I say like a lot and talk like a valley girl

Someone just brought it to my attention that maybe Cole was talking about being whipped over another girl.
I’m going to address this for the people doubting SH right now.
Firstly, it’s no secret that I’m part of team “Sprousehart is 100% something more than friends”. I refuse to label them as boyfriend and girlfriend yet because I don’t know the exact status of their relationship, but I’m certain they’re either together, casually dating, lovers, or taking it slow, while trying to figure out what they mean to each other. But there is no denying that the way these two crazy kids behave around each other is a lot lot more than just friendship.

Here’s the real point I want to make: when a boy says “I’m whipped” it means he is in love so deep that he is willing to do anything for his partner. Side note: People usually talk about being whipped if there is dating involved. Now, with Cole’s comment, we are to assume that there is currently a special lady who has a very strong hold on his heart - someone he does a lot for.
At Paleyfest, Lili admitted that when she asked Cole to take her to Antelope Valley, and photograph her, he didn’t hesitate to say yes. He was all like, “Yeah, let’s do it”. Cole deleted the daddy poll because Lili didn’t win, and we all know he wanted her to. (I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually did vote for her a lot.) Lili has been taking up photography lately - who do you think is teaching her? Who do you think got her the camera? Honestly, it’s right there in front of us all in plain sight. Cole has admitted on numerous occasions that his worst habit is interrupting people, which he’s proven to be true many times. But at Wondercon he let Lili speak in all their interviews without interfering; he let her shine on her own, and he only chimed in when he noticed she was getting tongue tied or needed him to finish her sentences. There’s a lot more proof I can provide, but this post will be never ending if I do. So for now I’ll leave you with all these sweet moments to ponder over. Basically, what I’m trying to say is, Cole’s behaviour towards Lili screams WHIPPED!

If Cole was, hypothetically speaking, referring to another girl when he said he’s whipped then I feel sorry for her, whoever she is, because the way he looks at Lili, talks about Lili and acts around Lili is exactly how someone in love behaves. He looks at her like she is magic. He doesn’t seem to know the meaning of personal space when standing near her. He can’t help but smile every time their eyes meet (she does this, too). He makes countless sex comments about her & around her, and even when she’s not around, “I was excited … it was great.”
I’m sorry, but whoever this other (clearly non-existent) mystery girl is, she must be sitting at home right now fuming because her “bae” seems to spend most of his time boasting about Lili and how great she is to do love scenes with. ;) Also, if there was another girl in his life, I doubt she’d be happy with him going out for breakfast with Lili, and then spending the entire day together, and then finishing the night with a romantic dinner for two. For those of you who don’t know, yes, Cole and Lili spent the whole day from morning till night last week, then they just “mysteriously” fell off the face of the earth for the entire weekend. Jeez, I wonder why? 🤔
Also, I don’t see Cole posting heart eyes emojis on any other females’ photos. I also don’t see his very over protective brother, Dylan, following any of his female model friends everyone seems to worry about.
Their obvious body language, and lack of personal space, their constant heart eyes to each other, their flirty banter, their ridiculous chemistry, their continuous smiles every time they look at each other, their flustered faces whenever they know people are on to them is just way too real and intense to ignore.

How anyone can think Cole meant another girl is beyond me. The guy is hopelessly in love with Lili. And if she didn’t reciprocate his feelings, I can assure you she would have dismissed him a long time ago, and not be spending nights at his house, and going out on dates with him for an entire day.
Whatever is going on between them is mutual. ❤️

Guys my age

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Warnings: Lots of smut, protected though, but smut. Wrap it before ye tap it.

A/N: My baby @imaginedaily asked me if I could write a little something for her and of course I said yes because she’s my baby and I love her and I’m guessing I’m a bit gay – okay, A LOT hehe <3 Inspired in Hey Violet’s “Guys my Age


Originally posted by mayawolf

You got out of the shower with a white towel wrapped around your body. Andy Black blasting in the background, as loud as your neighbors allowed. Dancing around at the rhythm of the music, you took out clothing from the drawers and started sliding it on your frame.

Your music faded away and in its place, your ringtone rang. You looked at it and ignored the caller. It had been about four weeks since you’d been ignoring your lame ex; he wanted to get back together with you because he missed you very much but you felt completely disgusted by the idea. Someone told you guys your age were idiots and even though he seemed normal at first, he proved to be everything you were told he would.

Zipping up your leather jacket and turning the keys, you hit downtown to see what could the night life offer a single lady such as yourself. You came across a nice-looking place with some live music and seats near the stage to enjoy the music while being seated and drinking. As you made your first order, you couldn’t help but to look at the guy a few tables away from you. He was kinda hot in a rough way.

After exchanging glances at one another, he made the first move of changing seats next to you. His name was Clint, or so he said. Much older than you but not enough to be an old guy.

“And what is a nice girl like you, doing in a place like this?” He asked before sipping from his drink.

“What can I say?” you shrugged, “my ex-man done me wrong and here I am spending my nights talking to hot but old strangers.” A flirty smile drew on your lips.

“Ouch,” Clint took his hand to his heart in an offended manner, “don’t hurt your old man like that, kid.”

After some enriching music, conversation and drinks, you found that that Clint used to work in a circus and that he was more or less skilled at shooting arrows. You were rather impressed with that and you asked him to please show you how to shoot one, and after paying for the drinks, he walked with you back to his place which was not far from the bar.

The night was a bit chilly, but not enough to make you shiver. His conversation was just as fun and as relaxed as he was inside the bar with all the noise and the people around you. At first you thought he was one of those guys who liked pick up young girls because he couldn’t afford to be with one his age, but he seemed more like the guy who actually didn’t care if he was with one or not. Like he didn’t care at all of anything around him, really.

His apartment was entirely neat, and even cleaner than yours. You wandered around his living room while he took out some beers from the fridge for you to drink. You saw some pictures with him and two children, and lots and lots of other people.

“If it’s not too personal, who are the kids in these pictures?” You pointed at one of the pictures.

“My sister’s kids.” He replied, getting closer and handing you your freezing can. “Good kids.”

“And I’m sure they love their uncle Clint, right?” You mocked. “That’s sweet.”

“What can I say?” He shrugged, rising his hands along with him, “all people tend to love me the minute they meet me so… we all win here, right?” He opened his can and took a long sip from it. You saw how his Adam’s apple bobbed and suddenly he became even hotter than how you pictured him. You decided to take a good sip too and let yourself enjoy his company.

Two beers later you were on the rooftop trying to shoot arrows, but it was useless, you were not only bad at it, you were terrible; not a single one hit the bull’s-eye, nonce. He, on the other hand, was incredibly good. He was so damn good that he didn’t need to look at his target. He looked at you and kept talking while shooting.

It was like watching that Brave scene when Merida rejects the sons of the lords, only 10 times cooler.

“You have to relax. You have to be the bow.” He tried to explain. “Try screaming, at the top of your lungs,” you did as he told you but you only ended up with a sore throat, “did that work?” you shook your head. “I didn’t think so,” he rolled his eyes, “ok, now try shaking?” you did, but you only felt even more ridiculous and he tried hard not to laugh at you.

“Oh god, I’m done with this.” You huffed and handed Clint his bow and the arrow he gave you to try.

“No, come on.” He said. “Take my hand–” Clint reached out his free hand and you reluctantly accepted it— “now close your eyes and try to breathe with me.” His voice was soft, and it took you a moment before you started imitating what he was doing. You felt your chest expanding with the air income and with your hands in his, you actually felt much more relaxed.

He slowly got closer and closer, until you had his breath brushing your lips. Your mouth hung a bit open when you felt the proximity of his. It was pure gut instinct that took over your senses, and in a split second you were crashing your lips on his and pulling from his jacket to make the distance disappear.

His strong hands held your waist tightly, and his thumbs circled the uncovered spots of your skin. The bow and quiver fell onto the concrete floor and the night suddenly became hotter. His mouth molded perfectly with yours and his tongue gently slid to intertwine with yours. Somehow, you were not very interested in shooting arrows anymore.

He carried you back to his apartment and closed the door by pushing you onto it. You got rid of your jacket and top and Clint followed in suit, revealing a scarred but ridiculously well-defined torso. You went for his lips again as he walked with you somewhere in his apartment, soon you realized it was his bedroom.

He gently placed you over the mattress and started placing soft kisses along your jawline and down your neck. He clearly knew what he was doing and you understood why people kept telling that messing around with boys your age was a waste of time. Older men definitely knew what to do, where to do it, when to do it and how to do it. His pace was soft, unlike your ex’s who wanted to get shit done ASAP; oh no, Clint took his time with you, making you enjoy the pleasures of being with a man with experience.

Your breath got caught in your windpipe when you felt a pair of calloused hands near the valley of your breasts, he slowly pulled down the fabric of your bra, giving you enough time to react and tell him to stop, but you said nothing, and your silence only indicated the permission he had. You helped Clint by freeing yourself from the straps and unclasping it from behind. Just a little help.

“I could that on my own, (Y/N).” He teased, keeping his lips glued to the skin of your chest. “I am not like the guys your age.”

“Since you’re a bit older—” you gasped— “I thought you might need a little help, right?”

“Well, I appreciate that.” He looked up at you and nodded.

He kissed and sucked on the hot skin of your breasts; Clint also spread your legs wider to lay comfortable in between them and use them as support once his lips carried on their way down to the hem of your jeans. He quickly unmade the button and pulled the fabric down your legs.

You supported yourself with your elbows on the mattress as he pulled away your wet underwear with his teeth. His hot breathing was a terrible teaser and it was amazing, because in your life someone had taken such care of you. His tongue did wonders and you were sure that you were tearing up his quilt with your tight grip. Hope he didn’t mind.

In a matter of seconds, you were blissfully screaming the Lord’s name and pushing Clint’s head closer to you. It took you a while you fathom how good he was just by eating you out. You stared at the ceiling, trying hard to catch your breath.

“Better than younger guys?” he savored his own lips, smirking wickedly at you.

“Oh, most certainly. Guys my age don’t know how to treat me right.”

“It’s only about to get better.” He unmade his jeans, revealing a glorious shaft under the tight underwear, and before throwing them away, he picked up a condom from his side table. At least he didn’t need to be told to fucking use one. You made a mental note on the various reasons why older guys were better than guys your age.

He positioned himself in between your legs, teasing your entrance with his length and slowly pushed in. He placed his hands on both sides of your head and lowered his upper body to distract you from the terrible stretching feeling by placing soft kisses on your lips. You were rather confused by his love demonstrations, was this a plain fuck or was he… being tender?

You arched your back from the mattress and held on to his broad shoulders as he pounded harder each second. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dug your heels on his butt. You loved to hear when he grunted trying to reach a deeper point in you; he was not loud, and compared to you he was a bit silent, but the little moans that spilled on his lips sounded like heaven.

If your previous orgasm was amazing, this one was indescribable. You couldn’t recall coming so loud and so joyfully. You surrendered on the mattress while he helped you ride out the orgasm while reaching his own. You had never been the one to come first, let alone a guy waiting for you. Well, he was not a random guy, he was a man.

After pulling out, he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead, and headed to the bathroom. You started picking up your clothes to get quickly dressed and leave, but before you could walk away from the bedroom, he appeared in his pajamas (that only included a pair of shorts) and leaned on the door frame.

“You’re not staying for breakfast?” He asked. “I mean, it’s a bit late for you to go out there.”

“I can call an Uber.” You shrugged.

“I’m a bit of a sucker for cuddling,” he admitted, shrugging and walking to the bed, “why don’t you accept my invitation for breakfast and stay the night?” He patted the bed with a huge grin on his face. “You can take a shirt from the drawer; the first one.”

You sighed and did as he told. He was a bit right, it was too late to call an Uber and breakfast sounded like a great idea. You searched for a shirt you liked and that you could keep. A purple one with a red, white and blue bull’s-eye in the middle. It was big enough to cover your butt and you loved the way it looked on you. You even got whistles and cheering from Clint as you did a bit of modeling. When you were about to close the drawer, you found some dark, leather-looking clothing.

