but guys come on look at these

seareyes  asked:

Stiles/Derek + why do you guys think stiles is a defenseless human being? He is literally the only one that can knock Derek out. (Bonus with Hale Pack)

I’m sorry this is so late omg. i hope you like it!

It’s Isaac who really notices first that Stiles isn’t exactly the defenseless human he pretends to be. 

Here’s what happened:

The pack is practicing fighting to prepare for any danger that may come their way, but Stiles sits on the stairs and watches because he is “enjoying the view” as he says with a wink towards Derek. (Really, how Derek doesn’t know Stiles is into him is beyond Isaac, but he’s not touching that with a ten foot pole).

After everyone has done their allotted practice, Derek makes Stiles stand up and try his hand at fighting him. It goes very quickly with Stiles landing on the ground on his back and Derek looking smug.

The thing is, it looks like Stiles completely threw the fight. Like he barely winced when he hit the ground, and he hit it hard that would make any human at least cry out in pain. 

Boyd is next to notice. 

It happens on a summer evening when they’re planning a party with the pack. The celebration reason? Lydia and Stiles perfected a formula of wolfsbane that slows down the wolves’ metabolism enough to get them drunk. Boyd isn’t particularly excited, but Erica is so that’s why he’s helping them carry kegs out to the backyard of the newly built Hale house.

He grabs two, one in each hand, easily, but he knows from experience as a human that these things aren’t light. He is definitely taking advantage of some werewolf strength. However, Stiles grabs one easily and doesn’t look like it really is taking a lot of effort for him. 

Huh. Maybe Stiles isn’t as weak as they all assumed.

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anonymous asked:

weird request, but do you have any au's about eyes? magic eyes or cursed eyes or evil eyes or just whatever.

  • After making a deal with a fairy, Character A got their heart’s desire, but had their eyes replaced with stain glass orbs/jewels/glass marbles/etc. This certainly adds to Character A’s personal aesthetic, but it’s also extremely distracting for other people.
  • “My eyes? I accidentally got cursed and so somewhere out there, a goat hair a pair of human eyes while I’m stuck with these goat eyes.“ AU
  • One morning, Character A wakes up without any sight in their left eye and a horrible headache. Going to the mirror, Character A sees that in place of their eye, there’s a blooming rose.
  • Character A’s eyes are special. Whenever they’re feeling a particularly strong emotion, their irises change colors in order to match that mood. This can range from bright teal to represent happiness, to a dark green-gray to represent sadness.
  • “The real reason why I wear shades? I’m cursed. If I really want something to die and I look at it hard enough, it will die. Doesn’t matter if it’s a gross bug or the guy who cut me off in traffic; I have to wear these shades so that I don’t accidentally kill anything.” AU
  • Character B is awoken to the sound of Character A screaming bloody murder in the middle of the night. Running toward the source of the noise, Character B is horrified to find Character A kneeling on the ground, tentacles coming out of the sockets where Character A’s eyes should be. This is obviously a demon summoning/posession gone very, very wrong.
Bloody Nose

Summary: An unexpected noseblood during class strikes up an immediate friendship with no other than Reggie Mantle.

Word Count: 2,220.

A/N: Honestly, I’m utterly in love with Reggie by now. This was a complete blast to write and as always, feedback would be greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoy! (also yes i’m very well aware that that’s a zach gif and not reggie one, oh well)

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meghanrose1992  asked:

Can you write a fix where chuck torments Betty during homecoming while jughead is getting punch, and she digs her fingers into her hands so hard that she gets blood on her dress, you can take it from there cause I'm not creative enough 😂❤️❤️

Oof! That’s a Good one!

Betty stood on her tip toes, peering over her classmates as she searched for her boyfriend. The DJ had just started a familiar, upbeat song and it seemed all of Riverdale high had simultaneously stepped foot on the dance floor, dragging her in the center as the crowd got tighter. Jughead had gone for punch right before the highschool stampede took place and she was struggling to locate the beanie wearing boy.

Suddenly she felt hands grab her by the shoulders and pull her even further into the center, when those hands dropped to her waist and pulled her tighter against its body she looked up smiling, expecting to see her silly boyfriend partaking in the oddball, social normality of a fast dance. Who she came face to face with though, was most definitely not her boyfriend.

“Whats a matter Betty? Don’t tell me you weren’t looking for me.” Chuck Clayton smirked as the grip he had on her hips tightened. Wide eyed and terrified Betty dropped her arms to her sides, digging her fingernails into her palms as she stood frozen in front of him.

“Let me go Chuck.” She whispered, her eyes frantic.

The dark skinned boy laughed and pushed her even closer to him.
“Come on Betty, you didn’t have a problem getting close to me that night in the hot tub, don’t be a tease. Come on, where’s Polly? Why don’t you let her come to play?” His hands shifted lower as they skimmed her bottom. She was trapped, she couldn’t move, too many people. Where was Jughead?

