aaand i took this one while i was setting them up

anonymous asked:

Wait what is this story about colin baker in the woods, you can't just say that and leave us hanging

 oh god, okay… this is a fairly long story that colin baker relates in the dvd commentary for mark of the rani, i will be paraphrasing it but i’m pretty certain i remember all the major details because i was laughing SO hard the first time i heard it

first of all you have to know that mark of the rani was filmed on location in this particular village and the public woods surrounding it, and also that the weather was being rather inconsistent on this one day. it kept raining and then the rain would stop again, so every time the rain shifted, the whole filming crew would immediately jump up and run between two locations – for continuity reasons, because they were alternately filming one scene where it needed to be raining and one where it was sunny

so they’re doing this scene where the doctor is tied up and hanging from a pole like so:

it’s super uncomfortable to be actually hanging from a pole by one’s wrists and ankles for multiple takes of a scene, so the crew built some kind of contraption to make it easier on him… it was basically a metal frame-like thing that was hidden under his jacket and pants, supporting his back so that he wouldn’t actually be straining his wrists, i guess? at any rate, the downside of this was that this thing took a LONG time to set up, so it wasn’t possible to UNTIE him from the pole in between takes, so they just kind of. set him down on the ground. during the moments when they weren’t filming

anyways, in the middle of this situation with the intermittent weather, at some point it starts raining and the director calls for everyone to go to the other current filming location!! everyone is rushing about trying to get the cameras and props and people over there as quickly as possible (because you never know when the rain will change again) and in all of this hullaballoo they somehow manage to

forget colin baker on the ground

(actually he said that he sort of noticed them leaving him behind but was initially hesitant to say anything, thinking “surely i’m just missing something and they’ll come get me in a moment” and then by the time he fully realized he was left behind, they were too far out of earshot for him to say anything)

so he’s just like. well. i’ll just wait. and they’ll figure it out soon enough

he lies there tied to this pole for a good ten minutes or so until he hears someone coming down the path

but it is not the film crew, because these are PUBLIC WOODS they are filming in. it’s a random middle-aged couple walking their dog. and the dog comes running up to colin baker (who is a little ways off of the main path) and sniffing him and barking

and the couple just … look at him, tied to the pole on the ground… he said he could tell that they didn’t recognize him as being dr. who, so god knows what they thought about his COAT

he looks at them

there is a deeply awkward silence in which he doesn’t know what he could possibly say about the situation of him being TIED TO A POLE IN THE WOODS and they are clearly being TOO POLITE AND PROPER AND BRITISH-Y to bring it up

eventually one of them is like “nice weather today isn’t it” and he’s like “er yes quite” and they just keep going and leave him lying there on the ground tied to the pole

he just stays there for another twenty minutes or so until FINALLY he sees one of the camera crew running back to get him while yelling “COLIN OH MY GOD WE’RE SO SORRY”

…aaand that is the colin baker tied to a pole in the woods story, more or less as related by colin baker himself, aka my all time favorite thing that ever happened behind the scenes of doctor who!! ACTOR DVD COMMENTARIES ARE SO WORTH WATCHING, KIDS


Another submission! Hiii Raven! I re read the whole Tickle Monster thing and thought I should write it, as I just reeeaallly like the idea.
Hope you like it!

Prompt: Jack targets Mark in Dead By Daylight, and manages to kill him early in the game. Little does he know, he’s created a monster out of him by doing so.

Jack cackled close to the mic, the others groaning and chuckling nervously.

“Jack, whatcha ya doooin?” Bob asked, hiding his uneasiness in a playfully chipper voice.

“I’m invisible! Aaand Stalking someooone. And It Could Be Any Of You.”
Jack growled. He smiled as the others murmured in slight fear.

“I bet it’s me.” Mark chimed, “He can’t resist taking a sneak peak at my hot ass!”

The others laughed, Jack pouting at Mark ruining the tension. Ding Ding!


Jack laughed manically as Mark’s character began running away, upon quick realisation he was right. SLASH! Mark yelled again as his poor character got smashed, jumping through a window quickly.

“Get back here Markipoooo, I ain’t finished with ya!”

Wade chuckled, “Keep distracting him with your ass! me and Bob will deal with the generators!”

“Shut it Wade! AH!”

Mark hastily changed direction as Jack came storming around a corner, narrowly missing a hit.





Wade and Bob laughed at the somewhat violent flirtation, one accidently exploding a generator while doing so. Mark jumped through another window, pretending to go one way then quickly swapping direction when seeing Jack go the same way. He hobbled to a closet, hiding just before Jack passed through.

“Where oh where has that delicious boo-tay gone?”

Mark laughed, mostly out of nerves.
“You’ll never catch me now! I’m completely gone! Ran right out of that place!”

“Oh really? So, you aren’t crying somewhere?”

Mark’s heart skipped a beat- he forgot injured people sobbed in closets. He watched, helpless, as Jack opened the door to his hiding spot.

“Time to come out the closet Mark! We knew you were gay as fuck anyway!”

“NOOO! Why do you target me you potato bastard?!”

“Because he wants that ass, Mark, I’d think you’d know by now.”

“You’re not helping, BOB!”

Unknown to Mark, Bob had actually helped. While trying to find something witty to say in the conversation, Jack walked the killer right into a tree. This gave Mark just enough time to wiggle free before being set on a hook. Mark set to running for cover, hollering in temporary triumph. Jack howled out in frustration, resetting his sights on catching his boyfriend once more.

“Oooh, this ass too good for yooou!”

“I WILL have that arse! Your glorious arse is mine, I won’t rest til I have it!”

“Haha, I can see Mark running away from Jack! Bob get off the generator and look at them!”

“No! Wade! Get ON the generator and hurry up! If I die and you both don’t escape I’m blaming Jack AND you!”

“I can live with that- Wait don’t come this way!”

“Hurry up with the generator, Wade, or Jack might come after your ass!”

“Nah, I’m getting a perfect view of my fave ass from chasing yooou, Mark.”

“Stop Targetting Me!!”

“Why would I do that if it’s irritating you~?”

“That’s a good poin-”


Mark ran through the area Bob and Wade resided in. Bob got off the generator and run by Wade’s side, but despite the easy pickings they could have been, Jack carried on charging towards Mark, slowly gaining on him.

“OH COME ON! You could have got them, this is so unfa- NOOOOOOO!!”

Jack laughed as he hit him, picking up the fallen body to put on a hook.

“Swiggit swooty, I got the boo-tay!”


Mark raged, the violent tapping on his keyboard proving his anger true. Even more unfortunately for Mark, a hook hung nearby and he was quickly stabbed through one, ready for in-game sacrifice.

“Waaade! Boooob! Heeeelpp!!!”

“No one can save you! Now I can finally get a piece of dat ass!”

“Oh my god Stop.”

“You’re the one who said you had a nice ass in the first place!”

“Correction, I said Hot ass. HOT. And I didn’t hear aaaanyone disagree so. There.”

“Ok sure but lemme watch you struggle.”

The long spider legs generated forth, Mark groaning in frustration as he started to mash the keyboard once more.


“Boy we wish we could but it seems your ever so loyal boyfriend won’t leave your side.

“Uuugh! Jack! Go away, stop camping, that’s lame!”

“Yeah, it is, but it’s annoying you so guess what I’m gonna do.”

“Go away?”


“Dammit! DAMMIT!”

Mark pushed himself away from the computer, throwing his hands up in the air to show how done he was.

“Mwah hahahaha! One down, two to go!”

“Well, we have three to go generator wise so good luck with that!”
Wade interjected. Mark scoffed in reply.
“so you only got two during all that? Really? I think you and Bob are the ones who needs luck right now.”