“What’s this?” You asked, holding the sort of sleeveless vest.

“Oh, it’s my uniform.”

“Circus uniform?” You asked again, folding the garment and closing for good the drawer. You slid under the covers and cuddled next to Clint.

“No, more like avenging uniform. I’m Clint Barton, by the way.” He smiled, kissed the top of your head and then called it quits by turning off the lights.

anonymous asked:

Lottie!!! Do you have any feelings about the accents of various Harry Potter characters?? I would love to hear about it bc I for one am very passionate about Sirius Black occasionally sounding EXTREMELY posh and feeling a bit embarrassed about it

I… have… SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THE ACCENTS OF VARIOUS HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS!!!!!!!!!! 

and by ‘the accents of various Harry Potter characters’ I mean the LACK THEREOF and the Overwhelming amount of Posh Wankers in this series. I MEAN. it winds me up MASSIVELY, and it also opens a can of wooorrrmmmss re: the wizarding population around the British Isles. like… We Need To Talk About Wales. caveat: this is all coming from a Northerner, so as far as I’m concerned the Midlands are in the South, but I’m going to try to be geographical instead of Northern about this.

SO, for those who can’t tell the difference between various UK accents/didn’t realise there were accents in England other than The Benedict Cumberbatch (which, if you’re going from these movies, is understandable), let me break down the film accents for you: McGonagall, Cho Chang and Oliver Wood are Scottish, Seamus Finnegan, Mad-Eye Moody and Luna Lovegood are Irish (Evanna Lynch is from the border region so her accent sounds slightly Northern Irish), Neville Longbottom has a Yorkshire accent (Yorkshire is a county in the North of England), Hagrid is from the West Country (which, despite how it sounds, is The South), and literally every other character sounds like they grew up below the Watford Gap. discounting the ones I’ve just mentioned, everyone else is Generic Southern or straight up Good Old Boy RP (Received Pronunciation, which is like standard BBC English that you hear on the telly/out of the gob of pretty much every HP character). 

(I mean, in fairness, this wasn’t really a Movie decision. in the books the Midlands and the North are just places the Hogwarts Express has to pass through to get to Scotland. Harry is from Surrey, the Weasleys are from Devon, it never really says where Hermione’s from but judging by how her dialogue reads I’m guessing it’s The South, Sirius grew up walking distance from King’s Cross, Godric’s Hollow is in the West Country somewhere, Malfoy Manor is in Wiltshire, and even though the footy team you support doesn’t always indicate where you’re from we’ll ignore that in this case and say that Dean Thomas is from Stratford, East London. and those are just the characters I can remember off the top of my head. that’s a lot of southerners. like, Pureblood wizards seem to be mostly very old aristocracy (I remember reading that the Malfoys came over from France with William the Conquerer in 1066), so you could argue that, like, they all had wizard babies in/around the capital and they’re slowly but surely spreading outwards hence the CLUMP of southern wizards (not to mention they tend to stick together in communities like Ottery St Catchpole and Godric’s Hollow) but a) that is a stupid, reaching theory and I seriously doubt it, and b) even if it WAS true, MUGGLEBORNS EXIST! why aren’t there wizards popping up in, like, Liverpool or Salford or Birmingham? why is EVERYONE so goddamn WELL-SPOKEN???)

I do think about the accents thing a lot. and I get mad about the movies a lot. I mean, Hagrid’s accent reads as Yorkshire. he says ‘summat’! he’s the most Yorkshire thing ever!! and Dean has a Generic Nice Southern accent, not an East London accent! he should sound like Alfie bloody Moon!!! also, considering Godric’s Hollow is in the West Country, DUMBLEDORE SHOULD HAVE HAGRID’S ACCENT!!!!! I JUST DIE OVER THE TERRIBLE ACCENT CHOICES FOR THESE FILMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY WOULD YOU LET MICHAEL ‘I DON’T NEED TO READ THE BOOKS’ GAMBON DO A WEIRD DRUNKEN IRISH LILT WHEN HE COULD HAVE BEEN HAGRIDDING EVERYWHERE!!!!!! (also if Voldemort hadn’t ruined everything and Harry had been raised in Godric’s Hollow he would also have a Hagrid-ish accent. amazing.) AND, according to the HP wiki, Little Hangleton is in the North somewhere, which means Gaunt cottage is in the North somewhere, which means VOLDEMORT IS NORTHERN. LOL. take a moment for that one. let it sink in. Voldemort is my past, present and fookin’ future, innit. 

BUT YEAH. ANYWAY.

so if we’re going by the books there’s literally one Scottish person and one Irish person that we know of at Hogwarts (AND one of them is a teacher, AND I don’t think either of them were ever SPECIFICALLY said to have a Scottish/Irish accent). which begs the question: where the fuck is everyone who isn’t middle class English going to school??? what the hell is going on here???? as far as we know there is one (1) Irish student and this school and no (0) Scottish students. which… is wild. especially because the entire Irish quidditch team must have passed through the hallowed halls of Hogwarts in the preceding 10 years, but suddenly: a dearth. AND THERE’S NO WELSH STUDENTS! WHERE ARE THE WELSH? obviously the Holyhead Harpies are a Welsh team, and the common Welsh Green is a Welsh dragon, and Dai Llewellyn who had a ward in St Mungo’s named after him sounds Welsh, and I’m pretty sure Helga Hufflepuff was from Wales*, SO WHERE ARE THEIR SPROGS AT? 

*IIRC aren’t the four founders all from different countries? I’m sure it’s at least implied by the Sorting Hat at one point. like ‘Gryffindor from wild moor’** = Dartmoor, I assume, as Godric’s Hollow is in the West Country = England, Ravenclaw’s from ‘glen’ = Scotland, I’m sure there are glens in other places but SCOTLAND, Hufflepuff is something something valley? again, valleys are everywhere, but whenever someone says ‘valley’ my brain immediately puts on a Daffyd Thomas voice and goes ‘IN THE VALLEEEEYYYSS’ which it certainly doesn’t do for any other country, so = Wales, and SLYTHERIN = FEN = Ireland has a shitload of bogs and fens and stuff. plus Slytherin is green, Ireland is the Emerald Isle, I’m just REALLY GLAD SLYTHERIN’S IRISH HAHA ÉIRE GO BRÁCH LOSERS 

**FOR THE RECORD the HP wiki told me Godric’s Hollow is in the West Country, and that seems very likely as the North of England doesn’t seem to exist in the HP canon, HOWEVER I PERSONALLY choose to believe that the ‘wild moor’ is in fact THE YORKSHIRE MOORS and that Godric Gryffindor, like Tom Marvolo Riddle, is a top lad innit mate. 

but back to The Absent Welsh: I like to think that maybe they’ve set up their own school. it’s a weekly boarding. everyone speaks Cymraeg. all the Irish and Scottish students go there too because they fucking hate the English. it would certainly explain the lack of Scottish, Irish and Welsh students at Hogwarts. they’re all just getting on with it in Wales somewhere. probably Anglesey. or maybe there are actually wizarding schools that are just normal day schools and Hogwarts is just the famous one because it’s a big, old, prestigious boarding school. considering Harry apparently had his name down since birth… MAYBE HOGWARTS IS THE ETON COLLEGE OF MAGIC! THIS IS MAKING SO MUCH SENSE!!! all the middle class English lot are like ‘oh darling, you simply must go to the Eton College of magic!!’ meanwhile muggleborn Gary ‘Gazza’ Bloggs from the Wirral is like ‘nah mate I’ll just go t’ t’ local like.’

(SPEAKING OF ETON COLLEGE, Justin Finch-Fletchley had his name down for it, which is aaaaabsolutely hilarious. Eton is an independent all-boys boarding school which costs roughly £37,000 ($48,000) per academic year. if Justin hadn’t been a surprise wizard he probably would have gone to Eton, gone to Oxford, joined an elite drinking club, burned money in front of homeless people, rattled a dead pig and then become Prime Minister. but instead of doing all of that he has to go to a PUBLIC SCHOOL with negligible rules, very little uniform, girls, AND he can’t even tell any of his posh little mates about it when he goes home to MUMMY for the VAC. to top it all off he’s gone from being a Good Old Boy Top Shelf Jolly Hockey Sticks Young Chap on the path to upper class glory and the Houses of Parliament to being a MUGGLEBORN HUFFLEPUFF i.e. the bottom of the Wizarding world/Hogwarts food chain. but never mind, eh, he seems pleased enough. bet he has a CORKING accent, what!)

even though my Average Joe Wizard High School idea is definitely not true, I definitely 100% feel like Ireland should have its own wizarding school. the Republic of Ireland’s relationship with The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland is so long and arduous that even I, who has an Irish mother, can’t keep it all straight in my head, but basically Ireland is not part of ~the UK~ or ~Great Britain~ even though it is part of the British Isles, so they really need their own school. (tbh I’m low key offending myself by talking about this like they Should have their own school rather than They Have Their Own School, Obviously, but… whatever.) THEY ALSO SHOULD HAVE THEIR OWN MINISTRY OF MAGIC! they might have! we just don’t know! why didn’t Harry make better friends with Seamus!!! UNLESS, of course, wizards don’t trifle themselves with Muggle Affairs and didn’t get involved with the Irish revolution and the Troubles etc. (although considering how the Order of the Phoenix being founded/the war really kicking into high gear coincided with the Winter of Discontent/widespread right wing sympathy across the UK… I doubt it), and so Irish wizards are still being governed from ~Westminster. but again, if that’s the case, WHY ARE NONE OF ‘EM GOIN’ HOGWARTS??????? WHY IS SEAMUS FINNEGAN THE LONE IRISH DIASPORA AT WIZARD SCHOOL???? 

I… literally cannot believe how Away from me this has Gotten. 

accents. okay. 

yes, Sirius Black accidentally being EXTREMELY POSH is something I am very passionate about also. he tries to mask it by being all rebellious and Landaaaannn about everything but fails miserably because every so often he’ll say ‘one’, and when he’s tired or excited he’s just like… the Queen on steds. arrived at Hogwarts fluent in French and passable in Latin. knows how to use so many forks. a prank goes right and he’s like ‘YESSSS TOP SHELF, BOYS! ABSOLUTELY BANG ON!’ James is also posh but posh in the rich, big old farmhouse, Barbour jackets and Hunter wellies way, so he gets away with it because he’s never been to a cotillion and doesn’t sometimes slip and say ‘spiffing’. meanwhile Remus is from the Midlands in my heart (maybe Shropshire)*** and is just very normal and not at all impressed by these posh knobs he has to share a bedroom with. Peter is probably from somewhere with an accent that grates on you after a while, like Birmingham. (no offence @Brummies.) according to the HP wiki (it’s teaching me SO MUCH but literally where tf are they getting this info) Snape is from the Midlands, which means that surely Lily is from the Midlands, because they met when they were playing out as kids!!! this Excites Me! also imagining Snape with a Wolverhampton accent is just… exquisite. 

***I know a lot of people are All About Scottish Remus and while that is second in my heart to Midlands Remus it is certainly In My Heart. 

I love and support Neville Longbottom having a Yorkshire accent because I, too, have a Yorkshire accent, and his in the films means SO MUCH TO ME!! he’s OUR BOY!!! GO ON, LADDDD!!!!!! etc. I really want Lee Jordan to have a Limmy-esque Glaswegian accent, because IMAGINE him doing the quidditch commentary and just getting more and more incomprehensibly Scottish, and McGonagall keeps yelling at him because she can actually understand what he’s saying whereas everyone else can just manage to catch ‘Slytherin’ and ‘cheating’ and ‘10 points’ so they’re just like ‘???!!!!! ! !! ? !!’ also I’m a big fan of Bristolian Lavender Brown, for no other reason than I just thought of her greeting Ron by saying ALRIGHT MY LUVVER and nearly died. 

in conclusion, you could say that I do indeed have feelings about the accents of various Harry Potter characters and I hope you weren’t lying when you said you’d love to hear about it. 

take me there (g.d.)

~I saw Gray post this on his snapchat (graysondolan) and got inspired to write a cute lil blurb. This is the first thing I’ve written about Grayson, so I’m pretty excited. It’s just off the top of my head. I hope you enjoy!! :)

As always, please forgive any mistakes you might see.

