YOU GUYS I AM REALLY DUMB

guys im creeping myself out bc recently i keep having this really strong sense that someone is missing every time i look at a picture of bts, and one time there was this doctor who episode where when u died your whole existence was completely eradicated from all of time like you were never even born, but if you really feel strongly enough about them you can remember that somethings off and MY DUMB BRAIN IS MAKING ME THINK THERE IS AN EIGHTH MEMBER OF BTS THAT DIED AND WAS FORGOTTEN ABOUT BUT IM REMEMBERING GLIMPSES AND CAN FEEL HIS ABSENCE ?????

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Just two dumb boys ™


Interviewer : how do you guys stay so humble ?

Josh : I think we just make fun of each other a lot. We just like knock each other down. If I do something dumb and I know it’s dumb, than he makes me feel really dumb.Then I can’t think I’m sweet later on, cause I’m like .. “I’m dumb”

Tyler: it’s like my goal to make you just feel dumb

Josh : And than we get into a room with celebrities and we’re both just two dumb boys

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The Joker x Reader - “Mrs. Frost”

Frost’s cousin got engaged and he needs to go to the engagement party in Nebraska. Since he doesn’t have a girlfriend, Jonny wants you to pose as his significant other, this way he doesn’t look stupid. Of course The Joker doesn’t like the idea, but dammit, your best friend needs help.

Best friends saga: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153980061476/the-joker-x-reader-best-friends

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155111386826/the-joker-x-reader-dirty-details

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/156162705436/the-joker-x-reader-the-wedding

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155431527926/the-joker-x-reader-forgive-and-forget


“Absolutely not!! NO! No way!” J grumbles when you ask to go with Frost. “You’re my girl, not his!” he hisses, feeling the blood running through his veins faster.

“Come on, baby, pleeaseee, you know he just broke up with his girlfriend and he can’t go alone,” you pout, slowly rocking your body in front of him, trying to appear as adorable as possible.

“I’ll let you know when I care,” he growls, unhappy at the situation.

“You gotta be nice to him sometimes, J. He’s the best man we have, you know that,” you go and sit in his lap, strategically placing a kiss on his neck, one of the weak spots you so well know about.

“I am nice,” he replies, taking a deep breath, suddenly warmer.    It’s working.

“Like when, baby?!” you try to find an example and can’t find any in your recent memory.

“He’s still alive, I didn’t kill him yet! Isn’t that nice of me?” J scoffs, proud of his achievement. “Like, what other proof do you need??!!”

“Please, boss, I promise I will take good care of her; it’s just for 2 days,” Jonny finally speaks, trying his luck. Man, he really doesn’t want to show up there without anybody by his side.

“Maybe you should have held onto your girl the way I hold on to mine, hmm? I still have her because I know how to treat a lady,” he scoffs, making sure his hair is slick the way it’s supposed be, overconfident in his boyfriend material skills.

Ha!” escapes your lips before you can stop it.

“What is that supposed to mean, Pumpkin?” The Joker puckers his lips, waiting for an answer.

You don’t reply, just kiss the sensitive spot again, breathing on his skin for a few seconds and that sends shivers down his spine.

“Please baby, I really want to go…yes?” you move your hand under his unbuttoned shirt, caressing the soft skin while giving him the look. Ahhh, the look: that’s the secret weapon you use when you really want it your way. This is one of those times that require special strategy: all gloves are off because your best friend needs help.

“Ummm…no…” he whispers but his determination went down a notch. His eyelashes flutter while you keep on staring at him with that naughty, devilish smile on your face.

“I’ll go crazy on you if you say yes, you bad boy,” you bite your lip, winking at him and signal Frost to get out with the free hand behind your back.

He gulps, slapping your thigh, pretending not to care:

“You always go crazy on me, Princess.”
“Yeah, well, think of that times four…hmmm?” you smirk, pulling on his bottom lip and he grins, intrigued:

“Times…four?”

Even five!” you are fast to add, your hand sliding down his waist as you kiss his neck, biting the soft skin from time to time. He purrs, enjoying the sensation and you already have some insane things in mind for him.

Jonny closes the door behind him, trying not to make a sound. “Poor Y/N, the things she has to do for me. I don’t deserve her; she really is the best friend someone can have,” he thinks with pride and if this was a movie, there would truly be some heroic music playing in the background.

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“Oh, wow, you have such cool tattoos!” Frost’s family remarks after you were introduced as his girlfriend about 15 minutes go. There are probably about 30 people at the house. Smalltalk started on the way to the living room and it cracks you up they have no clue about what he does for a living. He’s not really close with anybody so he barely sees them from time to time, that’s why they are oblivious to his lifestyle. And he wants it that way. But for certain events like this one you just have to man up and go with the flow- in this case go with your boss’s girl.

Property of J, I Love J, J+ Y/N, J & Y/N Forever… Wow, Jonny, she has so many tattoos with your name, I think it’s super cool,” his cousin gets excited while reading them. If they only knew it’s not about him… but since Joker and Jonny share the same initial, works like a charm. At least no one but your real boyfriend can see the Property of Joker tattoos scattered in different…places on your body, otherwise they would be intrigued on why Frost’s name is not there.

“He is one lucky bastard,” you blur out, holding onto his arm and when his grandma gives you a disapproving glance you correct yourself immediately. “Aren’t you honey?” you sweetly smile, pecking his shoulder. Grandma seems to like that and she nods in agreement.

“I really am lucky, she’s amazing you guys,” Frost kisses your temple, addressing everyone and they all go “awwwwww”. One of the aunts touches your hair, mesmerized:

“I really love your hair, sweetheart, it’s so bright. Does it take a long time to do?” she admires you bright red locks with neon green tips.

“No, not at all. J helps me, I mean Jonny,” you fix your tiny mistake even if you didn’t have to, sipping from your drink.

“When are you guys getting married?” his oldest uncle suddenly asks and you kind of roll your eyes. Frost is fed up with this dumb question they ask every time he brings someone over at the rare gatherings he attends so he spits out:

“We’re getting married soon, I asked yesterday and she said yes.”

“Oh my God!” the relatives scream and rush over to hug you both. “Congratulations, this is great!” You are speechless and pinch his arm so hard his eyes get teary.

“So, Mrs. Frost, when will the happy event take place? Soon after our wedding, I hope?” the groom-to-be excitedly inquires.

“Aaa, we don’t really know yet,” you grin, trying to keep your composure because you didn’t expect this shit.

“Look at the sparkler Jonny got her,” grandma takes your hand, studying the huge diamond ring that The Joker got you for your 3 year anniversary. You just wear it like a wedding ring.

“Good job, my man,” the guys shake Frost’s hand and pat his back. For the first time ever you just want to kill him.
“Jesus, would you just kiss your blushing bride?” his niece giggles and pushes the two of you together.

“Blushing??!! Who?” you repeat, confused while Jonny barely brushes your lips against yours so it won’t look awkward. The crazy niece reaches her hands and presses your heads together, resulting in a better kiss. You want to laugh on how stupid everything is when your eyes wander to the back yard for a few moments and your heart stops: The Joker just sits there, staring at you with his mouth open, shocked, not even blinking and probably not breathing at this point.

“Fuck!” you whisper in low voice in Jonny’s ear, not that you need to keep it down with everyone whistling and clapping. “Don’t make any sudden moves, J is watching us. He’s outside.”

“Oh, crap!” Frost gets startled, believing he’s already dead and this is just an afterlife dream.

“Don’t move I said, he can smell fear,” you whisper again, and when you look one more time, J is gone.  “He’s not there anymore,” you sigh, worried, leaving Frost’s arms.

People start talking and asking you two questions in the same time, that’s why you don’t hear the doorbell ringing.

“Hey, Jonny, your best friend is here. He said you invited him to our party,” grandma’s voice resonates in the living room while introducing the green haired man to everyone.

“The youth today”, she thinks, displeased at his appearance but still smiling.

What scares Frost the most is The Joker’s wide smirk that doesn’t go well with the murderous sparkle in his blue eyes.
“Y-yes, I invited him.” Jonny nervously stutters. “Everyone… this is Jay.”

All the relatives introduce themselves, analyzing the new comer because he sure looks interesting to say the least. The younger girls snicker and elbow each other, really liking his clothes and the toned abs showing from under his almost completely unbuttoned purple shirt.

“He’s so hot,” you hear them whisper behind you and it makes you whimper, feeling sorry for them.  “If you only knew the devil that he is, little girls”, you have time to think before you see him heading over towards you and Frost.

“Well, well, well, bestie,” The Joker takes a deep breath and hugs Jonny. “Finally made it to the party, I didn’t want to miss on the fun.”

Frost panics but there is nothing he can do. People start mingling and talking, probably the main subject being the dude with the pale skin.

“Sir, I can explain,” he tries to start the conversation, not raising his voice on purpose because he doesn’t want the others to hear.

“What was that?” J turns his ear, sarcastically pretending not to hear.

“Baby, please, it was for the show, you know that,” you signal both of them to follow you to the other side of the room for a little bit more privacy. You sure hope he won’t explode soon.

