a girl cant help it sometimes

Being Set Up By Tyler and Jenna (Josh Dun)

REQUESTS OPEN (pls send some i’m desperate)

Y/N Pov

I have been working as lightning technician for the band Twenty One Pilots for two months as they start their new tour; Emotional Roadshow. So far I have been loving it, its been amazing to be able to travel round the world and see so many beautiful places with so many lovely people.

Being one of the very few females on the crew Jenna took me under her wing and quickly accepted me as her friend. Jenna has been around a lot of the tour which has been great because I see her as one of my best friends, Tyler is alo great the way that he treats Jenna is amazing and he’s like my brother the way he is so energetic all the time like a child running around but he can also be serious to talk to which is amazing. Then there is Josh, after spending evenings with him on the couch watch crappy TV programmes, joking around with him all the time, whilst helping him set up some bits for his drums when I have nothing else to do and going out with him Jenna and Tyler sometimes when they have days off. I cant help but feel like I like Josh more than a friend.

The past couple of weeks I have had my feelings slowly develop for him even though I know that he wont ever like me back. Why should he? When he can have practically any girl on the planet with his charming attitude and his good looks.

We were in Austria at the moment and the whole crew were busy setting up things up for the concert that was happening later on in the evening, I busy around with Mike who was looking for a specific lead and me being the helpful person that I am goes and looks for it. I do a slow jog over to the tupperware box that was pushed up against the wall that was conveniently labelled ‘lighting’ I fiddle around with the leads that were all tangled in a bi knot, helpful. I make a mental note to remind myself to put them away neater next time to stop this happen.

I look foward down the narrow corridor that leads to steps, I see someone walk down them, I recognise that long blonde hair from anywhere as Jenna walks towards me, coming from the area where the dressing rooms were most likely with Tyler.

“Hey Jenna, would you be a dear and come help me untangle these bloody leads?” I ask her using my puppy dog eyes, however trying not to get annoyed at how many wires there are to untangle.

“Yeah sure, I have nothing better to be doing” Jenna replies kindly, thank goodness she was a lovely person and agreed to help me otherwise I would have been here all day, any way this a good time to catch up with Jenna and see what she has been up to today as I haven’t been able to talk to her alot today.

“So what have you been up to today?” I question, as we sit down on the floor as this may take a while.

“Not much, I was in the dressing room with Ty and Josh but I had to leave because I couldn’t bare to watch Josh sit there and drool over you any longer without doing anything about it”

Shocked, it took me a few seconds to reply as I dropped the wires to the floor, Josh liked me? I highly doubt it, how could he? It doesnt add up.

“W-what do you mean, drool” I question further, just to make sure that she wasn’t lying.  

“Josh likes you Y/N, alot.” Jenna says looking directly at me trying to decipher the look on my face as to what I was think at that current moment. I haven’t told Jenna about my crush I have on Josh as I was nervous about it, however I think the crimson blush plastered on my cheeks gave away everything.

“You like him too don’t you?” Jenna asks beaming. There is no point in trying to deny it at this point so I own up with a small nod.

“I knew it, I could tell because you’re always checking him out” Jenna winks and I gently slap her arm at the comment.

“No I do not, do I really make it that obvious?” I ask

Jenna thinks for a moment.

“That’s hard because for me it was quite obvious like how you always checked him out when he was setting up his drum kit, how you too always acted a bit differently around each other. On the other hand poor Josh was oblivious, he was sure that he was going to be stuck in the friendzone forever, he missed the signs.” Jenna said smiling.

I smile also, Josh liked me, he really did and that thought to me seemed simply unfathomable after all this time of him imaging liking me, it was actually happening. A sudden pang of fear hit my chest hard.

“Jenna, you wont tell him will you, please don’t” I plead, if Josh was going to find out that I fancied him I didn’t want him to find out through someone else.

“No I won’t because you dont want me to don’t worry.”

Jenna stops and thinks for a moment, I go back to working on the wires but it seems to have gotten a lot harder as my mind becomes clouded with Josh.

“But there is one thing I ask” Jenna states after a minute of her silent thinking and my silent working.

“What is it?” I ask nervously raising an eyebrow at her.

“Let me and Ty set you two up, like not tell Josh that you like him just tell him enough to pluck up the courage to ask you out” Jenna really wanted to help and not wanting to burst her bubble and wanting a date with Josh saying yes to her proposition seemed like the best idea.

“Ok, you can” Jenna beams and I can’t help but beam with her.

Tyler’s POV

“Josh, come here a sec I want to talk to you” I ask my friend to come over and to talk to me as Jenna has just told me about Y/N fancying Josh, we have thought out a small plan.

“Yeah what is it?” He queries as walks towards the sofa I was sitting on in our shared dressing room.

“So I wanted to talk to you about Y/N” I say, this grabs Josh’ attention as he immediately looks up.

“What is it Tyler?” Josh asks suspiciously.

“Well I was wondering if you would finally ask her on a date?” I state

“We have been over this there is no way that Y/N likes me” 

“My friend that is where I think you might be wrong”

“What do you mean?”

“Well for starters I see her checking you out when you are setting up your drums from the side of the stage, and she acts differently around you Josh, how have you missed the signs?” I see Josh’ brain click like clock work in his head, then he suddenly grins.

“You really think so?”

“For sure, I mean I don’t know for certain but all the right signs are there”

“Alright, I’ll do it, I will ask Y/N on a date.” Then he turns around to continue to get ready for tonights show.

After the Show

Y/N POV

I watch from the sides like I do nearly every concert alongside Jenna, we sing along to the songs and act like teens in the crowd. I watch him from the side, I loved watching him drum, do what he loved every night, he was doing what made him happy and for some strange reason I can’t explain that made me happy also.

The show was nearly over as Tyler was doing his speech he does just before the encore, this one is very emotional.

The concert was over and that meant that I had to organise a few pieces with Mike before the next concert tomorrow, I was only an assistant lighting technician meaning that I didnt have to do as much work as Mike but always liked to help as much as I could. When I had finished I go to Josh and Tylers dressing room (Like I do after every concert) usually I find Josh leaning the desk in the corner, and Jenna and Tyler sitting on the sofa however when I walked in today Josh was the only person in the dressing room. As I open the door Josh stood there shirtless, I have seen Josh shirtless on many occasions prior this one however this time it seemed to put a lump in my throat and a flood of butterflies fly through my body. 

“Sorry, I will come back in a minute if you want to get changed” I say suddenly becoming flustered and embarrassed.

“No, its cool let me just throw a t-shirt on” Josh replies sending a smile my way and I gladly return it.

I was about to ask where the others were but before I could speak Josh spoke.

“Y/N, there is something I have been wanting to ask you for a while now” Josh says slowly and carefully, the butterflies in my body appeared out of nowhere again.

“Ok” I say reassuringly, wanting him to carry on.

“Well, I really like you Y/N and I was to nervous to say anything as I didn’t want to ruin our friendship but I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me?” I beam at his words, he did like me he really did and I know because he just told me, I dont have to imaging those scenarios anymore because it just happened in real life. I remember that Josh is waiting for a response.

“Yes Josh I would love to go on a date with you” I respond, and Josh does that precious smile where his grin reaches right to his ears and he looks adorable.