Suddenly she felt herself being pulled away only to find herself in the arms of her best friend, Veronica was shouting something in Spanish while Archie had Chuck by the collar, it was absolute chaos and she felt the tension rise as the rest of the students caught wind of what was going on.

Pulling herself out of Veronica’s arms, Betty ran, picking up the bottom of her dress and heading for the hallway. It was too crowded, she couldn’t breathe, the walls were closing in on her and she needed to get out.

Dropping herself against the wall Betty put her hands on her knees, finally seeing the bloody handprints she had left on her dress. Oh god, they were Taunting her. The marks seemed to scream “ You’re weak, look at you, you’re pathetic.”

Suddenly she heard the door slam open and when she looked up she saw her boyfriend racing towards her, his own lip bleeding. What had he done?

“Betty?” He called towards her figure, his shoulders slumping in relief as he bent down beside her and held her chin in his hands.
“You’re okay Juliet, you’re okay.”

She fell against him, pent up sobs and hiccups muffled against his suit jacket.
“Juggie…” she whimpered.

Jughead squeezed her even tighter
“He can’t hurt you, he’s gone. I’m so sorry, I lost you in the crowd, I was looking for you but there were so many people, Veronica told me what happened. It isn’t your fault. You were scared.” He whispered quickly, his hands moving to run over her back as hers lay limp beside her.

“My dress.” She whispered, causing him to pull away and look her over,

He placed a kiss to her forehead and smiled
“I like it, totally Avante garde. Breakfast at Tiffanys meets Nightmare on Elm street.”

He smiled when he heard her giggle. She touched his bloody lip and frowned.
“Don’t worry” Jughead whispered “you should see the other guy.” He winked

Betty rolled her eyes with a smile and pressed a butterfly kiss to his busted lip as he held her hands in his grasp.

“Come on then, a dress that cool deserves to be seen by the world. And by the world I mean a lovely booth at Pop Tate’s, strawberry milkshake on me.” He helped her stand and tucked her into his side

“You got it Romeo.”

datanullyx  asked:

First line prompt: "Mulder, I've told you before - I'm not doing that without some *serious* persuasion first - or a stiff drink."

“Mulder, I’ve told you before: I’m not doing that without some serious persuasion first… or a stiff drink.“  Scully stands immovable, arms tightly crossed, in the secluded corner of the Gunmen’s lair into which Mulder had led her, moments ago.  He looms over her now, invading her space, trying to sway her with his puppy-dog expression.

“Please, Scully?” he begs.  “It’s not anything I haven’t seen before.”

“That was different, Mulder,” she hisses. “That was a life-or-death situation. You didn’t have time to really look.”

“Maybe not right at that moment,” Mulder says, “but don’t forget….”  He taps the side of his head. “Eidetic memory, Scully.  Trust me, I’ve had plenty of time to appreciate the view in the time since Antarctica.”  Scully narrows her eyes dangerously.

“Even if you’ve seen it,” she counters, “none of these people have.”  She waves her arm in a sweeping gesture at the crowded room behind Mulder, where the Lone Gunmen’s party is in full swing.

“Mulder, get your ass back over here!” yells Frohike from across the room.  He and Langly stand at the far end of the ridiculously high-tech light-up beer pong table the boys had constructed for the event.  At the closer end, Byers waits nervously for Mulder to rejoin him.

“Scully, I’m begging you,” Mulder pleads.  “Byers and I have never beaten Frohike and Langly before.  We’re so close.”

“Mulder, no.”

“I’ve got five hundred dollars riding on this game. Come on, Scully.  I’ll cut you in.”  Scully bites her lower lip, mulling this over.

“Fifty-fifty?” she asks.  Mulder scoffs.

“For helping with the final shot of a three-match tournament?  I don’t think so.”

“Then forget about it,” Scully says, and tries leave their secluded corner to rejoin the party.  Mulder drops his arm as she’s ducking under it, catching her around the waist.

“Okay, fine,” he hisses in her ear. “Fifty-fifty.”  Scully looks at him intently a moment longer; then, she nods decisively.

“Done,” she says, and together, they join Byers at the beer pong table.  Frohike laughs as Scully positions herself between Mulder and Byers.

“Is she supposed to be your good-luck charm?” he asks.  “Sorry, boys, lovely though she may be, it’s gonna take more than luck to make me miss this shot.”  He pushes Langly aside to give himself more room to maneuver, and lifts the ping pong ball in his right hand, closing one eye and squinting at the array of cups on the opposite end of the table.  He aims once… twice… and as he brings his wrist forward for the third time, less than a second before he releases the ball, Scully grabs the hem of her tank top and yanks it upwards.

Frohike’s eyes go saucer-wide behind his glasses, and his arm stutters in its arc.  The ping pong ball sails clean over Scully’s shoulder, and Mulder and Byers burst into cheers on either side of her, high fiving each other over her head.  Mulder picks up Scully in a tight hug and whirls her around.

“No fair!” protests Langly.  