**(No warnings. Just a lil fluff is all. xx)**

I’m actually gonna kill him,” you mumbled to yourself as you swatted another mosquito invading your personal space. All you wanted was to locate your best friend and get to the bottom of his weird behavior without being attacked by insects every thirty seconds. 

He’d been acting so strange the past couple days and neither you, nor his twin brother could pinpoint exactly why. He seemed too far lodged in his head; alone with his cyclone of thoughts. Grayson was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve per say, but he never did develop the toxic habit of shutting you or Ethan out when he wasn’t feeling one hundred percent himself. You desperately wanted to help your best friend, which is why you immediately jumped in the car to find him when you saw the recent addition to his Snapchat story captioned, “Thinkin spot”. You knew exactly where it was, having been there yourself many times. 

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Kill Zone - Part 4: Into the Wild

Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Dean Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak (mentioned), Cindy Stevenson (OC - mentioned), Ella McKenzie (OC - mentioned),   

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: The usual… talk of murder, Dean being an attractive ass, nature being annoying af, heights, near death experience (sorta).

Word Count: 4800ish

A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the deaths and violence this kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds and that is why my agents are profilers.

This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for being my advisor and beta on this one.

Technical terms: 

Primary Crime scene: The place where the victims were killed, as opposed to the location where the dead body was found (Secondary crime scene) after being moved, or in this case tortured before being set free and hunted.

Unsub: Unknown subject / The Killer.

MASTERLIST

You were about ready to throw the scalding hot thermo of coffee at Dean Winchester’s face when he honked the horn for the 5th time, as you were locking up and leaving your motel room. Instead you opted for the less violent solution, that is screaming over your shoulder as you struggled with your thermo and backpack while getting the key into the lock.

“I’m coming!” you hollered loud enough for him to hear, as you continued to cuss at him under your breath. “Asshole.”

Dean looked just about as happy as you felt, when you reached his car. He didn’t say a word, he just looked you up and down at you a few times, as you climbed in next to him, before he set the car in motion. His silence only succeeded in angering you further and you caught yourself thinking how in the world this man could have practically raised your kindhearted, considerate best friend through college.

“It rained a lot last night,” Dean informed, as he pull up on a dirt road leading to the mountain, making you roll your eyes at him. You weren’t a nature girl and you sure as hell weren’t a tracker, but you weren’t stupid either.

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Pulsar’s 10 Favorite Anime Of 2016

It’s time for my Top 10 Favorite Anime Of 2016 List!

A few things to keep in mind:

1. Im not including any sequel series (which means Sound Euphonium 2 and Food Wars: The Second Plate arent on my list, although theyre both great shows and definitely worth checking out).

2. This is strictly my opinion. If you dont see a show you liked on here, Im not bashing it or saying its not any good.

3. Im only including shows I watched all the way through to the end. There are some shows I didnt get a chance to finish like Mob Psycho 100, Orange and Shouwa Genroku that I need to revisit.

With that all said, here we go with the Honorable Mentions!  

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HONORABLE MENTION #1: PLEASE TELL ME, GALKO-CHAN!

This is a really fun series of comedy shorts revolving around three high school girls: an otaku, a gyaru (think the Japanese equivalent of a valley girl) and a sweet but airheaded rich girl. Most of the humor is sex-related and yet the show never feels mean-spirited. Definitely worth checking out if you want something quick to watch and laugh at.


HONORABLE MENTION #2: MAGICAL GIRL RAISING PROJECT

Dark takes on the “magical girl” genre have become more and more commonplace in the aftermath of Madoka Magica. This show revolves around a mobile app game that allows you to create your own magical girl, and gives 1 in 10,000 players the ability to become a real-life superhero. But soon things take a dark and violent turn.

What separates this show from the pack is the sheer variety of powers and abilities that it features. All the girls (and one guy) have different motivations for wanting to be a superhero, and their powers are diverse and interesting. Dont let the cute art fool you: this is NOT for young kids.


HONORABLE MENTION #3: SHE AND HER CAT - EVERYTHING FLOWS

The only reason I wound up not including this show in my top ten is because its literally 4 five minute episodes. But man does it pack a punch, especially if you love animals.

This is a short series about a young woman and her aging pet cat. The show is entirely from the point of view of the cat, and you see how he views the world and how he views his owner with unconditional love. If youve ever owned a pet, take the time to watch this one.

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And now its time for my Top 10 Anime of 2016. Here we go!

#10: MYRIAD COLORS PHANTOM WORLD

KyoAni’s first series of 2016 was this overlooked fun little fantasy gem about a near future in which a virus has caused people to be able to perceive extra-dimensional and paranormal beings around them. The main characters are four students of a special school for students with special abilities who can seal off and fight phantoms, or in some cases help them resolve their unfinished business so they can move on.

This show got a lot of attention early on in 2016 and just as fast seemed to drop off the radar, mostly because people seemed disappointed that it wasnt a darker/more “serious” show. But thats okay. Sometimes I just want to be entertained. And Myriad Colors does that.

#9: KONOSUBA - GOD’S BLESSING ON THIS WONDERFUL WORLD!

Konosuba is the first of two “trapped in a fantasy world” anime series on my Top 10 list. This is a trope that has been done to death, but where this one won me over was in the sheer irreverence it has for its own genre.

The main character, after dying in a rather embarrassing fashion, is magically transported to a fantasy world by a goddess who turns out to be a bit of a screw-up. In order to find work in this new world, he assembles a motley crew including a masochistic knight and a mage who only want to blow things up. Sound ridiculous? It is. And it’s absolutely hilarious.

KONOSUBA returns for a 2nd season starting this month, so you have time to catch up before then!


#8: IZETTA THE LAST WITCH 

In an alternate version of World War II, the archduchess of a small country about to invaded by the Germans is kidnapped… but is then rescued by her childhood friend, who turns out to be the last witch on Earth. The witch volunteers her help in defending her friend’s country from the invaders, and soon the tide has turned in a BIG way.

Do you like watching WWII-era dogfights? Imagine one with a witch flying around using a giant rifle as a broom and blowing Nazi planes out of the sky. If that doesn’t sound cool to you, I don’t know what to say. Check this one out if you like badass female leads and awesome action sequences.


#7: KIZNAIVER

Studio TRIGGER (Kill La Kill) returned in 2016 with this sci-fi series about a group of teenagers who are forced to be part of an experiment linking them emotionally. This show connected (see what I did there) with me on multiple levels. Adolescence can be an insanely painful part of life, and many people never move on past the things that are done and said to them during this time. The characters on this show, even if they aren’t always likeable, are always UNDERSTANDABLE. I genuinely felt for all of them and wanted them to end up OK. If you like sci-fi but want something different, give this one a go.


#6: 91 DAYS

This is another great series that seemed to fly under the radar this year. I never heard many of my friends who are into anime talking about this one, and its a shame, because this show is something special.

91 DAYS is set during Prohibition and is about a young man whose entire family is murdered by the Mafia. Seven years later, while in hiding, he receives a letter giving him the names of the men responsible, and he begins to work his way into the family in order to destroy it from the inside out.

This is a fantastic revenge story, with some twists and turns you won’t expect and a darkness to it that stuck with me a long time after it ended.

#5: PLANETARIAN

“I am just a little broken…”

Prepare to have your heart a LOT broken.

PLANETARIAN takes place in a post-apocalyptic future where hostile machines have taken over the Earth. A “junker” is scavenging for supplies in a department store when he is greeted by the android mascot of the store’s rooftop planetarium… who has been in stasis for years and has no idea what has happened to the world. The junker initially wants nothing to do with her but realizing he has nowhere to go decides to hide out in the planetarium for a while, and soon gets roped into fixing the projector so the android can present the show to any guests who may show up.

If you like your sci-fi with a healthy dose of feels, check this one out. Its only 5 episodes long but it stuck with me long after I watched it, and I’ll likely be coming back to rewatch it many times in the future.

#4: YURI!!! ON ICE

Yes, an anime about gay male figure skaters made my top 10 list? Why? Because its an awesome goddamn show, that’s why.

After suffering a complete meltdown at the previous World Finals, Yuri has given up on skating and has decided to come home to Japan. No sooner has he returned than his idol, a Russian figure skater named Victor, shows up at his doorstep… wanting to become his coach.

This show is consistently fun to watch, with great animation, some incredible skating sequences, and arguably the best romantic couple of the year in anime. And tell me the opening song doesn’t get you pumped, and I’ll call you a lying sack of shit. Yuri On Ice is awesome. Watch it. Like, now. 

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My top 3 is where it gets tricky, because any of these next three shows could have been my #1. I’d rank them all at the top in terms of quality, so I’m going with them in the order of which ones had the most emotional impact on me personally.

#3: KABANERI OF THE IRON FORTRESS

If you liked Attack On Titan, this is better. Yes, I said it. I love Attack On Titan, but this is a better show. 


Set in an alternate timeline during the Industrial Revolution in Japan, a virus causes people to transform into walking corpses who soon overrun the entire country. Humans are forced to barricade themselves in walled cities and use armor-plated trains to travel from fortress to fortress. One day, in the middle of his home being overrun by the “kabane,” a young engineer who has been working on a new steam-powered weapon designed to defeat the monsters is bitten by one of them… but instead of transforming all the way, he becomes a kabaneri, a human/kabane hybrid. He joins up with a fellow female kabaneri and the survivors of his fallen city in an attempt to make their way to safety on board one of the armored trains.

This show is essentially a nonstop chase sequence through the first half, and political intrigue comes into play halfway through. If you like nonstop action, gore and terror, this is your ticket to ride.

#2: RE:ZERO
I watched the first episode of this show the day after it aired, got bored, and didn’t come back to it…until about three months later, when I kept hearing people talk about the show and how it was affecting them. While on a road trip I decided to give it another shot, and ended up binge-watching the entire series in one go. It’s that good.

RE:ZERO is about a young man who, after shopping at a convenience store, suddenly finds himself in a fantasy world straight out of the games and shows he loves. While initially thrilled to be there, he finds out rather quickly that he is completely out of his element and ends up dying a rather grisly death… only to find himself back where he started from when he first showed up in the new world. It turns out that he has the ability to come back after dying to a certain “save point” (which changes over time), and while no one around him remembers the previous timeline, he does.

So, all good right? No matter what happens you can come back and fix it? Well, not so fast. Imagine falling in love with someone only for them to not remember who you are or things you’ve talked about. Imagine seeing the people you care about die over and over again because you keep messing up. Imagine making mistakes, thinking you can fix them by dying… and coming back further along in the timeline and NOT being able to undo them.

This show takes all the issues I usually have with the “transported to a fantasy world” genre and not only addresses them but essentially makes them the focus of the show. The main character alternates between being funny and likeable and selfish and arrogant, and while he can be hard to like at times, he’s easy to understand and identify with. The supporting characters are fantastic (including arguably my favorite female character of the year, Rem the demon maid) and the story has many twists and turns, with many more to come as the show has been confirmed for second season.

I’ve never been so glad that I gave an anime a second chance as I am with RE:ZERO. Definitely check this one out.

#1: ERASED

Imagine this: when you’re a child, two of your friends and a third child you don’t know but is in your class are murdered. You were the last person to see the third victim alive, but didn’t do or say anything, and you have felt guilty ever since.

Since then, you have had a curse: every once in a while, you will relive the same three to five minutes over and over again, Groundhog Day style, until you change something. It might mean pushing someone out of the way of a car, it might mean stopping a purse snatcher. But you are stuck until you fix what needs to be fixed.

Now imagine, after coming home to find a loved one murdered, you are blamed for the crime and are about to be arrested when you feel that same “rewind” effect happening… only when you open your eyes, it is 1988, you are 11 years old walking to school (but with your 29 year old mind intact), and the murders from your childhood are about to happen again.

What would you do?

ERASED is the best anime of 2016. No other show excited me, terrified me, made me think, made me cry, or made me remember as much as this show did. Even if you don’t like anime, watch this show. It’s my #1 for a reason.

