but there's a handful of people i would so do body shots off of right now

SnapChat Mishaps -Pt 2

 { I didn’t plan on writing a second part to any of the one shots but this one seems to be one of the favorites so I figured I’d turn it into a mini series. Please message me or comment or something to let me know if I should keep going with it ! Otherwise i might not ,xoxoxo}

Snapchat Mishaps One shot       { Master List}

    WHY?! why would Bucky come to my room? did he think this was a serious invitation?! Fuck.  Rapid knocks on your door startle you out of your thoughts, making your body freeze with panic. Maybe if I don’t answer-

“ Doll, I know youre in there.” Damn It.  You quickly roll off your bed to slid your robe over your bare body . You slowly open your door, and he is right there . His cheeks are slightly flushed, and his eyes are lust blown, the usual blue almost fully over taken with black. Fuck .

“Is there something you need Barnes?” you ask , crossing your arms over your chest as you speak .

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“ Oh I think you know the answer to that Doll.” his voice is dripping with want, theres no denying that.  You raise an eyebrow at him, a dirty smirk spreading across your face. I’m so going to have fun with this. 

Bucky is a little shit on a daily basis , making fun of you ,  annoying the shit of you constantly & then the next second he’s a flirty little jackass. Who thinks like that ? Let me just annoy this shit out of this girl,  then try to flirt my way into her pants . What a fucking ass.

“ Arent you going to invite me in ?” he asks when you don’t answer him .

“ No , I’m not. “you simply answer, making his eyes widen as you add ,” The snaps weren’t an invitation Barnes, and frankly, I don’t think  you’ve earned the right to come in just yet. So no , I’m not inviting in your room . But you know what I am going to do?“ you ask, stepping closer to him , you slowly run your hands up his chest,

” I’m going to go back in my room, drop this robe , and fuck myself . Over and over again . And you know what? Maybe , just maybe, ill think of you while I do it. Maybe ill imagine your hands, running down my body , rolling my nipples between your metal fingers, or maybe ill think about what it would feel like having your fingers fucking my tight, wet pussy . Mmm, ill probably imagine how good it would feel to ride your- “

 ” jesus Christ Y/n.“ Bucky half moans, half growls out . You glide one of your hands down his body , until it lands over his hard bulge  .Holy Fucking Hell .

” Good night Bucky.“ you lean up, gently kissing his cheek  .  He doesn’t move as you step back into your room ,his eyes never leaving you . 

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Before closing your door, you drop your robe, watching as his eyes drink in the sight of your bare body . He releases another growl, sending a new shock of heat straight to your core. You send him a wink before closing the door. You know it was a dick move to be that much of a tease, but God, was it fucking worth it to see the look on his face .

 You crawl back into your bed, immediately opening your snap, Time for the real fun.

  The First Snap : you start recording as you move your free hand to your chest, tugging and rolling your hard nipples between your fingers , letting out breathy moans as you do .  When the video cuts, you send it Bucky without hesitation.

 The Second. : You don’t wait, and start recording the next snap, your hand moving down to your clit, rubbing tight, hard circles around it . you don’t hold in the moans, letting them fall from your lips  . Send.

The Last One: you wait a couple minutes, building yourself up until youre near your finish . When you feel the knot in you tighten , you start the snap . You angle the camera so your mouth , and bare chest are in view as you plunge your fingers in and out of your pussy . You don’t want to show him every part of you , well not yet atleast. The sounds from your movements are obscene , and very audible ,  right as the video is about to end, you finish , Buckys name escaping your lips in moan as you cum all over your fingers. You can see your body arching, as you come undone, and its oddly satisfying when you rewatch it before you send it.  Happy with the outcome, you send to it Bucky . And wait for his response

 He didn’t reply for a few minutes, & it drove you insane. When your notifications finally went off your pulse picked up . you let out a deep breath as you open his video . It was of him, fucking himself with his hand, and moaning your name as he finishs, his cum shooting out over his chest .  They way he moans your name ignites a new fire in you  .  As torturous as this is for him, its just as bad for you now; and you didn’t plan on that. Sure, you always thought he was attractive, but his annoying  habits were difficult to ignore.  You didn’t think watching him do that to himself, would turn you on so much .  I really need to think of the outcomes of things before I do shit like this.

Its been a week, and everyday , you and Bucky would send dirty snaps back and forth . You’ve never been so sexually frustrated in your life, even when you get yourself off , its not enough  . You cant get the image of Bucky fucking you out of your head, and its all you want now . But is that a step you really want to take? Once its done , theres no going back .  I have to work with him, see him everyday , can I do that if I give in? If I let him fuck me, if I let him do whatever he wants to me? Will I be able to look him in the eyes without feeling awkward?  The flirting was limited only to snaps, besides his normal everyday flirting.  Its clear neither of you wanted to let people in on what game the two of you are playing. 

Its finally your day off, which means you sleep in until noon . When you finally wake up, you drag yourself out of your room , deciding against pants . When you walk into the kitchen , you aren’t surprised that its empty, everyone always does their own things in the afternoon, whether its training, a mission or just relaxing.  

 Youre facing the coffee pot, finally taking your first sip of your morning cup of crack when two hands appear on either side on you on the counter . One metal , one flesh . WTF?

” I thought you were going to sleep the entire day away doll.“ Buckys lips are right next to your ear, barely grazing them as he speaks. His lips glide down your neck, barely touching but just enough to make you squirm.

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” well you thought wrong . “  you have to hold in a whimper when he moves closer and his body presses tightly against your back. You can feel his bulge against your ass, making your body want to move back against him. Hes taking this to a new level,  shit. Its been a silent understandment, whoever caves first loses . And by caves, you mean whoever jumps the other one for sex first ,loses. And you aren’t about to give him the satisfaction  of winning .

 You decide to go with  it, moving your ass back against him. His hand jump from the counter to your waist, his grip tight enough that you know youll have bruises; but you don’t care .  He holds you against him, light moans leaving his lips as you grind yourself back against him . Its affecting you as much as it is him, you can feel a wetspot forming on your underwear , and are regretting not wearing pants now .

” Did you think about me Bucky? While you fucked yourself did you think about how tight my pussy would feel, wrapped around you dick as you fuck into me?  “

” Of course I did doll, fuck,  I haven’t been able to think about anything else. did you- did you think of me baby?“ he admits, and you know you have him.  You turn in his arms and lean up , hovering your lips over his.

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” Oh James, I thought of you taking me in every possible way . “ he moves to connect your lips but you back up . You place your hands behind you , lifting yourself up to sit on the counter . He steps forward to place himself between your legs, but you stick your hand up stopping him . He raises an eyebrow in question , but it drops as soon as your hand moves to your pussy . You lift your legs onto the counter, spreading yourself infront of him . His eyes fly to between your legs, watching as your finger draws circles into your clothed clit.  His metal hand moves to his crotch , palming at himself as he watches.

” Doll, please -“

” Do you want to see Bucky ? See how I’m dripping for you?’ you purr .  He still hasn’t actually seen you do it yourself , that was your one rule you had for youself . You never sent him a snap of your fingers in you, so hes really only seen your clit.  But at this moment, you want him to see everything. You want him to cave, to fuck you . You want Bucky Barnes to fuck you so badly , you even consider caving first ; but then snap out of your horny daze to realize you can win this without having to give; there’s no way he’ll be able to keep this up that much longer . He frantically nods ‘yes’ to your question , widening the smirk on your face as he does. As you go to pull your panties to the side, the sound of footsteps echoe from the hall . Of fucking course. You quickly hop off the counter, and away from Bucky .

 Steve and Sam walk in, their conversation stopping when they see you .

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“ look who finally woke - whoa whats going on in here?” sam asks . You let out an awkward laugh in response, grabbing your cup of coffee as you go to leave. It feels as if theres a puddle in your underwear, and its extremely uncomfortable , you need to get out here asap .

“ Ill see you boys later . ”

You hear them call their goodbyes as you step onto the elevator, before the  doors close Bucky runs down the hall, stopping infront of the doors as they begin closing. he doesn’t step in , just says,

“ This isn’t over doll .”

“ Oh sweetheart, you wont last much longer.“

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Secrets- Riverdale X Reader Chapter 3- Body Double

Fandom: Riverdale

Warnings: none

notes: sorry for the clusterfuck of confusion on the uploading time of this. my editor was busy and then I had no wifi for 2 days and ughhh. anyways its here!

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You were sitting on the couch sketching when your phone started binging like crazy, you set down your pencil and picked your phone up to see about 16 texts from Kevin. You unlocked your phone to check your texts but before you could even open the messages app Kevin’s face filled your screen and his obnoxious custom set ringtone stopped you. With a sigh you hit the green ‘answer’ button.

“hey Kev wha-” You started but Kevin cut you off mid sentence.

“Holy crap (y/n) you will not believe* what just happened! where are you?”

“Home? I didn’t feel like going to school…though, if anyone asks I’m grievously ill.”

“Well you better recover ASAP, and get over here!” Without waiting for a response Kevin ended the call.

You put your sketchbook on the couch next to you with a dramatic sigh and stood up, throwing everything in a bag and tugging your shoes on as you stumbled out the door towards the school. You quickly covered the two blocks to Riverdale high, and when you got there pretty much all of your friends were waiting out front looking like they had seen a ghost.

“(Y/N)! FINALLY!” Kevin grabbed your arm and dragged you back towards the rest of the group. “While you were sitting around at home being a recluse- something I do not endorse by the way, we already have Jughead for that- Cheryl dropped probably one of the biggest bombs since July 4th! In bio she totally confessed!”  Kevin looked like he was about to explode.

Betty stopped him before he could go into further detail. “All Cheryl said was that she was guilty, Kev, she didn’t say of what.” Kevin Rolled his eyes with a dramatic sigh, “Well theres not alot of other things it could be!”

You waved your hands signalling them to slow down, “Hold on, what happened exactly?”

“The Sheriff’s department came into class, and Cheryl stood up and said they were here for her, because she was guilty.” Veronica summed up for you.

“I– wow. Really?” you were stunned. sure Cheryl was a mythic Bitch, but you didn’t think she could kill Jason. Or anyone really.

Later that day you were all chatting in the student lounge.

“So are you a suspect now?” Veronica asked Kevin.

“My dad says we all are, including me.”

“Not me girl. I don’t know these people. neither does (y/n).”

You nodded silently and looked at the ground. You did, actually know these people but nobody needed to know that, and it didn’t even matter you sure as hell weren’t the one that killed Jason.

Kevin fiddled with a piece of licorice and looked at the rest of your group with a grin. “Guys, should we maybe rebinge making a murderer on netflix tonight?”

Betty laughed, “Sorry can’t, gotta stay late to work on the paper.”

“Count me out too. I’ve got a date tonight.” Veronica added.

“You do?” Archie asked.

Kevin smiled, “Which Riverdale Hottie made the cut?”

Veronica tilted her head towards the door with a cryptic smile, towards one of the jocks “Hey V-Lo, I’ll swing by the pembrooke to pick you up at 8?”

“I’ll be waiting.” she smiled at him.

“Cool.” The boy grinned while putting on his jacket before walking out the door.

Betty and Kevin both had immediate reactions.

“Chuck clayton?” Betty looked extremely concerned.

“You’re going on a date with chuck?!” Kevin looked weirdly excited.

“Wait whos Chuck Clayton? You wondered out loud.

The rest of the group semi-ignored you, opting to keep talking about Chuck. "He’s kind of a player…” Betty leaned back into the couch.

“Who cares? hes the hottest of Hot! And he’s the football coach’s son. in Riverdale that’s like dating a Kennedy!”  Kevin was grinning.

Veronica smiled and raised her eyebrows mischievously. Betty sighed and stood up, “I have to go, I have a newspaper meeting.” You shot up out of your seat and grabbed your bag. “Can I walk with you? I have something to ask you.” Betty nodded and you both walked into the hallway.

“So I was wondering if you had any openings in the school paper. weatherbee is actually still on my case about extracurriculars. And I think it’d be really cool.”

“Well since it’s just me, I think we have room for you.” Betty replied as you turned the corner to the old dusty newspaper offices.

“Wow these computers are ancient…” You laughed lightly, “I wonder if we could sell them on Ebay as antiques.”

“I don’t think anybody would buy these things.” Jughead leaned against the doorframe, his lips turned up into a faint smirk.

He turned his attention to Betty.“If print journalism is dead, what am I doing here?”

The Blue and Gold isn’t dead, Juggy It’s just dormant. but waking up.“ Betty swiped some of the dust off of one of the ancient monitors. "You’re writing a novel right? About Jason Blossoms murder?”

Jughead picked up a magnifying glass. “I am. Riverdales very own In Cold Blood.” He held up the magnifying glass and peered through.

“Which started out as a series of articles! I’m hoping you’ll come write for the Blue and Gold.” Betty grinned nervously, stretching her arms out like a magician after pulling off some amazing trick.

“I just don’t think the school papers the right fit for my voice.” Jughead said hesitantly.

“Truman Capote worked at the New Yorker for 2 years before he wrote in Cold Blood.” You added. Betty and Jugheads gazes both snapped to you with questioning looks. “What? I know stuff and it’s kind of relevant the new yorker is a newspaper.” you muttered defensively. Betty shook her head and turned back to Jughead.

“Juggy, Jason’s death changed Riverdale. People don’t wanna admit that but it’s true we all feel it.” Betty walked closer to Jughead. “Nothing this bad* was ever supposed to happen here, but it did. I wanna know why.”

Jughead glanced away his gaze softening. “Would I get complete freedom?”

“I’ll help and edit and suggest…but it’s your story, it’s your voice.” Jughead looked less and less convinced with each word out of Betty’s mouth.

Jughead rolled his eyes with a grin, “Doesn’t sound* like complete freedom…But- I’m in.”

Bettys face lit up and she clapped her hands together. “Okay great! um, in that case I have your first assignment. There’s one person who was at the river on July 4th that no one’s talking about.”

“Dilton Doiley and his scouts.”


Jughead smirked and flicked his nose with his thumb as he turned to walk out. But Betty called after him. “(y/n)s coming with you Juggy!” You both stopped dead.

“Wait I am?”

“She is?”

“Yes, she is. (y/n) doesn’t have a lot of journalism experience so…I thought you could show her the ropes.” Betty explained, with an almost pleading smile.

Jughead rolled his eyes. “Fine. come on.”

You grabbed your bag and walked out after him. “You know, I think Betty is just worried about you scaring the crap out of a bunch of 11 year olds.”

Jughead rolled his eyes again, but there was that familiar spark of amusement. “Meet me at the adventure scout hall tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

“This is gonna be fun, Jones it’ll be like Sherlock with a way prettier Watson!”

