#perry mason x reader

[weakling-grace]

#NotMyPresident too but he's so fine 😥

[urhoneycombwitch]

sweet.

Steve x reader smut, 1.3k

foreword: u know that scene from Euphoria where Elliot makes out with Jules’ hand as if it was her pussy… anyways Steve Harrington take it away!!! 🎤 (dedicated to 🦊 anon thank u for your wisdom)

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Sure, the drinking and the dancing is a good way to pass the time, but you’re partial to the end-of-night rituals you and Steve have settled into over the years. Your personal afterparty usually involves a shitty romcom, occasionally some weed, and always snacks both sweet and salty to soak up the alcohol.

Steve’s parents are out of town again, so the two of you are down in the basement den, passing a joint between fingers sticky with candy film.

From all your years of reading Steve’s body language you can tell he’s pretty high- feet planted on the ground but head lolling against the back of the couch, hands lax at his sides. There’s a dopey grin on his face- practically primed for a shitty joke or annoying comment- and you let the smoke out with a huff, asking on the exhale, “What?”

“You owe me five bucks.” Steve presses the side of his head into the couch, looking at you with red-rimmed eyes, still smiling.

You scoff, leaning in to pass the joint back and swiping a handful of gummy bears from the coffee table while you’re at it. “Since fucking when?”

“Since I bought this from Eddie.” Steve waves the weed for emphasis before taking another hit, smoke curling from his nostrils. “You’re matching me in pace, princess. This joint was ten bucks- ergo, you owe me five.”

You cackle despite yourself- “Ergo? You’ve been watching too many Perry Mason reruns.” You know Steve’s not actually gonna make you pay for the weed, he’s just trying to rile you up, and the fact that it’s not working is getting under his skin.

He shrugs a shoulder, just shy of pouting. “Point still stands.”

“Well, you shoulda let me buy from him. Eddie always gives me discounts. On account of these.” Here, you straighten your spine and gesture to your chest- after all the night’s activity, your boobs are practically spilling out of your bra and t-shirt combo, skin glowing in the muted TV’s light.

Steve blinks, clears his throat, and busies himself by ashing the joint into a spare candy wrapper. “Uh huh. Right. I’ll be sure to remember your tits the next time I’m talking to Munson.”

“At least someone will be thinking of them.” You mean it as a joke, but your voice is a bit too mournful to be taken lightly.

“Ah, and you’ve been picking such winners, recently,” Steve intones, dryly. The pillow launched at his head in your poor attempt to hit him is easily batted away. “C’mon, sweetheart. You’ve been going out with total losers. Aaron Conroy? Jamie Porter? Wouldn’t trust either of those guys to find their own dicks. Let alone your whole… business.”

Steve’s aborted gesture to the general area of your jeans makes you guffaw. “Oh, and you’re the reigning expert on girls’ business?”

“Sure am. King Steve, after all.” Said king juts an overeager thumb into his chest, winces, then gives his hand a little shake.

“Mmhm.” You slide across the couch cushions to take the joint again, knee knocking into Steve’s. “I’m pretty good at it too, y’know.”

Steve stares with wide eyes as you suck smoke into your lungs, blinking owlishly before stuttering- “You- you’re saying you’re pretty good at eating pu- at eating girls out?”

Another cackle looses from your chest along with the smoke, you can’t help it- Steve looks so properly shocked. “No, Steve, obviously I meant sucking dick. Not that I’d be opposed, per se, to a girl’s… business.”

The word drips in irony and Steve scrubs a hand down his face in irritation as you settle against the couch next to him, brushing shoulders as you continue. “Just aren’t enough girls in Hawkins to go for. Who are both out and not my friends,” you amend, before Robin can be dragged into the conversation against her will.

“You wouldn’t go down on a friend?” Steve fidgets a strip of paper Clark Bar wrapper between his fingers, crinkling quietly while he waits for your answer.

The weed has settled in your system now, a haze in your veins as you stub the roach out and leave it on the coffee table. You settle back into the couch, suddenly aware of every point of contact- thigh to thigh, arm to arm, shoulder to shoulder with Steve, who’s seemingly paused his breathing.

“Uhm. Yeah. I’d sleep with a friend,” you say, staring at your lap, empty hands twisting around themselves.

The tension of the moment swells, you can feel it in your chest, even as Steve draws in a breath to muse, “Wonder who’s better at it.”

“Eating girls out?” You look at him to confirm, feeling a pang when you see the lock of chestnut hair that’s flopped from its place to rest against his forehead. “I mean… probably you. Seeing as you’ve got the most experience.”

Steve smiles, lazily, tipping his head in acknowledgement, then says, “I could teach you. If you wanted.”

If Steve feels the way you stiffen in response to his words he doesn’t point it out, instead tossing the wrapper aside in favor of taking your hand into his. “Only if you wanted, though.”

You start nodding before the words can come; a shaky “Okay,” and Steve’s wrapping two warm palms around your right hand, manipulating your fingers into making a fist.

“I like to start with kissing,” he says, voice low, gaze fixed on your combined hands. “Y’know. To work her up, get her wet.”

It’s not even technically dirty talk, but the pitch of Steve’s words make your thighs clench involuntarily, seeking friction. Steve brings your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the base of your thumb, and your breath hitches.

“And then I… usually…” Steve trails off, and you can see the gears turning in his head at how best to teach. Apparently, he pegs you for a hands-on learner, because instead of words, he dips down to lick a stripe up the flat of your thumb.

Your mouth falls open as Steve licks deftly into the crease made by your thumb and index finger, curling the point of his tongue near the base again, your clit throbbing in response as if he was actually between your legs.

Steve makes out with your hand for what feels like hours, all sense of time warped by the heady weed. His mouth is warm and wet, saliva dripping through to your palm as he holds you in place despite your squirming.

What’s really turning you on is how into this Steve appears to be- his eyes are closed as if to savor the moment, brow pinched with pleasure, little noises from the back of his throat sending vibrations down your arm.

You fight the urge to sink your free hand into those silky brown locks; instead, your nails bite into soft skin as you clench a fist at your side, willing the subtle movement of your hips with each stroke of Steve’s tongue to stay subtle.

There’s an obscene squelching noise filling the otherwise quiet basement, and this seems to spur Steve on, suckling at your sensitive skin, heat coursing through your body as you gasp out, “Steve…”

He pulls off your hand with a wet pop, a string of saliva still connecting you both, his mouth a glistening half-moon in the low light before he swipes the back of his hand across it. “So. Yeah. Something like that. You taste good, by the way. Sweet.”

You fight with the hinge of your lower jaw to put it back in its place, breathing heavily as you wipe your slick-coated hand against the leg of your jeans. It leaves a wet patch- likely not the only one, if the heartbeat between your legs is any indication. “Probably the gummy bears.”

“Uh huh. You think you’re any better?” Steve’s got that easy grin back on his face, cheeks rosy, lips flushed with color, too.

A quick glance down confirms that he’s hard as a rock, sizeable outline of his cock visible through the denim, betraying the bravado in his stance.

Oh, you’re gonna wreck him.

With an easy grin of your own, you reach for Steve’s hand. “Dunno. Wanna find out?”

[diorgirl444]

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enemies to lovers with charlie

suntanned hands and salty kisses - neil perry

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dallas likes being in control

smih with dallas

cowboy! dallas winston x farmer’s daughter! reader

watching singing in the rain with dallas winston

a night to remember for the rest of your days

instagram posts… 🩰

your instagram if you were dating neil perry

dorothea “dolly” quinn (my newsies oc) 🎟️

what i know about dorothea

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my manifestation… 🧘‍♀️

manifesting my dream bf

moodboards… 🦢

touchstarved! jj maybank x clingy! reader

greaser! dallas winston x soc! reader

dallas x sweetheart! reader outfits

me as amar’s supernatural! readers part 1

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The New Assistant (A Perry Mason Imagine)

Pairing: Perry Mason x female!reader

Summary: Perry and the reader meet because she’s Paul’s new assistant, she’s very competent and he loves it. He is a perfect gentlemen to her.

Requested by: @fantastical-67impala-fangirl​

Warnings: none(?) other than period typical sexism

A/N: Requests are still open. Send a message or fill out the form in my masterlist to request! :)

Word Count: 827

She’s writing away in her notebook when someone strolls right by. She can smell the cigarette being smoked, so she looks up to see her boss, Paul Drake heading for his office.

“Oh, Mr. Drake!” she calls, rising to her feet.

The man turns on his heels and approaches her desk again. “What is it, (Y/n)?”

“Mr. Mason wanted to see you about the latest case. Something about tracking down a waitress, I think. I left the note on your desk.”

