cause i roll that way


Aftermath/continuation of this. Because watching a vampire tear into your bf (I think they’re a thing here? maybe??) and thinking he’s dead is a terrible life experience.

okay well I finally got an orchestrion for Cyril’s apartment since enough people poked me about it (I usually have game music muted like a scrubcake okay so I didn’t think about it {/sulks} )

…. so now I need music recommendations. someone please help me my family is dying

Why hello there Mr. Mystery <3

Nine Tenths [1/1]

Happy birthday to the fantastic, funny and talented Mama @dassala !!!! Wishing you a wonderful day and many many more to come! This is a very quick silly fic for you based on our Hub Shenanigans, I hope you enjoy! <3 <3

Captain Swan. 1.8k, T. Post S6 but with no S7 spec whatsoever cause I don’t roll that way. Contains material that may be offensive to tourists, sorry not sorry, it’s been a long summer.

Curses have many disadvantages.

It isn’t that Emma’s unaware of that - after spending half her life on the run from some curse or another you’d think she’s be delighted  by the new, peaceful side of Storybrooke.

You’d think that, but you’d be forgetting one very important point.

Magical curses had protected them from the worst curse of all:


It isn’t that she doesn’t get the appeal, she does, she really does. Storybrooke is quaint and idyllic, a place where time has stood still since 1983 - quite literally, for most of it - so when the first wide-eyed strangers with New Hampshire plates roll into town she’s one of the first to instruct Granny to hoover the dust bunnies from the B&B. It’ll be good for them, she thinks. The normality.

But Storybrooke’s never been good at normal.

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Can't Do You Like I Can.

I sat next to Neymar, my feet propped in his lap as we laughed at something yet another time. We had been holed up in my loft for a few hours just watching movies and snacking on different foods. It felt good to have him around to just hang out. It was difficult having a boyfriend with the lack of time like he had but today was one of the few days we had together to just relax.

“You want me to beat you in FIFA again?” he proposed while he grabbed for the controller I had tossed to the floor earlier in fake frustration. I held out my hand and took it quickly into my grasp. “No. I don’t want to play anymore.”
At that moment, the door of the loft swung open revealing Justin walking in fresh from work, staring down at his phone until he spotted me and Neymar on the couch.

I knew he wouldn’t speak to Ney. They secretly hated each other though they never exactly verbally confessed to such to each other but I just knew. Neymar would never admit to him that he felt insecure just by his presence and the fact we lived in the same home. Justin was my roommate. Though we were just friends, telling that to Ney didn’t ease his worries. In his mind whenever I was home and Justin was as well I was pouncing on Justin and ignoring his text messages or calls.

It was the furthest thing from the truth but it was hard to get my boyfriend on board with believing me. He didn’t trust Justin.

At all.

And it kind of made sense. Just looking at Justin today showed why Neymar feared what may be happening in this home. The man had on a salmon colored button up, a pair of dark navy blue pants and a glistening gold watch decorated his wrist. His pale blue eyes behind his fashionable black rimmed glasses and the blonde hair atop of his head that was styled perfectly with gel gained the attention of many women. Except mine.

I had Neymar. There was nothing better than that to me but tell that to my boyfriend and it was a for sure lie. The glare he threw Justin’s way as he walked further inside and smiled in my direction showed that. “Hey, Y/N. Thanks for the brownie last night. They saved my life,” he chuckled, still continuing to walk past us as he talked.

“No problem!” I smiled back. I had made a large batch of brownies and knowing I wouldn’t be able to eat them alone, I set out a few for Justin. It was normal for us to share things or for me to share things I cooked. Neymar didn’t like that.
Justin smiled and continued his journey upstairs to his room, shutting the door behind him. I looked to Ney who had a scowl on his face. “What?” I giggled, somewhat enjoying his jealous behavior.

“Nothing,” he scoffed. But it wasn’t really ‘nothing’ and when a few more moments passed, he spoke up again. “When are you moving out? I really don’t like you living here.”

“Awww. Is the poor boyfriend jealous?” I playfully took his cheek between my fingers, pinching them lightly which only made Ney push my hands down unamused at my playfulness. “I’m serious. Even if you don’t want to move in with me at this point I’d buy you your own place.”

But I felt comfortable where I lived and I wasn’t looking to change that just because my boyfriend felt uncomfortable with the fact my roommate looked like a model for GQ instead of an unattractive eye sore. “No thanks. Get over it.” I stuck out my tongue but it only caused Neymar to roll his eyes to the ceiling in annoyance.

“Now what do you wanna do?” I questioned but Neymar didn’t respond, instead just standing to his feet and heading up the stairs urging me to follow.

I moved a few steps behind him as he led the way to my bedroom, stealing a glance to the closed door of Justin’s room before he walked into mine. I watched as he plopped down onto the edge of my bed and motioned me over with his hands.

I walked closer and once I was within reach, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down into his lap. His lips fell onto mine, deepening the kiss with the addition of his tongue languidly moving against mine. The remnants of sugar on his tongue from the sweets we just finished delighted my taste buds.
Too engaged in the kiss to break it, Neymar simply rolled over to put himself on top, beginning to unclasp the top button of my jeans. He fumbled with the zipper for a moment as his eyes were too busy closed to glance down for a better view. Eventually I shed the material and he next removed my shirt to leave me in only my bra and underwear. His eyes ravished over me. Ney quickly discarded of his clothing and lowered himself between my legs.