As a natural response I throw my arms around his waist in glee and he responds by doing the same by wrapping his strong arms around my shoulders,right then I decide, this is where I want to stay forever.

i cant wait for Sana and Youself talking to each other..i mean talk ….they re talking and they both cant stop grinning . Yousef will stare at her right on her face , and Sana is too shy to look up so she just talk while looking at the floor but she will steal glances because she dont want to look so obvious and her tone voice still so stern and fab and Yousef couldnt help thinking that she is the most cool girl he ever met because he likes how Sana talk, he like every words that came out from her mouth because it’s quiet inspirising perhaps and Yousef will sometimes a little stammer to find words on conversation .

hip hop unit when you’re on your period

mingyu:

  • he probably made plans for the day but you texted him in the morning telling him you can’t make it bc you’re bleeding and you didn’t have the mood :(
  • he would be disappointed but being the sweetheart he is, he would come over to take care of you
  • that includes buying you your favourite snacks
  • you’ll probably be clingy when he’s here but he isn’t complaining
  • he LOVES it when you’re all clingy and pouty so he can take care of you
  • lots of kisses
  • but no cuddles bc you can’t lie in that position you might stain the sheets
  • and as much as you wanted to cuddle mingyu, you won’t have the energy to wash everything
  • binge watch movies
  • romance movies just bc
  • you have to keep leaving in between movies to go to the toilet
  • “babe don’t leave”
  • “i have to change”
  • “no you don’t”
  • “shut up kim mingyu i will bleed on you”
  • you hit his shoulder and then push him away so you can go to the toilet
  • “STOP FOLLOWING ME OH MY GOD”
  • “but i miss u” mingyu will be all pouty and shit
  • “…….we r literally in the same house…… and i’m going to change my pAD ITS DISGUSTING”
  • “it isn’t disgusting bc ure my girlfriend”
  • and then he’ll smirk and ure like…. ???
  • anyways you will push him away and run to the toilet AND LOCK THE DOOR
  • phew it’s so hard to get mingyu away idk if its good or bad
  • and he’ll be outside the toilet calling you asking if you’re done and when you open the door he will try to scare you
  • “BOO” he’ll suddenly jump out
  • when you roll your eyes at him he’ll hug you like a teddy bear and carry you onto the sofa and continue to kiss you
  • “i hope ure always on ur period”
  • “why??”
  • “bc then i get to take care of u and kiss u, and u won’t run away bc u r lazy”
  • you’d be too tired to even reply him and entertain his shit
  • but u still love him 

vernon:

  • he’s chilling at home and you texted him asking if he can get you pads and come over
  • tbh he would be pretty reluctant and hesitant but too bad he loves u and ure cute
  • “ure lucky I love u so much to be doing this”
  • when he’s at the store he’ll freak out and send u pictures of the pads and ask u which ones u want
  • “babe which”
  • and after u tell him he’ll grab and pay very quickly, trying his best not to be obvious that he’s awkward
  • he’ll get some food along the way
  • after he reached your house he’d rant about how awkward the situation was when he was getting the pads
  • you’ll just laugh bc he’s so cute
  • “what’s so funny??” and you’re like nothing and he starts to tickle u
  • “STOP IT VERNON IM BLEEDING”
  • and he’s like “oH shit I forgot SORRY” 
  • he’ll make sure u aren’t in pain
  • y'all will eat lunch while he surfs the net blasting raps
  • and you’ll be taking boyfriend pics of him
  • “babe stop and eat” then he’ll cover ur phone lens
  • “nO VERNON let me take more pictures of u”
  • “but I’m shy”
  • “STOP FRONTING” 
  • he’ll start rapping his part in fronting and you’re like /heart eyes/
  • lots of selfies with weird faces
  • if you’re having cramps he would stop whatever he was doing and pull u closer to him and let u lay ur head on his shoulder and will ask u if you’re alright
  • if u fall asleep on him he’ll smile and take girlfriend pictures of u ;-)
  • when u wake up he’ll show u those photos and
  • rip chwe hansol

seungcheol:

  • we’re looking at a boyfriend material right here
  • he knows exactly what to do when u’re on ur period
  • he already knows which types of pads you use after you told him once
  • he’ll buy so many packs though
  • “you need to store these up in case of emergency”
  • and u’re like “wow u sure know more about this than i do”
  • when you want to drink iced drinks he’ll be like “nO WHAT DO U THINK URE DOING RIGHT NOW”
  • u’re like ???
  • and he will talk about how you shouldn’t drink cold drinks when you’re on your period
  • ………who’s the one bleeding now……… u never know
  • and you’re like “but i rly wanna drink it”
  • and you throw in a few pouts
  • “nope, you’re gonna have cramps later on, YOU’LL REGRET UR DECISION”
  • and before you can continue to argue further he pushes you out of the kitchen and brings you into your room and tells you to rest
  • even though you’re fine
  • HE JUST WANTS YOU TO REST HE DOESN’T WANT YOU TO GET HURT OR ANYTHING
  • “cheol i’m perfectly fine, i’m not in pain”
  • he shushes you and goes to the kitchen to cook lunch for you
  • isn’t he such boyfriend material
  • just marry him already
  • he’ll bring the food into your room and treats you like a princess
  • he might even feed you U NEVER KNOW U WILL NEVER KNOW
  • you’ll catch him staring at you and when you ask why he’ll just say that you’re beautiful and he just needed to have a good look
  • “you feeling ok?” “you need anything?” “i’ll do it” “rest baby” “do u want to cuddle if u want just let me know i’m here”
  • ok i’m ending this here before i spill tears everywhere where do i get a seungcheol

wonwoo:

  • i have a feeling he’ll search about periods when he’s alone
  • “why do girls bleed”
  • “why do girls have mood swings when they bleed”
  • “why does cramps hurt”
  • “what to do when your girlfriend is in pain when she bleeds”
  • when he’s over at your house he’ll ask you a lot of questions about it
  • “wonwoo, are u ok? why do u need so much info”
  • “because…… it’s important to know about girls’ needs, and their pain…. and especially now that i have a girlfriend, i just need to know”
  • “but u can’t help much”
  • “how do u know i cant help u have to tell me first”
  • and after you explain everything to him he’ll nod and pout
  • “i’m sorry” he’ll apologise out of nowhere
  • “what for??”
  • “for not understanding what girls go through… and sometimes being angry at you when you have mood swings, i didn’t know things are this hard”
  • awww wonwoo uGH MY HEART SO PRECIOUS PROTECT HIM AT ALL COSTS
  • “its fine, at least now u know”
  • he’ll ask if you’re hungry and he’ll order anything you want
  • pizza! time
  • after lunch y’all will be doing ur own things aka him sitting beside you on your bed while reading his book while you’re probably decorating your diary, pasting some polaroids that you and wonwoo took together, and snapchatting
  • when he wants to take a break from reading, he will hug you like a koala and make clingy noises
  • “babe i’m sleepy”
  • you’ll pat his head and let him lie on your lap
  • playing with his hair is one of your fav thing to do
  • and you’ll use your fingers to trace his features and he’ll fall asleep
  • aHHH SO CUTE its always so cute when he falls asleep on your lap
  • but it wouldn’t be cute if you need to go to the toilet to change before it overflows and you can’t bc wonwoo is in deep sleep
  • but its still cute
Match My Pain