“You agreed on the rules, guys,” says Mulder. “No holds barred on distractions, as long as the other team doesn’t touch the table or anything on it.” Langly looks down to his teammate, waiting for Frohike to come to his aid… but Frohike is smiling dazedly across the table at Scully.

“Let it go, man,” he says with a happy sigh. “Either way, I feel like I won.”

an episode where dennis decides to start experimenting with guys by going on grindr but he’s nervous as hell and hyperconscious about his appearance so he just catfishes a bunch of dudes pretending to be an italian instagram model and it’s all well and good for the first couple of days and he’s sending and receiving a lot of dick pics and then he gets a message from utleyfan77 - guess who - and the message says, “hi giovanni! :) that dog in your one photo is so cute! what’s his name? i just love dogs.” and if dennis were an emotionally well-adjusted adult with moral scruples he would disengage and delete the app, but instead he writes back, “his name is giuseppe” and mac is like “cool name!” and dennis hits google translate and writes back “amo i cani… that means ‘i love dogs’ in italian…” and one thing leads to another, as things are wont to do, and two weeks later dennis has created an entire elaborate fictional personality and life for giovanni di lorenzo and mac won’t stop coyly bragging to the rest of the gang about the hot italian model he’s chatting with on grindr and then one night after a particularly… charged… conversation, dennis hears a knock on his door and bolts up in a panic because he thinks mac has figured it out, and he goes over to the door and mac’s like, “heeeeeeey dennis, can i talk to you about something?” and dennis is like, “…SURE BUDDY” and mac goes, “well, it’s about… giovanni… i think i’m in love with him” and dennis is just opening his mouth to confess to everything when mac continues, “and i’ve never felt this way about a guy before. like, ever. not even you!” and dennis is like, “…me?” and mac just laughs and goes, “come on, man. i had the biggest crush on you, dude. for like, ages. you knew that, right? but anyway, back to giovanni…” and dennis is like. let me die.

True blood son...and daughter - Damian Wayne x Sister!Reader

Summary : Your first meeting with your half-brother didn’t really went well, both of you being quite hot headed…Slowly but surely however, you guys warm up to each other. 

It’s meh, I’m so dissatisfied with my writing lately…hope you’ll still enjoy it : 


-Don’t forget I’m the true blood son ! 

-Oh yeah ? That’s funny because you know what ? I’m the true blood daughter ! So your argument is invalid. Do you think before you speak ?

Your father looked between you and Damian, not knowing what to do…This wasn’t going how he wanted it to go at all. 


Your first encounter with your half-brother Damian was…tense, to say the least. One day your dad came home with the boy, and boom, I guess you had a new brother. You were super excited. At least at first. You quickly realized that he wasn’t really…the nicest. 

Even before your father explained where he came from and all, you knew he was definitely your brother. He looked almost exactly like your dad when he was a kid. Almost exactly, because his eyes weren’t blue but green, and his skin was way darker than your father’s pale complexion. Other than that…it was like seeing a mini-Bruce. You hoped he wasn’t like your dad mentally too, because that was gonna be a nightmare…And he wasn’t. He was worst. Oh my god so much worst. 

The first words he uttered to you were full of disdain : 

-You look weak. 

Your father stiffened, ready to intervene. He knew that with you, this could go only two ways : you’d loose all control and fight Damian, or ignore him completely, much like your mother would. Your mother, Catwoman, champion in ignoring people that annoy her since the day she was born. You took the second option, and with a little smile that made Damian fumed, you turned away from him, going back to the work you were doing on the bat mobile before your dad emerged with your brother. Hum. Half-brother. 

But Damian wouldn’t have it. He already met the other batboys, and he made sure they knew that Batman’s TRUE son was home. He went too you, under your father’s gaze. Your dad was still ready to lunge forward between you two. 

-Did you hear me ? 


Damian was confused. Even Dick, who seemed like the most collected one, reacted to his provocations. And here you were, kinda ignoring him, a smug look on your face. He had to assure his superiority on you, and you had to react for it to work !! 

-You look very weak. 

-You already said that. Redundant. 

-You look like you…

-Hey, listen, I know what you did to Dick, Jay and Tim ok ? Won’t work with me, I don’t care about your little need to feel better than us. So here we go, I’m gonna tell you know : hey, you’re better than me. Cool right ? I bet you feel great now. 

-Well at least you know your place. 

Oh damn. You were doing such a good job. You were being so calm and collected, like your father taught you. You should have kept ignoring him, just like your mom did to people she didn’t like…You knew he was eventually going to say something that’d make you mad. And here. “Know your place” ? “KNOW YOUR PLACE” ? How dare he ?!  

You stood up to face him. He was almost as tall as you, even though he was definitely years younger, no more than 10, and you were already (your age). You were kinda short. Like your mom. In the corner of your eyes, you could see your father coming towards you, but you made him understand with your eyes that he shouldn’t intervene. You needed to do this. And so he stopped, and looked at you two. 

-Do you want me to teach you your place ? 

