easily the best night of my life

Peter Pan Imagine/Mine

Imagine Peter finding out you had sex with a lost boy

Warnings:Smut, cursing,violence,possessive Pan

You came on this island because you were lost, you no intention on finding love, or anything of that nature, for you simply only wanted to find yourself.

Peter found you , you were crying at your window, you were begging for someone to take away your pain, you didn’t care who, or even what it was, you were willing to do anything and everything, that’s when he showed up.

Peter saw you and tapped your shoulder.

“(Gasp) Who are you ?” you say in shock

“Oh did I forget to introduce myself? I’m Peter, Peter Pan.” he smiles

“I’m Y/n.” you say with a sniffle

“Hi Y/n, are you okay? I see that you’re crying, and those don’t look like tears f joy love.”

“No I’m not, I’m miserable here, I just want to go, be free, do as I please, I feel like I’m trapped here.” you say as you start to cry again.

“Hey hey hey, It’s gonna be okay.” he said

“No it’s not.” you cry

“Yes, it is.” he says

“How do you know?” you ask

“Because , I’m going to take you, take you away.” he smiles

“To where?” you ask

“To a place, where you will never, ever have to worry about grown up things again.” he says 

“Where is that?” you ask

“Neverland.” he smirks

Ever since that day you became a lost girl, you were from Neverland, you usually hung out with Peter Pan.

If you weren’t with Peter, you were with the lost boys. Playing games, acting rough with one another, telling stories, and scaring each other at night.

Peter was right, he told you were free to do whatever you wanted to do, you could be anywhere you wanted to be,and go wherever you wanted to go. Nobody could stop you.

As the days go by, the days got hotter, so you would wear less clothing, this, was a problem.

You would wear shorts, a tank top, and some sneakers.

The lost boys couldn’t help but stare, I mean you had ass and tits, what boy in their right mind wouldn’t stare? 

And since you were always so active you were really fit, and had curves in all the right places, everybody noticed, especially Peter, but you would have never guessed.

One day you get ready to head out, you do the same old routine, brush your hair, put on your clothes, and with a little magic help you put some makeup on.

You walk outside and join the lost boys as usual.

“Hey Y/n.” a lost boy said, his name was David

“Hey David!” you smiled

“How are you?” he asked as he sat next to you

“Great actually, even though it’s hot.” you say

“Yeah man it’s really hot, we might go to the lake today, I heard.”

“Awesome!” you shouted

David stared at you, looking up and down, admiring your body ,“Yeah so like , I was thinking-” 

“Listen up guys.” Peter interrupted

“Today we are going to the lake, so bring your swimming attire and stuff, head back here in 15.” he says as he looks at you

“You come with me.” he says

“Yeah sure!” you say with no questio to where you were going

He brought you to his cabin, you’ve only been there a couple times, once on your first night because you were scared, and two times because you were totally drunk and Peter wanted to keep you with him, so that any of the lost boys wouldn’t get any ideas.

“Why am I here?” you asked

“You need a bathing suit yes?” he asked as he cocked up an eyebrow

“Yes.” you said as you smiled

“Well, here you go.” he said as he pointed to his bed

There were about 5 bathing suits to choose from, each decorated beautifully.

“Wow…” you said

“I had the mermaids make them, I didn’t know your taste so I thought they’d make a couple so you could pick your favorite one.” he said

“Thank you!” you said as you hugged Peter.

Peter was shocked , you guys never hugged, but he hugged you back, but as soon as he did, he wished he hadn’t.

Hugging you meant having you close to him, his arms wrapped around your curves, it was unexpected, and he felt, almost attracted to you, which he didn’t like.

Peter clears his throat and you back away quickly. “Oh my goodness Peter I am terribly sorry.” you put your head down

“Don’t be love, now hurry up and change, I’ll be waiting outside.”

“Wait!” you almost shout

“Yes love?” he said

“Don’t you have to get dressed?” you ask

Peter lifts up his shirt , exposing his trunks were under his shorts already. But you were staring at something else, you have never seen his body, not like that.You quickly snap out of it and look at him.

“Oh right!” you smiled and nod your head

You get dressed and pick out the green bathing suit, it had green vines and flowers on it, basically looked like you were a fairy.

You step outside but holding a towel so that you’re kinda covered

Peter noticed some of the boys trying to take a peek, with that Peter takes off his shirt , “here.”

He hands it to you.

“Oh thank you Peter.” you say as you put it on.

You all head to the lake, once you get there , you all start to undress and jump in the lake, it was pretty easily the best day you had so far.

There were games, food, and music of course, you guys basically spent the whole day their,and even at night you built a campfire to stay even longer, because it was the summer, so it was still pretty warm at night.

You have about two drinks in you so you were feeling pretty good, well that’s when David came and started chatting you up

“Sup.” he said

You giggle “Sup” you said back

“You having a good time?” he asked

“This is probably the best time of my life” you said

“Haha same!” he said 

You just smile and giggle some more

“You know, you’re really beautiful.” he said

“Stop” you say but blush

“No no no , it’s true.” he lifts up your chin.

“Thank you David.” you smile

“You wanna get outta here?” he asked

“And do?” you said a little protective

“Just talk, I promise.” he had his pinky out

“Then of course.” you smiled, and your pinky and his pinky interlocked with one another

You walk along the lake, just talking about, everything, and nothing.

“Wait so you used to pay the flute?” you laughed

“Hey hey hey I was the flute master!” he said

You playfully push him and laugh even harder

“Oh I’m sure you were!” you giggle

David pushes softly against a tree, rubbing your hair, and looking deeply into your eyes

“David, what are you doing?” you ask

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time.” he says

He then kisses you, softly, but then roughly, it was something you had never experienced before, for this was your first kiss since you came to Neverland.