He smiles brightly, taking a seat on the corner of her desk. “Thank you. Did Mr. Mason come down here himself to send this message?” He blows out a puff of smoke, his eyebrows raised in anticipation.

“No,” (Y/n) replies with a blush in her cheeks, “Gertie dropped it over here just after you left for lunch.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Let me know if there are any calls you need me to make or anything, Mr. Drake.”

He nods. “Of course, dear. Have you had lunch yet?”

“I was about to go and grab my lunch from the lounge, but I didn’t want to miss you.”

“Go ahead, (Y/n). I’ll make sure the stack doesn’t get too tall on your desk.”

“Thank you, Mr. Drake,” she replies with a small smile.

As she rises to her feet, Paul does the same and heads for his office. (Y/n) exits the office and goes down the hall to the entrance to Perry Mason’s office. She steps in quietly and shuts the door behind her before heading for the employee lounge.

“Good afternoon, Gertie,” (Y/n) greets as she passes her desk. 

“Oh, (Y/n)!” Gertie calls, which causes (Y/n) to stop and turn to her. “Did you pass along Mr. Mason’s message?”

(Y/n) nods. “Of course, Gertie. I’m sure he’s taking care of things now.”

She settles back into her seat as (Y/n) enters the lounge. 

(Y/n) pulls her lunch box out of the fridge and goes to the coffee pot, pouring Paul a cup of coffee. With the coffee and her lunch box in hand, she returns to her desk to drop off her lunch. She approaches Paul’s office door and knocks twice before poking her head in.

“Do you have a moment, Mr. Drake?” she inquires.

He nods, motioning her in.

She enters and shuts the door behind her. “I just wanted to check in with you, Mr. Drake.” She crosses the room and sets the coffee on his desk. “And I figured a cup of coffee would be necessary at this point in the day.”

He smiles at her. “You’re probably the best assistant I’ve ever hired, (Y/n).”

(Y/n) blushes again. “You’re too kind, Mr. Drake.”

“I need you to-”

The door opens across the room. Mr. Mason enters, looking right at Paul and totally missing (Y/n) standing just beside his desk as he approaches. 

“Paul, have you put one of your men on that waitress yet?” Mr. Mason inquires.

“I just finished putting one of my men on it, Perry,” Paul replies. “What’s the rush? I thought it was a valet we were looking for.”

“If we find her, we’ll find the valet.”

“You mean they’re in cahoots?” (Y/n) asks, and both men turn to look at her.

Paul grins, looking at Perry with raised eyebrows.

“In a sense,” Perry answers, smirking.

“Well, we should be able to find them both fairly soon,” Paul interjects. “Frank will be calling me when he finds them.” He turns to (Y/n), tearing off a sheet of paper from a notepad on his desk. “Call him again and make sure he knows he’s looking for two people.”

“Yes, Mr. Drake,” (Y/n) replies as she takes the paper.

Without another word, she turns and returns to her desk outside Mr. Drake’s office. She dials the number on the paper handed to her and calls Frank Roberts to pass along Paul Drake’s message. Once that’s done, she opens her lunch box and pulls out a sandwich. 

(Y/n) is about halfway through her lunch when someone walks into her office. She quickly sets her food aside and wipes her mouth with a napkin, chewing quickly to greet the person. She opens her mouth to speak but freezes when she sees Mr. Perry Mason approaching her desk.

“Good afternoon, Ms. (Y/L/n),” he greets, stopping just in front of her desk.

“Afternoon, Mr. Mason,” she replies. “Is there something I can do for you? I can call Mr. Drake for an update with the waitress, if you’d like.”

He shakes his head. “No, no. I had a question for you.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Of course, Mr. Mason.”

“Would you care to join me for dinner at Clay’s Grill?”

“Tonight? But, Mr. Mason, what about your case?”

He chuckles softly. “Then after the case.”

She smiles a little. “That sounds lovely. I look forward to it.”

[errythinisblue]

can I request a mason imagine, where he’s dating someone from little mix and the girls boyfriends including yours go to a club and and a girl comes up to him saying “I can do so much better than her”leaving y/n to be insecure and he just praises you then later when he realises your insecure he gives reasons why he is in love with you.

Might have asked this before but can’t remember but have a good day 🤍🤍

Hi baby!!!🤍 I’m sorry you had to wait for this, but here it is finally! I hope you like it!!!🤍

“No one compares to you.”

Mason Mount x Y/N

Summary: As you, Jade, Perrie and Leigh-Anne came back from your tour, this night calls for celebration for you and your boyfriends. At least until someone decides to ruin it for you; that’s when your boyfriend came to the rescue.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, reader being insecure, that’s all.

gif credits to @masnmount 

Being a singer and dating a football player wasn’t the easiest of things. You were a singer for Little Mix, and your boyfriend was none other than Mason Mount, Chelsea’s football star.

 The two of you knew each other at a club, while you both were enjoying a night out with your own group of friends, and he was immediately captivated by you as he watched you dancing from afar. You ended up sharing some drinks at the bar that night, chatting and laughing as you instantly clicked while you got to know each other. And as you expected, he slipped in your DMS that same night, after you said your goodbyes to each other before leaving the club.

 That happened almost two years ago. The two of you now shared the same group of friends, pretty much every time you went out; but tonight was different, tonight it was Little Mix night, and you couldn’t be happier about that. You just got back from your tour and you really couldn’t wait to spend this night partying and having fun with the people you loved the most; you loved  your group of crazy girls, especially in moments like this where you weren’t supposed to be thinking about work, only singing and dancing because you wanted to and not because you had to, as you were enjoying a relaxed night out all together with your boyfriends too.

 Mason loved sharing those nights with you, as he could catch a glimpse of you being your foolish self with your best friends, like he did the first time he met you. He loved the way you would never leave his side while you were out, the way you would always sit on his lap or stand in between his parted thighs like you were right now, as you were waiting for your drinks at the bar.

 “Do you remember the first time we drank together? I was seating exactly on that stool, if I remember things right!” Mason laughed as he pointed to the stool Perrie was sitting on, “I can’t believe it’s been almost two years baby…” he murmured in your ear as he hugged you, while you rested your head on his shoulder and your hands on his thighs.

 “I know babe, time really flew by didn’t it?” you raised your hands to his face as you pecked his lips, “I love you, you know that right?”

 “I know, and just so you know, I love you way more than you do.” he said as he winked at you, “I can’t really wait to have you all to myself… this tour you girls had was way too long!” he whined as his hands were all over your body.

 “It’s over now baby, and you won’t hear a thing about tours for another year so…I’m all yours!” you smiled as you felt his lips brushing against the skin on your shoulder and neck.

 “God I love you…” he groaned as he kept you tightly in his arms.

 “Hey Y/N!”, Jade called from behind you, “It’s shots time!” she winked at you as she showed you the tequila bottle in her hand.

 “Coming!” you shouted over your shoulder, “Looks like I have to go baby… I’ll be back in a second, I promise!” you smiled at him as you walked to the girls before Mason pulled you back by your hand to him.

 “I need a kiss before you can go.” he said before diving straight into your full, glossy lips, “Better now…” he smirked as he slapped your butt when you turned around to walk to the girls, leaving him to chat with the other boys.

 Just as you downed your first shot you noticed a blonde girl out of the corner of your eye; she was walking to Mason, putting her hands on his shoulder as you watched him go stiff at the touch of those hands that weren’t yours. She was obviously underdressed, wearing what could be easily described like an underwear set with an excuse for a skirt over it, but you weren’t one to judge. Of course you wouldn’t as you thought that everybody could wear what they wanted, even more so as you were used to wear skimpy outfits on stage when it was required. But you couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable for Mason, when you saw the look of panic he gave you as he looked at you while that blondie was talking to him nonstop. He was nervous as that girl’s attentions were clearly unrequited, and you smirked at him, deciding he had to get out of her grasp on his own.

 “C’mon girls! Let’s show those boys what we’ve got!” you said to your besties, “Can we have four slices of lemon and some salt please??” you asked the bartender that immediately went to prepare what you asked for, coming back to your group as fast as he could.

 “Okay what’s up with you tonight?? Why are you so hyped??” Leigh-Anne asked you, “Has it something to do with blondie over there??” she laughed as she pointed to where Mason was seating, with his eyes pleading for help.

 “What?? Absolutely not, I only want to drink with my girls!” you laughed at her, “Let him watch, I’ll have him in the palm of my hand when he’ll see me sucking on that slice of lemon like my life depended on it!” you smirked, turning your head towards him as you felt his stare burning on your skin.