“Hahaha! You can’t stop me! I’ll kill you all!”

Jack cackled manically, setting out to look for his next victim.

“You monster!” Bob gasped dramatically.

Mark’s sat up straight. Monster.


“… You monster?”

“Brilliant! Bob you’re brilliant!”

“Oh well thank you.”

“Why is Bob brilliant?“ A confused Wade questioned, “Did he find another generator?”

“No, he has given me an idea!”

“Mark with an idea? That dangerous!” Jack snickered.

“You’ll regret that! Just like you’ll regret killing me!”

“I’m confused, how are you supposed to help us when you’re dead?”

Mark leaned into the mic dramatically. “You’ll see.” and with that, he left his room.

There was a moment of silence among the others. Then…

“Heya Wade, is that you?”


Mark creeped down the hall, peering into Jack’s room. He had his eyes glued to the screen, a shit-eating grin on his face. Mark crept forward, hand curled like claws, teeth flashing in a dangerous grin. He was nearly upon Jack.


Mark froze, fearing Jack had seen his in the camera.

“Oh, Wade, I have the prettiest hook friend, they’d love to meet you!”

Phew. Mark took one last step forward hands at the ready to strike, waiting for the perfect moment. He watched Jack hook Wade, noticing Bob in the background, unnoticed by the Irish who had his sights on smacking Wade.

“Haha, got another! Hey Maaark, did ya see that?”

“Oh, I saw.”

Jack gasped, but before he could turn around Mark dug their hand into his sides. Jack let out an ear-ringing shriek, dissolving into panicked cackling. His hands left the keyboard, shooting to Mark’s arms in a futile attempt to pull them off. Mark called out.

“Bob, quick, get Wade off the hook! This monster is being held hostage by an even more horrifying monsteerr! The Tickle Monster~!”

From the headphones, knocked to Jack’s (Slighty pinker than usual) neck, Mark heard Bob laughing and saw him running to Wade’s aid on screen. Mark smiled. This was pretty funny; Mark was getting revenge in a very petty and ironic manner.


“I thought I was an ass! A fine ass!”


“Well you’re an ass with a fine-eeeh I won’t go on.”

He winked at the camera, hand moving to Jack’s tummy. Jack let out a yelp, kicking out on instinct and eyes shutting tight as he laughed louder and more hysterically. Mark smiled, drilling his thumbs along the bottom of Jack’s ribs while scratching ruthlessly at his poor tum. Too quiet for the camera, he murmured into Jack’s ear.

“The tickle monster says if you stop being such a rude, mean monster to our friends he’ll stooop~”

He chuckled softly as he watched Jack’s face erupt in dark blush. His one true weakness, the tickle monster. He’s so cute.


Whoops. Look like he said it out loud. Eh, more fuel for those shippers. He went back to a whisper.

"Let us win, it’s the least you could do for your dear strong boy… The tickle monster~”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!”

“Ah, I see, you want me to use my voice for something else~”


Mark giggled, leaning down and settling a kiss to Jack’s neck. Then another. And another, and another and another and another. Jack leaned away, dissolving into giggles. His gentle giggling quickly went hysterical as Mark started kneading his hips, the merciless bastard. Jack wiggled his hips, throwing his head back as he succumbed to the tickling.
Mark huffed a chuckle, knowing how much Jack was enjoying himself. The adorable irish mess loved a little laughter. And a lot of laugher. Mark glanced at the computer screen. While Wade and Bob had taken the chance to heal and do all the generators, they had obviously gotten bored and started dancing around the motionless brute that had previously hooked Mark to death. Mark huffed at them.

“Bob, Wade, stop trying to sacrifice Jack and get out of there!”

Jack opened an eye, realising the situation. Without thinking he lurched forward, tapping the necessary buttons. The monster onscreen hit Bob, Who yelled in surprise and took to running away. Jack reached forward, trying to retake control over the game, but Mark pulled him back, hands digging into his right side.



“I’ve been deafened, now I’ll need to learn sign language, thanks Jack.”

Jack took no notice of the small voices coming out of his headphones. They were drowned out by his hysterical laughter anyway. He was in ticklish agony. His whole body buzzed as Mark’s skilled fingers drilled into his side, and the fact Mark was blowing noisy raspberries into his neck was no help. The sheer intensity of the tickling was enough to drive Jack insane. He desperately pushed at the strong arms incasing him, but they would not budge. He thrashed and kicked but Mark wouldn’t move.
The chair did though.

“Oh god, they died didn’t they.”

“Well Bob, at least we won the game.”

“Eh, without a monster chasing us it loses purpose. Hearing Jack being tortured was pretty funny though.”

“Too bad they died.”

Mark got up, hand on the mic. Giggles could still be heard, but they were quietened by the exhaustion after a tickle attack.

“We’re fine! No one died.”

“Sometimes I can still hear Mark’s voice.”

“Woow Bob. I’m not dead. Jack toppled the chair trying to escape my clutches.”

“You mean the Tickle Monster’s clutches! Of all things to fear, Jack, of all things to fear.”

“Wade, you can’t say much, you were begging me to stop when I got you in the Don’t Laugh challenge.”

“I no longer judge you, Jack, I no longer judge you.”

Mark chuckled, then helped a smiling, wary Jack up.

“I fooking hate ya.”

“You love my sweet ass though, right?”

“That’s the only redeeming quality about you, I swear.”

“Well your redeeming quality is how sensitive you are~ And how red your face gets when that’s pointed out… And your adorable need to hide your fac-”

“YES! OK! We get it, you’re an absolute douchebag! You can stop now.”

“Yes, but it annoys you so guess what I’m gonna do?”
Mark’s mocking voice and shit eating grin was the last straw for Jack.

“Take a fooking BAYTIN!!”

With that, Jack leaped at Mark, the shocked, darked haired man yelling out before breaking out in deep, melodious laughter, Bob and Wade groaning and deciding amongst themselves to cut the video short. The two dorks forgot about the game, wrapped up in each other as they playfully fought, not aware and not worried of the still recording camera. Mark was right, plenty of fuel for the shippers.


it’s a Somva Christmas fic

This fic was written for and inspired by my friend’s super cute drawings 

wait a sec she took a line from this for her comic omg

♪ …neomuneomu meotjeo nuni nuni busheo

sumeul mot shwigesseo tteollineungeol

Gee Gee— ♪


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“Aaand jilgohun Christmas bonoseyo ! Welcome to my super special Christmas stream!” As if to prove her festive spirit, the streamer moved her head back far enough to reveal a red headband adorned with reindeer antlers. The thousands of viewers who had been exchanging festive greetings took notice and began commenting on the headgear.

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Didn’t Mean It (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Request: rozasalavisa said:

Hi queen! I have a Remus request! Like he says something that hurts you because he’s not feeling well but after he realizes what he did he hates himself and can’t even look you in the eye so you end up going to him? It’s OK if you don’t wanna do it!

A/N: So I changed it to Fred hope its okay! Also, different things hurt all of us, so I tried to personalize it the most. And in this one, you can include what you are most insecure about, as everyone’s insecurities are different.

Didn’t Mean It (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Originally posted by mitten

Christmas time was right around the corner and you couldn’t wait. You couldn’t wait to spend it with your boyfriend Fred, your friends, your family. You couldn’t wait to drink hot cocoa, listen to jolly music, dress up cozily, play in the snow.

You found yourself in the middle of another daydream while you were supposed to be working on something. Suddenly, a warm pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“Hey love.” Fred’s voice says into your ear.

