after a few stumbles

Fancy Meeting You Here

Part 2

Imagine y/n was a part of Rick’s group, but  she’s been kicked out by Rick, cause Daryl & her were always fighting (mostly cause Daryl had a lil crush)

After being alone for few weeks, the reader stumbles upon Negan’s men. They bring her back. Negan tried several time to get her as his wife but she always refuses.
When the line up comes y/n is here, hidden. She grabs Negan’s arm when he’s about to kill Glenn & just say Yes, so he knows she’ll become his new wife and doesn’t kill Glenn. All Rick’s group is surprised to see her” - Thank you for the prompt! @perseusandmedusa C:

Ships: Negan x Reader

Words: 2,007

Warnings: Curse words, mentions of smut, violence.

“Well you know what, Daryl?! Fuck you! Go to hell!”

You were having another one of your frequent arguments with Daryl. He was insisting that you shouldn’t go out on a run when you were perfectly able to go and help the group. You didn’t know if it was because he though you incapable or because he just didn’t like you getting some of the limelight for a change, but he would argue with you every. Damn. Time.

You had stood up and went outside for some air, making sure to slam the door loudly so that it woke up everyone in a kilometres radius of you. You put your hands on your head and took in large lungful’s of cold air. You stood there for about ten minutes, calming yourself down until you felt someone poke you from behind.

“Hey! Watch it- Oh. Sorry, Carl. It’s been a rough night, you know?” You said apologetically to the boy before you. He didn’t reply and he was determinately not looking at you in the eye. “Carl?”

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How to Have a Strong 2nd Semester~

1. Set an alarm 10-20 minutes before you actually have to get up. Do some twists and light stretches on your back while you’re waking up– it actually makes you feel a lot better when you have to leave the comfort of your bed!

2. Plan the day before. I’ve started using this online planner called and I really like it– you can put in tasks and meetings, and organize them however you please. And the software automatically recognizes things like “dinner” and “drive”, so it will group those into categories for you. And most school subjects get a little graduation hat icon next to it, so it’s really cute! Anyways, plan out your day the night before so you don’t have to put in a lot of time in the morning to get yourself situated.

3. Keep on top of your schoolwork and don’t get behind! Reviewing and catching up is insanely difficult after stumbling through the first few modules or units, so save yourself the trouble and put in work every single day.

4. Go for a ten-minute walk a day! If it’s too cold outside, put on a Youtube video and run in place. Since I dance, I stretch for 30-minutes a day. Do something active that helps take your mind off of schoolwork and rejuvenates you.

5. Reach out for support! I know that I’m definitely already freaking out over AP exams, and we still have (only) 100 days left! Talk to your family or friends to help you keep a stable mindset.

6. Be healthy about your grades. Some classes are really easy, some teachers don’t give out any extra credit, and some professors weigh tests 60% of your entire grade. Classes aren’t uniform (especially not in the US), and comparing yourself to another or trying to get an A every single time sometimes isn’t possible. Put in the work, know that you did your best, and be happy in that. We can’t control everything all the time, and one or two B’s isn’t going to ruin your chances of anything.

7. Remember that academia is a phenomenon made up by humans. It isn’t a real indicator of your character or how well you do in life. This is something that I still struggle with a lot. For me, it has a lot to do with ego, pride, status, etc. But it’s important to let all that go and remember that grades do not mean anything outside of school. No one’s going to ask you if you ever got a B in high school when you’re 30. My aunt works in the stock market, makes a ton of money, and still wasn’t that great in school. My uncle does really well with his job selling life insurance, but he was horrible at math. Academia is not a reflection of what your life will be like, nor does it actually have any weight on you unless you let it. We all graduate at some point, whether we go to Harvard or the public state school. And we all end up working at the same places, doing the same jobs. Most of the stress with academics comes with pride and fear of failure, and that’s not even healthy in the first place. Let it go!


This will be our year (took a long time to come)


A/N: A tiny little new years well-wishing from me to all of you, as you were definitely good parts of my 2016


Some canonish New Years fluff



She has absolutely no idea where she is.

Well, at least she is fairly certain that she’s still in Storybrooke, with a winter chill prickling at her ears and her nose. Emma thinks she lost her sense of direction about five minutes after they left the festive hubbub of the main street; all familiar sounds faded save for the scuff of Killian’s shoes and the tread of hers after his. And up she’d stumbled a few minutes after that, through a creaky sounding door, up a creakier set of stairs, round one corner, round a few more —

With Killian’s hand tugging firmly on hers —

And an old scarf of his tied to shield her eyes.