“For the show??! What show?!” he pants, irritated, facing both of you when you reach the back wall.“You fucking kissed my girl Frost???? You dare touch what’s mine???!!!! Thank God I decided to follow you here and keep an eye on things. And look at what I have to deal with… Would you also like her in your bed???!” he snaps, cracking his neck and you know this is not good.

“N-no, boss, of course not, I swear!” Jonny starts to sweat from all the emotions he’s going through and none of them are pleasant.

“Baby, please, “you go and take his arm, trying to calm J down because the relatives are sure glancing towards your little group even if they pretend not to care.

Suddenly, someone’s kid, a boy around 6 years old comes and tugs on J’s pants, trying to get his attention.

“Mister Toxic, do you like my drawing?” he lifts up his hand with the paper, smitten with that wild hair color.

“Huh?” The Joker glares down at the child, confused and enraged about the other problem also.

“I think he refers to your toxic green hair, baby,” you pet his arm, hoping he won’t go insane.

“Get lost, kid!” J grumbles at the kid and the boy gasps, noticing his silver teeth.

“Waaahhhh, Mister Toxic, are those bullets ?!”

“Go away I said!” he wants to push the kid away and Jonny intervenes, yanking his arm and taking him to his parents because he knows it won’t end pretty if this continues.

“So,” the future groom playfully punches J’s shoulder, interrupting. “Are you going to be Jonny’s best man?” he chuckles. “Him and this pretty lady getting married, I bet you are excited as hell, am I right?”

If the Joker’s would have a detachable jaw, it would definitely be on the floor right now.

“Say what?!” he narrows his eyes, watching Frost coming back to you. “Jonny boy, I heard you’re getting married?” he snorts with murder in his mind and you are ready to do something if needed.

“J, it’s not like that and you know it,” you reply and the groom looks confused. Something seems very out of place.

“This is MY woman!!!!” he suddenly loses it, shouting so loud that everyone’s eyes turn towards your small group. He points at you, furious as hell:” SHE IS MINE and she has what she needs right here, do you hear me Frosty boy?” The Joker takes your right hand and places it on his crotch, holding it tight on the spot. You are at a loss of words and so is everyone else.

“Oh, dear Lord!”, “What the…?…”, “ Did he just…?” you hear people muttering and it pisses you off he dares to ruin everything with his childish, entitled and possessive behavior. AGAIN.

“Christ Almighty!” you see grandma making the cross symbol, horrified at the scene unfolding in front of her eyes.

You pull your hand away and in the heat of the moment you go and grab Frost’s crotch, taking him by surprise:
“He also has what I need right here, so there’s no difference!!!!” you yell, irritated to the maximum.

Grandma faints and falls to the ground with a loud thud, a few relatives rushing to her side.

“You…You son of a bitch!!!!!” The Joker unexpectedly charges at Jonny, punching his lights out before he can defend himself. “Let’s go!!!” he forcefully drags you after him, while the family steps aside, not wanting to mess with the crazy guest that looks like is going to kill them all.

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“He also has what you need, huh?” J shoves you in his car, fastly blinking because he sees dark spots, that’s how enraged he is. “Nobody has what you need but me, is that clear Doll?!”

Needless to say he definitely proved his point once you got back to the penthouse. Think about the wild stuff he usually does to you times six. Maybe seven. You couldn’t wear high heels for a week because you couldn’t really feel your legs.

God, the things you have to go through for your best friend, but if you won’t, then who else will?

And, yes, if this was a movie, that heroic music would start playing again right about…NOW.

Also read- MASTERLIST:

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153664676321/joker-x-reader-masterlist

Gravity Falls RP Starters

“You can’t force someone to love you. The best you can do is strive to be someone worth loving.”

“When there’s no cops around, anything’s legal!”

“Studies show that owning a ladder is more dangerous that a loaded gun. That’s why I own ten guns, just in case some maniac tries to sneak in here with a ladder!”

“Dude, am I a side character?!”

“Don’t you know what it’s like to fall for someone… Even though you know in your heart that it’ll probably never work out? But you’d do anything for that person?”

“It’s funny how dumb you are.”

“I’m legalizing everything!”

“Time is dead and meaning has no meaning.”

“You’re scared of growing up. And who could blame you… I’m scared, too.”

“I am the god of destruction!”

“You’re laughing at frequencies only dogs should hear.”

“Princess Unattainable beckons you.”

“I decapitated Larry King.”

“That sounds like a dumb idea for poopheads.”

“Perfect boys… Always going through my trash. Wait, what?”

“I prefer to roll my dice in Vegas.”

“Look at these noodle arms!”

“Tickling is no laughing matter.”

“You’re just a big ol’ dummy dum!”

“Goodbye, childhood.”

“Love is real and it’s in your face!”

“Look into my eyes! Do you really think I’m a bad guy?”

“I must say, you’re a lot more evil than I remembered!”

“I ate a man alive tonight.”

pizza delivery girl

A/N: okay, so this idea strangely came to mind after I ordered pizza the other night and I HAD TO WRITE ABOUT IT. Also, I feel like I’ve seen a prompt like this floating around somewhere on tumblr but couldn’t find it. I hope its not too out of character for them– PLS FEEL FREE TO LET ME KNOW. I hope you guys haven’t gone anywhere! Enjoy :)
Pairing: Riley x Lucas
Words: 1,760 words

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The group of Zeta Psi boys sat around the living room with a few bottles beer, reminiscing over the party they had thrown the night before. It was as if they were a bunch of high school boys, going around the room going over who hooked up with which girl.

“Ahh, saint Lucas— what a surprise. You stayed to yourself last night?” Asher asked, smirking.

“Well I’m pretty sure it’s not mandatory for me to hook up with someone…” Lucas remarks, raising a brow at his frat brother.

“Asher is just jealous because Holly was ogling Lucas all night while she was with him,” Dylan points out before the group breaks out into laughter.

Asher scowls at Dylan, though he knows it’s all in fun. Which was probably what lead to their next move of immaturity. After they came to a consensus that they were all starving, they decided to order pizza. But apparently to order pizza, they thought it would be the funniest thing in the world if they made the pizza delivery boy say something stupid when he arrives.

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Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Originally posted by nestorquik

Request: Hey! I just wanted to request a story about the reader having the worst day, like so much worse than even getting struck by lighting-worse. Maybe into an accident and break a few bones? Team rushing over jus tin time as the ambulence’s arrive to take the reader away and they ride with them to the hospital, well, one of them, while the rest of the team follows in their cars. Sorry if this isn’t somethin you’re willing to write, btw

Summary: Fem!Reader just has a really long day. Much angst.

A/N: HEY GUYS! I’m baaack! Didya miss me? No? You didn’t even notice I was gone? Same. Anyway, hiatus is over (until finals week probably lol) and now I’m back to writing! I was so excited to post today that I accidentally woke up at 3am oops. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy this one! I had crazy writer’s block when I tried writing this one, took me the whole weekend while camping + Monday to finally finish this one smh Enjoy!

Wordcount: 887, meh not too shabby for my first post-hiatus fic

Warning: mention of blood, car accident, angst

Requests are closed for now, very sorry friends :(

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fanofallthingfun  asked:

(I've come off anon just so the taekook can happen omg what am I doing) Kookie I'm not Tae and I'm not an anon pls give Tae a chance you never know he might actually be really nice!

Jungkook: 1. That guy is a pyschopath, you could be Taehyung.

2. Taehyung = sin. 

I’ve just been tossed into probably the most difficult financial situation I’ve ever been in and one of the most emotionally difficult as well. It’s very very dumb, but I do need to do a rush of commissions. It would be more than I could hope for but I appreciate it very very much.

I’m working along on the backlog. If you reached out about anything - I am working on them, but I needed to post this as I just was told about stuff. Really really really really appreciate any sharing or grabbing the spots. IF you have a budget, contact me and I’ll see what I can do.

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Saudade: Ch8


To be completely honest, it had surprised you that Brendon never called again. Since you were with Josh at the café, he hadn’t even shot you a single text. Although you were partially glad, because yes, you had promised yourself that you would finally clear him from your head, another part of you was worried. What if something was wrong? What if something had happened to him? What if he was angry at you for some reason? You shouldn’t have really cared that much in the first place, but you did. So that’s why you decided to pull up to his house that day, no warning, no impure intentions in mind, and no other reason than to simply just check up on him, as a friend. When you knocked on the door, Brendon opened it up, a surprised look on his face. He looked like he had just gotten up out of bed, disheveled hair, wrinkled gray shirt, tight black jeans, and socks. Bogart and Penny were already racing towards the door and pawing at your legs excitedly, but Brendon looked pretty shocked. “Wow,” he gave a soft laugh, drinking in your presence. You didn’t mean to be over or under dressed, but after seeing Brendon, it was pretty obvious you were the more composed one of the two. You had your hair done up nicely with a casual blouse and a skirt, along with heels, which you wore purely for the fact that it made you feel confident and fancy. “You finally came around.”

“Finally?” you raised an eyebrow. “You never gave another text or call.”

“I thought you were busy,” he shrugged, opening the door further and letting you in. “You could’ve texted or called too, you know.”