The next day you got to the field outside the adventure scouts building and he was standing near the kids all lined up while Dilton Doiley lectured them. You walked over and smiled in greeting. Jughead nodded, and held up a hand for you to be quiet. Dilton was lectureing his troops about dying, or something. You didn’t really catch it.

Jughead approached him, “At ease Doily we’re writing an article for the Blue and Gold, hoping you can help.”

Dismissed! but stay close.” Dilton ordered the kids.

“Cheryl and Archie say they heard a gunshot July 4th, but they don’t know who fired.”

Dilton immediately got defensive, his posture shifted and his face hardened. “Sheriff Keller already asked me about this, like I told him, my scouts and I…we didn’t hear anything weird.”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion, this kid was definitely hiding something.

Jughead took a step closer to Dilton, his eyes were filled with the same suspicion as yours,“Well, did you see anything weird?” his tone was a little more accusatory than it had been, it was clear Jughead believed Doily about as much as you did.

Dilton straightened his back and crossed his arms. he glared at jughead. “A white winged crossbill, A long eared owl…oh. And Cheryl, sitting by the river soaking wet.”

Jugheads expression was hard and unreadable as he stared at Dilton. You grabbed Jugheads arm and dragged him away from the other boy. “C'mon we’re not going to get anything more out of Doily. He’s on the defensive now.”

“That’s alright. I have another lead.”

Later that night you met Jughead at Pops. “I’m always up for food, but how is pops a lead?”

Jughead gave you a deadpan look, “It’s not the diner it’s what’s inside, one of Doily’s scouts was looking at us like he wanted to say something, and we’re gonna find out what.”

“Or maybe he was checking you out?” you joked. Which earned you a fairly impressive bitch face from Jughead.

You walked through the door with Jughead a few steps ahead, the boy from earlier was in a booth chatting with someone, who you assumed was the kid’s father. The dad got up and left the table and Jughead crouched on the empty booth seat while the kid was looking away Jughead grabbed the cherry off the kids sundae and ate it. You ran a hand through your hair, immediately regretting being there.

The kid dropped his spoon and threw up his hands as the metal utensil clattered on the table. “What the hell man.” his face was full of confusion, and maybe a little fear.

“I saw the way you looked at me.-”

You rolled your eyes. “Cause that didn’t sound creepy Jug.” you muttered under your breath.

Jughead slid the kids sundae towards himself,“-during grizzly training. you’re hiding something.”

The kid leaned in, “It’s scoutmaster Doiley, he’s lying.”

“About what?” Jughead kept eating the scouts sundae, and watched the boy with a weird expression, a mix of curious and suspicious.

“The gunshot, It was him. He was teaching us how to shoot targets.”

“Dilton Doiley shot the Gun on July 4th?”

“What the hell is with this town?” You blurted out.

“He’s a hardcore survivalist. He says if we don’t protect ourselves, no one will.”

Jughead and you exchanged a look, this was big.

The day after your confrontation with sundae boy, you were sitting in the student lounge eating a muffin and reading the article on Chuck Claytons class A douchebag status being exposed. When your phone chimed with a text from Betty telling you to get to the Blue and Gold office ASAP.

You shoved your phone in your pocket and threw the rest of your muffin away before dashing out the door and down the hall to the Blue and Gold offices.

Betty and Jughead were waiting for you when you arrived but before you had a chance to greet them or ask what was wrong Dilton Doiley walked in.

“Have a seat Doiley.” Jughead said, while kicking a chair towards the space in front of the desk. Dilton straightened it and sat down, facing the three of you. Jughead jerked his chin up at him as a signal to start speaking.

“If you publish a story saying I fired that gun, my life will be ruined. I’ll be banished from the adventure scouts and charged with a misdemeanor. So, what if I have a better story?”

Jughead glanced back at you and Betty and you both shrugged and shook your heads, none of you had any idea what Dilton had to offer.

“If I tell you what I know, promise me the gunshot stays between us.”

Betty walked out from behind the desk and came to stand next to you and jughead. “You have our word. as journalists.”

Dilton leaned towards the three of you and dropped his voice so if anybody had been listening there was no way they would hear it. “I saw something at Sweetwater river. Something nobody else saw–Ms. Grundy’s car, by the rivers edge. She was there.”

“Well. shit.” You said quietly.

Dilton Doiley had just opened pandora’s box

Issues- Part Seventeen


Negan x you

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.


Death, violence, and of course swearing! 

Word count-2,308

Read previous parts- HERE

Part Seventeen

Before I could open the door my body froze which caused Negan to almost knock into me from behind. Not that I would be complaining about that if he did.

Turning around to face him I opened my mouth but quickly shut it again. 

Unable to form the words spinning in my mind. How can I explain that I don’t want him to gloat at what was about to happen. Just because I wasn’t fighting him on it didn’t mean that I agreed with it, that I wanted him to to do it. 

Truth be told I don’t think he really wanted to do it either. I think he just did it because he had to, if he didn’t he wouldn’t be in charge for long and he wouldn’t be protected, he wouldn’t be able to protect all of the people who he does. Including me.

“What is it doll?” His face softened while I was stuck in thought “Just spit it out y/n” he always knows.

Keep reading

‘More boys being yandere? Maybe if their s/o got killed in the killing game, and/or if they confessed they had a crush on someone (like if they were a yandere Bois crush?) ‘

Ok 2 things,A: I’m not sure if I understood this correctly so I’m sorry if this isn’t how you wanted it to be like. And B: THIS IS 7444 WORDS LONG HOLY

Some boys are reacting to their s/o’s death, others are reacting to their s/o having feelings (or possible feelings for other people

Warning: Nudity, suggested sex, violence and swearing under the cut 

Saihara Shuichi:

  • The second he laid eyes on you he was smitten
  • He was breathless, blushing and stumbling over his words as he murmurs out a ‘Hi’
  • When you give him a warm smile and shake his hand softly he thinks his heart’s going to give out  
  • He’s never felt this way before, and he loves it
  • After that he makes it his task to learn as much as he can about you, learning what you like and dislike, making scripts on what he’ll say to you…watching you from a distance, picking up the objects you leave behind…
  • He has a box under his bed full of used napkins, toothpicks and half eaten pieces of food from you
  • They’re…memories…footprints that you’ve left behind for him to keep
  • It’s not strange! Every object you touch is blessed to him…
  • He starts taking pictures not even 7 days after meeting you
  • Pinning them up on the wall (Thank god the school had Polaroids) And writing messages on them
  • ‘S/o sleeping <3’ ‘S/o changing’ ‘S/o showering’ ‘s/o sweating after a run uwu’
  • He drools over every single one
  • He loses track of the days, caring about his appearance more than food and making sure he’s collected every scrap you leave and taking every picture he can
  • He’s been reading in the library for the past hour, glancing across the room to you, he hasn’t flipped his page once
  • When Kaito and Tenko barge in, he yelps and the book tumbles to the ground
  • “Ah sorry about that Saihara!” Momota grins and returns the book back to the detective
  • He gives a plain “It’s alright.” Before dusting the cover off slightly, watching as the two dash over to you
  • He resumes reading, jealousy slightly flickering in his eyes
  • After 5 minutes he knows you three are waiting for him to leave, talking in hushed voices. Kaito keeps turning back to him before spinning back around and whispering again.
  • He can take hints.  
  • He slips out the door, making sure they hear him as he closes it

  • It doesn’t take him long to crawl in the vents and position himself above the library shafts
  • He holds his breath as he leans forward to hear better
  • ‘-on! You can tell us s/o-san!” Chabashira-san.
  • “Yeah you can trust us!” He hears a thumping sound, Kaito pounding a fist over his heart
  • “….It’s Amami…”
  • He hears a gasp, before Tenko is yakking on about how she’d never trust a man enough to date-
  • Wait what
  • “We’ve been together before we came to this school…that’s why I trust him so much.”
  • You liked Amami, Amami liked you
  • He felt a cold numbness sweep over his mind
  • This couldn’t be true, he loved you
  • But you weren’t his?
  • He couldn’t think, he couldn’t move

  • Amami
  • Amami was why he couldn’t love you. Why you didn’t love him
  • If Amami wasn’t there, you would be his
  • He shuffled out of the vent, the sun was going down
  • He worked quickly….
  • …..
  • The next day, no one had seen Amami
  • You were obvious panicked, everyone searched but to no avail
  • He had helped search as well, feeling his heart curl when he saw your sad face
  • But when you approached him asking if he could use his talent to try and find Amami his heart swelled up again, like a thirsty plant receiving water
  • You wanted him to do something for you, of course he would accept
  • You smiled and hugged him, voice cracking as you thanked him
  • Needless to say, it was the best thing in his life
  • He grinned ear to ear as he waved you goodbye….silently worrying when he would come up empty handed, what you would think about him…
  • Amami wouldn’t be found for a long time
  • He was currently tied up, hidden between the walls of his room
  • He would feed Amami of course…but only giving him the necessities to live
  • He wouldn’t let your relationship with the green-haired boy continue (It was obvious he dyed it! Some rebel like him shouldn’t be tainting an angel like yourself!)
  • After sliding the hidden door closed, he sighed and flopped down on his bed, examining his wall of pictures
  • Smiling to himself, he fell asleep to the thoughts of your hug

Amami Rantaro:

  • Amami can usually hide his true feelings
  • Until the first day he met you
  • H o l y Shit he was so heated
  • His hands were clammy and his face was probably as flushed as fire
  • He kept brushing the back of his neck, silently praying that you didn’t find him strange
  • When you laughed at one of his jokes he felt his ego soar
  • He continued to bring more jokes, more puns, more of what made you laugh and smile as the days pass
  • You actually ruffled his hair at a point, calling him a puffy avocado
  • He grinned through his frizzy locks and went onto making avocado-based jokes
  • The need to have you within eye shot started to grow, even if you were going to the bathroom he insisted on waiting outside the door
  • If you had to go do other things he’d still always ‘coincidently’ meet up with you
  • He had to go pick up a book for Saihara! He had to get a bottle of Panta for Ouma!
  • He seemed to always find ways to be around you
  • It came to a point where you felt bothered by it, so one day you politely tell him that you need your personal space… You still enjoy having him! Just…not all the time?
  • You can see the gears turning in his brain before he smiles and pats your back
  • “Of course! I’m sorry if I seemed to cling, you just are really fun to be around!”
  • You thank him, telling him that Kaede is waiting for you before you leave
  • He waves as you walk away, leaving to go visit Iruma
  • .,.,.,
  • Many ‘favors’ later he’s got a bunch of hidden cameras and recording devices, bugs
  • If anyone asked Iruma, she would say he was setting them up to catch the mastermind (like they would anyways)
  • In reality, he was going to use them to watch you
  • If he couldn’t be there for you, he could at least watch over you
  • He’s set them up in every main room, the kitchen, dining room, library, arcade…
  • He’s even set a few up in your room, giving him 360 degree access
  • After you finished talking with him, could sit back and relax as he watches and hears your conversations with someone else
  • He especially loves the times when you’re in your room
  • He’s seen you changing, sleeping and…well you are a teenager so doing ‘that’ as well
  • And he’s proudly done the same while watching you
  • He hits his hardest high he’s ever felt watching you squirm and gasp
  • It’s late evening, you and Harukawa had finished taking a drip in the pool (much to Amami’s disappointment and satisfaction) and now you were cuddling up in your blankets, reading a magazine
  • Amami on the other hand, was eating a meat bun he grabbed from the fridge while you were changing. He had wanted something quick so that he could return to you as soon as possible
  • He twirled his headphones, as he chewed and filled out a crossword puzzle
  • When he sound of a door opening he spins around, only to find the door to be (thankfully) closed
  • Turning back to the screen he realizes that the sound came from your room
  • “Damn these mics are good.” he murmured before sweeping the puzzle to the side and turning up the volume on the headphones
  • Himiko had just walked in, you greeted her and gestured for her to sit beside you, she plopped down before wrapping the blanket around herself
  • It left you without a blanket, but you didn’t seem to care
  • He watched as the two of you continued to talk, before you suddenly asked if she could keep a secret
  • If he wasn’t concerned before, he was sure as hell concerned now
  • A secret? How come you haven’t told him then? Is it about him then-
  • His thoughts were stopped mid sentence as you whispered
  • “I think I like Korekiyo…”
  • His jaw metaphorically and psychically dropped
  • He continued to listen, but his worries were confirmed, Korekiyo was your crush.
  • He turned the monitor off, taking the headphones out of his hair before he runs his hands through it
  • This couldn’t be true
  • He cares more about you more than that creep! All that man wants is your body!
  • He thinks about you naked, Korekiyo licking your parts as you moa-
  • Before he knows it he’s out of the room, rushing over to Korekiyo’s room
  • The anthropologist seems less than pleased to be disturbed at the time, but he wasn’t sleeping anyways so it’s not like he really care-
  • “You know s/o?”
  • An eyebrow from Shinguji as he replies: “Of course I do.”
  • Amami nods, making a grave face before leaning closer to the other boy “I think they might be trying to kill you.”
  • Shinguji immediately tenses, Amami keeps up the act
  • Amami looks side to side, before flicking his eyes up “Can we talk inside? Please.”
  • Although he seems skeptical, Korekiyo complies
  • Amami fabricates his story, s/o has been talking about her life before she got stuck in the killing game, desperate to get out. He’s seen your plans, lure the anthropologist in pretending to be in love. Then when the time is right- bang.
  • Why Korekiyo? He’s creepy and no one would miss him that much. Someone like Ouma would be hard to take down without it somehow backfiring. Korekiyo seems to be easiest to swoon and easiest to kill, Gonta would be too strong, Kaito works out, Hoshi doesn’t let anyone get close to him, and Amami?
  • “She’s my cousin. We didn’t tell anyone as someone could blackmail us.”
  • When he does leave, Korekiyo seems at least 60% convinced and Amami is smirking as he goes to bed
  • The next day he repeats the same thing to you, but it’s a bit different…
  • “I think Korekiyo wants to kill you…”
  • After he’s finished. Both you and Shinguji eye each-other up suspiciously, sitting as far away as possible during meals
  • Amami smiles as he scoops another spoonful of cereal into his mouth
  • He’s won

Ouma Kokichi:

  • If you asked Ouma before if he would fall in love, he would have laughed at you to the point at which you would think he’d be popping a blood vessel anytime soon
  • Key work being before
  • The second you walked through that door to see him taunting the robot in the storage room it was game over
  • Fin, Finish, Done
  • His immediate thought was to run, run and hide under the covers of his bed and never come out
  • But he made his first mistake and let you approach him
  • You made a comment,  something about not bothering Kibbo or Kiiboy, whatever his name was
  • All he could focus on was the way your hair swirled with every breath, how your lashes batted and brows furrowed as you sternly told Ouma to leave the robot alone
  • He gave a little ‘Nishi shi’ before giving a whined ‘okay’
  • Then he made his second mistake: “Only if you keep me company! This place is full of boring people. …you better not disappoint me!”
  • And much to the supreme ruler’s surprise, you agreed
  • He learned your name, talent, what foods you like to eat, what subjects you like and dislike, and he kept falling deeper
  • He really should have gone out. Stayed away. But he didn’t
  • As he would lie, you would roll your eyes and make a witty clapback whenever possible until the two of you were slamming remark after remark at each-other
  • Call him crazy, but he liked it
  • “Ok you’re crazy.”
  • He laughs (And it isn’t faked?) as you continue to stare at him like he has 3 heads
  • “At what time did trying to sneak into the spa while the girls were in there-wearing nothing but a hot-dog bun around your cock seem like a good idea?”
  • “At least the bun stayed on.”
  • “At least the bun didn’t go up.”
  • He laughs again, wincing slightly as the busies remind him that they exist
  • He expected as much, it was a stupid idea to begin with. He had to do it
  • He wanted to see your body.
  • Of course he had no idea that the girls were in there
  • But he had received ‘information’ that you would have been there alone….
  • He’s more disappointed than angry in all honesty
  • When you begin to wrap his wounds, he yelps
  • “What are you doing?”
  • “Not putting a hot-dog bun on my dick and yelling ‘SAUSAGE PARTY!’             while walking into a spa that’s for sure.”
  • “Does that mean you have a dick?”
  • “I have you.”
  • He’s tempted to pull away, brush you off and let his wounds scab over
  • But he just can’t
  • He wants you to do it
  • So he lets you treat his wounds, thanking you before hurrying to his room and shutting the door
  • And he smiled
  • All throughout the week you noticed how Ouma started to cling more and more
  • He would wine if you wanted to leave, saying “I’ll be bored!” or “I’ll just follow you then!”
  • It started to annoy you
  • But Ouma doesn’t care if he’s being annoying
  • You’re the only person in this school who cares about his well-being! The person he loves, even if he won’t admit it himself
  • You’ve already stayed with him this long
  • He won’t let go, he won’t
  • He refuses to let anyone take you from him, no matter the cost
  • You’ve been playing a game of pool with Kiibo, Shirogane, Saihara, Angie and (Surprisingly) Hoshi, Ouma’s been groaning about how bored he’s been for the past hour
  • As kiibo gets a ball in, you slap his hand, grinning as he shyly wishes you good luck on your turn
  • You line up your pole, the white ball knocking a black-8ball before it rolls, Ouma gives another moan of boredom
  • “Ouma stop moaning like you’re in a heat and be quiet.”
  • “My beloved s/o is so harsh!” He creeps up behind you and wraps his arms around your torso before whispering in your ear “You better stop being buddy-buddy with Kiibo by the way.”
  • He pulls away, grinning as everyone else rolls their eyes
  • Meanwhile you’ve frozen
  • What did he say? Stop being buddy-buddy with Kiibo?
  • Oh no
  • You let the others re-set the balls, nervously twisting your pole as Ouma takes his spot on top of an arcade machine
  • A bubble of anxiety builds up in your stomach
  • He remains quiet for the rest of the match, hungry eyes trained on your every move
  • Once the match finishes, and you’ve all parted ways the anxiety in your stomach skyrockets
  • And then Ouma is behind you
  • “S/o~” a hug
  • “If you act like that again to Kiibo, I’ll rip that scrap of metal apart.”
  • A cold sweat runs down your forehead as he laughs “What the fuck Ouma.”
  • His laughter stops, voice low and threatening “Tell anyone and I kill you.”
  • With one swift movement he’s got you by the neck against the wall, hand squeezing as you gurgle and gasp for air. He’s surprisingly strong for his height and structure
  • When you start to see stars he releases, holding you up and biting and kissing at your bruised neck
  • “I love you, s/o. I won’t let anyone else take you away from me.”
  • Part of you wants to push him away, yell and scream for help
  • But one look at his shimmering plum eyes as he kisses you, and you know that you won’t do it
  • He’s nothing without you, broken and lost and afraid. And you can’t hide the fact that you do feel something for him. Whether it be love or lust, you still harbor feelings for the boy
  • He asks you to stay in his room that night, you comply
  • You fall asleep trying to push the image of Kiibo’s dismembered body out of your mind
  • The next day Ouma wakes up and you’ve left
  • His immediate thought is that you’ve ran away and told someone, his mind is on getting revenge until he sees the note
  • “I heard a scream –s/o”
  • He’s dressed in an instant, not worried about his hair as he zooms out the door
  • He runs into Gonta on the way, he tells Ouma that there was a murder
  • Fuck
  • He’s running faster than his legs should be able to go, as he runs up the stairs
  • 1,2, 3 floors later and he’s flung open the doors to the rec-room
  • And then he sees your body, lifeless
  • He sinks down to his knees, letting the others pass him and usher him away
  • He doesn’t move for the entire investigation, sitting on a metal chair in the dining room, hearing the whirr of fans as they cut up the sunlight that enters the room
  • This isn’t fair
  • Life isn’t fair
  • He’s always been alone, always, Even now he’s alone. He gets one good thing in his life and it’s gone before he knows it
  • He doesn’t want people’s pity  
  • He wants blood
  • So when the trial comes, he throws people off
  • He lies, bends the truth
  • And everyone votes for the wrong person
  • Monokuma laughs as the look of horror spreads across their faces, the real murder, Saihara, looks like he’s just ran a marathon
  • And all Ouma does is laugh, laugh as he walks over to Saihara
  • He opens his mouth to speak, but he’s cut off with a piece of glass in his throat 
  • “Die bitch.”
  • Saihara’s eyes go wide as his hands claw at his throat, he chokes on his own blood before falling to the ground
  • Ouma’s jacket is stained red, splotches of blood dripping down his face
  • He hears the yelling and screams of everyone before they’re all lifted into the execution
  • A deck of cards await them, each person is forced to take one. Aces mean death by impalement, club means being beaten to death, Heart means dissection and diamond means death from cuts , King or Queen means death by ‘assassination’
  • Ouma laughs and watches as Tenko is beaten with her own nun chucks, Hoshi is stabbed with a metal pole and everyone else withering and yelling in agony
  • He doesn’t care that they’re all dying
  • He won. He killed them all for you
  • So when he picks the joker card, Ouma Kokichi makes his final mistake
  • And lives


  • He surely was not programmed to feel this way. It’s impossible
  • Such a strong feeling that clutches at his chest and makes his system overheat with each touch and stare
  • The robot has not felt this way once since he was booted up for the first time
  • He’s a bit clueless, so it takes him a while to figure out that he’s in love
  • But when he does oh boy
  • He’s determined as fuck to win you over, playing every card he has up his non-existent sleeves to try and make you swoon
  • Unfortunately he only ends up making a bigger fool of himself
  • You pity him to the point where you play along, and boy the look on his face after you do is priceless  
  • He’d told you a cheesy pickup line, and when you retorted with another one he was giddy with excitement
  • He’s rambling faster than his mind can process about how he’s been planning to use that for days now and that he can’t believe it work-
  • You tell him to calm down, and he’s muted himself
  • Each morning he greats you at exactly 8’oclock, sitting beside you in the dining hall for breakfast at 8:30 before he spends his entire morning (And afternoon if you are free) with you
  • He can’t eat of course, but watching you eat gives him a sort of happiness as if he was eating
  • Pretty soon he’s gotten every mole, pore, texture and feature of your face memorized and stored on his long-term memory database
  • He begins recording each conversation with you, playing your voice back late at night while he sleeps
  • He actively talks with you each chance he gets, and follows you around like a lost puppy
  • There was a point where he nearly jumped in the pool with you
  • He only stopped because he realized his body couldn’t handle the amount of water, and that he may (or may not) electrocute you
  • Times where he would be experiencing new things were now taken up by you
  • Not just spending time with you, time thinking about you, researching more ways to win you over and listening back to your voice
  • It came to a point where he wasn’t spending time with anyone else, shrugging them off with an excuse
  • Yet each time you got near him he’d immediately drop what he was doing and go with you
  • Every time he saw you spending time with someone else, he’d join the two of you, not minding if he was intruding on a conversation
  • If they told him to go away, he’d get angry and call it robot-discrimination
  • And if then he still has to leave, oh boy
  • He’s pissed
  • He just wants to spend time with you like a normal human! He just is doing what he needs to beat everyone else! What’s so wrong with that?
  • So when Ouma points out that Kiibo’s been starring at you for the past ten minutes at the dining hall, he loses it
  • He’s screeching at Ouma to leave him alone, threatening to beat the smaller boy if he doesn’t shut up
  • It’s gotten to a point where he’s had to be removed and shut down by Iruma, screaming and trying with all his might to break away
  • Everyone seems to keep any contact with you to a minimal or in private, not wanting to upset Kiibo to the point of no return
  • Kiibo has started to become more possessive as the days went by, literally growling at anyone other than you that approached him, glaring at anyone who so much as said ‘Hi’ to you, He had even stopped letting Iruma do maintenance checks on him
  • The only person he was kind to was you at this point
  • Kiibo had started to say things that…made you uncomfortable
  • “S/o you’re so pretty…” Lust in his eyes as he ran his cold hands along your thighs
  • “s/o you can do anything to me you know?” “I would do anything for you.” “If anyone needs to be taken care of just let me know ok?”
  • He had even suggested for the two of you to ‘take things further’
  • He had walked you back to your dorm, offering to stay outside to guard the door for you
  • It doesn’t matter if he runs out of battery :)
  • Eventually he does leave (Only because you told him to get some rest) walking back to his room
  • He took his seat on the bed, humming a tune as he re-played a recording of you talking for the fourth time
  • It was around midnight before he heard noises from outside
  • “shhh, quiet Ouma.”
  • “Nishishi~ Don’t worry s/o I’m always quiet~”
  • Kiibo’s at the door, pressed up against it and listening intently
  • “Let’s talk in my room.” Your voice
  • He heard the sound of footsteps grow farther and farther away , the rage slowly building up inside of him
  • How.Dare.Ouma.
  • Teasing him constantly and now this!
  • He quietly creped after you two, pressing one side of his head to your door, hearing multiple voices
  • “-think this is a good idea.”
  • “He won’t leave me alone? What else can we do?”
  • “What if he gets pissed and attacks one of us?”
  • Oh
  • Oh
  • He knew what this was about
  • They want to take you away from him. They don’t think a robot should be able to be human and love. They’re all his rivals
  • They need to be taken care of
  • He heads over to Iruma’s workplace, there was no lock to begin with
  • Pretty soon he has everything he needs
  • He waits back in his room, until everyone has dispersed back from your room
  • Then he strikes.
  • ……
  • ….
  • When you wake you’re nervous…today’s the day the plan is supposed to be put into effect
  • You sit in the dining hall, waiting for the others to trickle in
  • ….
  • You wait half an hour, and hour and then half an hour more, by the time 2 hours have passed you’re outright panicking
  • You make your way to Ouma’s room, knocking on it
  • Nothing
  • You try the doorknob, its open
  • When the door swings open you see his body, flung on the bed, blood seeped into the mattress
  • You go to Shirogane’s room, and it’s the same thing
  • Tenko, Kaede, Saihara, Gonta, Hoshi, Iruma, everyone
  • Dead.
  • You can’t believe what you’re seeing, your friends are all gone with the turn of a clock
  • “Or the flip of a switch.”
  • It’s him
  • Kiibo smiles at you, eyes red and voice shaky as he walks forward
  • He’s got a red splotch on his chest plate
  • “There there, it’s fine!”
  • Dead, killed, white sprayed red
  • “I got rid of the rivals… I have won in this battle of love…”
  • This isn’t love, this can’t be. This is fucked up-
  • It’s love sick
  • He doesn’t take no for an answer.

Korekiyo Shinguji:

  • When he sees you for the first time he’s intrigued
  • The way you seem to effortlessly walk, combing tangled strands of hair with your fingers as you sigh
  • He’s charming you with every word as you charm him with each move
  • You ask about his talent and he’s more than happy to go explain about his studies in anthropology
  • He’s met many people from many cultures, and studied thousands more
  • But this one person is different
  • You don’t look at him ‘that’ way when you see his mask, or when he greedily talks about his studies
  • He won’t consider it love at first sight, but he’s definitely thinking about it
  • As he gets to know more about you, he finds himself drawing deeper and deeper into the feeling of love
  • He knows things need to be taken slow naturally, considering the situation you two are in as well…
  • But sometimes he can’t help being a little bit greedy
  • He caught you doing the laundry one day, you called him over and the clothes had not only dried but cooled by the time you and him were finished talking
  • You seemed to interested in hearing his stories, you make him laugh with stories of your own
  • He’s enjoying life more and more
  • His feelings only seem to deepen as time passes, he’s slipped a few times and has called you ‘darling’ or ‘beauty’ but you don’t seem to mind, if anything, you seem to like it
  • And then when the first trial happens he knows that he’s fallen
  • The way you argued, how you shot down statements and proved your points with evidence and led everyone to the blackened
  • After the trial he can see that you’re on the verge of breaking down, holding back tears and sniffling
  • He embraces you in his arms as you sniffle, holding you tight as a new found emotion flows through him
  • Dominance
  • Korekiyo knows that he’s always had a thing for this trait but this time he really feels it
  • The need to keep you his. The need to claim you for his own. The need to make sure no one takes you. The need to see you below him.
  • It starts to build
  • He begins to be more firm with his touches, his gaze more piercing as he sits almost flush to you during meals
  • He’s begun to say creepier things, talking about ropes and chains and controlling and master and slaves….
  • It’s making you concerned
  • But each time you bring it up he simply smiles (You can tell by the way his cheek bones go up) and apologizes for making you uncomfortable before he continues to talk about different topics
  • You do like it when he talks but…some things you don’t like…making you tied between emotions
  • And you slowly feel new emotions for someone else sprouting…
  • One day he takes things too far, you’ve been showering in your room only to walk out and find him sitting on your bed
  • He knows you like Angie
  • That religion loving little cunt
  • You tell him to get out, and his expression darkens
  • “But what if I don’t want to, s/o?”he takes a step forward
  • And another
  • Pretty soon your back is against the wall, dressed in nothing but a towel with a masked sadist approaching you
  • One slap across the face, and you know that he’s angry
  • In one swift motion he’s got you on the floor, ripping the damp towel off as he lands his own slap to your face
  • You scream, clinging desperately to the towel as he growls and pulls your now naked body onto the bed
  • Now it’s a punch
  • And  a stomp
  • He’s outright abusing you by the time you beg him to stop
  • He pulls at your hair, and hisses into your ear “You are mine. Got it? You don’t have a say in this, all you need to do is listen and let me take care of it…”
  • The room is ringing, your nose is burning as your eyes swell and the sharp burning of pain spreads throught your arms and legs
  • It only takes one more punch before you fall unconscious