Thanks for taking the time to check out my list! If you see a favorite of yours from 2016 that’s missing, shoot me a message and I’ll check it out! 

Night to Remember

Word Count-1892

 Prompt-The Kraken Spiced Rum and the phrase “Damn, that was a night to remember.”

 Characters/Pairings-Gabriel x reader, Sam and Dean mentioned.

 Warnings-Drinking, fingering, unprotected sex

. A/N-This was written for @winchester-writes Birthday Challenge. I blame this all on you Rose. Between the prompt and the research, well smut happened. Apologies to @skybinx-blog, who betaed this, I feel asleep on the couch after work. 


             Sam and Dean had dragged you to the bar saying that you’d been sitting in the bunker by yourself far too much lately.  Some night out, it took less than an hour for both boys to find a hook up leaving you alone at the bar.  As you finished your Kraken and coke the bartender set another drink in front of you.  Puzzled, you looked up at Glen.

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Ryden Sun and Moon Theory

Contrary to popular belief, in my personal opinion, Ryan is the sun and Brendon is the moon. This is a theory a lot of people disagree with, but I’m here to explain why using song lyrics.

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reasons to watch jess and nate's v3 playthrough
  • for some reason nate really hates toujou. a lot. he doesn’t even know toujou’s name. he just has this unsolicited hate against “the maid”

  • they stream on Friday evenings so they usually get dinner delivered. and sometimes they’ll talk about it and it’s like im watching clueless people talk about indian curry on food network

  • jess, in reference to saihara: “yeah he can’t be the culprit, he’s too much of a pussy to kill anybody”

  • the mental drinking game i made up where all you gotta do is take a shot every time jess translates something as “and on top of that”

  • “does ki-bo have dong?” “the rumor come out”

  • jess gives angie this valley girl accent for reasons i don’t know

  • “i was going to translate that but fuck it. im tired”

  • something happens in chapter one and the only way i can describe jess and nate’s reaction is “and the sigh of relief has swept throughout the diner. people were ecstatic!”

  • monokid. he’s. god. i wasn’t ready for monokid

  • it’s like 12:30 am and jess mistranslates a line as “it’s like a drone that sits on your face!” and nate spends like five whole minutes laughing about it

  • “so someone in the chat said that chicken number 5 is the culprit and i just wanna say that is not okay. But accusing chicken number 6 is alright”

and my personal favorite moment:

  • “talk to hoshi.” “him?” “no” “her?” “no” “space man?” “no” cursor is put above hoshi “that?” “yeah him! hoshi.” “oh i thought that was a stump”
Essays in Existentialism: FtWD IX

All through the town, the silence of the new world slunk, filling streets somberly, rolling around with the faded trash and debris, prowling on fences and painting windows with dust and decay. The entire world was brown, clumps of dead lawns, upturned dirt, dead branches– it all blurred into the same shade inevitably.

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in another life, zeus is lounging on the couch of his best friend’s house and saying, “i’ll get a job, man, i swear it,” even though CEO seats only smell of sweat and he’s the type to smell of leaving, he says, “guess what’s up my sleeve” to ladies and shows off lightning bolt tattoos and gets drunk and cries and begs hera to come home because he has only ever known rest at the seat of her collarbone

hera’s is louis vuitton, devil wears prada. pants suits and hair up in a tight bun. a warning lies ready on her tongue, she is quick to scold, hard to love. she pours fireball into her morning coffee just to remind herself of the way he always smelled of burning, just so she could face a little bit of him and not come back running. in this life, she is divorced, is doing well, sometimes meets up with the baby mamas of her sour-faced ex-lover (if she could wash him out, she would, she would, she would, but lightning loves towers and she only feels at ease in thunderstorms and twenty-four stories because olympus was rebuilt into skyscrapers and nobody can tell her otherwise), sometimes gets over her hatred of them. the one who jumps at swans is her roommate, they both like romance movies and staying out late. she chooses alone. she chooses: i make my own home.

aphrodite is a party girl with black pumps and a wicked smile, facebook messages hephaestus while sex-skyping her little god of war, she says, “sorry” a lot. sometimes she thinks she is running out of love, sometimes she thinks there’s not enough love left. she comes around again to the satin of her lover’s beds, never feels warm. she says, fine. she says, i’m okay. ares here is commander of the department of defense, never settled down, never got the wife and two kids. one day in this life hephaestus hears a knock on his garage door and walks on over. in this life, they’ve got braces for broken people like him. when he answers, it’s just her, no makeup, just her in her big-eyed weepy mess, and she says, “you actually listen” so he listens for a little. she explains slowly; new term, polyamorous. she says, heart is steady bead on both people. he says, “i know, i understand,” she says, “but it’s hurting you,” he says, “i gave up hurting for other people a long time ago,” he says, “the war god and i go out for drinks and talk about anything but you” she cries again, a whole ocean. he says, “i am learning, and one day maybe it will be all us three” she says, “you wait for me,” and he does. more and more often, when the world tastes too much, she shows up at his door, to be the person she is when she’s unbeautiful. in this life, a little down the road, she takes a break from all of it and starts a no-kill shelter called “the golden apple”. hephaestus builds it for her. she kisses him on the cheek. one day, when the ares comes around, the three of them play video games. after that, it is not share-her. it is all-the-same.

athena turns down apollo on the radio, his song trapped in the throats of all who hear it. a good song, a catchy song, a hear-it-once-and-never-forget-it song. athena dropped out of school to pursue knowledge. she teaches around the world with a backpack on her back and a smile on her face. her girlfriend is a librarian. whenever she comes home, she swings the little woman up in her arms and bursts with stories. the woman laughs because stoic athena in public is not the athena of private, is not knowledge-river athena. athena freelances as a journalist. anywhere she can give out information is good enough. eventually her name and “breaking news” are synonymous.

artemis goes to the red carpet on the arms of her brother, says that the world of hollywood is too much sunlight for her, she goes back to working as the city’s best detective, the hunt in her blood for monsters among men. in her free time, she follows athena down to places, traps poachers who would use her name to ruin the lives of beasts. hera has learned long ago not to pester her about marrying. artemis comes out as ace/aro one day to her brother, who rolls his eyes at her. “you still get grossed out every time people kiss,” and then he bowls her over in a hug she didn’t know she needed. this is one of the only times he sees her cry. the next is eight years later at his wedding. the man he chooses as his partner has already undergone a secret artemis-style investigation. he came out clean, and she came out with a second brother. when her twin asks her about the happy tears, she jokingly tells him she was worried his was going to marry his car. he laughs, big sun laugh and says, “trust me, i was this close.” in hot summers, they go down to the docks and the two boys throw atemis in the water. she never stops complaining or loving it and loving them and is entirely happy when he becomes a father.

in this life, demeter raised a flowerchild who never took to the backbreak of farming, and in this life, hades’s black leather jacket at first made her spit. she despised his motorbike and his big smile and how loud his dog was and how her daughter jumped up nimbly on the back of that thing and flung herself at the horizon. but hades tries as hard as he can: the engine gets turned over into clean fuel even though he breaks his third finger in the middle of it, the leather jacket gets swapped out for a faux replication, he becomes vegan (”’sehpone,” he says in wonder one day, “you taught me how to live off of pomegranates”, sephie laughs), he makes deer-crossing signs and petitions for the rights of small-town farmers. Persephone becomes a wedding designer, loves making big shows out of a lot of flowers. after many holiday gifts (some so desperately approval-seeking that demeter actually chuckled at them), she relents. they have brunch on sundays, made specifically by hades and his whole-grain all-organic house. demeter at one point says, “actually, you’re so earthy-crunchy it’s more than even me” and hades drops the plate he’s holding. demeter comes to the engagement party and laughs when the cake is in the shape of a pomegranate seed. sephie says, “don’t worry mom. he knows what will happen if he does anything to me,” and demeter gives her daughter a proud smile and says, “you’ll crush him like a bug, won’t you sweetie?” and sephie looks over at her duckling god of death and says, “exactly”

hestia finds dionysus because that is what she does. a social security worker at first, she becomes keeper of the hearth-less. she starts with a small group of people and eventually became leader of a chain of homelessness shelters, all immaculate and warm and held to her standards. dionysus cries when she picks him up, he talks about having fallen in love again, she says, “rehab is your only option.” it is here that he meets someone who is also pansexual. it is here he realizes he is not broken. it is here where they wean him off of whiskey and heroin (”what a bad combination,” he’d later say, shaking his head, “like you really gotta choose one”) and where he breaks down often and throws things at hestia’s head and calls her more names than have ever been strung against her: it’s here he makes his best friend. when he gets out, he finds he’s still ever-thirsty, but this time, there’s less empty in him. he helps at her shelters. he meets a girl who is bisexual, she takes him to pride rallies. he later bursts into hestia’s room with a rainbow on his face and says, “there are so many like me! i’m not invisible! i’m not fake!” and she smiles and watches the hearth of his chest warm up and helps him become a leading spokesperson for activism. rather than letting people like him die in the streets, he uses his experience to say, “i lived survival, and you can live it with me.”

hermes is a surgeon over in the children’s section, found that this is where he should be. silicone valley wants him for his communication systems, but instead he feels like he needs to be somewhere the action is. poseidon comes to him in darkness with rough palms and says, “i have a very long-standing secret,” and hermes just nods his head. the surgery is done quickly and without charge. poseideon says, “thank you” four million times, and then she takes back off to her company dedicated to clean energy. she calls up hera crying and says, “i dd it, i did it, i did it, but what will he think of me,” and hera says, “i haven’t talked to zeus in six years but if he rejects you i will walk up to him and shake him until the right answers fall into his head” and when artemis hears she says, “i will go with you” and walks at her side the whole time even though poseideon is awash with emotions and ready to burst into tears. zeus opens the door and looks poseideon up and down and says, “did you do something  with your hair, sis?” and poseideon says, “eat my entire” before she’s swallowed by happiness and has to sit down on the concrete step and sob into her palms for sixty seconds. later she puts him in charge of the wind energy portion of her company. he gets his own place, but he never stops missing hera, who watches him from a distance and checks up on him through poseideon. hera says, “right now it’s about me. it can be about him if he keeps up the good behavior.” poseideon has never been so happy. she has her family and she has herself, in one piece, finally. she calls up sephone, she says, “listen, i’ve got a plan, okay?” and of course the wedding planner would have to be in charge of everything. 

in this life, the reunion is beautiful. dionysus doesn’t touch the alcohol. hestia stands beside him proud and wonderful. apollo (who wouldn’t come without being allowed to choose the music) and his husband push artemis into the pool, she returns the favor with athena’s help. hades and persephone beat everyone at beer pong, but demeter crushes them at gin rummy. posideon dances with her sisters. hera stands back and her mouth quirks and zeus watches her the whole time, in his new three-piece suit. aphrodite is in between two men, but she’s no longer quite in between them. she walks over to her once-king and says “love needs time and understanding” and he thinks: of course. of course. he will change who he is for her. she never needed him. he needed her. he needed this to feel in place: he needed a family, as one, as olympus with its golden gates. in this life, for one moment, they are all happy.

Brendon Urie x Reader : Date With A Dork

A/N: Despite what the request says this is still a gender neutral fic my lovelies! :) Requests, comments, and questions are accepted as always. I love you all, thanks so much! 2 more followers and then I hit my first 100. Thank you!!! The past month has been amazing, and I’ve loved writing fanfic for you guys! You’re the best.  

Anonymous said:
Hi!! Could I get an imagine where the reader is a YouTuber and Frank or Brendon (you choose) is a huge fan of her, they meet after a concer and he asks her out?? :D

You sat on the couch of the dressing room, tapping your foot nervously, anticipating the moment when your lifelong idol and celebrity crush would walk into the room. Sure, you were almost just as famous as he was, almost, but to you, he still seemed like a thousand levels higher. You grew up listening to all the Panic! At The Disco songs. They were the band that helped you survive middle school and high school, and to think that you’d be in the presence of Brendon Urie, the actual singer and front man of your favorite band, it blew your mind. You had met him online through some DM’s on Twitter, and you texted each other, even had a video talk, and Brendon decided to send you some free tickets for some of his upcoming shows in hopes that you could make it and you two could meet and hang out later. It felt surreal.