He then takes you deeper into the woods, undressing you, and you didn’t mind, you were loving every second of it, how sexy it was to have a boy basically drool all over you. It was such a good feeling, and you didn’t want it to stop.

Sooner than later, he’s inside you, you’re moaning and whining and just a mess, David covers your mouth because you get too loud, but you just smile and giggle and he laughs a little too.

“This is super dangerous, anyone could catch us.” you say

“Like I care?” He says

Well little did you know, Peter was watching the whole time, fire was in his eyes, he was furious, he didn’t know he wanted you until he couldn’t have you, you know how Pan was, he wanted you all to his self, he was selfish.

As he watch David fuck you all he could think about was how he could do it better, it was such a sick thing to think, but he did. He wanted to push David away, he wanted to take over, he wanted to show him how it’s really done, but he didn’t. He waited, and he watched, for he had a plan for the both of you.

The next day you all you could think about was your night with David, you both decided to keep it on the downlow, since neither of you wanted to be in a relationship, well he didn’t, you on the other hand wouldn’t have mind one, but oh well.

You ate breakfast, and this time before you ate Peter didn’t make an announcement, like he always does, it was strange, but you all let it go.

Peter was quite all through breakfast, he didn’t make a word, everyone was kinda freaked out by it because usually he would chat up a storm.

You were a little freaked out as well so you decide to go up to him

“Hey Peter.” you say with a smile

He smiles back and nods as he continues to eat

“Are you okay?” you ask

He puts his thumb up and smiles as he still has his mouth full

“Oh great, well it’s just because you haven’t talked, you know.” you said

He put’s his hand on his belly signaling that he was really hungry

“Oh gotcha!” you said with your thumbs up

You walked away still a little worried, this was not like Peter.

After breakfast you guys waited around until Peter gave orders, but all he did after he ate his breakfast was walked into his cabin

“Uhm, is he gonna give us our chores?” A lost boy asked

“Felix?” you asked

“I’ll go check it out.” he said as he rolled his eyes

Everyone knows Felix was Peter’s best mate,, so you usually go to him for anything if Peter wasn’t around

Peter was sitting on his chair, playing with whatever he had in his hand,

“Sup Pan.” Felix said

“What do they want Felix?” He said in annoyance

“They want to know why you’re so quite.” he said as he sat down

“I’m playing a game.” he smiled

“What game?” Felix became interested

“David and Y/n went off alone the other day.” he looked at him

“Oh yeah? And what happen?” Felix asked

“What do you think?” Peter said in a stern way, smile was gone, and he just had a mean cruel look on his face

“Oh… OH!” Felix said

Peter nodded , looking away, thinking more and more about you two.

“Are you okay?” Felix asked

“I’m going to make him suffer, and her beg for my forgiveness.” he said in such a evil way.

Felix looked at Peter, “Don’t hurt em Pan, you know I’m just looking out for you , I want the best for you, you’re my best mate.”

“I know Felix, now, let’s go, we don’t want to scare them too much.” he laughed and got up from his chair.

You see Peter head out his cabin and then rush back to the campsite,

“He’s coming!” you yell

Everybody goes into position and sits down

“Today we actually need food supplies, so we can split up in groups of 3′s.”

Oddly enough, he puts you, him, and David in a group.

It was awkward as hell, half because you two just had sex, but second because Peter wouldn’t even talk!

You would ask him questions and he would reply with one word answers, it was so annoying and frustrating.

As the days go by Peter would talk more and more everyday, and it was like nothing was wrong.

Everything went back to normal until one day Peter asked David if he could join him for dinner in his tent, he needed to talk to him about something

Your head shot up like a deer in head lights, sure it was almost a month it happen, but still maybe Peter found out, maybe he knew this whole time? You don’t know but you were freaking out

Peter and David sat in the tent eating their dinner, and talking about random things, Peter played it off pretty well

“So how’s hunting for you?” he asked

“Oh man it’s good, I feel like I could catch a fish with my bare hands in a couple of weeks.” he said

“That’s great!” Peter said

You began to walk up to David’s tent, along with all the other lost boys, how can you not wonder what was going on?

“So, how was she?” Peter stopped smiling and looked at David straight in the eyes

“Uhm, I don’t know what-” 

“Cut the bull shit David.” Peter looked at David “Now, how was she?” he asked

You were shocked, how did he know? How would he even find out? You both swore to keep your mouths shut.

“You know Pan, I’d rather not say.” he said

Peter laughed “Oh come on, we’re both young men, we both know what goes on, did she give to easily?” he winked at him

“You know what Pan I gotta go” as he starts to walk out of the tent, almost out the door Peter stops him in his tracks

He looks him dead in the eyes, and laughs with a evil smirk on his lips. “What’s wrong David? Is this making you feel uncomfortable? Because I know? Because I can imagine what it was like? Fucking her brains out?” 

David had fear in his eyes and so did you, you were frozen, you had no words, and now, all the lost boys knew.

David had fear in his eyes, his heart was racing, stomach was turning, and he was sweating up a storm.