 “I’ll count to three!” you said, “On three we down these shots okay?? One… Two… Three!” you shouted before licking the salt from the back of your hand and downing the shot. The moment you took the slice of lemon in between your lips your eyes locked with Mason’s who couldn’t help but lick his lips as his eyes were fixed on your mouth sucking all the sour juice out of that yellow slice of fruit.

 But as you heard the words that came out from that blonde girl’s mouth, it was like a bucket of ice cold water hit your body, freezing you in place.

 “What are you looking at babe??” she asked him before turning her head to look at you from head to toe, “Oh don’t bother, I could do so much better than her!”

 Mason could see the hurt in your eyes as you gulped another shot down before walking to the club’s bathroom. Maybe she was right, he could do so much better than you in the end. You were always away from  him, he even told you so, and he was sad about it even if he loved you so much for what you  did, for the way you always sang your heart out while you were on tour. And you were running away from him now, as you were locking yourself in the bathroom, feeling hot tears threatening to escape your eyes. You weren’t there for him the most of the time, what did he see in you?? You weren’t there, not even right now as you were enjoying a night out together.

 You weren’t there. Not even when he told that girl to shut the fuck up. He had enough of her stupid, meaningless talk. And he couldn’t really stand the way he talked about you. Not when he saw the way those words affected you. Not when he saw you run to the bathroom, as he immediately pushed that girl away from him and following you.

 It felt like you stood in that bathroom forever before you heard someone knocking on the door; you quickly took a glance at your face in the mirror, taking deep breaths not to start crying again as you fixed your make up. Once you were satisfied with your looks, you swiftly unlocked the door and opened it, as you found yourself face to face with Mason.

 “Are you okay?” his soft voice asked you, as he left you the space you needed; he wanted to touch you, but he needed to make sure you were okay with that before he could take you in his arms.

 “Hey! Yeah… yeah I am uhm…I-” you tried and put on a fake smile on your face, forgetting that Mason could read you like an open book.

 “Babe.” he warned you as he gently took your hand in his bigger one, “Tell me what’s wrong please. I know you heard what that stupid girl said-”

 “Then you know what’s hurting me.” you confessed as you lowered your gaze to the floor, “She’s right Mason… you could do so much better than me. Even that blonde bitch is better than me…”

 “No baby…” he squeezed your hand in his as he walked in the bathroom with you, locking the door behind his back, “There’s no one that can even compare to you…not in my eyes, not now, not ever…”

 “Why do I feel like it’s like this then?” you looked at him with pleading eyes, and his heart broke at the sadness he read in them, “Mason I’m never there when you need me, I’m always away from you and this is hurting you! And look at me, I’m not even that beautiful! You could do so much better…”

 “Hey hey stop it.” he silenced you pressing his lips to yours, before he leaned his forehead against your own, “You’re so wrong if you think things are like that…”

 “Am I?” you asked him as you rested your hands on his stomach, playing with the fabric of his shirt.

 “You are, and you wanna know why?” he looked at you with his soft, brown eyes, “You’re wrong ‘cause you took my breath away the first time I saw you, and even when I look at you right now nothing has changed. You’re wrong ‘cause you’re always with me even when you’re far away, I always take you with me in my head and in my heart wherever you go, or wherever I go!”

 You sniffled as his beautiful words were starting to sink in your brain, making you cry again as he wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs as he continued to speak.

 “There’s no one I’d rather be with that’s not you. Even when I have to look at this face that I love so much through my phone. You might be far away sometimes and that’s true, but you’ll never be far away from my heart… ‘cause I love too damn much, is that clear?” he said as he softly smiled at your teary face, pecking your lips countless times before he felt you wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss.

 “I’m sorry…” you murmured against his lips.

 “You don’t have to be sorry for a thing. What happened it’s not your fault.” he seriously told you, “But if you helped me get rid of her maybe we wouldn’t be here right now-” me laughed when you slapped his arm, “Ouch!”

 “You should have got rid of her way before she told those words Mount!” you pointed your finger at his chest, “What was I supposed to do??”

 “You could have saved me from her!” he said as he hugged you tight, “Are you okay now?” he asked, putting his face in the crook of your neck.

 “I am, I love you so much Mase…” you whispered in his ear as you left a kiss on his bearded jaw.

 “I love you too…” he groaned, starting to leave kisses on your neck, “I love everything about you…” he murmured against your warm skin, as he turned you around and pushed your body against the counter in the bathroom.

 “Mason…” you moaned, “Mase what got into you??” you half laughed as he sat you down on that same counter before he slid his hands under your short dress while he never stopped kissing your skin.

 “Do you think I didn’t notice the way you purposely sucked on that slice of lemon?” he smirked, looking at you now, while he stroked your cheek with his thumb, “Now, why don’t you show me how did you do it mh?”

 “I don’t see a lemon here…” you bit your lip, deliberately teasing him.

 “Oh baby, you won’t need one, trust me…” he growled before pushing his lips back to yours while he was undoing the button of his jeans. This was definitely going to be the best night out you’ve ever had.

[fangirl-writes]

Who/What I Write & Masterlists

Hi, I’m the writer here at fangirl-writes and this is a little masterpost/list for the fandoms and ships and people I write for. Some of them don’t have any content yet, but if you want to request a fic for said ship or person, feel free.

Requests Are Always Open, how fast I get to your request depends on how inspired I am by it and how much time I have in my personal life.

I write: X Readers, Poly Relationship X Readers, Ship Fics, Ot3 fics, Ot4 fics, etc. Friendship Fics, Fluff, Angst.

I WILL NOT WRITE: Smut (can get a little suggestive), Self-Harm, Suicide, Gore, Mental Illnesses (I don’t feel comfortable writing about what I don’t experience), Abuse, Dark Fics, Sexual Assault, Rape, Pedophilia

All X Readers Female Unless Otherwise Stated Or Requested.

I don’t do transgender reader because I do not feel I could do that justice, as I am not trans. Thank you!

If you don’t see a ship or character you want me to write for, shoot me an ask and I’ll let you know if I feel I can write for them or not!

Who/What I Will Write For:

MBAV: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Outer Banks: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Boys: John B. Routledge, JJ Maybank, Pope Hayward

Girls: Kiara Carrera, Sarah Cameron

Ships:

Jarah, JJPope, KieSarah, CleoPope, KieCleo

Maybe others if requested

Cloak and Dagger: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Stranger Things: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Boys: Steve Harrington, Johnathan Byers, Eddie Munson, Argyle

Girls: Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley

Ships -

Joncy, Stonathan, Stoncy, Ronance, Steddie, Jargyle, Buckingham

Mileven, Lumax, Byler, Greatwise

Teen Wolf: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers - 

Boys: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Theo Raken

Girls: Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimira, Malia Tate

Ships:

Scallison, Stydia, Sciles, Scira, Scisaac, Malira, Allydia, Thiam

Twilight: Masterlist (not yet)

NOTE: Movie or Fanon verse only because we hate Stephanie Meyer

X Readers -

Boys: Edward Cullen, Jacob Black, Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen, Seth Clearwater, Embry Call, Quil Ateara, Jared Cameron, Paul Lahote

Girls: Bella Swan, Alice Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Leah Clearwater

Ships:

Bedward, Jella, Jalice, Rosemett, Carlesme, Blackwater, Rosella, Jaspella, Balice, Jakeward, Belliciper, Jacobelaward

Dead Poets Society: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers - 

Neil Perry, Todd Anderson, Charlie Dalton, Knox Overstreet, Steven Meeks, Gerard Pitts

Ships:

Anderperry, Cheeks, Knarlie, Mitts, Daltonperry

The Outsiders: Masterlist (not yet)

X Reader -

Darry Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Keith “Two-Bit” Matthews, Steve Randle, Dallas Winston

Ships:

N/A

The Breakfast Club: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

John Bender, Claire Standish, Andrew “Andy” Clark, Allison Reynolds, Brian Johnson

Ships:

Any pairing between the main five or maybe a crossover ship if you’re into that.

