attempt at being like everyone on here

The Signs at the Beach:

Aries: Out surfing. They don’t know what surfing is. 

Taurus: Constructing a sandcastle. They have enlisted the help of other Tauruses and formed a sand-guild. 

Gemini: Working on their tan. They have stolen several tanning shades. They sit at the center of a conical pit lined with tanning shades. They are audibly crackling.

Cancer: Using other people as shade. Doesn’t want to be here. Was promised a milkshake.

Leo: Covering themselves in suntan lotion. They’re really more lotion than skin at the moment except for the cool sunglasses sticking out the top.

Virgo: Hitting on what they think is a lifeguard, but is actually a seagull.

Libra: Being followed by several small children they have whipped into a treasure hunt. They salt the earth where they pillage.

Scorpio: Leaning against an umbrella wearing a big hat trying to ignore everyone else as the sentient cloud of dust asks them for another ice tea. They are out of ice tea.

Ophiuchus: Attempting to move like a worm by eating sand really fast.

Sagittarius: Sitting atop the lifeguard tower making sure the lifeguard doesn’t get into any trouble. 

Capricorn: Currently yelling at the ocean for some reason. 

Aquarius: Drifting through the riptide in an inner tube drunkenly avoiding lifeguards and belting sea shanties at the top of their lungs.

Pisces: Doing wicked karate moves in the surf to impress the mermaids. 

Mommy (Namjoon/Reader)

Originally posted by bangthebae

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.5K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: When the typically dominant lover has a wet dream about being dominated by his lover, who are you to deny his deepest fantasies? After all, everyone has their deepest darkest fantasies tucked away in the depths of their sexually aware mind like they have skeletons in their closet.

Tags: Mommy Kink, Dirty Talk, Orgasm Denial, Fem!Dom, Cuffing, etc.

Note: To clarify any confusion, I am reposting my old fics from BGS/theofficialrapmom here on HOBI since I previously removed them from Tumblr. Please do not attempt to send in plagiarism claims, as I assure you, I am the original content creator. For any questions, please feel free to contact me privately off of anon. Anonymous messages in regards to the reposting may be deleted if deemed rude/hateful.


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thoughtsappear  asked:

what's your opinion on the Yuri having a terrible teenage crush on Yuuri fandom theory?

I’m very here for it tbh. Like Yuri latching onto Yuuri as a skater because he’s THE fucking opposite of all the professional skaters he’s around on a daily basis (quiet, unassuming, step sequence oriented) unlike Viktor who is extra as fuck, quadz4days. 

I’m here for Yuri not feeling comfortable in the onsen because of Yuuri specifically. Cause you know if he trains with Viktor Yuri has seen dat ass more times than he would care to admit and basically is not phased by it any more. 

I’m here for Yuri getting shitty because he learns that his celebrity crush is painfully human. Like so painfully human. Binge eating, celebrity crush on Viktor, self esteem issues out the wazoo. Like part of the shittiest part of being a teenager and growing up is learning that everyone, even people you like are human. 

I’m here for Yuri getting jealous over Stammi Vicino (who cares about Viktor’s shitty routine, what about Yuri the great up and commer’s routine!?!). 

I’m here for Yuri’s awful attempts at trying to impress/woo Yuuri that go way over Yuuri’s head. “Look Yuuri I got this keychain from the arcade. You can have it if you want. It’s really fucking stupid.” (secretly spent 1500 yen getting it specifically for Yuuri at a god damn UFO catcher). 

I mean he gets it all out of his system when Otabek comes along, but I like the idea. A LOT. 

I did get to watch most of the episode, though! Good stuff, good stuff:

  • Travis: “Can I stand at the bow of the ship… heading for a new landinNewYorkyoucanbeanewman”
  • Loved Vax making an effort to hang out with Grog more now that he’s gnomeless. Getting forgotten in a game of hide-and-seek and falling asleep in a barrel was great, as was Grog’s reaction to Vax falling off the ship.
  • I love that in these three days Tary’s started to get along a little better with the others–it cracked me up so hard when Tary and Percy announced that they were working on projects together, and then Sam and Taliesin proceeded to completely ignore Matt to have a whispered and giggly conversation for an extended period of time. Vex said a very cheerful “Hello!” to him, but I think everyone’s mood was best summed up by Vax rescuing him during the fight, reassuring him repeatedly that he’s okay… and casting Divine Sense to make sure he’s not a fucking demon.
  • I am pretty darn delighted by Taryon deciding Keyleth is the clear leader of Vox Machina and trying to pattern his own decision-making after hers.
  • I love how gleeful Sam was over Tary getting a kill with an absurdly powerful hit… and simultaneously knocking himself off the edge of the ship with the recoil.
  • The pirate battle was something the group needed, I think–nobody dropped down to less than two thirds of their max health, they got to have some really badass moments that showcased what they did best, but there was still a sense of risk and excitement and it was a good time.
  • The rescue scene for the prisoner in the hold was really awesome–Taliesin played Percy’s “I don’t know what to do!” panic really well and then had him help out in the only way he could by keeping Keyleth out of the water, Vax was great diving in there and using his lockpicking to save the day, Vex dove in to help evacuate the prisoner, Keyleth had so much faith in her friends that she didn’t drop concentration on the spell even when she was about to fall off the ship. Good stuff.
  • The twins getting competitive over who was better at healing a dude, amazing.
  • The whole scene with Keyleth worrying that she’s being replaced as Percy’s BFF was really adorable, as were Vax’s attempts to be comforting while simultaneously being just so pleased that this is the worst of their problems right now.
  • Percival “Edgelord Supreme” de Rolo over here like “what if… I killed someone who deserved it… and then brought them back to life just to make sure I haven’t been sending everyone I kill into the same pit of endless torment I escaped from….” like my dude, I am Concerned. I keep thinking of the Raven Queen telling him he’d have to be careful or he might find himself in opposition to her works. It’s so interesting and it’s all completely in line with the fascination he’s had lately with who gets to live and why, but man, somehow I feel like this isn’t gonna end well.
  • Taliesin and Laura sold the hell out of that conversation–there’s a really genuine fondness that comes through when Vex and Percy chat that just brings those barriers down. It’s very sweet, and that breakdown of barriers is a neat contrast to the Vax/Keyleth different-brand-of-sweet heart-on-the-sleeve conversations.
  • Getting a little TMI here, but I saw that reddit post about somebody saying how they felt like Vex/Percy’s really physical aspects didn’t seem natural, and honestly? I’ve had Vax/Keyleth-esque really sweet, shy, sometimes awkward relationships where every step was quietly discussed and analyzed and it just sort of evolved into a lovely, comfortable intimacy. I’ve also had a relationship that we’ll just say bears certain thematic resemblances to Vex/Percy, and even though we knew it was a short-term thing from the start, it was incredibly fun and healthy as well. I get that not everyone’s gonna read it that way, but one of the things I enjoy most about this show is how the relationships (platonic and romantic) in this show feel realistic and seem deeply familiar, in a weird through-a-fantasy-mirror kind of way. A lot of relationships on TV (again, both platonic and romantic) feel sophomoric and contrived for maximum drama, but these folks are so invested in playing their characters as genuinely as possible that I think they wind up escaping a lot of really common pitfalls. They’re all genre-savvy enough that they shy away from misunderstanding for the sake of misunderstanding, which is refreshing.
  • I choose to believe Keyleth was taking notes just as assiduously as Marisha was, furiously scribbling into her notepad and glancing up occasionally when the conversation got real. The smile and delivery on “She’s alive” just killed me.
  • I love Matt’s strategies to counter the fact that he’s got a massive party of what are basically demigods at this point. Giving them a big and dangerous monster that’s gonna try to kill them… and they aren’t allowed to kill it? Really clever. This should be fun.
Living With The Murderer Pt 2

Originally posted by fluffyzelo

Title: Living With The Murderer.

Genre: Angst, gangau!, slight trigger warning but it doesn’t go in that direction.

Member: Zelo.

Word Count: 2593.

Description: He didn’t even have to do much, you were sure this wasn’t the angriest he could get but he scared you. Because now you knew he wasn’t as friendly as he appeared to be.

You hadn’t even begun to unpack your things, your suitcase sat by the wall, opened and only touched enough to get the things you needed out of it. Zelo had asked you if you wanted him to give you a hand, to do the deed of helping you settle in. that was over a week ago that happened now and you had declined, the same as you do every time someone makes a comment about your barely moving things.

And Jesus Christ why did they have to come into your room so much? It gave you headaches just knowing you were living with the killers of your own family, your only family. And when they barged into your room like it wasn’t your private area you considered pulling out the gun from under your pillow.

One that you hadn’t stolen, as a matter of fact, it even sent a shiver down your spine knowing there was one in your presence, and god knows how many more there was in this house. You were starting to think Zelo must be some sort of mind reader, he was always arrived with whatever you were thinking about in his hand not long after you had the thought.

“Um these areas can get pretty dangerous, and I know you want absolutely nothing to do with us or our lifestyle, but I want you to be safe, especially with us”

Zelo was kind, maybe a little too kind and maybe trying a little too hard to warm up to you, because who jokes that they’re going to give you a weapon and allow you to try and use it against them if you ever wanted so desperately to do so?

So now you had a gun under your pillow and every time one of them entered without knocking, got too close to you or commented on your things, Zelo’s words echoed in the back of your mind.

“You might just wanna use it on us, trade an eye for an eye. Probably better to say a life for a life this time around though isn’t it?”

You considered using it on the giant splinter then and there, you knew for a fact that it was loaded with as many bullets there could be shoved in the device. And you knew for a fact that he had no audacity to talk about your parent’s murder in such ways because it hurt, and he was the asshole that pulled the trigger in the first place. So you took to ignoring them, it seemed that this was Zelo’s house, but the others didn’t really like to leave and go to the land of their own homes, they spent most of their days lazing around here or going out to do things you didn’t care about.

You never ate with them, you were sure they probably kept getting confused if you were still here, it’s not like you hadn’t tried to leave, you had just been caught every time. Everyone but Zelo seemed to see how badly you wanted to leave and it was as if they laid in waiting for you to try and make a grand escape. They weren’t afraid to drag you back into the house, but it did seem they were afraid to tell the tall man about your continuous attempts to leave, and you really wanted to know why such a seemingly harmless giant was being kept out of such information.

Dinner would be getting served any moment now, not that you were keeping track of time as you made sure all of your things were tightly crammed into your suitcase and your bag was filled with your things. You didn’t pay any attention to the sound of footsteps making their way down the hall and coming to a stop in front of your room. Your body naturally jolted in shock as the door opened and Daehyun gave a scoff.

“Are you really trying to do this again?” He asked as your heard flicked in his direction, thinking he would throw your things out of reach or tie you to something so you couldn’t leave.

“I’m always going to try” You responded and Daehyun sighed as he shut the door behind him.

“And what’s the plan this time? Strap your things to your body and jump roof to roof? Or will you tie the sheets together and climb down through the window?” He asked and you glared at him.

“What, not gonna grab me or my things and hide them again? Or will you lock me in here once you hear my plans? Or would you rather hear my plans and let me get my hopes up so you can drag me back inside by the scruff of my jacket again?” You snarled and Daehyun shook his head as he sighed.

“To be honest, I’m rather sick of having to drag you back just because that kid wants you here, I’m not gonna stop you this time. But I can’t guarantee the others, especially Zelo” You stared at Daehyun, not having anything more to say and he stared back, smiling and reaching for the door once he believed his words had an impact on you. He left the room and you sat staring at your things you zipped your suitcase up and crawled over to your bed, throwing your body onto it and sighing as you drifted into your thoughts.

“Y/N, are you coming out to eat tonight?” It was useless to ask but Zelo still made the journey to your room to ask you the same question every night.

“Will you ever knock?” You asked as he came over and sat at the side of your bed, causing you to wriggle away from his body.

“Touché” He nodded as he leant onto his hand, his eyes travelled over to your packed things as you rolled to face away from him.

“You know, you should really come downstairs and give those guys a chance, you don’t even have to acknowledge my presence, just I think it would be the best for everyone if you did. Come and at least have a small conversation with one of them, maybe then you would figure out not everyone is as horrible as you think they are”

“Oh no, we are horrible, we’ve killed the ones she loved the most in life after all” Zelo looked over to the door and you even sat up to see who it was making such a dick move to say something like that in front of you.