That day you had called Brendon a couple hours before he went on stage, and he had explained to you where to go and what to do in order to find him. Zach, who you had seen in a million backstage videos and Brendon periscopes, had introduced himself to you and showed you to the dressing room, sitting you down on the couch until Brendon came out from his shower. You had agreed upon walking to a little music shop Brendon had scouted out earlier, a place where he had told you he had bought one of his favorite guitars. You were lost in thought when the door swung open and Brendon’s eyes met yours, and your heart leapt. This was really happening.

“Nice to finally see you in person,” Brendon smiled as he dried his hair off with a towel, setting it down on the ground and giving you a hug. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Looks who’s talking,” you smirked, both of you walking out the door and down the sidewalk.

“I’ve watched a couple of your YouTube videos,” he chuckled. “You’re pretty cute.”

“Cute? More like embarrassing,” you rolled your eyes. “They find it humorous when I humiliate myself.”

“Stuffing marshmallows in your mouth is humiliating?” Brendon raised his eyebrows. “Ha, remind me what humiliation means the next time you get so drunk you take your pants off on stage.”

“Well that’s actually sort of hot,” you admitted. “A marshmallow filled mouth? I don’t think it even comes close.”

“You’re too humbling,” Brendon laughed. “I think you’re great.”

“Same,” you grinned. “I’ve been listening to your music for forever.”

“Forever is a really long time,” he reminded. “That’s almost fucking eternity, you know. I don’t think my band’s even been around that long.”

“You know what I meant silly,” you gave him a playful jab in the arm.

“You hit like a girl,” he teased. “No offense to girls.”

“You sing like a girl,” you joked. “Hitting those high notes and that falsetto.”

“Really now? I never noticed! Oh my gosh,” Brendon responded, doing his best Valley Girl impression, which made you giggle. You had seen him do it so many times in his Periscopes, and even sometimes on stage.

“The show was great by the way,” you added. “I loved it.”

“Was it worth the price?” he raised an eyebrow.

“You gave me tickets for free,” you laughed. “Remember?”

“Fuck, I love it when you laugh,” Brendon sighed happily. His eyes grew wide after he realized he had just said that aloud, and it only made you laugh more. “Damn, I didn’t think-”

“No, haha,” you regained composure. “It’s fine. I love your smile.”

“Really now?” he flashed a toothy grin.

“Not like that,” you rolled your eyes.

“You sure?” he insisted between his teeth.

“Better quit it or I’ll start calling you Beebo,” you playfully threatened.

“Because heaven forbid anyone call me that!” Brendon gasped. You both burst out into laughter as you neared the music shop.

“So this is the place, huh?” you wondered as he opened the door and ushered you in.

“Yup, the one and only,” he grinned. “Damn, it’s been forever since I’ve been in here.”

“You know, forever is a really long fucking time,” you reminded.

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes. He slyly reached for your arm, holding your hand as you walked down the aisles, and you stayed silent, but bursting with joy that he would be so kind as to show that sign of affection. You knew Brendon could be flirty, but you never knew he was this romantic.

“Look, I see a Sinatra vinyl,” you hinted, pointing towards a copy of one of Brendon’s favorite albums.

“I think I spot a Weezer one too,” Brendon added excitedly. You both drifted off to that corner of the shop and released the hand holding, so that you could pick up a Death of a Bachelor vinyl.

“You see this?” you smiled. “You’re right up there with them, Brendon.”

“That’s insane,” he laughed. “I never thought I’d live to see the day.”

“It’s right there beside them,” you pointed out. “Look at you, Mr. Accomplishment.”

“Ah, you’re not too shabby yourself,” Brendon reassured. “You’ll be up there on the internet hall of fame one day. I know it.”

“Nah,” you shook your head. “I think I’ll be one of those old celebrities in the magazine showing how much I’ve aged or something like that.”

“Whatever,” Brendon chuckled.

You walked over to the guitars and picked one up, handing it to Brendon. It was a lovely acoustic, and Brendon just looked at it and smiled. “Play something,” you begged. “I want to hear you.”

“You just did? Remember? About an hour ago?” Brendon reminded.

“No, I mean just you and me,” you persisted. “Right here, right now.”

“If you insist,” Brendon sighed, sitting down on a stool and strumming a couple chords. “Oh shit, what do I even sing?”

“Jesus loves me more than he loves you,” you joked.

“Oh I think that’s going to be featured on our next album,” Brendon teased. “You’re not allowed to tell anyone yet. It’s going to be the second single after Pirate Love.”

“That one you wrote with Kenny?” you giggled.

“That’s the one,” Brendon nodded. “Swab my deck!”

“Brendon!” you squealed.

“I’m just playing around,” he reassured. He strummed a couple chords and then hummed, starting to sing. It sounded familiar, but it wasn’t until he sang the first few words did it register what song it was. “I’m just setting, I’m just setting a trap. And I’m not pulling, no, I’m not pulling for ya-”

“You’re just pulling at me,” you chimed in.

“I’m not a betting man, but this is a sure thing,” you both grinned as you sang the words together. “Bababadadadadabababadada, I’ve been to Tokyo and to South Africa…”

“So many places,” you laughed.

“That you might say I’ve seen it all,” Brendon gave a goofy face.

“But my favorite place is the warm embrace, of holding your hair back in a bathroom stall,” you both sang out the lyrics playfully. “Everything I do is bittersweet, you could tell me secrets that I’ll probably repeat, I’m not trying to hurt you, I just love to speak, it feels like we’re pulling teeth. So bittersweet…” Brendon strummed a couple elaborate chords and you both laughed, until he put the guitar down.

“So you know all the words,” he smiled. “I like that.”

“I love that song,” you sighed. “Vices and Virtues bonus tracks are literally the best.”

“That’s what they all say,” Brendon smirked.

“So, any bonus tracks for Death of a Bachelor?” you raised your eyebrows, hoping to possibly pry some information out of him.

“I already fucking told you y/n, you’re not allowed to ask anymore questions about the new Beyoncé collaboration,” he groaned playfully. “That’s strictly between Queen Bey and me, got it?”

“You’re such a dork,” you giggled.

“Is that a good thing?” he wondered.

“It’s amazing,” you reassured, and almost instinctively, you gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He bit his lip trying to suppress a smile, and you skipped over to the rack of CD’s, pretending nothing had happened. An employee who was restocking some of them looked at you.

“Were you the one with the lovely voice?” he wondered.

“Nah, that would be Brendon over there,” you explained. “He’s the singer.”

“You didn’t sound too terrible yourself,” the man reassured.

“You’re too kind,” you blushed.

“Hey y/n,” Brendon snapped. You turned around, surprised at the sudden sharpness of Brendon’s voice. “Let’s go, we’ve got dinner reservations.”

“We do?” you inquired.

“Yes, we do, so let’s get going,” Brendon insisted. He tugged on your arm and basically dragged you out of the store, until you reached the corner and he finally let go.

“What the hell was that all about?” you asked.

That’s when Brendon kissed you, right then and there, his lips pressed up to yours, and when he pulled away, he left you stunned. “I didn’t like the way that man was hitting on you,” Brendon shrugged. “You’re mine.”

“Am I now?” you smirked.

“If uh, you’re okay with that,” he double checked.

“You little dork,” you kissed him on the lips quickly. “You’re too adorable, Brendon.”

“Nah, you’d beat me any day,” Brendon shook his head.

“So I believe there were mentions of dinner reservations?” you reminded.

“If you’re up for it,” he shrugged.

“I’m up for anything,” you grinned. “As long as you’ll be there.”

“Are you saying yes to a date with the biggest dork ever?” Brendon wondered.

“Yes I am,” you nodded. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Here to Help - Spencer Reid

Part 2

Spencer x Reader

Summary: A case hit home for one of the BAU team but none of the others know why or how to help

Part 1


You had just gotten the case files together was were slowly making your way towards the conference room making sure you didn’t drop them. ‘I thought we were on paperwork today and not cases?’ Morgan’s voice floated through the open door as JJ entered before you. ‘We are but a case needed our attention’ Hotch told the team as JJ sat. ‘Alright’ The team looked at JJ and she just shrugged. ‘I don’t know anything about it, it didn’t come through me’ She explained and they all looked slightly confused.

At that you stepped into the room. ‘That’s because it came through me’ You announced and their heads turned to you. You leaned forwards landing the armful of files you had onto the wood. ‘I flagged a case when I started at the BAU’ You began separating files and passing them across to each of your team. ‘This morning I got a call about it’ You reached over to the center and grabbed the remote for the board. ‘Twenty two years ago a man names Joshua Penican started invading family homes and killing them’ You clicked the mouse and a police drawn portrait of the man came up. ‘This sketch is about twenty years old and the only thing we have to go on’ You walked around the table. 

You let your hand brush off Spencer’s shoulder as you went hoping the small gesture would help show him you were sorry, until you could talk to him properly after. ‘All together he’s killed over 24 families, for the first few years it was only one at a time’ You clicked again and the older crime scene photos came up. ‘Then he began killing in sprees of two or threes. His killing are so periodic no one knows when or where he will strike next’ You looked away from the photos a shudder going down your spine. ‘It’s never yearly but never any more than 4 years between sprees’ You began clicking again. ‘He always targets families with five people in it, a mother, killed by overdose’ You clicked and a photo of a woman in a chair came up. ‘Father, single gunshot to the head’ Again another click. ‘Two daughters’ Two more clicks and their photos came up. ‘And a boy’ Again you clicked but didn’t look at the screen. 

Rossi was flicking through the paper. ‘there was a survivor, a young girl about twenty years ago’ He looked up. You nodded. ‘Yes, that’s where the police got their sketch’ He nodded. ‘There’s a profile in here’ Morgan glanced up at you. ‘Has the BAU worked this case before?’ You shook your head clicking the remote and the screen went blank. ‘No, that profile is mine, a few years ago I heard about the murders of three more families and went down there’ JJ nodded. ‘I remember that, one day you just took off on holiday’ You shrugged. ‘I went to work the case unofficially and gave the cops this profile’ You told her.

Turning back to the screen you clicked on the new images. ‘About twenty minutes ago I got a phone call from a Detective Grenly saying he had struck again, a family of five had been found dead an hour earlier, same MO’ You clicked and the crime scene photos again came up. You flinched when the photo of the oldest girl came on the screen and turned away. And being in a room full of profilers one of them noticed, Spencer. ‘Only this time, the son, Jason Harvey fifteen, survived as the unsub was interrupted while trying to strangle him’ You crossed your arms. ‘I told the police we’d help’ The team nodded. ‘Wheels up in twenty’ Hotch said as he stood. The team nodded agreeing and the room began to clear.

You waited for them to go. ‘Spencer?’ You called just before he left the room and he turned. ‘I’m sorry about this morning’ He just crossed his arms. ‘That was the case file you had hidden in your desk wasn’t it?’ You nodded pulling out a chair and sitting. ‘Yeah, listen I am really sorry about snapping’ Spencer sighed slightly and walked back into the room uncrossing his arms. He sat taking the seat beside you. ‘I’ve never seen you react like that, and I’ve known you almost seven years’ You sighed and glanced at the lone case folder on the table, yours. ‘This case, it’s always been one I’ve known when we had a lead, I just-I wanted to get it to Hotch. I’ve tried for so long to catch this guy and I don’t know what came over me’ You closed your eyes with a long sigh

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Drag Race Predictions

If y’all haven’t watched last night’s episode just stop here, because I talk about who gets eliminated.

So, now that our sweet wailing princess Farrah is gone, (I loved Farrah, and I feel so bad she never got a chance to shine) it’s time to start eliminating some fan favorites. My predictions are of course influenced a bit by who I like, but I’m also trying to keep it objective.