Footloose: Masterlist (nah)

Note: Not really a fan of the remake but I’ll do it. Requests for the original are much appreciated though 🥰

X Readers -

Ren McCormack, Ariel Moore, Willard Hewitt, Rusty Rodriguez, Woody (no last name for this guy, apparently)

Ships:

Any within the canon or a crossover if you’re into that

Hunger Games: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta

Ships:

Everlark, Gadge, Odesta, Hayffie

The Maze Runner: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Thomas, Newt, Minho, Frypan, Winston, Gally, Teresa, Brenda, Aris

Ships:

Newtmas, Thominho, Minewt, Thominewt, Brederesa

Descendants: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Merlin: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Merlin, Arthur Pendragon, Gwaine, Lancelot, Guinevere, Leon, Eleon, Percival, Morgana, Mordred

Ships:

Merthur, Arwen, Mergwen, Gwencelot, Morgwen, Perwaine

Julie and the Phantoms: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Julie Molina, Luke Patterson (pansexual king 👑), Reggie Peters

Male Reader or Platonic only: Alex Mercer, Willie

Ships:

Juke, Willex, Ruke, Lalex, Julie x Nick

Request others and we’ll see 

Avatar the Last Airbender: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Boys: Aang, Sokka, Zuko, Jet, Haru, Teo

Girls: Katara, Toph, Suki, Mai, Ty Lee, Azula

Ships:

Zutara, Taang, Sukka, Yukka, Mailee , Yueki, Teoaang, On jaang, Jinko, Yuetara, Yueko, Ty Luko

Maybe others if you request them

Big Hero 6: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers:

Hiro Hamada, Tadashi Hamada, Gogo Tomago, Honey Lemon, Wasabi No-Ginger, Fred Frederickson

Ships:

Tadahoney, Gogodashi, Gogozilla (Fred x Gogo), Honeysabi, Honeyfred, Fredsabi, Honeygogo, Gogosabi

Hiro x his age appropriate love interests

Crossovers if that’s something you’re into.

5 Seconds Of Summer: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers

Luke Hemmings, Michael Clifford, Calum Hood, Ashton Irwin

Ships: Real People. No shipping.

Queen/BoRhap: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Smosh: Masterlist (nope)

X Readers -

Boys: Anthony Padilla, Ian Hecox, Shayne Topp, Damien Haas, Keith Leak Jr., Noah Grossman, Chanse McCrary, Spencer Agnew

Girls: Courtney Miller, Angela Giarratana, Arasha Lalani

Ships: Real People. No shipping.

Miscellaneous:

X Readers - 

Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Ben Barnes, Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Timothee Chalamet, Indiana Jones, Trevor Spengler (Ghostbusters: Afterlife), Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians), Howl Pendragon (Howl’s Moving Castle)

Maybe other actors/musicians/characters if you request them

[mountswhore]

hiya hun!! your ben x littlemix!reader fic had me 🥺🥺 but it’s combined my two favourite sets of people and this idea popped into my head. basically ben and the reader (whose in LM) have been dating for a while and the other girls tease the couple whenever they’re together or in their IG comments - because she’s the baby of the group? and then somehow the Chelsea team also are in on it - teasing them about how much time they spend together/how much they talk about each other?? 💙 i love your writing so much

𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 — ben chilwell

summary: Ben has been known to have a thing for you, the baby of Little Mix, and both the girls and his friends won't stop teasing you about it

notes: reqs are open

Ben didn't seem like the type to listen to Little Mix religiously. He'd hear it on the radio, sing along to it, or if it came up on shuffle, he wouldn't skip. But he hadn't taken an interest into Little Mix until he saw Perrie's story. Mason had shown it to him in the England dressing room before the game. It was Perrie recording herself and Alex, then panning the camera over to you in an England shirt, a clear smile on your face. It was captioned: 'She fancies you benchilwell'

He'd taken a look at your Instagram, followed you, and felt stupid for not noticing you before. You were gorgeous, and Mason had brought it to his attention because you were most definitely his type.

"Now you have to score a goal, to impress her." Mason commented, nudging Ben's shoulder before heading to the door for the live training session. Ben just blushed, looking at your Instagram one last time before locking his phone, and he had no idea how happy he made your day.

"Holy shit, Ben just followed me." You stated, in pure disbelief as you watched the England squad walk onto the pitch for training. Perrie was laughing at how flustered you'd become, your cheeks rosy and widened eyes.

And from there, it had started. Ben dm'ed you after the game, talking about how he listens to your music and that he was sorry for not following you sooner. But you didn't care, he followed you now. You had told him how long you'd been a Chelsea fan, and you were so happy for him to be signed.

You'd had many secret dates, when you both had the time, and the media had picked up on it. There were pictures of you emerging from a cinema, holding hands as you left a restaurant, and you were constantly in each other's comments. When you'd post a tour picture, telling your fans how much you missed performing, he'd comment a little heart emoji, or compliment you.

"Aw, bless. He's so in love with you." Jade would often coo, making you go bashful and feel giddy inside. You were significantly younger than your bandmates, well, only three years but they loved to baby you about it. They loved you like older sisters and you were glad they did, they always looked out for you.

When Ben would post some match pictures after a Chelsea victory, you'd comment a blue heart. And Ben wouldn't hear the last of it during training the next day, Mason jumping on his best friend and teasing him about his newfound crush on you. Ben would constantly talk about you, alerting Mason about the snippet you'd sung just for him, about just how attractive you were. He'd roll his eyes, but he was secretly happy for the both of you.

"Did you see Ben in the crowd?" Leigh-Anne asked, panting heavily after finishing a set. The four of you were in your dressing room, cooling down from dancing and singing in front of hot lights for hours. You nodded, remembering Ben winking at you just as the lights dipped for the start of the set.

"Our little Y/N is all grown up," Perrie cried dramatically, bringing you into her side and cradling you, "our baby Y/N has a boyfriend, soon she'll flee the nest." You giggled at them, hearing all their theatrical crying about you growing up, even though you were 23.

[soaringeag1e]

Safe {19}

Past!Dean x Reader - OC Matt x Reader

Warnings: Swearing? None?

Words: 1,919

Previous Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

“It’s Y/N, isn’t it?” Looking over your shoulder to see the familiar green eyed man come to your side, a smile was hard to fight.

“Agent Perry.” Getting a smile of his own, he leaned against the bar. “Taking a break from the case?” With a single nod, his eyes dropped to the drink in your hand.

“We all need one from time to time.” Looking down at your half empty glass, a light, breathless chuckle escaped your whiskey kissed lips.

“That we do.” Smiling back at him, you got a sudden whiff of bacon.

Confused, you began to look around the bar and knew that this memory was no longer the same.

Everyone’s voice began to get louder, almost to the point where you wanted to cover your ears.

Turning your head to look back at Dean, you saw that he was no longer there, confirming that this wasn’t real. Squeezing your eyes shut, you were hoping that the noise would stop, or at least Dean would be back. But before either of your wishes could come true, a phone went off. Your phone.

Opening your eyes again, you noticed that you were no longer in the bar. You were at home, laying in bed, staring at your wall.

Letting out a tense breath, you rolled over, blindly reaching for your phone from the nightstand on the opposite side of your bed.

Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you saw that it was a text from Matt that had woke you up.

Morning gorgeous

It brought a soft grin to your face, but it quickly fell as soon as you remembered that Dean was still downstairs. Or at least you hoped he was.

Locking your phone, you slid out of bed and wrapped your light, silky robe over your shoulders before moving out of your room and towards the stairs. That’s when you realized the smell of bacon from your dream was actually drifting through your house.

“Now?”

“No, not yet. Almost.” Hearing your sons and Dean’s voice in the distance as you made your way down the stairs made your curiosity grow, of course, but it also made you smile.

“You’ve got to wait until it bubbles a little more, otherwise when you flip them, they’ll fall apart.”

Slowly coming around the corner, bringing the kitchen into view, your heart swelled seeing Dean and your son standing over the stove.

“Like that?” Dean looked over Mason’s shoulder then, resting his hand there as he studied the pan in front of them.

“Yeah. That definitely looks better. Go for it.” Your son gripped the spatula and flipped the single pancake he had in the pan. “There you go! See? Perfect.” Dean patted him on the back, and you could tell Mason was smiling.

“Just remember that side won’t need as long, okay?”

“Yeah.” Patting his back once more, Dean went to turn away from the stove, but that’s when his eyes caught you.

Your smile grew a little more and he returned it before his eyes dropped to the counter in front of him.

“Something smells good in here.” As Mason looked over, your teenage blush filled smile transformed into a sweet motherly one.

“I’m making pancakes, mom!”

“I can see that.” Resting one hand on the top of his head and snaking the other around him to avoid messing with his job of making pancakes, you tilted your head slightly, kissing him on the cheek.

“They look delicious.”

“Dad’s teaching me.” Hearing him call Dean ‘dad’ made your heart jump.

Knowing that had to be the first time Mason had called him that in front of you, Dean subconsciously took a step away from you both as if you were going to start yelling at him.

It took him another second or so to dare look back at you, but once he did he was able to relax a little. He was expecting you to be mad, but you seemed to be more shocked than anything.

“Uh....I made some coffee.” he pointed toward the almost full coffee pot on the counter behind you. “If you want some.” You smiled softly before going for a mug from the cupboard and then filled it up with the amazing morning brew.