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Requested by @ryleeroseb4 -Dating Theo and being Dereks sister? Like he follows you one night as youre sneaking out to meet Theo ??
IM SO SORRY THAT ITS LATE, PLS FORGIVE ME
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It was no secret that us, the members of the Hale family, have something dark in all of us. We have all been through our fair share of pain in our lives. Some of us wallow in it, hide the real us because we think of nothing other than the pain itself. Some of us use that pain to put pain on others, make them feel the same pain that we have all felt, with killing them, or killing the people most dear to them, leaving them all alone on the earth. Then there is me, who found someone to match the amount of pain and darkness I had. I found the darkness to my dark parts. Now love may all seem like pink bubbles and Valentine’s Day but it can be dark and twisted as well. Theo and I feel in with one another because we were both in pain, our feelings for one another only grew as soon as we knew that we had both suffered through pain and tragedy. According to Derek, we are toxic together. I don’t think of it as that, Theo helps me through my pain because he knows exactly how it feels and I do the same. So yeah, Theo’s darkness is stronger than mine but so what? My security in myself is stronger than his, but that doesn’t matter either, what matters is that we are together and we help each other more than anyone knows or can see. Tonight, was just like any other night, sneaking out of my bedroom window as the sun went down to see Theo. It didn’t take me long to get there but I always took an extra few minutes to try and make sure no one was following me. As I got to Theo’s house, I thought I heard someone behind me, snapping my head around to face whoever it was, I was soon met by no one. Sometimes paranoia can get the best of me, I guess.
“Hey beautiful.” Theo said as he jumped down from his window to meet me on the ground. I just smiled and jogged over to him.
“Hey there, handsome.” I said as I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck and kissing him softly. Nothing too deep or passionate seeing as we were right outside his house. Even though Theo really didn’t care what his parents had to say about him or us, we were still respectful while we were on their property.
“So where to tonight? Movies? Dinner? We could just go for a walk.” He said, lacing his hand in mine and swinging it between as we began to walk back the way I just came from.
“You mean you don’t have to sneak away tonight? Leaving me alone to wonder what the hell you are doing?” I asked, hoping he wasn’t joking. Theo occasionally had to leave our dates early, leaving right in the middle of them sometimes. I know Theo wouldn’t cheat on me, and he assured me that him not telling me what he was doing would keep me safe but, I still cant help to be curious about it.
“I’m all yours tonight, baby.” He said, with a small smirk on his face making me squeal like a little school girl and kiss him again, this time a little more passionately, making Theo’s hands unlock from mine and go to my waist. It was nice, it was fantastic until I heard someone behind us.
“You guys are gross.” I heard causing me to jump at the familiarity of the voice. Only to see my brother standing there, arms crossed as if he was my mother and I had snuck out, okay that part was true.
“Did you follow me?” I asked causing Derek to chuckle and nod.
“I know you have been sneaking out. I have known for months, I just thought tonight would be a good night to bust you.” He said causing me to growl lowly, Theo immediately grabbing onto my arm, holding onto me lightly so I wouldn’t go after Derek. As much as Theo was big, bad and scary, he didn’t want to see me hurt and if I was to go after Derek there would be no winner, just two badly beaten up werewolves.
“I think it’s time to come home with me, (Y/N).” Derek said, causing me to laugh and take a step back towards Theo.
“I think it’s time you butt out of my life, Derek.” I said, holding Theo’s hand and beginning to walk past Derek, only to be stopped by Derek grabbing onto my upper arm. Now it was Theo’s turn to growl.
“Let go of her.” He said causing me to rip my arm from Derek’s hand and place it on Theo’s chest, trying my best to keep both us of calm.
“I just don’t want you getting hurt.” Derek said as Theo and I began to walk away from him. He knew it was a pointless conversation, truth be told, I don’t even know why he tries to keep me away from Theo anymore.
“As soon as I am anymore hurt than I already am, I’ll give you a shout.” I yelled to Derek who was now feet behind us. I wasn’t going to let Derek ruin our night, so yeah, he doesn’t really approve of us, but once Derek finds someone to match his crazy, someone to match his pain he will understand and until that day comes, I will just enjoy the fact that I already found that someone for me.

ive meant to make this post earlier in this blogs run. while im writing this im not intending to be mean i do care about the people who come to me for help but im only trying to clear up something that goes unrecognized by many followers and bpd blogs who come to me. i try to be there for people as much as i can be but i cant help you solve your problems. this blog is not a mental health resource not even for me. its a blog i sometimes share things about myself on and put the username to use. theres menhera, lingerie, and dancing transparent anime girls on my blog. its as far from a mental health resource as can be. joking aside im hardly able to solve my own problems. ive been asked before to help followers diagnose themselves with bpd and i cant do that. i will never do that. sometimes things are better left to professionals or your own knowledge of your own self. im not going to make it my place to tell you not to self diagnose because its your decision in the end but i will tell you to be open to the possibility what you think you may have may not be that. research at the discretion of your own health. theres a possibility you may be more confused than when you started. coming to me for evaluation puts a lot of pressure on me and i dont like to get involved in that. i really dont want to add to that confusion or have to make a decision for somebody else. i understand why people would come to me for that thinking “bpd the blog is run by a girl with bpd maybe she can tell me what my mental health is” but i cant!! its hard for me to answer peoples questions as it is not to mention answer peoples questions about themselves. i also choose not to get involved with “bpd resource” blogs because all i ever see from them never has much to do with helpful resources. sorry if youve wanted me to join your resource blog but i dont want to be put in that place and im not sure my health would be in a good place running a blog like that either. i havent made this post to make anyone upset or single anyone out but i did make it because its been on my mind for a long time. im not mad at anyone who has come to me for any of the reasons above but i do want to explain my reasonings. i sometimes stop responding when messaged because of the above and im sorry about that because it must seem rude. but i dont want to have an input in your own life because i dont have one!! i cant tell you what you have even if you describe it to me because i dont know you only you and the people around you know you. im not a health professional im a person with a disorder who goes to professionals! im sorry if that upsets anybody.

I can’t help but think that the reasons as to why 13 reasons why is causing so much commotion and positive critics is due to the same exact reasons My Mad Fat Diary should have also being recognized for. Except that of course the main character is 13 reasons why is pretty and skinny while the girl from My Mad Fat Diary isn’t a stereotypical tv star girl. And I’m not saying this as a “fuck skinny girls” like at all everyone is beautiful in their bodies and we need to celebrate them and show them all + that actress played Hannah super well (from someone who read the book) but I cant help but think the reason MMFD didn’t get as much recognition was due to the main character not being a traditional pretty for nowadays Hollywood. And its a shame because it depicts everything 13 Reasons why does and even more because it gets so fucking Raw and personal sometimes

Make you feel my love.

Summary: You and Crowley were happy, but like every fairy tail it must come to an end. Sometimes the love just isn’t there anymore….but that doesn’t mean it cant come back. 

Chapter two of Show me love.

Based on the song ‘Make you feel my love.

Pairing: Crowley x reader

Word count: 5,245 (wow)

Warnings: Cursing, Oral (reader recieving), angst.

A/N: This took forever and a day to write, but here it is! Also you all might notice a scene from one of my favorite shows that really helped out. 

Tagging some of my favorite writers and Crowley!girls I can think of. (Thank you all for inspiring me.)

@murdochinthetardis (For helping me get through this.) @abaddonwithyall @ilostmyshoe-79 @bkwrm523
@bovaria @but-deans-back-tho  @kittenofdoomage @littlegreenplasticsoldier @marksheppardischarming @mostlycrowleyoneshots @thenightyouknow @volcanic-coyote

Originally posted by f-uni

Standing in the mirror, Crowley fixed his tie while his mind wandered to the peaceful thoughts of you. Your smile. Your hair. Even the way you snorted when you laughed too hard. He’d come to love every last inch of you….even though there were complications.

“Fergus!”

Speak of the devil.

He closed his eyes and sighed before turning away from his reflection towards his mother. A distasteful word that was.

“Yes, Mother?”

“Where do you think you’re going?” She placed a hand on her hip and Crowley did everything in his power not to roll his eyes at her antics.

“To see the woman I actually love, an-”

“And you still believe she loves you back?” She interrupted him with a scoff. “And here I was thinking you’d become smarter after all these years.” She shook her head sending red curls to and fro.

This was a recurring factor in Crowley’s new life. Ever since he’d finally announced the two of you as a couple his mother had come to bombard him with lies.

At least he hoped they were lies. To be truthful, his mind set of you actually wanting to be with him was slowly deteriorating.

Ever so slowly.

“And here I thought I would actually have a peaceful evening without a bitch-excuse me, witch ruining it.” He balled and un-balled his fist.

“Ruining?” Rowena placed a hand on her chest in a mock hurt “I’m simply protecting you, darling. I mean, what kind of mother would I be if I didn’t try and pry my son from the grasp of some whore who only loves him for his throne?”

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” He wiped off his sleeves and snapped his fingers making a beautiful bouquet of Peonies appear. “I have a date to attend to.”

His mother sashayed to his bed before sitting herself down. “She didn’t love you at first.”

Crowley eyed her “what?”

She smirked and shrugged “I remember it. She didn’t love you at first, not really.”

“And how do you kno-”

“Because if you love someone you don’t keep it a secret.” She snapped at him “you tell every soul you can, but did she? Did your precious Y/N tell even the Winchesters about you? No! She kept you hidden, only to use you as a measly toy.”

“Stop it.”