The bulge of his member lowering to my love made me grow even wetter than I already was, my body aching for the feel of him inside of my close confines. His soft lips puckered against my neck, dragging and tracing his territory on my skin with his tongue while he directed his member inside of me.

A sharp gasp left my lips with his first pump inside of me. He started off slow before beginning to move his hips back and forth quicker to eventually leave me breathless. Neymar wanted nothing more than to have my moans ringing out throughout the entire home and he wouldn’t stop until he accomplished his goal.

I could barely think straight with the pleasure emitting through me but with my eyes dancing through the room, I noticed the door of my room still wide open. I couldn’t react the way I wanted. I really wanted to jump up from under Ney and close my door but with the way he was slamming his hips into me, causing my eyes to roll back, there was no way I was stopping this.

“N-Ney? I have to close…fuuuuck.” At the moment I was trying to get my words out, he found my most pleasurable spot. And he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Shhh,” he urged. His pace quickened drawing out a string of moans from lips at a high volume. It turned Neymar on, a smirk now decorating his face. He lowered his lips near my ear, lust tracing every word he pronounced. “Say my name.”

He didn’t have to beg or ask again. His cool hands met my hips for better control while I sang out his name in delight. “Neymar.”

“Louder,” he commanded.

“Fuck, Neymar!”

He was purposely going after all of the right spots, at all of the right speeds to get me to be as loud as possible. I hadn’t even heard Justin exit his room until I saw him now standing at the door, an annoyed look on his face. “Keep it down,” he commanded before slamming the door shut behind him.

Embarrassed, my cheeks turned red. “Ney!” I hit his arm but he only stopped his strokes and laughed in response. The last thing I wanted was to be caught having sex with my boyfriend. Thankfully I still had my bra on and was covered by a hovering Neymar.

“What? You think he enjoyed the show?” My lips pursed as he continued to joke about the incident. I pushed him off and slid from under him but he just grabbed me back closer by my waist.

“You’re so sneaky.” I wanted to keep my mean look going but the look on his face made me crack a smile. “Can we continue this?” he asked.

“Yes but with the door closed and me being quiet.”

“I can do with the door closed but I don’t know about keeping you quiet.” I giggled while Neymar grabbed me closer, ready to finish pleasuring me to purposely piss off my male roommate.


Omegaverse AU [Part 2/?]: In which Eggsy doesn’t really know when to keep his mouth shut or stop looking in the mouths of gift horses. This, however, does not seem to deter Harry who, it seems, has not selected just any Omega.

(Also known as, I actually came up with a sort of plot for this, so let’s see where that goes.)

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anonymous asked:

I mean ... your "pseudo-profound pretentiousness" is real but you're young and post good pictures so I can see past it lol. Different anon here. I'm glad you got a personal blog to separate from the main blog.

Basically if you have principles and adhere to them and fight to uphold them you are labeled as stubborn, arrogant, bla bla.

An atheist who tries to tell others about his beliefs is labeled an arrogant and proselytizing person.

A religious person who does the same is simply called devout.

If I’m pretentious because I believe in fate and science, and the wording sounds too “learned” for some then so be it. Opinion is the lowest form of criticism.

If I worded my beliefs is simpler terms I’m sure I wouldn’t have been called “pseudo-pretentious.” The way I wrote it caused the person to roll their eyes. I do not claim to be an Oracle or wise philosopher so it was amusing to be called that nonetheless.

Caring about what others think about you will get you nowhere.

Be the person Phil Lester would want you to be.
—  Toomanyshipsxx
Keys to My Heart

Summary: We’ve all wanted Dan to get his piano fixed forever. But when a cute repair guy shows up and causes trouble, can a simple song played on the piano fix things? Well, that and a long overdue discussion of the past.

Word Count:  4765 

Warnings: tempers, a hickey, and lots of angst and feels

Notes: My first fic of 2017! Just a little oneshot because I wanted to write about Dan’s piano skills, which have been off to war apparently. This fic was edited by one of my new betas, the lovely @cantcatchmegaythoughts!:)

I hope you guys like this! If you do feel free to leave some feedback in my ask; you know I live for it:P

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A Pale Boy

I walked with confidence down the street of NYC. That’s the most important thing a girl can do ‘round here. Confidence is the key. My ears twitches at the sound of a loud, piercing simultaneous chant. Must be the Second Salamers, bigger pests than the rats running around. It bothers me really, being a witch and all. I want to live in peace with No-Majs but they want to burn me.

I was about to cross the street so I didn’t have to struggle through the protesters until I saw two cars had collided, not anything bad at all—I could have popped the dent back in myself— but the two drivers were yellin’ anyway. One of the cars was a nice Breezer and the other wasn’t quit as nice but it was no surprise the Breezer was the one to cause the accident. Rolling my eyes I am forced to brave my way through the crowd. Squeezing through, holding tight onto my purse, I got stuck dead smack in the middle. The crowd got rowdier as the leader-lady got more fiery so the only hope I had was to brave the storm out and stay in the crowd. Good thing I had no place to be.