“Alright, we’ve got orange juice!” Pulling the hot mug from your lips, you saw Sam step into view and he slowed as he saw you. “Oh, hey, Y/N.You’re up.” Swallowing the hot liquid, you nodded softly.

“Yeah. The smell woke me up.”

“Hope nothing was burning.” he chuckled as he looked over at Dean, who just glared back at him in return.

“Screw you, it smells delicious in here.” Sam continued to laugh softly as Dean turned away to butter more toast that was beginning to pile high, and once everything was ready, you all sat down like a normal family would and had breakfast together.

“Alright. You take care of your mom, okay?” Dean shut the back of the car after setting the leftovers from breakfast in the backseat.

“I will.”

“Good.” Leaning against the car, he looked up briefly to see you talking to Sam on your porch. “And I want you do something else for me.” Seeing that he had Mason’s full attention, he knelt down in front of him.

“I know it’s hard, but I want you to give Matt a chance.” As Mason rolled his eyes, Dean continued. “I know, but I’m serious, Mason.” For how much it pained him to see you, let alone think about you with someone else, he knew he needed to push it aside for you and Mason.

“He.....” he paused, struggling to push passed it, but he finally got there after taking a deep breath. “He does seem like a really cool guy, and I can tell that your mom likes him. So, I’m sure if you give him a chance, you may be surprised. Okay?” Mason was quiet for a good chunk of time, seeming like he was in the same spot as Dean. Not wanting to accept it, but doing it to make you and Dean happy.

“Okay.”

“Okay.” Dean nodded, smiling at the kid. “And no more 911 texts.” Mason chuckled softly, but nodded in agreement.

“Alright.”

“Good man.” Seeing you and Sam make your way towards the car, Dean massaged Mason’s shoulder as he stood and that’s when Mason met up with Sam to say his goodbyes.

You smiled at how much Mason seemed to love Sam, but then your eyes went to Dean. The same amazing face that you wish you never had to say goodbye to.

“Thanks for breakfast.” Dean chuckled, sliding his hands into his pockets.

“You’re welcome.” he shrugged as he leaned against the back of the car. “Mason helped.”

“I know.” A breathless laugh came from you as you looked back at your nine year old standing next to his extremely tall uncle. “He loved it too.”

“Yeah, he did.” Sighing, you met his eyes once again, fighting that same battle you fight with yourself every time you look at him. He almost looked like he was fighting that same battle, until he found a way to divert himself.

“I uh.....I got something for ya.” he pulled away from the car and moved to the back, opening up the trunk.

You followed, looking over the trunk quickly before looking back at Dean. You wanted to take in as much of him as you could before you saw the Impala take off down the road.

“Here.” he held out a knife with a wooden handle and etchings in the blade itself.

“Dean.....no.” you took a step back, not wanting anything to do with it. Yes, you wanted to be with him, but there was a big difference in being protected by him and Sam and doing it yourself.

“Y/N......I want you and Mason to stay safe, and this is the way to do it.” You continually shook your head. “Come on, you’re a mortician. You cut into people all the time.”

“Yeah, ones that are already dead.” Flipping it in his hand, Dean held the handle out to you.

“It’ll bring me piece of mind. Please?” Sighing heavily, you wanted nothing more than to tell him that if he wanted you safe then he should take you and Mason with him, but you knew that would just lead to more fighting and the same old outcome. Dean driving away.

So keeping your mouth shut, you swallowed down your frustration and took the knife from him.

“Thank you.” You nodded, carefully sliding the knife in the back of your pants. “I want you to take this too.” he reached back into the trunk, pulling a gun out this time. Popping the clip out quickly, he made sure it was loaded before trying to hand it over to you.

“Dean.....” you growled softly.

“I know. But.....please?” You stood there, glaring at him and then the gun. “The bullets have devils traps etched into them.”

“And, God forbid we need to use either of these.....what if it’s not a demon?” Dean’s stomached flipped at the thought, but he was hopeful.

“I’m pretty sure if anything were to come after you and Mason it would be a demon. If not, this will at least slow it down so you can get somewhere safe and call me.” You were skeptical, but again, to make him happy, you took it.

He watched as you slid that in your back pocket too, and just like you, he took a moment to look at you. Already missing you though you were right in front of him. Knowing he couldn’t do that forever though, he quickly cleared his throat and looked over towards Sam.

“Alright. You ready, Sam?” The dreadful moment had been reached, and all you could do at the moment was stare at the ground beneath your feet.

“Yeah.” Sam’s hand met your back, causing you to pull your gaze away from the green grass and force a smile as you looked up at him. “Take care of yourself, alright?”

“Yeah.” you breathed as he pulled you into him. “You too.” you squeezed him tight, knowing you were going to miss him just as much as you were going to miss Dean.

Knowing it was going to be too much for you, let alone him too, Dean just smiled at you before moving toward the drivers side. He knew if he hugged you, he wouldn’t want to let go, and you would no doubt feel the same. 

After they climbed in, you pulled Mason in front of you, wrapping your arms around him and kissing the top of his head.

As Dean hit the asphalt, he honked his horn a couple times before flying down the road and out of sight, again.

You weren’t sure which was worse. Getting to see Dean every once in awhile but having to say goodbye every time, or never seeing him again so you wouldn’t have to keep saying goodbye.

They were both hard to think about.

[bofursunboundbraids]

85 Statements

I was tagged by @catthefearless Thank you!!

rules: answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people

LAST

1. drink - Sparkling water.

2. phone call - Ummm...probably ordering dinner to go from Giovanni’s last week.

3. text message - My mama asking if I want to check out a new coffee place when she gets off work. (Answer: Fuck yeah!)

4. song you listened to - “Wrong Crowd” by my beautiful child Tom Odell

5. time you cried - Uh...last week after my employment counselor appointment. Cuz insecurity is a mutha!

EVER

6. dated someone twice? - Yes, because young and stupid/insecure (see a pattern forming?)

7. kissed someone and regretted it - There are a couple I side-eye, but regret? No.

8. been cheated on - Yes, but I’ve also cheated.

9. lost someone special - Yes.

10. been depressed - I experience bouts of frustration and disappointment, with and in life in general.

11. gotten drunk and thrown up - A number of times. I can no longer drink rum.

FAV COLORS

12. Midnight blue

13. Emerald green.

14. Lavender.

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…

15. made new friends - Yes! Thank you tumblr!

16. fallen out of love - No.

17. laughed until you cried - Maybe?

18. found out someone was talking about you - No.

19. met someone who changed you - No.

20. found out who your friends are - Yes.

21. kissed someone on your Facebook friends list - No.

GENERAL

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life? - Most of them, I think. I’m still waiting for the day the website, along with Mark Zuckerberg, gets shot into the sun.

23. do you have any pets - My genday conure Butchie my Buddy bird.

24. do you want to change your name - I dumped my last name last fall for my maternal grandfather’s birth name. My first name is 500% me.

25. what did you do for your last birthday - Got the slip-on checker board vans I’ve wanted since junior high and had dinner with my mom and nephew at Cracker Barrel cuz that shit is my JAM!

26. what time did you wake up today - 8am

27. what were you doing at midnight last night - Reading “Kidnapped by the Pirate” by Keira Andrews, a most excellent mlm historical romance.

28. what is something you can’t wait for - To be employed, earning decent money, so I can FINALLY GO TO NEW ZEALAND FFS!

30. what are you listening to right now - I’m watching “It Came from Outer Space” (1953)

31. have you ever talked to a person named Tom - This is funny, because I was recently trying to remember when the last time I knew someone named Tom was. Junior High maybe?

32. something that’s getting on your nerves - I haven’t been to New Zealand yet, which is really starting to piss me off.

33. most visited website - Tumblr, Twitter, Pinterest, YouTube.

34. hair color - Currently John Frieda’s Brilliant Brunette (3N) which is a wonderful deep chocolate brown, what I call Arwen/Frodo brown. It’s dark without making me look washed out. Perfect.

35. long or short hair - It’s a toss up between a Louise Brooks bob and mid-neck length. Anything longer, on me, is pointless.

36. do you have a crush on someone - I’m kinda torn between Martin Freeman, Jack White, and NY attorney general Eric Schneiderman.

37. what do you like about yourself- I can’t give up and I will never settle.

38. want any piercings? - No.

39. blood type - O negative. I’m UNIVERSAL BABY!

40. nicknames - Steesh, Bobeesh

41. relationship status - happily single.

42. zodiac - Pisces

43. pronouns - she/her

44. fave TV shows - Hawaii 5-0 (original), Wild Wild West, Route 66, Perry Mason, X-Files, Twin Peaks, Hannibal, Streets of San Francisco, WKRP in Cincinnati, Unsolved Mysteries...