“What are you up to?” you wondered, glancing at the living room. There was an open beer bottle, a paused video game on the television screen, and a half eaten bag of chips on the table.

“Taking a break from the studio,” he explained, letting you sit down beside him. “I just finished a new song and thought I deserved a day off. I was just playing a little bit of Outlast, settling down with a beer, grabbing a snack, usual shit. Uh, you want one?”

“A beer?” you questioned.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Take the edge off things.”

“What edge?” you inquired.

“I don’t know, you look a bit tense,” he pointed out. “Or maybe you’re just anxious to see me.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “Sure I’ll take a beer.”

“Knew you would,” he winked, getting up and heading to the kitchen. Bogart hopped up on the couch and settled in your lap, and you pet him softly, looking around and remembering everything that was Brendon’s house. The Sinatra painting, the way the sunlight filtered through the windows, the pool out in the backyard, the elegant yet laid back atmosphere. When Brendon came back with the beer he handed it to you and let you take a sip before easing into the couch, Bogart hopping off your lap and prancing towards the kitchen. Brendon cleared his throat. “So how’d the trip go?”

“Trip?” you wondered.

“To go see your boyfriend,” he reminded. “Josh, you know?”

“Oh yeah, yeah,” you snapped back to reality. “It was good.”

“How was the show?” he asked.

“Amazing,” you sighed. “Fuck it was like a party. Those two boys, they’re really talented. It’s great. I had a blast.”

“You should come to one of my shows sometime,” Brendon nudged. “I think you’d like it.”

“Why? Do you run around in a hamster ball too?” you joked.

“Nah, but I can do a pretty mean backflip,” he shrugged, taking a gulp of his beer.

“What? Now you’re trying to compete with Josh?” you eyed him strangely. “Come on, we all know that’s his thing.”

“Nah, pretty sure I’ve been doing it longer,” Brendon argued.

“Uh huh,” you drew out slowly.

“I was doing backflips in music videos before Josh was even dropped his first album,” he narrowed his eyes. “You know I’m right, y/n.”

“Oh shut up,” you laughed. “Well what else does your show have to offer?”

“Just come and see it for yourself,” he insisted.

“You’re not even on tour,” you pointed out.

“Well duh,” he chuckled. “But when I am. You should come to a show. Bring Josh even.”

“Yeah?” you wondered, surprised.

“Definitely,” Brendon nodded. “I can get you guys tickets. It would be a good time.”

“Okay,” you gave a small smile. “I’d like that.”

“So anyways,” he steered the conversation back to the original question he had in mind. “Did you have any fun with Josh?”

“Fun?” you raised your eyebrows. “You might need to elaborate on that.”

“Come on,” he narrowed his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“I really don’t,” you decided played dumb, nonchalantly taking a sip of your beer.

“Did you get any action?” he smiled slyly. “I mean, being away from each other that long, I’m sure you did.”

“Depends what you define as action,” you shrugged.

“Why are you playing innocent all of a sudden?” Brendon sighed. “Come on, I know how truly dirty and naughty you can be. Just tell me, baby.”

“Why do you want to know?” you retorted. “Why is it so important?”

“Because I want to make sure he’s treating you right,” he responded.

You blinked twice. “What?” That definitely wasn’t the answer you were expecting.

“I don’t doubt that he is, but I need to make sure,” Brendon insisted. “Did he fuck you right?”

“W-well we didn’t technically fuck,” you admitted, looking down at your heels.

“What?” he inquired.

“I mean, I uh, I don’t know,” your voice grew soft. “No, I guess by definition, we didn’t fuck.” You took a deep breath. “Look, it’s weird to talk about it like this.”

“It shouldn’t be,” he argued.

“Fine, if you want to know so bad, I gave him a blowjob and then we got interrupted and he ignored me, okay?” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “And then later he fingered me in the bathroom.”

“Woah, wait. He ignored you? After you just sucked him off like that?” Brendon looked a bit hurt.

“Shut up, it’s over now,” you rolled your eyes. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not fine,” he insisted. “He’s your boyfriend. He’s supposed to take care of you. You give him a blowjob, he’s supposed to eat you out for hours, make you cum three times in a row, make you feel pure bliss. Not shove you in a bathroom a couple hours later and finger you for a minute or two. Jesus Christ.”

“Why do you even care?” you challenged.

“Because,” Brendon sighed, setting down his beer and leaning in close to you. “I think he’s taking your gorgeous body for granted.”

“Yeah?” you wondered, raising an eyebrow and moving in even closer, lips barely touching his. “Why? What would you do if I was yours?”

“Kiss you,” he murmured, closing his eyes slowly before opening them up again to look right into yours. “Over and over again.”

“What else?” you whispered, your hands reaching up to cup his face.

“Fuck you right,” he added. “Make you feel so amazing.”

“Then show me,” you barely breathed before his lips landed on yours and you were kissing, your hands snaking underneath his shirt and pulling it up in handfuls and over his head, tossing it to the side. His hands moved to your chest to squeeze your breasts gently before unbuttoning your blouse, opening that up and sliding it down your arms before carefully laying you down on the couch and kissing your mouth, your neck, your chest. He was kissing down your stomach when he glanced up at you and chuckled softly.

“Miss me?” he smirked.

“Would you think for a second that I didn’t?” you shot back a naughty smile, and he looped his thumbs underneath your skirt, him pressing his lips to kiss right below your naval softly before tugging down your skirt and exposing your underwear. He slid them down your legs and helped you wiggle out of your heels, then set them on the coffee table before attacking you with kisses again. His lips traveled down your body before reaching in between your legs, him positioning your thighs around his head before delving his tongue into your folds, making you moan his name and tug at his hair. “Fuck Brendon that feels so amazing.”

“Mmm say my name like that babygirl,” he instructed. “God you taste so sweet.” His tongue swirled inside you, making your stomach do flips, your thighs tightening around his head, your head tilted back and mouth open, spilling out praises and curses and moans and sighs until you came.

“Oh holy fuck, daddy,” you moaned aloud as you orgasmed and he instantly froze. You gasped for air, then felt yourself tense at the realization. Brendon lifted his head from between your thighs, licking your juices off from his lips, then staring at you directly.

“What did you call me?” he asked deliberately slowly.

“I-I’m sorry I d-didn’t mean to, it just came out, I s-swear that- ” you began to stammer out but Brendon only climbed back up your body, his face leaning in close to yours.

“What did you call me?” he repeated, this time twice as slow. Your body was shaking and trembling at his words, the way his fingers curled around your shoulders, his intimidating eyes were piercing your gaze.

“Nothing,” you lied, eyes shying away from his and looking towards the side.

“Something,” he used one of his hands to tilt your chin up so you had to look him in the eyes. “Say it again.”

“What? Are you just trying to humiliate me?” you spat, annoyed.

“I heard what I heard,” Brendon argued, tightening his grip on your chin. “Now call me daddy again or else you’re going to get some punishments, sweetheart.”

“Why what are you going to do?” you gave a sly smile. You hesitated a moment before adding on what he had been dying to hear you say again. “Daddy?”

“Fuck,” he closed his eyes and drew his lip between his teeth. “I love that.”

“Do you now?” you wondered innocently, running your hands down his chest.

“God, do you call Josh that?” he asked, eyeing you curiously.

“No,” you shook your head, blushing. “I’ve never done that before, it just kind of happened.”

“Well don’t you stop,” Brendon smirked. “Because I fucking love it.”

“Yeah?” you prodded.

“Yeah, but just for me,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss you again and this time your hands slipped down to unbutton and unzip his jeans. He pulled out a condom from his back pocket and tore it open before you tugged the fabric down his legs and he kicked them off, letting you remove his boxers and let his erection spring free, handing you the condom and letting you roll it over his length, your hands stroking him softly before lining him up with your entrance, both of your ragged breaths the only noise within the moment of anticipation. When he sunk into you, you moaned loudly, your fingers clawing into his back, nails scratching his skin and head tilting up to gasp as he filled you up to the hilt. “God, I missed this beautiful tight little cunt so much. You feel fucking amazing, sweetheart.”

“Please,” you whined. “I want you to fuck me rough, daddy. Just how I like it.”

“Mmm that’s right, beg for it babygirl,” he insisted, refusing to move until you continued your pleads. You bucked your hips up but he took his hand and forcefully pushed it back into place, eyes glaring at you with warning to do as told.

“Goddammit, I need it,” you complained. “Please, I want to feel you move in and out of me. Fuck me hard and fast. I miss the way you would fuck me senseless until I was sore the next morning.”

A moment of silence passed as he finally came to the realization. “Josh doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?” Brendon smirked, starting to thrust in and out of you slowly. “What a shame.” You shook your head and he just chuckled softly, quickening up the pace and making moans spill out of your mouth. “That’s right, tell me how much you love my cock.”

“Fuck it feels so good, daddy,” you gasped, clinging onto his body as he thrust in and out.

“Cum for me baby,” he insisted. “Let me feel that gorgeous pussy of yours.”

