightly, debating if you should put makeup on or not. After all, you weren't planning on running into anyone special. As you stepped out of her room, noises from the kitchen startled you. You crept down the stairs quietly and pushed open the kitchen door, the creaking of the hinges revealing a man at her stove. The two of you looked up at each other and jumped, him almost dropping his bowl. 

"Who the fuck are you?" You demanded, grabbing the nearest household item to serve as a weapon. You swore under your breath as you realized it was a remote. 

"I live here. Who the fuck are you?" He mimicked your tone, furrowing his brows at you. You let out a breath of relief. 

"Oh thank God. You're the new roommate?" You asked, setting down the remote and walking into the kitchen. 

"Yeah. I'm Dean…" he hesitated, his eyes watching you pour yourself a cup of coffee. 

"I'm the best friend," you greeted, mumbling your name soon after. 

His eyebrow raised at you. "Want some breakfast?" You looked over him slightly to see what he was making. "There's going to be tons leftover." 

"Alright. Don't poison me, Dean," you jeered, moving to sit on the kitchen island. 

He chuckled, turning back to the stove. "I won't. Just don't hit me with the remote." You giggled slightly at his jest while he smirked. It was now that you fully took in his appearance. You had been too blinded by adrenaline and excitement that you hadn't noticed how broad his shoulders were and how his dark hair was just the right amount of curly. He peered over his shoulder at you before turning to lean against the counter beside the stove while the pan got hotter. His blue eyes were vibrant due to the contrast of his black hoodie. You had to admit, he was cute.

"So, where are you from, Dean?" You asked, swinging your legs and taking a sip of coffee. You studied where his clothes hugged his body and the easiness in his appearance, your eyes trailing down to his grey sweatpants. Nice. 

"Essex," he muttered, searching your face for something. “Romford, Essex.” 

"You're a long way from home then, aren't you?" You asked without skipping a beat.

He smirked. "Sometimes distance is good, don't you think?" 

"Not if you're around the right person," you commented, sending him a mildly flirtatious grin, making the tips of his ears ghost red. 

His eyebrows perked as he grinned. "Cheeky." His eyes raked over you as well, almost like sizing up an opponent. 

You wet your lips, feeling rather bold. Men in domestic situations were always your weakness. Especially when they were as attractive as Dean. "Do you have that right person?" You quizzed. 

He grinned fully, shrugging and turning back to an egg frying. "I don't think I would be living in a flat like this if I did." His sly wink made you smile. 

"Really? Even if you've only dated a girl for like a month, you'd move in with her?" You hopped down from the counter to lean beside him. 

He swallowed, fighting his ever-growing grin before looking back up into your eyes with a mock sincerity on his face. "Oh no, I'm a hopeless romantic, you see. I'd get married within the week if I met that right person." 

You giggled at his comment and he smiled. "How many times have you been married then?"

"In the past year? Four," he shrugged. You laughed a bit harder. "Damn, I could get used to that," he commented, almost too quiet for your own ears, making you bite your lip. 

You crossed your arms. "I could get used to having a man in the kitchen." 

"Good, because usually, I sleep in the kitchen," he quipped.

"Oh yeah?” You crossed your arms to keep from giving in to your temptations. ”Under the kitchen table or on top?" 

"Under. I'm not a heathen," he faked offense. 

You bit back another chuckle, deciding to probe further. "So you like to be on bottom?" 

His face twisted smugly before his eyes turned to yours. The blue in his eyes seemed to have grown darker. "If that's what the table would prefer.” 

"And if the table wants you on top?" He leaned towards you, closing what little distance there was between the two of you. Your heart began to race a mile per minute, as his musky yet woody scent invaded your senses. God, he smelled more enticing than the food he was cooking. 

"So be it," he answered, a sly smirk creeping across his face, as he reached around you to grab a bottle of some kind of spice. You almost reached out and touched him.

"I like you," you uttered and he grinned at what he was doing. 

"Feelings mutual, love," he added keenly. 

"Too bad we're not roommates," you leered, stepping ever so slightly closer to him, your thigh ghosting against his leg.

He leaned towards you again, his beautiful scent once again enveloping you. "Careful, I marry on the first date, remember?" 

You smiled, biting your lip, his attention drawing to your mouth. "I thought you said within the week?" 

"Different circumstances," he threw back, a grin still playing on his plump lips. He moved to hand you a plate of a variety of foods. 

You took it but kept him holding onto the other side. "Would you want to get a drink later?"

He chewed his bottom lip. "You ready for the commitment?" He joked. 