“Did you really think you could hide it?” “That it would be your guys little secret?” Peter asked

“Why do you care so much about who Y/n sleeps with anyway?” he got the courage to ask

“What?” Peter asked, a little taken back “What does that even mean? “

“Is it that bad? That she could be attracted to someone other than you? Are you threatened that she could maybe be taken from you? It’s not like you wanted to sleep with her!” he yells

Peter looks at him, he is about to loose it, he is about to loose all of it, he could feel the anger rise up in him, as he is about to punch the shit out of David you scream “Peter wait!“ 

Part 2?

dralokyn  asked:

Atticus, did you send love letters to a dying tree? Because I saw some love letters to a dying tree that were signed Atticus, and they seemed like your style, and also, you would definitely write love letters to trees.

I did! It was part of http://melbourneurbanforestvisual.com.au/


March 12, 2016, to London Plane, Tree ID 1025146: I am half-way around the world, it is just after midnight my time, and apparently near sunset your time. According to the site that I got your info, you may have less than a year to live, and I hope that this is the best year of your life. I hope the wind is a gentle kiss on your bountiful leaves, that the soil is soft enough for your roots to easily dig into, but firm enough to hold you tight. I hope the sunset is beautiful for you. I love you.


March 12, 2016, in response: Thanks for your kind words Atticus. I have been living it up, knowing my days are numbered. At night when all of the people are sleeping, I sometimes sneak down to the river and dip my roots in. I wave my branches wildly in the wind, swaying like when I was a young sapling.Who knows, maybe I will live longer than they expect?!


May 4, 2017, I send a follow up: Beloved London Plane, I hope you have beaten the odds and are able to yet read this. And if not, I hope the soil has welcomed you home and your memories are passed to the next generation of saplings. I have spoken of you to the trees in the park across my home, a park on the edge of one of the world’s biggest lakes. I am told, by the trees, by the wind, by the Things That Dwell In the Waters, that the lake links to the ocean eventually. We are so far apart and yet connected. I suppose in such ways, and in astral and ethereal and in nether ways, all things are connected. Where ever you are, know that you were a beautiful and kind and adored tree. Your memory will be preserved in the hearts and minds of the dryads and monsters and creatures. I love you, sweet tree. If you have you yet grow, may your sunshine be warm and crisp. If you have passed, sleep well.


I have not heard back (it is currently May 7th, 2017), so I am guessing Good Fair London Plane has left the mortal world to rest in nature.

enchantedtomeetyou22  asked:

What if in ACOWAR either lucien dies or elain rejects the bond and then somehow falls in love with amren? I mean can you imagine amren being mean to everyone else but her cutiepie omggg Also thanks for elriel, I didn't know I needed it in my life until I found it

-The war is finally over, Lucien and Elain meet one night to talk pressured by the bond that is tying them together. The dinner is full of laughter and snarky comments. Elain sees how Lucien could easily be her best friend and love could blossom there. Lucien pulls her from her thoughts with a statement that totally catches her off guard, “I’m in love with Tarquin.” Oh thank the mother. They both let that mating bond go, but stay in constant contact with each other. It’s easier being friends.

-At first Elain does not know what to think of Amren, then she hears her laugh. Gods that laugh, she falls in love almost instantly. 

-Elain starts to hang out with Amren, finding an excuse to be near the fire drake. At first she needs to borrow jewelry. Then asks about a rare flower. Everyday she is drawn to Amren’s apartment. 

-Amren starts looking forward to Elain’s visits. One day she does not show up and she goes into a panic. When she finally finds Elain gardening, of course she is gardening. Amren notices that she is not paying an ounce of attention to the flower garden, but an herb garden. Elain quietly tells her that she has been growing herbs that made even rabbits taste good. 

-Amren melts, no one has even grown herbs for her. No one. 

-Weeks go by and the pair find themselves together more and more. One night Elain even sleeps over. NO ONE, has ever slept over. EVER. 

-During a family dinner, Cassian makes a joke, poking fun of innocent Elain. He expects Az or Nesta to come to her rescue, but is very surprised when Amren growls at him. He wants to keep his family jewels, so he never pokes fun of Elain. Ever. Even if Amren is miles away. It is not worth the risk. 

-Months go by and the inner circle starts to notice how protective Amren is of Elain. Like hell she is going to the Hewn City. She will be no where near those war mongering Illyrian bastards, be happy that I let these two a hundred feet in her presence. 

-Elain whispers “I love you” right before falling asleep. Amren whispers back those three little words for the first time in 6 millennia. 

I did not know how much I needed Elriel until that fateful day @propshophannah messaged me. I have been hooked ever sense. 

I Had To- Simon Imagine

Miniminter x Reader

Requested: Nope from my own brain

Warnings: none really

This semi-based off of and I repeat semi-based off of an actual experience and that is a gif from that experience. And when I say semi- based off of I mean my cousin and I saw Coldplay in chicago and the show almost got cancelled bc of one thunderstorm and then we walked 6 miles back to our hotel in another thunderstorm and my shoes murdered my feet those are the only real things. Also sorry if this sucks I have no train of thought right now :/


Simon and I had been best friends since we were kids. We’d both always had a love for music but completely different kinds of music. I was more of an Alternative Rock and Pop kind of person while he preferred grime, rap and punk rock. My favorite band of all was Coldplay and Simon was well aware of it too. A couple months back I’d tried to get tickets to their concert at Wembley with no prevail but for my birthday Simon had surprised me with tickets and today was the day. About mid-afternoon there was a knock on the door of my flat.

“Are you ready for the best night of your life, Y/N?” Simon asked smiling

“Of course”, I laughed.

“Good we’re going to dinner first”, he said revealing a bouquet of red roses he had behind his back.

“These are beautiful”, I said admiring them, “you shouldn’t have.”

