guess i should go eat now


     "I like him,“ Shard said eventually, breaking eye contact first and smiling to Asher. "He can stay.”
     "I didn’t realise that was up for debate,“ Loch said, raising an eyebrow as he ate his first mouthful of sorbet.
     "It wasn’t,” Asher grumbled, glaring at Shard. “She’s winding you up.”
     "Ineffectively,“ Loch scoffed.
     "Oh? Guess I’ll have to try harder.”
     "You can try.“ Loch shrugged, unfazed, and continued to eat his frozen breakfast. "But you can go ahead and give Asher back his phone now.” Asher looked at them both, then patted his pocket where his phone should have been. “She took it when she left your room.”
     "He is a quick one, isn’t he.“ Shard stood up with a snicker, and held the mobile out to him. "Here.” She smirked when Asher snatched the phone from her and hastily shoved it back into his jeans. “Just trying to keep you on your toes.”
     "And why do I suspect you’re lying?“ Asher asked wearily.
     "Demon,” she replied jovially with a wink. “Well, I’ll leave you lover boys to it. See ya round!” Asher had to admit, he was impressed when Loch barely even blinked when she disappeared without a sound.

I worked as a cinematographer for five years. An old friend asked me to “help” him for a few days with a music video he was directing. On the first day of filming, he revealed that: a) I was the only person he hired, b) he doesn’t own any cameras, and c) he has no knowledge of operating any filmmaking cameras. 

During the filming, he kept brushing off my advice and gave me vague instructions. A few hours later, we took a break.

Me: Do you have anything to eat?

Client: No, I’m not really hungry. Were you working on an empty stomach all along? Dude, you should learn to carry your own snacks. I do that all the time. It’d be good for you.

We were filming at a remote cabin by the lake with no cell reception, so I couldn’t get food. He gave me some of his snacks and told me I eat a lot. After he kept me working much longer than he promised, I told him that I need to leave and pick up the filming the next day. 

Client: You have to go now? I guess that’s fine. But you don’t need your camera until tomorrow, right? You should leave it here. I want to walk around and experiment how my locations will look. I also need to practice filming.

Me: No, I have to take it with me.

Client: Okay, fine. Wow, I guess you’re really attached to your camera! 

He had a way of suggesting my needs were personal faults. I wouldn’t have been surprised if I asked to be paid, and he responded “I guess some people are just caught in the rat race, man!”

Play Me // A Dylan O’Brien Smut

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Daddy Kink, Oral (both), Spanking, Teasing, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Unprotected Sex, and Swearing.

Word Count: 4,915

Song: Despacito by Luis Fonsi Ft. Daddy Yankee and Justin Bieber

A/N: This is 100% because of the video that came out. The second I saw him playing the drums again, my mind immediately went to sin. I MEAN FUUUCK LOOK AT THIS GIF PEOPLE, HOW CAN IT NOT? Also, thanks to @stilinski-jpeg for keeping me sane throughout the writing process of this fic. Love you so much! 💖

In case you haven’t seen the video or you want to watch it again on loop if you’re like me. 

Fuck, I moaned internally as I watched him lick his plump lips in pure concentration, an immediate ache already rushing to my core just at the sight of Dylan’s sinful tongue.

His fingers were curled around the drumsticks and his muscles were flexed against his biceps with each movement he made as he played the drums in front of me. It took every piece of discipline I had in me to continue playing my saxophone and not toss it on the ground just to throw myself at him. Dylan had such an effect on me that I was constantly turned on whenever I was around him — and he doesn’t even have to do much to get me worked up. Just the way he is can get me easily horny alone.

It all started the night we first created this blues band. He was the drummer we recruited along with his friends Thomas and Dexter for strings and vocals. The three were undoubtedly talented and the perfect additions to our band, but Dylan… he was the perfect addition to my body. That first night the entire band partied to celebrate the arrivals and drinks were the main theme. One thing led to the other and, the next thing I knew, I was rushed into the nearest bathroom and being pushed up against the closed door. Dylan’s calloused hands gripping my leg and hitching it across his waist as he pounds into me mercilessly, fucking me so hard that I couldn’t walk the next day.

His eyes looked up at me for the slightest second and I could see the small smirk dangling from the corner of his lips, my breath hitching in my throat and disrupting my saxophone playing. Dylan noticed the way his smirk made me feel the need to press my thighs together and decided to play even dirtier by winking. I immediately moaned which came out as a strangled note from my instrument. The entire band looked at me with judgemental eyes at my horrid playing, but I was too busy focusing on Dylan chuckling lowly to himself.

“Alright!” I frustratedly shouted, surprising everyone in the studio. “Can we just please take a break from jamming right now? We’ve been at this for hours!”

Our vocalist shrugged carelessly and looked to his fellow bandmates, all shrugging as well before Tommy spoke up. “I guess we should. Maybe we can get something to eat?”

“Yes!” Dexter sat up from his stool, smacking his hands together. “Let’s go to that restaurant we had dinner at yesterday! They had the fucking best chicken fried rice.”

Everyone else agreed, each sharing the food they desperately wanted to eat there again. Well, all except for Dylan and I who were too busy staring at one another, lust burning our pupils to the point of no return. His eyes dipped for the slightest second to rake all over my body, gazing at the low-cut in my crop top before his eyes returned to mine with a cocky grin now invading his pink lips.