Next week, I think Alexis or Valentina are going home. My money is on Valentina. The challenge is making a TV pilot, so it’s another writing/comedy challenge. Valentina’s humor is relatively one-note, and really hasn’t delivered. Last night’s challenge was rough for her. Her laughs came from the confusing mix of accents and affectations, not really from her wit. Her Snatch Game got me really excited because I thought it was one of the best concepts for snatch game in herstory, but it was really the same joke. She hasn’t really stood out in a while in this competition, yes she was top 3 in 9021-ho, but I was a little disappointed because I felt like she was just doing the valley girl voice she always does in untucked. I’m just not seeing a whole lot of versatility with her, and I think that comes from her limited experience performing in drag. I like Valentina a lot, I just think she’s showed us everything at this point unfortunately. Even the other queens are starting to see Valentina as kind of a place holder. All the reads about just standing there and smiling were telling to me. 

Alexis is my other contender to go home next week. This is a group challenge, and she doesn’t really play well with others. Also, her personality is very diva-esque (she’s a drag queen I know but she goes a bit further than the other girls.) She also knows she only has one win, and was just in the bottom. I kinda predict her making the entire pilot about herself to try to stand out, but as we saw last night when Alexis gives herself a big role she crumbles. Plus, we found out last night, she can’t write for shit, so I don’t actually trust her to come up with a funny role for herself. I’m also pretty tired of her attitude. As much as I identify with the jappy queen from New York, she’s been pretty bratty lately especially when things aren’t going her way. Now things really aren’t going her way since she was on the bottom, so I’m pretty sure she’s sunk.

I think Nina is also in danger, and could be a surprise elimination either next, or in between Alexis and Valentina. To me, Nina doesn’t really seem like she wants to be there. She’s been kind of over it all for a while, and my patience is wearing thin. I love Nina’s out of the box style so much, but she’s got a major attitude problem. Her little tantrum with Shea last night was over the line. Shea has done nothing but help build Nina up, and inspire confidence in her every week, so I think her shitting on her biggest ally was a subtle way of detaching and pushing herself towards the door. She also has done really poorly in the acting challenges. Even when she has her choice of character, she’s so uncomfortable committing to anything other than Nina, and it’s not looking good for her having to make a character after what she tried last night. I honestly think it’ll be her and Valentina in the bottom 2 this week, and I think Nina will survive that lip sync. I also say Nina for top 5 because she’s too good for ratings for the show to let her go any sooner. She’s been the main antagonist, and one of the most talked about queens for a lot of reasons.

That leaves us with a top 4 of Shea Coulee, Trinity Taylor, Sasha Velour, and Peppermint. Who makes it to top 3 is pretty up in the air, but there are a few things to consider. Namely, Shea is the only guarantee right now. She’s never landed anywhere near the bottom, and she’s clearly a favorite for the judges. Even the guest judges have loved Shea with such limited exposure. I don’t think there’s a clearer front-runner, and Shea is easily my pick to win. It’s about time a Chicago girl won, and She has navigated this competition so beautifully that I think it’d be a crime to give the crown to anyone else.

As it currently stands, I think Trinity will be in the top 3 as well, so long as she pulls her shit together. She’s already lip synced once, and got real close this week. She does have 2 wins which helps, but if she’s in the bottom again, I think that’ll hurt her chances of making it to the final 3, especially if Sasha or Peppermint win another challenge. I like Trinity enormously though, which has been the biggest surprise of this season, and I’m kind of hoping she makes it to the final 3, but I wouldn’t be heartbroken if she didn’t. 

I think Sasha is in a lot better standing than most people realize. Sasha won “Good Morning Bitches,” and made top 3 in the CUNT pageant, snatch game, and now the comedy challenge. She’s been in the top 3 for literally half of this competition, and I think after 9021-ho she kind of figured out her exact humor wont always work, and learned how to make her style more TV friendly. She’s playing this game really well, and she’s really smart. I think she could easily win another challenge and secure a spot in the top.

Peppermint is the dark horse of this competition. It’s weird to say that, because she’s basically been the narrator all season, so it’s hard to imagine this season without Peppermint. She has the best confessionals, and the most magnetic personality of the group. Another really good one for TV. Until last night, I was convinced Peppermint would make it to the top 4, then get sent home because clearly no one this season could beat her in a lip sync (except maybe Trinity so let’s all hope to god that becomes a legendary lip sync in herstory somehow.) If she wins another challenge, she’ll make it to top 3 easy. I also think Peppermint might pull a Naomi Smalls right now and just start kicking ass at the last minute. I love Peppermint, and it’d make me really happy to see her make top 3. In that case, it’d be whoever doesn’t have more than one win to get bumped from the top.

So, in summary, I think the elimination order is Valentina, Alexis, and Nina for the next 3 weeks. Then, the top 3 will come down to challenge wins. I predict the top 3 will be Shea, Trinity, and Sasha (with Peppermint winning Ms Congeniality) but my ideal top 3 is Shea, Sasha, and Peppermint. I’ve really loved this season, and I’m actually rooting for a lot of the girls which never happens. I just fucking love this show so much.

Bun in the oven- Logan Paul Imagine

Bun in the Oven- Logan Paul Imagine

You had taken about 10 tests and you still didn’t believe the two lines. How could you though? You were on a pill, and every time you and Logan “Did it” you had protection. You and Logan were not ready for a baby at this point in time, at 22 years old? A harsh knock made you jump and drop 4 tests you were holding.

“Baby, you’ve been in there for like half an hour, are you alright?” Logan’s voice traveled through the door. You attempted to hold back the tears that were pricking the corners of your eyes, but you had no success.

“Babe?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m alright, I’ll be out in a minute” you managed to get out.
You shoved all the tests in your box of tampons, not wanting Logan to find them before you had a chance to figure things out. You swung the door open and saw a really pleasing image in front of you. Logan was standing there with his arm up against the door frame with sweaty locks of hair stuck to his forehead from the gym. There’s always that slight possibility you got knocked up from looking at him. His face broke into a smile as he looked down towards you.

“There’s my girl! Are you ready to eat, I made dinner?”

“You, made dinner? Like used the stove and oven to make food?” you laughed

“No, I ordered it from postmates silly! Have you even met me?” he laughed.

Once you two had made your plates and sat down at the table, you figured maybe you should try to get some information on Logan’s ideas and feelings on children.

“Logan,” you started

“Y/N” he replied jokingly.

“I’ve been thinking lately, you know, about us,” he put his fork down, and looked at you more seriously. “and I was just like wondering, how you would feel about starting a family.” Logan’s eyebrows raised drastically, and you felt a knot in your stomach.

“Like, babies? Y/N, no offense sweetheart, but I think you have officially lost your damn mind.”

“Why is that?”

“We’re 22 years old! How and Why would we have a baby at 22 years old?! My schedule is too busy for that. Not to mention, we’re not married and we’ve only been together for what? Almost 2 years? And I can’t stand kids. That’s just a stupid idea.” He ranted.

You felt slightly hurt and you were about to start crying again, not just for what he said, but for the way he shouted at you.

“I’m sorry, I was just wondering for… future reference.” You were trying to hold everything together for the rest of the dinner, and for the rest of that night as well, and when you and Logan went to bed, you didn’t snuggle into his side like you normally would, you slept as far away from him as possible, holding your stomach and silent tears falling onto your pillow case.
*
The next day was long. You woke up, to see that thankfully, Logan had left for the set of Valley Girl already. You didn’t want to have to talk to him right now. You stretched your arms out and swung your legs over the side of the bed, and a small white paper caught your eye on the bedside table. In Logan’s chicken scratch handwriting, the note said

‘Hey b, I’m sorry about last night, I’ll make it up to you.” with a small wink face drawn next to it. Although this note didn’t make you smile, or feel a tingle between your legs like it was supposed to. You just sighed and put it back down. You needed to go to the doctor, so after making an appointment for that, you took a shower and left for the office picking up some food on the way.
*
The doctors told you what you already knew, you were pregnant and they started scheduling you for your periodic checkups. When you walked through the door to you and Logan’s you weren’t expecting to see Logan lounging back on the couch with Maverick on his shoulder. That bird loved you a lot but you only tolerated him. He flew onto your shoulder and you internally rolled your eyes.

“Babe, where’d you go? I came home and you weren’t here.” He came over to hug you and tried to kiss you but you turned your head. “Woah, is something wrong?” you just shook your head. “C’mon, obviously something is wrong. You never turn your head on me.” You didn’t want to say what you did next, but you couldn’t stop it. What better way to tell him than to just blurt it out?

“I’m pregnant Logan.” He stared at you blankly for a minute, then randomly started laughing, loudly. “I’m not joking. I just got back from the doctor, and I took like 10 tests yesterday.” He stopped laughing.

“You have to be kidding me, there’s no way.” Logan stated grabbing his hair.

“I’m not kidding, I don’t know how it happened either.” Standing in front of him for a few minutes, he opened his mouth and said,

“Get out.” You were kind of expecting this to happen, so as prepared as you always made yourself, you nodded, grabbed your bags that you had packed earlier today, and left to go to your apartment you owned before you moved in with Logan.

Heartaches (A/M)

A Mark/Jaebum OneShot

Genre; Angst with a smidgen of Smut~ 

Length; 1,400+ words

Originally posted by myjaebutt

For the umpteenth time this month, you ran out of the boys dorm; tears streaming down your face as Jaebum finished yelling at you. 
“Y/N!!!” You could hear him call out to you as you made your way to the front door, just before you could open the front door you felt his hand wrap around your forearms; yanking you back towards him. “I’m sorry..” He softly stated, pressing his lips on the top of your head, holding you in a comforting embrace. “Please don’t go..” 

Tears wildly fell from your eyes, practically drenching his shirt. “Jae..” You shakily replied, sniffling as you attempted to regain your composure. “We- We can’t do this anymore.” 

“What are you-” Before he said another word, you shook your head; pulling away from the spot you so badly wanted to stay in. You loved when he held you, he hadn’t in so long and that fact that he did at this very moment tore your heart in two. 

“We can’t do this anymore..” You repeated, wiping your tears with the sleeves of your sweater.  “We’re always fighting, or more like you’re always yelling at me. You say all these hurtful things and make me feel completely worthless, then say sorry and expect it fix everything..” You sighed, sniffling as you stepped back; distancing yourself from him, “Then you swear up and down that you’ll never do it again, and it’ll be fine for a couple days, but then you go right back to it..” 

An exasperated sigh escaped him as he listened to you; knowing damn well you were completely write. “I’m sorry..” He uttered out, his head hung low as nothing but pure regret washed over him. 

“I’m going now..” You murmured, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes once more, turning around you made your way to the front door; grabbing the door knob as you turned to take one last look at the man you were so madly in love with. 

The moment you walked out, you heard nothing but cussing and shouting. Your tears fell down your cheeks as you walked to the parking lot. Facing down at your feet the entire time, you silently scolded yourself until you suddenly bumped into someone. 
“Oh shit I’m-” You began immediately trying to apologize until to realized who it was. 

Mark looked down at you with smiling eyes as he shook his head, giggling, “You know you really need to watch where you’re going.” He teased just before noticing the light streaks of makeup your tears left painted down your cheeks. His smile disappeared, taking you into his arms immediately. “What happened this time?” 

His question made you realize how obvious the problems you and Jaebum had were, “We broke up..” You meekly replied, holding back your river of tears. “I just couldn’t take the yelling anymore. I couldn’t take feeling like  I had to walk on eggshells around him..”

Mark just calmly shushed you, shaking his head. “It’s okay, you don’t need to explain yourself to me, sweet girl..” He cooed, stroking your hair. “I know how he was to you.. Let me drive you home okay?” 


Once you were finally home, you invited him in. 
“I’m sorry for this, by the way..” You said softly, sighing. “I didn’t mean for all this to happen..” 

Strutting over to you, his hands found your hips; gripping them as he pulled you close to him. “Y/n, you don’t need to apologize, okay?” He said in a reassuring tone, resting his forehead against yours. “I’m here for you, and I’ve always been on your side..” 

Hearing his gentle, warm voice and feeling the love that radiated off him filled something in you that had made you feel empty for a while now. “Help me forget-” You timidly whispered, your lips ghosted over his chest. “Please..” 