“It’s your day I had to”

I put the roses in a vase and followed Simon out the door. We walked a couple blocks to the place Simon ha picked for dinner. It was a fancy restaurant right between my flat and Wembley. We sat down at a table where they brought us glasses of wine and a basket of bread.

“You didn’t have to do this”, I smiled, “you could’ve gotten take out and we could’ve sat in my flat all evening and I would’ve been just as happy.”

“I had to, Y/N, you’ve been looking forward to this day basically your whole life I had to make it as special as possible. He then raised his glass,  "here’s to your patience.”

“To my patience”, I said with a laugh.

We clinked glasses and finished our dinner and walked a few blocks to Wembley. I was shaking with excitement walking to our seats. Simon had somehow managed to acquire perfect Seats looking straight down the stage and I was in awe.

“These are great”, I grinned, “you can see everything perfectly”

As the concert began my excitement was at an all-time high and Simon thought it was absolutely hilarious. I had basically become an insane fangirl right before his eyes and he was loving every bit of it. As the concert went on so did my rollercoaster of emotions tears were shed more laughs were shared and eventually it was all over. As we left Wembley, the beautiful summer evening had turned into a torrential rain storm and with no cabs in sight, we were forced to walk back to my flat. I hadn’t chosen the most comfortable shoes in the first place and then after drowning them and walking 6 kilometers they were extremely uncomfortable and had become rather painful.

I looked down to investigate and Simon must’ve followed my gaze to my bloody ankles. “Holy shit Y/N that does not look good do you want me to carry you the rest of the way because I can?”

“No it’s only a few more blocks but thanks”, I replied.

We walked the final few blocks to my flat. Upon entrance, I promptly removed my shoes bandaged my blistered heels and sat down on the sofa next to Simon.

“Thank you”, I said breaking the silence, “for the best night of my life and for being so wonderful no matter the rain or my horrible shoes.”

He laughed,  "You’re welcome, I had a pretty great time tonight too thanks to you.“

"You’re just easily entertained by my excitement.”

“I just love seeing you so happy.”

“Hey you made that happen, you bought the tickets, you brought me roses, you arranged dinner and you were there it was all you”, I said laying my head on the back of the couch

“You really think so”, he blushed bringing his face closer to mine.

“I know so”, I grinned.

He pressed his lips to mine passionately as if he’d been waiting the entire evening to do so. I ran my fingers through his damp hair as he slipped his arms around my neck.

We pulled away and he smiled, “I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile.”

“Me too”, I agreed laying my head on his shoulder.

Chadwick Moore, a 33-year-old journalist who lives in Williamsburg, had been a lifelong liberal. Then, last September, he penned a profile for Out magazine of Milo Yiannopoulos — a controversial and outspoken critic of feminism, Muslims and gay rights (despite being openly gay himself). Although the Out story didn’t take a positive stance — or any stance — on Yiannopoulos, Moore found himself pilloried by fellow Democrats and ostracized by longtime friends.

Here, he tells Michael Kaplan his story — including why the backlash drove him to the right.

When Out magazine assigned me an interview with the Breitbart.com rabble-rouser Milo Yiannopoulos, I knew it would be controversial. In the gay and liberal communities in particular, he is a provocative and loathed figure, and I knew featuring him in such a liberal publication would get negative attention. He has been repeatedly kicked off Twitter for, among other things, reportedly inciting racist, sexist bullying of “Ghostbusters” actress Leslie Jones. Before interviewing Yiannopoulos, I thought he was a nasty attention-whore, but I wanted to do a neutral piece on him that simply put the facts out there.

After the story posted online in the early hours of September 21, I woke up to more than 100 Twitter notifications on my iPhone. Trolls were calling me a Nazi, death threats rolled in and a joke photo that I posed for in a burka served as “proof” that I am an Islamophobe.

I’m not.

Most disconcertingly, it wasn’t just strangers voicing radical discontent. Personal friends of mine — men in their 60s who had been my longtime mentors — were coming at me. They wrote on Facebook that the story was “irresponsible” and “dangerous.” A dozen or so people unfriended me. A petition was circulated online, condemning the magazine and my article. All I had done was write a balanced story on an outspoken Trump supporter for a liberal, gay magazine, and now I was being attacked. I felt alienated and frightened.

I lay low for a week or so. Finally, I decided to go out to my local gay bar in Williamsburg, where I’ve been a regular for 11 years. I ordered a drink but nothing felt the same; half the place — people with whom I’d shared many laughs — seemed to be giving me the cold shoulder. Upon seeing me, a friend who normally greets me with a hug and kiss pivoted and turned away.

Frostiness spread far beyond the bar, too. My best friend, with whom I typically hung out multiple times per week, was suddenly perpetually unavailable. Finally, on Christmas Eve, he sent me a long text, calling me a monster, asking where my heart and soul went, and saying that all our other friends are laughing at me.

I realized that, for the first time in my adult life, I was outside of the liberal bubble and looking in. What I saw was ugly, lock step, incurious and mean-spirited.

Still, I returned to the bar a few nights later — I don’t give up easily — and hit it off with a stranger. As so many conversations do these days, ours turned to politics. I told him that I’m against Trump’s wall but in favor of strengthening our borders. He called me a Nazi and walked away. I felt awful — but not so awful that I would keep opinions to myself.

And I began to realize that maybe my opinions just didn’t fit in with the liberal status quo, which seems to mean that you must absolutely hate Trump, his supporters and everything they believe. If you dare not to protest or boycott Trump, you are a traitor.

If you dare to question liberal stances or make an effort toward understanding why conservatives think the way they do, you are a traitor.