“You both had to be caught for her to confess and who’s to say she would’ve on her own? Who’s to say she didn’t hate the fact that someone actually knew that she’d even touched you?”

“Stop it, now.”

But Rowena wasn’t done. “And who’s to say she doesn’t want you as just a toy? I think as a mother- NO! As a woman, she wants something to gain from your little mischief’s. The throne, Fergus.” She was standing now, walking toward him with a glimmer in her eye. Her hand was soon placed on her sons cheek “So you go, and you see what happens. Let the little wench break your heart and then who’ll be there for you?”

She waited for an answer and he waited for a reason she’d be wrong. Any reason at all……

“Get out.” He muttered looking at the wall behind her. Her hand slipped from his cheek, letting her nails rake across it. She wordlessly walked out of his bedroom, because what else could she have said?

She’d said enough.


You twirled the spaghetti onto your fork and shoveled it into your mouth. You leaned forward on the kitchen counter closer to the book in front of you. Crossing you legs you let your eyes glide over its words.

‘While yes, there are Changelings, Shifters, and Doppelgangers, the subtle differences between each remain as-’

“He still not here?”

You turned to see Sam walking towards the refrigerator. Shaking your head silently he eyed you cautiously.

He licked his lips “I bet he’s just caught up in a hell of a lot of work.”

You squinted at him before scoffing “You’re almost as bad as Dean.”

“It got you to smile.”

That was true. A small smile had graced your features, and that was all he needed before continuing. “Get some rest, Y/N. It’s already 10, and you can’t function without sleep. I should know, I’ve seen it.”

You glanced at the book and the now half empty bowl of spaghetti before nodding. You closed the book and grabbed it and the bowl heading out of the kitchen. Sam swiftly took the book from your hands and waved it. “I’ll put this up, you go finish that and get some rest.”

Nodding you walked out of the kitchen and towards your room. Your new dress brushed the back of your thighs and you sighed before finally letting your face drop. Maybe he’d come before you fell asleep?

You sat on your bed and placed the bowl on your nightstand. Maybe you should keep the dress on just in case. Your hair and makeup was already done. Your shoes were at the end of your bed just waiting to be filled. All you needed now was him.

At 12:30 you finally decided to throw your dress in the hamper and pull on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. You’d finished the bowl hours ago and now you were hungry again.

Silently you padded down the hall towards the kitchen. One more snack before bed. You stood in front of the open refrigerator and looked, and looked, and-

“Having trouble there, love?”

You didn’t even bother turning around, instead you just kept looking.

“I’m sorry, I got caught up in work and-”

The sound of the door slamming cut him off. You brushed past him out of the kitchen and towards your room. His arm snaked around your waist and you stopped, still not looking at him.

“Please look at me, Y/N.” His voice was low and gravely and sad and everything that made you break. You slowly turned to face him and he smiled softly at you. “Beautiful.”

“It’s our anniversary.” You said lowly.

“I know.”

“You didn’t come.”

“I’m here now.” He realized what he’d said and backtracked “I’m sorry, work is work, and my mother she-”

“Oh god.” You rolled your eyes and pulled away from him before making your way towards your room. “Always with your mother, why does she hate me so much?”

He followed you into your room and closed the door behind him. “It’s complicated.”

“Then uncomplicate it.” You crossed your arms and sat on your bed facing him. He eyed  you for a moment before breaking into a small smile.

“I remember when I took you to that cabin in Canada?”

“Crowley-”

“I remember” he continued “leading you out onto the snow with my hands covering your eyes. I remember the look on your face when you saw the northern lights ablaze right in front of you.”

You sat and, begrudgingly, listened. He stopped and looked off to the empty space in the wall and you knew what was coming next.

“Why did you say no?”

You shook your head “You know why I said no, we’ve talked-”

“I know. I just want to talk about it.” He simply shrugged and you eyes him before sighing.

“Because marrying you would mean becoming the queen of hell. And becoming the queen of hell is a big responsibility that I know nothing about. And I’m still not even sure if…” You trailed off and bit your lip. You looked away from him and shook your head “What do you want?”

He smiled “Those words mean more than anyone could ever know.” He looked at you “I want you to Marry me.”

“Says the man who couldn’t even make it to our anniversary.” You didn’t mean to come off so harsh.

“So that’s all you care about? Me forgetting to bring you presents?” The hurt in his fucking voice sent you over the edge.

“Who said anything about presents,Crowley?” You stood up from your spot on the bed “I only wanted to spend time with the man I love and you’re making this about material things.”

“Well how am I supposed to know that, huh?! How am I supposed to know you love me when you barely even say it anymore?!” He was screaming now, but so were you.

“BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW IF I DO!” You felt tears slip down your face, but you were too heated to wipe them away. “I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO FEEL ANYMORE! YOU-YOU’RE NEVER HERE, YOU ACT LIKE YOU DON’T CARE ANYMORE. HOW AM I SU-SUPPOSED TO LOVE YOU IF I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF YOU LOVE ME?!”

“How can you say that?” He barely whispered at you, but each syllable struck you like a hammer. “How can you stand there and say that I don’t love you? I’ve risked everything to be with you. My throne, my life, everything! I’d give you whatever you asked for in the blink of an eye and for what? For you to sit there and accuse me of-”

“Accuse?” You laughed through your tears so harshly that you even scared yourself. “Crowley, the night I said no to you, you refused to even touch me. I came back here the next day feeling like filth because I said no to you. That’s why.”

He pulled his lower lip between his teeth and looked away from you shaking his head. This is what his mother was warning him about. This right here is what he feared every time he wasn’t near you. He needed

“You to leave.” He looked at you with a confused expression and you scoffed. “You weren’t even listening-I need you to leave.”

“Y/N-” he reached towards you but you quickly pulled your arms away from him.

“No! Crowley, if you stand here and-I’m just- just go! I know myself, and I know that if you stand here we’re just gonna keep down this path and I’m gonna say something so horrible that I won’t ever see you again, so yeah I need to be alone.”

He looked at the floor and shook his head. This could not be happening.

You watched him with tired eyes. How could you not know what you felt? How horrible of a person were you to not even be able to say three simple words to the man you knew-or thought

“Loved you.” Crowley looked at you with fat tears gliding down his face “I loved- love you so damn much. But, if this is what you- what we need…..then I’ll do it.”

You looked at the alarm clock on your bedside table. 1:00 am. Your eyes flicked to where Crowley stood-or once stood. You sat on your bed and let silent tears drag down your face before finally breaking into a sob.


“Crowley!” You yelped as a pair of hands softly covered your eyes. Rough stubble grazed your neck.

“Happy birthday, love.” He whispered before planting a soft kiss on your neck.

You’d been sitting on your bed in your shared bedroom scrolling through your laptop. Hell was boring. That was something you’d never think you’d say, but hell was boring! Your days here would sometimes even consist of sitting in Crowley’s bedroom (he insisted you call it yours as well) and relax. That was until he got done of his royal duties and made his way to you.

“This is exactly how I pictured spending it.” You smiled “Blindfolded and waiting for you to make the next move.”

He hummed “You say that as if it won’t happen, love.”

You laughed and covered his hands with yours. “What’s all this about? I thought you had a meeting until eight, it’s only six.”

You felt his nose run against your neck “I got it over with as quickly as I could to get back to you. Granted, a couple demons want my head on a spike now, but that’s nothing new.”

He kissed a trail along your shoulder before leaning towards your ear to whisper. “Besides, I couldn’t miss a chance to give you your early present could I?”

“Is it considered early if it’s given to me on my birthday? I mean, I get what you’re going for here, Crowley, but-”

“Must you over analyze every-”

You turned to face him with a cheeky grin “I’m kidding.”

He smiled and nuzzled into your neck “I duf you sho mush.” You laughed and pulled away from him.

“What?”

He leaned up and kissed your lips softly “I said I love you so much.” You smiled against his lips and pulled his tie until you laid on your back with him above you.

“You know.” You said pushing his suit jacket off of his shoulders. “I was thinking, and how come we never celebrate your birthday?”