“Seriously, is this necessary?” Emma’s voice is much louder than she was expecting, carrying far and wide, bouncing off the walls of what sounds like a cluttered warehouse and wondering if she should be worried about trespassing.

Her nose is cold, but her fingers are colder and she can picture the exact chair she left her gloves on at Granny’s when an eager Killian, grinning from one pointy ear to the other, had pulled her up, and out, and away. And though she gripes, though she still keeps tripping over things after he’s warned her to beware of her step, it doesn’t even occur to her to cheat his charade, to peek through the blindfold. She doesn’t scratch at her nose, doesn’t attempt to fiddle with the cloth to make a peephole.

But she does decide, as they barge through another door, a blast of cold air hitting her face, that she needs two hands to hold onto his one. If only to feel the warmth of him against her tingling fingers.

(If only, and very simply, to hold his hand.)

“It’s a surprise, love.”

“Not really all that fond of surprises.”

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Happy For You

Genre: Angst/fluff

Pairing: Reader/Jungkook

Length: 1197

Summary: After breaking up with Jungkook a few months ago, you stumble upon him once again in a ballroom. Except this time, he’s with another girl. 

Inspired by Demi Lovato’s song “Stone Cold”, do try to listen to it as you read this!

Originally posted by jengkook

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Lost and Found-Kelly Severide x Daughter!Reader

Could you please do one where you are Severides daughter and you disappear so he and everyone else gets very worried but after a few days you can free yourself from your kidnapper and stumble hurt into 51? Thank you very much (and can you include the whole firehouse + Donna and Cindy?)

okay, so there are skips from Severide and reader

tw: kidnapping, abuse (hitting), vulgar language

Your head was pounding and you couldn’t see. Panic set in until you felt something on your eyes, you weren’t blind but you couldn’t move, arms and legs bound and you must have been in a car, the frequent bumps and the movements reminded you of the times you rode in Rescue with your dad.

“Pick up your phone. Pick up your phone, dammit!” Kelly was pacing around the firehouse. He’d been home, to your school, to the 21st. He had begged Trudy to let him talk to Voight where he explained the situation, the broken lock on the door and the patch of blood in your bedroom. 

The house was now a crime scene and he couldn’t go back but Stella let him crash at her place but he didn’t want to. He wanted to know that his daughter was alive and okay but he knew the chances. Boden tried to keep him away from the Firehouse but he knew that you would go home or to the Firehouse, and with the police at home, he knew you’d be found as soon as you returned. If you returned. Kelly had to stop himself from thinking like that, it wouldn’t help anyone. 

The car finally stopped. You had no idea where you were, it was a forest and your body wouldn’t be found if you were left here. You knew that. You worried about your life and your dad. “Please let me go.” You cried at the man who hit you across the face. 

“You can scream all you like. Nobody in the world will be able to hear you.” Your kidnapper had a twisted smile on his face, crooked yellow teeth flashed in your direction.

He carried you to this abandoned house. The air was cold and you couldn’t stop shivering and you were almost certain that you’d be buried in the Chicago winter. It was the same time of year that your mother died. You had to stay alive for your dad, he would be a wreck if he lost you too.

“Hey, Severide. I know you don’t feel like doing anything, but Cindy was wondering if you’d come over for dinner.” Hermann patted the younger man’s shoulder and continued to speak. “We both know you haven’t eaten a proper meal in a while and…just.”

“I’m good, thanks.” Severide’s head hung low and all he could do was distract himself with work or call Intelligence every hour, just to see if they had any leads on your whereabouts.

The Firehouse were on eggshells around him, scared that if they said something wrong he’d just snap, or break down. It hadn’t happened yet and Boden feared that it’d happen during a call and that’d be bad. Really bad.

There was a new lead, he was told, that someone that looked like the man from the CCTV footage was driving a 2010 Hyundai going further out of the city. It was dirty and covered in mud, Erin called to tell him that they had a hunch as to where she was. 

You were untied and simply locked in the room. The windows were too thick to break through, but your dad had taught you how to pick a lock, on the off chance that there was a fire and the only was out was a locked window. You pulled the pin from your hair and picked at the lock. The man would be back in two days. You knew that because he had told you. You had time, and the car was gone.

You climbed out of the window to be met with the sound of sirens. You recognised those cars, obviously, dad would’ve called them. You screamed and waved in hope that they’d find you and a car made its way towards you. Erin ran out of the car and you hugged her, and then your dad got out too. He ran to you and you sobbed into his chest.

“You’re safe, sweetheart. You’re safe. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.” You dad kissed the top of your head and you were put in the back of Voight’s car as they searched the place.