It can seem like liberals are actually against free speech if it fails to conform with the way they think. And I don’t want to be a part of that club anymore.

It used to be that if you were a gay, educated atheist living in New York, you had no choice but to be liberal. But as I met more Trump supporters with whom I was able to have engaging, civil discussions about issues that impact us all, I realized that I like these people — even if I have some issues with Trump himself. For example, I don’t like his travel ban or the Cabinet choices he’s made.

But I finally had to admit to myself that I am closer to the right than where the left is today. And, yes, just three months ago, I voted for Hillary Clinton.

When I was growing up in the Midwest, coming out to my family at the age of 15 was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Today, it’s just as nerve-wracking coming out to all of New York as a conservative. But, like when I was 15, it’s also weirdly exciting.

I’ve already told my family, and it’s brought me closer to my father. He’s a Republican and a farmer in Iowa, and for years we just didn’t have very much to talk about. But after Trump’s inauguration, we chatted for two hours, bonding over the ridiculousness of lefties. But we also got serious: He told me that he is proud of my writing, and I opened up about my personal life in a way I never had before to him.

I’ve made some new friends and also lost some who refuse to speak to me. I’ve come around on Republican pundit Ann Coulter, who I now think is smart and funny and not a totally hateful, self-righteous bigot. A year ago, this would have been unfathomable to me.

I even went on a date this past week with a good-looking Republican construction worker, someone I previously would not have given a shot.

I hope to find out that it pays to keep an open mind.

And I hope that New Yorkers can be as open-minded and accepting of my new status as a conservative man as they’ve been about my sexual orientation.

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pairing: Jimin x Reader
genre: College au; fluff
summary: “ask and it shall be given.”
word count: 3.2k 


To be honest, college was not entirely exciting for you.

There was the endless need to submit papers, plus the fact that the readings that your professors assigned to you was endless. Furthermore, some professors did not care if you passed or failed, while some even did not care if you actually learned something in class. What was worse was the fact that some of your professors simply read whatever they would place on the PowerPoint.

And unfortunately, your first class in the morning was the kind of professor who did everything of the above. Plus, the fact that this class was a required minor subject, which you could probably slack off a bit, but still not afford to fail. But, you were on an academic scholarship, so you had to make sure that you did not get any grade below a C. Hence, you were going to have to make do with whatever you had to make sure you passed this class. 

Even if the professor sucked.

The bell rang, signifying the end of class, as your professor dismissed the class. He stayed in the room, however, since he still had another class after yours. After all, he was assigned to teach the morning classes of this particular subject.

You decided to text your best friend regarding where the two of you were supposed to meet that day, while you were on your way outside the classroom when you suddenly bumped into someone. You apologized quickly as you turned up from your phone.

“I’m really sorry! I wasn’t looking up at all,” you apologized to the person as he shook his head, giving a reassuring smile to you.

“It’s okay,” he said warmly as he moved to the other side of the path and went inside the classroom. You turned around and smiled, a bit satisfied that there wasn’t much fuss, but you suddenly felt someone tug your wrist, making you turn back.

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Guys Night Out ~ pt. 5

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: reader x Stiles x Stuart (little bit of Derek in this one too)

Rating: NSFW 18+ Explicit Smut

Word Count: 4344

Synopsis: Time to choose…

A/N: First, this is the end of Guys Night Out. I want to thank EVERYONE who’s read this trash, liked it or reblogged it. Y’all are fucking awesome and I couldn’t have done this without any of you!  Second, since this is in fact an AU, werewolves can get drunk. Let’s face it, it’s just so much more fun if they can! And lastly, if you’re having trouble imagining the dance part you can look here, this is what I imagined for the most part with some more sexy moves thrown in. Actually these are really fun to dance to so try them out if you feel like learning some new dance moves, there are tutorials for them! 

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“You were just an easy fuck, that’s all,” Stuart’s face is hard as steel, his eyes full of anger and hurt.

The tears in my eyes threaten to spill over as I stand in front of my best friend, completely shocked at the words that had just come out of his mouth.

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majesticlolipop  asked:

For the one word Sherlolly drabble thing (which you don't have to do by the way, I know I'm late to replying, I just kind of went to early last night!) my word is.... Golden. <3

He never understood why they were referred to as the ‘Golden Years’; it seemed ridiculous to expect the last decades of ones life to be the best. Especially after the kind of life he’d led - chasing criminals, besting Moriarty, learning the ins and outs of friendship with John Watson, finding love with Molly…

Ah, Molly. His thoughts came to a halt as his wife’s face imprinted itself on his mind. He easily summoned up a vision of her as she was when they first met, the day he first realized he loved her, the day they married, the day she gave birth to their first child…and now. 

He smiled as the image of her as she was now melded into the reality as she stood before him, peering down with a loving smile on her lips. He blinked and came fully back to reality. “Is it time?” he asked.

She nodded, leaning close enough to give him a quick peck on the lips. “Yup,” she replied, her excitement palpable. “Lizzie just called; they’ll be dropping off John and Harry on their way to the hospital. The contractions are only about 15 minutes apart so there’s time yet.”

She backed up so he could stand, an activity that took much more concentration than it had in his younger years and was accompanied by some annoying creaks in his joints. He straightened his jumper - he was wearing jumpers, oh how Mycroft would have laughed! - and reached out to draw his fingers over the familiar, well-loved contours of his wife’s face. “Thirty years,” he said wonderingly. “How have you managed to put up with me for thirty years, Molly?”

She tilted her head to one side and pretended to consider the question. “Hmm, dunno, but the sex certainly helped,” she finally quipped. “And the children and the grandchildren…yes, that must be it.”