  • When you wake up you’re chained by the wrist and ankle in a metal cage, the floor lightly padded
  • “Good morning darling~”
  • He unlocks the cage, you shake as he offers a hand, he glowers until you fearfully take his hand
  • He smiles as he sets you down in a chair, feeding you with a spoon and humming a children’s song
  • “Oh, don’t worry about seeing anyone from now on my love; I’ll make sure that no one can hurt you again.”
  • You shiver, he removes his mask and forcefully kisses you
  • Gonta Gokuhara:
  • He seemed so pure, so kind and caring when you met him
  • You had taken a liking to his bugs, and he was overjoyed to teach you about the different kinds of moth and arachnid
  • He felt this warm gooey feeling in his stomach whenever you talked to him, and he always felt slightly jealous whenever anyone else talked to you
  • As the days went by in the prison academy, Gonta grew slightly more hostile and agitated to the people talking to you, the difference wasn’t much but it was still noticeable
  • Especially for the SHSL detective
  • Saihara had came and quietly told you about what he’s been noticing, he advised you to stay away from Gonta
  • But Gonta was such a nice person! He would never
  • Saihara simply sighed, warning you again
  • You rolled your eyes, but still planted a small peck on his cheek, thanking him
  • He walked away with a red face and
  • …unknown to him, a certain someone was watching the conversation, and he wasn’t pleased in the slightest
  • Saihara Shuichi locked the door to his room, sighing as he removed his cap and laid down after another stressful day trapped in the school
  • “Saihara-kun, locking your door before you leave the room is what someone smart like you should have done.”
  • Saihara yelped, calling out to whoever was there
  • Gonta poked his head out of the bathroom, a light smile on his face “Gonta wouldn’t want anyone sneaking in here now would I?”
  • Saihara rose from his position, having read enough mystery novels to figure out where this was headed
  • And if the detective was right, he was in a lot of shit
  • “Gonta has heard the you’ve tried to tarnish Gonta’s good name….” he was getting closer with each step, Saihara took a step back
  • “Well Gonta can’t have his little bug s/o getting the wrong idea now…” he was within arm’s reach
  • Saihara was about to run for it, before he could he felt a heavy force slamming him across the room
  • He brought his arms up to protect his head, a second later hearing the crunch of plaster and paint as splinters of wood exploded beside his head
  • Gonta had punched the wall beside his head, eyes boring into Saihara’s smaller body
  • “Don’t’ ever do something like that again. Don’t’ you dare kiss her, or you’ll answer to me. ” Was all he said before he left the detective shaking “Tell anyone and you’re done for.”
  • The next day you couldn’t figure out why Saihara seemed so nervous around you, or why anyone for that matter seemed a bit too cautious with their words and actions around you
  • Oh well, at least Gonta was there for you

Kaito Momota:

  • His loud attitude stopped the second he saw you
  • His usually loud and confidant self grew quiet and flustered as he introduced himself  
  • When you left him to introduce yourself to other people he slapped himself for being such a wuss
  • When monokuma announced the situation everyone was in he felt a determination to protect you at all costs
  • He grew closer to you, despite him being slightly awkward, you still enjoyed having him around
  • Eventually he grew more comfortable around you, loving every day he spent with you
  • He gave his best at making jokes and goofing off to keep your minds off of things, each time you laughed it made it all worth it
  • One time his slippers had gotten water in them, making his toes squeak and squish with each step
  • He’s never seen you laugh harder
  • He grew so in love with hearing you laugh that he started doing insane things
  • Falling off a bookshelf, spilling hot tea on maki, all just to get a smile out of you
  • It made him hated by others, but he didn’t care!
  • He made you worry about his health, but he took it as a compliment!
  • As the days go by you start to notice that Kaito was being overpowering…
  • He’d sit between you and Amami during meals,  shoved Angie out of the way to get to you, clapped Saihara a bit too hard on the back whenever he talked to you
  • And that was just the beginning
  • You brought it up to him, he just laughed
  • “I have to make sure no one steals my star.”
  • His star? You’re not his star. You aren’t his.
  • He doesn’t seem to understand
  • I mean…
  • Why wouldn’t you be his huh?
  • Does he have to prove it to you?
  • He places his hands on your hips and you slap him
  • He rubs his face, having a dear-in-headlights look
  • “That was a bad idea.”
  • Fuck b y e
  • You were out of there faster than you can say ‘cheese’
  • The next few days were you hiding and trying to get away from Kaito
  • He’d be banging on your door, telling you in a sing-song manner that he knows you’re in there (Meant to be yours starts playing)
  • There’s nothing to be afraid of…he just wants to make sure that his star is safe!
  • He gets looks from the others, he ignores them
  • …but maybe he should’ve because next thing he knows Tenko and Gonta are both holding him down as Kaede is yelling about how scared he’s made you and how frightened you are
  • “It’s not menacing when I can see your panties at this angle.”
  • She’s about to retaliate but she’s cut off by a few screams, whipping her head around
  • Turing his head as best he could, he saw what she was looking at
  • You, more specifically, hanging from the ceiling  (wow much heather’s parallels) 
  • And he goes berserk
  • Yelling screaming, Kicking and punching
  • The shock from the new body had loosened the grip on him, he managed to wiggle out of Tenko and Gonta’s grasp
  • And now he’s punching and kicking everyone he can see, slamming Kaede into the wall
  • It takes multiple people to tie him down
  • He won’t stop screaming during the investigation, yelling curse words and how everyone should die
  • He has to be handcuffed during the class trial, glaring and refusing to help anyone
  • After the killer is found, he has to be tied up again, He’ll either hurt himself or someone else

Hoshi Ryoma:

  • Fuck oh god not this feeling
  • Love, fuck fuck fuckty hell
  • He hates it
  • Then again, he’s never really felt it before….
  • But that doesn’t change the fact that when you nervously approach him and great yourself he feels his heart strings playing a song
  • He grumbles an introduction, informing you of his not so wonderful past and suggests that you stay well away from him
  • Done done and dinner, that should have been the end
  • So when you appear at his door the next morning, asking him to teach you tennis he’s more that frustrated
  • Why can’t have nice things?
  • Because you push nice things away to protect them, he tells himself
  • … fair enough
  • He still complies, as to not disappoint you
  • The match went well, he taught you a few pointers and you seem to be better at playing it, regardless of how
  • And then you ask to do this again the next morning
  • He gulps, wanting to say no
  • “Yeah, sounds cool.”
  • Fucking Hell-
  • He tries to distance himself at first, not wanting you (or himself) to be closer…….
  • But as the practices go on he can’t help but love it, and love you
  • You didn’t think of him as horrible, you worried over him when he got hurt ( he slipped and scraped his knee), and you were just nice person for him to be around
  • He’s new to this whole ‘love’ thing, but he’s more than used to the feeling of jealousy
  • And as you talk with Korekiyo he feels it brewing inside him
  • You were so nice to him. Why don’t you pay attention to him
  • He’d start to make practices longer, he’d try and include himself in your other hobbies more
  • Art? He’d paint a picture (can’t guarantee if gonna be a Picasso) language? He’d read a book
  • Pretty soon he had the things you liked to do and your everyday routine off by heart
  • He would go to wherever you would go and set himself up before you came, so that it wouldn’t look suspicious
  • He feels the days fly by, observing you and your hobbies
  • But it wasn’t enough
  • He craved more
  • First it was a sweaty towel, next it was a scrap of paper, a lock of hair, a used fork, he even felt brave enough to go for your toothbrush
  • This…was normal…right? Lovers….give eachother gifts…but you aren’t his lover so…he has to just have little comforts of what could be a future
  • His feeling of wanting to be a part of your world only intensifies
  • Collecting things and objects hastily and getting more psychical with his practices
  • One day Angie was goofing off, the end result was you entangled in it
  • In that moment, he realizes what he wants
  • A bird
  • Birds are kept in cages, sure they can fly around your house but they are within arms distance, safe, you can pet them and feed them and they feel closer at home
  • He wants a bird
  • He thinks it over for a good week, before getting to work and calling you over to his room
  • He told you that there was a strange sound coming from the vent above his bed, he wanted to check it out but….his height and all…
  • He feels so bad when he lies to you but…in the end it’s for your own good
  • He watches as you stand on the stool, arms reaching out to fiddle with the grate of the vent
  • As you fiddle around with the vent, he’s gotten ready
  • You hear a click, and look down
  • What-
  • Why are your legs cuffed-
  • He pushes you to the side, arms flailing as you yelp and flop onto the bed
  • “Hoshi what are you-”
  • “I-I’m sorry.”
  • Another click and your hands are cuffed
  • Oh fuck
  • Ohfuckohfuckohfuck
  • You yell, thinking he’s going to kill you or something
  • The walls are soundproof, so he doesn’t need to worry about anyone hearing…
  • He drags your body onto the corner of a room, sitting you down on a plush pillow and re-tying your restraints so that you have arm and leg movement, but not too much
  • “I-I’ve gotten anything and everything you’ll need for the rest of your life. Pillows, food, water, entertainment of all kinds…”
  • True to his words, everything you could possible think of doing, puzzles, games, books, drawing, their all there
  • He feels his chest tighten as you gaze up at him with starry eyes “I-I’m sorry, I just can’t afford to lose you….I can’t afford for you to love someone other than me, I don’t want to think about what might happen if someone gets too close to you. I’d kill myself, I’d kill them, I-I don’t know…”
  • He cries as he hugs you
  • He can make you happy, he know he can…
  • You’ll be his, forever, he’ll be yours forever
  • This is love, right?
Happiness is a Warm Gun

Joker x Reader

Prompt: Hey, I just wanted to say I ABSOLUTLY ADORE your writing and I was wondering if you could do a piece were Puddin captures the reader and gets her to strip for him? Very kinky, very dirty smutty smutty smutty smut.

{A/N} I had fun with this, honestly, thank you haha. More of your requests are coming! Thank you for being patient, I’m doing them in the order I receive them!
xo Harley

Masterlist | Requests

Warnings: Some violence/abuse, cursing, very kinky, very dirty smutty smutty smutty smut. Also gun play, sorta, so theres that.

The rain seemed to spill from buckets onto the windows of your small apartment. A {F/B} LP spins on your record player as it clashes with the sounds outside. A warm cup of tea keeps your left hand occupied as your right one holds the novel Lolita. As gloomy as the day was, you enjoyed this every time the rain fell, and took solace in the company of your favorite band, a book, a cup of tea and your cat.

Your life was never very eventful, and you have no set direction or calling, but you always valued the little things in life. After all, it’s the little things that add up to the grand scheme of things, and you take solace in it. Reading and tea is good enough for you, and you knew that much about yourself. 

You’re not the girl who goes out and parties, or subdues herself with violent or dangerous vices. After seeing how old friends turned out from just that, you were okay with your vanilla habits. 

 You take a sip from your {F/T} tea and run your hand along your cats tail as {he/she} hops off of the plush bench in the alcove and runs into the other room. Strange.. you think, putting your tea down and setting the open book on the cushion before you get up and walk to your room to grab a cat toy to entertain {her/him}. As you push the door open further, your eyes land on a man standing in front of your large, full length mirror, checking himself out, startling you to say the least as your eyes pop open and your hand grips onto the door. 

“This jacket, it’s new. But I think it really looks good on a guy.. What do you think?” He says, keeping his eyes on his own reflection. 

You’re unsure if he can see you in the mirror, but your eyes stay glued to his shoes, almost burning holes into them as your mind hastily runs through files of information that you may have come across in your years that could possibly help you in a situation like this. Your first thought is to quickly run back into the kitchen and grab a knife, but what if he’s got a gun? 

Trying to quietly swallow hard, your eyes move upwards. He’s slender, built and so, very cocky. His stance is that of a man who knows exactly what he’s worth and who he is, and something about it is almost attractive as you carry on, now more curious, to his face in the mirror. He was pale, and the dark purple trench coat only brought out the green in his hair. His face has tattoos and his icy gaze could mesmerize you without question. Quickly and completely by accident, your eyes now catch each other’s in the mirror, and the smile that slides across his face is nothing short of devilish.

A mixture of emotions course through your tense body as he turns slowly, a mock frown turning on his lips. 

“Don’t be scared, sweetie pie, daddy just wants to play with you a little..”

“Daddy?” You ask. 

It wasn’t really in your repertoire to call someone daddy. You haven’t been quite a sexual person with anyone else, and it wasn’t that you haven’t had experience, you just weren’t sure you ever found someone who really made your heart jump from your chest enough. 

“Oh,” a long laugh emits from his ruby red stained lips, and you can make out every “ha ha” as he does so. “I’m gonna teach you a few things, baby doll.”

Your shoulders slide back, and you turn your cheek slightly. Now would be the time to grab a knife, you think. But something in you pulls at the thought of him. Pulls at the thought of calling him daddy. You’re unsure of the feeling between your thighs as he slowly turns around to face you now, revealing his bare torso riddled with tattoos. 

“Joker..” you read out loud, still rather quietly as your eyes fixate on the lettering above his naval. 

“That’s my name, doll, don’t wear it out,” he says, his voice gravely as takes a step in your direction. “And you, {Y/N}, are one sizzlin’ lady." 

His eyes fall on your exposed shoulder from the oversized sweater you had on before he walks towards your closet, shaking his head. 

I want you to show it off for me…“ 

 Still in shock, you’re watching as he starts thumbing through hangers in your closet, completely making himself at home. How does he know my name? I’ve never seen him before in my life but… Your mind recalls the television broadcasts and news articles about him. They all seem to run through your head like an old film reel and your heart begins to quicken all over again. 

"You’re gonna kill me.” You say, your voice hollow. 

The words seemed to slow down the world, and you could only think of your cat who’d miss you terribly. 

“Oh I’m not gonna kill ya… I’m gonna hurt ya, and you might like it.” He says, yanking a little {F/C} dress from a hanger, breaking it in the process. “Put this on.” He says, throwing it at you. 

You instinctively catch the dress in your hands, flustered and confused. 