“You know, I think we should play our song one more time.” Dylan spoke up, his eyes never leaving me. My own narrowed, immediately understanding how much he still wanted to tease me. “To get it perfect before we officially record it.”

Again, everyone shrugged and agreed with his suggestion. Usually, I love how open they all are for anything but not today, not when I desperately want to feel Dylan’s dick twitching inside of me again as it quickly rubs against my tight walls.

“No, I think we should eat.” I counterparted, pulling the strap of the saxophone off my neck and placing the instrument in its case. “We need the break.”

“Maybe you need the break, kitten.” He raised an eyebrow tauntingly. “I mean, you do seem tense. What’s gotten you all worked up?”

The glare I gave him was nothing short of intense and full of raging fire. He and I both knew what he was doing, especially since he used that damn nickname that did inexplicable things to me. The entire band’s eyes were fixed on me and Dylan used the opportunity to run his fingers over his scruff as he winked yet again, fully aware of his power against me.

Fine then, two can play at this game.

“Having to constantly blow.” I retorted and it was my turn to smirk when his eyes widened. “The instrument, I mean.”

“Well I think you blow just perfectly.”

I was certainly glad that everyone else in the room was terrible at picking up on our innuendos and the incredibly strong sexual tension between Dylan and I. We haven’t exactly told anyone about us yet — mainly because we don’t even know if there is an us. We’ve been hooking up whenever it was convenient but with Dylan’s crazy schedule, it’s been pretty hard to maintain a physical relationship let alone possibly start an emotional one.

“Just one more?” Dylan teased and my mind immediately went to all of the times I begged him to quit pleasuring me when I was already so overstimulated, but he just kept going at it. “And then, I’ll- we’ll stop.”

“Just. One. More.” I stated through clenched teeth.

Picking up my instrument again, Dylan’s eyes were hooked on me as I licked my lips and wrapped them around the tip of my saxophone. The rest of the band members prepared themselves again and Dylan tapped his drumsticks three times to indicate the starting tempo. As soon as he was finished, we were all off and the song started playing beautifully. Despite not missing and mistaking a single note, Dylan and I focused on each other instead of our instruments. The walls of the studio were shaking at how loudly he was playing, each bang vibrating through the floor and into my body. It only made the aching in my core grow even more uncomfortable as it vibrated my cunt, forcing me to hold back any moan I wanted to release.

I watched as his head nodded along with the rhythm he created, his knees bouncing up and down as his feet continuously slammed on the bass pedal to carry the entire beat of the song. I hated to admit it, but our music would be nothing without Dylan’s talented drum skills. He was undoubtedly enjoying himself, the melody completing taking over his body… except for the eyes boring into mine that is.

Fuck, it should be illegal to look that fucking good playing the drums.

I thanked the Lord when the song was finally over and I managed to play every single note without letting Dylan distract me, despite almost falling prey to him many times. He put the drumsticks down on the floor and picked up the green bottle of beer from it instead, his lips pouting as he took a long sip. I was practically drooling at the sight of his adam’s apple moving up and down as he swallowed the bitter liquid. Everyone else, including me, put their instruments away for the time being.

“Time for grub!” Dexter celebrated and the entire room boomed with laughter at his excitement for food. Normally, I would be right there with him but at this moment all I could truly focus on were the way Dylan’s eyes were calling me.

“You guys go ahead.” Dylan stated, standing up. “I think I’d rather eat Chipotle.”

“You sure?” Tommy asked, everybody already at the door. “You should come eat with us so you’re not alone.”

“He won’t be alone. I’ll go with him.” I spoke up, clearing my throat. “Gotta have those delicious chicken cutlets.”

“Suit yourselves.” He shrugged, guiding everyone out of the studio and closing its door behind them.

It was as if the second that door sealed shut, every bit of sexual tension we were trying to keep to ourselves was released out into the air. Just the thought of what was undeniably about to happen next made my pulse accelerate, my heart pounding against my chest. I wasn’t the only one effected as I watched Dylan take slow steps towards me as if I were a magnet pulling him in closer and closer. He was practically undressing me with his eyes and usually I would blush at such a forward act, but now right now. Right now, all I want him to do is give into the lustful things his eyes are telling me.

“So,” I broke the silence, my breath unstable as he finally reached me and placed his hand on the small of my back. His lips brushing against my neck, making goosebumps cover my skin. “How about we go eat take out?”

“No, kitten.” He whispered, my body shivering at the feeling of his lips touching my ear. “I’d rather eat you out, instead.”

Dylan’s mouth immediately moved to mine and he crashed his lips against my own. I couldn’t help but moan into our sudden kiss, throwing my arms around his neck. His skillful lips meshed with mine in such a fiery and passionate pace, he almost made me lose my balance. My hands didn’t just remain on his neck as he successfully seduces me, but ventured over his back and explored the amazing feeling of his flexed muscles pressed against my palm. Our breaths mingled before Dylan licked my bottom lip with his tongue and I instinctively opened it for his tongue to have its very welcome entrance. I could taste the alcohol in his mouth along with the mint from his toothpaste and all of my senses were heightened, begging for more of him.

I broke the kiss, but he chose to continue teasing me as his lips moved to my jaw then my neck. Not even bothering to hide the fact that he was currently creating a purple bruise on my skin with his smooth assaults. My fingers gripped onto his back, my nails digging into our band’s t-shirt. He chuckled on my neck and I instantly whimpered at the resonance.