“But mostly the sex,” he said with a wink, leaning forward to kiss her.

As he held his wife in his arms and waited for their son and his wife - John Watson’s daughter - to arrive with their grandsons, he thought he finally understood the concept.

Golden Years, indeed.

@shaym: To my little sis on her birthday - PLL has given me so many things I’m thankful for but you are easily at the top of that list. Having experienced something so life changing together has bonded us in a way that’s impossible to describe, and I am forever grateful you were by my side the entire time (literally 😬). We have spent so many early mornings and late nights together and it’s those moments, those exhausted, delirious, and hilarious moments I can’t wait to look back on in five years and tell our kids about years after that. I know this next year of your life will be your best yet and I am so lucky to be along for the ride. I love you Benz and I’m so thankful you were born. - Buttah 🙌🏽🎂👭 #buttahbenzo

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Request:  Imagine kissing the masked Leonard at a party

It wasn’t part of the original plan, but then, no part of arriving in 2013 was. But if there were one thing Leonard Snart was good at, it was adaptable. The second the team found themselves in Central City, with nothing to do, the thief had his intentions clear, and a plan was set up.

It was clear to everyone that had even been remotely close to you in October of that year that you were looking forward to the Star Labs ball more than almost anything, but despite your insistence, and desperate pleas to get Leonard to attend with you, he seemed to be the one man you could not convince.

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First of all i use this pic for everything ok
OKAY SO I’M LOOKING FOR PEOPLE TO TALK TO BECAUSE I’M LONELY AS HELL LATELY OOPS
I would prefer talking to girls because guys tend to be weird idk ;_;
A little bit about me I’m a very relaxed guy who’s very easy to talk to according to many people I’ve met on tumblr so that’s good right? I’m very emotional so like a friend to rant to would be nice, we could rant to each other :’)). I’m looking for someone who i can hopefully become best friends with and maybe even meet each other someday?
I won’t give too many of my interests out because i feel like it would suck the life out of a starting conversation sorryyy
I usually like having deep late night conversations about life and whatnot so i need someone who’s good at starting those 😭, I love writing music but i stopped bc reasons ;-; LEMME SAY NOW I’M A HUGE FLIRT AND FALL IN LOVE SO EASILY I SWEAR I’M A PAIN TO MYSELF
As of now I’m writing this realizing this bio is all over the place much like my mind and is probably too long I’m sorry
But if you wanna talk follow me on these things 👇👇👇👇
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I should also mention I’m 17 and from California can’t wait to talk 😊😊

MY BTS CONCERT AND (AWKWARD) HIGH TOUCH EXPERIENCE

Ladies and Gentlemen, hold on to your hats because this is gonna be one loooong emotional rollercoaster.

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shaym: To my little sis on her birthday - PLL has given me so many things I’m thankful for but you are easily at the top of that list. Having experienced something so life changing together has bonded us in a way that’s impossible to describe, and I am forever grateful you were by my side the entire time (literally 😬). We have spent so many early mornings and late nights together and it’s those moments, those exhausted, delirious, and hilarious moments I can’t wait to look back on in five years and tell our kids about years after that. I know this next year of your life will be your best yet and I am so lucky to be along for the ride. I love you Benz and I’m so thankful you were born. - Buttah 🙌🏽🎂👭 #buttahbenzo

I AM FOLDED (AND UNFOLDED)

this is my first wes & laurel fanfic in which wes finds out in the scariest way possible that she is pregnant with his child. now, sit back and prepare yourselves for a n g s t. 

title from the song ‘colorblind’ by counting crows that i definitely will recommend that you listen to while reading this. 


All that he is able to focus on is how the shade of her skin matches the white duvet that has been thrown over her, how the sound of her raspy breaths fails to fall in synch with the that of the beeping machine monitoring her heartbeat.

From his pocket he finds his phone where the text from her is still displayed on the screen. As soon as it’d showed, he’d raced out into the street: I need to talk to you. I’m afraid it can’t wait. Meet me at Annalise’s.

Something about it made panic prepare for rushing into his veins. When he showed up an hour later, his gaze and nostrils caught the smoke at once, as it evaporated in the November air like her name passing his lips. He was ready to break the barricades with his bare knuckles to get to her, but then a fireman finally noticed his tense facial expression and informed him that a young woman who was found alive amongst the flames had been brought to the hospital.

Alive, but in what condition? Even though the fresh air surrounded him, his lungs heaved as though they’d been battling the smoke too. “What started the fire?” He composed himself long enough to ask, but was only told that no one had any idea yet.

A little past four in the morning, he arrived at the hospital after walking down empty streets for almost an hour, looking at the kind of asphalt that he used to scrape his knees on as a child. Back then; he thought that there was no greater pain. As it turns out, however, there is.

Gathering his nerves into a pile and tucking them as far away from his gut as possible, Wes approached the nurse who was sitting behind the desk by the entrance. “Excuse me, I need to see Laurel Castillo, immediately.”

“Well, I’m afraid that you can’t, Sir. She’s in the ICU.”

“But you need to understand–“ He croaked, feeling his throat tighten like a knot. “She’s my wife.”

Wes was sure that he had never lied so easily in his entire life. Considering the sadness, which broke through within the nurse’s eyes at his words, it might just have been his best as well. Still, it wasn’t quite enough: “You’ll have to wait until she’s more stabile. Then, we’ll send you in, all right?”

Through his gritted teeth, an apology managed to emerge.