Mark’s eyes widened, he wanted you so badly- for so long, “Y/n, I- I..” He stuttered in reply. 

Pulling away from him, you peered up at him, “It’s okay, I’m just desperate to-” As soon as you began talking, he quieted you with a deep, wanting kiss. His pillow-y lips parted against yours as your tongues entangled each other in a fight for dominance. 
Your soft moans mixed with his, filing your mind with pure lust. The two of you broke the kiss, your eyes met with his. “Mark..” You sweetly uttered out as your hand trailed up his toned torso. 

His hands moved from your hips, grazing over your ass. “Do you really want to do this, y/n?” 

The instant you nodded, he wasted no time at all. Lifting you into his arms, he walked the two of you to the couch; gently tossing you down as he climbed on top of you. 
Your soft giggled filled the room as he flashed that oh-so gorgeous smirk down at you. “You look so pretty underneath me, babygirl..” He purred, bringing one hand up to your face; gently caressing your cheek. His hand trailed down from your face, between the valley between your breasts, then down your your hips. 

Biting your lip, you took the liberty to delicately wrap your arms around him; slightly pulling him closer to you. The tips of your noses rubbed together as he playfully teased you with his lips, leaving pouting in protest. “Don’t tease~” You huffed. 

His adorable laughter flowed out of him as he pressed his lips against yours, allowing his hand to further explore your clothed heat. You faint moaned into his mouth as he kept his lips against yours, his fingers skillfully ran up and down the seam of your leggings- rubbing your dampening slit. 
“Fu- Fuck..” You whined, pulling away from the kiss. 

“Someone’s so fucking wet already..”He chuckled, teasing you as he swiftly moved his hand into your pants. Raising a brow at you, he bit his lower lip as he felt your pantiless flower automatically coat his fingers in your sweet essence, “Really? No panties?” 

 Your cheeks blushed a bright pink, “Ah, I don’t like wearing panties when I’m wearing leggings.” 

“You’re so bad.” He teased as his fingers found your sopping entrance. 
Just as he was about to dive his digits deep inside you, your front door slammed open and closed. 

“Yah!” You hear Jaebum basically shout as he entered your apartment, shit. “Why is Mark’s car-” He said, stopping his sentence short as he walked into the living room; seeing the two of you, entangled in each other. 

Mark immediately scrambled off you, the two of you sitting up as if you were trying to play it off as if nothing was going on. 
“Why are you here?” You somberly asked, avoiding eye contact with him at all cost. 

Ignoring your question, he practically stomped over to Mark- pulling him up by the collar of his shirt. Jaebum stared at him with his knife-like gaze, “What the fuck-” He growled, roughly shaking his friend. “-do you think you’re doing, hyung?”

Mark pushed the younger man off him, “Jae, can you just listen-” He began but was immediately cut off by Jaebum’s fist connecting his lower jaw. 

A sharp gasp flowed out of you as Mark fell to the floor and in an instant you were by his side. “Jaebum!” You shouted, helping Mark sit up. 

Jae ignored you once more, harshly pushing you away from his hyung- landing two more vicious blows to his face. “How could you do this to me!?” He shouted, “Did you convince her leave me because you want her?” 

Mark couldn’t even get a word in without Jae hitting him again. Tears ran down your cheeks as you sobbed- you had never seen Jaebum so mad nor had you ever seen Mark be so passive. 
“I won’t hurt you in front-” Mark said softly, motioning over to you as Jae roughly shaked him. “-in front of her.” 

Jae finally turned to face you, the sadness that overcame him the moment he saw the tears rushing down your face and the utter fear in your eyes was unlike anything he had ever felt before. 
“Y/n..” He softly murmured, moving away from Mark and over to you. He smoothly pulling into his arms, hugging you tighter than he ever had before. Tears welled up in his own eyes as he looked over to his bruising friend then back down at you. 
“I’m sorry, I- I came over to talk to you, but when I saw you two; I just lost it..” He frantically explained, his voice quivered as he fought back the urge to cry. “I don’t want to lose you..” 

Your peered over to Mark, you could see the sadness in his eyes as he saw you in Jaebum’s arms- suddenly he mouthed the words ‘I love you..’; the entire situation tugged at your heart strings. 
“Please leave.. both of you.” You timidly replied, sniffling as more tears broke free, “I- I need to be alone..”

Enlighten Me - Andy Biersack Imagine

Originally posted by shhhh-no-ones-home


anonymous asked: “Can you do a rough imagine with Andy, idk like spanking or something, but then fluff at the end? Thank you!!!!!??

Word Count: 1367 | Warnings: Smut (!), offensive language

“Yo, (Y/N)’s in the house!!” my friend and party host Felix chanted as I entered his house, followed by the other party guests who had already arrived.

“Hey Felix,” I gave him a hug before he welcomed me to whatever’s available. It was one heck of a party, I could see, there were lots of people, some just casually chatting, some watching two burly dudes play beer pong, some making out, and some dancing in front of a stereo. I’ve never been to a house party with so much guests before, well probably this is probably the biggest house I’ve been to that’s being used for a house party, so it fits way more people. I then spotted my friend Sarah sitting on the couch with some other friends. She waved at me and I waved back, walking towards her. With her were some of my other gal pals and the guys from Black Veil Brides, although Andy was nowhere in sight. They all greeted me warmly as I joined their little group. I sat right next to Sarah and became engaged in their group conversation directly.

“I’m back, bitches,” Suddenly a familiar voice rung from behind me. I turned around to see Andy with a cup of punch in his hand. “Hey, (Y/N)’s here! How’ve you been?”

“Hey, Andy. I’ve been great, what about you?” I replied necessarily.

“Never better,” he said as he sat next to me. Andy and I have never been the very closest of friends. Sure we hang out a lot but that’s basically because I hang out with Felix a lot and Felix are good friends with the BVB guys. We talk often but that’s it, nothing more. Not long after Felix joined us, holding back laughter.

“You guys remember Sandy Nichols?” he asked us with a huge grin on his face.

“You mean the shy ginger with seven cats?” Ashley asked for verification.

“Yes her, and you probably will never believe this,” Felix gestured the group to come closer as he was about to whisper something. “She likes it rough. Like, tied up to the ceiling sort of rough.” And then he burst into a fit of laughter.

“No fucking way!” my friend Tiffany commented in disbelief, “That sweet little Sandy likes it rough?”

“If you guys don’t believe me, go ahead and ask Byron,” Felix pointed to a guy by the punch bowl, “He witnessed it himself.” And started laughing again. We started laughing along with him, expressing our disbelief and imagining scenarios and shit. As I was about to make a comment, Andy gestured closer to me.

“Bet you can’t take it rough,” he whispered in my ear.

“Are you kidding? Of course I can!” I shot back, whispering almost loud enough for Sarah to hear.

“You’re almost as sweet as Sandy, I bet you like it soft and slow, do you?” I could hear a slightly naughty tone in his voice.

“That’s cute, but you totally have no idea, Mr. Biersack,” I replied, not at all turning to him. Why the hell is he saying stuff like this to me?

“Why don’t you enlighten me?”

I fell silent and turned to look at him. He had a naughty smirk on his face, and his eyes shot a look I’m still trying to decipher.

“W-What?” I stuttered, confused as hell.

“You know what I mean,” he said casually, the smirk still lingering on his face. “I’ll be by the punch bowl if you’re up for it. Or maybe, if you dare.” And he excused himself to the punch bowl.

I just sat there in silence, thinking of what he just said. Did Andy just asked me to… Is he insane?! Well, to be honest I always found Andy extremely attractive, and he’s a great person, and I’ve known him for a while now, so… I guess it’s okay, right…?

I then excused myself from the group to join Andy by the punch table. Andy’s eyes beamed with delight as he saw me walk towards him. “Well, so you do want to enlighten me, do you (Y/N)?” he said teasingly.

“Just shut up and take me somewhere, Andy,” I glared at him. He chuckled and immediately pulled me upstairs to search for a guest room that’s not occupied. When we found one, he immediately locked the door and slammed his mouth onto mine. He pinned me up against the wall and ran a hand on my thigh, gesturing me to jump. I did as he wanted and wrapped my legs around his waist. He then dropped me onto the bed and crawled over me. He went back to kissing me with one hand trailing up my dress, rubbing circles on my folds through my panties.

“Damn babe, you’re already this wet for me?” Andy teased. He then proceeded in taking my dress off, leaving me in my black lingerie. He examined every inch of my body lustfully before attacking my neck and collarbones, leaving purple love bites here and there.

“Andy…” my suppressed moan came out as he went to kissing the valley of my breasts. He slid his hand onto my back to unclasp my bra and threw it to the floor. He then brought my left nipple to his mouth and fondled with my right breast.

“Oh Andy, f-fuck…” I moaned louder.

He then paused to take of his top. “Well we don’t have much but,” he took off his belt, “We’ll just have to make the most of it. Hands up, princess.”

I did as instructed and raised my hands above my head. He then tied my hands together with his belt and commanded, “Keep them there.”

He then kissed me gently but lustfully on the lips and then down to my neck, my breasts, and then down to my stomach right before my panties. I was writhing in pleasure, but in the same time in agony with not being able to touch him. His eyes locked on mine as he skillfully removed my panties with his teeth. He then kissed my inner thigh before proceeding to lick my clit.

“Oh fuck…” I arched my back in absolute enjoyment, struggling my hardest to keep my hands up. “Andy p-please, just f-fuck me already,” I begged weakly.

“What’s that?” Andy asked, “I can’t hear you.”

“P-Please, fuck me Andy.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Goddamit just fuck me Andy!” I nearly yelled.

Andy smiled, pleased, “Good girl. Turn around.”

I did as I was told and was on all fours, relying on support from my knees and shoulder. I could hear him undoing his pants and throwing them away and without any warning, he rammed his length into me, making me scream. His thrusts were quick and powerful, driving me crazy.

“Scream my name, baby,” he commanded as he spanked my ass.

“Oh, Andy,” I screamed in between pants.

“Louder!” he spanked me even harder, making me utter a moan.

“Oh Andy! God!” I screamed even louder, dropping my head onto the bed in frustration.

He continued thrusting into me until we both reached our climaxes. Exhausted, he lied on the bed next to me and undid the belt that’s been cuffing my hands together. I then lied down as well, tired. He then pulled me closer and I rested my head on his chest as we both steadied our breaths.

“That was not even close to rough,” I commented teasingly, looking up to meet Andy’s face.

“I agree,” Andy replied, “But damn it was good.”

“Yeah it sure was,” I said. There were several seconds of silence before our lips connected again. This time, it was more tender and not so much lustful. His lips felt so soft and warm I could stay like that forever.

“You know (Y/N), I’ve always thought that you’re an amazing girl. I mean, you’re beautiful, friendly and vibrant, and… every time Felix invites me to hang, I’ve always been looking forward to see you,” Andy admitted almost shyly, “I know it probably should be the other way around, but… do you… Want to go out sometimes, (Y/N)?”

I smiled and pecked his lips gently once more, “Yeah, I’d love to, Andy.”

(Whoa that’s long 0_0 Anyways I hope you enjoyed this and pardon my inexperience *cries internally*)

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First Shroom Trip Experience

First off, I’d like to start by saying that I do not recommend anyone just eating shrooms. I recommend shrooms to those who are in a healthy state of mind looking to pursue a different or better path to becoming their better selves. Everyone is different and therefore, shrooms will take a toll on everyone differently. I personally didn’t have a sitter during this trip–and that’s something I do not recommend. Always have a sitter with you!! Please don’t message me asking about dosages or advice bc I’m no expert–this was just my first time!!

Alright, so yesterday was June 11, 2017. I went to the Haight Ashbury street fair with my best friend, @fuck-me-elegant and had such a blast!! We smoked and charged our crystals in the sun. I had kept the shrooms in a container with a crystal for a few days. I waved some amber incense over them too!! I wanted to cleanse any negative energy that might take over our trip. I wrapped our shrooms in some airhead strips in the back of an uber on our way to BART (subway) LOL. ((he didn’t notice anything, and we were high af dont judge me)) 

We ended up eating the shrooms on BART and then waited for them to kick in as we walked to Dolores Park. When we got there, my best friend had already started to feel the effects of the shrooms kicking in. She’s a little smaller than me so it hit her sooner. I ended up taking a bite out of this shroom infused chocolate lollipop I had. She started getting pretty cold so we packed up our stuff and headed back to BART. And that’s when it started hitting me.