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pairing ; daveed x reader

summary ; jealousy is the best honesty

words ; 1624

warnings ; jealous!daveed; friendly cheek kisses?

note ; once again one that i made a while ago and just… never got around to publishing, i guess

You’d only consider yourself lucky to be able to say you’re apart of the Hamilton Ensemble.

Ever since you were little, you’d always dreamed of being on the big stage, no matter how, just to experience the feeling of true happiness. As a kid, you grew up with school plays and musicals, you would help out the Theatre classes and offer some insight for the Choir kids, and once you were in college, you became a Theatre major.

Though, you can’t say you did all of it alone. You’d made a friend in college by the name of Daveed Diggs, a star track runner and an amazing theatre kid, and once you hit it off, there was no stopping the two of you.

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Eat A Snickers: AU Cop!Sam

Eat A Snickers: AU Cop!Sam

Pairing: Cop!Sam x Nurse!Reader

Word Count: 1,900

Warning: Mentions of shooting and stabbing, not graphic though. INCREDIBLY fluffy otherwise.

A/N: The nurse in me dreamed about this and the writer in me wanted to share. The personality of the nurse is also me basically all the time. Enjoy!!

“Y/N! Room 11, you have a new admit. Just check in on him before your relief gets here in a few. Ten out of ten chest pain, 48 year-old male, say’s he’s having a heart attack. Pretty sure the only heart attack he’ll have is the one you’ll give him if you try and take those chips from him.”

“Oh, awesome, can’t wait.” Flashing your signature ‘kill me now’ grin at your co-worker you close out of your computer and head over towards the room.

Saturday nights in the downtown ER. Not everyone’s cup of tea, but it’s always been more a can of Redbull to you anyways. The hustle, the bustle, the insanity that never ceases to amaze; who would ever want to leave that?

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Reign Supreme Chapter 2

Y’all ready for chapter 2? I know what y’all thinking “Why you giving us more Roman?” Because I can and I want you all to be addicted to my writing! Lol anyways here is chapter 2!

Synopsis: Shae decides she is better off moving on from her one sided affection towards roman… But is it really one sided. Does Roman really not know who she is or is he well aware? Does he want her the same way she wants him? All these questions and more will be answered on the next episode of Dragon Ball Z! LOL JUST KIDDING! 

Warnings: Light but INTENSE SMUT! Also Intense and dominate Ro ;). Naughty thoughts. 

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Remember guys to SHARE SHARE AND SHARE!!!! Also let me know if you dont like or understand anything and please give me feedback! Tomorrow Part 3 will be posted and the final chapter will be posted Sunday before Payback airs! 


RAW was going live in less than 30 minutes. Everyone backstage was running around putting the finish touches on costumes and ring gear. Makeup was being fine tuned and props were being secured and placed.

I was currently heading back to the trainers room. Earlier I ended up meeting with Hunter again while wandering around backstage. I asked him if I can remain in the trainer’s room with the team instead of having my own work space. It made me feel apart of the team and plus that way I could help my team with things that needed to be done. He agreed and decided that he would get that part of the contract taken out before I signed it. He also let me know that tomorrow he would like for me to meet with him and Stephanie to sign my new contract. I agree and head back.

As I’m walking can’t help but feel a bit down. I’m still a bit hurt about the Roman situation. But how can I be upset over it? He doesn’t know me. And I don’t know him, ONLY of him. And I was expecting him to be happy for me?

That is so selfish. I can’t expect something like that from someone who doesn’t even know who I am. That’s like wanting the president to acknowledge you voting for them and you’re only one of billions who did so. I wasn’t his girl I was just an obsessive fan. Which I’m  quite sure he has plenty of.

When I return to the room I prep for the night and take inventory of the supplies and tools. Minutes later I hear the opening pyro go off and the crowd go crazy. It’s shaking the room I’m currently in. I smile to myself. Tonights crowd is going to be a crazy one.

The shows starting. As if on cue Seth Rollins walks in along with Enzo and Cass.

I smile and them and welcome them. Zo walks up and kisses my cheek and then Cass ruffles my hair. Seth squeezes my shoulder as he passes.

“Hi Seth. What’s up Zo? Cass stop messing up my hair. Just because you’re 7 feet doesn’t mean I won’t cripple your ass.”

Cass chuckles and sits on the table while Zo sits in the chair next to my table and puts his wrists out. I start to tape them while I ask him to flex his fingers and tell me if it was uncomfortable. I don’t wanna cut off circulation to his wrists.

Seth leans against the wall and looks at me. “So we heard you’re the new head trainer. Congrats.”

I smile up at him then go back to Zo’s wrists. “Thank you Seth. I wasn’t expecting it but I’m happy for it. I shows how hard I’ve been working is being noticed and appreciated.”

Cass chuckles and says something along the lines of “If my life has to be in your hands I don’t wanna be on your bad side.”

I pause what I’m doing and look up at cass with a smirk. “Don’t worry Cass. I won’t let you die… too quickly. I’ll make you suffer before I let you pass. Keep that mind the next time you mess with my hair.”