“Hi Freddie.” He took a seat behind you so that your back was leaning against his chest.

“Watcha working on?” he asked.

“A list of Christmas presents I have to get.”

“Aaand is my name somewhere on that list?” he peers over your shoulder.

“Yours? Of course not I barely know you!” you joke.

He switches position, and now his head is leaning on your legs, preventing you from keeping on writing.

“Hey stop it, this is uncomfortable” you giggle.

“You always sit on me!” Fred protests.

“Cause I’m not a half-giant.” You joke.

“Are you calling me fat?” Fred says, faking being hurt.

“You know what I mean, you’re so tall. Anyway, I am getting you something for the holidays, something amazing. Can you get off of me now?”

“Fine.” He sits up, grabs your waist, picks you up and sits you down in between his legs. Your head lays comfortably on his chest as his arms wrap around your stomach.

“I can sit like this all day.” You grin up at him.

“I know I am the best couch ever. Hey Y/N, wanna help George and I throw a Christmas party?”

“One condition. I get a kiss.” You joke. At this, he flips you onto your back and starts lathering your face with kisses. You start giggling, he was so cute, like a puppy who always wanted to lick your face.


The music boomed loudly throughout the common room, making your insides vibrate. There was booze, food, you were pretty proud of the party you helped set up.

You chatted with your friends, and was having a wonderful time. There were lights everywhere, you were wearing a warm velvety red dress and George had lit some small red and green fireworks.

All of a sudden, you hear a booming laugh coming from behind you. You turn around, and see Fred with Lee, both of them obviously wasted and drunk as hell.

“Yo I don’t get it. How are you and Y/N so stable? You should get her angry from time to time, get a little challenge you know?”

“Haha how, I tell her that she’s (something you’re insecure about)?”

At this, your face falls. He knows that that was something that you hated about yourself, that you constantly tried to change. He knew that that was your biggest insecurity, that that thing crushed your self-confidence and self-love. How can he say that. You let out a sob and run out of the common room.


“Haha how, I tell her that she’s (something you’re insecure about)?”

Oh shit. Somewhere in my conscience that is not mulled by alcohol, tells me that what I said was wrong. I turn around and see Y/N running out the common room. Turning to my right, I grab a Sobering Potion, something that every party thankfully has and down it. My eyes come back into focus and a pain hits me. Fuck. How could I say that? About the one I love, the one I need. How can I just let slip such a thing? A thing that wrecked Y/N. A thing that I constantly comforted Y/N about. A thing that I always tell her doesn’t matter and I disregard it totally and I love her for who she is? How can I say that ruins the self-confidence she built?

I run out after her and see her standing beside a window, looking out. That’s what she does when she’s upset, she look out towards the sky and tries to think how small her problems are compared to the whole Universe. That’s what I admire about her. She has that way of thinking. I can’t help but stare in awe, the moonlight lighting her up and showing every beautiful inch of her, every fucking beautiful inch of Y/N.

“Y/N?” I whisper.

I walk up to her and sit down beside her.

I see her holding out her wrist in front of her, staring hardy at her tattoo that says “love yourself first.” She got that a little while ago, when she had finally learned to love herself and wanted a permanent reminder of that on her.

“Oh god Y/N. I’m so sorry. How can I have said that? Oh god I hate myself right now. I loathe myself right now.” I spat out that last sentence in disgust with myself.

“Fred it’s okay I know you didn’t mean it.”

“No seriously. How sick of a monster am I to just have blurted that out?”

“Fred, you’re not a monster. You were drunk and just out of it. It’s fine really.”

“I can’t forgive myself.” And I run out.



It has been 2 days since the party. You were fine. No, actually you were. You had spent so many years learning to stop hating yourself, that nobody can tarnish your self-love. You had fought so hard against your own insecurities and won, so no one can take away that victory. You were more worried about Fred. He was so guilty. He didn’t dare speak to you and for 2 days, every time you went somewhere he was, he’d stare at the ground rather at your face. It was enough. You wanted your beautiful boyfriend back. (When I mean beautiful, I mean internally because I strongly believe that what’s outside doesn’t matter shit compared to what’s inside.)

“Hey George you seen your brother?”

“Yeah he’s in the dorm again. That’s what he’s been doing for the past 2 days, sleeping and muttering “I should not have said that”.”

(K this is another author’s note. I know this part isn’t too funny but I couldn’t help it. Remember when in the first movie, Hagrid always blabbling about the Stone and he’s always like “I should not have said that”. Hehehhe. Okay that wasn’t even funny, back to the story.)

You thank him, and make your way to the Gryffindor common room. Climbing up the stairs to his dorm, you wonder what you’re going to say to comfort him.

“Hey Freddie.” You whisper, seeing him. He’s wearing his favorite hoodie, lying in bed, eyes puffy.


You take off your cloak and climb into his bed, smiling at the sudden warmth.

“I’m so sorry-

“I know. And it’s completely fine trust me. I’ve worked so hard on loving myself and I know you were drunk and didn’t mean it.”

“I fucking love you Y/N.”

“I know.” You smirk. “And I love you too.”

And you fall asleep in his arms, as he watches you gently. How he found such a strong amazing girl, he’d never know.

So, this imagine is really close to my heart, because I’ve been hating myself all my life, but only recently I’ve been starting to love myself. You should really do it too. Beauty is only skin-deep and society’s standards of beauty are crap. Utter bullshit. If you guys want to share your insecurities, I’d love to know em. Mine is my body. I don’t have big boobs or a butt or anything and Ive been putting myself down for 13 years on being too skinny. The I realized that if I’m a beautiful person inside, no one’s gonna give a shit if i got cleavage or not. So, the one thing i want you to remember out of this, love yourself first.

Lucifer Morningstar X Reader: Thundering Hearts.

Notes: This one-shot was requested by anon. My first Lucifer one. I am sorry if it’s shit. I had to try to write a Lucifer one though.


It was already starting to get dark outside when you got the text from Lucifer. You already knew what the text would be about. Ever since he hired you as his personal stylist, he would constantly ask you for advice. You would go shopping for clothes for him and he would join you every single time, he loved to wear Prada, which you found funny considering he is named Lucifer. During the many shopping sprees he would constantly try to flirt with you or draw your attention to him. You laughed it off or ignored his flirting, this was your job after all and you knew he loved to flirt with a lot of women. He was always trying to find ways to get to see you or talk to you, calling you to ask if a certain jacket would go well with a certain pair of pants.

This time he texted you and asked if you could come to Lux for a fitting appointment. He needed an outfit for a big event that he had planned for tomorrow. You left the dinner you had prepared for yourself untouched and got ready to go to Lux.

Whilst driving the weather seemed to go from a dry and warm evening to a rainy and cold one. It took you 40 minutes to drive to Lux and the weather only seemed to get worse every minute.

When you arrived the first party-goers were already lining up outside, some of them trying to convince the bouncer to let them in. You pull up your car and walk up to the entrance, the bouncer nods and let’s you in. You walk down the stairs to the bar where you see Maze, you two seem to get along quiet well. She notices you and calls you over.

“He can’t seem to get dressed anymore without your help it seems. What does he need you for this time?” A grin spreading accros her face.

“Hey Maze. So it seems. He wants me to help him pick an outfit for an important event tomorrow apparantly.”

Maze rolls her eyes. “Oh, that. Hey listen, can’t you pick something horrible for him to wear?” she smiles mischievously.

You shake your head trying to look serious but failing “ Maze..”

“Oh come on, he would wear anything if you told him how sexy he looked in it.”

You laughed and shook your head “No Maze, I like my job and i’d rather not get fired. Sorry.”