“Holy fuck,” you gasped as your walls clenched around his cock, your body shaking as he came as well, drowning you in bliss, both of you riding out your orgasms. When he pulled out he kissed your lips before getting up, sliding off the condom and walking to the kitchen before coming back, laying back down beside you and wrapping you in his arms so that you were laying on top of him, your arms wrapped around his neck. Several moments of silence passed before he decided to finally talk.

“So uh, if I asked a question, could you answer it truthfully for me, y/n?” Brendon wondered.

“Yeah of course,” you sighed, snuggling up closer towards him and laying your head in the crook of his neck.

A second of quietness settled in the air before he decided to state the question. “Who fucks you better?” he asked casually. “Me or Josh?”

You swallowed uncomfortably, biting down on your lower lip. It was obvious, he shouldn’t even be asking this question. “You,” you barely whispered.

“Okay,” he mumbled, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before closing his eyes, smug smile on his face displaying his satisfaction with your response. “I was just wondering.”

2

i spent a really long time on this dumb messy doodle of peacock and now i have to post it because it took me 5 million years so here

also with lots of editing so it doesnt look as dumb + mega contrast edit bc i was listening to da’s batim song lmao

i love this kid you guys dont even know

(its 4 am and i dont wanna go to sleep)

Isak + the Boys fic

Title: What were you afraid of?

Summary: Isak and the boys have a talk about the amazing-ness that is Evak and Isak’s sexuality. (this story is also posted on my ao3: briennejamie)


“I don’t actually believe that’s possible.”

Magnus, Mahdi, Jonas, and Isak were sitting on the floor of Jonas’s living room surrounded by snack food and beer cans while Star Wars: A New Hope played on the T.V. as background noise. As usual, Mahdi and Magnus were having a “friendly” argument about something stupid while Jonas and Isak enjoyed the free entertainment. 

“Or, maybe, it is possible, and you’re just dumb,” Mahdi joked. Isak and Jonas laughed while Magnus gasped, putting a hand to his chest, in mock offense.

“Dumb? Me? Excuse me, I am well fucking versed in- you know- tons of shit. Intelligent shit. You’re just mad because I’m right,” Magnus spat. Jonas and Isak continued to lose their shit laughing. Mahdi just shook his head.

“I can’t believe you bro,” he said, giving up on trying to convince Magnus of anything. The guy was really stubborn about certain things. 

“All right, all right,” Jonas interrupted, hoping to prevent any more bickering, “Let’s just talk about something else, yeah? Like, school or girls or some shit. Anything but this,” he laughed. 

“Fine. I’ve got something then, how’s Evak?” Magnus decided on. Isak looked up in surprise, as suddenly the attention was on him. 

Isak laughed a little. “Uh, good. It’s good. Great, actually,” he said, nodding his head. Magnus immediately smiled, Mahdi nodded contently, while Jonas just looked at him.

“So, all of that shit, with his girlfriend, the bipolar disorder, and all of that, that’s done?” Jonas asked. Isak could see his best friend’s concern. He knew that ever since the beginning of Isak and Even’s relationship Jonas has been worried about him. He saw it in Jonas’s eyes when the boys first met Even, and he saw it during Christmas in the way Jonas looked between the two of them hesitantly. Jonas just wanted to make sure Isak was okay, he always wanted that.

“Yeah, that’s all done. Sonja’s out of the picture, and we’ve talked about his bipolar disorder and everything so it’s chill.” Jonas nodded his head at Isak’s words, contented.

“So,” Mahdi began after a beat of silence, “do you like, love him or whatever?” he asked. 

Isak was surprised that it was Mahdi who asked him of this, he always seemed the most uninterested in Even and Isak’s relationship. But maybe he just didn’t like to pry.

Isak licked his lips. “Yeah, yeah I do,” he nodded. Mahdi smiled at him.

Magnus looked ecstatic. “Oh, my god, honestly, Evak forever,” he exclaimed, his voice raised up the octave tripping over the word “evak”. The boys laughed at his enthusiasm. 

“Yeah, man, you know, he’s just amazing,” Isak continued. “Like, I honestly never thought that I would meet someone, especially someone as great as him.”

Magnus raised his eyebrow. “Why not, bro? You managed to get every chick you set your sights on before. Why did you think that you’d never meet someone?”

His curiosity was genuine. For once, Isak felt like he could talk about this kind of stuff. Before, he’d have shied away from any question remotely personal, except with Jonas. Now, he knew that these were the guys that would stick by him through any shit he could lay down.

“With girls… with girls it didn’t matter. I didn’t give a shit if I fucked up, if they rejected me or whatever. Like, I never thought that I’d ever actually date another dude despite being, you know- gay.” Isak looked up from his hands, feeling vaguely uncomfortable with the eyes of his friends on him.

Jonas was lightly nodding his head, Isak could see that he understood. 

Magnus didn’t. “Wait, so you were just gonna like, keep dating girls and shit, and just, I don’t know, eventually marry some girl even though you’re gay?” Isak would almost be offended if Magnus didn’t sound so confused and concerned.

“I don’t know if I would have actually made it that far. But yeah, that was my plan,” Isak admitted. 

“You know that being gay isn’t a bad thing, right?” Mahdi asked, letting his worry slip through. 

“I know.” Isak let himself smirk a bit when saying this. It felt strange looking back on everything, on every idiotic expectation he set for himself, every stereotype he tried so hard to fight against becoming. It all seemed so far away.

“So… what were you afraid of?”

Isak turned to his best friend, who, of course, asked the only question that really mattered.

“I guess I just didn’t want to be some stereotype. I didn’t want people to look at me differently, think about me differently, talk about me behind my back. I didn’t want all the weird expectations that come with being gay. I didn’t want my parents to hate me, because I can never be all the things they used to talk about. I especially didn’t want you guys to treat me differently, to think that you couldn’t talk about girls just cause I couldn’t give less of a shit, to think that I wasn’t worth your time.”

After a long pause, Mahdi was again the first to speak. “Well, I don’t know about all that other shit. But with us, you’re chill. You don’t have to worry about any of that shit.” 

Isak nodded. “I know that. At least, now I do. I never really thought you guys would hate me or some shit, I was just too far into my own head about all of it.”

The boys all made their little indications of understanding. Jonas was even smiling a bit.

“Cool bro, as long as you know you can come to us about this shit,” Jonas said.

Isak nodded. “Of course.”

“Okay,” Magnus interrupted, “time for the real question.” The boys couldn’t hide their amusement as they looked at their overly excited friend.

“Oh, yeah? And what would that be,” Isak asked, snark slipping into his tone.

Magnus took a breath in preparation. “Who’s hotter: Ryan Gosling or Ryan Reynolds?”

Mahdi and Jonas couldn’t help but laugh, quite loudly for that matter. Isak nodded his head slowly, putting his overly exaggerated contemplating face on.

“Hmm… Ryan Gosling, hands down,” Isak decided, laughing when he saw Mahdi’s incredulous expression.

“What! C’mon man, Ryan Reynolds is way better than Ryan Gosling,” Mahdi exclaimed.

“I thought I was the gay one here,” Isak joked. The laughing in the room intensified, Jonas was even bent over holding his abdomen.

“Yeah, but like, compared to Ryan Gosling, Ryan Reynolds is clearly the superior choice,” Mahdi reasoned. Isak smiled, the image of his blonde dork of a boyfriend flashing into his mind.

“I have a type, I guess.”

RIGHT, so as I know it, there’s a rather incorrect view of who Robin Hood was and what Robin Hood did. Which is nobody’s fault, because if you spend the last century (aye, century) pushing the Merry Good Bandit in kids’ media, of course perception of the man will change. Which is amazing, because now I get to tell you, with my usual extreme pleasure and joy, some stuff about Robin Hood: The Original Mythos. So strap up, get comfy, and get ready to hear today’s tale about how Robin Hood makes friends just like in the shonen animes of the 80s and early 90s: Fighting them to the death riverside.

We already discussed how Robin Hood became an outlaw because he killed half of Nottingham in a failed stealth section after getting denied some cash he won in a bet. We are going to skip the parts were he starts building his murderous mass of Merry Men, not forgetting to mention that they live in a mansion (”give to the poor” my ASS) in a forest and that Robin Hood cannot whistle so he has a big curved horn with him at all times, which, if blown 3 times, signals the “OH SHIT LADS” alarm and all bandits go help him. We are going directly to how he met and made allies with his famous friend, Little John.

OK SO, one time, Robin Hood had nothing to do. Roads were empty, the lads were still hung over from last night, no commotion was happening in Nottingham, it was a lazy Sunday. The problem with this is that Robin DOES NOT LIKE LAZY SUNDAYS and also that he’s a PSYCHOPATH-SLASH-OUTLAW, so his boredom puts us all at peril. Robin gets all up in a fuss and yells “THIS SUCKS I AM BORED I AM GOING TO LOOK FOR TROUBLE”, which he does, and what do you know, it’s not three damn steps out of his Murder Mansion when he runs into trouble, because if there’s something Robin’s really good at, aside from shooting sharpened death stick out of that catapult he calls a bow, is getting himself knee deep into shit by circumstance. Luck: E-

There’s this river, see, and the only thing that leads to the other side is a log. Robin wants to Get There, so he starts walking on the log, when he suddenly bumps into a wall. A wall of muscle and fear, I mean, because right in front of him, midways through, stood a giant of a man, 7 feet of hospital-filling brawn, which calls Robin’s archer eyes into question, because how do you NOT SEE a 7 feet tall monster truck made into a person in a thin fucking log. How does he even land his arrows. I retract my previous statement, he has Luck: EX.

