How To: Write a Good Drarry
1. Start with them hating each other
2. Put them in a room, all alone (detention or trapped in the Room of Requirement will do)
3. They miraculously become friends for no explained reason
4. Ron gets mad
5. They both realize they love each other, but don't tell each other
6. Ron randomly is no longer angry
7. One of them accidentally tells the other his feelings
8. They end up snogging in a public place that is randomly empty (such as a major hallway, the Quidditch pitch, or the lake)
9. They secretly "see each other" (i.e. have sex) nightly in the Room of Requirement or the Astronomy Tower. Strangely, thi
Castiel had overheard Dean and Sam talking about slash, but he had no idea what it really meant. He'd wanted to ask about it, but never had the occasion. So he'd waited.
An now, on one of those quiet nights in a motel room, Sam doing research, Dean drinking a beer, reading the newspaper for a hunt.
"Dean." Castiel said cautiously.
"Yeah, Cas?" Dean asked distractedly.
"What is 'slash'?" he asked, cocking his head. Unfortunately for Dean, he'd had a mouth full of beer in his mouth, and he ended up choking to stop it from coming out of his mouth. Sam's mouth just dropped.
"You're kidding. You don't want to know." Dean said, wiping dri
[FF Snippet - Avengers - Stony] Hot Points by starlite-decay, literature
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[FF Snippet - Avengers - Stony] Hot Points
Tony grumbled as he hugged his jacket closer to himself. How the hell did he get talked into coming here? Social gatherings were not his bag of chips, especially ones that involved all the idiots from school sitting around watching bigger idiots give each other brain damage for fun. He was also pretty sure that half the people here were making out under the bleachers anyway, and what the hell, man. If he couldn't get any, he sure as hell didn't want to be watching people that were. It wouldn't take more than a fake yawn to dump his forty-two ounce soda onto the ones right under him-
"OW." Pepper had stomped on his foot with her own. He gav
Morning-After High Omake (USUK) by fanfic-she-wrote, literature
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Morning-After High Omake (USUK)
It turned out strippers were pretty normal people. Alfred didn’t really know a lot of strippers, obviously, but he was kind of surprised when Arthur sat across from him in a quaint little patisserie dressed in plain slacks and a white button down shirt. Where were those four inch heels of sex Alfred had fallen in love with?
The other man had clearly recognised the dumb look of genuine surprise on the Alpha’s face and offered him an arched brow and an amused smirk.
“Were you expecting me dressed for the stage?”
He could feel his face heat up with embarrassment and the need to defend himself arise. However, before he
Morning-After High (USUK) by fanfic-she-wrote, literature
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Morning-After High (USUK)
The man was hell in high heels and oh dear God, Alfred was in love.
It had all started as a joke. Alfred had recently lost his job and was feeling down in the dumps so what better way, Gilbert had thought, to cheer him up than take him to a strip joint where the Omega scent was thick in the air.
Alfred had never felt so alive in all of his life (clichéd, he knew, but totally true). Every nerve in his body sang sweet hallelujah as the scent shot right to his Alpha brain, muddling his thoughts and making his skin prickle in anticipation. It was kind of an understatement to say he was excited, really.
“So, having fun?” Gilber