“He would never fire you. If he did then he would have to come up with another way to get your attention.”

“I don’t doubt that he would. I’d better get going. Nice talking to you, Maze.”

“Good luck.” She winked at you.

You get up from the bar chair and start making your way to Lucifer’s penthouse. You press the elevator button and wave at the small security camera to let him now it’s you. The doors go open and you step inside. When the elevator doors open again you see Lucifer standing, holding 2 glasses in his hand.

“Ah! Finally you’re here. Wine? ” He walks over to you and offers you a glass.

You take the glass from his hands “Thank you. So what kind of  big event do you need an outfit for ?” taking a sip from the wine,

“Oh yes, well. Do you remember when I told you about me working for the LAPD ?”

You nod “ Yeah, you told me your were helping Detective Decker.”

“Exactly. So you do pay attention to me other then to my clothes.” here he goes again.

“You hired me for your clothes, Lucifer.” You sigh.

“Yes, yes. Boring. Now, the detective and I are investigating the murder on a ex-sport star who had set up a charitable foundation. Now I have decided to hold a charity event, here in Lux, for the foundation.” he explains enthousiastic.

“So you need an outfit for this charity event ? No problem. Let’s go and try some clothes on.” You walk past him to his dressing room.

“Or off.” he smoothly blurts out.

You roll your eyes, you knew he would flirt with you again, he always does. It’s not like you are not interested, it just makes it hard for you to stay professional. You loved your job, and a big part of that was because you loved spending time with Lucifer. When he wasn’t constantly flirting with you , you two could talk for hours and he actually listened to what you had to say.

You enter the dressing room, and by now you already know where you could find the different pieces of clothing. You open the closet which contained his tuxedo jackets.

“So, what look are you going for ?” You ask while looking at the many different jackets.

“Well, I want a look that says ‘hot and generous’, or just generous. I have the hot part covered.” He smirks while motioning at himself.

You smile and shake your head, while taking out a black tuxedo jacket and walk over to where he’s standing. You hold it up in front of him.

“Perfect. You should wear this with a white shirt and a black pair of pants. But something’s missing.” You walk to another closet and open it while Lucifer puts on the jacket.

“Got it!” You say and take a black bow tie from his closet. “Come closer.” you say.

“Ooh gladly.” He walks to you and you start helping him to put on his bow tie. He looks at you with amusement. When you finished putting it on, you stand behind him and you put your hands on his shoulders, making him turn around to face the mirror.

“What do you think?” You ask him.

He takes a couple of poses while checking himself out in the mirror then turns to you.

“What do you think ?“ he fires back the question and he stands up straight.

You can’t help but smile, you knew he would ask you. He always does. “I think you look very handsome. Aaand generous of course.Very classy.”.

A big smile appears on his face, and you realise this is the first time you told him he was handsome.  

“Handsome, huh? Well, in that case, I shall gladly wear this outfit for the event tomorrow. You never cease to amaze me.”  

You walk out of the dressing room, trying not to blush and Lucifer follows you.

“Hey, uhmm.. It’s getting late, I should be heading home. Good luck tomorrow at the–” Before you could finish your sentence, the very loud sound of thunder could be heard and it made the large windows of the penthouse shake. The sound made you jump, you were never a big fan of thunderstorms, truthfully, you hated them. Lucifer noticed your reaction.

“Bloody hell, Someone’s throwing a fit again it appears. Listen, you don’t have to drive home through this weather, you can stay here if you’d like.” A worried expression on his face.

You shake your head “ No, thank you Lucifer, i’ll be fi-” another loud thunder makes you jump again.

Lucifer walks over to you and puts a hand on your back “I would feel personally responsible if anything would happen to you. Please stay here, at least until the weather gets better.” He pleaded and you gave in.

“Okay, i’ll stay on one condition.”

Lucifer looks at you questioning. “And what would that be?”

“I want pizza, I was going to have dinner before you asked me to come here. I’m starving.”

“It’s a deal. So, what should we do to keep ourselves occupied in the meantime?”

“We could watch some movies? “

You both go to sit on the couch in front of his big TV. You start searching for good movies, you ask if Lucifer has any preferences, he wants you to pick the movie so you decide to watch The Avengers.

During the movie you remarked how the actors were hot and out of the corner of your eyes you could see him rolling his eyes, and you tried your hardest not to laugh. He was jealous. After the movie ended you two started talking. First about the event tomorrow, but after a while it became more personal, you talk about your familly and Lucifer openend up about his. You always saw him as someone who could not take anything serious. But the more he revealed, the clearer it was that he   felt rejected by his familly. You could see the hurt in his eyes even though he tried to hide it with jokes or he brushed it off like it was nothing. Out of nowhere you hugged him. Wanting to make him feel better, to let him know that he was not alone. And maybe, maybe because you were starting to feel something for him. At first Lucifer freezes, not enterily sure what to do. But then he wrapped his arms around you as well. You stayed like that for while, just enjoying the genuine moment. You broke the hug and curled up next to him on the couch, leaning on his shoulder. After a while you started to feel tired and when you looked up to Lucifer you could see that he had fallen asleep. A smile spread across your face as you rose up and planted a kiss on his cheeck. You layed your head back on his shoulder, and soon enough you were sleeping as well.

Lucifer however, was awake now and his heart was racing from the moment your lips touched his cheeck.

Valentine’s Day

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), Tony and Rhodey brotp, Steve and Bucky brotp, a bit of WinterFalcon (Sam x Bucky), mentions of Pepper x Happy, Maria x Rhodey, Avengers

summary: It is Valentine’s Day and Tony and Steve decide to spend the day away from each other, but still with people close to their hearts.

length: 5 962 words

a/n: okay, so this was written for my dA, but decided to post it here too, as we need more friendship fics around here! that being said, the fic is set in a timeline where Steve and Tony are already married. aaand the fic has a little bit of ticklish!Tony, because ticklish!Tony is my love. and a lot of friendly banters between friends. yes, I am a low key WinterFalcon shipper. have a happy Valentine’s day, cherish your lovers, friends and family and remember to be good to yourself today!! watch the movie you like, eat a whole chocolate bar, and remember that your Stony Queen loves you all!!


Valentine’s Day

They were standing at the Stark Industries private airport, wind whooshing around them, tousling their hair in every direction. Steve had to squint his eyes to protect them from the wind, and Tony only grinned unnervingly, his eyes safe behind his beloved Matsuda sunglasses.

They were going to say goodbye. And it was never easy.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Steve asked, in a quiet, calm voice, closely looking at his husband’s face, trying to spot any hesitation or uncertainty.

Tony’s grin twitched and became bigger, while his eyes turned a bit softer, not reflecting the cheeky grin. Only Tony was capable of doing that. “I’m sure,” he confirmed, his voice soft and loving.

Steve drew eyebrows together, looking worried. It would be the first Valentine’s day they spend separately, since they became a couple. Not that they had planned something special. It was a day, like everyday, and small gifts and cute gestures were not obligatory, but welcomed, together with a movie marathon. Seemed that this year, Steve would miss watching Tony covertly sobbing while watching “Wall-E”. 

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anonymous asked:

I'm going to take you up on the offer of prompting a continuation of the christmas fake date fic, with Bucky's POV. It would be really nice to get to see their first real date/kiss at New Years. So if you ever feel inspired to write that, well, I know I'd love to see it at least! ~ R

Renting in the New Year 

Bucky believed in love at first sight. He knew for a fact it was real, because he kept fucking doing it. What he didn’t believe in was Happily Ever After.