*****Later that night*****

I’m currently sitting in catering with Emma, Bayley and Finn talking about absolutely nothing and everything.

As we’re talking I notice Nia walking in with Roman. She finds me and winks. She turns and says something to Roman and he shrugs his shoulders. She says something once more then walks off towards me. My eyes linger on him for a few more seconds before I reluctantly turn my head and focus on Nia. She comes over to our table and sits down. She greets everyone. And turns towards me with a smile.

“Hi guys. What are y'all talking about?”

Finn answers while on his phone. “Were just talking ‘bout nothin’ at all.”

Nia looks at me and winks. “So Shae are you up for some fun tonight?”

I look at Nia warily. “What kind of fun?”

“So I was thinking of going out with some people and dancing. Plus we can celebrate your promotion.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

“I don’t know. I have to be up to meet Hunter early. I’m signing my contract tomorrow morning.”

“Oh well let’s plan it for this weekend instead. We’re going to be off the road for a few days and Naomi, Jon and Josh can come too.”

I perk up at this and beam at Nia. Naomi is my other best friend besides Nia. She’s married to Jimmy Uso. And Jimmy and Jay happen to be Nia and Romans cousins.

“YAY! Okay this weekend we will celebrate. I can’t wait to see my loves.” She smiles and shakes her head. She knows I’m a sucker for some Naomi.

“Good. I’ll let Roman know what the plan is.”

The smile immediately drops from my face.

Nia takes notice and places a hand on my shoulder. Emma looks at me and Bayley leans forward looking worried. Finn places his phone on the table and folds his arms over his chest. Looking at me as well.

I finally speak. “Uh well I don’t think I want him there. I won’t be able to handle him being there or anywhere near me right now.”

Nia looks appalled I said that. “WHAT!? Why? What happened? You were in love with him earlier today.”

I give Nia the death stare. I don’t know why I feel so defensive at that moment. Everyone at the table knows how I feel about him. I stare at them all for a moment before I lower my head and run my right index finger over the table making patterns.

“Well I think it’s selfish to want him to care about me when he doesn’t even know who I am. It’s selfish to want him so badly. It’s a pipe dream… Wanting him to want me. We’ve never spoken to each other before and I thought I’d get a reaction out of him when Hunter said I was being promoted and didn’t. It made me realize this is a one sided affection. And I can’t keep going on like this. So I’m going to move on. Focus on work for now.”

They just looked at me.

Finn speaks in a calm voice while looking at me. “Ya know dat isn’t gonna work. You’ll be right back to pining’ over him tomorrow, especially if he comes around you. You can’t just dismiss your feelings love.”

I look at Finn dead in his eyes. “I won’t know unless I try. I just feel selfish for wanting him to act like my man and he isn’t.” I stand up and stretch. I smile at everyone and start to walk away.

“I gotta get back to the trainer’s room. I’ll see you guys later.” And with that I walk off.

When I arrive at the trainer’s room I walk in and sit at my desk. I start to look through the inventory sheets I have. I need to add some things for next week’s shows. I have to make sure the crew has everything they need and then some since I’ll be off the road for 5 days. Also I need to send out a text to my team about the meeting we’re having tomorrow morning about my time off and my new position. I get up and turn to my bag to grab my phone and I immediately freeze at what I see in front of me.

Roman is sitting on the table with his bright grey eyes focused on me. I just stare at him for a few seconds before I remember I’m supposed to be moving on from this. I clear my throat and speak.

“Uh Roman I’m sorry, I didn’t notice you there. Is there something you need?”

He just stares at me for a few moments before slowly getting up and walking towards me. His eyes are trained squarely on me. I feel like a deer caught in headlights. I take a step back while my eyes are still locked on his. I can’t look away even if I wanted to. All I think about is how he’s looking at me finally. He takes step towards me and I take a step back each time he comes towards me.

Suddenly my butt hits my desk and I know I can’t go any farther. He smirks and closes the distance between us.

Its at this moment I take notice of our height difference. Hes 6’3 and im 5’4. I come right to his chest. I don’t know why but at this moment I picture him picking me up and pushing me against the nearest wall as he takes my lips in a heated kiss. His hands roaming over my ass squeezing and groping. My hands running from his broad and wide shoulders up to his thick neck and tracing his handsome face, and finally gripping those long and soft locks. Him breaking away and looking at me while breathing hard. Me looking at him with half lidded eyes and breathing hard. Him giving me that signature smirk and…

I’m snapped out of my trace by his husky chuckle. “Baby girl I can practically hear you thinking. And trust me I want to do more than just stand here. Maybe I should bend you over this desk and shove my cock into that pretty pussy. Would you like that? Hmm?”

His voice. It’s so deep and husky. It caresses my skin and makes me melt on the spot. I can feel my panties become soaked and it only turns me on more. I manage to nod my head since words have failed me at this moment. He places a finger under my chin and lifts my chin so that I have to look up at him.

When I look up I just stare. He’s so sexy. Staring down at me his hair is like veil around us. He smells so good. Like fresh rain and sweat. I wonder what he’d taste like. Maybe I should lick him to find out.