“Please, I have been unbelievably horny since the moment you walked through that door today.” I moaned. “Just fucking do something already.”

“Patience, kitten.” Dylan retorted, his fingers moving to the hem of my high-waisted skirt just to tease me. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“Not when their friends will be back soon.” I mewled.

“Honestly, they could walk in on us fucking and I wouldn’t even stop.” Dylan nibbled on my ear. “Now, kitten, tell me all of the things you want my mouth to do to you. Teach me your favorite places.”

“You already know my favorite places, Dylan.” I responded and definitely didn’t miss the cocky grin he played on my skin.

“Just because of that impeccable response I’ll give you want you want, babygirl.” He whispered huskily before moving his hands to the back of my knees and lifting me up.

This time I was the one who started the desperate kiss as he walked forwards, my back suddenly hitting the wall behind me. I lost my rhythm with his lips and failed to remain the dominant one when his hands massaged the back of my thighs, sparking more desire throughout my entire body. Just as I was about to try and get my power back, Dylan unexpectedly broke our kiss. Our panting breaths hitting each other’s faces before he started to push me up. I looked at him with wide eyes, but allowed him to do whatever it is he’s planning to do. The next thing I know, I’m so high up that he wraps my legs around his neck.

With my legs dangling over his shoulders, Dylan moved one of his hands to my inner thigh and purposely drummed his fingers on my skin before reached the area closest to my core. I bucked my hips for him to do more and, to my surprise, he actually did. Dylan suddenly ripped apart the thong I wore and felt no remorse towards ruining something I owned, and, honestly, neither did I. I was so glad there finally wasn’t anything keeping him from touching me anymore that I didn’t even bother to think about the consequences.

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding about how horny you are.” Dylan chuckled, certainly staring at the arousal covering my cunt. My hips twitched the second his finger swiped through my slick folds and a shameless moan fell from my lips when he licked his wet finger with his tempting tongue. “God, kitten, you always taste so damn good.”

“P-Please.” I begged.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” Dylan smirked, nibbling my outer lips. “I know that I’m a drummer and I’m good with my hands, but damn kitten.”

“And I’m a saxophone player, I’m very good with my mouth.” I retorted, raking my fingers through his dark strands. “Which I’ll gladly use on you if you just give me what I want.”

“Well, you certainly have a way with words, babygirl.” He stated before finally doing what I wanted him to by swiping his tongue up my core, my vocal chords releasing the most animalistic moan the second the tip of his tongue touched my clitoris. “Damn, you sing the second I touch you.” He chuckled. “Kinda like playing the piano.”

“Then, play me.”

The last thing I saw was Dylan’s pupils dilate just before he dipped his head under the fabric of my skirt along with his hand and began his mind-boggling pleasure on my core. His tongue created fast and steady circles on my sensitive nub, immediate pleasure striking through my veins. However, my body buzzed intensely the moment he pushed a finger into my soaking heat and pumped it repeatedly. My eyes instantly shut tight and chose to only focus on the feelings he was creating inside of me.

I squirmed and my hips bucked involuntarily, my own fingers clutching onto his hair. He grunted at the harsh feeling and my lungs immediately gasped when the vibration of his voice rippled through my core and initiated the build up now invading me. I could feel my nipples hardening against the cheap fabric of my bra and I desperately wanted to pinch them in between my fingers — which is exactly what I did after I let go of him to rip apart my blouse along with my laced bra. Dylan couldn’t exactly see what I had just done, but he definitely put two and two together at the sound of the tearing fabric and didn’t hold back his moan. Letting what remained of my shirt and bra fall to the ground and playing with my nipples in my fingers, I felt as Dylan added another one of his in me. He increased the pressure and the pace, giving more power to my build up.

“F-Fuck, baby.” I moaned audaciously. “Just like that.”

He followed my request and continued moving his two fingers in my tight cunt rapidly, but his lips however wrapped around my clit. His tongue still licked and played with it as well, but now he had added his sinful mouth to the mix. My sensitive nub enjoyed the attention it was getting from Dylan, flashing pure thrill and bliss straight to my build up.

Carefully hearing out how responsive I was being, Dylan decided to do more when he knew I was ready for it. He scissored his two fingers inside of me and I screamed, my body already shaking with its arriving orgasm. Dylan’s addictive movements in my cunt only stopped right when he knew I was going to cum and curled the tips of his fingers against my walls instead, the perfect amount of pressure I needed to fall into my release.

I didn’t expect Dylan to stop as I came, but I certainly did expect him to when I finished. However, he did not halt his actions at all. In fact, Dylan only increased them. His hand removed itself from my core and returned its post on my thigh along with the other one. He pulled back from the wall and my own hands immediately flew to his hair for stability, but I didn’t make it in time. Although his grip on my thighs were incredibly strong enough and wouldn’t let me completely fall, I couldn’t help but squeal when the top half of my body dropped down, by back now resting on his legs.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get more intense, Dylan slipped his tongue into my cunt and I urgently wrapped my arms around the back of his knees. The new position enhanced everything he was doing to me, expanding my pleasure by one-hundred percent. I whimpered and mewled at Dylan’s invasive touch, considering how overstimulated I was. But, he didn’t stop his attempt at giving me more than one consecutive orgasm.