He’d been in love with Steve Rogers from the first instant he’d seen him, freshman year of high school. Steve, tall, blonde, perfect, smart, talented, artistic. Head of the debate team. The Captain of the football team (the Patriots, and DAMN didn’t that boy look fine in his football uniform?) who’d taken it on himself to make the new kid from Indiana feel welcome. Bucky didn’t have a prayer. He’d nursed a crush and then when Steve had finally taken him up on an offer (Steve knew Bucky was queer, everyone knew Bucky was queer, he’d been flirting with Steve for years without expectations) Bucky’d said goodbye to his heart and given it over to Steve without reservation. 

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Everything I write is turning out to be a phanfiction. Help.

This is sort-of a sequel to Who Is He? but it can be read alone

Summary: Phil persuades non-youtuber!Dan to go on the radio show with him and fluffiness ensues.

Word count: 2009 haha yes coincidence much?

Warnings: not edited, but I think that’s it… 

Dan and Phil were lying on the couch in browsing positions, Dan always said he was going to be crippled by the time we was 25.

“Hey Dan” Phil began “have you seen the Phan tag on tumblr?”

Dan shook his head, bemused. “What’s a Phan?” he asked

“Phan is now our ship name” Phil replied, giggling

Dan laughed. “I never imagined I’d end up dating someone famous enough to have a ship name”

Phil shrugged noncommittally, he didn’t consider himself famous. He turned his laptop screen around so Dan could see. They scrolled for a good two hours, stuck between marvelling at how fast and talented they all were, and being slightly creeped out because there were a few… interesting drawings, to say the least.

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Regency AU Update

The full fic is probably not going to happen. The more I plotted it out, the more I realized that this would be novel huge. Series huge, even. With all the other writing projects I have, it would be a month+ between chapters which is absolutely insane for the readers. 

HOWEVER! Once my life settles a little bit, I could write drabbles within the Regency world based on what scenes you want and prompts, etc. 

Below the cut, I’m going to include the bulk of ideas I (and others) had for this world. (There is a credits section in the sidebar if you’d like to see who contributed)

The ideas are kind of a jumbled mess since that’s kind of how I plot and write but hopefully it won’t be too difficult to get through. I tried to keep things at least a little organized.

It’s long and it’s only a part of what I had in mind so… consider yourself warned. 

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on an evening in late summer

Summary: ebonynightwriter wanted Mako + Mom fic and I caved
Word Count: 2600
A/N: unfridge ALL the dead moms. also, 2.6k words in two days? say it ain’t so


Naoki tears damp clothing off the clotheslines, piling shirts and trousers and coats onto her arm, and hopes her neighbors will forgive her. The courtyard of the tenement building is crisscrossed with clotheslines, bowing in shallow curved lines towards the cobblestones under the weight of laundry. The verandas are cast in dusky purple shadows and the wide square of sky above them is rosy pink; everything is awash in the quiet sound of the city settling into another warm summer night. She’s cleared out half the clotheslines when she decides that’s good for now, the space is big enough; and she spreads her neighbors’ laundry across the railings around the courtyard.

Now for the boys, who disappeared while she was pillaging the laundry, both of them barefoot and browned from long days in the sun. They’d been playing there by the water pump, flicking water at each other and giggling over some secret joke, and then they ran off to… somewhere.

Naoki stands in the middle of the courtyard and cups her hands around her mouth.


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Hey! I finally wrote a Stiles Stilinski imagine! It was supposed to be someone else but I figured I should change it to him instead. It’s really short, sorry :/ R/N stands for Random Name cos I couldn’t think of a better name. This took place before he and Malia dated. Aaand this is his point of view. Enjoy!

“Psst” She ignored it for the hundredth time. “Pssssst!” She finally turned around, giving me a look. “I love youuu” I grinned and she rolled her eyes playfully. “Will you cut that out? I’m trying to finish our project here”She said. “When are we gonna get married?” I asked. “What the hell are you talking about? Getting married? We’re not even together” she laughed, getting back to her laptop. “Well, we’re obviously perfect for each other” she looked at me. “You sure about that?” she raised a brow. “Yeah! We’re best friends, how are we not?” I rested my chin on my hand while she shook her head, laughing silently.

That’s Y/N. She’s my best friend alongside Scott. She’s really beautiful. Not just the outside, but the inside as well. She may look tough but she’s actually really nice. And smart. She’s there for me when I have panic attacks and anxiety issues. She comes over when she heard I’m not feeling really great. She’s just genuine- she’s Y/N L/N. Those were the reasons why I fell for her. I really really love her. And I would do whatever it takes to protect her. Oh, and she’s also a werewolf, no big deal.

“Stiles, you have a girlfriend, stop. Scott’s our best friend, too. Are you trying to say you’d marry Scott?” She laughed. “But R/N is just… I’m honestly not happy with her” I sighed. “She’s sweet and funny. She’s also very pretty. How could you not?” She faced her laptop again. “I don’t know” I lied down on the sofa. Obviously because she’s not Y/N. “Then learn to love her. She really likes you and her friend really put such an effort for the set up. She’d be upset if you’d break up with her” She said. “It’s not that easy, Y/N” I I ran my fingers through my hair. “Hey, I’ve got an idea. Holidays are coming up, why don’t you ask her to go on a trip somewhere with you. Just the two of you. You’ll never know, you might just fall for her, Stiles” she shrugged. “Can I invite you and Scott?” I sat up. “I said just the two of you” she chuckled.

I sighed and lied back down. She looked at me with those beautiful eyes and sighed as she closed her laptop and forced me up. She held my hands on hers, saying “Please. Make her happy. All she’s been doing for you- it’s really sweet of her. You should go pay her back. And you might just love her the way she does”. She rubbed her fingers against my knuckles, giving me a reassuring smiled. “What if I don’t?” I asked. “I- it’s okay. You can simply tell her but give it a shot. Whatever happens, I’m here, alright? Scott and I are here for you” she cupped my cheek. I smiled at her weakly and pulled her in for a hug. “Thanks, Y/N” I said. “Any time, Stiles” she chuckled and pulled away.

“I should get going, someone might get berserk with me” she joked. She packed her things and I guided her to the front door. “Bye, Stiles. And please do take my advice” she placed a hand on my shoulder. “Sure will. Bye, Y/N” I gave her a quick hug. :Love you” she smiled before walking to her car. “Bye! Love you!” I exclaimed before closing the door.

Well, she dumped me. Right when I was about to ask her, R/N dumped me. She told me she couldn’t do it anymore- the only one keeping the relationship stable and all. I do feel bad, really. I should’ve treated her better. But I don’t really love her- I know that sounds blunt but I really do care for her. It’s just- she’s not Y/N. I can’t get her out of my head. Every time R/N and I kiss, she pops into my mind. She’s driving me insane. You know what? I’ll just tell her myself, I’m done with being just friends with her.

I went to Y/N’s house and knocked on her door. She swiftly opened it and smiled as she saw me. “Stiles, hey! Why are you here? D’you asked her already?” She asked. “R/N- she, uh, she broke up with me” I said, ashamed of myself. “Oh, Stiles. It’s alright” she hugged me and I returned it. She let me in her house. “Y/N, I was meaning to say this to you for years now. I-” I cut myself off as soon as I saw Scott, seated on her sofa. “Hey, Stiles!” He waved happily. “Hey. Uh, what’re you doing here?” I waved slightly. “You haven’t told him yet, have you?” Y/N asked him. “What?” I looked at the both of them, confused. “Y/N and I- we’re- we’re dating” Scott said. Then it hit me.

Of course. They’re perfectly perfect for each other. They’re very similar. Of course he fell for that smile. Laugh. Personality. He fell for her. I’m so oblivious. I’m such an idiot.