“You, friend, what brings you to our meeting?” the lady asked me all noble, locking eyes intensely. I smiled and raised my eyebrows playfully at her.

“First time, actually,” I replied with a smile. A smile fake as friends. She smiled back excitedly. I’m just plucking her strings here to have some fun now.

“Wonderful! I’m glad you’ve joined the cause! Please, take a leaflet,” she exclaimed excitedly and motioned for the boy a few steps behind her to hand me the paper. I didn’t even notice the boy before. He was very pale and he shrunk into himself, all sad like. The sight of him made my heart feel goofy.

He walked quickly up to me, like he was scared or something, and the lady kept on talking about “exposure” or some crap. He shyly handed me the leaflet and when I went to take it, having it in my clutch, he goes to turn away.

“Hey,” I said, grabbing his wrist softly. He flinched away at my touch, breaking my heart a little.

“S-sorry,” he murmured softly in a quiet voice. He was looking at the ground but he turned to face me. He was absolutely adorable.

“No, Mister. I shouldn’t have startled you like that,” I smiled at him, a burning feeling growing in my heart wanting to do everything in my power to make him smile. He looked up for a second at me then quickly back down. It wasn’t as if he was shorter than me, he wasn’t he was much taller, but he eyes went straight to the ground. I sighed a little knowing this wasn’t goin’ to be so easy.

“So you work for her, Mister?” I asked, the lady still droning on to the crowd. He nodded stiffly. I let out a small chuckle of pity, causing him to give me another glance.

“She’s my mother,” he whispered, then fiddled with his hands. Poor thing, shes crazy. I looked at his hands to notice his scars. I slowly put my hand on his and traced one. He stiffened under my touch but sort of relaxed after a moment. His eyes met mine and my whole soul practically ached for this boy.

“I’m real sorry, Mister. She’s real crazy,” I said, letting go of his hand. A little smile formed on his lips as his eyes went back to the ground. I pondered for a moment. I now have a strong desire to be his friend, and when I put my mind to something I get it done.

“Hmm. Hey Mister, you wanna hang out after this?” I asked him. Figure he can’t leave during or else his mother would be mad. His cheeks turned a slight pink and he got all flabbergasted.

“I…I can’t. Ma wi-” he began but I interrupted him.

“Leave her to me. You can come to see i’m very convincing,” I explained happily. He looked up at me warily. His eyes meeting my large smile. He stayed scilence for a moment, guess he was arguing with himself about something. “So what do you say. You wanna hang out, Mister?” I interrupted his train of thought. He thought for another moment.

“Yes, thank you,” he agreed quietly. He seemed nervous still, but, he had a ghost of a smile of his face. He timidly looked at me then turned away to his original spot behind his mother.

After the meeting was over and the crowd dispensed, I stayed in my spot, swaying my hips a little to kill boredom, waiting for the lady to be free to talk. When the last rallyer was done talking with her I approached my prey.

“Hi Mrs…?” I asked her and she responded quickly.

“Ms. Barebone. How may I help you?” she asked in her self-righteous tone.

“I just wanted to further talk about your cause, a very fine one I may add, and how I could help out,” I explained to her, buttering her right up. Barebone’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas. The boy, who I foolishly never got his name, watched sketchily in the background. I winked at him when the lady turned her head.

“Oh yes, you’re our newest recruit,” she began in an excited tone. It made me disgusted that someone could get so excited about killing people. But, if I wanted to hang out with my boy over there then I had to play along.

She went on for about five minutes in a big rant. I almost yawned but I caught myself before it was too late. I mimicked her facial expressions to show interest and asked some questions here and there. When she was over it was finally to put the last part of the plan in action.

“Maybe I can borrow your son, we could hand out the leaflets. I now all the best spots in the city!” I injected excitedly and her face lit up at the thought of a young person who wants to help the cause. Wish I could have taken a picture.

“Of course!” she answered happliy, grabbing some leaflets from a box and shoving them into her son’s hands. “Go and help the pretty girl,” she turned and demanded in a harsh whispered I just managed to hear to him. He looked up and I gave him a sad smile. He nodded to his mom and walked next to me, still timid as ever.

“Thank you, Ms. Barebone,” I said with a polite smile. She waved her hands around.

“No, please, call me MaryLou,” she explained. I smiled one more time and turned to walk with the guy.

“See. Told ya I’d handle your Mom,” I said with a wink once we were out of reach from MaryLou. He nodded.

“Yes, you did,” he said quietly.

“So what’s your name, Mister?” I asked because I never got it before. He seemed taken back.


“Well Credence, it’s a pleasure to meet you! I’m (Y/N)!” I smiled widely at him, happy to get a conversation going. We turned the block and I took the leaflets from his hands and threw them in the garbage. His eyes went wide with surprise.

“You think I’m actually handing that crap out. I could tell you didn’t agree with her, I don’t either,” I explained. A small smile formed on his face. His little smile made my heart light up.

“W-why did you want to hang out with me?” he asked. I shrugged my shoulders.

“I don’t know. Something about you, I like you,” I explained, pointing a finger at him.

“Really?” he asked in an insecure voice. I laughed at him.

“Of course really! I wouldn’t go out of my way for just anyone, you know,” I winked at him. His cheeks turning a dusty pink. I smirk and kept on walking. I could practically feel Credence thinking and fighting with himself in his head. But before I asked him about it, he grabbed my hand softly and I laced my fingers together with his. I think I could handle that horrible women to live this moment again.