You move to the bathroom, removing your clothes and slipping into the dress. Even you couldn’t help but like what you saw when you looked in the mirror, but you’d only bought that dress on impulse, and you remembered that as you pulled off the tag. 

You emerge from the bathroom, and he coincidently chucks the pair of black heels you bought to pair with the dress. 

"Be a good little girl, put on your shoes, and lets go." 

You begin to panic now, afraid of going anywhere. 

"I’m not going anywhere with you!” You say, throwing your shoes back at him. “Go away!" 

 The trembling starts in your fingers and makes its way to the rest of your body as his cold stare meets your terrified one. In what feels like only seconds, he pulls a sash from his pocket, grabs your wrists and ties them together. Trying to fight him was the only thing you could think to do, but as soon as he let go, the bones in your wrists were pressing together, and the sash was digging into your flesh, feeling like it could cut off your circulation. 

“Fucker!” You manage to say as he pushes you onto the floor, taking your shoes and angrily putting them on for you.

“If you don’t wanna take the easy route, kitten, I have no problems with it,” he spits as he finished putting your shoes on, yanking you back up by your arm and dragging you through your apartment and out of the door. You whimper, wondering if you should take the chance in the empty street and call for help. You were on the bottom floor, and your door lead right outside, surely someone would hear you.

“Help! Somebody! Please, help m-”

Before you know it, you’re slammed against the wall, and theres a stinging on your cheek. Blinking a few times, your slowly turn your head back to face him. The hues of blue in his eyes up close look almost clear as you try to compose yourself. His expression is stern, and you feel compelled to listen to him now, and the feeling between your thighs is back, stronger now.

“What did I say about being a good little girl for daddy? I don’t want to ruin that pretty little face before I get to devour that, hot little body..”

His hand slides to the inside of your thigh, running his fingers up and down slowly, and you can almost see his expression change in just the least as he teases himself with the warmth of your skin in such a place. Your chest rises as falls, and as horrified as you were at the thought of something so gruesome, some, strange man kidnapping you and attempting at having you the way he wants, you couldn’t help but be aroused.

A jagged laugh leaves his lips as his eyes fall on your chest, noticing your erect, pierced nipples under the thin fabric of your dress. 

“Oh, you are a little freak, too. That’s okay… Just, like, me.”

Your piercings were a small show of rebellion for yourself. Just because you don’t do drugs or party every night, doesn’t mean you can’t do things that seem taboo to other people in other ways. 

He peels you off of the wall and pulls you to his purple Lamborghini, which stood out at your building to begin with. You wondered for a moment how you didn’t hear it earlier, once he threw you inside and turned on the car himself. The music was loud, thudding through the entire area, and he steps on the gas and speeds off, while you inwardly panic, planning an escape as soon as you get to where every you’re going.

“Hey honey, I gotta ask a big favor,” his voice roars, cocky and thick with a smile above the engines own roar and the musics loudness. “Maybe I’m wrong, but does this smell like chloroform to you?” 

He holds a rag to your nose and mouth, and you begin to scream, trying to wriggle away from it. The last thing you hear is his laughter as everything goes black and quiet around you. Oh his laughter.. When he pulled his little joke on you, it sounded like he was the happiest man on earth. 

Everything is hazy, blurry and fading either in or out- you can’t tell- as your eyes blink. The light around you is dim, and you try to move away, panic setting in slowly again as you come to. As you struggle to open your eyes more, praying it was all a bad dream, you see a blurry figure, sitting on a couch in front of you. The figure has green hair, no shirt, and pale skin. You want to cry, scream for help, but you’re too weak. 

Little by little, adrenaline kicks in, causing you to wake up more.

“Look at that mascara, running down those cheeks for me. God, you’re so pretty..” 

“I’m not doing anything for you!” You cry out, noticing you’re in the VIP area of a club as you scream over the music. You knew you were done for now, everyone was drunk, no one cared or paid any attention. No one would help.

“Now, now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he says, bringing his tattooed hand over his mouth as he watches you struggle to sit up. 

You notice the grin tattooed on his hand and you can’t help but be curious about it for only a second as you stare back at him once you’ve finally managed to sit up.

“What to do with you, my doll.. What to do..”

You stay quiet. It couldn’t be that bad, right? Surely not in a public place would he do something drastic to you. 

“Hey boss, we have a-”

“Shut up and get out,” Joker replies to his goon, pulling a gun and aiming it at him. You squeak and jump at the sight of the gun, tears welling up in your eyes again as the man holds his hands up and leaves. 

Fuck. He owns the place.

“Get up,” he tell you, pointing the gun at you now. 

This is it. I’m fish food when he’s done. 

You stand up, trembling just slightly again as you try to gain balance after being drugged and scared in your high heels. He stands up now, and steps closer to you. Your eyes stay on whats going on on the other side of the beaded curtain that separates you from the rest of the club. Trying to find an escape, if only in your mind, you concentrate on the people, the music, everything but what’s happening to you.

Suddenly, you feel your hands fall apart and your wrists gaining more feeling. Your initial thought is to run, but knowing (or thinking) that you can get away, you stay put. His hand reaches out for your face, trailing it to your {H/C} hair, and sliding his fingers through it. His fingertips graze the back of your neck, and your skin crawls. There’s that feeling again.

His hand continues to slide down your back, cupping your ass just slightly as he slides it back up, quickly bringing the gun to your back with his other hand as he whispers in your ear, his voice sultry and dark.

Strip for me..”

The gun on your back leaves as he slides it around to your side and walks back to the couch. Sitting down, Joker leans back into the plush leather, gun in one hand as he gestures towards you to start.

“Do not, keep daddy waiting.”

The gun in his hand was terrifying and yet sexy, and you exhale as you bring your hands back to your own body, sliding your fingers along your hips. You’ve never stripped for anyone before, and this was not your ideal first time.. But catching sight of the arousal in his pants already may have changed your mind as you slide your fingers up to the straps of your dress. Your body begins to sway softly to the music thudding in the club as your slide the straps off of your shoulders one by one, letting your fingers caress every curve and divot of your figure again.

Wanting to tease him, your hands go for the bottom of your short dress as you turn around, sliding it up slowly to expose your {B/T} thighs more. You roll your head back, your {H/L} hair falling over your shoulders as you spread your legs just a bit more, exposing one cheek and cupping your own ass before bending over to show it all to him. You catch him shifting in his seat, leaning forward on his knees now as you roll your body back up slowly, turning around to face him again and lifting your dress slowly as you walk closer towards him, standing between his legs now.

You were already wet at the mere fact that you were doing this for him, especially in a sea of people, and his eyes were still only on you. His hands reach out and grip into your thighs as you slide your dress up further, exposing your glistening essence to him. He leans in and kisses your thigh, tingling every bit of skin his lips grace. You push him back slightly, sudden confidence coursing through you, and he lifts a brow, his expression almost screaming ‘oh really now?’ 

A smile slides across his features as your hands slide back up, your fingers sliding between your breasts. Your hands glide over the fabric again before they cut your breasts. You let your fingers run over your nipples as you bite your lip, pulling on one of them. A soft groan escapes you as you find yourself doing this more for you at the moment, and he’s salivating just watching. His hands move along your legs as you pull at the top of your dress now, just barely exposing your nipples him. The look in his eyes is almost pained as you stop. A smirk slides across your features as you make eye contact with him now. 

“That’s my good girl.. I knew you had it in ya..”

Your hair is a mess, your skin is almost damp from the heat of the room and of the moment, and you giggle just slightly through lowered eyelids as you slide the rest of your dress down slowly. Bringing it over your hips, you let it fall around your heels. 

“Do I get to have you in me, daddy?” You ask, a big grin on your face now as you look at him. It almost feels like something in you snapped, and you just want to act on instinct. 

“Oh baby doll..” he groans, unbuttoning his pants and leaning in to kiss your thighs. You could tell he was proud of you and something in that gave you butterflies. His kisses led from your thigh up to your hip, his mouth trailing only inches away from your folds. He breathes against you before delving in, his tongue sliding along your slit. You moan, a hand playing with his green hair as the other pulls on your nipple. His tongue darts over your clit over and over and you almost laugh at the pleasure coursing through you.

He pulls back, grabbing your shoulders and turning your around, bending you over the table in front of the couch. He takes a long, clean cloth napkin and wrings it up, slapping your ass with it before pulling it back over your mouth and gagging you as your hands grip onto the table. His hand drags over the napkin and trails back to your hair, gripping into it and yanking it back. He grabs his gun with the other hand and glides the the end of the barrel over your back, the cold metal giving you chills. 

You can feel it sliding over your ass, stopping as he holds it at your sweet spot. 

“Happiness is a warm gun, ain’t it?” He growls, sliding it up and down your core again as you moan under the gag. You hang your head before he pulls it back by your hair. Instinctively, you move your hips to press further into his gun, letting it glide against your wetness now as he slips it between your folds further.

“Ask daddy nicely, and maybe I’ll give you want you want..” He coos, still gliding the gun agonizingly slow along your core.

Please daddy..you beg through the makeshift gag. In a rush, you feel his torso on your back and see the gun next to your face. He couldn’t wait any longer, torturing himself at the sight of you like this for him. What he had only seen around town as a sweet, innocent girl, being so dirty, so naughty just for him. His game was corruption, and everyone knew it. He uses a few fingers to pull the gag down from your mouth as he pushes himself into your core, sending a wave of pleasure from your essence to your head and your toes. A loud moan leaves you as he grunts, sliding in and out of your wetness.

“Lemme hear you moan for daddy, huh kitten?”

Almost on cue, you moan for him, unable to take the heat between your thighs now as you buck your hips to meet his thrusts. He presses his wet gun against your lips, leaning down further to watch as you take the now warm gun into your mouth, sucking on it as he continues to throw you both into ecstasy. 

A loud, satisfied hoot leaves him as he continues to push into you, growing sloppier by the second. You can hear him laugh as he bites into your shoulder, trailing down your back with bruises until he stands up straight.


“More, daddy..” you beg with a grin as his hand makes contact with your ass again and again. His hands reach for your hips and he pulls you back into him roughly as he reaches his climax, the feeling only guiding you into yours. 

One more slap stings your ass as he pulls out of you, a sort of “job well done” one this time as you pant, leaning down further on the table and loosening your grip on the edge. He squeezes your ass before turning around, buttoning his pants again and sliding a hand back through his emerald hair. The dress lands next to you as he tosses it back, looking around the room back on his guard as he wards off any stares that they may have attracted with his own icy glare as you stand back up, sliding into your {F/C} dress again. You smooth it out, and attempt to smooth out your hair while you turn back to him, half sitting on the table as you kick a leg up, leaning back on your arms and biting your lip.

“You’re gonna do just nicely at my side..” he says as he turns around, admiring a bruise already surfacing on your clavicle. 

Imagine #18 Charles Xavier - Part 3 (Request)

Requested by Anon: hi! so can i request a charles x reader one shot that ive been thinking of? ok so first of all y/n and charles were super close as teens but y/n died at around 19(got mixed up in smth), charles was devastated and hes still not 100% over it as an adult so when the xmen find a mutant who can control time he ends up asking them to go back and try to save y/n? and they try and they have to convince her to stay safe bcs ‘theres some1 who needs her’ or some cute shit like that?..but if u do this thx!

Not my gif

Words: 1893

Warnings: fem!reader, time travel (?), typos

A/N: Sooo, this is part 3 of 3, I hope you like it!

Part 1 - Part 2

Jean had insisted on paying for the tiny motel room for the night instead of, as Peter had suggested, breaking into someone’s house and hoping not to get caught. “Buzzkill.”, Peter had growled. “Criminal!”, Jean had replied. The bed had been old and way too small for two people, but Peter had refused to sleep on the admittedly slightly disgusting looking couch, so they had shared anyway. It was only the one night after all.

“My back!”, Peter groaned for the about hundredth time in the past few minutes and Jean knew that, by now, it was only to annoy her. “Stop complaining and lead the way.”

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Collect Call Part 3

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Originally posted by feellng

Part One   Part Two

“Hey pumpkin.” He said as a small smile spread across his lips.
He couldn’t stop his eyes from studying you.
Your hair fell in simple curls around your shoulders. Your lips gleamed from where you had licked them and your cheeks were blushed. Your eyes watched him through your long lashes and his eyes followed your body.
He looked at the curve of your breasts beneath your shirt and felt himself harden slightly.
“You look good.” He husked and you blushed.
“How are things with you?” You asked nervously.
Happy raised is eyebrows and smirked at you.
“Im in prison, (y/n).” He said and you smirked too.
“Im sorry about your husband, and your baby.” He said quietly and your face fell.
You nodded and looked at your hands, fighting the urge to cry.
“Hows your mom?” You asked him.
“Shes doing okay. Up and down.” You both nodded and fell silent again as you watched each other.
“Fuck.” You said and laughed.
The sound of your laugh lit the darkest corners of Happys soul and he watched you intensely, hypnotised by the curves of your lips.
“Are we just gonna make small talk?” You asked with a smirk on your face, your eyes glowing.
Happy smirked at you and shook his head.
You had planned to play it cool. Planned to make sure he knew how hurt you were. But the moment you saw him all of that was out the window.
You felt like a teenager again, sitting on the river bank and in love with your best friend.
“Ive missed you, pumpkin.” Happy said, his voice barely a whisper.
You nodded and smiled.
“So why now?” You asked and leant your elbows on the table.
Happy shrugged and gazed into your eyes.
“Ive done a lot of bad things, (y/n). Im a criminal. Ive stolen, vandalised, I run guns for a living and Ive killed people. A lot of people. Ive done a lot of bad things but the worst thing I ever did was let you go.”

His dark eyes studied your features and you stared back at him, unsure of what to say.
“Happy, I-“
“Let me say something.” He interrupted you.
“Im sorry, pumpkin. Im sorry I left you. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have put the club before our.. friendship. Dammit, (y/n), I was so in love with you!” He said.
Your eye brows shot up and your mouth opened slightly.
“You loved me?” You asked quietly.
Happy rolled his eyes.
“Of course I was. Everyone knew it. Your parents knew it. My ma knew it. Everyone but you.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” You whispered.
“All you used to talk about was how you wanted to get out of that town. See the world. I couldn’t follow you, and I couldn’t hold you back.”
You laughed loudly and he looked at you with furrowed brows.
“Jesus, we were so stupid, Hap.” You laughed again.
He turned his head to the side, confusion on his face.
“I was in love with you, Happy. Ya know why I wanted to leave so badly? To travel? Cause I was trying to run away from my feelings. I thought that you would never love me the way i loved you. Thats why I wanted to leave.”
Happy closed his eyes as he smirked and shook his head.
“I guess mom was right when she said smoking weed with you would make me dumb.” You said and he chuckled lightly.
You both stared at each other, your eyes glowing and smiles on your faces.
“So where does that leave us now?” Happy asked.
“I dunno, Hap. All I know is I still feel the same.” Happy smiled at you and you continued.
“I loved my husband. I really did, I still do. He was a good guy and he deserved so much better.”
Happy opened his mouth to argue with you but you held a finger up, silencing him.
“He deserved more. I loved him with a heart that belongs to someone else. Its always been you, Happy.”
You watched as his smile spread and his dark eyes lit up, like a fire was burning inside him.
“Youve always been my pumpkin pie.” Happy smirked and you laughed, both of you grinning at each other like the high teenagers you used to be.