“That’s… overwhelming. Um, since when, exactly?” I breathed. “You know last Friday when you didn’t come for movie night for a project?” Scott asked. “Oh” I looked at my feet. “Why didn’t you guys tell me?” I looked up. “We were just finding the right time. I thought I’d tell you after your problem with R/N” Y/N answered. “Stiles, we’re sorry-” “No, it’s fine, I understand” I smiled weakly. “I know this is very sudden to you. I should’ve told you sooner. We really are sorry, Stiles” Y/N added. “No, I completely understand. It’s alright. I’ll just- I’ll see you guys on Monday” I started to walk to the door as I feel my eyes welling up with tears.

“Stiles!” Y/N and Scott ran after me outside. “What were you going to tell me?” She asked, her voice trembling. I stopped walking and said,

“It was nothing”

I waved my hand, not facing the, as I started running to my Jeep, hot tears streaming down my cheeks.

That’s it! I hope you liked it! Anyways,

See ya, shanks!

The Most Magical Place-part 4

Summary: Lucas and Riley spend a fun-filled magical week together when he and Ava accompany the Matthews on a trip to Walt Disney World.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

One more chapter to go after this, I think. Hope you enjoy!

Part 4

There was only one attraction left in Fantasyland that they hadn’t ridden, and that was where they’d headed after they left the movie. Passing by gift shops on one side and a Bavarian style restaurant on the other- the calliope from the carousel serenading them with the Mickey Mouse song along the way- they stopped outside the colorful turreted structure that housed the popular boat ride.

“Ah, no,” Lucas gave a mild groan of protest when saw what it was. “Do we really have to go on this one again? I just got that song out of my head from the last time we rode it. And it’s been an entire week!”

Riley laughed silently. “Maybe you and I could go do something else while they ride this,” she suggested with a soothing stroke of his chest.

“No deal,” Cory said stridently, nixing that plan. “If the rest of us have to suffer through it so do you,” he declared. “We’re a team.”

“Well then, maybe none of the team should do it,” Lucas proposed. “I’m telling you, that song is like voodoo or something. We should really protect the kids.” He nodded his head, as if convinced he was right.

“Stop,” Riley laughingly chided him with a swat.

At the same time, Ava proclaimed in argument, "I like the song!” As if to prove it, she started to sing. “IIIt’s a small world aaaf-ter all, iiit’s a small world…”

“Aaand there we go,” Topanga said dryly as the little girl kept singing the repetitive song.

“Just suck it up, dude,” Auggie told Lucas. “My woman wants to see the dolls. And if my woman ain’t happy…”

“Ain’t nobody happy,” the rest of them chimed ironically.

Amidst several chuckles, Ava cut off her song mid-note to smile at her young companion sweetly. Batting her eyes, she crooned, “You know me so well, Auggie-dog.”

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Sooo MSA fandom…are we done Freaking Out yet? OF COURSE WE’RE NOT

That being said, I was heavily inspired by the new video (and @squigglydigg​‘s love of Arthur) to write a little something-something. I’m not sure where this is going to go, or how long it’ll be, but here’s a start. It’ll be posted on AO3 later tonight, but for now it’s under the cut. Set directly after the events of Freaking Out

PS: I own nothing and no one. :’D

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Part II

Dammit!”, was the first thing you heard as you got out of the car, pine needles crunching under your boots. “I can’t believe you actually got her to come.”, Louis told Harry, while getting out his wallet. He handed a ten each to Liam, Zayn and Harry, of course.

You frowned. “I see how it is, Tommo, betting against me, huh? Not cool, man!”

Oh, come on, who are you trying to kid. You plus nature equals, well, nothing good.”

You glared at him, mostly because he was right, but you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

Harry, who knew how deadly that look could be, quickly interjected: “Well, it doesn’t matter, we’re all here now and that’s what’s important, right? So, let’s get started. Where are the tents?”

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anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve keeping very detailed and personal journals throughout his life. Someone comes across these journals and discovers just how good Steve is at hiding his depression/PTSD. Cue Steve/anyone confrontation and platonic comfort.

After Steve was thawed out of the ice, Pepper Potts took it upon herself to retrieve some of his personal effects from where the Smithsonian had been keeping them in storage.  She had been good friends with the curator for years, so when she called up asking after Captain America’s belongings, he told her she was more than welcome to collect his things.  The only items on display in the museum were of little sentimental value.  Most of what he’d left in the Brooklyn apartment had been boxed up by the SSR, and donated by Peggy Carter when she moved on to establish S.H.I.E.L.D.  The exhibit mainly consisted of wartime relics: propaganda posters and mission reports from Steve’s days with the Howling Commandos, and Steve had made it abundantly clear that none of that was important to him.  

“Here we are,” the assistant curator chirped, setting a dusty filing box on the table in front of Pepper.  “I guess there wasn’t much to the place besides the furniture,” she admitted apologetically.

“I’m sure he’ll be thrilled either way.”

“Well, we’re happy to have been able to hold onto these for him.”  

Pepper gave her a wry smile.  “A bit different from a museum’s usual mission, isn’t it?”

“Returning the artifacts wasn’t covered in my graduate program, no,” she laughed.  When the lid was lifted, it was clear nothing had been disturbed for quite some time.  No dust had gotten inside, and the tags denoting each item were yellowed, with elegant, faded handwriting.  Pepper imagined that they were old enough to have been written by Carter herself.  “Let’s see.”  The assistant curator carefully pulled a string of painted wooden beads from the box, letting them pool in the palm of her other hand.  “Mrs. Rogers’ rosary,” she read from the tag.  “Recovered from Captain Rogers’ rucksack.”

“Oh, he’ll definitely want that,” Pepper told her, and the woman placed it gently in the new box she’d brought over to send back to the tower.

“Aaand…there’s some recipe cards, his parents’ wedding rings, a copy of the Hobbit…”

“Yes to all of them.”

“Alright.  Some sketchbooks?”  Pepper’s eyebrows were the only thing that gave away her surprise.  She hadn’t know Steve was an artist.  He’d certainly never drawn anything when anybody else was around to see.

“Yes.  Please.”  Pepper took one of the offered notebooks and out of curiosity, opened it to a random page.  In the corner was a quick sketch of a woman with smile lines by her eyes and a familiar shape to her mouth.  Below that, he’d written “I wish she’d stayed like that forever.”

The next page was one of Bucky, in dirty work clothes with stooped shoulders.  “He says I ain’t a burden, but he’s carrying me anyway.”   Each sketch was dated and accompanied by what must’ve been the thought that prompted the drawing to begin with.  It wasn’t a sketchbook; it was a journal.  She flipped through a few more pages, before placing the book in the carton and picking up the next one.  It was clearly from the war, and as she got closer to the back of the book, the more she felt like she was no longer looking at observations, but depictions of a nightmare.  She closed the journal.  All of the others were packed up without being opened.

The next day, she left her hotel near the museum and headed to Steve’s apartment in D.C.  He was obviously surprised to see her, but smiled warmly anyway and took the box from her, offering a cup of coffee.

“So, what brings you to Washington, Miss Potts?” he asked.

“Oh, you sound like JARVIS.  My name is Pepper,” she told him.  “And I’m actually here to see you.”

“Oh?”  She could hear the wariness seep into his voice, hiding under the hospitality.

“Yes.  But just you, Steve.  The suit stays on the hanger, I promise.  I hope you don’t mind, but I have a friend at the Smithsonian, and I asked her for some of your stuff.”  Pepper patted the box on the table beside her.

“My stuff?”