“You see that little bag in the suitcase? My razor is in there and I’m not afraid to end your life with it asshole” You snarled, almost hissed at the one you believed said such a thing and he shook his head as he, then four more men walked into the room with plates of cooked food in their hands. One of them walked towards you, holding out one of the plates they held to you and you blinked at them expressionlessly as they gave you an apologetic smile.

“Don’t listen to Himchan, he doesn’t know the difference between the right and wrong thing to say. I’m Jongup, I believe I didn’t get to tell you that yet Y/N” Jongup’s eyes gestured to the plate he was still holding out to you and you watched as Zelo gratefully took the food that he was given and took to making himself comfortable on your bed.

“What are you all doing in here?” You asked, slowly taking the plate and sitting it on the mattress as you stared at them all.

“You wouldn’t come down to eat with us, so we’re coming to eat with you” One of the younger looking ones shrugged and you looked down at your food as they all began eating and talking amongst themselves.

“You might want to start eating, otherwise you’re going to offend Youngjae” Zelo leant over, having noticed the said males heated stare on you and the plate you were just staring at. You looked up as he whispered to you and finally realised you were being watched.

“What a dumb thing to be offended about” You muttered back before stabbing your fork into the meat and shoving it in your mouth, effectively taking Youngjae’s eyes off of you.

————

It was one in the morning when you heard the last noise made in the house, and it was half past one when you crawled out of the bed, still in your clothes from that day. You slipped into your shoes and put on a warm jacket before shutting your suitcase. You hoisted your bag over your shoulder and looked around the room to make sure you didn’t forget anything.

You contemplated as if you were choosing life or death as you stared at your pillow. Under it, the gun still awaited some sort of use. After biting down on your lip hard enough you brought yourself to the decision of shoving it down the side of your pants, letting the waistband of your jeans hold it and the length of your jacket hide it. You opened the door, you didn’t care about making noise, because Zelo just had to be his apparent so kind self and take everyone’s plates downstairs after you all ate, and Daehyun spilt the beans on you wanting to leave again. And everyone held no hesitation in agreeing that they had enough of you disturbing their sleep.

They weren’t going to stop you anymore, and you were going to run for it before Zelo could figure out you were leaving.

You forced yourself to walk quickly down the hall and you ignored the creak in the stairs as you dragged your things down to the first floor of the house. You sighed and tightened your grip on the handle of your suitcase.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You heard his voice, it was so curious but you only paused in opening the door for the shortest moment it wasn’t even noticeable.

“I’m out, bye” You muttered, not looking back as you rushed through the door and shut it behind you. You could actually sense the way something snapped within Zelo, and he didn’t even have to swing the door open for you to know he was going to march after you in a fit of rage.

“Y/N!” He snapped and you forced your legs to work faster as you ran away from him. Zelo had never felt such rage as he watched you pull your things down his driveway, the way you were so determined to leave his sight fuelled something within him that made him sprint that distance to be in front of you.

“What makes you think you can leave?!” He exclaimed, snatching the suitcase from your grip, he threw it behind you, back up his driveway and his hands clamped down on your shoulders as you tried to go back for it and continue making your escape.

“I’m not staying with the people that murdered my parents!” You screamed in his face as he bent down to seethe at you.

“In case you forgot Y/N, you don’t have a choice anymore, you were brought here by the government, the one you keep claiming won’t allow such things to exist!” He snapped back at you and you fought his grip, waving your arms and slapping your hand down with a clap coming from your hand whacking against his naked chest. Zelo growled as you continued to fight him and his hand reached under you jumper as you screamed.

“Let go!”

“Where the hell did you think you were gonna go with this Y/N?!” Zelo waved the gun in your face and you flinched away from it, letting out an animalistic growl as you continued to fight against him.

“Unbelievable” He hissed. You screamed once again as he took you in his grip, roughly forcing you off the ground as he carried you and your things back to the house. Zelo kicked the door open as you continued to writhe in his arms.

“Put me down, you insolent gangster!” You screeched and Zelo laughed bitterly as he dropped your things to the floor and marched up the stairs with you in a tight grip.

“That’s a new one. Now be quiet, we can’t have you waking the others up” He deadpanned as you continued to fight against his grip, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as you grunted angrily.

“Where are you taking me? Put me down you asshole!” You slapped him again but it was as if Zelo didn’t even feel it as he opened the door to a room you had never been in before and used his foot to slam it shut behind him.

“You can’t be trusted, can you Y/N?” You gasped as he dropped you on the bed and his own body followed suit. You stared at him with widened eyes as your breathing came to a crashing stop and you watched the way he stared down at you. His hands were on either side of your shoulders, stopping him from putting all of his weight on you as one of them travelled down your body. You shook nervously, your voice had made a run for itself and you were unable to speak, to tell him not to touch you again.

Zelo pulled at something and you let out a squeal as the sheets you had been laying on were pulled out from underneath you. Zelo collapsed next to you, covering the both of you in the blankets and putting your body in a vice-like grip with his arms.

You shook in his arms and blinked owlishly as Zelo pulled you closer and stared down at you. His warm breath fanned over your own shaky breaths of air and there was still a dark look in his eyes.

“If you can’t be trusted to stay with me Y/N, I’ll just have to watch over you” He muttered, you could hear the anger in his voice and you could only look away from his eyes, forcing your own shut and mentally scolding yourself for feeling such fear against him. It felt like he was still staring at you, even as his breathing became even and his arms just weighed down on you now. But there was still something within you that caused your shaking to continue as you forced your eyes to remain shut so you didn’t have to see the situation you had been put in.

Instead, you pulled the blankets closer to you and hoped you would be able to sleep through this.

————

You didn’t know how you had managed to fall asleep but when you woke up with a start, you looked around at the room you were in and forced the dead weight holding you down off of your body. You got out of the room as quickly as you could and found your way back to what was could your room. When the door was shut behind you, a sigh fell from your lips and you found yourself momentarily relaxing as you walked towards the growingly familiar bed.

You hid under the covers and closed your eyes as you breathed out a breath of comfort. You may have been caught and ridden into fear, but this was just another night where you got caught trying to leave. Which meant one day you would successfully escape and fly away to make your own life again.

I Don't See Why Not // A Stiles Stilinski Smut

Prompt: To them, becoming friends with benefits seems like the absolute perfect idea. He’s madly in love with Lydia and she never wants to be in a relationship ever again. So, what could possibly go wrong, right? (Part 1 of 6)

Series: Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Epilogue

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Cheating (From an outside character), Oral (Male on Female), and Swearing.

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Word Count: 5,807

Song: DKLA by Troye Sivan Ft. Tkay Maidza

A/N: Hi! Yes, I’m back! I don’t know if my return is a permanent thing, but all I know is I just couldn’t get this story out of my head and had to write it down. Either way, I hope you guys like it

“You know, what? Maybe if we get back in the car and leave, Lydia won’t even notice we’re gone.” I suggested to my boyfriend, Trevor, and he immediately chuckled.

“Babe, this is Lydia Martin we’re talking about.” He laughed, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it. “She’ll notice us leaving before we even get the chance to walk out that door.“ 

I groaned audibly as this sunk in. I hate to admit it, but he’s right. Lydia’s one hell of an observant woman and would realize something was off the second we planned a getaway.

Lydia Martin, being the wonderfully thoughtful person she is, decided to throw a crazy party for the pack. She kept saying how ’‘we’re constantly putting our lives in danger to save everyone else” and how “we forgot what it’s like to be actual teenagers”. So, this party here at her house is an attempt to help us all relax, for once, and just have some fun. 

I thank her for her effort, really, I do. And I was excited for this event, at first, that was until I got here and the sound of loud music pounded into my soul. People making out in every corner had my skin crawling and I feel like I will literally scream if I see one more person throw up in front of me. 

 "I’m going to go get a drink.“ I sighed, pulling Trevor’s arm off my shoulders and standing from the living room couch. “Want anything?”

“No, I’m good.” He simply stated, his eyes focused on something else in front of him. 

I didn’t even bother to look at what grabbed all of his attention. I was way too concerned with giving into my current need of an alcoholic beverage. 

Pushing against the sweaty bodies that danced across the floor, I somehow made my way to the kitchen. My mouth beginning to water as I thought about the bitter liquid burning down my throat. 

A small smile etched across my lips the minute I walked inside and a very relaxed and calm Stiles, leaning against the kitchen counter with a drink in his hand, came into sight. 

I’m not gonna lie, he actually looked pretty hot. The way his long sleeves were rolled up just enough to show the veins on his strong arms. How his hair was messy in such a sexy way and how he looked as if he didn’t have a care in the world. 

“Basically all of Beacon Hill’s finest ladies in this one house and, yet, you still manage to be here in the kitchen, alone.” I laughed, approaching the counter with the alcohol on it and wasting no time in making myself a cocktail. “Why am I not surprised, Stilinski?“ 

Stiles let out a chuckle as he stood up straight, realizing he was no longer by himself. 

“Yeah, well, none of them really catch my eye.” He shrugged before taking a sip from his red plastic cup. 

“Not unless she’s a redhead with emerald green eyes, right?” I raised an eyebrow, picking up some ice from its bucket and dropping them into my own cup. 

“Right.” Stiles nodded, licking any lingering liquid off his pink lips. He slowly approached, stopping to stand behind me. “And what miracle brought you here? You hate parties.“ 

“As do you.” I smirked, turning around and leaning against the cupboards. “I remember a certain boy with a buzzcut telling me all about his social anxiety." 

“Well, some things have indeed changed for that boy and, yet, he still does have terrible anxiety." Stiles shrugged, resting his body against the island that was fixiated in the middle of the kitchen. "He manages to grow out his hair and even a few muscles, but can’t shake off the constant feeling of being threatened." 

"I blame natural selection. This is life’s way of telling us we’re the weaker links.” I raised my cup to Stiles and smirked. “So, here’s to us actually surviving this long and proving evolution wrong." 

“Cheers.” Stiles chuckled, also raising his cup. We tapped our cups and with smiles on our faces, gulped down our drinks. 

“Mm.“ I swallowed the last of my drink and turned around to refill my cup. "I should probably go back to Trevor. Wouldn’t want him suffering at this party alone." 

"Ah, yes, your boyfriend.” Stiles raised an eyebrow, a look of disapproval spreading across his face. “Also known as Tragic Trevor by most." 

“Not this again.” I groaned, rolling my eyes at him. With a sigh, I put down the bottle of Jack I used to fill the contents of my plastic cup and faced Stiles.

“Sorry.“ He lifted his hands in surrender. "You know I’m just looking out for you, right?" 

“Yes, Stiles.” I sighed, beginning to walk out of the kitchen. “You and the rest of the pack have made it very clear how much you hate my new boyfriend." 

“Hey, no. We don’t hate him.” Stiles spoke, following behind me. “We just strongly dislike him." 

“It’s not like you guys ever tried to actually like him, anyway.” I scoffed as I entered the living room. A feeling of confusion came over me when I peered over to the couch and Trevor wasn’t anywhere in sight. 

“Okay, fine. You have a point there.“ Stiles confessed, standing beside me whilst I looked around the room to try and find my boyfriend. "But, we also have our reasons, Emma. You know what the rumors say about him being the spawn of satan or whatever." 

“Stiles, I’m not having this discussion with you again.” I stated, deciding to ignore him when my eyes landed on a very happy Scott. He was, currently, sitting at the bottom of the staircase with a bubbly Kira wrapped in his arms. 

“Hey, guys.“ I greeted the couple once I approached them, having to speak a little louder due to the deafening music. 

"Hey!” They both exclaimed in union, clearly thrilled to see me here. Kira was obviously drunk and even Scott seemed a little tipsy. He must have laced his drink with some species of wolfsbane to get this effect.

“Have you guys seen Trevor, anywhere?” I asked them, hoping they weren’t drunk enough to not even be able to notice their surroundings. 

“Oh, yeah.“ Scott spoke up, his words slurring, and a sigh of relief left my lips. "I think he went to the bathroom upstairs." 

“Thanks, Scotty.” I smiled at him and he smiled back, his eyes sparkling. 

A feeling of happiness washed over me as I stared at him. If there’s someone in this world that deserves nothing other than the absolute best, that person is Scott McCall. He does so much for the people around him, constantly putting their lives before his. But, the thing is, he doesn’t do it because he feels like he has to, he does it because that’s just who he is. A person so good and so pure that he can light up an entire room with just his smile.

I managed to walk past Scott and Kira and up the staircase. An annoyed sigh left my chest when I heard the sound of footsteps following behind me. 