Two weeks had passed since you’d first gone to see Happy, and you slowly felt joy and hope creeping back into your life.
He called you every few nights and you would talk for as long as you could, catching up on lost time and reminiscing. He told you about his club and his mom and you soaked in the sound of his voice, hanging on to every word he spoke. But he hadn’t called for the last four nights and you were nervous, scared that maybe he had changed his mind.
Your foot tapped against the carpet and you clutched the phone tightly in your hands.
Any minute now he would call, and you couldn’t keep still. It felt nice, to have something to look forward to again and you realised how miserable you had been.
The tv was humming on the background but you couldn’t focus on it, your eyes were glued to the phone, waiting to hear the shrill sound as it rang and the raspy voice on the other end.
You heard a knock on the door and you jumped. You weren’t expecting anyone, you never had visitors.
You looked at the phone in your hands again and decided to ignore whoever it was outside. The phone might ring while you spoke to them and you didn’t want to waste any of your precious time.
You sat on the couch and chewed your lip, your knees bouncing as you waited for the phone to ring.
Another knock.
You glanced between the phone and the door and sighed, leaping out of your seat and practically running for the door.
“Yeah?” You yelled as you opened it.
Your heart stopped as you looked into the familiar dark eyes.
Happy stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the house.

He wore a white t-shirt and his clubs kutte and your jaw dropped as you took in every inch of him.
“Thats no way to greet your guests, (y/n).” He smirked at you.
The sound of his voice bought you back to reality and you flung your body towards him.
“Happy!” You yelled as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
His strong arms wrapped around your waist and he lifted you off your feet.
You buried your face in his neck, breathing in the scent of him. He still smelt the same as he did when you were growing up, weed and beer mixed with his natural smell.
You pulled your head back and he placed you on the ground, but his arms stayed wrapped around your waist.
“You stage a prison break, Lowman?” You asked with your eye brows raised and a mischievous smirk on your lips.
Happy grinned down at you.
“Somethin like that.” He said and you watched as he licked his lips.
Butterflies fluttered in your belly and you felt every inch of your skin tingle.
“You know, theres something I shoulda done along time ago.” He said, his voice playful and you hung on every word, his voice like honey and you bit your lip as he leant in closer to you.
“Whats that?” You whispered, suddenly feeling weak as you felt his hot breath on your lips.
“This.” Happy whispered and he moved his lips forward and pressed them against yours.
You could have sworn the rest of the world fell away the moment your lips touched, and it was just you and Happy left, kissing on your front porch.
Every inch of your skin burnt with a hunger for more, and your fingers clutched desperately at his shoulders.
His lips moved in perfect harmony with yours, like the most beautiful song in the world was being written in that moment.
Happy arms held you tightly to his body, the sweet taste of your lips filling his mouth. He had dreamt about this moment for years, and none of his imaginations did it any justice.
Suddenly everything in your lives clicked into place, like pieces of a puzzle that had been lost, but were now found, and now the puzzle was complete.
You knew Happy was your soulmate, you had no doubt about it, and your body was bursting with love for him.
He kissed you deeply, hungrily, desperate to make up for lost time.
You had finally got your best friend back, and Happy had got his pumpkin pie.

glowstickia  asked:

70 with bullymagnet and possibly something that accidentally catches on fire

Nobody caught on fire and for that, I sincerely apollo-gize.

“You’re warm”

“You’re warm,” Max paused, rethinking his word choices, “Well, warmer than normal, anyway.”

There was a quiet, delirious laugh, “So you’re saying I’m hot?” Johnny asked, a stupid grin on his face.

Max rolled his eyes and pulled his hand off of Johnny’s sweaty forehead, trying to ignore the way it tried to stick. “Don’t go putting those kinds of lies in my mouth,” he said, moving back to sit on the ground next to the red head. Johnny wasn’t lying too far from him, though there wasn’t a lot of space in this place to begin with. Dirt and mud stuck to both of them like a second, itchy skin. Their clothes dripped excess water.

Johnny was bleeding.

The air outside the cave they’d hidden in hissed with rain.

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Let Me Tell You About You

I was dancing. My feet were pounding against the floor in time with the beat of the loud music that blared from the clubs speakers. My clothes were sticking to me like a jolly rancher to its wrapper after sitting in someone’s warm pocket for too long. My head was buzzing slightly from the alcohol and my heart was tapping against my chest from adrenalin.
I was having the best time of my life from dancing in a club with about a hundred people that I didn’t know whose bodies were just as buzzed and sweaty as my own. My friends were sitting down at a booth, downing shots and kissing men whose names they hadn’t bothered to find out. I on the other hand wasn’t interested in that, I came to places like this to lose my mind to the music and allow my body to move in any way it felt like it should. That was my release. As my body jumped and swayed to the music a smiled spread across my face due to the high that I was feeling. So high off of nothing but the music.
1 hour later:
I had taken a break to get a drink but I couldn’t stay away from the dance floor for too long. When I heard another song start up I made my way to the floor and slid in where I could. I began dancing again, in my own world, until I heard someone whistle lowly. My body didn’t will itself to stop moving, but I did look up to see who was whistling at whom. My eyes focused in on a guy. His shirt was off and tattoos decorated his defined body. I licked my lips still moving and watched as he carefully took off his dark sun glasses. Although the club was dark, I could identify that he was more than a looker. This boy was gorgeous and every hormone in my body sprung to action as I registered this. His eyes caught mine and my throat caught my breath. Any other time I would have felt inferior with a guy so spectacularly attractive even glancing at me but I don’t think that I was really myself in that moment. I watched as this boy walked through the crowd to where I stood moving less now, but still moving. He didn’t stop walking until he was inches away from my face and my heart was beating so rapidly that I feared I’d go into cardiac arrest. He snaked his arm around my waist and placed his hand on the small of my back. My hormones were jumping again and I wanted to scream or cry or run, however, I couldn’t do anything but stare into his eyes. A pool of soft brown and caramel that made my knees weak. “Keep dancing” he said into my ear as he pulled my body against his. Oh God, he smelt amazing, like lavender and axe. I listened to him and moved my body against him, allowing his other arm to trap me against his body. I had no idea who this guy was but he somehow managed to cast a spell on me in the time that he whistled and made eye contact with me until now. Normally I wasn’t this type of girl, I had fun on my own and my conscience tried profusely to remind me of that, but I ignored it. I let the music tell me what to do and avoided thinking about consequences. “Damn baby,” the guy muttered as his hands ran over ever dip and curve that my body possessed. I did my very best to suppress the shudder that crept on me. I pulled away from him some, so that I could get another good look at him, but he wasn’t having that. He took that moment as an opportunity to turn me around and get my back to his chest. “You’re not like these other girls,” he muttered as he guided my hips to the music. I opened my mouth to say nothing, staring at the people intertwining their bodies with others. “Don’t ask me how I know because I just do. I go from club to club and see all types of girls. They throw themselves at me; basically crawl on their hands and knees over to me for what? A quick fuck or feel up,” he chuckled lowly. “It amazes me, but I don’t have many objections. I benefit either way. Yet here I am dancing with you. You’re the type of girl who steers clear of guys like me, but not for the reason that most people think,” he went on. My throat felt dry and I had to remind myself to keep moving. The boy continued to amaze me. From his looks to the strange way he told me about my own self. “You steer clear of guys like me, not because you think we’re bad news but because you’re not confident. You lack self assurance therefor you think that a guy like me wouldn’t take a second glance at you, but you’re wrong. You’re so wrong that it pains me sweetheart. I like girls like you; girls who bury themselves in books or writing maybe,” he smirked against my neck and then placed a small kiss on my jaw line. I closed my eyes briefly to steady my irregular breathing. “Yeah, you keep to yourself most times, but theres a side of you that only your friends really know about. Like how you were dancing not too long ago. The way you move your body is dangerous girl, if only you knew. If only you knew that not all girls like you can shy away from guys like me which might explain how you and I ended up here right now. Crazy how things work huh? Well I just want you to know that I’d take more than one glance at you, I’d devour every inch of your being with my eyes. I’d take you home right now and fuck you senseless. I swear I’d make you forget your own damn name,” he whispered. I gripped his muscular arms, hopping that I’d gain some sort of support before I collapsed into a pile of pitiful on the floor. “But you’re not that type of girl. You’re delicate and pure and as much as I’d love to corrupt that and ruin you, I can’t,” he said causing your heart to drop a little. He pulled away, not before squeezing your sides an pecking your neck again. You blinked a few times, trying to bring yourself back to reality. By the time you turned around to try and make sense of what had just occurred, he was already a few feet away. You watched in awe as his back flexed while he walked back over to his friends, only once did he turn around to flash you a weakening smile.

I liked writing this imagine. I’m gaining followers but nobody is requesting 😩🙃 makes me sad.
FIC: Misfire

Pairing: Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Pre-Relationship but Feelings Incoming
Word Count: 2300
Summary: Shepard has never, ever admitted that anything’s wrong without denying it aggressively first. Post-Eye for an Eye, Pre-Romance Initiation. Also on AO3.

Shepard likes her routines.

Garrus, and probably everyone else on the SR-1, had her rounds memorized. He was her third stop in the shuttle bay, right after Williams and right before Tali. She always took the left-hand corridor on her way into the engine room and the right-hand corridor on the way out, and whether she had time for a lengthy chat or just a short hello, she always stopped by. Exceptions were made only in galaxy-shaking circumstances

He doesn’t know her route on the SR-2. They’re always picking up new people, and he’s isolated in the battery; he doesn’t know where she’s coming from or where she goes when she leaves. She still stops by daily, but it’s irregular—sometimes late, sometimes early, often when he’s in the middle of something. Sometimes she comes back later. Sometimes he’s still in the middle of something. She laughs over her shoulder at him as she leaves, no hard feelings.

At least, she did, until they went after Sidonis. Now it’s like she’s forgotten he’s in here, trying to maximize the new cannon’s capabilities. Came by once, cleared the air, took off again. It’s been more than a week, and the change in her routine has finally become unnerving.

Maybe she thinks he still needs time to cool off. Hell, maybe he does. Looking at those names isn’t getting any easier. It’s not getting any harder, either, but this stagnation doesn’t feel like improvement to him.

But he didn’t tell her that. She should think everything’s fine. Maybe not fine—she’s perceptive—but fine enough. Getting there. So why is she still scarce?

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anonymous asked:

Could you write the "I literally took a bullet for you and now you owe me big time" prompt for percabeth???

hell yeah I can, anon. title is from Sorry by Justin Bieber bc it’s my new fav song

I hope I don’t run out of time

They’re standing in line at the bank, waiting to get a deposit from Annabeth’s savings account so she can buy some Christmas presents this year. The line is ridiculously long, probably because it’s Friday and everyone just got off work, but Annabeth doesn’t actually mind that they are at the back because Percy is standing close enough that she can feel his chest brushing her back, and he keeps leaning forward to whisper lame jokes into her ear when he thinks of them, smiling when she laughs too loudly.

It’s a normal day, and Annabeth can’t wait to get out of here so they can go get dinner and go back to her apartment and watch movies for the rest of the night. Any time she can cuddle with Percy is great, especially when she can “accidentally” fall asleep on the couch with him so then she gets to wake up on top of his chest in the morning.

She may have some very intense feelings for her best friend. She doesn’t exactly mind.

She met Percy in her freshman year of college, and they’ve been friends ever since. She met him through another friend, and when said friend started dating Percy’s-then-best-friend, they started seeing each other more. After Jason and Piper started seriously dating, Percy and Annabeth drifted closer together, and she didn’t realize it when Percy had become her best friend.

Annabeth may be sort-of-not-really in love with Percy, but she’s sure as hell not saying anything because she doesn’t think she can ever lose him.