“How come you’re here, dad?” You didn’t stop hugging your dad. You were glad that you were found. He rubbed your arm and you saw his car come back. “Dad. He’s here. That’s the car. We have to tell Voight.” 

Luckily, you didn’t have to. Jay had already seen the car and he, Kevin and Adam made their way out to apprehend your kidnapper. It was a blur for a while as you were checked into med and visited by the emergency services of Chicago.

As much as you wanted to be at home, you also wanted to be with your family. The firefighters at 51 were your family as much as they were your father’s and the feeling must have been mutual because it turned out that Donna, Cindy and uncle Matt had made dinner for everyone. 

It was nice to be with everyone, even if you weren’t feeling that great but it helped to know that they were all with you. It was great to be sat around the table at 51 and just eat real food and to hear about the calls of the day to distract you from those thoughts.



a few months after the stark expo, lara returned to her apartment, stumbling upon tony settled at her piano. she gave him a questioning look, and he responded wordlessly with an anxious smile, allowing her a moment to settle in and take a seat at his side. soon enough, he began to play, as well as sing.

he had learned to play I FOUND by AMBER RUN, spending countless hours perfecting it. his mother, maria, played piano and used to sing to him, which was one of the last memories he had ever had of her; thus, this sentimental display not only shows the softer side of tony, but also that he believes maria would have approved of lara. a minute or two into it, tony cut the song short, soon reaching into his pocket to retrieve a small, black box. before lara could process it, tony was on one knee at her side.

lara met tony while he was at his most vulnerable, broken and bruised both mentally and physically. she rescued him from a situation that could have easily been solved by alcohol and recklessness. and because of that? tony found love where it wasn’t supposed to be. where he never expected it to be.

A Lost Marshmallow

Another night… Another night of being pushed around by other mechs simply for being a mini. Primus it sucked! Tailgate was stumbling around after a few hits to the processor and running away didn’t help either, now his helm hurt and he had no idea where he was. But maybe he could take a little nap… No! He has to stay awake… but it was so hard with his optics dimming by the second…Soon the mini fell over on the ground, passed out.

Kevin Patterson

1. How long have you been polyamorous or been practicing polyamory?

I’m not exactly sure. I remember having ideas of MFF triads in my early 20s. I saw such a triad on an episode of HBO’s Taxicab Confessions and thought “That dude has the right idea!” But, I didn’t really believe that it was an option for regular guys like me, back then. I logically reasoned that the guy on that show was some sort of wizard or a Jedi pulling a mind trick on two impressionable ladies. I also reasoned that the idea of ethical nonmonogamy, in any form was just a juvenile fantasy for a young guy who was unhappy with his recent relationships. No way that could possibly work. Right?

In 2002, a few months after meeting the woman I would marry, we stumbled into a brief moment of non-monogamy. Believing in my own ignorance, I expected everything to turn awkward and unstable. Instead, it strengthened the bond. Soon after, we started having lengthy and repeated discussions about how important exclusivity was to our relationship. As it turns out…not very.

What started with just casual partners and friends with benefits eventually evolved into a desire for longer term and more committed relationships. While I don’t know exactly when the switch flipped, I do know that we discovered local and online polyamory groups in 2013 and began identifying as such around that time.

2. What does your relationship dynamic look like?

My polyamory most closely resembles relationship anarchy. Everyone in my life creates their own dynamic with me based on what works for us…romantically, sexually, socially and logistically. The relationships basically form themselves.

As of this writing, I’ve been blissfully married for almost ten years, I’m in one other loving committed partnership, and I currently entertain a few more casual or long distance or “friends with benefits” dating relationships that activate or deactivate with the needs of the participants. The benefits activate or deactivate…the friendships are a constant.

3. What aspect of polyamory do you excel at?

Minimizing! The phrases “keep it simple, stupid” and “don’t sweat the small stuff…and it’s ALL small stuff” are pretty much where I live. A game-changing partner once described me as “annoyingly uncomplicated.” My wife called me “frustratingly chill.” My emotions rarely run too hot or too cold. I don’t take too many things personally. I don’t give or accept a lot of apologies or explanations. I’m pretty straight forward with my words and intentions. The result is that my relationships don’t usually contain a lot of yelling or crying or detrimental miscommunications.

Life is hard and relationships are complicated as a default setting. I’m good at not making them any more difficult through my words and actions.