"I'm ready for whatever you want from me, Dean," you commented, taking the plate and nudging his side as you walked out of the kitchen with it, basking in his deep chuckle. 

this is so cheesy bls forgive me

[propertyofwicked]

thigh riding - dean-charles chapman (18+ ish)

requested: yes/no

warning: not COMPLETE filth but jesus would be ashamed

i will get round to the rest of request, this has just been on my mind nd i really gotta put it into words

dean worked hard. the amount of passion he put into learning lines, and his own dedication to executing his character showed well, and everyone could see it. what was slightly annoying was the way he worked so hard he sometimes forgot that his girl had needs, and as much as you knew he needed to work, you couldn’t but feel frustrated anytime you looked at the way he sat, script in hand, mumbling lines over and over trying to find the right delivery and his hand running through his hair every few minutes. 

today was much like the others, but today you were feeling the ache much more than usual and dean could tell. 

“baby?” he called across the room, pulling you out of your thoughts, “you good?”

“mhm,” you responded, almost signalling you weren’t but you weren’t ready to tell him why. 

“come here,” he said, patting his lap. so you stood up, huffing a bit, but taking seat, sideways, across his lap. “what’s up?” he asked, but he knew the answer. he recognised the way you tugged on your lips and how you adjusted your position on the sofa for any kind of relief. in response you just shook you head, and buried it in his collarbone, subtly indicating what you wanted. 

“baby, you know i’ve gotta work,” he started but as soon as you started climbing off him, his hand reached to you hip to pull you back, “i didn’t say anything about not helping you out though.”

you sent him a confused glance, that he ignored, instead moving you legs to straddle his right thigh - it was at this point you started to catch on to his drift and let out a small giggle.

“something funny, love?” his tone harsh, but his fingers drawing circles on your hip was a soft movement. his hand moved to your back as you leant onto his chest. his hand began guiding your grinding movements on his thigh, but his eyes moved over the focus on the script he had been reading through before - his nonchalance making it so much easier for you to work to your high. your lips find their way to his neck, trying to muffle your moans through littering hickies across any available skin.

“want to hear you, love,” he said and you began to move faster, your high approaching. you let out a moan, dean responding with a sly grin. 

“good girl,” he murmured into your ear, sending tingles down your back to your core. the simple words causing you to moan a little louder, and bring you closer to your release. he must’ve known you were close as he drops the script and his eyes move to focus on your head, tilted back in pleasure. his lips attach to your neck, nipping slightly at the exposed skin. his hands settled either side or your hips, helping you move along his thigh in a rough manner. 

“dean, i’m close,” you uttered out.

“i know baby, just a little more,” his words, sending you over the edge as you reach your climax, and your movements slow gradually as you ride out your orgasm. 

“thank you dean,” you whispered, coming to a close and resting your head on his chest in exhaustion. 

“thank me? thank you, more like. that was the hottest thing ive ever seen,” he chuckled, and your face went red with embarrassment. he pressed his lips to yours in a swift movement, his hands coming up to hold your jaw.

“right, mr. back to work,” you said, grinning as you climbed off him and headed back to to sofa you were on before.

“only if you promise to do that again one day.”

“you could just give me the real thing,” you reply, sending a quick wink.

dean just groans in response, he was now just as frustrated as you were.

[steve-two-phones-mackabee]

The White Queen (BBC/Starz)

I really, really enjoyed this series. It was another series that I found myself having a hard time picking ‘least favourite character’ because... well, even when they were bad, they were still pretty good (I also need to nail down if ‘Least Favourite Character’ means ‘Character I would gladly punch if I met them in real life,’ or ‘Character that was so poorly rendered that they made it hard for me to enjoy the show. So far it’s mostly the former).

The Good: The intrigue; the fact that it made me want to look up British History when each episode was over; the development of its female characters

The Bad: I like even my serious drama with a healthy dose of humor (which is why TLK is forever one of my favorites), and once again, there was little to be had here.

The Surprising:  Being a Starz production, the amount of nudity was no big surprise, but I was pleasantly surprised by how much of the violence was more or less implied, and the guts and gore left to a minimum.  A bloody axe here, a squelchy sound effect there... A good portion of the battles were offscreen, either just out of frame, or alluded to after the fact.

Favorite Characters:

I gotta say, I loved Margaret Beaufort, she was just so wonderfully off her rocker and so damn sure of herself, that she didn’t really care who she pissed off (even poor, put-upon Henry Stafford), the ends (getting her kid on the throne) justified the means.  And the scene after her marriage to (SPOILER) Lord Stanley, it was so subtle, but her expression is priceless.