“Stiles, what are you doing?“ I asked the brown eyed boy once we reached the top of the stairs. 

“I’m sorry for bringing all of that up again.” He apologized, scratching the back of his neck. 

“It’s fine, Stiles.“ I spoke honestly and walked up to the bathroom in the hall. "Just go back to the party." 

“No, I want to help you find him.” Stiles stood his ground and I nodded, allowing him to make it up to me. 

My right hand curled around the handle to the bathroom door and turned it. I slowly pushed the door open and, immediately, regretted ever trying to look for Trevor in the first place. I had no idea what I would end up actually finding. 

The drink that was still in my hands from the kitchen dropped down to the floor and all of the liquid spread across the hall’s carpet as I stared in shock at the scene before me. 

A girl I’ve never seen before was sitting on top of the sink’s counter with her legs wrapped around my boyfriend’s waist. The feeling of disgust washed over me as I watched Trevor stick his tongue down her throat. It was only then that I noticed her hands fumbling with his belt and I felt as if I was going to be sick.

Stiles was the first to speak with a faint ‘holy shit’ leaving his mouth. 

The two horny teenagers detached their lips from each other and turned their heads towards the opened door.

Trevor’s eyes instantly landed on mine and I could see his pupils go from filled with lust to absolutely terrified

“Emma.“ He said my name nervously, his voice laced with surprise. 

I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t even think. All I could do was stare in shock as the realization hit me. 

My boyfriend pushed himself away from the girl with no name and anxiously tried to fix his belt. When he began to approach me was when I was finally able to actually move. 

"We’re over.” I stated weakly, my voice breaking and I could feel tears threaten to escape. 

“No, wait-“ He tried to protest, but I didn’t stick around to find out what excuse he would use. 

I ran down the stairs and rushed past Scott and Kira. I heard the sound of my name being called by my friends, but I didn’t even bother to answer. 

Without actually thinking, I pulled the front door open and trudged outside. I let out a scream of frustration so loud that I didn’t even hear the front door being opened behind me. 

Suddenly, a hand rested on my shoulder and I, immediately, jumped. Quickly turning around, my heartbeat slowed once I realized I wasn’t being attacked and it was just Stiles. 

He had this look on his face of I knew this would happen and I just wanted him to get the hell away from me.

“Don’t!” I shouted, anger lacing my voice, when he opened his mouth to speak. “Don’t you dare say ‘I told you so’." 

“Actually, I was just gonna ask you if you wanted a ride home.” Stiles stated, his voice kind and soft. 

“Oh.” I wiped away the tears that were rolling down my cheek and sighed. “I would, thanks." 

“Don’t mention it.” He waved his hand at me. “Come on." 

I nodded as he rested his hand on the small of my back and lead us to his blue jeep. I closed my eyes once inside and leaned my head against the window. A feeling of defeat came over me as I thought about my, yet another, failed relationship. 

The ride to my house was peaceful and comfortable. The radio played soft music and Stiles talked all the way through. Constantly making stupid jokes and witty sarcastic remarks to make me laugh. The strange part is that they actually worked. 

“And here we are.” Stiles stated with a playful voice once we pulled into my house’s driveway. “Need anything else before I go, m'lady?" 

“Actually, yes.” I nodded, taking him up on his offer. “Can you stay over? My parents are gone for the weekend and I really don’t want to spend the night alone with my own thoughts." 

A soft smile spread across his face, Stiles’ eyes filled with care. A feeling of warmth and comfort washed over my body. If there’s someone who always manages to make me feel safe, that person is, without a doubt, Stiles Stilinski.

"Of course.” Stiles nodded and turned the ignition off.

We both got out of Roscoe and entered my house. Stiles immediately layed down on the couch, already making himself feel at home, and I went upstairs to grab blankets and pillows for him to sleep comfortably. 

It didn’t take me long to get what I needed and walk back downstairs to hand them to Stiles. 

“Thanks.“ He smiled, putting the blankets and pillows down on the couch he would be crashing on. 

“No problem.” I smiled back. “Do you need any pajamas to sleep in? I could go get something from my dad’s clothes." 

“Nah, that won’t be necessary.” Stiles waved me off, resting his head against the sofa. 

“Well, what are you going to sleep in?“ I furrowed my eyebrows at him and Stiles laughed, turning to look at me. 

“Emma, I’m a guy.” He chuckled, pointing to himself. “So, you know, my boxers." 

“Oh, right.” I laughed, a small blush creeping up on my cheeks. “I forgot how easy things are for your kind." 

“It’s a blessing, really.” Stiles shrugged. But then, suddenly, sat up with a look of surprise stretched across his face. 

Before I could even ask what was wrong, Stiles’ hands flew to his jean’s pocket and pulled out a buzzing phone. 

“Hey, dad.“ He answered the phone, his voice nervous and I laughed. "Yeah, no. I’m sorry, I forgot to mention there was a party-" 

Stiles abruptly stopped speaking and I can only assume his dad had interrupted him. He rolled his eyes in annoyance as the Sheriff clearly lectured his only son.

I chuckled a bit, standing up from the couch and Stiles’ eyes followed me. 

"I’m gonna go change.” I explained, pointing to the staircase behind me. 

“I know you hate it when I do that, dad…” Stiles sighed into the phone, but not without giving me a thumbs up, first. 

With a smile on my lips, I ran up into my room and put on comfortable clothes to relax in. My pajamas consisted of a blue tank-top and striped shorts. I didn’t go back downstairs before managing to quickly brush my teeth. 

“So, did you tell your dad you’re sleeping over?“ I asked Stiles with a grin on my face once I sat back down on the sofa. 

“Yeah, he’s not too thrilled about it, but whatever.” Stiles shrugged, putting his phone on the coffee table before him. “I’m here for you." 

“Thanks.” I smiled weakly and he faced me, his eyebrows raising up. 

“Speaking of which, are you okay?“ Stiles question was sincere and filled with concern. 

“Yeah, I guess so.” I sighed, leaning into the cushions. “We haven’t been dating that long, anyway. It wasn’t like we were in love or anything. Trevor and I were still getting to know each other, really. I don’t know, it just hurts that he would so easily humiliate me like that. That every boyfriend I’ve ever had only ever thought about themselves." 

Stiles looked at me as if he were trying really hard to understand what I was saying and I let out another sigh. 

“Look, every relationship I’ve ever been in ended badly. Maybe, I should just stop trying, you know? Maybe I should just have one night stands and never worry about being someone’s girlfriend ever again." 

“Hey, at least you have relationships.” Stiles intervened, letting out a breath of defeat himself. “I’ve been trying to be with Lydia since forever and it’s only ever lead to nothing.”  

“Okay, but you dated Malia.“ I pointed out and Stiles scoffed. 

“Malia was a mistake.” He shook his head. “I mean, don’t get me wrong she’s amazing, but we were never a real couple. I guess I just dated her because I pitied her, really.”

“We’re both such failures in the romance department.” I chuckled and Stiles chuckled along with me. “God, I am so done with romance." 

“Oh, you can’t be serious?” He smirked. 

“No, but I am.“ I disagreed and, then, turned my entire body to face Stiles. "You know what I really want?" 

Stiles shook his head and grinned. "What do you really want?" 

“To have someone that I can just have sex with.” I confessed and Stiles laughed. “I’m serious! I wish that that existed. You know, someone you meet with regularly just to satisfy your needs. No feelings and no complications, just pure sex." 

“It does exist.” Stiles stated. “They call it friends with benefits." 

“God, I want that.” I sighed, closing my eyes and returning to my resting position on the couch. 

“Yeah, me too.“ Stiles confessed and my eyes snapped open. 

“What?” I laughed. “What about Lydia?" 

“What about Lydia?” He shrugged and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Yes, I’m in love with Lydia, but I also have needs, you know?" 

"Oh, my God.” I scoffed, staring at him in awe. “You’re such a guy." 

“You know what? I am going to take that as a compliment.” Stiles spoke, his expression clearly smug. 

I watched as his tongue darted out of his mouth and wet his bottom lip, a feeling of desire, suddenly, pulsing through me. That’s when a brilliant idea came to me and the lightbulb in my head went off. 

And apparently, I wasn’t the only one with this new thought inside my mind. Stiles’ eyes seethed want and excitement. The sexual tension in the room now beginning to feel palpable. 

“Stiles…“ I said his name slower than usual as my eyes went back up to his. "Are you thinking what I’m thinking?" 

“Well, that depends.” Stiles grinned, his eyes piercing into mine. “Are you thinking about chicken nuggets?" 

"Stilinski, I know for a fact you’re not thinking about chicken nuggets, right now.” I stated, biting down on my bottom lip and I could see his eyes quickly flicker to my mouth then back up. 

“Okay.“ He smirked, leaning in closer to me. "Then, what am I thinking about?”

My eyes narrowed at him, a wave of lust crashing down on my body. 

“Well, I can only assume you’re thinking the same as I am.” I inched closer, the space between our faces slimming considerably. “And I just so happen to be thinking about taking off my clothes… for your amusement." 

“My amusement?” I could sense the cocky smile in his words even though our eyes shared an intense and tension-filled stare. 

I slowly nodded and reached behind my back to unhook my laced bra. Stiles’ eyes never left mine as I gently pushed the straps down my arms. 

“Because I know that what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours is filled with the smuttiest ideas that even porn can’t come up with.“ I took my bra out from under my shirt and threw it on his lap. "And I want you to know that I can help you persue them." 

Stiles’ eyes quickly broke our gaze and they shifted to the intimate garment on his thighs. With a small and almost inaudable moan escaping his lips, Stiles’ gaze rested on my erect nipples just underneath the thin layer of cotton.

"Stiles.” I called his name and his eyes reluctantly snapped up to mine. “Do you want to do this? To become friends with benefits?" 

“God, yes.” He groaned, his strong demeanor faltering.

A bolt of desire rushed through my body and rested down in my core. A smirk permanently etching on my lips.

“Then, take me.”

That’s all the encouragement Stiles needed to break the small space between us and push his urgent lips against mine. A moan fell from my mouth when his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him.

Stiles’ lips worked expertly on mine and it made me curious as to how perfectly his tongue must work as well. Sliding my tongue against his bottom lip, I asked Stiles for an entrance and he granted me one.

Our tongues danced together, both mouths knowing exactly how to pleasure the other and, honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been with such a good kisser before.

“Wait.” He broke the kiss, his chest breathing heavily. “We’re too close of friends, this can’t possibly work.”

“What are you talking about?” I furrowed my eyebrows, also out of breath. “That’s what makes this so perfect. You and I have no romantic interests in each other. We’re just here for the sex.”

“Okay, but what if one of us ends up wanting more than just sex?”

“That’s not gonna happen.” I shook my head and stretched my arms behind his neck. “You’re infatuated with Lydia and I never want a relationship again." 

“What if one of us falls for the other?” Stiles spoke with his voice full of concern.

“Stiles, you’re thinking too much.“ I smiled and pressed my lips against his neck.

"That’s not gonna happen and if by some off chance that it does, we shut this down immediately.”

“Emma-“

"Stiles, relax.” I spoke in between kisses. My tongue darting out to softly suck on his pulse point and Stiles moaned. “How about this? We do this tonight and, by the time we’re done, if you still feel this way about it, we never do it again. Do you think that’ll be okay with you?”

I looked up to see Stiles with his eyes closed as he lets me work my magic on his neck. He slowly opens his eyes once I stop and stares at me.

“Yes.” Stiles nods, his grip around my waist tightening. “That sounds like a good plan.”

“Wonderful.” I smiled, urgently kissing him again.

Stiles’ hands lowered down to my ass and he squeezed it, a shameless moan being released from me. I let us enjoy this moment of devouring each others’ lips before deatching myself from his arms and standing up.

His eyes never left me, even though he was very confused, and I couldn’t help but gaze at his very swollen and plump pink lips. It makes me wonder about what his other swollen and pink body part must look like at this exact moment.

As I bite down on the bottom of my lip, I slowly pull up my shirt off my body. If we were in a cartoon right now, Stiles’ eyes would be out of their sockets with how wide they are.

I let him take in the sight in front of him before walking towards my staircase, never taking my eyes off of Stiles. Lifting my finger, I seductively called him towards me and he instantly jumped up.

The next thing I know, we’re both running up the stairs and into my room. Stiles’ mouth crashes back onto mine as soon as he closes the bedroom door.