4. What aspect of polyamory do you struggle with?

I fall in love pretty easily. In the past, before subscribing to a more relationship anarchy-based approach, I put too much stock in pushing interactions “to the next level” and expectations of returned feelings. When my partner’s intentions didn’t match my own, I stopped appreciating the moment. I wasn’t satisfied with the time I was spending with someone and started dwelling on the amount of time I wasn’t. It was frustrating to me and unfair to my partners.

5. How do you address and/or overcome those struggles?

I own my shit! I recognize that attachment to intentions and expectations is old-thinking from my monogamous days. I’m getting better at letting go of all of that stuff and living in the moment of each relationship. I’m better at accepting that my communication of wants and needs will not always end with all of those wants and needs being addressed…and that that is not necessarily an indication that my partner doesn’t care. It could just as easily mean that my partner is not suited to, willing to, or capable of meeting that need…which doesn’t have to be a reflection on me.

Also, I’m getting better at managing Kevin. Relational frustration, for me, is often a sign that I’m not taking care of myself. So, when I start feeling some sort of way, I try to sleep more or get more exercise or eat better or beat some video game or replace all of my socks and/or boxers. If self-care doesn’t improve my mood…only then do I start exploring the possibility that my relational needs may require adjustment.

6. In terms of risk-aware/safer sex, what do you and your partners do to protect one another?

I get screened for STIs every 3 – 6 months depending on the introduction of new partners. I also use barriers with partners… activity-dependent on everyone’s level of comfort. Most importantly, for me, is that I prompt a discussion of STI status and protection with new partners whenever it looks like there is a mutual interest in sexual activity. I say it’s most important, because it has changed the way I view my potential partners…in terms of health, awareness and mindset. As well, it changed the way my potential partners view me…in terms of safety, honesty and consent.

7. What is the worst mistake you’ve ever made in your polyamorous history and how did you rebound from that?

Fairly early in my polyamorous adventure, a long time, generally monogamous friend and I found ourselves available and willing to explore a mutual attraction for the first time ever. A platonic evening together turned into something more. It was an unplanned and unexpected turn of events. So, although she knew that I was non-monogamous, we never got a chance to discuss what that would mean for us. The morning after, as I got ready to travel back home to my wife (then fiancee), my friend felt guilty. She felt that she had destroyed our friendship and betrayed my wife…who was also a friend of hers.

I tried to explain that our friendship didn’t need to change and that my wife wouldn’t feel betrayed. My friend wouldn’t hear any of it. She cried and begged me to promise not to tell my wife about our hook up. Foolishly, I agreed…which was the REAL betrayal. Some time passed before I eventually broke down and confessed. To her credit, my wife did exactly what I told my friend she would do…she giggled and asked for details. My friend was hurt that I didn’t keep my promise, but it was unfair of her to have asked and stupid of me to have agreed. We all eventually got over it. We’re all still on great terms and, for a brief time after this event, we were active as friends-with-benefits.

The rebound is that I hold a lot more detailed discussions as to the nature of my relationship now. I don’t really date women who don’t identify as non-monogamous or polyamorous, but I do explain how my dynamic functions to anyone I’m interested in. Most importantly, though, I don’t break my integrity for anyone. Asking me to lie to any of my partners about anything that might affect them is a no-can-do…and I’m not shy about saying so.

8. What self-identities are important to you? How do you feel like being polyamorous intersects with or affects these identities?

Well…I’m black. That’s pretty easy to spot. It’s an important identity for me because it impacts how I view the world and informs how the world views me. In regards to my polyamory, I often find myself to be the only person or one of very few people of color at local events. I always have to remain wary of fetishization, othering, and tokenism. At the same time, I have to dodge commentary from monogamous people of color who might assume or insist that polyamory is “some white people shit.” I feel as if it’s partly my responsibility to change the representation while also being the representation.

To that end, another important identity for me is that of social justice warrior. Although, I’m really more of a social justice rogue! Devilishly handsome and as quick, sharp, and deadly with my wit as I am with my daggers. Either way, I’ve greatly improved the quality and well being of my social circle by respecting and standing for people who are different from me. I know how disappointing it feels to see good-hearted, well-meaning people casually ignore racism in their presence and among their friends. So, I work hard to not be that silent friend when others need me to offer support. As such, intersectionality and recognition of oppression, privilege, and entitlement have become hardline requirements for my dating circle.

(Bonus: Do you have any groups, projects, websites, blogs, etc. that you are involved with that you would like to promote?)

In my spare time, I run a tiny blog called Poly Role Models

You’ve probably never heard of it…

Imagine having a one night stand with Spencer.

Originally posted by toyboxboy

​Guess it’s true, I’m not good at a one-night stand
But I still need love ‘cause I’m just a man
These nights never seem to go to plan
I don’t want you to leave, will you hold my hand?