Hey my first imagine!!! If there are any mistakes feel absolutely free to tell me so I can fix them! If you have any requests drop them in my ask box. Thanks for reading!

Preacher man walked into the club and he said, he said, hey girl can’t you walk and not stray? Father I’m torn and I’m selling my soul to the rhythm, the beat and the bass. ‘Cause I can’t confess my rock and roll ways. 'Cause I’m so possessed with the music, the music he plays. I can’t stop my feet from dancing to the sound of his drum. Oh no, I fell in love with my rock god. I can’t keep my hips from swaying to his sweet melody, you see. I fell in love with my rock, rock god.
—  Rock God by Selena Gomez & The Scene
"My little softie"

Y/N’s p.o.v.
It was that point of the day where I just wanted to relax. I wasn’t in the mood to do anything or be around anyone. “Hey, you alright?” My peaceful thoughts were interrupted by Pan, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just wanted a little down time” Pan nods, sitting next to me, stretching his legs out. “If there’s something wrong you can talk to me about it, Y/N” I nod knowingly, “I know, Pan. But I’m fine, like I said, just needed a little down time” “Alright then. Here” he pats his legs, telling me to lay down, I do as he says and sigh happily. I could stay like this forever.

“you still awake there, Y/N?” “Yeah, just thinking” I say, rolling over from my side to my back, looking up at Pan. “What about?” “Just how you’re not a bad as people make you to to be” “how so Y/N?” I sit up, turn my body so I’m facing him and cross my legs. “Look, you may be ‘top dog’ to them, but you’re a total softie to me” he raises his eyebrows, questioning me. “What? You want examples, Pan?” He nods “I do actually” “alright, umm, when you talk to me, your voice is soft and gentle, you’re not at stern with me as you are with the boys. Sometimes you do that cute little thing where you play with my fingers when we’re holding hands. And then when you call me 'shortie’ and hug me, you rest your chin on the top of my head” he stares at me blankly, “go on” “alright then Pan. How about when I’m upset or not feeling like myself and we cuddle, you play with my hair. That’s my absolute favourite” “Y/N, that doesn’t make me a softie” Pan says storming off.

I was just about asleep when I felt the bed shift. I feel the warmth of another body wrap around my own, and instantly know that it’s my little softie, whether he likes to be called that or not. “Y/N?” “Yes?” “Do like that I’m different with you? That I’m not as hard on you?” “Is this because I called you a softie? Cause I didn’t mean it in a bad way…” I roll over to face him as he shakes his head no, “after I walked off before, I started to think. Everything you said is true. There’s never been a girl around before so I don’t know what to do” “everything you do is fine. I love that you have a soft side, I love that you’re sweet” he smiles slightly, pulling my body closer to his, playing with me hair, “you really are my little softie” he sighs happily, looking down at me, “and I’m absolutely fine with that” he says smiling before kissing the top of my head.

Luke Hemmings- Releasing Frustrations

Requests: Luke is pissed and takes it out on you in bed.


The door slammed shut, shaking the walls throughout the house. I closed my book, hearing a loud “Fuck!” coming from the living room. When I walked down the hallway I saw Luke’s tall figure walk into the spare room. The door slammed shut behind him, causing me to jump a little.

Luke had turned the spare room into his personal gym, equipped with a punching bag, weights and a treadmill. He must have turned his stereo on, because Godsmack started blasting throughout the house.

He obviously needed to get his frustrations out, so I went back to the room. The Maze Runner was just getting good anyway.

After about thirty minutes, I saw the door open and Luke walked in the room. He was covered in sweat, his breathing was still uneasy. I got up from the bed to go talk him.

“You okay?” I asked, but Luke didn’t answer. Instead, his hands found themselves on my hips. He pushed me backwards until I was near the bed.

“Luke.” I whispered.

“Shh.” Was all he said, then he crashed his lips to mine. He turned us around, so that he was sitting on the bed and I was standing in front of him. I stood in between his legs as he pulled me closer. Luke deepened the kiss, it felt like he needed me. Not only in the sexual way.

As we were kissing, I pulled away and took off my shirt. Luke started to leave red marks along my collar bone as he sucked different spots. His grip tightened on my hips, I felt his nails dig into my skin.

I pulled on Luke’s hair, forcing him to look at me and kissed him. Luke undid my shorts, so I kicked them off to the side. That left me in my bra and panties, and Luke in his workout shorts. Luke stood up, so I was able to pull down his shorts and boxers.

Once he sat down, I moved on top of him so I was straddling him. I kissed on his neck as I grinded my hips against him. Luke groaned into my ear as he applied more pressure on my hips.

I was soaked and he was hard, we were both wanting the same thing. Luke pushed his fingers through the lace material and ripped off my panties. I looked at them laying on the floor, it honestly only made me more horny. Before getting serious, I crawled off of him and on my knees in front of him. Luke knew exactly what I was doing, because he grabbed my hair making it into a pony in his hands.

One hand rested on his thigh, while I used the other to pump up and down his shaft. When I thought that he was ready, I licked along the shaft before taking him in my mouth. My cheeks hallowed out as I began to suck. Luke cursed under his breath as he pushed my head down, forcing me to take him in completely.