I was so fucking excited that I couldn’t stop laughing. Everything was SO funny to me!! My best friend did her best to keep calm and not burst out laughing bc she didn’t want people to think we were lunatics. The ride home took over an hour and I listened to Chicano Batman ((best idea EVER)) as my friend got the creeps from these 3 white supremacist looking guys across from us on the train. I personally didn’t sense any negative energy but I had my headphones on and I was staring out the window enjoying myself. 

When we were finally home, she felt a lot safer and relieved. We also bursted out with so much energy and laughter– it was AMAZING. I took off my shirt and pants ((keeping on my bralette and boy shorts underwear)) bc I felt so fucking liberated!! 

We were sooo fucking giddy and stupid that we wanted to call people over bc we felt like entertainment. We wanted to be someone’s TV and we wanted sober people to pick at our brains. So she calls up her friend and he tells us that he is currently hanging out with a girl that he’s trying to get intimate with. We tell him they’re still both welcome to come over. He texted my friend to tell me to put clothes on. She got offended that he even asked that–as he is a guest and since it is her house, she and I can wear whatever the fuck we want. We were like “just don’t bother coming then.” 

For some reason, moments later, he shows up. With that girl. I’m still in my bra and underwear and FUCK NO I was not gonna put my clothes back on. Instead, I stay downstairs, away from everyone but I’m face-timing my best friend so that I can be in on the conversation without having to actually be there. After awhile, the connection gets worse and I got bored and lonely downstairs. So I grab Celestia II: The Reckoning and I decide I’m gonna pack a bowl and smoke all the way upstairs. ((There are three floors in this house. They are on the middle floor)) 

When I get upstairs, I sit down on the couch and forget all about packing the bowl. I didn’t want to talk to our friend and the girl he came with because I knew that they were both going to sexualize me. I knew that they weren’t going to move past the fact that I was in my bra and underwear. But I just wanted to be seen as a comfortable human. And tho I felt all of this–I didn’t FOCUS on it at all. I wasn’t really contemplating those thoughts whatsoever. Finally, my best friend convinces me to go on down and pack a bowl with them. 

When I got downstairs, the vibe IMMEDIATELY changed. I said hi and apologized for being half naked by saying, “I’m sorry but I have a body and it just doesn’t want to wear clothes right now,” and the girl laughed it off in the fakest way ever. My high was so intense at this point ((peaking)) that all I could do was focus on how intimidated she was by my best friend and I. She was intimidated, insecure, and gave off the most NEGATIVE vibe. Her vibe was SO intense that it was ALL that my high could focus on. 

I asked her what her thoughts are like when she wakes up in the morning ((bc I was genuinely interested)) and she just said, in the most annoying valley girl voice ever, “Well I went on a hike with my dog this morning so…” and I asked about her dog and when she said, “I hate my dog,” immediately, I knew I couldn’t trust her. 

Okay, what I want you guys to understand–is that she had NOTHING to flaunt about herself. She was pretty!! But she didn’t have ANYTHING to contribute. No quirks, no interesting stories, nada. She was just SO bland. Talking to her was like looking through a window screen. There was nothing there. No substance or anything bc she was so fucking dense. 

My best friend tried carrying out the conversation and I literally couldn’t handle it so I went to the bathroom and laid on the floor instead. Door open, they can still see me but we weren’t in the same room. I lied on that bathroom floor as my best friend desperately tried to hold a conversation with this chick. In my head, I kept wanting to call or talk to someone. I needed someone there so badly bc I couldn’t handle how fucking dense this person was. I didn’t know who to call so I texted some of my friends hoping that one of them would end up calling me. I heard the girl ask my best friend if she knew what “ass-thetics” were bc that’s the only thing she actually does. “ass-thetic” pictures. 

Finally, she and the guy ended up leaving and my best friend came over to the bathroom with me. She let out the biggest exhausted sigh ever and I immediately told her everything that was going on in my head. She started to talk about how she felt the same exact thing and how strong it was too. 

I started to cry because I haven’t ever experienced anything like that so upfront in my face. I don’t tend to pick up on other people’s vibes bc I’m just trying to do me. I also began to cry because I was so haunted by the fact that there are people out in the world who exist without ever actually living. My best friend began to join the tearfest and we had a whole discussion about our pasts, family, how she is always aware of people, and we also talked about the things we wanted to fix about ourselves. We spent an hour talking about all these things and in that hour, I had never felt closer to her. I saw myself in everything she was saying about her past experiences. I saw myself in her and I knew that I had to keep her close to me. I felt so much love for my best friend, that happy tears eventually began to take over. In that bathroom, we cried the happiest and most tragic tears of our life so far. 

Our moment was interrupted when one of the friends that I was texting, began face-timing me. We talked to him for a bit so that we could explain to him what was going on but the connection was pretty bad. My best friend and I went downstairs and cuddled in her room. We continued the conversation and started talking more about our lives with each other. The more she opened up, the more I saw myself in her. We began to discuss the afterlife and spirituality and things we could do to live a fulfilling life. I also ended up reaching out to an ex and finally getting the closure I needed. 

Eventually, the guy I was face-timing showed up at her house with another friend!! They were both sober but we were still tripping hardcore. And yes, I’m still in my bra and underwear. Being around them tho was no trouble at all. I hadn’t seen my friend in MONTHS and the fact that I got 0 negative vibes was just soooo relieving to me especially after all that shit just went down. They were AMAZING company and we ended up staying up until 6AM!!

I felt so relieved being surrounded by genuine friends. I also had an oracle reading the next day and the cards I got were cards that I seriously resonate with. I’m glad that I had that trip with my best friend. And as dense as that girl was, I have her to thank for a beautiful spiritual awakening. If it wasn’t for that strong negative vibe, I don’t think I would have ever had that conversation with my best friend. I hope that girl begins her life soon. I pray the universe will help guide everyone on a path on enlightenment. Sorry if this wasn’t the most exciting story but this is what my experience was and I couldn’t have asked for anything better. 

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Being around one of my closest friends, Shawn, just wasn’t the same anymore. Everything he said made me smile. Every time he came closer to me, and especially when he hugged me, I could feel my heart fluttering out of my chest. To make all this worse, we went to the same college. We were normal best friends until we got drunk together one night about a month ago in Shawn’s dorm, somehow ended up naked, and I was sitting on Shawn’s lap. I find myself thinking about the night way more often than I should.



Shawn picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him. He stumbled to his bed and we both laughed, kissing sloppily with the taste of alcohol on both our breaths. I could feel his bulge pressing against me through his jeans. We fumbled with each other’s clothing. It came off one piece at a time then was thrown to the floor. It couldn’t come off soon enough. We were both antsy to have sex already. We were horny and drunk, and we just happened to be together at the time.

I sat on Shawn’s lap. My bare legs lay on top of his. He unclasped my bra and tossed it into the floor. His large hands cupped my boobs, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. I shivered from the chill up my spine from the feeling; I didn’t even think about the fact it was my best friend pleasuring me like this. He kissed my neck until he came to the valley between my breasts, stopping there. It was too intimate for just a one night stand. One hand moved down to my clit and he massaged it in circular motions. My hand moved to his, already hard, dick.

I wrapped my hand around him, jerking my hand up and down slow enough to drive Shawn crazy. His hand grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from him. He grabbed onto my hips and laid me on my back. His fingers dug into my hips, most likely leaving marks. I put my legs on his broad shoulders, figuring this would only increase the pleasure. Shawn spread me apart with his thumbs and entered me causing my mouth drop open. I stretched out around him but he seemed to forget this was the first time we’d done this, not giving me any time to adjust to him.

He entered me sloppily from the very beginning, still very intoxicated like I was. Even while drunk he seemed to know exactly what to do, though. He thrusted into me, pumping in and out quickly, never really giving me a chance to feel his full length. I watched his face as he fucked me. His eyes went from barely open to clenched shut many times. His brows furrowed together. His soft, pink lips were parted slightly. His arms wrapped around my legs that were still over his shoulders. The muscles of his abdomen contracted and relaxed with every roll of his hips.

“Shawn, oh my god, Shawn.” I moaned out when I finally felt his full length. He smirked and took this as initiative to fuck me harder. His fingers dug into my thighs, trying to grip onto something, anything while he pumped into me. Moans fell out of Shawn’s mouth sporadically, most of them incoherent. I came closer to the edge with every thrust. I tried to hold it off as long as possible, realizing I didn’t want this moment to ever end.

When I finally came undone, I moaned out Shawn’s name over and over again. My high took over my whole entire body. Every touch of Shawn’s fingers now burned against my flesh.

For the rest of that night, I lie awake thinking about what we had actually done, how it would change our friendship, and how absolutely amazing it was. After a few hours of sleep that night, we woke up slightly hungover and extremely embarrassed, as we were both still naked.



I still lie awake some nights, thinking about it. I thought about how he hovered over me, how he kissed me, how he moaned out my name and I moaned out his. Now, things felt like they were ruined between us. I couldn’t be around him more than five minutes without my heart racing. I stumbled over my words in every conversation. Before, we could talk and talk for hours on end and it was easy. Now a short conversation made me nervous. I had never been nervous around Shawn before.

I sat across from him in his dorm room, the same place we had hooked up weeks before. His roommate was gone for the weekend and so was mine. It seemed like a good idea to hang out, wonderful even, before I remembered how nervous he now made me. A month ago, we were just friends and in this moment I felt myself wanting us to become more. I had felt that a lot lately.

Shawn fidgeted on his bed while he looked over his notes. Studying on a Saturday night for a Monday exam, typical. I sat there watching his every movement, wondering if he could tell I was so nervous. After all, he knew me better than almost anyone else.

“We’re best friends, right?” He asked, sounding unsure.

“Of course we are, why?”

“Then tell me what’s wrong. You’re acting different. What’s bothering you?” I felt my heart sink into the pit of my stomach. The moment I had been dreading and avoiding as long as I possibly could. I sighed and then made eye contact with Shawn. He looked genuinely concerned.

“I can’t help but think about that night we hooked up. I keep thinking it was a mistake. We were drunk and it was a mistake. It made us grow apart and that’s not what I wanted.” I confessed. Shawn looked taken aback, not that I wasn’t expecting it though.

“Maybe it was a mistake, maybe it wasn’t.” My eyes narrowed at his words, trying to figure out what he was getting at. “It wasn’t a mistake for me. I was drunk, but that’s not the reason why we hooked up.”

“What are you trying to say, Shawn?” I asked.

“I’m saying that we didn’t have sex because we were drunk, or at least that’s not how I saw it. We didn’t have to be drunk, I still wanted you either way. After all, drunk actions are sober thoughts.”

My heart was beating out of my chest and my mouth felt dry. I didn’t know how to react. I didn’t know how to talk, how to move, how to do anything. Did Shawn really feel the same way? Was he just wanting to hook up again? No, he doesn’t act that way, he doesn’t treat girls that way.

“Come on, Shawn. Stop messing with me,” I spoke, “tell me the truth.” I searched for any hint of him joking or playing around with me.

“I want you, I want you so badly. I need you. Why don’t you believe me?” I realized now he was serious. Shawn walked over to me where I sat in a desk chair. He took my small hands in his much larger ones. I stood up, following him to his bed. He sat down on the edge and pulled me onto his lap.

His forehead pressed against mine and our noses bumped together. His hands lingered over my waist as he leaned in to kiss me. Soft lips pressed against mine, kissing slowly. My bottom lip went between his lips. His teeth grazed against my lip then he slipped his tongue into my mouth. His hands roamed all over my body before coming to my hair. His fingers raked through my hair soothingly.

We both pulled away, out of breath. I caught my breath and began to speak when Shawn interrupted me, saying exactly what I was going to say.

“I love you.” He breathed against my lips.

“I love you too.” I told him.