So they are at an IMPASSE because neither can cross now. “HEY THERE fella” asked Robin. “D’you mind stepping back to the other end so I can cross?”. “I most definitely do mind, as a matter of fact” replied the beefmountain, speaking in Muscle dialect, which is when you flex your pecs and biceps in just the right way to make comprehensible English words. “Why, that’s just wonderful!” declared an ecstatic Robin. “I get to shoot you now, thanks!” because, please remember, Robin Hood is a psychopath.

But before Hoodie could nock an arrow, a big BZZZZZZZT horn stopped him. “WOAH WOAH woah man, really? Bow and arrow? Under THESE circumstances? I am in a THIN LOG and you are going to give me the Porcupine Experience with a longbow from like 4 steps away? Sounds like… And don’t take this the wrong way… Like a PUSSY thing to do, my dude.”

So Robin, who is mostly a brutish outlaw but not that dumb, realizes that if he shoots the guy here, his reputation will go to hell. You can’t have that, since PR is pretty important when you are ambiguously good. Or maybe he just didn’t like getting called a pussy. Probably the latter, the thing is, Robin says “FINE MOM” and puts the bow down, head back to his side of the log bridge, outright jumps in the shrubbery, and produces this big ass stick, since oak was aplenty in that forest and, if you have had a full and colorful childhood like me, you know oak branches hurt like a fornicators of female parental figures when used as bludgeoning utensils. The huge man, whose name was John Little, headed back to his own side of the bridge and also produced a big ass stick of his own.

Now, I want to make a very important pause here: Robin headed back. His whole purpose of prodding this giant’s ribs was because he didn’t want to head back. But he did. To accomplish his purpose of not heading back, he headed back. To fulfill his mission, he failed the mission. Do you see what I am trying to say here? MYTHOLOGY. Now, John had the perfect opportunity to, y’know, cross while Robin was playing Twister with the bushes to find his stick. John, instead, went and fetched his own stick. Why? Because John sure as hell won’t pass the luxurious opportunity to beat a tiny man to death with a club. Bottomline: Everyone in 1400s England was a dangerous psychopath.

So they are READY to play American Gladiators on nature’s own tightrope, and the showdown BEGINS. And by “BEGINS” I mean “ENDS IMMEDIATELY” because it takes John “The Undertaker” Little like 4 seconds to straight up fracture Robin Hood’s skull with his 7 feet tall muscles and send him right into the river and almost the afterlife. So John’s feeling pretty good about himself when Robin resurfaces, smiling. “What the wtf are you laughing about, mate, I CRACKED YOUR SKULL open, that’s usually not very funny for the recipient” and Robin is just like slapping his knee with childlike glee, looking up at the man. “Aw man, see, you just bashed my skull in, so there’s sixty-odd VERY PISSED outlaws in that forest right there just waiting for me to give the signal to eradicate you from this world to the atomic level by sheer number of arrows that are about to hit every part of your existence.”

John’s no longer too pleased about himself.

One of the Murderous Merry Men shouted at that point. “HEY BRO SO DO WE ATOMIZE HIM NOW OR WHEN HE STARTS RUNNING”. But Robin, see, part of Robin’s romance is that he is an unpredictable swashbuckler. “NEITHER, MY FRIEND” he yells back, and faces the uncomfortable Huge Little. 

“Hey man, I love men that can give me concussions. I’m Robin Hood, those are my bandits, we get drunk and then we rob people on the roads, wanna come and beat the crap out of people with me?”

And John’s like “YOU DON’T HAVE TO ASK TWICE”

So Robin, the creative psychopath, looked at him and christened John Little as Little John, reborn as a concussion-making machine, outlaw, and friend. Afterwards, it turns out John is also ridiculously good with the bow and arrow, around Robin’s level. Thus a beautiful bromance (and I kid not when I say there’s tons of subtext) is born.

The real moral of this story is to remind us of how human nature works: If someone can fracture your skull, you probably want them on your side. See: Gilgamesh and Enkidu, Robin Hood and Little John, Gawain and Lancelot, Goku and Piccolo, etc.

Writing prompts

1. “At least you weren’t stabbed, because hello, I am bleeding.”

2. “Why on earth are you wearing that?”

3. “Put me down!”

4. “Leave me the fuck alone”

5. “You’re drunk, but I am not.”

6. “I swear to god, look at me”

7. “What did you just do?!”

8. “Stop filming me, moron!”

9. “It was all me, by the way.”

10. “I may have mildly panicked…”

11. “You are actually really badass”

12. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

13. “Do you still love me…?”

14. “It’s do or die, most likely die.”

15. “How could you ever hurt me like that?”

16. “Can someone shoot him?”

17. “Who’s is the cute guy/girl over there?”

18. “I am sorry okay! What else you want me to say?”

19. “She’s/He’s injured?”

20. “In what fucking hospital is he/she?!”

21. “I don’t know about you guys, but I feel fabulous.”

22. “Can I help you?”

23. “Be gentle.”

24. “I love you”

25. “What happened to your arm?”

26. “I have a headache.”

27. “Seven fucking years, and that’s all you have to say!”

28. “Was loving me a joke?”

29. “5 more minutes.”

30. “Don’t be mad, but I bought a cat.”

31. “Like, what if I did love you?”

32. “You didn’t do the dishes, I’m not doing you.”

33. “I’m not drunk, I s-swear.”

34. “Help me pack or get out. You’re in the way.”

35. “How can you watch a scary movie without being scared?!”

36. “If you get arrested, I don’t know you.”

37. “So, I’ve been thinking.”

38. “I was supposed to die you dumb ass!” 

39. “You looked at me differently.”

40. “I’m not pregnant”

41.  “The stars are pretty tonight, aren’t they?”

42. “Oh c'mon you would have murdered that guy too.”

43. “I thought you were dead!” 

44. “You? You know how to shoot a gun?” 

45. “Hold up- just stop- just- what are you actually doing? It’s 2 AM!”

46. “You just kissed me.” 

47. “I’ve been in love with you since, like, forever. I thought you knew.”

48. “I literally told you.”

49. “Was the glitter really necessary?”

50. “You left me there. Alone.”

Cheesecake Shirt

The last time Niall dated was back in high school but that was years ago when everything was simpler.Now he’s dating again and it feels like a brand new experience because all the things he knew about dating felt obsolete.

Niall remembers his date from hell with a girl Louis set him up with a few weeks ago.The girl,Megara, waltzed in the restaurant,to the back of the room for privacy reasosn, a few minutes late in a blue velvet dress that was clinging to her body and a pair a undeniably painful transparent heels.

The conversation was flowing fairly well throughout the wining and dining and Niall was having a good time until the waiter brought out the desert and Megara asked ,in her thick New Jersey accent, am I your bae or nah?The waiter was still setting the plates in front of them and Niall briefly caught the jump of his eyebrows the smallest trace of a shock on the young man’s face.Megara was straight backed in her chair,one hand holding the stem of her wine goblet.Her voice seemed so casual like the question was just off the top of her head but her eyebrow was was rapidly rising to touch her hairline said something differently.

Now,Liam educated Niall well enough for him to know that bae means shit so obviously Niall said no.Plain and simple then reclined coolly in his chair.The poor girl in front of him stared at him with her mouth wide open and eyes blown wide ,momentarily reminding Niall of a goldfish.Recovering,she smiled darkly,eyes narrowed like a leopard’s when angry.She pressed the bowl of the wine glass to her cheek before laughing lowly.Niall chuckled nervously before starting to ask what was wrong.The following series of events went by in a haze and Niall had no time to dodge the slice of cheesecake that was coming his way.

 Megara burst into a fit of anger before leaving in a huff,heels clacking against the flooring and muttering that Niall was a fuckboy.

Driving home,Niall was confused even more so when Harry came over the next morning to hear about the date.

“She asked you what?”,Harry asked ,his head turning to watch Niall, voice higher at the end and his face scrunched up in confusion.

“She asked if she was my bae,”,Niall said trailing off.

They were out on Niall’s back porch,the sound of the mid morning birds chirping and leaves rustling in the breeze.They were leaning against the railing on the elbows, drinks in hand.Harry head retracted to meet his neck giving him a double chin and his eyes looked bewildered while he mouthed the word bae. “Then when I said no she threw her cheesecake in m'face,”,Niall continued. Harry was serious for a second before giggling.In a moment’s glance he was hunched over the railing laughing his lungs out when he heard Niall got cheesecake in his face.

“Oh ho!You got cheesecake in yo face-”,Harry rushed out,voice coated in giggles but was cut off my his own bout of hyena-like laughter.