You had never been one for one night stands. You despised the idea of being completely vulnerable to someone, only knowing them for a few hours. But it seemed like this guy you met at the coffee shop you worked at, was different. He didn’t even ask you out first, you asked him out after seeing him come to get coffee for a few weeks. He stumbled on his words, mumbling something awkwardly and nodding slightly as you smiled at him. He was really cute.

“Okay great, so I’ll see you at 7,” you said, handing him a piece of paper with your address on it.

“Yes. See you then.” He shifted awkwardly, giving you a small smile and headed to door slowly.

A couple of hours later, you found yourself looking in the mirror, wearing a navy blue dress and some heels. You put on red lipstick and some perfume. A couple of minutes later, you heard the doorbell and headed to the door. Opening it slowly, you found Spencer standing there with some flowers. “Hello, (Y/N),” he said softly, meeting your eyes and taking in the sight of you. You noticed he was wearing his usual clothes. Brown pants, a button up purple shirt and a vest.

“Hey Spencer,” you said, smiling. 

“Y-you look very beautiful,“ he said, blushing and that made you smile more.

“Oh thank you, you look very nice too.” He saw you glance at the flowers in his hand and offered them to you. “Oh you didn’t have to get me flowers.”

“I wanted to.” He smiled wider and you nodded, taking them from him.

“Well they’re beautiful. Did you want to come in for a minute while I put these in water?” you asked and he nodded. Stepping into your house, he looked around your living room while you grabbed a vase. You saw him admiring the shelf of books you had and set down the flowers on the table in the middle of the living room. “You like my collection?”

“Yes, very impressive,” he said and turned to you. “I see we like a lot of the same authors. I like that.” He smiled and reached for your hand. You glanced down at it, remembering a comment that he had made once about being weird with people touching him. It seemed like a subconscious move but you didn’t say anything. You squeezed his hand and pulled him towards the door. Walking out, you figured you would have a good time with him.

He took you out to a fancy restaurant and told you all about the books he loved and what his interests were. He asked you about what other things you liked doing, what you did for fun and things about yourself. He seemed to be interested in everything you said, and you liked that about him. After dinner, you went for a walk in the park and then stopped for some coffee. You talked about all sorts of things during the night, and before you knew it, you were standing at your front door. He seemed awkward as he looked at you, not knowing what to say. “Um well..” he began, but you cut him off.

“Do you want to come in?” you heard yourself ask, without really thinking about what you were asking.

“W-what..?” he mumbled, looking confused.

“…well.. If you want to come in, we could keep talking about more things.” You smiled and blushed. He hesitated and you figured he would refuse. “But if not-”

“No, I want to.” He bit his lip slightly and you took a step towards him. You didn’t know what came over you, as your lips crashed down on his. He was a good 6 inches taller than you but the heels helped. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pressed against him and he stood there for a second before wrapping his arm tightly around your waist. He kissed you back deeply, while one his hands cupped your cheek. “Let me find my key,” you mumbled against his lips and he let go of you. After opening the door, you pushed yourself against him again and he caught you in his arms, his lips meeting with yours again. This time, he initiated the kiss and you were taken back a bit. You weren’t sure where this confidence came from, but you liked it. 

After what seemed like a long process of getting rid of ridiculous amount of clothes from both of you, you found yourself under your sheets, kissing Spencer some more. You weren’t used to getting into something like this with someone so quickly. But he made you feel special and wanted. The loving looks he gave you as you spoke of something you liked or when you talked about your favorite books. Or when he reached for your hand, even though you knew he was weird with that kind of thing.

Everything was comfortable and you enjoyed every kiss and every touch shared with Spencer. He was gentle and loving. Something you hadn’t experienced in a long time and you realized that you had missed it. He stayed the night with you, cuddling you close and holding your hand slightly. You liked how he kissed your forehead, stroking your hair and the way he looked when he slept.

You had woken up to the smell of coffee and freshly made pancakes. You didn’t mention the night before at all during breakfast and then you bid your goodbyes. You felt a tinge of guilt as you watched Spencer leave. You hadn’t thought about what would happen in the morning and he didn’t mention anything either. He just gave you a kiss quick before leaving and promised to call you. You knew he would call, you just didn’t know if you would have the heart to pick up the phone when he did.


Spencer had called, multiple times to say the least. Now, six weeks later, he had stopped and you figured he lost interest. He didn’t need you in his life. He was so wonderful all by himself. You didn’t have much to offer and he needed someone who could give him the world.