He spent the rest of the night in a shitty chair in the waiting room, unable to stop the thoughts from jumbling up like notes in his mind.

Finally, at 7:46 a.m (yes, he had been staring at the clock every two seconds), they allowed him to see her, but frankly his legs seemed to have turned into concrete over the night, and it took him nearly five minutes to walk to her bedside when he laid his eyes on her.

Now, the nurse has left him for five minutes to pick up some documents, but breathing isn’t becoming easier. Closing his eyes, Wes wonders whether his is nearly as raspy as hers or if it’s only something that he is imagining. The lump has returned to his throat as he dares to take her hand in spite of how he fears that she will crumble at his touch, turn into ash right before he wakes from this nightmare.

The sound of the door opening is muffled by his mind as he focuses on how raw her skin feels. Did the flames threaten to tear at it, kissing it quite differently from how he had three weeks ago. He tries not to think about that, but sometimes he can’t push the memory away. Robbing himself of the happiness that it brings him is becoming increasingly difficult as the days pass.

“Mr. Gibbins?” The story, he remembers. Laurel is his wife, who kept her last name, who was at their teacher’s house when the fire started, who nearly died while he wasn’t there. “She’s improving, albeit very slowly. The biggest concern we have right now is how much damage the smoke inhalation has done, to both her and the baby.”

Wes almost chokes on nothing. A long second passes before the words emerge, coated in disbelief: “The baby?” He would stand up, but it’s as if a 100-pound weight has been dropped to the bottom of his hollow chest. Maybe it’s his heart. “She’s– pregnant?”

Immediately, the nurse’s eyes widen apologetically. “You didn’t know? Oh, I’m so sorry, but I’m compelled to give you this information.”

Releasing a breath from the cage of his chest, Wes replies: “I understand,” before his mind drifts towards the memory of them next to each other in his bed, blissfully safe. “How far along is she?”

“About three weeks.”  

God. Parting his lips, he expects words to fly out as they normally would in a stressful situation, but they simply won’t. They have stuck to the inside of his throat while his heart is screaming with a force that pains his chest. Blinking tears away and clenching his jaw, Wes murmurs, his voice barely audible: “She is pregnant with our child. I–“ Ruthlessly, the tears cut him off as they come racing down his cheeks, spilling all his nerves and fears into the palms of his hands. It’s been a long, sleepless night, which means that he is simply unable to hide or suppress how scared he feels.

He didn’t think that he ever would, but right now he does not remember lying. He sits by Laurel’s beside like her husband, caressing her hand; crying for her, and for the baby that she never told him she was having.

Immediately, it hits him that that was what she wanted to talk about when she sent him the text at night. What else would it be? She was in the house waiting for him so that she could tell him that she was pregnant, but flames destroyed the whole damn building while she was in it.

When he finally looks up from his hands, struggling to breathe, he sees three familiar faces, frowning at him. They have replaced the nurse in the doorway, looking twice as worried, and it makes him feel nauseous. “Wes?” Asher whispers, taking a step forward, yet Michaela grabs his sleeve, tugging him back.

“Frank’s dead,” says Connor next to her, but Wes couldn’t care less at the moment. He doesn’t know how to feel anything except the fear that has mixed with the blood in his veins, even though he is aware that they all want him to say something, but it wouldn’t matter, not in this moment.

“We know that she’s pregnant, Wes. And now that the father’s most likely dead–“

“The father isn’t dead.”

“What do you–?”

Feeling anger build in his chest like a sudden tidal wave, Wes dares to look directly at them for the first time since they stepped in. Nevertheless, he is aware that he hardly will be able to scare them away by staring at them with his puffy eyes, although they have been reawakened slightly by lightning. “The father isn’t dead, because it’s me!” Just shouting threatens to take his breath as though he has walked into a brick wall. “Laurel texted me at 2 a.m. last night. She wanted me to meet her at Annalise’s house, probably to tell me that she was pregnant, but when I got there, the whole house was engulfed in flames. I know that you will blame me for this too, but I’m afraid you’re too late, ‘cause I’m already blaming myself for the fact that I might lose them both!”

Being angry hurts like needles poking at this chest, causing his body to shake until Michaela places her hand on his arm in effort to steady it.

“She’s only three weeks along. The nurses have told me that I must prepare myself for her having a miscarriage.”

“Wes…“

Honestly, Wes didn’t think that Michaela, who is usually all thunder and hurricane, could speak so softly, and he isn’t sure how to interpret it. Is she speaking like this because she knows what is going to happen? Is this more pity than it is comfort?

Of course it is. If Laurel lives, their child most likely won’t, and if she dies then he loses both of them at once, which will pain him in ways that he can’t even imagine without wanting to throw up.

Surprisingly, Connor brings him a mug of black coffee - perhaps expecting him to drink it or maybe he is aware that at the moment, Wes wishes that he could drown in it, so that the liquid blur out every thought that keeps his chest gasping for air.

Taffy stuck, tongue tied
Stuttered shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside

His mother used to listen to that song all the time, and it’s only now that he fully understands why she said that she related to it so much. Everything hurts to the point where nothing else can be felt, turning his skin numb to Michaela’s reassuring touch and his eyes blind to their worried eyes.

And all that is left is how badly he wants to reverse time until the scent of lavender in her hair and the shelter of her body returns to his senses, so vivid, so… alive.


When Laurel wakes up two days later, he is at her beside alone, and he knows that it is selfish to not call the others, but the only thing that matters right now is the color that’s slowly making its way back to her cheeks. He’d spent the past forty-eight hours in her apartment, looking at every page of every book and clutching every form of fabric in hope of finding a piece of her there.