Niall rolled his eyes and looked away from his curly haired friend,cheeks and ears burning a scarlet red.Harry laughed and sputtered before coughing and heaving with tears at the corners of his eyes before the laughter picked back up again.When it died down to giggling then he composed himself,clearing his throat and wiping away his tears with his ringed fingers,leaning on the railing.

“Niall,she means before anyone else…you know bae,”Harry said,”It’s a term girls like to hear guys say to them.”

Niall looked dumbfounded,”How tha bleddy hell was I s’ppose t’know that?”

Harry draped a loose arm around Niall’s shoulder,”Niall,calm down mate,I’ll enlighten you..but first hit me with that cheesecake story again…oh-aha hit me!’’

As Harry goes over some phrases and terms Niall thinks of himself as a bit silly for letting himself become so rusty in the dating department but can you blame him?His job keeps his schedule packed and when he wasn’t working,bet your ass he was sleeping or watching a series on Netflix and that regime didn’t allow much free time to brush up on his knowledge of the dating world.

The second date was planned badly because Niall did a half-assed job of absorbing some of Harry’s teaching and the girl was glued to her phone the entire time.Niall stayed 30 minutes,(trying to engage her in conversation but she wasn’t interested in it) before going to a Burger King to get dinner for himself instead.

He and the boys laugh about it over some beers and Niall feels a lot better after he talked to them even though it was embarrasing.They give him some pointers and some terms the “hip youngsters” use and set him up on another date.This time it’s with one of Liam’s friends ,y/n.

When Niall enters the posh restaurant he’s buzzing with energy and confidence because this is the face of a man who knows what he’s doing.Harry leant him a white button up but the light wash jeans and shoes are both Niall’s.

Somewhere between him striding across the hardwood floor to the table his confidence fizzled out and his eloquence was gone with the wind.Maybe it was when he saw you and how beautiful y/n looked under the soft golden lighting,hair down and cascading around her shoulders like waves.You stood and shook his hand,a pleasant smile on your face before smoothing out her mossy green t-shirt dress to sit again.

Louis said to start conversation with a joke but did y/n get the joke?Does she not like llamas?Was that one of Harry’s jokes?Shit please don’t think I’m not funny… or crazy.Niall’s already nervous and now he’s overthinking everything.

y/n asked about sports Niall is interested in and he starts saying things like Neymar’s hairstyles are goals and you know they are but why say ‘goals’ there?

Y/n says she loves Beyonce because Queen Bey encourages positivity in people and he says Beyonce slays.

Y/n’s confused because Liam talked about him in such high esteem,why was he being so shallow?

Niall’s tapping his foot anxiously because he wants nothing more than to crawl into bed and watch Game of Thrones now.He’s already shamed himself enough.This isn’t like Niall it’s like an idiot using all these dumb references.It may have worked for the other guys but not for him.

“Niall,are you ok?You..you’ve been acting off all evening,”,y/n asks eyebrow arched perfectly in question,pink luscious lips slightly pouted.

“Yeah,never been better…am I you’re bae or nah,y/n?”

She looks up at him with a bitch really look on her face because did he really just ask that?

Niall is grateful they haven’t ordered desert yet and there’s nothing to ruin this shirt because it’s Harry’s and he needs to return it clean.

“You do realise bae means crap right?”

Niall is red with embarrassment and wants to shrivel up and cry and hide under the table.

“Be real with me here,why have you been saying all these things?You sound like a teenager.”

Niall tells her everything.Every cringy detail about the past two dates and the boys ‘helping’ him with his dating.You don’t laugh you just smile and sigh.

“Can I tell you a secret?”,you ask.

“Sure.”

“If it were up to me,I would have happily eaten a box or two of pizza with you or some jello no bake cheesecake because this joint is far too fancy for my liking,”you say scrunching up your nose at the silky red table cloth,chandelier and the waiters buzzing around.

Niall laughs whole heartedly,smiling a toothy grin.

“If we’re still being real,I’d be wearing sweat pants too because God knows I can’t dress myself,”,you continue.

“But you look so pretty…I don’t get it,”,Niall says shocked because you look stunning even in this simple outfit.

“Oh my friends dressed me and did this make-up,“,she says smiling and waving a dismissive hand,“everytime I try to do that winged eye thingy I poke myself in the eyeball,I don’t know how though,“she laughs at herself and Niall laughs along with her.

“Harry dressed me tonight in one of his shirts.I,personally, would have liked to wear my grey jumper and be all cozy,”

You gasp and nod in quick succession,“Sameee,but my friends told me the restaurant is too fancy for that,”

It’s half past nine when you leave the restaurant with Niall and he waits with you for a taxi.It’s late and you’re wearing heels that are waging war against the soles of your feet so you strip yourself of them and surrender.Niall’s holding your heels now and you’re wiggling your toes happily against the cold concrete.Niall’s just standing there listening to the sound of the car horns while trying not to look like a creep when he’s inhaling your strawberry scented shampoo.Out of the blue you wrap his free arm around your waist and he blushes but you smile contently,feeling little sparks go off where his hand lay and squeezed the skin the softly.

You pass the time playing I spy and talking about football but your cab pulls up and you have to go.You kiss him goodbye and slip him your phone number telling him to call you tonight.Niall nods and you take your shoes from him,clambering into the back of the cab.

Niall sighs happily and when he gets home he calls you making sure you got home safe before he gets into bed,smiling into his pillow before drifting off to sleep.

The thought struck him late that night and wakes him from his slumber.He’s a hopeless romantic but that doesn’t mean he’s useless.In the new fangled days of relationships he may not know everything but he knows he’s a true gentleman…and the owner of a cheesecake stained shirt.

Until  Dawn sentence starters
  • “ Well it’s definitely creepy down here. “ 
  • “ I feel like someone’s watching us.”
  • “Did you see it?”
  • “You were looking at your phone, you dip! What are you tweeting!? Hashtag there’s a freaking ghost after us?!”
  • “Should have paid more attention in climbing class”
  • “You mean gym?”
  • “Can’t we all just get along?”
    “No… you’re not real! No… you’re not…" 
  • "Oooh! Sleepover! C-can we order pizza?”
  • “Hook, line, and sinker for every little stinker!" 
  • "Get BACK! Stay the hell away from me!”
  • “We’re freezing our buns off out here." 
  • "Whoa, easy there cowboy.”
  • “No need for violence, “
  • “"Come on guys, we’re all friends here, right? “
  • “I am such an idiot, I was so dumb.”
  • “Nice shootin’ tex. “
  • “You guys are jerks, you know that?”
  • “Famous last words.”
  • “This is all getting really out of hand, okay?”
  • “He saved my life. And I watched him die.”
  • "Why did ya hit her man?! Why’d you have to fucking hit her?!" 
  • "If these things… Wendigos… are, or, were human… do they still have some aspect of humanity in them?”
  • “I didn’t really figure you for the glass half empty type." 
  • "That bitch is on crack or something.”
  • “Why do you hate my jacket?" 
  • “No, no, no, no. LIVE AND LEARN!”
  • “ Jesus hot sauce christmas cake”
  • “Go suck an egg! “
  • “Well actually the towel didn’t turn out to be the best outfit for fighting killer maniacs”
  • “I’m going to murder their fucking face off.”
  • “I MADE you believe in the world I created and I showed you parts of yourself you were to afraid to visit-”
  • “fuck nuggets”
  • “ I had it under control. Hundred percent. Hundred and ten. “
  • “They don’t like fire.” 
  • “/I/ don’t like fire!”
  • “Let’s party like we’re fucking porn stars! “
  • “The past is beyond our control.”

an intellect & a werewolf ; colloquy

series summary: based on this quote i saw a long time back that goes like “never ever dumb yourself down just for a guy.” basically about embracing being an intellectual. also was listening to ed sheeran and am mellowed down from a good night and felt ✨inspirational

part summary: where they have their first interaction with each other. 

pairing: isaac lahey x reader

warnings: uhhh underage drinking?? idk

a/n: finALLY THE FIRST PART!!! it won’t be a super long series probably will be a ¾/5 part series,really depends on how i plan the next few parts :-) i hope y’all enjoy this!!!


Isaac couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment he fell in love with you,you’ve seen each other around school a few times,exchanged a few smiles but never really spoke to each other.

There was this party coming up and Isaac saw it as a perfect chance to actually talk to you,not actually knowing if you were gonna turn up. You weren’t exactly the type to go to parties but he has seen you at one or two of them. Still,he hopes for the best.

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CP 14 Days of Love #12: Ladies’ Day (e.g. the haus ghosts, lardo, camilla, march, april, georgia, alicia, suzanne, etc)

Day 12 of @softkent‘s Valentine’s Day Fic-A-Thon

Alicia Carlson was staring sadly out a floor to ceiling window into the very snowy night on February 13th. And if she was also maybe sighing sadly, well no one had to know. The scene outside the Syracuse international airport was…not pretty. The flakes were quarter sized and coming down fast, they had been all day. Her plane, and really every plane, had been grounded indefinitely. She wasn’t going to make her date. Alicia leaned her forehead against the cold window. She REALLY liked this guy. God knows why, but she did. He was big and lumbering and seemed kinda dumb. But then you got him alone and you realized that exactly none of those things were true.  