My hands make their way through his silky hair, slightly pulling back and Stiles lets out a small whimper.

“That felt strangely good.” He laughed against my lips and smiling into the kiss, I pulled his hair again.

Something lit up inside of Stiles as he, suddenly, broke our kiss and urgently pushed me onto my bed. A laugh and an excited squeal escaped my chest the second I fall back onto the mattress.

Stiles hovers over me and my eyes flicker into his. The boy with beautiful freckles, currently, had large and dark pupils, full of burning lust.

It’s as if our lips had found this new addiction we just can’t shake off as we kiss continuously. My fingers slowly unbotton his plaid shirt and my hands go underneath the fabric, my panties getting wetter at the feeling of his smooth skin against my palm.

Breaking the kiss, I push Stiles’ shirt off his shoulders and my tongue grazes the bottom of my lip as I stare at his impressive chest.

Stiles has never been an athletic person, but he sure does have the body of one. His shoulders were broad, his arms surprisingly strong with muscles, and his stomach lean enough to show the start of future abs in the making. I guess playing lacrosse and running away from supernatural creatures all these years have really paid off.

With a smirk spread across my lips, I quickly pushed Stiles’ beside me and rolled over his body. He had a new sense of excitement spark in his eyes as I lowered my head, pressing my lips against his inviting skin.

My fingers played along with Stiles’ delicious happy trail and I could feel the goosebumps rapidly appearing on his skin. My tongue trailed down and stopped right before the immediate hair poking out of his kakis and I could see his chest rising up and down.

Stiles breathed heavily as I unlooped his belt out of his pants and threw them onto the floor. With anticipation aching inside of my body, I unbottoned his pants and slid them down his legs.

The fire burning in my core heated even more when my eyes came face to face with the bulge popping in his boxers. As soon as I finished pulling his pants off his legs and discarded of them, Stiles, unexpectedly, grabbed me. He pulled me up towards him and pushed me down onto the bed, him being back on top. 

“What are you doing?” I laughed at his suddeness and Stiles smiled cockily at me.

“I want to taste you.” He confessed, slowly sliding my pajama shorts off my legs. “Right now.”

“Damn.” I moaned, the smile on my face disappearing and being replaced with my teeth biting down on my lips.

Once the shorts were finally on the floor, Stiles hovered down to the bottom half of my body and my core ached in anticipation.

“Holy shit.” Stiles moaned, my breath hitching in my lungs as he swipes a finger over the thin layer of cotton covering me. “You are so fucking wet.”

All I could do was whimper, my body craving his most intimate touch. Stiles did the unexpected when he ripped apart my panties and I gasped.

Before I could even complain, his tongue swiped along my folds and an embarrassing sound came out of my chest in response.

My body seethed with lust as he stretched my legs apart and settled his head between them. Fuck, that’s hot.

I couldn’t contain my filthy moans when he slowly rolled his tongue over my clitoris, my fingers resting on the back of his head. Stiles drew figure eights with his tongue and I pulled against his hair, both of us now whimpering and moaning.

“Fuck, Stiles.“ I managed to call out in between pleasure-filled groans. "More.”

He didn’t need to be told twice as Stiles spread my legs apart even more and added his fingers to the mix.

Stiles licked harder at my clit and pressed a finger into my core, causing one hand of mine to let go of his hair and harshly cling onto the bedsheet.

Before I could even ask, Stiles added another finger. My body was already drowing in pleasure, but I really lost it when he curled his fingers inside of me.

“Fuck.” I grunted in lust, my heart beating faster than ever and my eyes flickering shut.

Stiles’ tongue and fingers did absolute magic and when my legs started shaking uncontrollably was when I knew I was close.

“Stiles, I’m almost there.” My voice sounded weak as the need to release flooded me.

With his free hand, Stiles gripped onto my thigh and worked harder. His fingers pumped faster along with his tongue.

The second Stiles gently bit down on my clitoris was when my orgasm had reached its much needed peak. All I remember was my back arching, my legs shaking, and my toes curling as the orgasm washed over me.

The pleasure made its way through my veins and I could feel it dance on every inch of my skin.

Stiles kept going to increase my high and only stopped when I had to literally pull him away from my body.

My chest rose and fell constantly with my heavy breaths, a grin planted on his face as he hovered back over me.

“Do you have any idea how fucking delicious you taste?“ Stiles smirked, his face inches from mine. His finger wiped some of my juices off my thigh and made its way past his swollen lips and into his mouth.

All I could do was shake my head, my panting too heavy.

With a cocky grin permanently etched onto his lips, he repeated his actions. But, this time his finger slowly entered my mouth.

Never breaking our eye contact, I sucked on his finger. My tongue grazed his wet skin and I could feel Stiles’ cock twitch against my thigh. A moan fell from my lips when I tasted myself. He was actually right, I really do have a pretty impressive taste.

"You are so fucking hot.” Stiles audibly moaned before pulling his finger out of my warm mouth and crashing his lips against mine.

I could faintly taste myself in his kiss and my hands flew to the hem of his boxers in response.

“This needs to go.” I breathed against his lips and Stiles nodded in agreement.

He broke away from me to take off his underwear and I swear I had to actually control myself from drooling at the sight of his penis.

“Well, fuck.” I groaned, my eyes unable to look away.

“Do you like what you see?“ Stiles chuckled, tossing his boxers on the floor.

"Oh, I love what I see.” I confessed, reaching my hand for his very pink and very swollen tip. “Damn.“

Stiles let out a hitched breath when my index finger came into contact with his head, wiping the precum from his skin. His wide and gleaming eyes never left mine as I put my finger with his precum into my mouth.

“Mhm.” I moaned appreciatively at the salty taste, my warm tongue running over my finger.

“Holy fuck.” Stiles grunted, wasting no time in placing himself between my legs and hitching them behind his waist. “Where do you keep your condoms?”

“Nightstand.“ I stated, ready for this to take its next step.

Stiles’ arm reached over to my nightstand and he opened the drawer. My lips planted wet kisses against his neck as he grabbed a condom from its box.

I began sucking on his pulse point, Stiles letting out a small moan before impatiently ripping the package with his teeth. My tongue grazed his delicious skin and Stiles put the protection on his member.

His hands carefully pulled my face away from his neck and laid me down on my pillow. Stiles’ lips fell back onto my own and he let go of my head. His left hand wrapped around my thigh as his other hand got a hold of his cock, positioning himself against my entrance.

“Ready?” Stiles asked before going any further. I nodded with a smirk, my tongue wetting the bottom of my lip.

He kissed me again before slowly pushing himself into me. We both let out animalistic moans against each others’ mouths at the feeling of our bodies deliciously joining.

His cock stretched my walls and my nails dug into his shoulder, a pained grunt escaping from Stiles. I quickly pulled my nails away from his skin.

“Sorry.” I apologized as he stopped once he was fully in, now waiting for me to adjust to his size.

“Don’t be.” Stiles lazily smiled, his eyes narrowing with a smirk. “I actually liked it.”

A chuckled erupted from my chest and Stiles laughed along with me. My nails once again digging into his back and he whimpered in satisfaction.

Stiles patiently waited for my body to be ready and distracted himself in the time being. He leaned in and began kissing my collarbone, swiping his tongue across.

“You can move now.” I suggested when my core began throbbing with need.

Without detaching his lips from my skin, Stiles slowly pulled out and, then, pushed back in. My heels dug into his ass as he thrusted in a slow, but amazing, pace.

Once he sensed I could go for more, Stiles picked up the speed and my body thanked him for it. 

I never imagined having sex with one of my closest friends, but boy was I sure glad it’s now happening.

Something about seeing a best friend in his most exposing and vulnerable moment is such a turn on. Having sex just for the sake of pleasure without any feelings attached is truly the dream… and I just might get to live it.

Stiles was now pounding into me at this point and the moans we were both releasing felt so dirty and I loved every second of it. His mouth found its way back on mine, but our kisses were too messy and actually lazy from how concentrated we were on the building pleasure in our groins.

With every thrust, my body was feeling increasingly good and nearing its peak. Who would’ve ever guessed that Stiles Stilinski was so impressively great at sex?

“Are you close?” A breathless Stiles asked against my lips.

“Yes.“ I nodded as I felt his pounding beginning to feel sloppy. "What about you?”

“Pretty much already there.” Stiles confessed and I smiled against his lips.

Poor thing’s trying to hold on as long as he can for my sake. I took one of hands from his back and made my way towards where our bodies were moving together.

“I got it.” Stiles stated between kisses and placed his middle finger on my clitoris before I could.

I moaned loudly in appreciation and Stiles grinned against my mouth. He wasted no time in rapidly working on my nub, getting me to my release faster.

With a scream falling from my lips, I was the first to cum. My orgasm crashing down on me hard. I could feel my walls clenching around Stiles and that’s when he lost it.

His face settling in my neck as my body muffled his own scream. Our bodies shook together, the intense pleasure taking over the both of us.

Stiles only stopped thrusting when we both couldn’t take anymore, our private parts too sensitive to handle movement.

“Fuck.” Stiles said completely out of breath, softly pulling out and falling on the bed beside me. “That was amazing.”

“I’ll say.“ I scoffed, wiping the accumulated sweat off my forehead. "Impressive work, Stilinski.”

I raised my hand into the air and Stiles laughed the second he noticed what I was requesting.

“You, too.“ His palm came into contact with mine for a much deserved high-five.

With a smile etched across my lips, I turned my head so that I could face him. Stiles was already looking at me with satisfied eyes.

"So, do you want this to be a regular thing?” I asked, smirking at his glowing smile.

“Well, I don’t see why not.“ Stiles shrugged.

"Attaboy, Stilinski.” I laughed and fistbumped his shoulder. “This is gonna be so much fucking fun.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.“

Forgive Me Father... (M)

Originally posted by flouki

Warnings: Blasphemy.  Sin.
Word Count: 2100
A/N: This wasn’t a request, this is just how my mind works.  
I saw Taecyeon dressed as a priest, I remembered the Pretty Reckless song “Going to Hell,” and now we’re all on our way into the pits…
Also, I read a Priest!Soo/Incubus!Chanyeol fic and my Priest kink was reawakened a few weeks ago.  Thank you Universe.


Taecyeon sat in the confessional as the parishioner said her thanks and left.  Most of the confessions had been the same.  The married women, sinful thoughts and desires for another man.  The single women confessed to impure thoughts and masturbation.  

It no longer shocked him, the sinful confessions.  After the first few months of being the new young priest, he predicted a few admirers here and there.  However he never expected that nearly half of the parishioners, both male and female, would take such a liking to him.

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anonymous asked:

Last ep Iris said that she used to think she was the only one who didn't get the Flash, so maybe a fic of Barry showing her just how much of the Flash she gets? :P

omg nonnie, this was probably the most fun I’ve had writing a prompt. Thank you for this AWESOME idea. i reallllly hope you like it. (note – it’s smutty as hell soooo …. YEAH, ENJOY :)

you can also read/save this on AO3.


The thing about words are that they can’t be unsaid; they burrow into the hollow of one’s soul, finding purchase in uncertainty. They twist at and pull and gnarl the strings of it, leaving behind a patchwork web of hurts that just don’t heal right.

Sometimes it feels like the Flash is this guy my boyfriend becomes when he runs off to save other people. Like I’m the only one who doesn’t get the Flash. He felt separate from you.

She’d finished her declaration with the truth — that she loved him, all of him. But there was something … off about Barry, now. Something she couldn’t quite place.

Sure, they were happy enough. Cooking dinners together was still a delight, with him sneaking up behind her to add bits of seasoning or pepper her neck with warm, distracting kisses; their Tuesday movie night was a blast, full of sugar highs from dollar store candy and debates over whether Sam needed to carry Frodo up Mount Doom or not; Wednesday night was full of throaty moans and warm flesh pressed against various surfaces — the kitchen table, couch cushions, cool glass of the patio doors — as Iris’ third orgasm rocked through her, spiraling around Barry’s needy thrusting and harsh breathing.

She’d never known this kind of blissful happiness. But her earlier words lingered between them somehow; they folded themselves into the way he eyed her, green gaze molten with worry.

So on the night of the annual Central City Charity Gala, Iris thought she might ease the tension by inviting him to paint the town with her.

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I now have wired wrapped pendants for sale on my etsy!

As many of you know, I’m of a witchy persuasion and I got back into wire wrapping as a way of carrying my favorite stones and crystals around with me.  And as I’ve come to understand, other people would also like to carry pretty rocks around their necks, and friends let me tell you that I’m here to help.  