When I came back up to breath, Luke pulled me off the ground and back on his lap. I sat up, so that he was able to get himself situated. I lowered myself down on him, gripped his shoulders tightly. Luke’s nails dug into my hips again, causing me to moan. Once I was all the way down, I rolled my hips then began to bounce. Luke’s hands guided me the entire time.

Luke unclipped my bra and threw it across the room with the rest of our clothes. He began to pull my head back, then started kissing my neck. “Lu-Luke.” I moaned, barely able to talk because he was hitting my g-spot directly.

Luke stood up, holding onto me as he did and moved us over to the desk. He pulled out of me, only to bend over the table before he rammed into me again. I cried out and bit my lip as he continued. I was definitely going to have nail marks in my skin by how tight he was holding onto me.
Luke moaned loudly before he released himself inside me. When he pulled out, he knew that I wasn’t done. He took me hand and brought me to the bed. I sat down and he got down on his knees, Luke pushed my legs apart before he started to kiss up my leg. When he was directly between my legs, he attached his lips to my clit and began to suck. I become a moaning mess and started to pull on his hair. As if that wasn’t enough, Luke shoved two fingers inside me and started to move. I placed my legs over his shoulders and watched as he worked his magic.

“Baby, I’m clo-” I wasn’t able to finish my sentence because Luke curled his fingers up, which caused an immediate reaction. I released myself around his fingers, when Luke moved away I was out of breath. He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean, causing me to cover my face and blush.

Luke moved my hands away from my face and kissed me. When he pulled away we were both smiling. Luke crawled into bed and got under the covers, he grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him. As I placed my head on his chest I asked, “So what made you pissed?”

“Honestly, I don’t remember anymore. I was too focused on what we were doing.” Luke stated.

“Yeah, that was pretty distracting.” I laughed.

Luke mindlessly intertwined his fingers with mine and began to mess with my thumb and index finger. He was obviously feeling a lot better and back to himself.

~ Brittney c:

Matt Imagine (Reasons)

Matt Imagine (Reasons)
Request: Could I please get a Matt imagine where you get hate because you’re black?
I really don’t understand why you guys would want an imagine about y/n getting hate especially because of your race. I mean I understand that it happens all the time but why would you want that? Someone please answer my question actually… I will still write this imagine but I really would like to know…

Boy am I glad that I am not home right now. In fact I am about 2500 miles away from home. I live on the East Coast in Pennsylvania but I’m visiting my boyfriend, Matt, along with his friends over my break. East Coast has been getting some really cold weather and they are supposed to get a storm soon. I was never one for cold, however I did always say that cold was better than hot, because you can only take so much off of you but you can put as many coats or blankets etc. on top of you as you need. But the way LA was treating me right now; I was pretty happy.
“Y/N!” I hear Matt shouting in a sing-songy voice from throughout the condo. I don’t make any move from my comfortable position on my bed. I merely open my eyes a bit and avert them towards the bedroom door waiting for it to burst open with Matt behind it.
I could hear him coming up the stairs…5, 4, 3, 2, 1
“GOOD MORNING,” Matt says with a huge smile on his face as he comes over to me. Despite the fact that I am not a morning person I can’t not smile at Matt. He comes over and sits on the bed before sprawling himself on top of me resulting in an umph coming out of my mouth.
“Why–are you–so heavy!” I shout as I try to move myself out from under him and I can feel his body shake as he laughs.
“It’s all muscle babe,” He says as he rolls over so he is closer to my face before giving me a kiss then getting up. I roll my eyes as he shuts the door, allowing me to get dressed, but I can’t help the smile that makes its way onto my face and I have to bite my lip to keep myself from smiling like an idiot.
“Well y/n, time to get up,” I say to myself as I push the covers off of my body and kind of roll off the bed.
You see I have this thing where I don’t like sitting up in the morning and so I always think it’s a better idea to just roll off the bed but I have to avoid hitting my head on the nightstand so I end up twisting my body; which only makes getting out of bed so much harder…. And I never learn from it. It’s a daily occurrence but hey we all have our flaws…mine being that I can’t get out of bed logically. Stop talking to yourself y/n.
I make my way into bathroom connected to my bedroom and I run my hands over my face. I let my arms stretch out before washing my face and brushing my teeth. I walk out of the bathroom and open up my suitcase. I have this thing for unpacking. No matter how long I’m staying I don’t like to unpack because it’s just a hassle later when I have to leave and I might lose something or I won’t be able to fit everything back in.
I walk over to my phone and check the weather to see what I should wear. Ignoring all of the tweets and comments I get from being Matt’s girlfriend I am able to check the weather as 75 degrees. I can work with that. 