I liked the dynamic between Elizabeth Woodville and her mother Jaquetta and I was rooting for them through most of the series. (Spoilers) Elizabeth kind of fell apart without her mother.  There’s a lot of Mother/Daughter dynamics woven through the series, some dynamics more effed up than others This is nothing if not a show about mothers, daughters, and duty.

Although she was only there for an episode or two, Margaret of Anjou was a really cool character.. one of those types that is considered bad.. she’s not bad, she just knows what she wants and doesn’t particularly care what people think. She’s Shrewd as hell, and her influence does so, so much to shape what Anne Neville becomes.

Least Favorite Characters:

Count Warwick sucks. I’m glad he {redacted}. Fuck that guy. Jerk.

Pretty much all three of the Brothers York suck in their own way. I had high hopes for Richard, but I read some of the history on the War of the Roses and, nope, that wasn’t going to go my way.

Most Sympathetic Character:

Poor, Poor Sir Henry Stafford. I think this guy thought he was getting to marry a rich but devout widow and then he’d just settle down to a simple country life of title and comfort and relative peace, and what he got was a fanatical, single-minded operator who was not-too-obviously in love with another man and whose machinations kept throwing his life into upheaval. As much as I liked Margaret Beaufort, I just felt so damn bad for Stafford. You can tell, he definitely didn’t sign on for this. And he tried, he tried to be a decent husband. He really did.

OTP - Elizabeth x Edward, Anne x Richard before they got all power-hungry and paranoid.

Faces I recognized: Joey Batey (The Witcher, Knightfall); Dean-Charles Chapman (Game of Thrones); Juliet Aubrey (Snatch)

“Historical” Drama Rewatch List

[dean-charleschapman]

The Weight

Dean-Charles Chapman x Reader

Requested: Yes / No

Summary: A sad Dean comes home from filming and you comfort him

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, 1917 spoilers!

Word count: ~1.5

A/N: My first ever fic! Please send me requests/feedback!

Take a load off, Fanny

Take a load for free

You startle at the sound of your phone ringing, an instinctive smile curling at your lips as you hear the familiar tune of The Weight by The Band playing from your pocket.

“Hey, love! How goes the filming?” you answer Dean’s call brightly, smiling into the receiver as you relax against the couch.

“Pretty good, but I feel like I haven’t seen you in days,” he replies, a pout evident in his voice.

“You saw me this morning, silly,” you giggle.

It did feel as if the two of you hardly spent any time together anymore; the preparation for 1917 had taken longer than either of you had thought, and now that filming had begun, you rarely saw Dean during the day.

“I’ll be home early tonight, the weather’s shit so we can’t film much. It’s lovely outside, no clouds for miles. Absolute shit,” Dean chuckles quietly on the other end and you grin in response, forgetting that he can’t see your smile.

“I’ll try to be awake when you get home, but no promises,” you reply, crossing your legs and propping your feet up on the small coffee table in front of the couch.

“No worries, darling. I probably won’t be able to make it five minutes home without passing out,” he says, and you can hear the exhaustion in his voice.

You both pause, just enjoying each other's presence, speaking becoming unnecessary as you sigh into the phone. You hear muffled voices on Dean’s end, and a hushed reply as he tries to convince Sam to give him a few more minutes with you. You smile and wait for his reluctant goodbye. 

“I hate to cut this short, but duty calls...I’ll see you tonight.”

“Bye, love. Good luck finding some clouds,” you say, smiling as you hear both Dean and George’s laugh.

“I love you,” he says softly, as if trying to have one last moment with you away from the crew and cast.

“Love you more, D.”

You hang up, leaning your head back against the couch and feeling around for the TV remote. You might as well try to fill the time until Dean gets home. You flick through the channels and settle on an Our Planet special about exotic birds, letting yourself relax completely into the cushions. Before you know it, you’re fast asleep, the soothing voice of David Attenborough clouding your mind as colorful feathers float across the screen.

                                                          …

A quiet shuffling from the front hall causes you to wake up, and you slowly open your eyes to the blue shadows of evening. A warm yellow light filters in from the front door, and you realize that Dean has arrived home. A lazy smile settles over your face as you pull yourself off of the couch and make your way to the hallway to greet him.

“Hey lovie, you’re still up,” he speaks softly as he sees you approaching from the living room, still wrapped in a blanket that you had tangled yourself in during your nap.

“Mmhm,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around his torso and closing your eyes, letting his scent wash over you. He exhales into the embrace, placing his chin in the crook of your neck as he sways slightly with you in his arms.

“Missed you all day,” he murmurs into your hair, placing a kiss to your neck.

“Missed you too,” you breathe, pulling him in tighter as you feel his smile against your skin.