Oh well, nothing for it but to call him. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too disappointed.

Alicia turned to look for a payphone.

She called the hotel that she knew his team was using, asked for his room.

“Alicia! Mon cher, are you nervous about your flight?”

Alicia laughed under her breath. “No Bob, although next time I am I’ll remember to call you for a pep talk. Actually I’m calling to apologize. The snow is too bad, we’ve been told we won’t be able to take off for at least 24-48 hours, and that’s if the snow stops within the next six. I’m so sorry Bobby, you know I wanted to be there.”

Alicia heard a pause. And then, “Well that’s alright we’ll just have to reschedule. What are they doing for you tonight, is there a hotel that they’re putting you up at?”

“No, there’s one attached to the airport but it’s booked solid, they’re trying to find some place to send us but well it’s Valentines and a snowstorm, they don’t seem to be having much luck.”

“Oh well, that’s unfortunate, I know they’re doing their best though. Call me when you get to a hotel eh darling? I have to go, it’s rather urgent. We’ll find another day to make it up promise!  I’ll talk to you later Alicia!”

She barely had time to say goodbye before the line went dead. That was odd, and, and rushed. It made her stomach curl sadly. It was always hard to keep relationships going. She was constantly on the move and often times her plans changed with a moment’s notice. It wasn’t terribly conducive to gaining trust and making things last. Plus, well, she was a model. Most men, at one point or another gave in to the idea that she was too pretty and that no one could resist her so she had to be cheating. It never occurred to them that SHE might be the one able to say no. And yes, she’d tried dating girls but…outside the arts it was so very frowned upon, she couldn’t take the chance that she’d be caught or worse that they’d be caught. Anyway, it looked like this might be a sticking point for Bob.

Alicia had really been looking forward to the next few days. Bobby and his team, the Montreal Canadiens were set to play the Ottawa Senators on the 15th. She was scheduled to go and watch from a private box. She loved watching him play. And the way the rest of the boys looked up to him. It was like watching poetry on ice, even if she wasn’t terribly fond of all the bruises he walked away from the ice with, though the bruises he gave out, they were another story.  

Well. Nothing to be done about it now. All she could do was wait and hope that she made it out for the game, at the very least hope that they found her a hotel room and soon. They had returned the checked bags to the passengers when it became clear that hotels were going to be needed so at least she had all of her clothes and such. Alicia wandered over to the closest terminal and sat down in the wildly uncomfortable chairs. She did have a book that she had been meaning to finish. No time like the present and all that.


“ALICIA CARLSON TO GATE NUMBER 1754. REPEAT, PASSENGER ALICIA CARLSON TO GATE NUMBER 1754. THANK YOU”

Alicia’s head jerked up at the sound of her name over the loudspeaker. She glanced at her watch. It had been maybe four-ish hours since she sat down.  She’d gotten almost halfway through her book when she determined that she was too tired to continue and had made a pillow out of her outerwear and started dozing, as if she could actually fall asleep on these uncomfortable chairs. Alicia shook herself and gathered her things. They must have found a hotel for her. This was apparently a perk of being a semi famous actress, that’s the only reason they’d call her individually by name. Alicia spared half a moment to feel guilty that she’d gotten special treatment and then her back started to protest her uncomfortable nap and the guilt went out the window.

“Hello, I’m Alicia Carlson. You called my name? Over the intercom?”

“Yes, Miss Carlson, please make your way to the check in at the front of the airport. They have the information for your hotel there. Thank you for flying with us, ma’am.”

“Thank you so much, I just need to go that way?” Alicia gestured.

“Yes ma’am, just follow back the way you came.”

Alicia gathered her things and tried to look a little less like she’d slept half the night in an airport chair and took off down the hall. All she could think of was the warm bed waiting for her at the end of this mildly hellish night. She was going to order the worst possible thing from the room service menu and follow it up with both cheesecake and the most chocolatey chocolate cake available. Today. Had sucked.

She stopped at checking and asked where they needed her to be. She was told to simply take her bags and go out the front door. There should be a chauffeur holding a sign with her name on it. You can’t miss him they said.

Alicia bundled up and headed out into the snow, very glad that she had been heading north ANYWAY so all her cold weather gear was with her. Winter hat on and heavy duty mittened, she headed out the doors.

She looked around.

There was only one car in site.

If you could call it a car. It looked like a pretty intense SUV. Those tires…did those tires have CHAINS on them?

And the man in front of the car, he was holding a sign, hand lettered. But it didn’t say Alicia Carlson.

‘Mon Cher’ in big letters.

The man lowered the sign so that she could see his face.

When their combined body weight hit the car, it didn’t even rock.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? YOU HAVE A GAME IN TWO DAYS YOU STUPID MAN. IT’S THE MIDDLE OF A BLIZZARD. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”

Alicia was embarrassed to find that she was crying.

“It was only three hours by car, and no one is on the roads, I grew up in Canada Alicia, I know how to drive in worse snow than this. Did you think I would let snow stop me from seeing you for Valentines? Did you think I’d let it stop me from getting you someplace warm and dry and comfortable for the night? You couldn’t fly to me, so I came to you dearest. It only makes sense,” Bob murmured into the warmth of her hair, his breath tickling her ear.

“Come on, lets get your things in the car, I brought flowers and travel snacks, I even have some hot chocolate for the ride.”

Alicia chuckled wetly, “Pragmatic and romantic.  What a catch.”

Bobby winked at her.


The drive was long but didn’t seem it. The hotel was a dream but they didn’t notice it. The reservations the next night were incredibly romantic but they hardly needed it. And game against the Senators was a triumphant win but that was barely a footnote.

Everything worked out just like it needed to.

And what a story it was (every year) for the grandchildren.

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Tama Tonga x Reader

Sorry that it’s kinda short… and probably OOC

Requested by @calwitch

Prompt: You look at this picture and can’t help to think of how good looking he is. Oh! Maybe have the reader shy around him?

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Taglist: @oreillyskyle @amaranthine-reign

Originally posted by niazha16

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. He looked just too perfect.His long black curly hair was neatly put into a low bun, a smug smile on his face and his arms delicatly emphasized in his black bullet club muscle shirt. I really had to thank the photographer for this image if I could get the chance. I was looking at this photo for days now and I still had to keep checking if I was drooling all over the place. Tama just did things to me.. and it didn’t help that I saw him practically every damn day.


I was good friends with Kenny and the Bucks and since they joined the Bullet Club I had the joy to be around all these beautiful and talented man. I still remember the exact moment I saw him the first time. Long untamed hair, his face painted. It took my breath away. The first time I saw him I really made a fool out of myself. I giggled at things that weren’t funny and as the cherry on top, I tripped over a chair and fell right before his feet. He helped me up with his ever smug smile and adviced me to be more careful.

This was more than 3years ago and I still wasn’t used to his presence. Everytime he tried and talked to me I just hum and hawed and made inapropiate comments. I hated myself for this… I behaved like a little love drunk teenage girl iover and over again. I was suprised that he still came up to me unsolicited and always asked me how I was and if I had anything new to report.

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Remus Lupin X Reader - Stressed

You curled up on the couch, crying your eyes out. Your friends ditched you at Hogsmeade, you had several tests coming up, and you were doing horribly in several classes.

 You were alone in the Gryffindor common room, at least until you heard steps on the stairs. You could hear laughter stopping and sudden silence came after it.

 You tried to calm yourself down, when you felt someone plop down onto the couch next to you. A hand began rubbing circular motions on your back and you heard a hushed whisper, “Leave her to me,” 

 You didn’t recognise the voice,  but then again you weren’t a book character. The boy put his arm around you and pulled you close to him. “Hush it’s okay darling, what’s wrong?” he asked you.

Tears began to leak back out of your eyes and down your already wet cheeks. “N-nothing… W-well it’s everything. I got left at the Leaky Cauldron by my friends and there are so many tests I need to study for and I’m failing so many classes. I’m just really really dumb and stupid. I can’t even recognise you and I don’t want to look up and for you to see my ugly face. I don’t even know why you’re bothering to comfort me,” 

 "(Y/N) you’re not dumb and believe me, any guy would be lucky to have you. Don’t worry if you can’t recognise my voice, I’d prefer if you don’t know who I am honestly because you’d hate me,“

 You looked up, wanting to tell the boy you didn’t hate him, but stopped, absolutely speechless. Your crush Remus Lupin was holding you close to him, and comforting you. He drew his arm away, saying sadly, “See I knew you’d hate me,” 

 You quickly wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, “N-no,  I don’t hate you, no, I love you, I-I mean I like you, you’re a great guy..” you trailed off, covering your red face with your hands.

 Remus began to laugh and he just hugged you closer to him. You tried to pull away but he paralysed you with a soft kiss on the lips.

“Don’t get too stressed ‘kay? I’ll help you, after all you have a genius for a boyfriend,”
“B-boyfriend?!”
“Shit, oh well. I guess you can tell I love you and you love me so,
(Y/N) will you be my girlfriend, my one and only?”
You giggled, “Yes of course, forever and ever,”

So this is a silly fic brought to you by that recent post about The Truth about Florists, and a little bit by that other floristry post from a few months ago. And when I’m not on mobile and it’s not past one in the morning, I will link those. If I can find them again.