“You want the truth?” He loosened his tie before pulling it off. “I forgot it.”

You laughed and leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips. You casually began to unbutton his shirt. “How do you forget your own birthday?”

“Dying does that to you, love.”

“Aw.” You opened his shirt and pushed it off of him before peppering kisses on his chest. “Should. We. Make. You. A. New. One?” You said between kisses. He lifted your shirt above your head and dipped his head down to kiss you full and soft. It was slow and for a while before you licked his bottom lip asking for him. He tasted like whiskey, as always, except there was something more to it. Something sweet like

“You had cake?” You asked pulling away from him. He looked at you shell shocked for a moment before smiling softly.

“I had to make sure it wasn’t poisoned, love.”

“Wait, it was my cake?”

He leaned back down and kissed along your neck.

“Crowley.” You giggled “did you eat my cake?”

“Hmm? What was that, love?” He began to suck marks into your collarbone making you groan. “This isn’t fair.”

He leaned up and kissed your nose. “All’s fair in love and…..well to be truthful it was only for you, love. What would have happened if it would’ve been poisoned?”

You quirked an eyebrow at him “So was it?”

He smiled “It could’ve been.”

You rolled your eyes and brought him back down for another kiss. This one was longer, deeper. He moved his head to the side and began kissing down your neck again and across your collar. He busied himself with doing away with your sweatpants while also biting into your skin. He slowly drug your bra strap off of your shoulder and kissed the exposed skin.

“I don’t see why you even chose to wear this.” He leaned over and did  the same to the next strap. “You were home relaxing almost all day, you usually hate to wear one while you do so.”

It always surprised you when he referred to the kingdom of hell as your home.

You shrugged and moaned as he sucked on your nipple. Dragging his teeth over you, he spoke silent words into your skin. He swiftly moved to the other one, giving it the same affection as before.

Dragging kisses down your body he soon bit lightly into your hips before sucking love marks into your skin. Your breathing hitched-as it always does- as Crowley slowly drug your panties down your legs with his teeth.

He kissed his way back up your legs and bit into your thighs. He looked at you with dark eyes and commented on how beautiful you were. As he always does.

You can feel him breathing, right before he dips his head down and takes a long taste of you. He hooks his hands under your knees and pushes your legs wider as he sucks your clit.

One hand threads his hair as the other pulls your own. “Ah-Crowley….” You drawl out as his tongue dives into you. He hums sending vibrations straight through you. Your writhing and bucking into his mouth and he welcomes it all in stride.

At one point he would’ve held you down, but not today. You run the show today.

“Fuuaaah-yes! Crowley yes!” You’re so vocal that you’re sure your voice will give out by the time he’s done. But, you’re so close. Right there. Right there. Yes, YES-

It feels like your body is vibrating as a hundred miles per hour. It always does with him. He kisses his way back up your body and kisses you full and sweet. He pulls away and smiles that hundred watt smile that only you get to see.

“Happy birthday, love.”

“Why thank you.” You said brushing his hair down from where you’d frayed it. “Although I feel like it isn’t over.”

“Always the smartest in the room.” He chuckled. “But, yes. The night is not over, because I am taking you to British Columbia!”

He was so excited and you were so….confused. “Canada?”

“Oh don’t give me that look, it’ll be fun!”


“So that’s it?” Dean said adjusting in his seat “That’s the end of your run with the king?”

You looked at your hands, slowly opening and closing them. “I don’t know. We just…he isn't….I don’t know….” Looking out the diners window you noted how pretty the rainy sky looked today. Crowley would’ve loved this.

After your eventful night with Crowley Dean thought it’d be nice to get out of the bunker. Take you out to eat, talk, anything to make it easier.

“He, as much as I hate to say it, isn’t a bad guy. I mean, yeah he’s a bad guy, but not to you. It’s like he’s got a switch he flicks just for you.” Dean shook his head and dank his coffee.

“You’re going somewhere with this?” You swirled your own mug of coffee, not feeling in the mood for it anymore.

“I’m saying this isn’t him.” He put his mug down. “He-” he stopped short and smiled as the waitresses brought three plates of pie before asking if we needed anything else. Dean kindly declined before she curtly smiled and walked away. “He would crawl through hell on his knees just to see you smile. So c'mon, Y/N. You gotta try and-”

“I’ve been trying, Dean!” You leaned forward “You don’t know the whole story, but I have been trying and trying to see the bright side and figure out our place together.”

“Well enlighten me, Y/N. Tell me what I don’t know.”

You opened and closed your mouth not wanting to relieve your birthday all over again. Sam walked back towards your booth from the bathroom and sat down next to you. He looked between you and Dean “what I miss?”

“Y/N?” Dean cocked his eyebrow at you and put his elbows on the table. You needed to do this. You needed to let it out.

“He…” You scoffed and looked out the window towards the busy street “He proposed to me.”

Sam let out a breath and Dean ran a hand down his face before mumbling “shit.”

“On my birthday last year, he took me to see the northern lights in Canada. He proposed to me and I said no.” You slowly nodded your head “that, I guess, is when it started.”

“Why’d you say no?” You heard Sam ask next to you. You turned to face him “you’re kidding right?”

“No I’m not. Y/N, we don’t like him.” He motioned between himself and his brother “But we damn sure know you love him. Why’d you say no?”

“I was scared?” You shook your head and shrugged “I don’t know how to be a queen. What if I mess it up, what if the demons don’t like that I-”

“Y/N.” Dean said. “Why’d you say no?” His voice was soft, and he knew you were stalling.

“That….and I’m scared everything was moving too fast. Scared that he’ll get tired of being with me.”

They were both quiet for a while until Dean started chuckling.

“Something funny?” You asked annoyed.

“Just the fact that you think a man-er-demon could get tired of you. Y/N, he loves you. And as much as I’d hate to say it, he needs you. Nothing’s gonna change that, not even you saying no.”

“You don’t know-”

“Yeah, we do.” Sam cut in “Crowley told us.”

“you knew?!” You looked between the men, hurt. Sam held up his hands “Not everything, not about the proposal. He just told us that you’d hit a rough spot then and he didn’t know what to do.”

“And?”

“And we told him to keep swimming.” Dean said finishing off his pie “Keep pushing forward with the relationship and not sweat it. It’s not like you still didn’t love him.”

You sat quietly for a long time swirling your mug of coffee. Your phone vibrated and you pulled it from your pocket before unlocking it.

It was a text from Crowley.

‘You’re still mad, and I understand that. But, I know how much this meant to you and I refuse to be the reason you miss it.’

It was a picture of one of Crowley’s hell hounds surrounded by its puppies. ‘So she’s finally had her babies.’ You thought to yourself remembering the day you begged Crowley to let you see them. Granted, it hurt like hell. Like someone was shoving hot irons into your eyes, but it was worth it. You could see hell hounds, and more importantly their puppies.

“So?” You looked up from your phone towards Dean.

“What?”

He smiled “I said, do you still love him?”

You looked at the text and then at them and then outside where rain drizzled down and a couple shared an umbrella walking down the sidewalk.

“Yeah….yeah I think I do.”

“Well then.” Dean clapped his hands “there’s still hope.”

You smiled softly and nodded. “Still hope.”


“And what are you smiling at?” Rowena snarled at her son. Crowley glanced up from his phone quickly dispersing of his smile.

“Nothing. What do you want?”

But in fact it wasn’t nothing. It was definitely something, or someone to be matter of fact. You.

“You’ve been acting strange lately. All solemn in your throne, acting grumpier than usual.”

“I’m always grumpy.” He said looking around the busy throne room. Demons were bustling around looking up information about a rogue coven that had been converting his demons.

“I said grumpier, dearie. But, these past three days you’ve been…..different.” She slid her hands onto her hips.

Her statements were true. For the past two weeks you’d refused to even speak to Crowley. Letting the boys handle their meetings with him alone. But, these three days you’ve slowly been coming around. Sharing simple text with him now and then.

You’re latest one was a picture of you holding a bouquet of roses he sent to you with a straight face. You sent another text that read ‘You’re really hitting my soft side.’