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Dreaming about a Reality

“Are you ready?”
I looked up to see Shane staring at me, his eyes filled with excitement and a grin you couldn’t even slap off his face. Looking at me as though these are the last hours we have to breathe and this was our last shot to go out with a bang.
“Yeah!” I said with fake excitement and a forced smile, but even I could still hear my voice shake. I haven’t been able to sleep a wink the past two nights. Hoping that when the reality of this moment finally set in my sleep deprivation would hit me like a bunch of bricks so Shane and everyone else would notice early enough to not make me go on. But it was though all the blood in body was replaced with caffeine and espresso shots, I felt as though I could run around the block about thirty times and then another thirty more. My mind was on high alert, noticing every little detail within feet of me and my focus too high strung. Recollecting the second we walked through the door and I noticed he was here. Sitting in the middle of the crowd with his friends… and her. His new prized girlfriend, or side piece, or slam piece, whoever she was he paraded her around as though she was the greatest thing to walk this earth. That’s who he was though. If you were going to be affiliated with him you needed to benefit his image. In shorter terms you were an accessory. Everything you did had to be perfect. Everywhere you went you had to look perfect. Because there was no Mr.Perfect without Mrs.Perfect. After a while it seems so “perfect” you actually convince yourself it is. Until of course you wake up and realize that “perfect fantasy” is actually a living fucking nightmare. The fake imitation starts to fade and all the lies hit you like a speed train, sending you into a total loss of identity, confusion, and sadness. When people tell you theres no such thing as perfect, head their words, because they are completely right.
“We’re all set up Leighton, they’re announcing us now”
All of the sudden my heart dropped and my feet were tied to the floor. What am I doing? Why would I ever think I could do this? Is it too late to run? It was too late.
“And next we have Leighton Masters and Bringing Back Today!”
Shit. Why was my name separate? Oh yeah that’s right I was the idiot that volunteered myself to tryout for this stupid spot and of course I got it. I didn’t even think I was that good. I did Chorus in high school and a few Acapella performances but it was either that or drama, never have I thought years later I would chose to throw myself on stage to have a crowd nitpick at my no experience entertainer skills. They’re going to rip me apart…
Luckily Rae helped me look the part. My confidently edgy, smart mouthed, vicious, beautiful best friend turning me into one of her pinterest masterpieces. Dark black skinny jeans with rips and holes down the front, black and maroon combat boots folded down around my mid-calf, a bright magenta sleeveless halter with the classic black leather jacket over top. My hair was lightly curled towards the ends in order to compliment the new dark to platinum ombre on the freshly chopped shoulder length hair. Who knew how much of a difference 10 inches can make you look. I was the complete alternative rocker. Only thing missing…the fact I was nowhere near in personality or in spirit a rocker chick. When I started to walk towards the mic the faces looking back at me gave a reassuring look. My style must of convinced them that I knew what I was doing, and they were ready for a show. And oh a show it was going to be…
I kept walking slowly towards the mic, looking down at the floor praying at this moment that the world would spontaneously combust, or just me. Unfortunately neither happened. When I reached the front of the stage I put my hands on the stand and looked up at the crowd. Of course the first pair of eyes I lock with are his. It was such a confused stare, as though he was asking me what the fuck I was doing up there and why the hell did I look like that. Mr. Perfect had no idea. But that’s not a surprise, he never did. For years he acted as though he knew who I was when I was still searching for myself. Hovering over my decisions, lecturing me on what was right and what was wrong, when he was only a couple years older than I. His friends all stared in disbelief, as though I died and was reincarnated by a taller, blonde, Avril Lavigne look alike. None of them had any idea either. Funny thing is if I was still enclosed in that cult none of them still would have known, no matter how many years would have passed. Because in there, its all about image, how you looked, agreeing with all of them, disbanding anything they didn’t agree with, even if it was apart of who you are, you had to get rid of it for them. And that fueled my fire. All the lies, all the rumors, all the shit talking. And I never retaliated. I sat back receiving every cruel word and sentence that came out of their mouths. But tonight I’m fighting back, tonight is my response to every time consuming breath they have spent talking shit about me. I stared back into all their faces, meeting with every single pair of baffled eyes with a stiff rigid look that basically said You guys can go fuck yourself.
“Hey everybody and thank you for having us and I especially want to thank Shane for letting me be a guest with his band in performing tonight. Before we play I just want to express the value of this song to me.“ I took a breath, my heart was beating so hard it was ringing through my ears. I felt as though if I didn’t slow down or just stop talking overall I would be face down into the bottom of the stage floor. I looked up and met those eyes again. It was as though he was commanding me to not dare say one word about him or what he did. How childish he has been for such a “man” and that the pedestal he puts himself on is actually not that high up from the ground. I wasn’t going to say his name, exactly what he did, or how awful of a person he has been. But every sentence that is going to be said from my mouth will be referencing to the inferior Mr.Perfect. Hopefully he isn’t too stupid to be able to put that together.
“Not too long ago I hit rock bottom. I thought I had everything planned out, everything set for me, and worst of all I convinced myself I was happy when I was not. When I realized the life I was living was not what I wanted I did a complete 360. Yes I cut off all my hair, I colored it a different way, I changed all my clothes, and I know about none of you here knew I even could sing.“ Most of the crowd went into a loud giggling. Whispering to one another and looking back up at me, analyzing head to toe my newfound image. “But that’s not the best part” I created a pause. It seemed as though the past 4 years of my life played back over and over in my head. The girl who I used to call myself was standing in front of me, staring in complete disbelief. Never did she think that I am her and she was me. Her stare scared me but then she broke into a smile. A tear rolled down from her eye to her cheek and she whispered two words before she turned away. Thank you.
“The best part is that I found myself, I found my happiness”.
I looked over to the right of the stage by the bar to see Brysen and Rae standing up clapping for me. The ones who not only picked me up but physically pushed me up onto this stage. And as much as I hated them for it I couldn’t help but love them more than anything. Brysen pointed at me and flashed his perfect smile he knew I loved so much. I met him when I was at my worst and he has brought me to my best. Making me his princess regardless of how I broken I was, how imperfect I am, and how weak I felt. We were two imperfectly perfect souls intertwined with one another within the short amount of time we have fallen into each others lives. But not only was he special but he was mine. I smiled and blew them both a kiss. Then the lights dimmed and my heart dropped, Shane started strumming and the track began to play.
Here we go.
I open my eyes looking down onto the treadmill. I regained the feeling of reality as the sweat on my t-shirt was cooling down my stomach and the beads of sweat running down my face were seeping into my headphones. 5 miles and 35 minutes. My legs were a little shaky as I slowed the speed to a walking pace but the adrenaline still coursing through my body could push me for another 3 miles. Not today. I hopped off and made my way towards the fountain, remembering what happened the last time I ran too far into my thoughts. Literally. I looked down at my phone pausing the song halfway through and I smiled.
“One day” I thought. One day

i donut know how i feel about this but i do want a donut

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There's Someone for Everyone

Summary: Y/N has always been use to people asking her how tall she is. Being 5'10 is more than average for a young woman, and it bring her a lot of attention. But that attention never seems to include romantic interactions. Sam is going to prove her wrong, sometimes you just gotta wait for the right guy. 

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader 

 Pairing: Sam X Reader 

Warnings: Fluff, make out session nothing to serious 

 Request:  Hi, I really like your writing and was wondering if you could do one where the reader is taller than a normal girl maybe 5'10 and thinks men don’t like her cause of her height. But Sam has a crush on her and loves her height?-Anonymous   

 A/N: Oh my God this one holy crap, this was freaking a lot of fun. The request kinda took off in my head and I couldn’t stop!

Originally posted by samgirlsclub

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Warped 15′ Setlists

This is all i’ve collected so far; if you have more setlists or if I missed an artist please message me and I’ll add them! Italizied means the song is unknown. If theres a mistake let me know so I can fix it :)

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AARON WEST & THE ROARING TWENTIES - Our Apartment / Runnin’ Scared / Divorce And The American South / Get Me Out Of Here Alive / You Ain’t No Saint

ALIVE LIKE ME - Our Time Down Here / What Did You Expect / Start Again / Searching For Endings / Better Off / Slip Away



THE AMITY AFFLICTION - Pittsburgh / Lost and Fading / Never Alone / Deaths Hand / Open Letter / Don’t Lean On Me

AS IT IS - Speak Soft / Cheap Shots & Setbacks / Bitter, Broken Me / Horoscopes / Concrete / Can’t Save Myself / Sorry / Dial Tones

(As It Is plays either Horoscopes or Bitter, Broken Me not both)

ASKING ALEXANDRIA - Welcome / Breathless / To The Stage / I Won’t Give In / A Prophecy / Not The American Average / The Final Episode (Let’s Change The Channel)

ATTILA - Proving Grounds / Part With The Devil / Rage / Rebel / Middle Fingers Up / Payback / About That Life

AUGUST BURNS RED - Fault Line / The Wake / Provision / Identity / Composure / Internal Cannon / Empire / White Washed


BEARTOOTH - The Lines / Relapsing / I Have A Problem / In Between / Dead / Beaten In Lips / Body Bag


BEBE REXHA - Take Me Home / Monster Under My Bed / I’m Gonna Show You Crazy / Pray / Hey Mama / Can’t Stop Drinking About You

BEING AS AN OCEAN - Sleeping Sicarii / Little Richie / Death’s Great Black Wing Scrapes The Air / L'exquisite Douleur / This Loneliness Won’t Be The Death of Me / The Hardest Part Is Forgetting Those You Swore You Would Never Forget


BLACK VEIL BRIDES - Faithless / Heart of Fire / Coffin / Wretched and Divine / Crown of Thorns / The Legacy / Fallen Angels / In the End

BLESSTHEFALL - You Wear a Crown But You’re No King / Youngbloods / Guys Like You Make Us Look Bad / 2.0 / What’s Left of Me / See You on the Outside / Up In Flames / Carry On (with Jake Luhrs) / Hollow Bodies








CITIZEN - Numb Yourself / Roam the Room / Sleep / Drown / Stain / The Night I Drove Alone




EMAROSA - People Like Me, We Just Don’t Play / Mad / Set It Off Like Napalm / Say Hello To The Bad Guy / I’ll Just Wait / A Hundred Crowns / Gold Dust / 1996 On Bevard

ESCAPE THE FATE - Just A Memory / Ungrateful / The Flood / Gorgeous Nightmare / One For The Money / Thsi War Is Ours (The Guillotine II)

FAMILY FORCE 5 - BZRK / Zombie / Love Addict / Crazy Button / Dance Like Nobody’s Watching / This Is My Year / Chainsaw

FIT FOR A KING - Hooked / The Resistance / Hollow King (Sound of End) / Slave To Nothing / Warpath


HANDGUNS - The Loved Ones Who Hate Us / Scream Goodbye / Sleep Deprived / Best Excuse / Long October / Early Retirement / Song About You / Porch Light / A Year In Review

HANDS LIKE HOUSES - Shapeshifters / No Parallels / Lionskin / Wisteria / Same Old Story / I Am




ICON FOR HIRE - Get Well / Up In Flames / Bleed It Out (Linkin Park Cover) / Cynics & Critics / Now You Know / Make A Move / All I Do Is Win (DJ Khaled Cover) / Rock & Roll Thugs






KNUCKLE PUCK - But Why Would You Care? / Fences / Alexander Pl. / Disdain / Your Back Porch / Bedford Falls / No Good









MAN OVERBOARD - Dead End Dreams / She’s in Pictures / Where I Left You / Borderline / Atlas / Love Your Friends, Die Laughing / Cliffhanger / White Lies / Montrose / Rare

MATCHBOOK ROMANCE - Your Stories, My Alibis / Lovers & Liars / Surrender / Monsters / My Eyes Burn / Promise

MC LARS - Where Ya Been Lars? / True Player For Real / Dragon Blood / Download This Song / Hot Topic Is Not Punk Rock / Mr. Raven / This Gigantic Robot Kills


MEMPHIS MAY FIRE - My Generation / Prove Me Right / Beneath the Skin / No Ordinary Love / Stay The Course / The Sinner / Vices


MISS MAY I - Hey Mister / Hero With No Name / I.H.E. / Our Kings / Masses of a Dying Breed / Forgive and Forget / Relentless Chaos

MOD SUN - 1970 / Howlin’ At the Moon / Stoner Girl / Goddess / Shoot ‘Em Down / All Right

MOOSE BLOOD - Bukowski / Swim Down / Pups / Chin Up / Gum / Missing Me / Miserable / Boston

MOTION CITY SOUNDTRACK - Attractive Today / Everything Is Alright / L.G. FUAD / Time Turned Fragile / TKO / This Is for Real / Her Words Destroyed My Planet / The Future Freaks Me Out / My Favorite Accident

NECK DEEP - Losing Teeth / Tables Turned / Zoltar Speaks / What Did You Expect? / Can’t Kick Up The Roots / Crushing Grief (No Remedy) / A Part Of Me / Over And Over

NEVERSHOUTNEVER - I Love You 5 / Trouble / Piggy Bank / Sacrilegious / The Zephyr Song (Red Hot Chili Peppers Cover) / Hey! We Okay / On the Brightside


NEW YEARS DAY - Death of the Party / Kill Or Be Killed / Let Me Down / Angel Eyes / Defame Me


NIGHT RIOTS - Spiders / Back To Your Love / Contagious / Holsters / Break


OUR LAST NIGHT - A World Divided / Same Old War / Road to the Throne / I’ve Never Felt This Way / Sunrise / Home


PIERCE THE VEIL - The Divine Zero / Hell Above / Bulls in the Bronx / Yeah Boy and Doll Face / Caraphernelia / King For A Day

PVRIS - Smoke / Mirrors / Fire / St. Patrick / White Noise / My House

RIFF RAFF - Choppin Bladez / Raiders vs. Hawks / Dolce n Gabbana / Unknown(Far East Movement) / illest ft. Far East Movement / Unknown(Far East Movement) / How To Be The Man / Butterfly / (Crazy Town Cover) / Tip Toe Wing In My Jawwdinz





SENSES FAIL - Canine / Can’t Be Saved / New Song / Buried a Lie / The Path / Calling All Cars / Renacer / Bite to Break Skin

SET IF OFF - Forever Stuck in Our Youth / Bleak December / Bad Guy / The Haunting / N.M.E / Why Worry


SILVERSTEIN - Milestone / Smile in Your Sleep / Face of the Earth / Massachusetts / Smashed into Pieces / Vices / Sacrifice / My Heroine







WE CAME AS ROMANS - Tracing Back Roots / Ghosts / Fade Away / Glad You Came (The Wanted Cover) / Broken Statues / To Plant a Seed / The World I Used To Know / Regenerate / Hope

WHILE SHE SLEEPS - New World Torture / This Is The Six / Seven Hills / Crows

THE WONDER YEARS - Dismantling Summer / Don’t Let Me Cave In / Local Man Ruins Everything / Woke Up Older / There, There / Passing Through a Screen Door / Washington Square Park / Came Out Swinging

YOUTH IN REVOLT - Dead Inside / When It’s Over / Royals (Lorde Cover) / Never Stay / Unknown (New Song) / There For You / Love Is A Liar’s Game

Bands/Artists That Have Yet To Join The Tour: Ascot Royals, The Bunny The Bear, False Puppet, James Morris, The Kenneths, Macy Kate, PUP, The Republic of Wolves, Sirens & Sailors, Slaves, Speak Low If You Speak Love, Stacked Like Pancakes, Simple Plan, Svetlanas.

When we loved - Cheater!Ashton

Summary: Ashton cheats on you with Bryana but you’re a good friend of the band’s. (sorry I love bryana so much lmao)

Warning: Nudity, foul language, and a little violence

Requested: nah not rlly


The overwhelming feeling of sleepiness made me weak at my knees, like they would give away at any moment; I continued on. My professors were hard on me this week, much more rough than usual. Being the good student I am, I still do my best… until I come home and pass out for a few hours, which are my plans for when I reach home.

I fight the tiredness in my eyes as I drive down the street to the condo my boyfriend Ashton and I share. Luckily he talked me into getting the king sized bed while we were out furniture shopping together; I could use that right about now.

I grabbed my bags and exit my car once I parked in my driveway. I glance to the side, noticing Ashton’s car. Is he home so early?

Alright so I lied – I don’t pass out first thing when I get home. Sitting my stuff on the counter, I walk into the kitchen to do the dishes.

“Honey, you home so early?” I shout, “I was thinking of ordering pizza but since you’re already home maybe we can go out to dinner instead? I mean it’s Friday.”

I get no reply. Maybe he just dropped off his car, then drove with someone else somewhere? No, he wouldn’t do that.
I walk upstairs, excited to get out of my jeans and into bed. I heard footsteps in our bedroom, so maybe he’s pooped for today anyways, too.