You had met someone at a club a couple of nights ago and you hit it off right away. You figured that you needed to stop thinking about Spencer and having fun was one of the ways to do it. You had gone out dancing a couple of times with this new guy and today, you were meeting his friends.

Walking into the bar where you had agreed to meet, you instantly found him and his group of friends. “Hey,” he smiled at you, kissing your cheek.

Your eyes fell on the handsome brown haired guy sitting next to a pretty, blonde woman. They were laughing at something but his smile quickly faded when his brown eyes met yours. “Everyone this is (Y/N),” Derek said and you smiled, looking away from Spencer to everyone in the group. “We’ve been seeing each other for a while.”

“Hello everyone.” You smiled nervously, feeling everyone’s eyes on you. Except Spencer, who was looking directly at his drink now. What was he doing here and how exactly did he know Derek Morgan?

Why am I so emotional?
No, it’s not a good look, gain some self-control
And deep down I know this never works
But you can lay with me so it doesn’t hurt…

Thank Heaven For Little Girls

[[So, this was inspired by a review for episode 1x06, wherein the writer posed that someone should explain where all of the Lucifer/Trixie quality time is coming from. I couldn’t help myself.]]

“So. Do we have a deal?”

Lucifer was flabbergasted on so many levels, he didn’t know where to start. When he’d received the text message late that afternoon to arrive at Detective Decker’s house, he’d quite obviously assumed that Chloe had been the culprit. When an unfamiliar teenager answered her door, he was positively taken aback. After stumbling through a few questions and the ridiculous moon eyes the girl was making, he heard a loud squeal and barely had enough time to process it before Trixie’s arms were flung around his waist. Yet again.

“You came!!” As it turned out, Trixie had managed to find a way to message his phone via the internet and had summoned him here instead of his dear detective. Quite the smart girl; much like her mother; he had mused, before remembering that he should be feeling a bit put out. Trixie had managed to pull him into the house and dragged him into her room, all while the babysitter just stared at him as though he were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. (Of course he was, he thought to himself.) But now, surrounded by dolls and all things Trixie, he was at a bit of a loss.

“You mean to tell me, child, that you have brought me here to blackmail me?” Of all the nerve…

“What’s blackmail?” Trixie tilted her head, much in the way he had tilted his at her proposition.

“What you’re doing! THAT’S blackmail. I… I cannot believe I am about to say this, but…” He fixed his gaze on her, stern and focused, “But I think I actually quite like you. This is TRUE gumption. Absolutely fiendish. A little spawn after my own heart, you are. Honestly, I wish your mother was so gung ho about going after what she wants. I wouldn’t be in this position if she were,”

He would never admit to the warmth that filled his chest when she beamed at him for his admission of something akin to pride. Nope. Not ever.

“Alright. You have a deal. Besides, I feel as though I’m doing your mother a favor. That babysitter of yours just lets a strange man walk into the house without so much as a fuss? I mean, I know I’m me and all, but truly. That is quite discouraging.  If I don’t check up on you, I’m quite concerned that someone with abscond with you and that… teenager would be none the wiser.”

Thus began Lucifer’s weekly tea time with Trixie. They would discuss many things from her day at school to his life philosophies. After a few weeks, it was very clear to him that she was feeling a bit neglected in the midst of the family’s separation and he decided that if his continued presence was helping her deal with that, well… far be it from him to withhold that from her. Besides, Trixie (He only ever called her Beatrice.) was more than holding up HER suggested end of the deal and giving up small details of Chloe’s life that often surprised him. Favorite color, favorite meal, her strange, but slightly endearing habits.

It was, by far, one of the easiest deals he’d ever made and one he was finding he didn’t regret as much as he thought he might.

Luke was almost to always the big spoon, taking the role in stride seeing as he liked the idea of engulfing your figure in his as a sort of protective shield in the night, insisting often that he was your personal, living, breathing dream catcher that would fight off any of your worst nightmares. but the day, or rather night, that he stumbles through the door after the busiest few months of his life, you’re gladly stepping in as a substitute to hold him, ushering him through your bedroom door with a tired smile and a soft, “hi.” any other greeting is silenced by his soft lips over yours, the kiss a ghost of his normal, energetic affection. none the less, the cobalt electric hue of his eyes is gleaming with fondness as he quietly murmurs, “as much as I missed you, can we go to bed?” so Luke’s shucking off his shirt and ripped skinny jeans as you’re peeling back each side of the sheets for the first time in a long time, gladly intercepting his broad shoulders in your arms as your grip slides to his lean torso, pressing your face against his bare back that’s littered in your favorite collection of freckles and smells of the home you’d been void of for so long. and although his hands are anchoring to your wrists and his soft breaths are leveling out in minutes, you wake to his gangly limbs curled around your body, his chin against your shoulder and his curled bits of hair softly tickling your cheek, the sheets barely covering the band of his boxers and his pillow tossed carelessly to the floor as the only thing he’d wanted to do for ages was to hold you, and apparently it was his subconscious and the magnet pitting in the chambers of his heart that led him to shift in his sleep to curl around you and breathe in your scent, his dreams filled with your smile and your bright eyes and your gentle touch that he couldn’t wait to wake up to