He chuckled before trying to cover it with a cough. ‘This is ridiculous.’ He thought ‘I’m an adult, I shouldn’t be hiding like some pathetic teenager.’

“It’s her isn’t it?” Rowena shook her head “what did I say before? She’s g-”

He held his finger up, cutting her off. You’d sent another text that read ‘But honestly, Crowley, they’re lovely. Thank you, love.’

His heart fluttered at the use of the name. Still hope.

“Ahem!” Rowena said loudly. Crowley looked up at her and rolled his eyes “What is it you need?”

“I need you to leave that wench alone! She’s a problem. She’s-”

“She’s the woman I love.” He said certainly. More certain than anything before. “And she’s not the problem, you are!”

He stood up and started a walking towards Rowena. Every demon in the room became quiet and tried to further themselves from the raging King.

“All you’ve done is push me away from her, and I was dumb enough to let you! She is the woman I love, the only thing I’ve needed my entire life and I let myself ruin it.” He put one of his hands on her throat and squared her face to look him in the eye. “I deserve to be loved, and that’s what she was doing. So I’m going to say this once and once only.”

He dropped his voice so only she could hear. “Say anything vile about her ever again, and I will make sure of it that your time locked in chains seemed that of a spa day. Am I clear?”

She scoffed at him despite her shaking hands and dry mouth. Crowley gripped her throat tighter firmly cutting off her airway and let his red eyes show. “Am. I. Clear?”

“Crystal.” She gasped out before he pushed her away. She stumbled backward into a demon who clumsily caught her.

“Good.” He said brushing himself off. “Now with that being said.” He turned towards a group of demons huddled in the corner “You lot come with me, we have a lot to do. Everyone else back to work, make me proud today.”

“Yes your majesty!” A round of applause went around before the throne room was up and bustling once again. One red headed witch standing in the middle of it all, highly embarrassed, and slightly proud of her son for finally taking initiative.


Sam and Dean smiled to each other as they watched you walk around them through the kitchen. You talked on the phone to Crowley with a prominent smile on your face, letting them know that all was well.

While no, you weren’t exactly with the king again, you were smiling again. And although you would only say it to the boys, you loved Crowley again. You just needed to be sure this wasn’t false hope.

“So the puppy actually peed on your shoe?” You laughed into the phone as Crowley grumbled about how he really liked those shoes. He was smiling on the other end of the conversation as your laughter drifted through.

“So, Y/N, I was uh..well we’ve been-I’d love to take you…only if you…” He stumbled and faltered through his words.

You smiled and bit your lip “Fergus Roderick McLeod, are you trying to ask me out?”

Dean mouthed Crowley’s real name to Sam while holding back his own laughter. Oh was he going to use that.

“Yes.” Crowley said unfazed by your use of his full name. He actually quite liked it when you said it. “Friday night if that suits you.”

You were quiet for a second before nodding to yourself “I’d love to.”

Crowley took the phone away from his face and silently cheered for himself, before coming back to the phone. “Fantastic!”

“Only on my terms though.” You said. He nodded his head and agreed quickly.

“We go to the cabin.”

Now it was Crowley’s turn to be quiet. He cleared his throat “Are you sure, love? I don’t want you to-”

“I’m positive, really Crowley it would mean a lot to me.”

“Anything for you, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

“Alright.” You wanted to say I love you, and God knew he did too. But, instead you hit the end call button and went back to making dinner with the boys.

Dean was leaning against the counter while Sam cleaned off the potatoes, both watching you.

“What?” You said going back to seasoning the food. Dean smiled at you before shaking his head and going back to making the pie. Sam smiled and winked at you and that was that.


You shouldn’t have been nervous, but you were.

He shouldn’t have been sweating so much, but he was.

And now you both stood on the porch of a British Columbia cabin, shaking from the cold. Or maybe it was your nerves. Either way, Crowley draped his long coat over your shoulders. You pulled the lapels, bring it closer to your body, and turned to look at him.

He looked the same, except, tired maybe? Like this past month has really tested him. Which in fact it had.

“Crowley.”

“Y/N.”

You turned to fully face him and laid your head on his chest. “Let’s just…talk.”

“This date is going well then?”

“Depends on how the food taste.” You smiled to yourself.

Crowley wrapped his arms around your waist gently pulling you flush against him.

“Do you want to eat now or after the show?” He rested his chin on top of your head.

“After. For now let’s just….talk.” Your hands wandered up his chest and you drew imaginary pictures. A star. A dog. A cloud.

“I’m sorry.” He started first “For not being there. For not being the man you needed from me. You deserve the world and everything of it.”

You nodded about to say something before he cut you off “Have you ever loved someone before?”

“Yes. Have you?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever been in love before, Crowley?”

“How would I know the difference?” He looked off into the woods as an owl hooted.

“It’s torturous.” You chuckled to yourself before you felt him pulling away.

“Y/N.”

“Crowley.”

“Is this torture?” He looked genuinely confused.

“The worst.”

His breath hitched “I’m so sorry. What did I-”

“No don’t be!” You held your hands up stopping him. He shook his head and smiled at you.

“What? I’m so confused.”

“Just..” You shook your head and leaned up capturing his lips with yours. His arms were around your waist in an instant as he deepened it. It wasn’t slow, or sweet, it was passionate and needy and sloppy. Full of tongue and teeth and everything you’d missed from each other.

You combed your fingers through his hair moaning. He reluctantly pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. “I love you. There I said it. I love you Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. Never forget, never think otherwise.”

“I love you too.” You said “I love you so much.” You pulled away and looked up at him, trying to remember every outline of his face. His eyes flicked up for a brief second before he started smiling.

“Look, love.”

You turned and there it was, the northern lights. They were beautiful, an array of greens and blues danced across the sky. You smiled to the sky “Crowley it’s beautiful.” His arms wound around your waist pulling your back to his front. You sighed contently and decided. You wanting nothing more than this, than him.

“Yes.” you said nodding before turning towards his confused face “Yes, I want to marry you.”

His face went slack “Y/N, think about what you’re saying. What if I still can’t give you what you want?”

“I want to be with you, Fergus.”

He smiled at you and shook his head “W-What if you hate me later on, what if I can’t give you children or the life you want like everyone else?”

You looked at him before reaching up and lightly kissing his cheek “Then I’ll have you.”

You didn’t have a chance to react before he crashed his lips against yours. You kissed kissed kissed until it almost got too cold to bare. Finding your warmth together that night in bed together, and making your plans for the future, whatever that may hold.

anonymous asked:

Can you do zyaglvis, Leon, Scorpio and hue reaction when they found their girlfriend diary and that it filled with sappy love poem about him? I hope this makes sense

I got what you were trying to say lol don’t worry hun.

Prologue:
Your boyfriend stayed at your place last night, after dating for 2 years you got use to him staying at your place when you weren’t there and you stayed at the mansion a lot also. This is the first time in awhile where he actually had a break from work, but you had to go into work for a bit to quickly just put a showcase together. Your boyfriend agreed to stay at your apartment until you get back that way you can see each other and spend time with each other, even though he complains about your place being small he cant help but smile to himself knowing he is doing this for you. As he was looking around your apartment he comes across your diary and he shook his head smiling a bit “Careless keeping this out” as he was about to put it away, he had the idea Maybe you were writing about him?. He let curiosity get the better of him and decided to open the notebook anyways. He found a couple pages where you were talking about your love life together, and on one of the pages he cant help but feel his smile go soft reading a poem you have written for him, When have you became so creative? It was a short poem, but he couldn’t help but blush why smiling, feeling the love behind your words. As he read on, to the bottom of the page, he saw that you wrote you wanted a family one day with him and stay together forever. When you get home you don’t realize the surprise you have waiting for you, as you say goodbye to your friends at work you were excited to go home and see your go. Who now kept reading on in your diary :

                                The poem on the page:
                          “Ever since you stepped into my life,
                           You have filled it with love and warmth.
                            Lots of precious moments sweetheart,
                            You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me”


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itsmasterskitten  asked:

My mom swears im lesbian sometimes because i always compliment girls on their boobs and butts...but like you gotta appreciate a nice ass or nice boobs....i cant help it

If someone is hot, they’re hot. Ain’t no shame in pointing it out, partner. *tips cowboy hat*

You think I'm special?