“Some of the personal effects that Agent Carter had in SSR storage.  From your old apartment.”

“Oh,” he said quietly.  “Thank you.  You didn’t have to, really.”

“It was the least I could do.  I know this hasn’t been easy.”  She took a breath, steeling herself, and hoping she wasn’t about to ruin what trust he had in her.  “And I owe you an apology.  I…When we were sorting through your things, I came across some sketchbooks.  Or, at least, what I thought were sketchbooks, but they, um, looked privates so, I’m sorry for looking at them.  I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.”  He looked at her in surprise, and he was younger than her, she realized.  Captain America looked no older than the graduate students she worked with at Stark Industries, but she felt like she was about to receive a lecture from the principal for being so rude.  Instead, he said,

“It’s okay.  I haven’t had much in the way of privacy for a while now.  Gotten used to it.  But you’re the first person who’s at least had the decency to be sorry.”  Pepper heaved a relieved sigh, and then figured she might as well go for broke.  If he didn’t like her for it, at least she wouldn’t have to leave him looking so sad, knowing that she could’ve done more.

“Permission to completely overstep my bounds?”  Steve bit his lip, eyebrows scrunching together just the slightest bit, but eventually nodded and said,

“Permission granted.”

“I know,” she began, “that in your memory, psychologists were scary, and usually led to asylums, and there was a lot of shame surrounding them.  Up until very recently, people avoided them, but it’s different now.  You have to be sick of hearing that, but I promise this one’s true.  People go to therapy now when they’re going through rough times, or having trouble adjusting…A lot of soldiers go.  After they get back from the war.  I think you would benefit from seeing someone.  I know I did.  When Tony…well, he was captured…for a long time.  And it was difficult, even after he came back, so I started going to therapy.  It helped life seem more manageable.”  `

Steve was quiet for a moment, staring at his huge hands wrapped around the steaming mug.  She could only see the top of his head, but didn’t miss the slight nod that followed.  His hands tightened around the ceramic, and she reached out to lay one of hers on his wrist, giving a gentle squeeze before the cup could shatter.  He looked up at her with watery eyes, but forced some measure of composure into his voice to say,

“Thank you.”

Change of Heart

A while back, @iriswestallens offered to deliver something for me at Comic Con, so I wanted to write a drabble as a thank you. She requested a continuation of this bridal shower headcanon (to be read first for context). The official prompt was “What about writing about when Iris comes home after the party, and Barry sees her in her gown anyways? And he’s always amazed at her beauty and they talk about impatiently waiting to be married already.”

“PLEASE tell me that’s the last of them,” Wally groans to Iris after zipping through the front door of her and Barry’s apartment, dropping the assortment of gift boxes and bags he was carrying onto the dining table that was topped with a large pile of presents from her bridal shower, an overwhelming majority packaged in various shades of silver and white. “Why do you have so many damn gifts anyway?”

“If you think this is a lot, just wait until we get married,” Linda cautions, following suit with a single large box under her arm, balanced against her hip.

“What??” Wally whips around to stare incredulously at Linda.

Linda sets the box onto the floor with a forceful exhalation and uses her foot to slide it under the gift table before facing Wally, arms folding over her chest. “Excuse me, but does the thought of marrying me shock you?”

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Sex Addicts 12-Isaac AU


A/N : here are the previous parts: 

Sex Addicts

Sex Addicts 2

Sex Addicts 3

Sex Addicts 4

Sex Addicts 5

Sex Addicts 6

Sex Addicts 7

Sex Addicts 8

Sex Addicts 9

Sex Addicts 10

Sex Addicts 11

Previously on Sex Addicts :

‘’ how Can it be locked.’’ She continued. She approached closer so as to try and turn the doorknob herself. Her body nearly touching Isaac’s back. He had still one hand against the door and his head, on it, eyes shut , cursing under his breath. Her hand brushed his v line as she touched the doorknob. It was indeed locked. 

‘’fucking hell’’ Isaac muttered once more shaking his head against the wooden door. 

‘’ I don’t understand how can it be lo-‘’

Before she could finish her sentence, Isaac had turned , opening his eyes, grabbing her waist and colliding their bodies, smashing his lips onto hers. His hand made its way to her cheek bringing her even closer , as his fingers brushed through her hair, forcefully. 



In Scott’s mind , Y/N was ideal, therefore it is only understandable how now he was upset. However, part of him was happy. For he knew his friend had found someone ideal, even if he chose to not acknowledge it, not yet at least. That part of him, had gathered enough strength to lock the bedroom door in which his best friend and his ideal lover were arguing.

Isaac’s hands remained on her waist, not moving an inch lower, even though she might’ve wanted them to. His plump lips were pressed against hers as they moved in sync. It was as if two people who had not seen each other for the longest time were suddenly reunited.

His hands clawed on her waist and hers held his neck tightly. It was as if they were desperately breathing through each other. Isaac wondered if she felt deranged now and Y/N wondered if he felt important.

Isaac pulled away as Y/N’s eyes opened a second later. Her lips parted as if to say something but he joined their foreheads tugging at her hair.

“ i swore that if you jumped at the pool , i’d kill you…” he whispered, his warm breath against her skin.

“ figured kissing you, would be worse ” he finished his sentence pushing her face away. Y/N’s eyes widened in realization.

He was only trying to piss her off. She of all the people swore he would never ever want her , so why was she disappointed now that he was telling her this? She felt vulnerable , that she believed this was an actual kiss. She had allowed him to win.

Isaac tried one more time to open the door ,and when he realized his ways were not working, he took a few steps back, and kicked the wooden surface as hard as he could , causing the lock to break. Then he simply used his index finger to push the door, opening it.

“Isaac?” Y/N muttered before he could exit the room.

He raised one eyebrow looking at her.

“ fuck off…for real this time…” she said smiling. He felt something weird in the pit of his stomach. This was not her being rude, inviting him to answer back. This was her smiling. Smiling while telling him to fuck off. He chuckled at her sense of pride.

“As you wish” he said and left the room.



Y/N wore the sweater he had pulled out the drawers for her, and tied her hair in a bun, hiding them under a hat that she found, so that she would not get cold. She looked at the mirror.

She left the house going unnoticed from the back door and then walked up to a main street from where she took a cab.

This was nothing like she was used to. She could not remember the last time she kissed a guy , without having sex with him. This bothered her . A lot.



He had chuckled. Yet it felt like defence. He did feel bad for what he did. But he was too full of himself to admit it. He did claim he had done it to punish her, to make her mad. but even he, could not ignore the fact , that seconds before doing it , his motive was not to piss her of, but to taste her.



She went out the night after , returned the next morning, went out again, and returned before dawn. She did what she knew best, what she was good at , what she felt confident in doing.

Sex , was the only thing that felt safe for her now. She wished Isaac had fucked her,then maybe , she would feel less …violated.



He stayed in the night after and the next morning. He was going down with a flu for which he internally blamed Y/N. If he did not have to swim in a pool in the middle of midnight maybe he would not be in need of blankets and porridge now.



Peter was setting the chairs in the coffee- smelling room, making sure they were stable. He greeted every single one of the people that walked in.

“ Rise and shine Danny ’” he stressed the “r” so much Isaac thought he was having a seizure. Y/N was the last one to walk in. She was debating whether to go or not. She was earning money for sitting there listening to their bullshit , but she would have to put up with Isaac’s stupidity.

Peter shot her a look and then looked at Isaac.

“ Oh . MY. GOD.” he said dragging one chair next to Isaac and sitting , supporting his head on his hands and staring at the singer.

“ what? ” Isaac said in such a raspy voice the the “t” was not heard.