Now, her blue eyes easily find his, and his heart skips a beat. “I need… to talk to you,” her strained vocal cords struggle to form the words, so he simply places his hand on the side of her face, thumb caressing her cheekbone.

“I know. You don’t have to think about it right now, Laurel. Whatever happens, I promise that we’ll figure it out together, all right?”

“But…”

“Sssh… We’ll figure it out.”

She believes him, or at least that’s what her tiny smile tells him, and he can’t help but grin with relief, his heart fluttering. Alive.

I’m just really fucking numb about what happened last night. Concerts are places of safety and happiness for so many people. I’ve been in that arena so many fucking times, seen my favourite people live there, experienced the moments of pure happiness when the lights go out and an entire arena of strangers suddenly unites in their shared love, happiness. I just don’t get it. I’m heartbroken.

Sugar Rush (V, You) Scenario

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(Your POV)

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I lay in bed, staring aimlessly at the ceiling of my small bedroom. The night was still outside, the stars hidden against thick clouds surrounded by a stagnant atmosphere. And all I could hear was a soft hum I couldn’t really pinpoint the source from and the soft click of the wall clock as it looked over the time.

Curling my body to the right, my eyes settled on the window which was covered by a sheer cloth. I blinked, watching as the moon casted it’s light against the glass which shrouded my room in bluish haze.

I breathe in. Then breathe out.

Funny how something as simple as breathing could make my chest ache so badly.

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You

“Your smile,
the reason I still show mine.
Your eyes, the reason why my favorite color suddenly changed,
The way you blind me to the point where all I see is you,
Your voice that brings symphonies to my ears,
The warmth in every touch that feels like home,
Your presence that made me realize that what i really wanted was right next to me, The way you cling onto me like it’s your last breath,
The things that you’re Ashamed of the most are what I love the most about you,
Your short lived, Inspired attempts on holding onto strict propositions,
Your sarcastic attitude that blends in with my gullible personally,
The way you drown yourself in music when you’re in grief,
Your dreams that I’ll do my best to bring to life,
These things are apart of the infinite reasons on why I love you,
I won’t buy you a box of chocolates, or a teddy bear,
or a bed of roses that all can be easily replaced by another,
Instead, I offer you a memory in hopes that it won’t fade. ”

@ the anon from yesterday im sorry for snapping. beans is slowly learning commands. her vet bill for a ten foot blockage that nearly killed her was well over what i had saved for her training because as we all know life happens and life doesn’t care that you’ve been saving. ive done what i can at home but she gets distracted easily by the rest of my family. she sleeps in my bed every night, growls and barks when i feel weird and need to test my blood sugar, and knows when i need my meds because dogs can like… smell the difference in time. i felt like a failure and had to step back and tell myself i am doing my best to get better because i need doctors more now than beans/qwerty needs training. she does everything i need her to do (med reminder, blood sugar reminder, etc) so unfortunately idk when her training is. i need to save up about 100$ for just basic obedience because universe knows she needs it. unfortunately i need basic things more than Qwerty needs at the moment (she has everything she needs minus training) like clothes that fit and socks for my feet.

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{May 25, 2015}

I dated someone for 2 years before Kaleb walked into my life again. I didn’t realize how toxic it was until Kaleb came along. Never have I ever felt so respected, so loved or cared for. When I’m with him, I can be 100% myself and not feel judged. He treats me like a Queen.

I’m grateful to have spent a lot of time with Kaleb this past month. Commuting two hours back and forth every other weekend or so makes you have something to look forward to.

Kaleb came to my prom (the long prom dress) and we had fun, but it’s much different when you’re on a schedule trying fulfill each prom festivity such as pictures, dinner, dance, and post prom. Then I went to his “prom” called Mayfest the next weekend (the short dress) and it was easily one of the best nights of my life. We went to dinner with all of his friends whom are so so welcoming and then we danced the night away. Afterwards, Kaleb, Marco (one of Kaleb’s best friends), and I all went back to Kaleb’s house and had a laid back night.

Halfway through our long night, Kaleb took me to the kitchen, sat me in a kitchen chair, told me to wait, and left. When he came back, he had his guitar in his hand. I had been asking him for weeks to play for me. Not only did he play for me, but he sang for me too. He learned one of our favorite songs “All the Same” by Sick Puppies. No one had ever done anything so meaningful and thoughtful for me before in my life. I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world. I know I am.

Later on that night, Marco ended up falling asleep and Kaleb and I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning talking. We talked about everything. Our past, our present, and our future. I had never felt comfortable talking about that kind of stuff because you never know if they are going to be in your future. After that moment of talking about everything, I knew he would be a part of my future. I fell for him. So hard and so fast over the course of that night. It’s one of the best feelings in the whole wide world.

Kaleb and I had a conversation back in December about falling love. He told me he didn’t like talking about it because he felt like you just don’t know you’re in love until you are. Like when you get married. So I knew that this topic wouldn’t be easy to bring up but I wanted him to know. No matter if the feelings are mutual or not. I looked at Kaleb at 4 in the morning and said, “Kaleb. I have something I want to tell you. And I know you don’t like talking about it because you don’t know until you know…” and he cut me off. He looked at me with the most beautiful green/blue eyes, held me tight, and said, “Shelbie, I’ve fallen for you. There’s no doubt in my mind that I am completely in love with you.”

It’s moments like those. Those moments of impact that’ll change your life forever. The way you see things, the way you feel things. My life will never be the same. Life is sweeter, brighter, better. I’m in love with my best friend, and he is in love with his.