45. tattoos - No, but I have a list of the ones I want.

46. right or left handed - right

47. ever had surgery - I had an emergency appendectomy right before my 13th birday.

48. piercings - 2

49. sport - my ex was an Aikido instructor, so I have a brown belt, but I gaven’t trained in a really long time.

50. vacation - About a year and half ago, Mum and I went to Boise, Idaho to check it out as a possible place to move to. It was nice, but we’ve scratched it off the list. Now we’re looking at Virginia.

51. trainers - since Nike bought Converse (fuck you very much), I am now a 500% Vans girl.

MORE GENERAL

52. eating - The last thing I ate was chicken shawarma with basmati rice and hummus. So freaking good.

53. drinking - I’m a coffee girl and I love a good lavender mocha.

54. I’m about to watch - it’s bed time. Gotta do my Italian (Duolingo) then reading.

55. waiting for - me to be at a point where I can start being paid for building freaking websites so I can go to freaking New Zealand!

56. want - To be paid.

57. get married - I’ve never believed in the institution.

58. career - I wanna make pretty, responsive web sites that achieve high seo rankings - AND GET PAID!

59. hugs or kisses - I like them both, as long as it’s someone I want to be doing it with. I would kind of like to kiss a boy whose name I don’t know and then never see him again.

60. lips or eyes - For me it’s the holy trinity; eyes, nose, lower lip.

61. shorter or taller - At 5’7” I feel taller than most other women. If we’re talking guys...I’ve had both, but prefer taller.

62. older or younger - Age is irrelevant, unless they’re really young. I abide by the equation (half your age plus 7)

63. nice arms or stomach - How about hands?

64. hookup or relationship - I’ve never experienced a hookup, but I never say never.

65. troublemaker or hesitant - I’m game as long as no one is getting hurt and no laws are being broken and no assholery is being committed.

HAVE YOU EVER

66. kissed a stranger - once, a long time ago.

67. drank hard liquor - Yup.

68. lost glasses - Sunnies? Yes. Readers? Between Mum and I, there are like twenty pairs floating around the house, so that’s a big no. Have broken quite a few, however.

70. sex on the first date - Ewww, no! Unless...

71. broken someone’s heart - Yes. My one big regret.

72. had your heart broke - Yes, but no.

73. been arrested - No

74. cried when someone died - No

75. fallen for a friend - Yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

76. yourself - Fuck yeah!

77. miracles - No.

78. love at first sight - I believe in the chemical reaction that happens in the brain when physical attraction occurs.

79. santa claus - Fuck yeah Santa RULES!

80. kiss on a first date - Yes.

81. angels - No.

OTHER

82. best friend’s name - Her name’s Shannon and she’s my mom.

83. eye color - Green.

84. fave movie - The Three Musketeers (1973), The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit (Jackson), Casablanca, Jaws, Dracula (1931), The Big Sleep, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. I’d also like to give a big shout out to the entire genre of 40s/50s Film Noir as well as 1950s SciFi and teen exploitation films, that shit gives me life!

85. fave actor - Humphrey Bogart, Raymond Burr, Jack Lord, Elizabeth Taylor, Marilyn Monroe, Katherine Hepburn, Cate Blanchett, Mads Mikkelsen, Peter Lorre, Bela Lugosi, Jack Lemmon, Martin Freeman, Richard Armitage, Laird Creager (btw...if you don’t know who that is, Google him! He was a queer actor who died way too young, right before his career was on the verge of really taking off. Some say his would’ve been not unlike that of Vincent Price, another one of my most very favorites. Check out “The Lodger” from 1944. It’s a take on Jack the Ripper and he is BRILLIANT! It also stars George Sanders and Merle Oberon.)

I’m not tagging anyone specifically, therefore I tag EVERYONE! Let us know who you are, and please tag me if you do!😍

[elcinelateleymickyandonie]

Filmografía

The Town that Forgot God (1922)

Plunder (1923)

Twelve Miles Out, sin créditos (1927)

Honor of the Family (1931)

Expensive Women (1931)

Under Eighteen (1932)

The Woman from Monte Carlo (1932)

Beauty and the Boss (1932)

The Mouthpiece (1932)

The Dark Horse (1932)

Skyscraper Souls (1932)

Three on a Match (Tres vidas de mujer, 1932)

The Match King (1932)

Employees' Entrance (Entrada de empleados) (1933)

The Mind Reader (El adivino) (1933)

Gold Diggers of 1933 (Vampiresas 1933) (1933)

Goodbye Again (1933)

Lady for a Day (Dama por un día) (1933)

Bedside (1934)

Upperworld (Gente de arriba) (1934)

Smarty (1934)

Dr. Monica (1934)

The Dragon Murder Case (1934) como Philo Vance

The Case of the Howling Dog (1934) como Perry Mason

Cleopatra (1934)

Imitation of Life (Imitación de la vida) (1934)

The Secret Bride (La novia secreta) (1934)

Living on Velvet (La vida es sabrosa) (1935)

The Case of the Curious Bride (1935) como Perry Mason

Don't Bet on Blondes (1935)

The Case of the Lucky Legs (1935) como Perry Mason

The Widow from Monte Carlo (1935)

Times Square Playboy (1936)

Satan Met a Lady (1936)

The Case of the Velvet Claws (1936) como Perry Mason

Stage Struck (1936)

Go West, Young Man (1936)

Outcast (1937)

Midnight Madonna (1937)

The Firefly (1937)

Madame X (1937)

Arsène Lupin (1938)

The First Hundred Years (1938)

Wives Under Suspicion (El beso revelador) (1938)

The Lone Wolf Spy Hunt (1939) como The Lone Wolf

The Gracie Allen Murder Case (1939) como Philo Vance

The Man in the Iron Mask (1939)

Day-Time Wife (Tejados de vidrio) (1939)

The Lone Wolf Meets a Lady (1940) como The Lone Wolf

The Lone Wolf Strikes (1940) como The Lone Wolf

Lillian Russell (1940)

Trail of the Vigilantes (La senda de los héroes) (1940)

Arizona (1940)

The Lone Wolf Keeps a Date (1941) como The Lone Wolf

The Lone Wolf Takes a Chance (1941) como The Lone Wolf

Wild Geese Calling (Vidas sin rumbo) (1941)

Secrets of the Lone Wolf (1941) como The Lone Wolf

El hombre lobo (1941)

Wild Bill Hickok Rides (1942)

Counter-Espionage (1942) como The Lone Wolf.

Créditos: Tomado de Wikipedia

https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warren_William

#HONDURASQUEDATEENCASA

#ELCINELATELEYMICKYANDONIE

[fandomwritings-cm13]

A Missed Date (A Paul Drake One Shot)

Pairing: Paul Drake x female!teacher!reader

Summary: (Y/n) is to meet up with her husband, the Paul Drake who works for the infamous lawyer Perry Mason. However, a rough day at work ruins her appetite. Paul, on the other hand, wants to help.

Warnings: another self-indulgent piece, fluff, (overly?)emotional reader, lots of dialogue

A/N: This could be considered a sequel to the drabble The Week From Hell, but you don’t have to read that one to get this one. Thanks for reading!

Word Count: 1664

Paul picks up the phone after it rings once.

“Yes?” he states, still writing on the notepad in front of him.

“Your wife is on the line. Shall I put her on?” his secretary replies.

“Please.”

The line is silent for a couple seconds.

“Go ahead, Mr. Drake,” his secretary states after connecting his wife’s call.

“Hello, (Y/N),” Paul says with a smile, setting his pencil down.

“Hi, Paul,” she replies quietly, sounding less cheerful and more tired. “I know you said you wanted me to come meet you at Clay’s Grill, but I’m not feeling great. I think I’m going to head to bed early and call it a night.”

“Everything go okay today?”

The line is silent for a few seconds too long for Paul.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she mumbles.

“I’ve got one more thing to wrap up here at the office,” Paul states. “Why don’t you get comfortable, and I’ll pick something up on my way home for us to eat.”

“No, I don’t want to take you out of your way home. You can still go to dinner at Clay’s.”

He shakes his head. “You still need to eat, honey.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll be better in the morning.”

“Alright. I’ll see you at home.”

“Okay.”

“(Y/N),” Paul says, hoping to catch her before she hangs up.

“Yes?” she replies timidly.

“I love you.”

She’s silent for a few seconds too long. “I love you, too.”

The line goes dead a second later, and Paul hangs up, too. With a heavy sigh, he turns back to his work. 

Or, at least, he tries to. He struggles to focus, knowing that his wife is at home and upset. 

He picks up his phone and calls Clay’s Grill. It rings a couple times before someone picks up.

“Clay’s Grill, how may I help you?” a chipper woman’s voice comes through the receiver.