“Sorry if I woke you up. You still tired?” he asks, pulling back slightly to look down at you with warm eyes.

“A bit, though I took a nap so I’m not sure how successful I’ll be falling asleep again,” you reply, resting your head against his chest. You can feel his steady heartbeat from under his sweatshirt, and you focus on the lulling sound.

“Well I’m knackered. Feels like I haven’t slept in years,” he groans, letting his arms loosen around you as he makes his way to the kitchen.

“How was shooting? Any clouds?”

“Yes actually, we had a stroke of luck when the wind picked up, so we got to shoot a few scenes. Filmed one of the hardest ones today,” he says with a slight frown that doesn't go unnoticed by you.

“Yeah?” you reply, waiting to see if he’ll elaborate.

“Yeah, it was exhausting. One of the longest takes we’ve ever done, and really emotionally taxing,” he huffs out a laugh to lighten his words, but you can tell that it’s forced.

“Everything ok, love? You seem stressed,” you purse your lips, looking knowingly into his eyes.

He runs a hand through his hair and looks away, leaning against the countertop. “M’fine, just tired,” he brushes you off, his shoulders tense.

“I know you, Dean. I can tell when you’re upset.”

“I'm not upset, just...a little shaken I guess,” he replies, eyes closing as he rubs his face.

“What happened?” you ask with slight concern, coming around the counter to his side.

“Nothing, don't worry love. Blake can be tough sometimes, that’s all,” he turns to you, still leaning against the table as he tries to put on a smile.

“I can’t imagine what it’s like to have to be a soldier, even in a movie,” you look into his eyes, trying to pick out his emotions.

Dean stays silent for a moment, just looking back at you with sharp, blue eyes.

“It was Blake’s death scene. We filmed it today,” he finally speaks, his voice low as he continues to fiddle with his hair.

You reach a hand up to stop him, smoothing out his brown curls and giving him a sympathetic look. You know how attached he is to the character, you had seen his reaction when he had first read the script for 1917, and you can tell he doesn’t want to let him go.

“It was odd, you know. We’d all rehearsed everything for months, but at the end of the scene, I just couldn’t stop crying.” He tilts his head to meet your gaze again, emotion swimming in his eyes.

You give him a sad smile, reaching for his hands. He wraps them around yours, his grip firm and soft, and you give his fingers a squeeze.

“That’s understandable, darling. It’s a sad story,” you comfort him. 

“I think I just need a break. I don’t know why this is affecting me so much.” His voice wavers as he furrows his brows, trying to hide the tears welling in his eyes.

You feel your throat tighten up just from his broken expression, and you fight to stay composed so you can comfort him.

“It’s because you love Blake. And dying like he does...I don’t know how you do it,” you shake your head, watching Dean blink back fresh tears.

Dean nods and swallows thickly, stepping closer to you. You open your arms for him and he accepts the hug gratefully.

You stroke his back as he takes deep breaths against you, pressing a kiss to his temple. You hold him like that for a few moments before gathering yourself and breaking the silence.

“It’s ok to be upset about it, you know. I’m sure I’ll be a right mess when I see it,” you say softly, moving your face to rest your lips by his ear.

“Why don’t we go to bed now, alright?” you whisper.

“Yeah,” Dean sighs, his breathing steadier as he releases you from the tight hug.

You follow him to the bedroom, watching the heavy drag of his feet as you turn off the hallway lights and let the dark haze of night cast vertical shadows on the walls.

You don’t bother putting on pajamas and climb into bed wearing just your t-shirt, slipping under the comforter next to Dean who is already lying down with his eyes closed.

You turn to face him and he opens his eyes, weary and hooded with sleep. He blinks slowly and smiles at you, using his arm to pull you into him so that your head rests against his shoulder and his arm wraps snugly around your waist.

“Thanks,” he whispers, and you tilt your head up to meet his tired gaze.

“For what?”

“For being you.”

“Anytime,” you grin, your reply almost drowned out by a yawn.

He shakes his head, “I mean it. Thank you for always listening and caring. Most people wouldn’t.” 

“I’ll always listen. And of course I care, I love you,” you murmur against his chest, shuffling your body closer to his so that you are pressed completely against him.

“I love you too,” he says softly, his thumb rubbing your hip gently beneath the covers.

“Goodnight, D,” you yawn again, throwing an arm over his chest and placing your hand over his heart.

“Goodnight,” he breathes out, his hand coming up to rest over yours as he places a kiss on the top of your head.

It feels as if a weight is pulling at your lids as you attempt to take one last loving look at Dean before drifting off to sleep, feeling warm and safe with his arms around you.

That night, you dream of brightly colored birds.