His lips are so full. They look so soft. I want them on me. Everywhere. I finally look into those eyes. I can feel myself get lost in them and I want that. I want to lose myself to him. To give him everything I am. I want to submit myself to him and then some.

I’ve never felt this way about anyone. But with him it feels so right. It feels good to just give. To submit my body and soul to him. I want him to claim me. I just want him on and inside of me.

He’s looking back at me with equal interest. If you can call it that. He’s looking back at me with the eyes of a man who’s found what he wants… Wants to fuck. To break. To claim.

He licks his lips and speaks in a husky voice. “So… You want to move on from caring about me? You want to forget me?” He chuckles at that and leans down so that were nose to nose. His hand goes from my chin to the back of my neck and he gives a firm squeeze.

“Babygirl you won’t ever forget me. Do you wanna know why?”

I take a sharp intake of air at his question. I move my eyes around frantically and try to move my lips in an attempt to speak but I can’t. I look down and close my eyes. I take deep breaths and calm myself. I look up when I feel calmer and speak.

“Why won’t I forget you?” I ask in a quiet voice. I smirks and moves his lips on top of mine. Not kissing me but just hovering. When he speaks it’s basically a growl and that’s when my legs become jelly. Roman notices this and braces his legs around mine helping to keep me upright. I can feel his cock poking my stomach. And it’s so warm even through his thick cargo pants.

“You won’t forget me because i’m going to imprint my essence into you. I’m going to fuck you into submission. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember where you end and I begin. I’m going to fuck you and break you. Then i’m going to rebuild you with only thoughts of me and what I did to you. And trust me you’ll enjoy every second of it. You’ll enjoy it so much you’ll soak the sheets. Drip down on my cock. Scream my name. And you’ll thank me for what I’m going to do to you.”

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The Wedding- Alex Nylander

Originally posted by nylanderhoe

Ok so this one got away from me so sorry! But it’s adorable in my opinion, so I hope you guys like it! Enjoy!

Warning: none!

Anon Request: I love how much you write and post and everything !! Youre an amazing person❤️💛💚💙💜 could you do an imagine where you dated Alex nylander for a while but then he broke up with you and now you know youll be attending the same wedding so you take someone else as a date to make him jealous and then he pulls you a side to tell you that he wants You back? Sorry if its confusing 😂😘


              “You look hot” Willy said.

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Characters: Clint x Reader

Summary: After a string of less than perfect dates maybe your Mr Right has been in front of you all the time.

Word Count: 1836 words


After yet another disaster of a date orchestrated by your interfering and terrifying best friend you kicked off your shoes and landed on the sofa with a huff. Clint looked across at you from his seat at the other end of the sofa and raised an eyebrow. “That bad huh?”

“I swear I don’t know where Nat keeps finding these guys or why she thinks they would be a good match for me but I am officially done.  I am off the dating market, I’m just gonna spend the next sixty years of my life single.  I mean, Steve has managed it.” You shrug as you begin to rub the sole of your aching foot.

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Between Friends

Sam asks for a favor that only very, very good friends would agree to do.

This was a very weird idea of mine that I sort of came up with after a quirky dream. It sort of almost has Blam in it but not really like they’re not involved other than… educationally? Yeah… I’m gonna go sit in a corner.

“I need help.”

Kurt doesn’t look back from his jewellery sketches when he hears Sam say that, assuming he won’t be needed in this conversation. His husband’s best friend would be in town for the weekend only and Kurt’s more than happy to let them have their time as he is due to finish his designs in the next few days anyway.

“With what?”


But there are some things that pull Kurt’s attention even when he’s trying to focus on something else.

“Uh… okay,” Blaine says slowly, stealing a glance at Kurt who shrugs.

“Yeah, I mean. You two are pretty good at it, right?” Sam says. “At least you have a lot of it.”

“What makes you say that?” Kurt asks.

“Oh, come on.”

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Imagine Telling Archie You're Pregnant

Originally posted by bettytail

A/N: Not at all glamorizing teen pregnancy. Wrap it up kids. 

After an hour you called Jughead.

You were sitting on the hood of Archie’s dad’s truck watching your boyfriend pace the perimeter of the Riverdale High parking lot in a daze when Jughead walked up from behind you.

“Hey.“ He greets calmly. His eyes locked on his best friends movements. Archie reached up and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. 

“Thanks for coming Jug.”

He nods. “How long has he been like that?”

“About an hour. But I don’t know what I can say to make him feel better right now.”

“Did you guys get in a fight or something?”

You took a shuddered breath, too afraid to look up at him from playing with your cuticles. The words were still lumped in your throat from telling them to Archie.

“I’m pregnant Jug.”

He didn’t say anything. You were still too afraid to look up and face him. After a little while you felt his hand squeeze your shoulder reassuringly before his body left your side. You bit your nails as you watched Jughead cross the parking lot to where Archie was still pacing, muttering something to himself. Archie seemed surprised at the sudden appearance of his best friend.