I see Ashton buried under the covers of our bed fast asleep. I smile, walking into our bathroom. Reaching for the door knob, the door flies open and hits me in the head.

Catching me completely off guard and off balance, I stumble backward and eventually fall on my butt. My forehead is throbbing and my vision is blurry.

“Oh my god, Ash!” A rather female voice shouts.
“What… the… fuck…” I barely get the words out as I stumble to my feet.

Ashton jumps up. “Babe, what’s wrong?” His eyes come across me, then over to the girl hiding behind the door. “Fuck.”

“What’s, what’s going on?” I ask, going into the bathroom to see the girl; naked.

“Oh my god. Oh… my god.”

“It’s not what it looks like.” Ashton tries, but I walk up to him and yank the blanket away from his body; he was naked too.

“You… you cheated on me? After everything we’ve been through?” I ask.

My forehead is still throbbing and a migraine is slowly building up.


“Fuck you.” I shout. I turn to the girl in the bathroom. “And I’d watch your back, Missy. Some people won’t be happy about this; I’m not talking about me.”

Not wanting to hear anything else from anyone, I run down stairs to grab my stuff, then out the door. Without trying to give the time to think things through, I drive to my best friend’s house.


“Kaylee, get over here!” Luke shouts to his girlfriend once he opens the door. I probably have black marks down my face from all the crying I did in the car.

“Luke, Ashton, he–” I tried to speak but I found myself crying even more.

“Who’s at the door – what the fucking hell.” My bestfriend, Kaylee, appears beside Luke and yanks me inside.

“Something about Ashton.” Luke says to his girlfriend as we sit on the couch.

“Be a sweetheart and fetch us some beer and chocolate?” Kaylee asks, and Luke nods as he jogs to the kitchen.

“Baby what happened?” Kaylee asks me as she kneels on the floor in front of me. Her voice is soft.

“This fucking bitch came out of the bathroom and hit me in the head with the door! And she was naked, they both were!” I finally get to shout and get it out of my system; but then I end up sobbing again.

“What?” Kaylee shouts just as Luke comes in. “He fucking – he cheated on you?”

“Oh no.” Luke says, placing the stuff on the coffee table. “God damn it, Ash.”

“You knew about this?” Kaylee turns to Luke.

“Not exactly… I just know that Ashton flirted a lot with a certain someone when we went out. I never thought it was anything more, though.” Luke says, taking this all into thought. “None of the other boys said anything so I thought it was just me.”

“Oh my god I’m going to kill him.” Kaylee runs to grab her keys.

“I’m coming, can we wait until I recover?” I ask. “My eyes feel puffy and I’m not sad anymore, just mildly pissed.”

“Sure, Y/N. It gives me time to plan my evil scheme with that jungle headed boy.” She smirks creepily before walking away.

Luke sighs and rolls his eyes. “I have no idea what goes on in her head sometimes.”

Luke laughs softly and approaches me, taking my hand and leading me to the bathroom. He lifts me up onto the counter, grabbing Kaylee’s make up bag. From there he pulls out makeup remover along with some cotton balls. Luke continues by gently scrubbing the black marks away.

“You’re good at this.” I try to lighten the mood.

“Remember in high school, when Kaylee was always crying about a boy breaking her heart? I was always the one to take care of her.” He explains.

“Even when you had a girlfriend, right?” I ask, he nods. “You know who she was crying over?”

“No… she’d never tell me. She’d just cry harder and I’d suffocate her with hugs.” He smiles at the memory.

“It was always you. She was always crying over you.” I smile.

“Y/N, honestly, I could tell that you and Ashton were always happy and you both had no issues.” Luke takes a large breath and changes topic.

No tears come at the sound of his name. “Exactly. That’s why I’m so confused… why would he do this?”

“I don’t know. Do you want me to talk to him for you?” Luke offers as he brushes out my hair with a brush.

“Well it wouldn’t hurt if you casually got some information out of him.” I say.

“Alright. Meanwhile, you’re staying here.” He smiles.

Theres silence after that while he puts some eye drops into my eyes. Then he pulls me into a long comforting hug as he rubs my back. Then he pulls away and looks me dead in the eye.

“No matter what is wrong with Ashton or you, remember that we’ve all been friends for years. Y/N, you’re an amazing person. Don’t forget that.” Luke kisses my forehead and lifts me down.

We walkout to find the door wide open. Luke looks to find out if Kaylee took her keys and bag – which she did. I checked to see if her car was gone – which it is.

“Shit, she left already. We gotta go like now.” Luke yanks me outside where we climb into his car and speed off towards the house Ashton and I shared.


this is really bad but it’s cool? idk it’s my first imagine and part 2 should be out sooooonnnn

i love youu

xoxo, kaylani


hello hi I’M BACK WITH ANOTHER IMAGINE, this one I genuinely think is shit af. so this is supposed to be based around the song towers by little mix BUT I got excited and tbh I don’t even know what I ended up writing. ANYWAY I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKED THIS CLARISSA! 


“We need to talk.” Those four words enough to rip my heart to pieces. I wasn’t stupid, I knew what was coming.
I sat down on the black leather couch in my tiny living room, pulling my knees up to my chest and hugging them. The minutes waiting for my boyfriend of 2 years, Matt to get here felt like hours. I should’ve known it was coming, ever since we both moved to L.A it hasn’t been the same between us. We only live 5 minutes away from each other but we see each other half as much as we did in Virginia.
He’s moving forward with his life, making his dream a reality and I’m at the same point I was when we were first going out, the same point I’m probably going to be at forever.
How do you confront the person you love and tell them they don’t treat you right, knowing it will turn into a fight?
I was disgusted with myself. How could I become so weak?
I let Matt treat me however he wanted to because I was too scared to approach him in case he ended it with me.
Why can’t I just let go of him, why.
Everything had turned to shit and I still held onto the smallest bit of hope that we would be okay again.
I closed my eyes, picturing a time when our relationship was perfect, everything was perfect. I felt a tear roll down my cheek before quickly wiping it away.
“gosh, pull yourself together Clarissa, he hasn’t even come over yet”
I was pulled out of my thoughts by a soft knock on the door. The feeling in the pit of my stomach was indescribable. I walked towards the door, sucking in my breath.
I opened the door to see Matt leaning against the door frame.
“Hey baby” He tried to smile, but it didn’t meet his eyes.
He pressed a quick kiss to my forehead before taking my hand and leading me back to the same couch I had just been sitting on.
His hands felt so warm in mine, I could almost feel his heartbeat racing through his fingertips. It felt like time was passing slower than ever, they say that’s what happens when you’re dying. I guess that’s how I looked at this, like a part of me was dying and I knew there was nothing that could be done, I knew what was about to come.
His voice flooded the room, with a delicate charm that I hadn’t heard in a while.
“I feel like you’ve noticed that recently things have been different and that’s what they have been, different. I feel like we’ve become different people, we’re both living different lives and it’s as if we’ve forgotten how to include each other in that. I’ve felt like this for a while I just haven’t known how to say it.” He said slowly, studying my face for a reaction.
I looked at the floor, before taking a few deep breaths and looking back up into his unreadable eyes
“How long is a while?” My voice coming out barely audible.
He let’s go of my hands and looks at the floor, not replying.
“I said, How long is a while Matthew?” The anger starting to show in my voice.
“Around 6 months” He muttered, still not looking up to make my contact with me.
The anger was rising inside of me, I felt as if I was about to burst.
“6 months? are you fucking kidding me? 6 months? wait, let me get this right” I shot to my feet before continuing, “So you’re telling me that you felt this way before you dragged me to L.A?”
“Yes.” He replied softly, his head still facing the ground.
That was it, the bubble of anger in side of me popped.
“You made me drop everything and pack up my entire life, I left all of my friends, I left every single member of my family so that I could come to L.A and support you in everything you wanted to do and you knew you weren’t happy in this relationship. How selfish are you? You watched me, I have been absolutely miserable this entire time and you haven’t been here for me once. I stopped my life for yours and moved to a different state and you knew you would be breaking up with me?”
Angry was an understatement now, I was livid.
“i’m sorry Clary, I just-”
“Sorry? you think sorry is going to give me back the time and money I’ve wasted on you?”
“No! It’s not like that -”
“Tell me what’s it like then because from where I’m standing it seriously seems like you bought me all the way over here for some sick game.” I was yelling, pacing back and forth in front of him. I looked like a psycho, I knew I did. But for once I didn’t care.
“I thought bringing you here would bring us closer, I swear. But it’s torn us further apart and I’m so sorry that this has happened the way that it has.” He stood up, trying to grab my hands to hold them again.
“Oh there you go, saying fucking sorry again. If you were truly sorry you wouldn’t have pulled me away from my family, you wouldn’t sit there and let me be upset and never be there for me the way you have been the past 5 months we’ve been in L.A” I pulled my hands back from him and took a step back.
“You know what Clarissa? After the way you’ve been acting tonight, I’ve realised I should have gotten rid of you a long time ago. At least i’m going somewhere with my life. I bought you here because I thought you needed the support that I could give you but clearly don’t deserve it” He snapped at me, taking a step back as well.
“Actually you know what Matt, you don’t deserve me.”
I had never felt this sort of anger towards anybody before. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that someone who I thought of so highly was so pathetic. I never thought Matt had a bad bone in his body.
“Oh please,” He laughed bitterly before continuing “I could have 100 girls like you, better than you in a snap of a finger so you should consider yourself lucky.”
“Yeah well good luck with those 12 year old girls who throw themselves at you. Get out of my apartment Matthew. Never come back. I never want to see your disgusting face again.” I snarled, I had never spoken to him like this and I knew that behind his strong front he was shocked and my reaction.
“You don’t have to ask twice.” and with that, he walked out and slammed the door.
I stood in the same position for a few minutes, the anger inside of me slowly dying out.
It hit me that this really did just happen, and that Matt wasn’t coming back. I sunk to the ground before letting a tear fall, and another, and another. I let the sobs take over my body as I sat in the middle of my floor crying my heart out.
I never wanted to fight with him, but the pain he left in my chest was something I couldn’t handle.
Funny how in the 2 years we were together, this moment, right now. Me sobbing uncontrollably on my floor was the moment I needed him the most.


HOW WAS IT?! MESSAGE ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF IT BE HONEST SERIOUSLY IF IT WAS THE WORST THING YOUVE EVER READ MESSAGE ME AND LET ME KNOW. ofc theres gonna be more parts, I think there might be around 3 or 4 parts maybe??? so thank you Clarissa for inspiring me. Same dealio as before whoever reads this and wants an imagine message me your name, the guy you want and a scenario or song you want it based off. I’ll be posting 2 or so imagines a day because after wednesday im finished school for the year. also im sorry if tthere are any spelling/ grammatical errors my computer doesnt have autocorrect or anything atm  



anonymous asked:

Could you do a luke blurb where you're self conscious about your body and Luke makes you feel better by painting pretty things on you to express how your body is artwork and its just really cutesy and there's a lot of nose scrunching and smiling at each other and just all around really fluffy and cute idk sorry if this is weird and long

you slipped under the blankets, feeling the soft material against your bare legs. you really only relaxed in just your underwear when you were alone, never when luke was around. you weren’t the most confident, and you didn’t want to force luke to look at your body when you knew it wasn’t the prettiest thing. 

so when luke let himself into your apartment, finding you buried beneath the blankets, you were a little shocked to say the least. “mind if i join you? i brought chinese and some cheesy movies,” he said, toeing off his shoes at the end of your bed. 

you nodded, stunned into a silence. you were glad the blankets were covering your legs so you wouldn’t have to make a big deal about hiding them. luke climbed onto the bed, handing you the food as he slid underneath the covers, his legs pressed right against yours. 

his eyes widened slightly, his baby blue eyes finding yours. “are you wearing pants?” he asked, biting at his lip ring. 

you felt your cheeks go red as you hesitated, avoiding his question. “oh my god, you aren’t. let me see!” luke exclaimed, trying to tug the covers away to expose your legs. 

“luke, stop. you don’t have to,” you argued, pushing at his hands. 

luke looked to you, his eyebrows pulling together and creasing in the middle in confusion. “why wouldn’t i? you’re my girlfriend and i barely get to see you like this.” 

“yeah, because why would you want to look at me like this when there’s other girls out there that are prettier and skinnier?” you shot back, not meaning to make it sound so harsh - but it was how you felt. 

luke sat back, the smile fading from his lips. he then abruptly got up, stepping off the bed and leaving you in a silence. the tears were about to spill over when you realized what had happened, but luke returned shortly, a plastic bin in his hands. 

you instantly recognized what he was carrying. it was your bin of art supplies you kept around for when you had to babysit your younger cousin who loved to color and paint. luke set the bin on the bed, crawling back to sit next to you. he took the chinese food out of your hands and setting it on the bedside table. 

“lay down on top of the blankets,” luke instructed, his eyes finding yours once again. you were about to protest when he added, “please.”

you sighed, but pushed the blankets away, scooting down so you could lay flat with your legs exposed. you weren’t comfortable, especially not with the feeling of luke’s gaze on your bare flesh. luke moved, throwing one leg over yours so that he was now straddling you. 

“luke,” you started, but he shushed you. 

“just trust me.” 

you bit down on your lip, but nodded. you watched as luke pulled out one of the paint pots, screwing open the lid and tossing it back into the bin. he dug around in box, finding a paint brush and dipping it into the green paint. he then leaned forward, lifting your shirt so that it settled just beneath your breasts. 

and then you felt the cold paint tickle your flesh as luke painted on your skin. luke continued, switching out the paint a few times, moving down your body so he drew all over your stomach and thighs. 

“luke,” you murmured again, trying to catch his attention. he looked up to you, a small smile playing on his lips, consequentially bringing one to yours. “what are you doing?” you asked, trying to keep the laugh out of your voice from the tickles his painting was inducing. 

but luke didn’t answer, instead he just scrunched his nose up and went back to working on your legs. finally, after ten minutes and your chinese food had gone cold, luke was finished. you sat up slightly, watching the rolls in your stomach distort some of his drawings. 

but you saw as he drew random paintings all over your torso and legs - dogs, stick people, guitars, random words, x’s and o’s, hearts, clouds, flowers and some kind of rendition of a drum set. 

“you might not be the thinnest girl out there,” luke said, bringing you out of your thoughts. “but you’re still art. you’re still beautiful in your own way. and you’re my girlfriend. i love you. and if we’re being honest, i think you look hot as shit in just your underwear and one of my shirts.”

you rolled your eyes, but sat up fully, capturing his lips in a long kiss.