I throw on a tealish colored t-shirt that says CALIFORNIA COLLEGE with a pair of black opaque tights, followed by denim shorts and a black beanie that says ‘AIN’T NO WIFEY’. I slip on a couple of rings before I walk out and head towards the kitchen. I never actually did get to check the time. When I enter the kitchen I see Matt sitting at the counter with his back faced towards me. I quietly tip toe towards him as not to let him hear me before I seize his shoulders in my hands jerking him forward a bit and shouting “Ah!” in his ear. I was quite satisfied with the yelp I received from him. I let go of his shoulders trying to contain my laugh but it wasn’t much help and only resulted in a huge fit of laughter. Matt stood up from his stool and eyed me trying to look mad but I could see the smile on his face. He started walking towards me and my laughter died down because I had no idea whatsoever of what he would do next. Every step forward he took I took a step back, however eventually I ran into the counter, which didn’t feel that great, putting me to a halt. I let out a small gasp when my lower back made contact with the counter but Matt continued making his way toward me.
When he finally reached me he put both hands on either side of me on the counter and just stared at me. It felt like 15 minutes but the whole process was probably no more than 30 seconds.
He leaned in close to my face then let his lips trail from my jawline to my ear with sweet kisses before whispering, “You need to change because we’re going to the beach,” before pulling away with a smirk on his face. My mouth fell open as I glared at him.
“But that takes effort and I worked hard on this outfit,” I complained. He chuckles and I see a smile replace his smirk.
“I know babe, and you look beautiful, but  I don’t think you would want to go to the beach in that, tell me if I’m wrong and I’ll get changed and we can head out now,” He says like he is totally serious and I try to suppress a smile.
“Fine, I’ll go get changed,” I finally say and I turn around and head back upstairs to get changed. I found a simple black bikini and put it on before putting my t-shirt and shorts back on.

I then grabbed a pair of flip flops

I came down the stairs and Matt was dressed, standing by the door waiting for me. I smiled at him as I grabbed a pair of sunglasses before following him out to the car. I got into the passenger’s side and Matt got into the driver’s side, obviously, who else was going to drive the car? And we were off.
We got to the beach and set up the cute little towel stuff and then went to go frolic in the water like the two year olds that we are.
I’m standing in the water walking slowly, because I don’t know how far I deep I can go when suddenly something grabs my leg and pulls me under. My scream was muffled by the water that soon surrounded my body but I quickly rose to the surface to see a rather hysterical Matt.
“MATTHEW ESPINOSA!” I shouted trying to glare at him but he was just trying not to laugh so hard, which wasn’t helping me so much.
“Yes, y/f/n?” He asks innocently causing me to roll my eyes. I tried to make my way over to him as fast as possible but I’m not that agile out of water so me in water isn’t too great either. When I finally reach him, he has a rather amused expression on his face.
“Don’t judge me,” I exclaim to him lightly swatting his chest, causing a laugh to emerge from his throat.
“I would never judge my own girlfriend,” He says sarcastically but I just played along with it.
“I know babe.”
At this point I was rather 'watered’ out so I went to sit back on the towels on the beach while Matt remained close by. I decided to pretty much cloud watch. However as I am lying down I can hear the people who are passing me and I can also hear what they are saying. Let’s just say a lot of them are not nice comments and they hurt a lot.
“Isn’t that Matt’s girlfriend?”
“Yeah, but I don’t know why.”
“What do you mean?”
“Why is he dating a black girl? Like there are way prettier people out there.” Ouch! I mean it’s one thing to say it behind my back but at least be woman enough to say it to my face. I sat up from where I was lying down and looked around to see where the voices had been coming from and I spotted two girls looking at me and talking amongst one another. When we met eye contact they instantly looked away. BINGO!
I decided to play nice first so I got up and walked over to them.
“Hi I’m y/n, what are your names?” I ask with a smile on my face that I hoped didn’t look fake.
“We know who you are,” One of the girls said which took me aback at how forward she was.
“Okay, um, well I just wanted to say that despite there being maybe about 15 feet between where I was lying down and where you are standing, I can still hear everything you were saying about me, and I don’t appreciate your racist comments,” I tell her as nicely as possible but I was sure to let her know that I was not happy with my tone. She looked a little surprised at my forwardness but didn’t display it for long.
“I wasn’t being racist I was stating a fact,” She states.
“Oh I see, so when you said 'why is he dating a black girl?’ that wasn’t racist, alright. Guess I’ll have to brush up on my definitions because that’s not what I learned in school, graduating class of…what year is that? Oh yeah 2014,” I tell her with anger emanating from my voice.
“It’s not racist, because I said that there were more prettier people out there,” She defends.
“Okay first of all, no, second of all don’t defend yourself with another insult. Now I don’t care if you hate on me because you mean nothing to me, but to hate on my race based on who I am as a person is not okay. If you said why is he dating 'that’ black girl that doesn’t make it okay because now you’re judging me based on my race, but now you’re specifying that you mean me, not every african american girl out there. But for you to say why is he dating a black girl is putting all black women into one category right there, but if you were to specify that it was me, I would still be pissed at you because that is just rude, but then it’s just about you and me, and not about my race and you. So check yo self before you open that mouth of yours because one day someone won’t be as nice to you and you will get punched,” I vent before I walk away with a satisfied smile on my face. That felt good. As I get back to the beach towels I see Matt with a confused expression on his face.
“What did I miss?” He questions.
“Just some ignorant fan who doesn’t know the meaning of racist,” I tell him with a sigh and I saw his expression sour. Matt knew I got hate about my race and it pissed him off to no extent.
“Let’s go home, it’s getting late,” He mumbles and my face morphs into one of confusion but I was getting tired anyway so I help him pack up and we head home.
When we arrive home he heads straight to his studio room and shuts the door.
“Okay,” I say to myself….
*5 hours later*
Matt finally emerged from his studio looking pretty happy with himself.
“What did you do?” I asked him warily.
“Something that needed to be done,” He said with a smile before yawning. “I think I’ll go to bed now babe,” He says before kissing my forehead.
“I’ll be up at some point,” I tell him as I head down to the kitchen to do some research work. I curl up on one of the kitchen chairs and set my laptop in front of me as I edit my research paper that is due in a couple weeks.
1 new e-mail
I check the time and realize it has been 3 hours since I started editing and decided I could take a small break. I open the e-mail and see that Matt has just posted a new YouTube video. Funny? I didn’t know about that. He usually tells me about his videos.
I click on it and it opens up in a new tab.