You couldn’t hear what they were saying from the truck. But you watched them nervously, feeling your heart drop even lower when Arch’s shaking body was pulled into Jugheads arms. Jughead held his best friend for a while until Archie stopped shaking. Arch stood back and whipped his face. You stood up as they began walking back up across the parking lot towards you. You all had a lot of talking to do. 

anonymous asked:

honestly, correct me if im wrong but i feel like yousefs kindness towards sana is not on a romantic basis if you get what i mean? like its bc hes being rlly nice bc hes just a nice guy?? bc were seeing everything from sanas pov and from sanas pov it looks like yousef /may/ have an interest in her but she also thought he was a muslim and was proven wrong. and like i feel like everythings coming together now, the homosexuality flag, the muslim thing, his behaviour

i’ve been saying this since the start and i’m still saying it. yousef, to me, is WAY too casual about everything when it comes to sana. including his “coming out” as non muslim.
sure, maybe yousef is Extra like even, but i feel like the evak parallels are a trap. 

“you think this is an evak reference but actually…”

guys guys just think

dan and phil getting a dog would be a huge commitment. we all know phil would beg for a puppy, so that’s about ten-thirteen years of caring for a pet together (average lifespan is 10-13 years, so just guesstimating) and it will be together because it’ll be their irl child so we’re looking towards pinof 21 over here and if the 2022 thing comes true *fingers crossed* they’ll be celebrating their ninth wedding anniversary by the time the dog presumably dies. dan and phil have three channels, between amazingphil, danisnotonfire, and danandphilgames, and nine divided by three is three. there are three sides to every triangle, and the triangle is the symbol of the illuminati. therefore dan and phil are obviously in the illuminati and beyonce and jay-z are forcing them to get this dog we must help them

for tanya—

Tanya! Sorry this took so long asdfghjkl is2g I cannot write a fanfic these days so don’t expect too much, lmao.

Chuuya sighed. “It feels more like taking care of two children.” He murmurs, massaging his forehead as he slumped down on the couch eyeing at Dazai and Shuuji in front of him who had been laughing at Dazai’s joke.

“Mamai… did that?” Shuuji’s blue eyes, a resemblance of Chuuya’s, are wide with attention. His face showed happiness – the glow making Chuuya smile; even if Shuuji looks completely like Dazai and no, he isn’t bitter about it – why would he, he only carried Shuuji for nine months, after all.

“Hmm.” Dazai nods as he cradles the child. “Your Mamai really has some lame lines when he comes to fight the bad guys.”

“More like saving your sorry ass.”

Shuuji laughs – he laughs like his world is complete and Chuuya watches as Dazai’s face softens, tousling the child’s hair with adoration. Chuuya smiles at the scene unfolding in front of him; one that could easily ease away his fatigue.

Four years ago, he wouldn’t have dreamt of this very scene unfolding right before his eyes. Four years ago, he had given up the idea of happiness the moment Dazai had left him and Shuuji.

“Mamai,” Shuuji calls; eyes filled with happiness. “I’m hungry.” He whines. Unlike six months ago, his speech has improved far greater than what Chuuya could’ve imagined. It may have been a product of Dazai being with them all the time or maybe it’s just because he’s goddamn Dazai Osamu’s son.

Chuuya rolls his eyes as he hears Shuuji’s laughter all the way from the kitchen. He attempts to grab the seasoning placed on the top shelf courteousy of Dazai who was hell bent on teasing Chuuya’s height. Groaning, he peeked at the living room to call Dazai.

“What is it Chuuya?”

“I can’t reach the seasoning.” Chuuya mumbled, face heating up in embarrassment.

Dazai arches a brow. “Chuuya, I can’t hear you~”

“Asshole.” Chuuya mumbles. “I can’t reach the seasoning.”

There’s three seconds of silence before Dazai bursts out laughing. Chuuya punches him slightly on the shoulder but the bastard keeps on laughing until there are tears on the corner of his eyes. Chuuya glares at Dazai who wiped the tears of his face before walking towards the cabinet with amusement still evident on his features.

“Why did you even place that there, you ass.”

“But Chuuya is so cute when he asks for help.”

“You are such an asshole.”

“Eh, if Chuuya had his Gravity Manipulation he could’ve done this so easily.” Dazai comments before he grabs the seasoning, placing it on the counter.

You see, a month and a half ago, Fyodor Doestoyevsky had won the war. He had erased all the Abilities in the world – ranging from the smallest to the most powerful ones. However, there was only one flaw: He managed to erase the Abilities; not the Ability Users and thus, from then on, they have started to live normally.

“It’s too…surreal.” Chuuya says as he chops the mackerel. “Living normally, I mean.”

“But isn’t that what you wanted for Shuuji?” Dazai asks, leaning on the counter as he eyed Chuuya. “Normal living?”

Chuuya nods. He doesn’t say a thing when Dazai wraps his arms around Chuuya’s waist, placing his chin on Chuuya’s shoulder.