His tongue was deep in me, constantly brushing my g-spot, and he licked around my walls, definitely enjoying my taste by the way he moaned continuously along with me. My back arched and my legs shook again at the feeling of his tongue literally fucking me just as Dylan’s thumb applied unbelievable pressure on my incredibly swollen clitoris. Not only making me reach my orgasm and cum, but literally fucking gush. My immense arousal squirted out of my cunt, certainly soaking his entire face.

This time Dylan did stop, but only when he deemed ready. My core was throbbing intensely as he walked us over to his drumming bench and asked me to place my hands on them for him to pull my legs off of his shoulders and carefully settle them on the floor without the risk of hurting me nor letting me fall. Once he laid my legs on the ground, my butt involuntarily sitting down too, I watched with hooded eyes as he pulled his shirt off his body and used it wipe his face clean.

“Take your skirt off, kitten.” He commanded, unbuttoning his khakis and letting them drop to the floor.

“Yes, daddy.” I bit down on my lip, enjoying the view of him momentarily losing his shit at the nickname just as he stepped out of his pants pooling at his feet.

“Daddy, huh? Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier…” He smirked, taking taunting steps towards me. “Now, why don’t you kneel here in front of daddy?”

I didn’t say anything, I just changed my position to settle on my hands and knees and slowly crawled in his direction. The feeling of my skin scraping against the rug burned, but I chose to ignore it. I could see the huge bulge in his grey boxer-briefs create a wet stain with his increasing precum at how the sight turned him on beyond compare and it boosted me to sway my hips more, my confidence growing. Dylan’s hand moved down to his crotch and he slowly palmed himself over the fabric before becoming impatient and pulling down his boxers just enough to start touching himself. Immediate heat and lust rushed back to my core at the way he pumped his own dick, my mouth drooling at his actions.

Once I reached him, I placed my hands on his bare thighs to steady myself as I settled just on my knees, the rug digging into my skin. Our eyes were locked together, my mouth inching closer to his shaft. He didn’t stop masterbating even when I took his tip into my mouth and sucked profusely, his throat making its own strangled noises. My tongue licked the precum off of his slit and Dylan’s hips bucked, involuntarily​ pushing a little more of him inside my mouth. I swatted his hand away and he let both of his hands run through my hair as I took in as much of his cock as I could. Dylan gathered my hair together in a temporary ponytail and whilst my mouth bobbed his dick rapidly, my tongue would constantly graze against his prominent vein on the underside of his member.

“Shit, kitten.” Dylan moaned, bucking his hips faster. “Your talented lips feel so fucking good around my cock. Thank God you’re so invested in playing the saxophone.”

I moaned around his staff and he immediately growled at the intense vibration, his hand gripping tighter in my hair. Impatient with letting me be in control, Dylan pulled my hair back roughly, my head going along with it. Then he, suddenly, pushed my head right back to take him in again deeply — so deeply that his swollen tip lodged in the back of my throat. Dylan created this new pace where he would pull my hair to guide his dick in and out along with his thrusts. The stinging pain on my scalp from his harsh pulling did not overpower the lust inside of me and I willingly allowed Dylan to use my mouth as a damn fucktoy.

“Fuck me, babygirl.” He grunted before unexpectedly pulling me back and not letting me take him in my mouth anymore.

Suddenly, Dylan tore my grip away from his thighs and let my hair go. He took a step back, my palms immediately landing flat out on the floor to keep from falling. The strands of my hair swayed to the front of my face as he stepped out of his boxers and walked behind me. I heard him fall to his own knees and, without any warning, a loud sound of Dylan’s palm slapping against my skin echoed in the room along with the sound of my scream at the stinging pain of just getting spanked.

“God, I fucking love your ass.” Dylan confessed, sinking his teeth into my cheeks and letting go right after another scream escaped my lips.

“Jesus Christ, Dylan.” I grunted, already out of breath. “Just stop teasing and shove your dick inside of me already.”

“Did you just call me Dylan?” He tisked and I could picture him shaking his head. “You know that’s not what I want, babygirl. Which means I won’t give you want you want.”

“N-No, I’m sorry!” I whined. “Daddy, please.”

Dylan surprised me when he pushed just his tip inside of me, my core pulsing around him. However, he stopped teasingly and it drove me absolutely crazy. I tried bucking my hips back, but Dylan just grabbed my waist roughly and halted my attempts.

“Come on, daddy.” I whimpered at the feeling of his dick throbbing. “Just fuck me.”

“Like this?” Dylan asked, slowly pushing in until he was buried to the hilt before pulling back out at the same agonizing pace. He did this a few times and my body begged for more, not able to withstand the slow rate.

“Faster.” I begged impatiently. “You know how I like it rough.”

Dylan moaned at my commands, but continued his vehement torture anyway and I wasn’t having anymore of it. Bringing my hands back, I ripped Dylan’s off my waist and he almost lost his balance at my sudden movement. Pulling his dick out of me, I pushed him to lie down on the rug and threw my legs over his hips to straddle him. Both of my knees settled on the rug and Dylan’s eyes widened at me before they narrowed with a growing smirk.

“Damn-” He began to speak, but my finger flew to his lips and stopped him from continuing his sentence. His eyebrows quirked in curiosity and I simply gave him the most smug grin I could put together.

“I’m in charge now.”

Dylan’s dick twitched in between my thighs at my new confidence and his hands flew to my hips, allowing me to do whatever I damn pleased. I grabbed his shaft before positioning it at my entrance and sitting down on him until I felt his balls on my ass. His head instantly fell back to the ground, his eyes shutting tight. Thanks to how fucking wet I was from just having two orgasms (and counting), it wasn’t hard to glide him in and out of me. Both of our throats erupting into uncontrollable moans and neither one of us had the intention to stop.