I am currently working two jobs in an attempt to save up for many things, the biggest one being moving in the fall.  I’d like to pad what I’m already putting aside, and would also love to make sharing my art a paying (third) side gig.  And if I can get things rolling here, it will also help fund my ability to bring y’all more art and jewelry without having to break the bank as it were. 

I’d really appreciate the help, either in purchasing one of my pendants or in sharing this post so that others might find it!  And thanks to everyone who has continued to help me out and put their faith in my and my work, it really means a lot.  

anonymous asked:

If you're taking any requests can you do Clay getting picked on/made fun of by some of the jocks not on the tapes due to his relationship with tony and for being a nerd and then everyone in the tapes standing up for him and telling and all telling the bully to back off please? It's okay if you can't or don't want to!

Hey so sorry this suck a lot but yeahhhh; I felt like nerd wasn’t the best considering Jeff has only just passed when this is set, and the jocks probably knew Clay was helping Jeff, and also that the whole being gay thing was probably not like out yet, but here is my best attempt… SORRY AGAINNNNN

Montgomery’s reign of terror, is turned on Clay after a misdirected foot lands him in deep trouble.

Montgomery de la Cruz was quite possibly Liberty High’s resident asshole. And while Tyler got the brunt of it, today was Clay’s turn. Tony, Skye and Clay sit on one of the outer tables of the cafeteria’s wide selection. And while to an outsider, the trio may have seemed odd, it had a very simple explanation; Tony dated Clay, Clay befriended Skye, and Skye enjoyed their company.

Unbeknownst to Clay, as he turned to reach his bag on the ground, his foot managed to catch the very edge of Montgomery’s shoe. Almost comically, de la Cruz trips, sliding a good few feet before coming to a stop. There is a roar of laughter from the jocks, and a snicker from Skye, while Clay does his best to move to where Montgomery had fallen to help him up. Tony shakes his head, thinking of how typical-Clay this was.

But when the laughter cuts off, and glances drift away, the real fight starts. Monty shoves Clay backward, Clay’s thighs hitting an empty table.

“Watch where you’re going.” Monty mutters, snarling.

“It was- I didn’t mean to.” Clay stammers, brushing down his shirt. “You were the one not watching.”

The jock stopped dead in his tracks. As his usual smirk took over his expression, he turned slowly towards Clay. “Are you fucking with me?” The cafeteria had fallen silent; and several of the featured students on Hannah Baker’s tapes were now making their way over, probably out of fear. The only two absent were Bryce and Alex, and after Alex’s own suicide, nobody was seeing him around school again.

“No, you-” Clay’s cut off by the jock grabbing his shirt again.

“Listen here you little fag. I swear to God.”

Justin wreathes Montgomery off Clay. “What the hell are you doing?” Courtney is next to get involved, putting herself between the jock and Clay.

“He tripped me.”

Several of them covered their laughs, and even Monty realised how ridiculous it sounded out loud. But what happened next was a shock. Tony has somehow mad his way through the crowd, breathing heavily, with rage burning in his eyes. “What did you call him?” Tony snarls, before driving his fist into Monty’s stomach. “I really don’t like that word, de la Cruz.”

Sheri stands next to Clay, her hand on his shoulder, asking whether he’s okay. He nods, his eyes following Tony as he pulls away from the jock on the floor. Tony winks at Clay, before taking his seat again. While Tony and Clay hadn’t exactly told anyone about how they’d started seeing each other, it was nice to see his boyfriend stand up for him. And how fucking hot his boyfriend looked while angry.

Imagine finding out you’re pregnant and not wanting to tell Sonny

(A/N: Hey @itsallraultome bet you didn’t think I’d give you a crossover double bill. ;). I made this imagine super long for you guys (pretty sure it’s the longest) mostly because my results day is on Thursday and I’ll either want to celebrate or drown in misery. I’ll try to put up another tomorrow to tide you guys over but this one is long just in case I can’t. So if their isn’t one tomorrow. Except the next to be up on Friday or Saturday. It’s the part two to one of your guy’ and mines favourite. So stay tuned. Hope you enjoy this!)

Imagine finding out you’re pregnant and not wanting to tell Sonny

“Are you okay?” Sonny asked waiting for you outside the bathroom door after you swung it open.

He was standing their shirtless with blue pyjama pants and his hair was a mess. Not that you looked any better. Your hair was thrown up in messy ponytail, you were wearing a tank top and shorts. Your face red and puffy due to all the vomiting.

“Not really.” you muttered bitterly as a sharp pain hit your stomach again.

You steadied yourself on the doorframe, leaning forward to control the pain, psychically wincing.

“Do you think it was something you ate?” he asked putting a comforting hand on shoulder.

“I’d bet on it.” you chuckled harshly.

“What was it?” He inquired.

“What do you think?” you asked 


“I told you not to eat it. I warned you.” Sonny reminded.

“Well what was supposed to eat? It was the only thing we had because somebody didn’t go get the groceries even though it was their turn.” you reminded annoyed.

“When was suppose to get them? I worked the same hours you did.” Sonny argued.

“I don’t know. You should have figured it out.” you countered.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. I’m not going to argue with you while your sick.” he sighed cutting the disagreement short.

“You sure? You might actually have a chance of winning.” you mentioned.

“No, come on. Let’s go back to bed. You need to relax, get some rest.” he ordered/suggested as he began guiding you back to bed.

“No,” you said pushing him away, “I’m going to go sleep in the guest room.”

“Why?” he asked surprised.

“Because I’m in pain and cranky. And when I’m like this it is extremely possible just to get back at you. Next time I need to throw up. It will be on you.” you warned

“Are you mad at me?” he asked cautiously.

“No, like I said. I’m going to sleep in the other so both of us can get a good nights sleep. If anything I’m proving how much I like you by doing this.” you joked sarcastically.

“Okay then, I’ll miss you though.” he whined.

“Not like this you won’t.” you informed.

“You’d be surprised what I can tolerate when it comes to you. I love you.” Sonny joked wrapping his arms around.

“I love you too.” you sighed into his chest.

He leaned down to kiss you but you stopped him by putting your palm on his bare chest gently.

“I have vomit breath.” you warned giving him a funny look.

“I don’t care.” he smiled moving your arm and kissing you anyway, “Come on I’ll help you to your room.”

“You are not staying.” you warned as you began walking out your room into the hallway.

“You said that on our first date. Didn’t work out too well, did it?” he reminded with a cheeky grin.

“Whatever. Wake me up for work, okay?” you asked.


“You’re going to work tomorrow?” he responded surprised.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I’m already starting to feel slightly better.”

“Alright then, night. Try to get some sleep, okay?” he agreed though you could tell he was skeptical.

“I’ll try not to be too loud when I rush to the bathroom.” you winked understanding what he was suggesting.

“It’s all I ask.” he smiled.

You kissed his cheek before going into the guest-room. You flopped onto the bed and closed your eyes in an attempt to soothe the headache.

You met Sonny four years ago and you’d been dating for three and a half. It was funny, really. You never expected you would ever go out with him, let alone fall in love with him, when you first met him. You became his partner after you transferred to Manhattan SVU from Brooklyn Vice.

Inherently, being a Reagan meant that not everyone on the force liked you. They thought you were only here because of your last name. It got even worse after you became a Detective. At the time you transferred you were used, when you got a new partner, that they would either immediately not like you or be overly nice to you because they wanted you to put a good word in for them.

When you were first introduced to Sonny, you assumed he was the latter. You put him through the ringer, setting up precautionary tests, Danny had suggested them, to see how he’d react. Clearly, he passed. He didn’t care. All he cared about was how good at the job you were, how you treated people and trusting that you had his back.

After the initial awkwardness, you both became fast friends. He wasn’t like anyone else you’d met. Especially, cop-wise. He was sensitive and emotional cop while you’d grown up with tough and abrasive cops, take Danny as an example. You were a mixture of the two. You liked to be sarcastic and distant yourself emotionally from the cases you delay with but you occasionally you’d sensitivity and emotion. Sonny could also get angry at times.

Sonny always came in with a smile on his face. He could light up the room with it. Your desks were opposite each other so you always saw it. You had always liked Sonny, bar that first day, when you started to like him more than just in a partner sense, who don’t know. Maybe the late nights at the office or those all night stakeouts.Maybe it’s because. He actually took an interest in you. Y/N Reagan and not Y/N Reagan. You shared of love over your siblings children and food. Soon you knew almost everything about each other. He knew things about you that even your family didn’t know.

He’s the only person you ever talked about Joe as well. Unlike the rest of your family who had talked to each other. You hadn’t talk to anyone else about him except Sonny.

You kept your crush over the six months you knew each other but weren’t dating a secret. You never could have imagined Sonny falling for someone like you. You were good as friend but you didn’t think you were the type of girl he’d bring home to his parents.

Though they did like you. He’d invited you round as a guest once to Carisi family dinner. It was strange being at a non Reagan family dinner. It was light-hearted and fun. The sorts of conversations you usually had family dinner were banned.

His mother was actually the first one to mention that he had a crush on you from his side. On your side Jamie mentioned it first. Stating that if you could only see the way he looks at you. You were good at hiding your emotions.  Erin was the first person to guess you liked him. It was after you ran into each other at the courthouse and introduced them. She teased you about it to no end but she didn’t mention it to anyone else in the family, except Linda, who came down to your precinct, just to check him out.

You admitted you liked each other after a hostage situation where Sonny was taken. Quite a dramatic start to your relationship but in a weird way you both needed it. It was sort of a jumpstart that you both needed to confess your feelings for each other. You’d expect such a dramatic start would lead to a dramatic relationship but it really didn’t. Both you and Sonny were Detectives. No day at work was like the other. Everyday was different, dynamic, dangerous. So you both enjoyed your home lives and its simplicity.

Work was chaos while home was routine. You and Sonny had a routine that you’d cultivated over your three and half years. Though it really started when you moved in together two years ago. You worked all week, with Carisi family dinner on Thursday and whatever day Reagan dinner which varied week to week but usually on a Sunday. Saturday mornings you’d go to ballet recitals when they were on for Sonny’s nieces and on Sunday mornings you went to Sean and Jack’s game. You also had date-night every fortnight.

Your lives were chaotic and so were both your families. You both appreciated the simplicity of your little world.

The next morning you woken up Sonny gently shaking you.

“What?” you grumbled into your pillow, flipping over dramatically.

“I’ll take that as you still don’t feel better.” he asked leaning over and rubbing your back.

You nodded your head, flipping back over gently this time because you began to feel queasy.

“I figured, you seemed too sick last night for it just to be food poising.” Sonny admitted.

“What do you thinks wrong with me then Dr Carisi?” you tried to smile.

“Stomach flu, probably. Fin had a few weeks ago.” Sonny diagnosed.

“Remind me to kill him.” you muttered.

You looked at Sonny and you had noticed he was dressed for work. You looked at the time to see it was 8:00am, two hours after you usually wake up.

“Why didn’t you wake me? We’re going to be late!” you asked panicked, sitting up fast, too fast.

You rushed to the bathroom again and as you came out he was waiting for you again.

“That’s why.” he pointed out.

“So you’re going to work and I’m just staying here?” you asked sadly sitting heavily back onto the bed.

“Of course not. I’m not leaving you alone like this. I called your Grandpa and you’re going to stay with for today and I’ll pick you up after work. I called Liv and told her you’re not coming in today and I also called your doctor. You’ve got an appointment at 2:30.” he explained.

“If I ever break up with you it’s because you’re too perfect.” you commented in fake bitterness.

“Hmm.” he smiled leaning down to kiss you.

“Alright then, let me get my bag.” you said standing up slowly.

“Done.” he smiled pointing to the bag by the door.

“I’m this close.” you gestured with your fingers.

“Whatever.” he smiled shaking his head and walking towards the door and picking up your bag, “Come on let’s go. I let you sleep in so you can changed and ready at Grandpa’s.”

“Got it.” you said slipping on your slippers on and walking to him.

He wrapped a comforting arm around you and lead you to the car. The journey was filled with Sonny asking you were okay and you failing to reassure him as it felt like your insides were fighting each other to death and your head felt like it was going to explode.

When you finally got to your Grandpa’s he’d made a little set up for you right by the TV. You and your Grandpa had force Sonny to leave because he almost change his mind. Your Grandpa had cancelled all his plans to spend the day with you and take you to your doctors appointment. Though he spent the first hour you were hour you were there after Sonny, left praising him and how well he took care of you.