be patient with your love, be wise with your love, be affirmative with your love, don’t be wasteful. lock it away, hide the key, and place it in a shelf somewhere in your heart. wait for someone with gentle hands to unlock it. someone who understands your worth, understands your love, understands what you have to offer, and understands that your soul deserves something true. something that doesn’t fade after a few trials and stumbles. something that overcomes all obstacles and lasts forever. something real.
—  iambrillyant

You were balancing along the wall, using your arms outstretched by your sides in the hopes of keeping yourself upright. It was a little game that you often played with your young cousin, Penny, and she was wandering ahead of you while giggling.

Derek, however, was standing on the ground, his arms folded as he watched the two of you with a stern look on his face. You could see the traces of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth though.

But, while your attention was on Penny you stumbled slightly. After a few seconds of your stomach feeling as though it was falling you quickly righted yourself. A sheepish smile slipped easily onto your face as Penny turned around to chuckle at you, and even Derek was smirking at you.

‘Um, I meant to do that,’ you said, rubbing the back of your head.

‘Oh, of course,’ said Derek disbelievingly as he tilted his head to one side, and his smile widened.

A cruel smirk slipped onto your face as you shifted to get off the wall, a look of worry passing across Penny’s face though.

‘Pen,’ you said, shooting Derek a sideways glance, ‘d’you want Derek to play?’

Penny’s face lit up as she shifted to try and pull Derek’s hand. His face fell, and he shot you a glare as you grinned innocently at him.

A/N: Gif and picture credit goes to their respective owners, I just found them on Google and added the text.


Today, America browsed through the web to kill time while waiting for the meeting to start. Out of boredom, he decided to search ‘America and England’ using Google to see what part of their History will be shown. After a few random click of links, he stumble into a website After reading one of the works under M category, he can no longer look at England straight in the eye for weeks.

Drunk (luke imagine)

Requested by: no one lol i was bored

A/n: drunk luke makes me 😩😩😩


Luke was tired. He was tired of the flashing lights, and tired of the paparazzi screaming in his face. He was tired of not having any privacy, and not being able to live a normal life, so naturally, when Calum invited him over for a few drinks with Michael, he obliged. After one too many, he stumbled into the parking lot and sat in a taxi, some random an address falling off his lips as he tilted his head back sighing.

The taxi came to a stop at a red brick house, where he got out, threw a few notes at the cabbie and bid him goodbye.

Luke stumbled up to the entrance and patted his hands on the pockets of his jeans, which were empty. Groaning, he stooped down and tossed the welcome mat aside, revealing a gleaming silver key. Shoving the key into its place, he twisted it, swinging the door open and stumbling inside.

He went to the kitchen, and fumbled with the cabinet, finally swinging the door open, he dropped a glass, swearing loudly as it cut him when he tried to clean up the mess with clumsy drunk hands.

He heard the light switch click, and he smelt the familiar scent of cranberries and coconut. Turning around, he saw y/n, standing there in a short black nighty, a lace robe around her shoulders that fell to her knees.

‘Luke,’ she said calmly, ‘What are you doing in my house?’

He furrowed his eyebrows, confused.

'This- this is my house.’ He stated dumbly.

'No, Luke. This is my house. You live two neighborhoods away.’ She walked over to him, holding his arm and leading him over to a barstool by the kitchen counter and sat him down. Leaving him for a few moments, she brought out the first aid kit and began to clean the shallow cuts made by the fractured glass on his palm, tying a bandage securely around it.

She then swept up the glass with a broom, poured him a cup of coffee and a glass of water, and brought him a banana. He drank the water in small sips, because he felt like if he chugged it down he would vomit, and he watched her try to peel the banana for him. Placing it on the side, she stared at him with her large doe eye. She looked incredible. He couldn’t resist reaching out and putting a hand on her face, cupping her cheek.

'You should go to bed.’ He whispered, running a thumb across her soft skin.

'Why?’ She asked, much boldly than she usually would have.