“Mamai, I’m hungry.” There’s a voice from behind them that calls Chuuya and Chuuya wiggles out of Dazai’s hold only to make Dazai tighten his embrace. Shuuji scrunches his nose. “Dada, stop hugging Mamai in front of me!”

“Why, bud?” Dazai grins. “You jealous?”

“Mamai was mine first!”

“He was mine first, Shuuji.” Dazai teases. Chuuya rolls his eyes at their antics but a smile grazed his features as he continued to cook.

Living normally felt surreal – Chuuya was afraid this happiness could shatter any minute. That one day, Dazai might leave again or Shuuji might be in danger again. There are a lot of things Chuuya is afraid of. But there was one thing for sure, he wouldn’t let anyone touch his family – if they do, Chuuya would meet them in hell.


This wasn’t new.

A lot of people had started going after Chuuya and Dazai now that they’re powers were gone. They felt like they had an advantage – especially since they would always come in numbers only to be pulverized by Chuuya’s skills in martial arts. This wasn’t new but it makes his heart clench in pain every time.

“Shuuji got taken again.” Dazai sighs, rubbing his hand on his face. “How many times is this? 4th? 5th? Do they really have a death wish?”

“One scrape on Shuuji’s skin and they wish they hadn’t been born.” Chuuya says, his eyes as dark as the night glazed with murder. Dazai nods, sighing at the mere naivety of the people nowadays.

“Well then, let’s go and rescue Shuuji, shall we?”

Another abandoned building. When will these guys ever stop being so mainstream? Sighing, Chuuya and Dazai entered the building casually, steps echoing throughout the dark as they searched around for Shuuji.

“Nakahara Chuuya of the Port Mafia and Dazai Osamu of the Armed Detective Agency,” There’s a feral grin matching the animosity of those words. “I thought you weren’t going to come, I was getting bored playing with your son.”

Chuuya grits his teeth, clenching his fists when Dazai places a hand on his shoulder, calming him down. “Oh? You were playing with our son? How did it feel to lose?”

The man gritted his teeth making Dazai smirk further. Shuuji wasn’t Dazai and Chuuya’s son for nothing. He could get out on any situation given that he managed to inherit his Father’s brains although Dazai would appreciate it if Shuuji hadn’t provoked them; which was impossible given that Shuuji had inherited Chuuya’s sass.

“Bring the boy!”

The man pushes Shuuji forward – who didn’t even look a tad bit scared. He had dirt on the sides of his face and his clothes were tattered but other than that, his eyes showed no fear and no further injuries could be seen.

“Mamai. Dada.” The boy calls, pouting. “I’m hungry.”

“As if you could get out of this alive!” The man shouts, waving his hand as tens of people surrounded them; all bringing weapon which ranged on from a bat to a knife. Sighing, Chuuya throws Dazai his coat; making Dazai smirk in response.

“Get Shuuji.”

“Way ahead of you, Chuuya.”

“Kill them!”

Dazai expertly maneuvers to the crowd; dodging their attacks effortlessly – jumping from one place to another. Sure, their abilities may be gone and Dazai’s combat skills maybe lower than average for the Port Mafia but these guys clearly were lower than that. He kicks the man guarding Shuuji to the shin before helping the boy up.

“You okay, bud?”

Shuuji nods, the rope on his wrist falling to the ground without even Dazai helping. “Is it okay to leave Mamai like that?”

“Your Mamai is angry.” Dazai winks. “We don’t want to get in the way, do we?” Shuuji nods – a constipated look on his face remembering the times Chuuya got angry. It was never a good move to make Chuuya angry.

“Dada, I’m hungry, can we get ice cream before we head home?”

“Sure, bud.” Dazai nods, ruffling the boy’s hair. “We need to calm your Mamai down with the coldness anyway.”

“Ice cream. Ice cream! Yay.” The boy shouts with glee like he wasn’t just kidnapped by now. Dazai shakes his head.

Well, this was a natural occurrence in the Nakahara-Dazai household anyway.

exo about pictures and being seen on the streets:

Baekhyun: Guys, if you see me on a street, please greet me.

Lay: Please say hi if you see me on a street. Don’t be scared and come.

Suho: I sometimes look forward to people recognizing me.

Chen: Sehun, when someone sees you on a street and asks, “Are you EXO Sehun?”, do you answer that you’re indeed Sehun?

Sehun: Yes!

Chen: Me too.

Sehun: Well I am Sehun. How can I say no? I say that’s me.

Fan: Fans’ attention could be pressuring and tiring…

Baekhyun: No~ Not at all. I was born for this.

Q: Isn’t it uncomfortable when people recognize you?

Chanyeol: I didn’t start this career without knowing that. I chose this path, it’s something I must accept.

Chen: The fact that people recognize us is positive enough for us.

the fact that even though they sometimes have bad experiences with some fans and get crowded and even get their privacy invaded at times, they really enjoy when some of us are just happy to run across them and want a picture and if this doesn’t show how much exo loves us, what else can ????