My hands were splattered out on his chest, my nails raking down his skin and digging into it as his own fingers gripped my hips tightly to help guide me. I bounced up and down on his cock, the wet sound of skin meeting every time my cheeks came into contact with his balls. Dylan growled lowly whenever my nails created stinging shapes in his flesh. My build up returned stronger than ever, already licking at my veins. Dylan could sense how close I was from how I tightened around his shaft and his eyes opened, a sense of mischief pooling in them.

One of his hands made its way to our repeatedly connecting bodies and everything inside of me jerked the moment his fingers applied rough pleasure on my clit. A flash of heat spread through my body as I screamed, not able to hide how much I loved his addictive advances. However, it was when Dylan sat up and not only changed the angle but pushed me back a little so he could attach his mouth onto my breast that the build up won. My arms wrapped around his neck to keep some sort of balance as my body violently shook with its intense orgasm. I continued to bounce on his dick and Dylan grunted loudly when I clenched around it. His teeth bit my nipple harshly and I screamed, all of my senses dancing on the surface of my skin.

Even as my body fell limp and stopped moving, Dylan didn’t. His hand on my hips wrapped around my waist and elevated my body slightly before thrusting up into me. At this point, I couldn’t even control the overwhelming amount of screams falling from my lips along with his name.

“That’s right, kitten.” He managed to say through moans. “Scream my name and forget every other name that exists. I’m the only one that can fuck you like this.”

I felt that same flash of heat again, followed by another and another as he continued to thrust up into my g-spot, his cock rubbing so fucking deliciously against my tight walls that it made me want to cry. No crashing waves and no build up, this time a violent pleasure tore through me. A whiplash of ecstasy snapping at my clit and spreading everywhere. Dense streams of cum slithered down my legs and I noticed as it soaked him, dripping down his cock, covering his balls and pooling over his thighs.

His fingers changed its pace on my overly sensitive nub and I crashed again, falling deep into the abyss of euphoria. Each climax was unique and when the final one was drawn out of me, I actually cried — like literally. My tears rolled down my flushed cheeks. My lungs hurt at the lack of air. My throat was dry from screaming too much. My lips were raw from the insane amount of kissing and biting down on them. And every joint in my body ached.

When he noticed I couldn’t handle anymore, Dylan pulled himself out and laid me down on the floor. I was completely out of breath and unable to move my body, but I still watched with hooded eyes as he crawled over me. Each of his knees settling beside my shoulders, his hands moving down to my head and grabbing my hair.

“Do you wanna taste daddy’s cum, kitten?” He teased and I immediately nodded. “I’m gonna need you to say it.”

“Yes, daddy.” I spoke up, my hands holding onto the back of his knees. “Fuck my mouth.”

That’s all the incentive he needed to shove his dick into my mouth and I gladly welcomed it back. Dylan used his hand on my head in synch with his thrusts to control how deep he wants to go. Because he was already so close to his edge from constantly feeling my cunt tighten around him, Dylan was already falling off of it in a matter of seconds. It only took a few thrusts and my mouth hollowing out as my tongue constantly licked his sensitive tip. Dylan’s hot release immediately shot out of his slit and landed on my palate, the delicious salty taste of his cum making me moan.

“God, no one can give a blowjob like you, babygirl.” Dylan whispered huskily, laying back down on the floor beside me.

The sexual tension in the air eased down and was replaced with pure bliss, both of our chests rising and falling with heavy breaths. All of a sudden, Dylan turned around and nudged his face amongst my shoulders. Goosebumps making its ways on my skin at the feeling of his hot breath against my neck as he wrapped a lazy arm around my waist.

“What'cha doing there, Dyl?” I asked curiously.

“Breathing in your neck because you always smell so good.” He shrugged.

“Well, I’m just gonna pretend that’s not a weird thing to say.” I chuckled and he laughed with me.

“Sorry.” He smiled, placing a chaste kiss on my skin. “Would you rather I whisper things into your ear so you remember them when you’re not with me?”

“Hmm, that would be nice.” I smiled before it turned into a grin. “But, I’d rather go eat that take out.”

Scale Squad pt. 3

Turtle: I think the Scale Squad should go out at night and search for the vampire.

Me, Lizardfolk: Is that what we’re called now?

Yuan-Ti: I guess


Near the end of the campaign.

Me (OOC): Wait… Were us reptiles in a separate room because of my eating humans comment?

Dwarf (OOC): Maybe…..

Game Night (Ethan x reader)

It was game night. Mark and Ethan had finished recording all the videos for the day, Amy and Kathryn had finished editing, and Tyler…Tyler had woken up from his nap. To celebrate the day, the team decided that playing monopoly was the perfect reward. To your surprise, they invited you to play with them, well Ethan did. You had met Ethan over a year ago, in such a cliche and awkward way that sometimes you thought you imagined it. It was your first week being in LA and the only place you were used to, besides your apartment, was the coffee shop down the road. The morning rush was bustling in and out of the small cafe and you had just wanted to get a cup of coffee to wake you up. Of course, life was never that simple. As you were walking back to your house, coffee in hand, an energetic blur bumped into you as they past, causing you to not only spill your coffee on yourself but on them as well. Lucky for the both of you it was an ice coffee. The blur had traced back their steps to stare at you with guilt filled eyes, “I am so, so, sorry. I wasn’t even looking, I was so excited about getting to-I’ll buy you a new coffee, I promise- oh, of course you’re wearing a white shirt that’s going to stain!” His words came out so fast, you were worried he was going to run out of breath.You put your hands out, attempting to calm him down.