Requested by animemaya​: May be you could make one of Teen Wolf about Y/N who becomes a supernatural thing (like a banshee or something) and she/he didn’t know about any of that so Scott and the pack explain her/him everything and convince her/him to join their pack

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Your name: submit What is this?

“Stiles?” Scott said with an raised eyebrow and turned to him. “The door is open.." 

Stiles held his Baseball bat up and looked worried to Scott as he walked in your house.

"Maybe this is a big mistake and Y/N was just at the wrong time in the wrong place.” Scott whispered to Stiles as they looked in the rooms.

“Scott, do you see someone? I dont. This cant be a mistake, just because you dont want to think that you wanted to ask a killer out for a date. She found a body, before Lydia and then she disappeared and you couldnt find her.”

“She could just be a frightened girl. I mean what would you’ve done if you were a new girl in the town, who find a dead body in the night, in the middle of nowhere.”

“Call the Sheriff? Like Lydia did.” Stiles said and turned to Scott. “Where are her mom, I mean did she have a mom or did she killed her family? Where did she came from and what the hell is she..?”

“Do you think she’s like Lydia?” Scott asked.

“Or is she the one who made the deadpool list?” Stiles asked fast.

“I dont know, lets get upstairs.” Scott said. 

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When the boys came upstairs and found your room they looked in every corner until they heard something.

“Stiles?” Scott asked shocked and looked to your bathroom.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” You screamed as you came out of your shower and saw Scott and Stiles in your room. “What the hell are you doing in my house?! Are you here to kill me? Are you the killers?” You asked terrified and grabbed a nail file which was right next to you.

Scott and Stiles stood there shocked and didnt know what to say.

“No. no we are not the killers.” Scott answered.

“Are you?” Stiles asked and Scott looked at him. “I mean my dad told me you found the body and ran away..”

“Yes I found the body and I dont know why I was in the woods in the middle of the night. I told your dad this too.” You said and crossed your arms. “But that didnt explain why you two are standing in my room and have my Elephant in your arm.”

“We- we wanted to look if you’re okay, I mean you found a body.” Scott said and tried to save this situation.

“Well, except that I stay here with a towel and nothing more and two strangers in my room.. Yes I’m okay.” You said. “Now could you please leave my house?”

“Yes sure-”

“Wait! One more question.” Stiles said. “Where are your parents?”

You looked down and tried not to cry.

“Well, I think your dad didnt told you everything.” You said and looked up again. “My dad died in Afghanistan and yesterday, I found my mothers dead body.”

They boys didnt know what they should say.

“I am, I mean- We are so sorry.” Scott said.

“Now could you please leave?” You asked and they did.

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Next day at the school:

You could feel that everyone were looking at you, even when they tried not to. You asked yourself why you come to school.. but if you didnt you probably wouldnt stop crying. You went to your locker as a girl, who was standing at the end of the hallway with Scott and Stiles walked over to you.

“Did they send you?” You asked and closed your locker.

“That obvious?” The girl said with a smile. “I’m Lydia.”

“I’m Y/N and you probably know that. I mean I’m the girl who found her mothers body and I’m also the girl who is annoyed by this two idiots, who broke in my house, over there.” You said pissed and looked to Scott and Stiles while they tried to hide.

“I’m sorry for them.” Lydia said and looked also to them. “But they are worried about you.” She smiled.

“They dont even know me.”

“Well, maybe they want to know you. I definitely want that and I think-” Lydia said as she looked at the hallway to the people who starred at you. “You could need some friends." 

"I think you’re right..-” You started but the school bell stopped you. “I’m sorry I’ve maths now and I cant missed that I’m very bad haha.” You laughed and walked in your class.

“Okay maybe I can help you sometimes.” Lydia shouted after you.

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Stiles and Scott ran to Lydia who wanted to go in her class too.

“Did she say something?” Stiles asked.

“Yeah that you two Idiots broke in your house, really guys? Really?”

“Well, we wanted to know if she’s the killer.” Stiles argued and Scott nodded.

“I think she’s just a poor girl who could need some friend and not some stalkers.” Lydia said and went to her English class.

“Lydia is right, Y/N is just a girl with bad luck.. Maybe could feel that something was wrong with her mother and sleepwalk.”

“This is something what Banshees do.” Stiles argued and crossed his arms.

“Or a worried daughter.” Scott said and raised his eyebrow.

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Your class door opened , you ran out and the coach came out of the door.

“Y/N come here!” The coach yelled after you.

“Hey Coach whats going on?” Scott asked confused.

“There you both are! Stilinski in the class, NOW!” The Coach said serious and Stiles went into the class. “McCall, look what Y/N’s problem is. She ran out and didnt say anything.”

“Okay Coach.”

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PIEEEP

Scott got a message from Stiles.
Malia told him that you were acting strange and that you draw a lot of water lately.

Scott tried to focus on your heartbeat and could finally found you in the sports room.

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“Hey are you okay?” Scott asked as he found you crying on the shower ground. “I’m not stalking you, the coach said-”

“It’s okay.” You whispered. “I dont know whats going on.. Before my mother died I draw the woods, every day and everywhere, then I found her in the woods and everything looked exactly like my draws but I still dont know how I get there and now I draw water and I end up here?”

“Y/N, did your mother draw or say sometimes strange things to you?” Scott asked carefully, he didnt want you to cry more.

“No but my mom always said I draw so beautiful like my dad.”

Scott needed to sit down as he heard that. He knew how you could find your mother.

“I dont know how to tell you that Y/N-" 

"Tell me what?” You asked and stopped crying.

“Your a Banshee and your dad was one too.”

“A what? Are you kidding?” You laughed sarcastic.

“A Banshee. I thought that you might could be but I hoped you were not.” He started, went over to you and sit next to you. “The ginger girl you met-”

“Lydia?” You asked. “She’s nice why? Did she killed my mom?” You asked shocked.

“No, no, no, no she’s like you. She can find body’s and feel the death. She is a Banshee.. With a bit practice you can learn how to control it. We can help you.”

“Scott if this should be a joke, it’s not funny.” You said confused with tears in your eyes.

“Look in my eyes.” Scott said and you did. 

“What the hell?” You asked shocked as his eyes glowed red.

“I’m a Werewolf. And Stiles, Liam, Kira, Malia and Lydia, they’re my pack and we can help you. I want to help you.”

“Why?” You asked him.

“Because I dont want you to feel alone. You are not alone, you’re special and I could need you in my pack too.” Scott smiled and tried to cheer you up.

“You think I’m special?” You laughed. “I’m a freak.”

“Yes you’re special.” Scott smiled and looked down. “You’re not a freak, like I said you just need a little bit practice.”

The things Scott said were hard to believe but you trusted him, he was nice and tried to give his best to stop you from crying and to feel like you’re to only one who was different.

“Join our pack, Y/N.” He laughed.

“You know this is absolutely crazy right?” You said and stopped crying.

“I know but it’s less crazy when you’ve crazy friends.” Scott smiled.

“Okay I’ll join your crazy, supernatural pack.” You said and Scott stood up, he helped you to stood up too. “What kind of supernaturals are in your pack?” You laughed.

“Well, there are a Kitsune, Coyote, two Banshees now,” He smiled cute at you. “my beta Werewolf and the most crazy one.. Stiles.” You two laughed and walked out of the sports room.

Fans: They’re the vocal line for a reason!!!!!!!! Of course they’re gonna sing more!

Me: You’re right! Which also means that the dance line are the only ones who are gonna dance right?

Fans: uh-

Me: Because they’re the dance line for a reason! They should be the ones to dance since obviously they are better dancers than the vocal line.

Fans: That’s not-

Me: But they’ll dance in just the chorus because they help even out the stage, because they don’t dance as well as they do, so of course they aren’t gonna get any choreography since they’re gonna give all the advance choreo to the dancers.