Your family loved Sonny. Sometimes, you fear more than you. They had accepted him with open arms well after the initial interrogations. He could talk shop with Dad and Danny. Law with Jamie and Erin. He loved the boys like he did his own nieces. He liked playing chess with Grandpa. And he didn’t mind when Nicky came over for monthly sleepovers. He fit perfectly into your family unit. As much you had his.

“Here you go.” Your Grandpa said standing behind the couch which you were lying on handing you a tray with infamous sick Reagan special.

Grilled cheese with tomato soup.

“Ugh.” you whined as you sat up, your insides still shaky but you were starving.

You began snacking hastily on the food you were so distracted that you didn’t notice your Grandfather watching you with a suspicious eye.

“You know, Jamie always used to have the stomach flu when he was a kid.” you Grandpa mentioned coming round and siting on the couch adjacent.

“A huh.’ you nodded your mouth full of food.

“So, obviously I know the symptoms of it quite well.” he continued.

“Mmm.” you prompted curious as to what he was getting at.

“Well you’ve got the nausea and stomach cramps but you don’t have the fever or muscle or joint pain.” he continued further.

“So you don’t think you I have the stomach flu?” you asked before taking another.

“Well it’s a possibility,” he started, “ but I think it’s more likely that your pregnant.”

You suddenly choked on your grilled cheese. You began coughing violently at the thought and because you had food lodged in your throat. He quickly handed you water. You stalled it hard. Contemplating the thought. You, pregnant? No. You probably heard him wrong.

“You think I’m what?” you asked hoping for a different answer.

“Pregnant,” he repeated with a big smile on his face, “You’re acting like every other Reagan woman. When your Grandmother was pregnant with your Father. She was like you. Sick, spent all day in bed, throwing up but could eat like a horse because she was constantly hungry.”

“I don’t think so Grandpa.” you chuckled nervously, “I mean we aren’t trying or anything and we’re careful.”

“These things have a way of happening.” he reminded whimsically.

“Nah. I don’t think so.” you denied once again.

“Well we’ll see.You’ve doctors appointment, in an hour. They’ll prove which one of us is right. “ you informed, “You also need to get ready for said appointment.”

You watched him as went back into the kitchen. You continued to eat but the suggestion stayed with you. You couldn’t stop thinking about it.

You, pregnant? No. You couldn’t be.

You and Sonny had, of course discussed kids, along with marriage and what you wanted out of life. You started discussing it after a random soccer game of Jack’s.  It’s funny really. When your discussing how many kids you want you don’t actually feel the weight of that decision. That car-ride you’d also made him agree that you wouldn’t try for kids until after your fifth anniversary. Which, right now was a year and half away. At the time who had the conversation about two years ago now.  Sonny was driving you both home after the game.

“What sports do you think our kids are going to play?” Sonny asked suddenly, keeping his eyes on the road.

“What?” you asked not hearing him at first.

“What sports will our kids play?” he repeated, turning to look at you momentarily, “You know on Saturday morning.”

“Well, I played soccer and softball when I was a kid. And as Jack just demonstrated, we Reagans, are pretty good at it. So soccer is a must. What about you?” you informed.

“Basketball.” he admitted.

“Really?” you asked surprised.

“Yeah, was pretty good at it too.” he smiled.

“Is that because you’re…” you went to ask but stopped.

“Tall.” he answered for you, “I’d love if my kid played basketball like I did. So it doesn’t leave mush room for soccer.”

“Well you said it. Either-way don’t we think we should let them decide. Maybe one will play soccer and the other basketball.” you suggested.

“So we need to have least two kids.” Sonny inferred.

“At least?” you questioned.

“Well yeah.” he assured.

“I’m sorry. How many kids do you want, exactly?” you asked leaning back in your seat.

“You want have this conversation now?” he asked.

“Why not? We’ve got time and we have been dating for soon to be two years and we have’t ever had the conversation.” you reminded.

“Well, alright go ahead.” Sonny agreed.

“We should do this properly. Do you want kids?” you inquired already knowing the answer.

“You already know the answer to that.” Sonny pointed.

“Humor me.” you chuckled.

“Yes, I do. I want kids. I always have. Ever since I was kid.” he responded a massive smile on his face.

“I do too. How many do you want?” you asked once again.

“Five.” he stated.

“Five?” you questioned in shock.

“Yeah, don’t you?” Sonny questioned back equally as shocked.

“I want kids but not that many.” you explained.

“Really? I thought you would.” he suggested confused.

“Why would you think that?” you questioned equally as confused.

“Well we both come from big families. You’re the youngest of five and I’m one in four. We know how much fun is to have loads of siblings.” he explained.

“Yeah, I come from a big family which is why I don’t want one of my own.” you countered.

“Come on. You don’t like coming from a big family?” he questioned skeptical.

“No, I love being from a big family that doesn’t mean it’s perfect. One kids always get forgotten.” you argued.

“I hardly, think you were forgotten.” Sonny said.

“I wasn’t talking about me,” you corrected, “I was referring to Jamie. If we have five kids what will happen to our Jamie?”

“So is that a no go. On the five kids?” he asked cautiously.

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” you sighed.
“Don’t be. I understand. I can compromise at four.” he sighed all-knowingly.

“Four?” you questioned.

“What’s wrong with four?” he complained.

“I don’t want four.” you argued chuckling slight at him.

“Well how many do you want?” he asked exasperated slightly

“Three.” you stated.

“Three?” he repeated in voice as if he found it the most confusing thing in the world.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with three?” you questioned smirking.

“What isn’t wrong with three?” he responded.

“You’re going to have to explain it to me.” you ordered chuckling.

“Have I ever told you about my irrational fear of the odd numbers.” he suggested suddenly and on the spot.

“No, you’ve never mentioned it.” you smirked playing along.

“Well, it’s bad. I scream, cry, the works. It get’s really bad. You ca ask Ma.” Sonny fabricated further.

“I will.” you smirked.

“On second thoughts. You shouldn’t it will remind her of really bad time.” he countered.

“Well, okay. I’ll give up my dream and we can have two, instead. If it is that big of a problem.” you sighed jokingly watching him out the corner of his eye.

“Or we could go up to four.” he suggested.

“No, we shouldn’t risk all that screaming and crying at three.” you dragged out.

“You know what three is, good. It’s fine. It’s great in fact.” he retracted.

“You sure?” you questioned jokingly.

“Yeah,” he reassured, “I’m cured.”

“Alright then,” you smiled, “Three it is.”

“When do you want to have them?” Sonny asked.

“Maybe four or five years from now. I want to enjoy being a couple and experience life a bit more. You know?” you responded.

“Okay.” he agreed immediately.

“You okay with that?” you asked cautiously.

“I’m fine with it. I understand what your getting at. You want to enjoy it being just me and you for a bit more. I feel the same way. And anyway, I want it to be your decision for when decide to try. Before the baby is born, women do the majority of the work. So, I’m will be ready when you are.” Sonny explained.
“Five years it is.” you repeated, “It’s a good thing, really. Gives you time to propose.”

You were dead set on not becoming a mother anytime soon, then. And it wasn’t because you didn’t like kids. You loved kids as much as Sonny. It’ s what started your bond. You became an Aunt for the first time when you were twelve years old. You’d been an Aunt for the majority of your life.  You were the fun Aunt, the cool Aunt, the one they could go to if they needed anything. Sean, Jack and Nicky were three of the most important people in your life. Sonny, adored his nieces as much as you did yours and your nephews. You’d also loved his nieces and him vice versa with your lot.

Sonny, definitely wanted to be Dad. Sooner rather than later, in fact. You, on the the other hand were a bit weary. You’d always wanted to become a Mom one day but that didn’t mean you thought you’d be good at it. In fact you feared you’d be a train-wreck. You weren’t instantly good with kids, like Sonny. You took time. You had to get to know them, talk to them spend time with them. You had that time becoming an Aunt because you didn’t have to spend everyday with them.

Being a mom meant you would have to spend everyday with them. You feared that you wouldn’t feel that instant overwhelming feeling of love, that Erin, Linda and even your Mom talked about. Sonny was a natural father but you were hardly a natural mother.

You kept on thinking about it as your grandfather drove you to the doctors. When you were called in, he stayed outside. You did the typical, how are you feeling, how much you drinking, how much excretes you do. The normal stuff and the personal stuff.

“So, stomach flu?” your doctor asked.

“Well I think so.” you admitted lifting up your shirt so she could feel it.

“Does that hurt?” she asked pressing where your stomach was.

“No.” you said.

“Hmm.” she noted, “You don’t have any fever either.”

“And…” you prompted.

“And…I’m just going run a quick test. You stay right here.” she smiled before walking out the room.

It was about five minutes before she came back. You hadn’t mentioned the whole ‘pregnancy’ suggestion because you had decided it wasn’t possible.

“Well, it’s not the stomach flu.” your doctor singsonged as she came back into the room.

“Then what’s wrong with me?” you asked sitting up.

“Well that depends on how you take the news.” she said coming to sit down in her chair in front of you.

You watched her suspiciously, “Am I dying. Is my life about to end.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. What I meant was that it’s good news if you’re ready. Either-way it;s hardly life ending more like life changing.” she explained after laughing at your over-dramatics.  

You suddenly realised what she was getting at, “I’m pregnant aren’t I?”

“About two to three weeks.” she nodded.

“Are you sure?” you asked not believing her.

“Pretty sure. Not only from the test but you’ve got all the signs. The sickness, headaches, nausea and changes in appetite. Though I can understand why you thought it was stomach flu.” the doctor explained.

“Yeah, but I wasn’t just sick in the morning. I’ve sick all last night and the whole of today.” you tired to argue.

“Well it’s called morning sickness but it can happen at any time.” she refuted.

“Alright, but is it supposed to be this bad, is it?” you asked sighing looking back on how sick you’d been.

“Well, it changes from woman to woman but if you’d like I can prescribe you something, safe, that will stop it for the most part.” she offered.

“Yes, please.” you responded, taking a deep breath.

As she went. She began to breath heavily and instinctively put your hand to your stomach. You were pregnant. And all you could think of in that moment was, your Grandpa was right. Damn. You were happy, you were just processing. A part of you wanted to scream and the other cry.

“Here you go.” she smiled as she handed you the prescription, snapping you back to reality.

“Thank you.” you choked out, standing up, grabbing your things and heading for the door.

“Congratulations.” she said as you opened the door.

“Thank you.” you smiled as you left the room.

As you walked out, you went back to the waiting room. Your grandpa was sitting waiting, getting up when he caught sight of you.

“Well?” he asked expectingly.  

Expecting to be right. You wanted to tell him but it would only be fair, to tell Sonny first.

“Stomach flu.” you lied.

“Dammit, I was convinced I was right.” Your grandpa sighed, shaking his head.

“Nobody is always right, unless you’re me.” you joked putting your arms around him as you headed out.

“I was sort excited for another great grand baby.” he sighed.

“Why don’t you badger Erin, about it?” you suggested jokingly.

“I’ll have more luck with you.” he retorted.

After that you went to the car and went home. You stayed quiet about the whole thing. But as the hours passed you kept finding yourself looking at your stomach or rubbing it instinctually. You just couldn’t believe that their was something inside of you that wasn’t technically you. An alien, parasite, foetus, baby. You were pregnant. Having a baby. You and Sonny. Sonny, did this to you. You wanted to be alone and process everything but you couldn’t slip away.

People, just kept coming over. To check up on you and to see Grandpa. Making it harder, for you to be alone. You thought about how you were going to tell them. They’d be so excited but not nearly as excited as Sonny. Who was being held up at work. You were getting impatient. You wanted him to get here, so you could go home and tell him.

When, he finally arrived. You were anxious, so anxious that you didn’t actually hear him come in.

“Hey.” he greeted from behind placing his hands on his shoulders while you sat on the couch.

“Hey,” you returned after jumping and instinctively grabbing his hands in defence.

“You okay?” he asked as you span around and hugged him from over the edge of the sofa.

You pulled away and looked up at him. He was looking down at you. In that moment you felt the weight of the situation of you were in. It wasn’t just the next nine months of your lives. It was the whole rest of your lives.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” you said awestruck.

“So, you’re feeling better?” he inquired trying to ensure you were actually okay.

“Yeah, medicine kicked in. Feeling good.” you lied with a big smile.

“So it was stomach flu?” He asked holding you by the was it.