“Whoa, whoa. It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You chuckled, surprised someone could be this distraught over spilled coffee. “I needed to get away from the heat anyway.”

He had smiled at your (very bad) joke and stuck out his hand, “I’m Ethan.”

You took his hand in yours, surprised by your confidence, “Why hello Ethan, I’m Y/N.” And the rest, as they say, was history.

You smiled at the memory as you waited for someone to open Mark’s door. Ever since then you and Ethan were inseparable. When he wasn’t working of course. You would go to the movies, go shopping, eat out, anything that came to mind. He had even asked if you would be in his videos, though you said no, not wanting to be in front of the camera. And when he introduced you to his friends, there was no getting rid of you, the team accepting you into their small family. The door opened wide, breaking you from your thoughts, Mark standing with his arms open wide, a smile on his face. “You’re here!”

You spread your hands in response, “I’m here!” You laughed. Satisfied, Mark nodded, dropping his hands and stepping to the side to let you in.

“Everyone is in the living room, we’ve been waiting.” A playful glare was thrown your way.

“A person can only walk so fast.” You passed by Mark, heading to the living room.

“You could always, oh I don’t know, drive your car.” Sarcasm dripped from his words.

You fake gasped, “How could you even suggest a thing?”

Before Mark could answer, another voice joined the conversation, “Suggest what?” It was Katheryn


“He propositioned me!” You spoke with an accent, as if you were about to faint while pointing to Mark and walking deeper into the living room. Ethan got up from the couch and stood behind you.

“How could you?” He placed his hands on your shoulders, shaking his head disappointingly at Mark.

“I would never!” Mark walked over to stand next to Amy who was sitting and laughing with Kathryn on the couch as the scene fell before them

“You callin’ me ugly!?” Tyler then joined the laughing girls, joining Ethan behind you and patting your shoulder sympathetically.

“Amy, contain your heathen!” Ethan pointed from over your shoulder, you could barely contain your laughter.

“Heathen!?” Mark’s face broke your resolve and soon all five of you were laughing hysterically. You calmed yourself down and looked to the people around you.

“So, monopoly?” The laughing started again.

You had been playing for who knows how long, friendships were being ruined left and right, no one was safe. Kathryn had quit, giving all her spaces to Amy, which didn’t last long since she went bankrupt soon after. Mark begged for money as he saw his stack running low and no one landing on his spaces but he too fell victim to the monopoly board. You, Ethan, and Tyler were left, Tyler getting cocky as he was the one with the most money. Until her fell on boardwalk, where two houses stood.

“OH, pay up gigantor!” You held your hand out, a shit eating grin on your face. Tyler counted his money, his frown deepening as less and less money could be called his. When all of his money transferred to his other hand he dropped his head in shame, handing the money over. “HA, I’m rich, big boy, RICH.” Amy and Kathryn laughed from the side, while Mark comforted Tyler.

“It’s ok big guy, shhhh, don’t let the mean Y/N hurt you.” You stuck your tongue out at them before turning to Ethan.

“You sure you wanna do this little blue? I wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“Little? I’m bigger than you Y/N!”

“Details, details. I got you trapped, there’s no way you can pass my entire street.”

“Yea, well, I so can.” His eyes stared, worried, at the bored.

“Then take your turn” You couldn’t help the smirk on your face, you never won on game night.

“Oh, I’ll take it.” He moved to throw the die but Mark’s voice caused him to throw the dice off the table.


You and Ethan stared at Mark with wide eyes while the other three nodded in agreement. A smile slowly grew on your face as you turned to look at Ethan, him doing the same. “Should we tell them, babe?”

“Wha-babe?” Tyler sputtered. They ignored him. Ethan moved closer to you, a shit-eating grin of his own growing.

“I don’t know doll, we could always keep them guessing.” At this point you two were sitting next to each other, looking at each other with huge smiles. You were going to kiss him, not being able to stop yourself when a hand pushed your face away. From the sound Ethan had made, you could tell the other hand did the same to him. Mark was now in between you two, Amy, Kathryn, and Tyler in shock behind them.

“Woah, woah, woah, woah.” He removed his hands from their faces, instead pointing at them both. “Woah. What?”

Ethan peaked over Mark’s pointing finger, “Shall I do the honors?”

“Oh, I think you shall.” You responded with a wink, Mark’s hand returning to your face as he shushed you.

“We’ve been dating for a couple months now.” A collective ‘what’ came from the four friends, Amy’s ‘why didn’t you tell us?’ standing out. Ethan shrugged, “Nothing really changed between us. Now we just kiss and stuff.”

“And stuff.” You wagged your eyebrows, the joke too obvious to make. Ethan blushed.

“Awwww, look at the blue boy turning red!” He squished Ethan’s face, laughing as he did.

Amy and Kathryn cooed as Ethan blushed more from the teasing, congratulating you and him as they did. “Ok, ok, get your hands off my boyfriend.” You swatted Mark away, moving him so you were in front of Ethan. He stared at you, happy that his friends now knew about them.

“Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss” Tyler chanted, his fist pumping in the air. You looked at him with a look screaming ‘Are you serious?” He shrugged, “We’ve been waiting for this to happen since he introduced you to us so-KISS,KISS,KISS-” Soon the other three started to join in as well.

You turned to Ethan, moving in close, “Well what do you say?”

He moved in closer, “I say we give the people what they want.”

Your lips were about to touch when you stopped, looking up into Ethan’s eyes. “But first, I’m going to kick your ass in monopoly.”

“Oh, you’re on!”

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Originally posted by wellcometothedarkside

Pairing: Dean x wife!Reader
Word count: 730
Warnings: Insecurities, swearing, talk of porn

Part 7 of Last Chance

It was about Dean’s birthday, and you wanted to do something special for him. And hopefully work on your marriage at the same time. While him and Sam were on a hunt, you got what you needed. You’d texted Sam, asking him about taking the kids for a night, and he quickly agreed, happy to get time with the kids.

You were prepping everything for dinner that night when you heard the boys walk in. “Welcome home!” You smiled, moving towards the door. “Sam, the kids are ready to go.” He grinned at that and made his way towards where he heard them playing.

“Why is Sam taking them?” Dean asked, furrowing his brows.

“So we can have the night to ourselves. I’m making homemade fries, burgers, and pie. Then I got something special to wear for you.” You grinned, biting your lip.

Dean smirked. “Oh, really?” He asked, sounding like he liked that idea. Moving a bit closer, he put his hands on your hips and kissed you gently. “Guess I should go get cleaned up, shouldn’t I, Mrs. W?”

Your face lit up at that, something that he didn’t miss. Dean wasn’t blind, he saw how everything was eating at you. He just didn’t know how the hell do deal with it. Feelings weren’t his strong point. So, he did was he always did- ignored it. Now he’d have a night to focus on you.

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Mr. Wolf

Summary: Could you write a Reader x Derek Hale where the reader finds an injured wolf (who is Derek stuck in wolf form because he is too injured to shift back) and she takes care of him? Maybe like Derek she’s his mate and is nervous about how she’ll react when he shifts back and she finds out what he is and that she’s his mate? Thanks xo

Characters: Reader, Derek Hale, Sebastian(Jinxy)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 1895

Request: Anon

AN: This is really looooong. I’m surprised I wrote something this long… Hope this is kinda what you wanted. 

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Justin Foley Imagine/ Fast Cars And Pretty Scars

Warnings: Depression , eating disorders , cussing

I do NOT romance eating disorders nor depression , if this triggers you please do not read

*Request are open

You always new Justin, I mean who didn’t ? He was on the basketball team, he was the most popular guy in school, and the most hottest, but he was also your best friend, on the internet.

You guys only talked on Instagram, it was such a weird way how you guys met actually.

You were scrolling down your explore page and saw him, you decided to click on his profile, you saw a couple of his photos and noticed his jersey , it was your school logo,

“No way!” you said as you grabbed a chip and ate it

He went to your school, but you never saw him, how strange.

You decided to like a couple of his school photos, just two, you didn’t want to seem too desperate .

After that you decided to go to sleep, you had a big test in the morning and wanted to be wide awake.

You woke up 20 minutes late, of course. 

“Oh shit!” You hopped out of bed and got dressed, did your eyebrows and mascara real quick and then went to Starbucks, because no matter how late you were, you always went to Starbucks

“Hey Y/n!” your favorite barista yelled

“Hey!” you yelled back

“Regular?” he asked

“You know it!” you yell back

“Got it!” he said as he grabbed a cup and started to drink it

After getting your drink you thanked him and walked to school

“Great idea on wearing heels Y/n.” you said to yourself

You get to school with seconds to spare, the second bell was going to ring but you opened the door and screamed “I’m here!” you said

“Oh great to make an appearance Y/n.” your teacher said “Now sit.” she said with a stern voice

You giggle and sit down drinking your coffee. 1st period was boring as always.

2nd period you were getting nervous because you had two more periods until your test , so your next periods you were practicing for it, not really paying attention to anyone or anything, thus you were not looking at your phone.

4th period you were quite nervous, looking around and looking at your notes, your teacher was 10 minutes already.

Everybody was very mad and upset because this test was 90% of your grade.

You decided to look at your phone to keep your mind off of things , you look at your notifications, and you see a follow on Instagram

You look at the person “Justin Foley followed you” you read, you decided to click on the profile and it was the guy who your semi stalked last night

“Oh my gosh!” you said out loud but nobody cared because they were too busy talking amongst each other

“Should I follow him back ?“ you thought

As you were about to hit follow back your teacher comes in so you put your phone away so it wouldn’t get you in trouble.

You could barely keep your eyes on the test, each minute felt like an hour, this was terrible, you wanted to follow that guy back, and you were very interested in him.

Well after your test you were just really glad to eat lunch finally, you ate alone because all of your friends had 2nd lunch, you had 1st.

But that didn’t bother you, you hated when they watched you eat anyway.

So since you had sometime on your hands you decided to go on Instagram.

You followed that guy back and you instantly get a Dm

“Hey there.” you read

You replied back “Well hello :)”

“I saw you go to the same School as me.” he said

“Oh so you’re stalking me? Lol. Jk Yes I do.” you replied

“Haha, I mean if that’s what they call it these days I guess :)” he replied

“Well how come I never see you?” you asked

“I don’t know, but you should.” he replied back

“I should?” you asked

“Yes, right now.” he replied 

You freaked out, you had 10 minutes left at lunch , how was that going to work?