My heart instantly stopped when I saw that. I moved my eyes back up to the video and watched as Matt sat down in front of the camera and sighed before he began to talk,
“Okay, so I don’t know exactly how to start this and y/n, I know you’re watching this,” He says with a small embarrassed smile which only makes me smile. “So by the title of this video you can probably guess what I’m going to be talking about. Yes it’s y/n for those of you who don’t know, and if you did know great for you. YOU GET A CAR! YOU GET A CAR! I’M LIKE OPRAH!” He exclaims and I can’t help but laugh. “Okay but back to the seriousness. You guys may not think that I know about all of the hate that y/n gets, but not only because she is my girlfriend, but also because of her race,” He says and I can see his face fall a little bit and my heart sinks. I have always been proud of who I am as a person and still am, I just don’t know why other people can’t be that way too. “I don’t want this to turn into a video of me ranting to all of you guys, my fans, because I know that’s not what y/n would want, and I also know that a lot of you guys don’t hate on her so I thank you for that. But this video is about why I love y/n and hopefully by the end of it, you’ll love her just as much as I do. I take that back almost as much because you can’t have her she’s taken,” He says and I giggle. “So this isn’t scripted, I don’t have any of it written down, so I’m just going to go off the top of my head. I love how she has five different laughs depending on how funny something is or if something isn’t funny at all. I remember she told me that in high school she had to take a speech class and one of the assignments was a humor speech and she told me that everyone asked the class to laugh at them because no one thought they were funny and she would always tell them not to worry because she laughs at anything and it’s true! She then told me that throughout the speeches she did laugh at pretty much anything. I love that when she is laughing, the laugh that’s for this is funny and I love it kind of laugh, she smiles this huge smile and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I love when I get to wake her up for the morning, despite the fact that she isn’t very pleasant in the morning. Just the fact that she is there makes me happy. And those few rare times where she is up before me, she always is downstairs in the kitchen curled up in a chair with her glasses on, hair tied up, pajamas still on, tea in her hand, and computer in front of her, I’ll walk into the kitchen, and she’ll look up from whatever work she is doing and smile then say 'good morning’ and I love that. I love that when she watches soccer she yells at the TV like the people can actually hear her. I love when she falls asleep on the couch after binge watching Netflix and I can carry her upstairs and put a blanket over her,” Matt says almost as if it were a memory that would never leave his mind because of how precious it was and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. Matt smiled with this thoughtful look on his face before looking up to the camera. “I love that y/n can’t dance for her life.” Which sent me into hysterics. “But I love that she doesn’t care about it and will still try. I love when she watches cooking shows then uses the kitchen like she’s on the show. I love that she isn’t OCD but has these neat freak tendencies for certain things, like she can name practically every font just by looking at it, and certain fonts erk her, like Comic Sans and Times New Roman and Arial. I love that she has a favorite font, Cambria. I love that she’s not afraid to voice her opinion to people but when confronting she always tries to be understanding and polite. I love the fact that she smells good, I don’t know how or why but she just does. I love how her eyes light up when she finally understands something, sees food, or remembers something. I love her flaws. I love that she sucks at Biology and that she would come to me for help when she had to take it. I love that she can’t remember the name of a song until it’s halfway done but can remember history dates better than the textbook, birthdays better than you know your own, and small details of memories or pictures better than the author or artist themselves. I love everything about y/n. I could tell you all the funny and embarrassing stories about y/n but I don’t think she would like that too much. OH! She also loves horror movies! I love that she doesn’t let anyone dictate her life, she has her role models but everything about her is strictly her, not because someone told her too. She is her own person and I admire her for that. I love her for that. I love that she’s terrified of heights but refuses to admit it and just tells me she’s merely afraid of falling. I love that she always makes elaborate birthday plans/gifts for me or any of her friends but expects practically nothing in return. I don’t like that she’s always cold because I hate seeing her uncomfortable but I love that I’m the one who gets to hold her hands and warm them up for her. I love that she gets overly excited about holidays.  I love that she loves her family. I could go on forever but I really do hope that to the people who were being mean to the girl I love, I hope this video changed your opinion of her. Y/N is a beautiful person and should be treated as such,” He says and I couldn’t help but let a tear slip it was the nicest most precious thing anyone had ever done for me. Matt took a deep breath before looking straight into the camera. “Y/n, I know you’re watching this and I know I have said it multiple times, but I’ll say it again….I love you…and now you know why.” With that the video ended.
“I love you too Matt,” I whispered back to my computer. I decided to turn in for the night knowing I would not be able to work with the current events. I climbed the stairs and crawled into bed with my sleeping boyfriend. I knew he was asleep but he cuddled up closer to me and wrapped his arms around my waist instinctively as soon as I was in bed, keeping me safe and warm. 1st reason on my long list of why I love Matt.