“Yeah,” you lied again before resting your head on his chest as he kissed the top of your head.

The medicine did actually work. You took another day of work, but by the next afternoon. You were yourself again, health wise. Everything else was still adjusting. Your head especially. Like you said before you just wanted to be alone for a while. Clear your head, think things through. Decide on things, like how and when you should tell Sonny.

But your job made it hard. Being partners was usually a great thing. Who wouldn’t want to spend all their time with their best friend slash boyfriend. No one. This week in particular made it hard too. It was busy work wise especially after being off for two days. Personally, it was busy. it was Sean’s birthday and Sonny’s sister Bella’s. You were with Sonny all week but you were never alone along enough to actually talk. And you didn’t have any alone time, which you promised to give yourself before telling him anything.

The reality was weighing hard on you. You were so constantly consumed with your thoughts that you were constantly distracted and you one that Sonny had noticed. He was one that had to constantly bring you back to reality. You could tell be was worried about you but you were too distracted and anxious to even focus long enough. You can’t even imagine what Sonny thought was wrong with you.

It was five days after you found out when you finally broke. It was early in the morning, about 4:00am and you couldn’t sleep. You hadn’t slept all week. You’d spent an hour staring up at the ceiling. Just staring. The clock was ticking and Sonny was breathing beside you. You had a hand on your stomach. You were so confused that you didn’t even know what you were feeling. You turned and looked at the face of the man you loved. The man who loved you. The man who would be so excited about the news but you kept it from him and you didn’t now why. Robbing him from happiness and what he’d wanted for the majority of his life. The opportunity to be a Dad and thats’s when you snapped.

You eased Sonny’s arm which was wrapped around you. You kissed his forehead before you got out of bed. You put some shoes on and wrote him a quick note. So, he wouldn’t worry, though you knew deep down either-way he would. It said ‘I’m sorry. I love you.”. You grabbed your keys and snuck out the apartment.

You sat in your car for a good five minutes before deciding where to go.

Away.

You kept driving, until you realised you were out of the city. You found yourself on an empty stretch of road. It was about 7:00 in the morning. Sonny would be up. You pulled off to the side and just sat in your car. Taking a series of deep breaths. You had your phone but you turned it off.

This is what you wanted. To be alone. To think and you did.

You thought about what a baby would mean. It meant the end of your life as you knew it, in a good way. The focus of your world would shift from you and Sonny. To this tiny person that’d you’d both created. Who was half Sonny and half you. Half Reagan half Carisi. Someone you’d be forever connected you. Someone who’d forever connect you and Sonny.

Your baby.

You questioned yourself. Would you be a good parent? Could you look after it, love it and care for it  like you should. What if you end up as bad as the people you saw on a day to day basis? What if you screw up their lives and they hate you? What if you were just a bad mom? You, were a bad Aunt at first. Not knowing what to do. What if you didn’t get that motherly kick. You weren’t a naturally born parent like Sonny. What if they loved Sonny more than you? What if Sonny started resenting you for not being as good as him?

He was born to be a Dad while you feared your highest parental calling would be being an Aunt.

Then you thought about all the people your Baby would never get to meet. Their Grandmother and their Uncle Joe. They’d never meet two of the most important people in your life. The person who shaped you. Made you the person who were today.

How would you make this Baby a good person?

After you practically drowned yourself in worry, pity and doubt.

Is when you remembered. Having kids wasn’t just Sonny’s dream. It was yours too. One you had ever since you’d met Nicky. You saw how happy Erin was and you knew you wanted to have that one day. Maybe, just maybe, you could be as good as she is. You’d have help too. You had Linda and Erin in your corner not to mention Sonny’s sisters and mother. They’d help you out. Show you things teach you the tricks.

This kid wouldn’t be in short supply of love either. Not only would they have you and Sonny. They’d have a Great grandpa, two Grandfathers, a grandmother, five aunts, two uncles and four cousins. This kid would never be alone. Always have someone to talk too, someone who loved them.

Even if this kid got all your bad qualities they’d be half Sonny Carisi. The best person you’d ever met. If they had his genes. They were almost guaranteed to be a good person. They’d be cute too.

Maybe, it didn’t matter that you hadn’t waited five years. You only wanted to wait that long because you thought you had some living still left to do but it wasn’t like you stopped living after having a kid. If anything your life would be worth living more.

You were excited. You were finally excited. This kid was your future. Sonny’s future. Your future together. And he had no idea. He deserved a big announcement, a spectacle surprise, he deserved to know. You couldn’t hold it anymore.  

You grabbed your phone. It was 10:00am. You’d been out here just sitting in your car thinking for over three hours. You had about fifty missed calls and hundred text. The majority from Sonny but Danny, Linda, Jamie, Erin and your Dad had all tried too. Not to mention Liv, Fin, Rollins and even Barba. You didn’t have court today, did you? As much as you felt bad for worrying everyone. You needed to call Sonny. He would be worrying the most and you had to talk to him.

He answered halfway through the first ring.

“Y/N?” He asked frantically down the phone his voice was laced with stress and concern.

“Hey.” you greeted breathing heavily.

“Where the hell are? Why the hell did you leave, without saying anything. Do you know how worried I’ve been. How everyones been? I woke up alone and have spent the whole morning calling everyone we know to ask if they’ve seen you. Everyone’s looking for you…” he ranted.

“Sonny..” you tried to interrupt.

“Your Dad is literally this close to mobilising the entire force, to look for you. And that note? Was that supposed to keep me calm? I thought’d you’d left me. I thought you’d run off with somebody else and left me. How could you do that to me, Y/N?  And you just got up and left in the middle of the night. You haven’t been answering, all morning. I thought you were hurt or dead…” he continued unfazed.

“Sonny.” you tried again.

“Where are you?” he asked his voice on the verge of tears.

“I’m okay. I’m so sorry. I just needed to be alone.” you tried to explain.

“You could have told you needed to be alone. You didn’t need to leave in the middle of the night! Why didn’t you say anything.” he argued.

“Because I was confused but I’m okay now. I’m great.” you smiled down the phone.

“Well it’s good you are. Because I’ve been terrified all morning.” Sonny ranted down the phone uneasily angry.

You’d knew you’d hurt him badly.

“I’m so sorry. I need to see you. I need to talk to you.” you pleaded.

“Then talk.” he suggested.

“In person. It’s too important for over the phone.” you countered.

“Tell me where you are.” he demanded.

“I can come back.” you offered.

“No, I’m coming to you.” he said sternly.

You rattled off the address.

“What the hell are you doing all the way out there?” he asked but you could hear him hurrying to the car.

“I don’t know. I just ended up here.” you admitted.

“Couldn’t have ended up in Brooklyn?” he asked sarcastically.

“That would have been to easy.” you tried to joke.

‘You’ll be the death of me Reagan.” he commented.

“I’m sorry.” you apologised once again.

“I know. i can tell. I’m just so glad you’re okay that I can’t even be angry.” he sighed.

“I love you, more than anything.” you whispered down the love.
“I don’t know how I feel right now. I’ll love you when I see you with my own two eyes and know you’re okay. I’ll see you when I get there. Make sure you call your Dad next, he’s worried.” he reminded taking deep breaths.

“I’ll see you soon.” you said.

“See you soon.” he said sighed before hanging up the phone.

You called your Dad after that. You could tell he had been worried but he played it off. He was happy you were okay but scolded you for running off. You wish you could tell him why but Sonny deserved to be the first to know. You texted and reassured everyone else after that. You’d have a lot of people to answer to when you got back. Sometime after that you must have fell asleep because you were awoken some time later by Sonny frantically banging on the window of the car. As you opened your eyes the first thing you saw was Sonny’s face full of relief.  You unlocked the door and he slid in faster than your eyes could comprehend.

“Oh my god. Y/N.” he panted grabbing you and pulling you into a hug.

“Hi?” you mumbled into his chest.

“Are you okay?” he asked worried holding your face in his hands, moving frantically, checking for injuries.

“I’m fine. I was just sleepy.” you admitted.

“That’s good. Why the hell are you here?” he asked his tone suddenly changing.

“I told you. I needed to think.” you reminded.

“I understand that but you still could have told me, that you needed space and I would have given it to you. Why didn’t you talk to me?” he asked holding you by your arms.

“I don’t know. I was just so confused.” you repeated not having another answer for him.

“You’ve been acting weird for the last few days. I didn’t know what was wrong and you stopped talking to me. And then you left this morning and I just thought the worst.” he admitted shaking his head.

“I know. I’m sorry. It’s just I needed to get my head straight before I could tell you about it.” you apologised.

“Y/N, you can tell me anything.” Sonny reminded.

“I know but it wasn’t something you could have helped me with. It was something I needed to sort our before I could, tell you about. It was just hard because this week because we were so busy. I kept putting it off and I felt like I was drowning. So I just needed to get away.” you explained.

“But you still could have told me. I was so scared. I’d lost you.” Sonny whined pulling you close again.

“I’m so sorry.” you sighed into his chest, “ Forgive me?”

‘Of course, I forgive you. Just never do that again. Next time, please talk to me.” he warned holding onto you tightly.

“I won’t promise and anything nothing like this will happen ever again. It’s sort of a once in a lifetime thing.” you smiled as he let go of you.

“So, what do you need to talk about that was so important?” he asked, his voice returning to normal as his grabbed your hand and laced his fingers through yours.

“Well, it’s what this has all been about.” you admitted grabbing his other hand and turning so you were facing each other to the best of your ability.  

“Okay.” he prompted though you could tell he was curious.

‘I’ve know for a few days and like I said. I just needed to get my head around it but I never considered you. I’m sorry for keeping it from you and being distant.” you began.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” he reassured.

“No, it’s not. This is as big of news for you as it is for me. It impact you the same amount as it does me. I was being selfish and you deserve way much more than this admission. In a car, in the middle of nowhere. You deserve so much better.” you explained.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked concerned.

“That’s the thing. Their is nothing wrong. Nothing is wrong. It’s what you’ve always wanted. It’s what I’ve always wanted. What’ve always wanted.” you continued.

“I don’t understand.” Sonny said confused.

“i’m pregnant, Sonny. We’re pregnant.” you admitted.

You watched his reaction. His face changed from a state of confusion to a face of unbridled joy. You took a sigh of relief.

“You’re pregnant?” he repeated, making sure he’d heard you correctly.

“Yeah.” you nodded.

“You’re pregnant. We’re going to have a baby?” he asked once again.

“Yep.” you stated.

“Really?” he questioned again, a massive smile on his face.

You nodded. He pulled you in for another gigantic hug. Then he kissed every inch of your face before finding his way to your lips.

“Are you excited?” you asked stupidly.

“Excited? I’m more than excited. Words cannot describe. I’m so so happy. I love you so much. We’re having a baby. A Carisi/Reagan baby.” he smiled shaking his head with joy.

“So you’re not mad anymore?” you asked giggling.

“You could have killed someone and I would still would have forgiven you after that.” he sighed unable to control his excitement, “How long have you know?”

“Since I went to the doctors.” you admitted.

“You didn’t have stomach flu, then?” he questioned.

“No, I just needed some time.” you responded.

“That doesn’t matter, now.” he grinned holding you, “We can discuss that later. Right now. I’m just too happy.”


“I really glad you are.” you sighed.

“Dis you think I wouldn’t be?” he asked shocked.

“A part of me did. Which is insane because I know you were going to be so excited.” you confessed.

“Oh, Y/N. How could you ever think that. You know this is the best news you could ever give me. I love you so much. The rest of my life is going to be with you. And our baby.” he reassured with a smile, “God, I love you.”

“I love you too, more than you’ll ever know and more than I could possibly show you. If I’m going to do this with anyone. I’m glad it’s going to be with you. I couldn’t think of anyone who would be a better Dad than you’ll be.” you smiled before kissing him.

“I couldn’t think of a greater mother for my kids.” he returned.

“Really?” you asked skeptical.

“Of course. I’ve seen you with kids at work. You’re the best Aunt in the world. You’re the most supportive,loving ,honest and loudest person in the world.  You’re are going to be the most amazing Mom. I won’t be able to compete. I’ll just be too busy watching you in awe.” he chuckled just thinking about it.

“Don’t act like you won’t be the best Dad in the world. Sweet, kind, understanding. No matter how bad I am. They’ll always have you.” you responded.

“Thank you so much.” he sighed taking your hand and leaning is head in it.

“For what?” you asked.