“ you did it didn’t you?” He asked flashing his looks to both Isaac and Y/N.

“ who did it ?” Stiles yelled from across the room.

“ you fucked. I WARNED YOU I SPECIFICALLY SAID-” peter begun bursting out.

Isaac held his finger mid air silencing him.

“ Did you do it ?” Scarlet asked Y/N loudly.



They both answer at the same time confusing everyone.

Isaac frowns looking at Y/N who smirks.

“ DID YOU ?” somebody else asks. And Y/N hurries and answers faster than him.

“Yes.” She says and he sighs.

“AAAND?” Scarlet asks excited.

“ dogs who bark , don’t bite” Y/N asnwers . Isaac shifts in his chair not believing what is happening.

“ tell us Y/N , was his dick awkward?"Peter asks and y/n laughs. How can a dick be awkward?

” Oi ! My dick is not awkward , is perfectly shaped, perfectly sized and perfectly functioning" Isaac says defending his manhood.

“ oh please , it’s hardly one of these things” Y/N waves her hand in dismay and smirks at him. He is biting on the inside of his cheek so hard that he can taste blood.

He is frustrated. Will she never give up? What must he do to win? Did she not accept her defeat when she told him to fuck off?

“ Alright that’s enough” Peter stops  them.

Peter was a selfish bad mannered Scottish man who cared about his well being, getting pissed off at anything and anyone , and never wanting to be anywhere. However when he said you did it, he did not mean sex.

Peter could read people who have had sex like open books, he had learned to.

y/n is biting on her finger nails waiting for Peter to announce his topic and Isaac glances at her ever so often as if asking what the hell is wrong with you. But he is more modest today. Perhaps it is guilt.

“Right, for today’ session i’d like us to try something different” Peter exclaims.

“ why, is anyone supervising you ?” Isaac’s left leg is stretched nearly reaching Y/N’s from across, while his right one is slightly bended.

“ no Isaac, sometimes i just wake up and i actually want to do my job” Peter scolds him and Isaac rolls his eyes.

“ different how ? Cause sex toys are not my thing really they get stuck in weird places and-”

“SCARLET NO. NOT DIFFERENT LIKE THAT” Peter yells.  Scarlet pouts and Stiles rests his head against her shoulder.

“ I want you in teams of four.” Peter begins. 

“Christ this is high school all over again” Isaac mutters under his breath.

“ I heard that Lahey” peter comments as people place their chairs forming their groups. Y/N is antisocial enough to only be approached by Scarlet, who is constantly followed by Stiles. 

Soon groups are formed leaving Isaac alone. Peter turns to look at him and pouts as if he is sad. Isaac is texting someone and does not even look bothered by the fact that he has no group.

“ Come on Lahey , with Scarlet, Stiles and your girlfriend, you can tweet nonsense  later” peter tells him remembering some of his stupid tweets. Isaac beams.

“You’ve checked my twitter?” He smiles like a 9 year old.

“Group. Now.”

Isaac drags his chair to the only group that has enough room for him and bites the inside of his cheek. 

Y/N crosses her hands and looks straight at him. He does the same. They are both across each other, hands crossed staring at each other as if they are in a blinking contest.

“ did they really shag ?” Scarlet and Stiles have leaned in front of both of them examining both their faces.

“ i can’t quite tell” Stile says literally in Isaac’s face. But Isaac is focused on Y/N.

“ Right, now say the word pussy as fast as you can”

People begin saying the word pussypussypussypussy

Isaac starts as well

“Pussy pussy pussy pu-fuck it. How is that gonna help?” He raises his hands and turns to peter. 

“It’s not. Your faces look funny” peter says in a straight face.

“Now , for the real task. I want you all. To pair with the same sex of your team and touch each other” He says and everyone remains speachless.

“WHAT?” Jack asks.

“it is not as perverted as it sounds, we will start with partner of the same sex cause that is more unusual to be of sexual nature. I want to lessen the arousal. Now what are the body parts that come in mind when i say the word sex ?”

“Tits” is heard from somewhere.

“ pussy”


“Ass” Isaac says through his smirk.

“ lovely, now i want you to touch the person in front of you anywhere than these places"  Peter instructs. Y/N gets up facing Scarlet and Isaac faces Stiles. The boys hesitate and look at each other while Y/N wastes not time holding Scarlet’s hand. Scatlet smiles.

” so what is it you do Y/N ?“ Scarlet asks wanting to make small talk as she touches her hair, then shoulders.

"It’s…complicated…” Y/N says , looking at Isaac. Him and Stiles are hitting playfully each other’s backs. Isaac notices her look and messes Stiles’ hair.

Y/N smirks and runs a finger across Scarlet’s hand. Scarlet shivers and smiles awkwardly.

“ my brother is complicated. He swears he is a dog” Scarlet goes on and on .

Isaac notices Y/N’s movements and shakes his head in a negative manner. Y/N hugs scarlet and places her hands on her waist. Bringing them closer. Isaac swallows the lump that has formed in his throat.  Y/N runs her hands against Scarlet’s stomach and slightly squeezes her thighs causing Scarlet to gasp and giggle in surprise. 

Isaac is now hugging Stiles just to get a better view of Y/N.

Just as he is about to complain Peter tells them to change partners. Y/N would have chosen Stiles but he run to Scarlet.

“ alright. Now . No nasty business. Keep it as innocent as you can. STILES GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER ASS” peter said opening a lunch box and pulling out of his pocket a fork.

Isaac looks at Y/N.he does not like this. He knows her reaction to touch. She doesn’t just welcome it. She invites it. And he is not known for holding back.

“ i don’t want to seem like spoiled kid, and ask peter to change partners so we are going to do this my way..” she whispers through her teeth.

“ you are not gonna touch me” she adds. Isaac grabs her hand to bring her closer and whisper in her ear but she looks at his hand tightly wrapped around hers signalling him to let go. And so he does.

She thought she would at least trouble him or piss him but he simply nods As if he already knows an alternative. He circles her and stands behind her.

“ pull your hair"he demands and she does not fight it. She places her hair on one side.

Then he does something she would never have thought of. The room fades, she is once again lost in her dark background where the music plays only this time, Isaac is with her. He is behind her but his face is nearly touching her shoulder as he leans as close as possible. She can feel his warm breath on her neck. He runs his hand right above her skin but not touching it. His fingers barely caress the air. As if the world’s lightest fabric is preventing their direct contact. He runs his fingers above her arm, neck, shoulders, and collar bones as the sunlight coming from the window illuminates her skin. His breath was steady and his eyes locked on her body as his hands made patterns,not touching her.and yet this creates a gap. It makes her feel makes her feel like polar magnets that u desperately try to connect. Like they lean in for a kiss but all they do is just lean in. Like a constant repetitive drum roll of what will be.

It is torturing her.the thought that his hands might be cold and that she is so close to feeling them , yet she’s being denied that right, make her skin burn. Her breating increases and he can sense it. 

Isaac is winning. 

He has been winning for a while.

Maybe he had won the first day they met at the drug store.

she wanted him. She wanted him to kiss her again, to make her fantasy come true to control her senses. To touch her like he had threatened to. And that is when it hits her.

She opens her eyes and pulls away.Isaac looks satisfied. But that is simply because he does not know. She lets him have this round. And she might let him have the next one as well. Now she knows how to win.   His fantasy. 

She recalls he himself does not know how to solve it. How to make it real. If she finds a way to crack it, then he will not be able but to give in. 

Perhaps Isaac was only winning because he had no rival to begin with. Perhaps he was only winning, because there was no game at all. 

But now the game is on.