I hope this is up to your expectations anon! Okay so I know I have not posted in a LONG TIME and I’m sorry but I didn’t want to post anything that wasn’t 'good’ or that I wasn’t fully invested into. But I hope you enjoyed this imagine. Just a lesson, don’t melt if a boy/girl tells you they love you, melt for the reasons why ;)
-simplicational’s queen

anonymous asked:

do you think cs is endgame? i want to watch as ive seen lovely clips of them. but dont want to get invested if its just gonna end badly.

Let me tell you something, lovely nonnie. There are definitely plot lines and characters arcs on ONCE that I question at times, decisions made that make little sense and drive me absolutely insane.

Captain Swan, however, is the one aspect of the show I have zero trouble being 100% invested in.

We started here:

and now we’re here:

Sure, these two have been put through the ringer. Said ringer has sucked them back again and rung them out twice, three times… But, Killian’s life was just spared by ZEUS, King of the Gods, sending him back “where he belongs”…back to Emma’s side. 

If that isn’t a FLASHING, FIREWORK SPOUTING, FLASHBULB POPPING, declaration of ENDGAME, I don’t know what the hell endgame is.

Get invested. Fall in love with this love story that has grabbed so many of us by the lapels and hauled us in and hasn’t let go. Even if you just watch the Captain Swan scenes online and ignore the rest (because that is still a valid way to be invested), do it. DO IT.

Did that answer your question? If not, take a look at his gif. Seriously though, look at it. Come say hi when you officially join the fandom!

Our Little Secret (Draco x Reader)


prompt; you’re a gryffindor dating Draco behind your best friends (the golden trio’s) backs

As I’m walking down the hall to transfiguration with my best friends, Harry, Ron and Hermione, a figure plants themselves in front of us, causing us all to come to a halt. “Well, if it isn’t the famous four.” I hear Draco Malfoy say, causing Hermione and I to roll our eyes as we make our way past him and continue to class. “Cat got your tongue Potter?” Draco sneers, causing his goons to erupt into a fit of laughter. "Shut up Malfoy” Hermione spat. “You have girls fighting your battles for you now Potter?” Draco half asks half states while chuckling. “Why must you be such an insufferable prick all the time Malfoy?” Harry asks mocking his tone, which earns a giggle from the rest of us. Harry then grabs our hands and we make our way to class, leaving a slightly stunned Draco behind. “That was brilliant Harry!” Ron says and we all laugh as we enter transfiguration. After a boring class, filled with Draco whispering remarks to Harry and Harry shooting Draco dirty glares, it’s time for dinner. “I’ll catch up with you guys later!” I say to Hermione, Ron and Harry, who give me skeptical glares. “Why, what’s wrong?” Hermione asks. “I’m just feeling a little tired, I’m going to lay down.” I say as convincingly as possible. They seem to buy it and bid me their farewells, before we part ways. As I’m walking down the halls I feel a strong hand grab my arm, pulling me into a dimly lit corridor. “Hey babe” the voice I’ve come to know and love all too well, whispers in my ear sending shivers up my spine. My boyfriend of 1 year, Draco Malfoy. “Mhhm” is all I can muster, as he begins peppering my neck with open mouth kisses. Then I remember what Draco said earlier and begin to get upset. I put my hands on his chest and gently push him away. He gives me a confused look and scratches the back of his neck, “what’s wrong love?” He asks, “Draco, I know we have to keep this a secret” I say, motioning between the two of us, “but could you at least try to not be so nasty to my friends?” I continue. “I’m sorry baby, I can never pick on you, and you know that, so I try to bother the rest of them so they don’t think you’d ever go for me.” He finishes honestly. I look up at him and smile. “Okay, but you better lay off because they’re going to find out some day, and I’d rather them not wanting to rip you’re head off when they do” I chuckle. “I promise.” He says and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him in for a kiss. I feel him smile into the kiss and he pulls me even closer than I thought possible. “I love you Y/N.” He says as we both pull away. “I love you too, Draco.”

anonymous asked:

So my guess on Tom's dead sister is that she hatched out of the egg like all the others, was too weak and therefore killed by the parents, cause that's the way nature rolls. Am I correct here?


Tom: ……..

Edd: Um, Tom…?

Tom: You’re a right sick fuck, anon. Fuck you if you think a parent is barbaric enough to kill their own child. We’re not fucking barbarians.

Matt: Tom–

Tom: She was dead when–she was dead. She never hatched. She never breathed. She never saw the world outside. My parents had to crack that egg open and find the lifeless corpse of my sister in there. And as much as I can’t fucking stand my family, nobody should have to experience that. So fuck you and your sick fucking ideas. Just–fuck you.

Matt: Tom, it’s all right just–oof! *he looks startled as Tom flops into his lap and Tom hides his face in Matt’s shoulder* Oh dear, you’ve really gone and upset him now…

Tord: Maybe we should leave off asking about family matters, mm?

Edd: I think that might be best for everyone.