“Everything.” he sighed taking your other hand and kissing it, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you winked, “We should head back.”

“You’re right. A lot of people want to see you.” he remembered sitting up straight.

“Don’t you mean us.” you reminded putting a hand on your stomach.

me, bitterly: wow lmao here are some infinity war predictions: everyone will treat tony badly

3 other people, bitterly: oh my god, probably, here are some other scenarios (based off of tony’s treatment in canon) where tony will probably be treated badly

someone:

me, physically on fire: Oh No,,,,because it’s not like,,,loki,,,has done anything,,,to warrant anybody in the mcu,,,being,,,suspicious or upset with him,,,,holy shit please do not compare mr Cool Motive Still Multiple Attempted Genocides to my kid on my post

Stop Whining (Joshua Fluff)

Request;

Hi!! Can you do a Jisoo scenario were he confesses to you?? Super fluffy pleasee!

A/N;

Sorry for the wait, I’m just so busy with school work. Also sorry for the lack of updates on our blog. Also it’s not necessarily him confessing, but you aren’t either. It’s odd idk, anyways enjoy!

-Admin A

Word Count: 1000+

Genre: Fluff

“Jeonghan.” You whined

“What is it (y/n)?” He was currently going over some of the lyrics Woozi wrote for the new comeback.

“Why is it so hard to get a boyfriend?” Your voice had a slight undertone of a whine.

“Oh, well I mean you never really put yourself out there.” He was calm as he flipped through the pages of lyrics. Somehow he managed to multitask so well. Maybe it had something to do with the fact he is the mom of the group. Or maybe it’s because he is just that gifted.

“But it’s so hard to do that.” Your voice sounded a little whinier this time.

“Stop your whining then if you’re not going to try to get a boyfriend.” He was right. Blatantly honest, but right. You shouldn’t complain about being single if you weren’t going to try to date. In a way you wish you didn’t have to put yourself out there. You wished people would just come to you.

“Thanks Jeonghan.”

“You’re welcome (y/n).” He was intently focused on his work and you didn’t want to bother him much more. Exiting the room, you made sure to close the door quietly, so you wouldn’t break Jeonghan’s trance. It really didn’t matter if you closed it quietly or not, Seungkwan was “singing” with his ever so beautiful voice. Hoshi and Dokyeom were doing some interesting dances. Then all the others were just lying on the floor, being productive as ever. It really seemed like a normal day in the life of Seventeen. Looking around the room you didn’t see Jisoo. You sighed a little. Your real problem was that you thought, no you knew you would never be able to get with your crush. There were so many reasons too. Jisoo was always working, and being an idol didn’t really give you the room to date.

Every time Jisoo smiled you felt flutters in your heart. His laugh just made you smile like a ninny too. To you, he was absolute perfection. No one looked better than him. You couldn’t think of any other person you wanted to date.

“(Y/N)!” Your trance ended as you heard Seungkwan yell.

“Yes?”

“Could you call Jisoo? He needs to get here for practice. We’re all waiting for him.”

“Well it doesn’t really look like you guys are actually practicing.”

“This is how we practice! You know this!” You rolled your eyes.

“Alright, I’ll call him.”

Leaving the room, since it was so loud in there, you slowly dialed Jisoo. You oddly felt nervous. You wanted to punch yourself for feeling that way.

“H-hey (y/n).” His voice sounded nervous, but why?

“Hey Jisoo, the boys wanted me to tell you to get to practice, specifically-“ He cut you off.

“Seungkwan, I know. Tell him I’ll be there soon. Thanks (y/n).” He hung up the phone cutting off your goodbye. What was it today; he’s normally so calm and kind. He just seems off. It’s really throwing you off. Why would he act so blunt and in a rush? He must be stressed with all the work he’s doing. Shrugging it off, you reentered the room with the twelve others.

“Where is he?” Hoshi said as he stuffed his mouth with some kind of treat.

“On his way.” You lightly squeezed your phone. As much as you wanted to ignore how Jisoo was acting you couldn’t forget the sound of his voice. He just sounded, so, tense. You watched as Jun and Minghao went over the choreography one more time, before they showed everyone one else it. Jisoo arrived extremely quickly, he must have literally sprinted.

“Gosh Jisoo what took so long?!” Seungkwan spoke.

“I. Ran. Here.” He was still panting. He was slightly bent over as he attempted to catch his breath.

“What matters is that he’s here now.” Seungcheol said, his authority loomed over everyone, they all were chuckling a little bit.

“Anyways, let’s start. Play my music.” The performance unit lined up and began to show everyone the dance. You decided to stay and watch since you had nothing better to do. Watching them practice always led to your entertainment. All of them having their own sense of humor, Seungkwans sassiness being your favorite, led to you being out of breath.

“No Jisoo, like this.” Dino then began to lead him through the movement until he got it.

“Like this?” He then preformed the move. As he spun he looked at you and winked. You felt yourself becoming red. Obviously he was going to tease you. He always did. You covered your face and looked down at your phone, trying to hide your cheeks. As you felt your cheeks go back to normal you looked back up. Staring at Jisoo, you began to daydream. You always ended up daydreaming about him; he was pretty much your ideal type.

You jumped as you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“You’re staring again (y/n).” Jeonghan whispered to you.

“Th-thanks Jeonghan.” Jeonghan was the only one who knew about your crush. He was the only one who really paid attention to you. Well he noticed one day when you and the vocal unit were in the same room. He caught you staring at Jisoo and smiling. He confronted you afterwards, and of course, he was right.

“You know you could always talk to him?” Jeonghan gave you his motherly you know I’m right look.

“I could…” He cut you off.

“But of course you won’t.” You paused; feeling slightly ashamed of yourself.

“Yeah…” He patted your shoulder lovingly, and walked off with the others.

You sighed as you stood up, leaving to go join the others. However before you could walk out you felt something touch your hand. You jumped and yanked your hand away, squealing a little too.

“S-sorry (y/n).”

“It’s fine Jisoo, you just startled me.” He chuckled a little. You began to realize he was in the room the entire time you were talking to Jeonghan.

“Y-you heard my conversation between Jeonghan didn’t you?” You dropped your head, not wanting him to see your embarrassment.

“I did.”

“I didn’t want things to be awkward between us, can you for-“

“(Y/N) you’re cute when you’re embarrassed.” He placed his hand on your shoulder. You looked up and saw him smiling.

“Jisoo.” You whined.

“What? I’m just being honest.” You whined again; feeling yourself become redder by the second.

“Ah, are you always this whiney?” He was teasing you, why was he doing this? That was a dumb question you knew the answer to.

“I like you answer, and you’ve made it clear you like me too.”

“Yeah” You spoke softly.

“No need to be shy (y/n).” He pulled you into an embrace.

“Alright.”

“Are you still embarrassed?”

“Yeah.” He laughed.

“How long have you liked me (y/n)?”

“Few months.”

“How many months?” He was so sweet, but such a tease.

“Maybe four…” You mumbled.

“Cute.” You whined. He then kissed you on the forehead.

“You’re so cute…jagi.”

-Admin A

anonymous asked:

So...I'm actually thinking of getting back into the Yu-Gi-Oh fandom (finally!) by making a Ryo Bakura blog because I've seen so much positivity from y'all on here lately. I'm not entirely sure about it though because I'm a shy li'l nerd and I haven't even attempted to play him in years...

Hello hello, friend ! First off, thanks for stopping by and dropping this message here because I’m so touched to receive this ?? like ??? It’s a huge honor thank you !! I went into a REALLY long tangent here so feel free to read below the cut ! All good things, I swear !

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The new bts run ep is lit af as usual. Here are some of the highlights:

  • jhope dancing to up & down by exid 
  • jimin getting to do push-ups (like yAsssSSS)
  • teasing about namjoon’s terrible dance skills 
  • namjoon and jin attempting to guess at the same time but then namjoon letting jin go because he “saw him doing the spins” and omG MY NAMJIN HEARTEU
  • suga attempting the i.o.i’s very very very but fails 
  • juNGKOOK COPYING HIM AND THEN EVERYONE ELSE JOINS THEY WIGGLING SO CUTE AND HILARIOUS 
  • jhope being first and then just chilling because he knows he’s gonna win at this!
  • jungkook being made to play the buzzer-things because hE LOST 
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Spring is finally here! Still downloading CC and haven’t played Ts3 yet BUT I will soon! It’s kinda exciting yet nerve wrecking starting ALL OVER AGAIN almost like being the new kid first day of school!

On a side note, again SPRING HAS SPRUNG out here in the beautiful, Pacific Northwest!
All the flora&fauna are beginning to bloom again, the blue sky stretches on forever it seems like, the SUNSHINE ☀️ is warm, the birds are chirping happily, & the cats (3 LARGE BOYS BTW) are being lazy again…

So that being said, happy FRIDAY everyone! Hope your day & weekends are fabulous!
This gal is going to get more coffee & get to CC downloading so I can attempt to play today!!

like heres the THING about (alive) Aradia that i dont think people realize a lot: shes never intentionally TRYING to be creepy. She’s never made attempts to scare people or weird people out. In fact, she’s just trying to get along with everyone. She’s friendly, cooperative, and nice to everyone she talks to (the only exceptions being people who hurt her friends, or a jokingly snide comment to a friend with no real malice behind it)

Like when she wanted to throw a ‘corpse party’, it wasn’t “yay my friends are dead lets celebrate”. Aradia has stated again and again that she doesnt like it when people die; she loves her friends! This is just her way of trying to honor her dead friends with earth customs, something that she doesn’t understand. It isn’t until she’s called out for being creepy that she realizes, and then she stops

When she freaks John out, it isn’t her intention (note how she frowns after he leaves; whether that was because Sollux was making fun of her or because she didn’t want to chase John away is up in the air) She was just telling him her thoughts, that she wanted to see everything get destroyed, and didn’t understand that saying that was creepy and weird to John

Aradia is probably literally the happiest and kindest characters in homestuck (i’m pretty sure she’s only frowned once while alive) and she just wants to make friends but sometimes says the wrong thing and i dont understand how her character is so commonly misrepresented 

Have another KH Headcanon

Since I have yet to get over Back Cover (I WILL NEVER BE OKAY), have a headcanon from me that was formed based on my sudden obsession with Bear Dad.

Like, I tend to poke fun at Ursus in different ways, mostly because of how hilarious it is to imagine Aced reacting to it of all things.

But like…everything about Back Cover fucking broke me, okay???? The way everyone was so lost without the Master of Masters (Gula’s break down still haunts me to this very day). But what caught my attention the most is how Aced acts, like…

He gets so worked up when he thinks Gula is the traitor, like, “How could you do this to me?!?!?” Like he sounds so betrayed!! And when everyone turns against him…like NO WONDER HE ACTS LIKE SUCH AN ASSHOLE IN KHX.

(it doesn’t excuse his actions, nor does it justify them, but it does explain them)

You would too if everyone suddenly went against you…well, everyone except Ira, who was there for Aced when he needed it the most.

In any case, Aced strikes me as someone with abandonment issues. Of course, you could say the same thing towards everyone else (@pilinonamae calls this Abandonment Issues: The Game). But like…the way Aced reacts to Master of Masters saying he might disappear, like he just FREEZES.

And before that, he sounded rather choked up about the idea of the Master of Masters not teaching them anymore. Like…

I already headcanon that Master of Masters raised the Foretellers, because I can only imagine the shenanigans that might have ensued by THIS fucking dork in his attempts to care for six children. And going on from there, I’ve been seeing starting to see Aced as a kid who was abandoned by his birth parents instead of being another orphan like the others.

Master of Masters took him in when he had no one else, so of course he’d get so worked up about Master of Masters saying that he might disappear. Because “Oh god, it’s happening again. I’m getting left behind again.”, he’s pretty much reliving that moment where he was all alone and it only gets worse from here when everyone except Ira turns against him, because like, there goes what little family he had left…just abandoning him when he needs them most.

I JUST FEEL STRONGLY FOR ACED, OKAY!??!

Spent most of this weekend...

… well I wouldn’t say ‘kidnapped’ as I got the plans a head of time… but not at home.  (technically still not at home and not sure when tonight I will be returning)

I actually forgot it was Easter, hence why I am not home.


So I would like to wish everyone a Happy Easter or Passover, or a lovely weekend!

Thank you all for being here with me!

Originally posted by soniamencarelli

UPDATE: Made it home safe just in time to attempt to go to bed…

Irregular posting recommences tomorrow