Fans: …

Me: :-)

they say no one is perfect but i dont think they’ve ever seen her. she nuzzles into my chest and looks up at me with these stunning blue eyes. without realizing it, she made my heart stop. she always grabs my hand just slow enough to where my stomach drops a little every time. she sticks her feet out of the car window while im driving and the sun falls over her so flawlessly. i cant help but stare. shes scared of the steamer at work and refuses to make me hot chocolate, but its okay because as we stand there arguing i get to spend more time talking to her. shes witty. its subtle and you wont even notice until you find yourself laughing way more than normal. shes sweet. shes the definition of the word sweet. she has this adorable raspy voice and it makes me smile just to imagine. she has manners, shes polite and speaks with a soft southern accent. shes sweet in the way she treats people. she takes care of them and comforts others with all of her heart. she touches me with the most gentle hand and it makes me fall harder and harder in love with her. shes a good kisser, the kind that slowly draws you in and knocks you out of reality before you know it. she cant swim, but shes the first one to push you in the pool. shes charming. shes passionate. she harmlessly hits me with her ring finger without thinking, and it hurts but i laugh. shes cute. shes has the prettiest hair. even when she jokes about how messy it is, i still find her messy hair attractive. she’ll complain that i lay in the middle of the bed but i cant help but wanting to be close to her. she kisses me when i least expect it, sometimes i get so excited, i have to stop and just smile. i dont know how to explain her beauty, she was born with these crystal blue eyes and there has yet to have been a day where they dont leave me speechless. ill be prepared to speak and completely lose my train of thought when she looks at me. she is effortlessly the most beautiful girl i have ever seen. she is always so beautiful. her laughs reminds me of home. im completely and utterly in love with this girl. shes my best friend. shes perfect.
—  a note ashton wrote me 6/29/15
Omg cant stop laughing of this interview where the girl asked who was single..

Camren said we are single but dont assume things and then

Dinah says Lauren sometimes is the mom of the group and Camila says shes the father! Hahahaha

Lauren goes: “i try to turn down the rumors and you never help”

Best ever!!

Repo! The Genetic Opera Sentence Starters
  • "That was close."
  • "I'm infected by your genetics."
  • "I don't think that I can be fixed."
  • "Why, are my genetics such a bitch?"
  • "Damn this blood condition!"
  • "Thanks for the disease!"
  • "I want to go outside."
  • "I need you now."
  • "I am lost without you here!"
  • "The years roll by without you."
  • "I'm the monster!"
  • "It could change your life, rest assured."
  • "Would you change who you are, if you could?"
  • "It's my job, to steal and rob."
  • "I'm the smartest and the toughest!"
  • "You ain't got the guts, brother!"
  • "Bitch, pay me."
  • "Whats the matter, graverobber? Cant get it up if the girls breathing?!"
  • "Theres ways for me to pay, dear."
  • "Sometimes, I wonder why they need me at all."
  • "You're ready for a surgery."
  • "She needs a little help with the agony."
  • "I can't feel nothing at all."
  • "She'll pay for that surgery."
  • "It's a thankless job, but somebody's got to do it!"
  • "I saw you at the show, I thought I'd seen a ghost."
  • "I want to finally meet you."
  • "I'm not suppose to talk to strangers."
  • "These eyes can do more than see."
  • "I can see the world from there. Name the stars and constellations, count the cars and watch the seasons."
  • "I wish we could have watched together."
  • "It's best if I resume my life inside my bedroom."
  • "Nothing's gonna bring them back."
  • "Didn't I tell you not to go out?"
  • "Didn't I say the world was cruel?"
  • "What I did wrong?"
  • "Can we just go home and forget this dreadful night?"
  • "Then tell me how to act."
  • "Didn't you say that you'd protect me?"
  • "You are dead, in my eyes!"
  • "I hate you, go and die!"
  • "He's to blame!"
  • "There is nothing you need say."
  • "Sometimes I wanted to cry."
  • "I didn't know I'd love you so much, but I do..."
  • "Sometimes I'd stay up all night, wishing to God that I was the one who died."
  • "But you've already saved me, dear."
  • "And we will always have each other in our time of need..."
  • "_______, You're the world to me..."
Confession

I really like this guy who happens to be of mixed race ( black and white) … I’ve liked him for a while now and he is suppppeeerr handsome , and a lot of things he says I completely can relate to and he just seems sooo , how do I say it ? … like someone I match ? … yea that sounds right ! ….. But I cant help  but to feel that he won’t like me and that makes me feel extremely unworthy and not good enough. Every girl he’s ever showed interest in was either a white girl or a non black POC ) I know it may sound corny and not that serious , I know  , there are more important things to worry about , not men , but hey , Im human ………….  but it does hurt when you’re naturally attracted to someone and you slowly come to realize that they wont like you b/c of skin color  (smh)   … sometimes I get mad and extremely curious of how it feels to be that girl that a lot of  guys like ( white , some non black poc girls ) and to be adored  by all races of men ..  sometimes I feel its unfair that sometimes black girls have to go the extra mile (mentally and physically) to try and appeal to men in general , when other races can just be who they are ….  I see white girls  and other non black poc  and they can be so worry  free and just LIVE and not have to think about some of the stuff black girls go through ( our men being killed  , systematic oppression , racism , how society sees our hair  ,  haa and it goes on)  .. I sometimes see them hanging with their friends or dates with their boyfriends ( I dont have a bf currently)  and I get jealous because their guys seem to genuinely care about them and they look so happy … then I think of myself and how I grew up with guys not liking me … guys calling me ugly , not being adored …. I feel like I cant be soft , girly and confident like those girls , b/c most times they werent called ugly by guys .. they were/are  SOUGHT after because they have the long hair and fair skin that we’ve been brainwashed to think is the most beautiful … and because of that , they can be confident ,girly, soft (because guys and other people most times want and prefer THEM   ) ,  not have to be hard , not have to argue all the time , and not feel like the world is against them because they dont have to deal with things we deal with  (not all but a lot of them) … but me , I feel like I have to be strong , I feel like I have to be tough , like the world is against me ….. I would love to be girly ,  soft and sweet but I feel like no one is going to get anything done BUT ME because I grew up w/o a dad , guys didnt like me, made me feel disgusting  , so I can’t rely on them , and I dont always feel beautiful and pretty because (once again)  the hate guys showed me growing up is still in me ( even tho I think I look OK now ) .. those memories are still there  …. so when I think about that guy I like , I feel right , I feel good , and warm inside  … but then those dark , doubtful thoughts creep in me  “ you’re not good enough , he doesn’t even like black girls , you’re not girly enough , how can i compete with becky with the “good hair ” ,   your too independent  , will you be too mentality strong for him , he likes white girls , he wont want you  “ … and then I just conclude that it wont  work and just forget about it

I used to be a woman.
I used to walk alone at night.
I used to be that woman, clenching her keys, peering at her own shadow in front just to see if someone’s following and heart racing whenever a man would go in the same direction.

And I know that one day
I will be that man walking behind.
And I’ll know exactly how those women’ll feel.
But I’ll be that man, walking home, not sure if I should walk faster to pass her by or not and I’ll feel horrible because I’ll know this noise I hear is from her reaching down and clenching her keys.

And it scares me. 
To be seen as a man.
Because I know how it is.

There’s nothing I can do.
I am sorry. 

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Krystal 
Klovers younger sister by six years (she is 13 here).  She lost her hearing when she was 5 years old and had a very hard time at first, throwing tantrums because no one understood her, and because she could no longer hear her parents voices.  Klover knew what he had to do (being as brainy as he is) and studied sign language then taught Krystal as well as the rest of the family when he knew what he was teaching was correct.  She is much stronger now and doesn’t let this hold her back as it once did.  
She loves to play turf war with her family and on her own.  In order to help her in battle since she cant hear most attacks, she uses the bomb sensor as one of her abilities and also loves to use the killer wail as her special because it sends a rush in her body when she sets it off.