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It’s the end of a long day, and Derek is putting the last of the display flowers in the fridge as the front door bangs open. He frowns; he’s technically closed the shop, but he mustn’t have latched the door yet.

A young man leans on the newly cleaned glass counter. He’s out of breath and a little pink in the face, like he’d run down the whole street, though the color in his cheeks could just be from the cold outside. Fall has come late this year.

The guy’s hands will be streaking the glass. Derek’ll have to wipe it down again when he’s gone. But, his inner Laura reminds him, customer.

“How do you say ‘fuck you’ in flowers,” gasps the man.

Derek’s brows draw together, like a little conference of perplexity above his nose.

“Well,” he says, thinking it out, “I guess you could order white lilies. You know, like for a funeral. Like ‘I wish you were dead’.”

The customer hums. “I like the way you think,” he says. “But no. I’m thinking a more opaque burn than that. Because the ancient withered old-man crone – why isn’t there a good male equivalent to crone? That’s totally sexism – this old guy that I work for is such a spectacular asshole, and he needs to be told so. But, uh, in a way that can’t be traced back to me, because I badly need this job. Because student loans. So I was thinking a burn using the language of flowers, so I get the satisfaction even if he never knows. And it’ll probably make his PA laugh, because Lydia knows all things. And she deserves a good laugh.”

“I don’t actually have the language of flowers memorized, you know,” Derek says.

“What!” says the customer, outraged. “But you’re a florist!”

In the twenty-first century,” says Derek oppressively. “The language of flowers hasn’t been used for a hundred years.”

“You’re breaking my heart here,” says the guy, clutching one hand to his chest. “How am I supposed to tell my crush that they have my sincerest admiration and sweetest love?”

He bats his long eyelashes. Derek is 100% unmoved.

“Buy them some red roses,” he says. “And use your words.”

The guy bursts out laughing. He laughs with his whole body, tipping his head back and exposing the long column of his throat. It is unfair, and Derek is tired, and he wants to go home. He came into work at five this morning in order to get an order done for a wedding for a demanding groom – worse, this is the order for the rehearsal dinner, who even gets flowers for a rehearsal dinner? The actual wedding order will be for this weekend, and he’ll have to get Isaac to help out – and so it’s just Derek’s luck that a cute guy comes into his shop, and is maybe flirting with him? and Derek is way too tired to be clever and witty back. Why couldn’t the guy have come in yesterday? Yesterday his esprit d’escalier was more like esprit de counter, and he’d actually managed to give as good as he got to Erica when she came by in her lunchbreak. Yesterday he could’ve maybe had a chance with this guy. Today he has bags under his eyes and his brain is running at half speed.

“Really? Really? I need to use my words? Dude. You have literally struck me dumb, because no-one has said that to me once in my whole life. I am stunned and amazed.”

“You talk a lot for someone who’s been struck dumb,” says Derek, leaning his hip against the counter. There is a twitch at the side of his mouth which is definitely not the beginnings of a smile.

“He jokes! Let me guess,” says the guy, “you got into floristry – florism? because plants talk less than people.”

Derek says nothing to this, because it’s a little too close to the truth. Instead, he changes the topic.

“Anyway, you don’t find most books agreeing about the meanings,” he says, tidying the sheets of decorative paper by the till. “Not if you look at the more obscure flowers, and not just, you know, roses or mums or whatever.”

“You do know about the language of flowers,” accuses cute guy.

“Not really,” sighs Derek. “Not enough to be able to make you an arrangement. I read some books on floriography, but it was a long time ago, and I never committed anything to memory.”

Floriography,” repeats the cute guy, looking utterly delighted. “Okay. So, how big a bunch of flowers could I get for fifty dollars?”

“Mm, about this big,” says Derek, sketching out his seventy dollar arrangement in the air. What? It’s his damn florist’s. He can give a cute guy a discount if he wants. He has rehearsal dinner flower arrangement money in the till, it’s fine.

“Nice,” says the cute guy, nodding. “That’d be the perfect size. That should burn him. So. I’ll go away tonight, get my research on – I’m gangbusters at research, research is my bitch – then I’ll come back tomorrow night with some ideas? I’ll even manage to come before closing which, sorry about that. It’s just that my boss had us in for some sudden emergency all-staff meeting until six-thirty for no obvious reason other than to mess us about. I was meant to leave at four today. It’s Lydia I feel sorry for, though. She had to rearrange her dinner, it was a whole thing.”

He yawns, and it’s catching. Derek can barely suppress his own.

“Anyway!” The guy says. He fishes in his messenger bag until he finds his wallet. “I’ll bring the research tomorrow, then can you deliver the flowers to Gerard the next day? I’ll write down the address.”

“Sure,” says Derek. “So long as we don’t pick out anything that I don’t have in stock.”

“No super obscure flowers like aconite or whatever, check.” He snags the notebook that Derek keeps by the till and scribbles down the address. “I’m Stiles, by the way,” he says, without looking up. He adds STILES at the bottom in blocky letters, and follows it with a phone number. “Um, so. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow after work.”

“I look forward to it,” says Derek, then mentally facepalms as Stiles gives him an odd sort of smile. Then the front door closed behind him and he was gone.

*

That night, Derek pulls out his old book on the language of flowers. He found it at a second-hand bookshop when he was fourteen, and since he’d been obsessed with ciphers and secret messages at the time, he bought it.

The book hadn’t given him any clues as to ways to keep his diary secret from Laura, but there was something about the quiet messages that appealed to him: pansy, think of me; bay leaf, I change but in death; peach, your qualities, like your charms, are unequalled.

Sooner or later, however, the book had been borrowed by someone, or relegated to a scarcely used part in the family bookshelves, and he’d barely thought of it again. It occurs to him that the quiet hours he’d spent at the nursery with his father might not have been the only influence on his choice of career.

Thoughtfully, he pulls a notebook towards him and started taking notes.

*

“Okay, so, obviously I couldn’t get to a library today because work, but I have crosschecked like six different websites, and possibly have not sleep enough. But I have a list! I don’t suppose you keep hemlock on hand?”

Derek looks up, and is somehow unsurprised to see Stiles coming into the shop. He doesn’t know anyone who would be halfway into a conversation before clearing a doorway.

“Not since I gave up my hobby of poisoning philosophers, no,” he says. “And I’m not sure a plant mostly renowned for its lethality is really a subtle burn.”

“Shame,” says Stiles, pulling out a sheaf of papers and dropping his messenger bag by the counter. “The meaning was ‘you will be my death’, and truer words have not been spoken.”

He runs his long fingers over the top sheet, flattening it out, and passes it to Derek. Derek picks up a pencil and crosses out belvedere and hops. He taps the pencil against his mouth.

“This’d be very primary colored,” he says. “Also I think I would pick either lavender or geranium, but not both.”

“Uh, lavender, then,” says Stiles, watching the pencil’s movement. “Shame about the belvedere. ‘I declare war upon you!’ It’s exactly the sentiment that I wanted to convey.”

“We agreed to limit it to things I’ve got in stock,” Derek reminds him.

“Ruin all my fun. Oh, hey, who’s that one for?”

Derek follows Stiles’s pointing finger, and sees to his horror that the arrangement he’d been working on is still on the bench behind him.

“Nothing,” he says. “I mean, no-one.”

“It’s not mine, is it?” Stiles says as he shuffles his paper pile, and Derek wants to die. “Except, no, pink carnation’s got a nice meaning. Aw, ‘I will never forget you’. That’s sweet.”

He looks up, and catches Derek’s panicked expression.

Are they for me?” he says quietly.

“Fine, yes.”

He puts them down in front of Stiles, but can’t convince his hands to let go of the box.

“They’re not finished,” he says, staring down at them. “I haven’t put the ribbon around or anything …”

“They’re beautiful,” says Stiles. He lifts them out of Derek’s hands, and their fingers brush. Derek feels every little point of contact like electric sparks. “What’re the lilacs mean?”

“First emotions of love.”

“Aw. What about the tulips?”

“Declaration of love.”

“So forward! Did you do research for this?” He looks up. Derek shrugs. “You did! You did research for me! I don’t think anyone’s ever researched for me.”

Stiles is grinning at his flowers, turning the arrangement around in his hands so he can examine it from all sides. Derek wishes he’d spent more time on it.

“Oh!” says Stiles. “I nearly forgot. I brought you these.”

He opens his messenger bag and brings out a bouquet of red roses, cellophane wrapped and only slightly squashed. Derek takes them from him, dumbfounded.

“Sorry,” says Stiles. “It was a stupid idea, just forget it—”

He reaches for the bouquet but Derek clutches at them.

“No,” he says. “I love them. No-one’s— no-one’s brought me flowers before.”

“Oh,” says Stiles. He licks his lips. “That’s— that’s good. Anyway, they were only the first part. The second part is this: ‘You have my sincerest admiration and sweetest love—’”

Derek puts the flowers aside and draws Stiles in for a kiss.