'Because im drunk, and you’re beautiful, and im tempted to do something that both of us will regret later.’

'Like what?’ She asked breathily.

'Like this.’ His hand moved to grip the back of her neck and he pulled her up, so his lips met hers. He kissed her deeply, and she responded eagerly, her hands going to his shoulders, squeezing slightly. He moaned into the kiss, pulling her closer, biting down on her bottom lip, tugging slightly, begging for entrance, which she allowed.

Her hands gripped his hair, and he pressed her against him, hands flat against her lower back. He stood up off the barstool, towering over her, walking her backwards, till her she was pressed against the back of the sofa in the living room. His hands separated the lace robe and crept under her nightie, his fingers tracing over the hem of her panties. He hooked a finger under the hem, pulling on it and letting it snap back against her skin, making her gasp. He groaned and kissed her hotly. He could feel this softness of her against him, and could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. Luke felt his jeans get tighter, more restricting. Luke pulled away. Y/n tried to pull him down for more, but he pushed her hands away.

'Luke, whats wro-’

'Not like this.’ He said quietly. 'I want- i want to be sober. I want to remember how this felt. I want to remember everything.’ He saw her hands fall to her sides.

'I- i’ll go home- if you want.’ He mumbled. Y/n reached up and touched his face.

'Finish the coffee, and the banana. I’ll see you in bed.’ She said softly. With that, she stood in her toes, and kissed him on the cheek before padding lightly over to her bedroom.

Hi, my name’s Emily. It’s nice to meet you.

I will begin by saying, I am just now learning about all of the different labels/sexuality names and what they mean so I don’t know much. What I do know is that I am Pansexual.

I never really had much of an affinity towards a specific gender and that terrified me, it still does. The last few months I have been searching for a way to stop the horrible feeling not understanding my sexuality provoked.

I love YouTube, a lot. So I spend more time then I should on it, one day after riding the YouTube vortex for a few hours, I stumbled upon Superfruit. Superfruit is a channel by these two best friends, Scott Hoying and Mitch Grassi, who are part of a band called Pentatonix. I love their music, so being able to learn more about them was awesome.

 Now at this point I was feeling really uncomfortable calling myself straight or gay, I didn’t feel like I was either. I had no idea who I was.

This is where Superfruit comes back in, Scott is Pansexual and Mitch is Homosexual. So to see these two young adults’ being so comfortable with themselves and each other was incredibly encouraging. It was through them that I found out about Pansexuality.

I looked it up and read what people had written about Pansexuality. It was like they knew my exact thoughts, feelings, and doubts surrounding my sexuality. Everything I read and every video I watched resonated with me. Finally, things were starting to makes sense.

I love people. I instinctively trust and care for people, a trait that, sadly, tends to hurt me. It doesn’t matter what gender. I love them. I think why it took me so long to realize I’m Pan, is because I am a very awkward person. I thought that because I am generally more awkward around guys I must be straight, right? Nope. I am super awkward around woman too. I am just a little less so because my whole life I have only ever had female friends. I am more used to conversing with them.

I knew about bisexuality before I learned about pansexuality but I only began to explore what it meant when I began exploring pansexuality. It caused me to realize that it really does not matter to me what gender a person is, just who they are as a person. I deeply value a person’s personality. I can love anyone, male, female, transgender, and anyone in between, who they are as a person is always the deal breaker.

I cannot begin to express how happy I am to have found myself and to feel like I fit in somewhere. But I know my fight isn’t over. I have only come out to my little sisters after accidentally slipping out a pan joke (stupid, I know). They are incredibly supportive and I want to be there for them if they ever have to go through what I did. But I haven’t come out to anyone else. I know my older siblings will accept me and my mom will still love me, but my dad I am afraid to tell. I know he would never hurt me physically but I don’t think he will ever accept me.

Like I said earlier, I am from a Christian family. Church has always been a big part of my life. I am and will always be a Christian. The peace I have found in Jesus is unexplainable and gives me so much joy. Without him my life would be empty.

Sadly, part of the fear I felt when I was questioning my sexuality came from a fear of losing my relationship with him. And that, truthfully, scares me far more than losing my family or friends. He has always been there so I don’t know what I could do without his support. But the more I explore myself, the closer I get to God. He created me so why am I trying to be something I am not. I’m not straight, I’m not gay, but I am a Christian pansexual.

If you made it through all 700 words, thank you so much for caring. I am still in the process of accepting who I truly am so being able to write it all down and post it means the world to me.  And if you want to talk to me about anything please, please message me. I would love to talk. Also, if I said something that was offensive please tell me, I am trying to learn.