“I’d like to place an order to pick up,” he replies.

“Of course, sir. What would you like?”

“Two hamburgers, both with fries.”

“What would you like on each?”

“On one, everything. On the other, just lettuce, ketchup, mustard, and pickles.”

There’s a brief pause as the waitress writes down the order.

“Will that complete your order, sir?” she asks.

“Yes,” Paul answers.

“Your name, please, sir.”

“Paul Drake.”

“Alright. It will be ready for you in about 15 minutes, Mr. Drake.”

“Thank you.”

He hangs up the phone and directs his attention to the notepad in front of him. He does have about 15 minutes to kill, after all.

Try as he might, he can’t seem to focus on the task in front of him. The words get all jumbled in his mind and don’t transfer well onto the paper.

He pulls out a cigarette from his breast pocket and lights it as he picks up the phone again. He dials the phone quickly then blows out a long puff of smoke as he listens to the phone ring.

“Hello,” a man states.

“George, I have a job for you,” Paul replies.

“What is it, Paul?”

“I need you to track down something. You have some paper handy?”

There’s a brief pause. “I do.”

“Track down where a 1952 Pontiac station wagon is. It’s red and belonged to a Mr. Randall Springs. License number HZL 392.”

“How long has it been missing?”

“About a week. Last seen in Las Vegas.”

“Got it. I’ll call once I have it.”

“Thanks, George.”

He hangs up the phone, puts out his cigarette, then rises to his feet. As he leaves his office, he pulls his coat on. His secretary has already left, leaving the office empty and quiet. Though, he doesn’t pay much attention to it as he heads out and locks up behind him.

He enters the elevator and pushes the button for the ground floor. As the elevator descends, he taps his foot impatiently, his hands tucked into his pockets. When the doors finally open, he steps out quickly and immediately heads into Clay’s Grill.

“Good evening, sir,” the woman behind the counter by the door greets. “How can I help you?”

“I’m here to pick up an order,” Paul replies. “It’s under the name Paul Drake.”

She checks the book on the counter in front of her. “It should be ready, Mr. Drake. I’ll go check the kitchen.”

He nods once, watching her walk away, and leans on the counter. His gaze wanders the room as he waits for her to reappear, checking his watch every few seconds.

“Here we are, Mr. Drake,” the woman announces, approaching him where he stands at the counter. “Two burgers with fries.”

“How much do I owe?” he questions.

“A dollar fifty.”

He fishes his wallet out of his pocket and pulls out the $1.50. He hands it to the woman and takes the paper bag from her.

“Have a good night, Mr. Drake,” she says with a bright smile.

“You, too,” he replies, his tone flat, before quickly exiting and heading straight for his car.

Paul sets the paper bag in the passenger seat as he climbs in. He starts the car and begins driving home. It takes him about a half an hour to make it there. He unlocks the door and enters, locking the door behind him. Before heading further into the house, he drops the paper bag with their dinner off at the kitchen table.

He walks down the hall, trying to be quiet since it’s dark.

“(Y/N)?” he calls, poking his head into the dark bedroom. “You in here, honey?”

Silence.

He steps further into the room. “(Y/N), I’ve got dinner in the kitchen.”

He glances around the room once he’s closed the door behind him, which allows his eyes to gradually adjust to the darkness around him. It takes a few moments, but once his eyes are adjusted, he’s able to make out a form on the bed. It’s (Y/N).

“Hey, honey,” he murmurs, taking a seat on the edge of the bed with his torso turned to face her, despite her back being to him. “Dinner should still be warm. I left it out in the kitchen.”

She doesn’t make a sound or even move to acknowledge him.

He lays a hand on her waist. “(Y/N), you’ve got me worried. What happened? How’d the observation go?”

She shakes her head quickly, burying her face into her pillow.

“It went that bad...?”

A sob shakes her body, making Paul’s heart ache. He gets up and goes around to the other side of the bed. He removes his suit coat and drapes it over the footboard. Then, he looses his tie and places it on top of the suit coat, toeing his shoes off. It’s just a couple seconds more before he’s climbing into the bed to lay beside (Y/N). He doesn’t speak a word as he pulls her close. The top of her head ends up pressed against the bottom of his chin, her forehead brushing against his shirt collar. Her hands come up to his chest, but she keeps them between their bodies.

Several silent minutes pass before either of them speak.

“I’m sorry to worry you,” (Y/N) mumbles, tears still flowing down her cheeks.

“I just want to know you’re okay,” Paul replies, his hand gently squeezing her side.

“It doesn’t matter...”

“Of course it does.” He moves some hair away from her face, his fingers ghosting down the side of her face to wipe some of her tears away. “What can I do, honey?”

She shakes her head, sniffling as she wipes more of her tears away.

He sighs quietly. “Did Mr. Herman say something that upset you?”

Again, she shakes her head but hides her face from his gaze.

“(Y/N)...” Paul sighs. “Honey, I don’t want to play detective with you... What happened today with your observation?”

“It was more than just Mr. Herman in my classroom this morning.”

Paul is silent, waiting for her to continue.

“There was also a Mr. Thompson and his assistant Ms. Murray.”

“Who are they?”

“He’s a professor in Boston.” (Y/N) sniffles. “He’s doing some research on the education of young people.”

“That certainly sounds right up your alley, honey.”

She nods slowly, wiping away some fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. 

“Did he say something?”

“Not exactly, Paul. He didn’t really say much at all, though I got the impression he may not have been very impressed.”

Paul gently squeezes her side, hoping she’ll continue.

“His assistant...” her voice cracks. “His assistant was talking pretty loudly about how some of the other teachers did.”

“And?”

“She had her own opinion. Apparently, she felt some of the others were better than me.”

“(Y/N), look at me, honey,” Paul murmurs. 

When she doesn’t look up at him, he tilts her head up with a gentle finger under her chin. There are tears still in her eyes and flowing down her cheeks.

“I don’t care what that assistant or professor has to say,” Paul states. “You’re a good teacher. It’s clear how much you care about your kids and how much you plan for them to be successful.” He carefully rubs his thumb along her cheekbone. “I know you wanted to make a good impression and you’ve been planning for weeks to be ready for this.”

“You weren’t there, Paul.”

“I didn’t have to be to know you did the best you could’ve.”

Her shoulders relax considerably, the tension leaving them.

He plants a kiss on her forehead. “Don’t worry about what they have to say.”

She stares up at him for a few seconds before nodding.

“Now, how about dinner?”

She shakes her head, smiling this time. “It always goes back to food with you, Paul.”

“Well, you should get comfortable, and I’ll get dinner out and on the table.”

“Alright, Paul.”

He pecks her lips. “I’ll see you in the kitchen.”

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Masterlist

Updated: 09/21/2024

Requests

My AO3

Buy me a coffee

Marvel + Actors

Steve Rogers

Steve’s Moment - one shot

Post-Mission Cuddles - drabble

The Quiet Mill Inn (20′s!AU x OC) - 1   2   3   4   5   6

Bucky Barnes

What a Bore - Bucky imagine

Beauty Sleep - Bucky Drabble

Wife of a Future Mob Boss - Dark!Bucky, Dark!Steve, Mob!AU: 1   2   3   4

Sebastian Stan

Elevator Malfunction - SebStan one shot

DC + Actors

Aquaman

More Awkward Than Romantic - one shot

Clark Kent/Superman

The Roommate - one shot

Sounds Like Sense and Sensibility to Me - drabble

Henry Cavill

Take Care of Yourself - drabble

Star Trek

Captain Kirk

Hold Me Closer - Jim Kirk drabble

Spock

A (Attempted) Birthday Surprise (TOS Spock) - drabble

Work Drama (TOS Spock) - drabble

The Only Human (TOS Era) - 1   2   3   4   5

Harry Styles

One’s Not Ready Yet - one shot

Queen/Bohemian Rhapsody

A Rough Breakup - Modern!AU one shot

Cuddles and Blankets - John Deacon drabble

Perry Mason (1957-1966)

Perry Mason

The New Assistant - imagine

Paul Drake

The Week From Hell - drabble

A Disappointing End to a Disappointing Week - drabble

A Missed Date - one shot

The Case of the Missing Maid - 1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9

The King’s Man and Kingsmen movies

Conrad Oxford (The King’s Man)

In Search of a Cure for heartbreak (modern!AU) - drabble

Anonymous request - modern!AU drabble

The New Recruit - Part 1   Part 2

At Long Last (anon request) - drabble

Orlando Oxford (The King’s Man)

Necessarily Worried - imagine

BBC Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes

The Case of the Shadow Murderer (Victorian era):   1   2

Headcanons: How _____ would react...

Kids on a plane/in an airport

[fandomwritings-cm13]

A Disappointing End to a Disappointing Week (A Paul Drake Drabble)

Pairing: Paul Drake x female!reader

Summary: (Y/n) has a long and rough week. What had been getting her through was a little weekend getaway planned to visit one of her old friends. Plans fall through, and she’s left to struggle through the disappointment. Paul is surprised to see her when he gets home from work.

Warnings: fluff, a bit of angst

A/N: another self-indulgent drabble, so thanks again for reading!

Paul walks into the house, locking the door behind him. He’s only half-paying attention as he makes his way to the kitchen. However, he stops short when he sees (Y/n) sitting at the table. The lights aren’t on in the kitchen or anywhere else in the house, only one inside the living room which allowed him to see as he made his way inside.

“Hey, beautiful,” he says, taking a seat beside her. “What’re you doing here? I thought you were going up to Fresno for the weekend.”

She shrugs, her gaze remaining on the table, and shifting her hands on the mug.

“Honey,” he reaches over to grasp her hand, “what happened?”

She shakes her head, pulling her hand out of his gentle grasp. Without a word, she rises to her feet and places her mug in the sink.

“(Y/n),” he breathes, but she still doesn’t look at him. “What happened? Why didn’t you take your flight to Fresno?”

She again shakes her head, quicker this time, and her hand comes up to cover her mouth as tears well up in her eyes. The sudden burst of emotion bubbling to the top causes her to waver on her feet. Paul is quick to stand and steady her, an arm around her waist and the other hand at her elbow.

A sob breaks loose from her, and Paul immediately maneuvers her in his arms so she’s able to lean forward on him. It only takes a second before he feels her tears hitting his shirt. He rubs her back gently and rests his chin on the top of her head. She clings to him tightly, one hand gripping his button up at his side above his pants and the other is at his shoulder with a more loose grip.

(Y/n) cries for a few moments, and Paul remains silent in continuing to comfort her.

“I couldn’t go to Fresno,” (Y/n) sniffles, pulling away from Paul a little.

“Why not?” he questions gently.

“Laila called this morning, after you left for work. She said Ken was very sick. I-” She pauses, the emotions bubbling back up to the surface again. “I tried to offer to fly out and help in any way I could. Laila said she didn’t want me getting sick, too.”

“I’m sorry, honey,” he murmurs. “I know how much you were looking forward to this getaway.”

She nods slowly, biting her lip to keep more tears in.

“Did you call any of your other friends to see about getting away for the weekend?”

She nods again, and a tear slides down her cheek.

“I take it, nothing?”

She nods once more, laying her head on his shoulder again.

“Maybe we could ask Perry about using his cabin. Would that make you feel better?”

“No, Paul. I-... I couldn’t impose on Mr. Mason like that.”

“He won’t mind, honey. He’s not using it at the moment.”

“And if he needs you for a case?”

“I can always put one of my men on it.”

She sighs quietly. “It’s too late to be leaving.”

“Then we’ll leave in the morning,” Paul decides.

(Y/n) pouts.

He chuckles. “I know, I know. You wanted an easy weekend, darling. A chance to sleep in and relax. Well, I promise I’ll take care of everything.”

She gives him a look of doubt.

“Go get changed, honey. Let’s go out for dinner.”

“Alright, Paul, but nowhere too extravagant.”

He smiles and pecks her lips, squeezing her sides before she disappears down the hall and into their bedroom.

[fandomwritings-cm13]

The Week From Hell (A Paul Drake Drabble)

Pairing: Paul Drake x teacher!reader

Summary: Reader has a long week teaching. Paul notices immediately and takes her home to take care of her.

Warnings: fluff, implied nudity (no smut)

A/N: This is based on the Perry Mason series from 1957. Also, other than the profession, there are no other concrete descriptions of the reader.

This drabble is totally self-indulgent, so thanks for reading!

Word count: 1034

He knew from the moment she walked out of the school building that it had been a long and rough day for her. Her shoulders were slumped, her tote hanging heavily on her elbow, and her eyes were downcast as she made her way to where he was waiting in the car.

She slides into the passenger seat of the car with a heavy sigh, settling in with her tote between her feet. 

“What’s the matter, honey?” Paul asks as she slips her shoes off. “Long day?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” she mutters.

He puts the car in drive and begins heading home. “Tell me all about it.”

She shakes her head, leaning back in the passenger seat a bit to get comfortable.

He shifts one hand on the steering wheel, shifting so that he can control the vehicle with one hand, and reaches over with the other to take her hand. She doesn’t shake him off or move her hand away from his.

The car ride home is silent. Not even the radio plays. All either can hear is the wind, the motor, and the cars passing them.

When they reach the driveway, Paul pulls in and parks then shuts off the engine. 

“(Y/n), let’s go inside,” he states. “Give me your bag, and I’ll get started on dinner while you get comfortable.”

“No, I’ll be alright,” she tries to deny, sitting up and putting on her shoes again. 

“Darling, I insist.”

She pauses and looks over at him, studying him for a couple seconds. “Paul, I don’t want you to feel like you have to just because-”

“You’re tired, darling. Let me take care of you.”

She nods slowly, looking away to grab her tote. 

Paul takes it from (Y/n) then gets out of the car. He goes around the front of the car to the passenger side door and opens her door. He extends his hand to her, which she takes, and he helps her out of the car. The pair walk hand in hand to the front door, where Paul releases her hand to unlock the door. With the door open, he motions her inside.

(Y/n) steps through the doorway, and Paul follows behind her, closing and locking the door behind them. He pauses for a moment and watches as she disappears from view, heading to their bedroom.

The next couple of hours go by quietly. The pair eat dinner without much conversation. Once done eating, (Y/n) washes the dishes, and Paul dries them and puts them away. He walks beside her to their bedroom.

“You get your bed clothes, honey,” he murmurs sweetly to (Y/n), kissing the side of her head. “Meet me in the bathroom when you’re ready.”

She gets her night dress and undergarments then goes into the bathroom. Paul has been filling the bathtub and is shirtless when (Y/n) walks in. He smiles at her, reaching out to take her night clothes from her. She hands them to him but lingers close to the door. 

“Paul,” (Y/n) breathes, watching as he sets them aside, “you don’t really have to go through all this trouble.”

He pauses his movements to look at her. “Trouble, honey? None at all.”

“But Paul, I only need a good night’s rest.”

“A little extra relaxation never hurt anybody.”

She sighs, her shoulders slumping slightly. 

“You’ve had a rough day, dear.”

“A rough week, more like.”

“All the more reason to relax.”

She doesn’t respond for a moment but then nods. “Alright. What did you have in mind?”

“A warm bubble bath, perhaps?”

She smiles a little at the thought. “Sounds lovely, Paul. Thank you.”

The pair finishes undressing, and Paul shuts off the water, having already poured in the bubble bath. He settles into the tub first then extends his hand to (Y/n). His grip is firm when she takes his hand and climbs in behind him, settling into place in front of him. Once she’s leaned back against him, he wraps his arms around her waist.

“What happened, darling?” he murmurs into her hair.

She shifts her head to rest on his shoulder so she can look up at him. For a moment, she just looks at him. The room is still and heavy with the unspoken words.

“My students need a break, and it’s still a ways away,” she answers, her gaze drifting across the room as her hand rests over one of his. “Several of them fall asleep in class frequently, and they’re missing assignments right and left…”

“That’s not your fault, honey. You’re doing the best you can to teach them what they need to know.”

She shrugs, her gaze moving doward. 

Paul squeezes her for a second but remains silent as he holds her close. She doesn’t move much over the course of several minutes, though her eyes do flutter closed. The tension seems to leave her body, disappearing into the mass of bubbles keeping them company.

When (Y/n) shifts suddenly, Paul knows she’s ready to get out. The water is no longer very warm, so as she stands up, he supports her to avoid a fall. He follows just behind her using the sides of the tub to help him avoid slipping. Before he joins her, he pulls the plug so the tub drains.

The room remains silent as they dry off and dress in their night clothes. (Y/n) finishes first and returns to their bedroom. Paul isn’t far behind but shuts the light off behind him. When he walks in, he finds (Y/n) climbing into bed and beginning to get comfortable.

“Couldn’t wait for me, honey?” he teases, moving around to his side of the bed.

She laughs lightly for a second. “No, you should have known that would make me too sleepy to wait for you to join me.”

She’s blinking slowly as he joins her under the large comforter. He still pulls her close so her head is against his chest and just beneath his chin.

“You feel better?” he whispers after another beat.

She nods slowly. “Thank you.”

He smiles softly, allowing his eyes to close. “Anything for you, honey.”