“What period are you in?” You asked

“It doesn’t matter, meet me in the library in 5.” he replied

After that you and Justin became the best of friends , you talked everyday, on Instagram, and talked on the phone every night. The only time you saw each other was after school, and he would always give you a ride home, then drive back to school for basketball practice, but through the months you developed feelings for him, and you didn’t know if you should tell him or not, it was a constant struggle.

You understood that Justin was your best friend, and he was always there for you, but he couldn’t always be there for your physically, and this is were you had a problem with.

You had a eating disorder, you thought you weren’t pretty, you wanted to be like the girls on Instagram, like the girls on tv, like the girls on the magazines, but you weren’t , at least in your eyes, you never told anyone this, you always swore to yourself not to, because lets face it, you struggle with yourself already, telling someone would just add to it.

One day Justin took you home and you were just not feeling it, especially today.

“Hey you okay?” he asked with one hand on the wheel and the other on your lap, rubbing it, he was always the one to care physically.

You shoved his hand away , “Not today Justin.” you moved way to the other side of the car, looking outside the window

“What happen?” he asked , his eyebrows knitted together, signaling he was concerned.

“I’m just having an off day.” you said, not even looking at him

The rest of the ride home was quite.

He stops at your house and turns off the car, “Hey.” he said looking at you

“What?” you say with an attitude, feeling terrible right after.

“It’s Friday night, I have a game, you should come.” he said

You looked at him shock, he never invites you to his games.

“Really ?” you ask

“Yeah! And then after me , you, and my friends can all hang out, it will be fun.”

You were a little hesitant . 

“Oh come on, please!” he grabs your hands, you loved when he touched you.

“Okay okay fine!” you said

“Yes! Okay the game starts at 7:00Pm so don’t be late.” he says

You get out of the car, “You got it.” you say walking away.

This was going to be your first outing with Justin, you never hung out with him after almost a year of being best friends.

You had to look your best.

You looked at your self in the mirror, and you looked down at your stomach, you felt terrible.

You felt with your body since the 8th grade, your body wasn’t like the rest, your had hips, and a big ass, which all other girls made fun of, but in reality they were just jealous, but that stuck with you till this day.

You would eat less and workout more.

You skipped breakfast, and would only eat when your parents made dinner which wasn’t a lot.

Justin wouldn’t notice because he would only see you when he drove you home, and he didn’t really have his eyes on you.

You sat on your bed , crying and just looking at your body, debating on what you should wear, how your hair should look, your makeup.

It was 6:30pm and time was running out

You grabbed your red flannel, jeans, and some shoes and ran out the door.

Running to Justin’s game you barely made it in time.

6:58pm and you walked through the gym doors, you look for Justin and he was already on the court, he noticed you and smiled, you smiled back and also waved.

You looked for a seat and the game began.

Your school won of course, you guys always won.

He celebrated and you were there, cheering him on, you ran to him and congratulated him, he hugged you and thanked you, it felt like you guys were a thing, for a split second, and for that split second, you felt happy for once in your life.

You all gathered outside and he introduced you to all of his friends, knowing them already from his Insta post but still acting like you knew nothing about them.

“so where are we gonna eat I’m starving.” one of his friends asked

“Yeah dude lets eat.” an other said

Oh no, you thought.

“How about Dennys? I’m craving some breakfast .” Justin said

They all agreed.

“Come on Y/n you can ride with me.” he said

“Oh great.” you said , voice a little shaken.

The car ride was pretty fun, he talked the whole way there, he was happy, and you could tell, you liked seeing him happy because if he was happy , you were happy.

You laughed at his jokes and his over reaction on the game, telling you everything that happen , even though you were there.

When you got to Denny’s your stomach was in knots, and you were about to break a sweat, Justin could tell you were nervous

Putting his arm around you he smiled “They’re my friends, they won’t bite.” he said as he laughed, you laughed too but he was off, that wasn’t your problem.

You all sit down and oder water with lemon, then you all talk amongst yourself getting to know all of Justin’s friends.

Justin was right, they were nice, I guess what they say about jocks isn’t all true.

They were down to earth, sweet, but mostly funny, there would a couple of girls who you seem to get a long with pretty well, asking you about girly stuff, you guys quickly became friends.

The waiter came and your world flipped upside down, asking everybody what they wanted to eat, you looked down at your menu, pretending you were still thinking, watching everyone take their order you became very anxious, it was almost your turn, and you didn’t know what to do.

“Y/n,” Justin said as he rubbed your leg

“What?” you snapped out of it

“Oh umm I’ll have a salad. Plain.” you said

Everybody looked at you a little weird

“Is that all?” the waiter said

“Yes, thank you.” you gave the menu to him.

“Are you sure that’s all you want? I got you if that’s the problem.” just asked with a smile

“I’m sure, my parents made me eat dinner before I came.” you said, lying to his face.

“Awe they care about their little girl.” he said

“Shut up.” you said pushing him while everybody laughed and moved on with another conversation.

The whole night you enjoyed each others company, and you barely touched your food, but nobody paid attention to what anybody was eating, they were too busy cracking jokes, making fun of one another, and of course, gossiping.

You were actually having a good time, you made new friends, you even went to the bathroom with the girls in the group, you exchanged numbers and already made a group chat that night so you guys could gossip about the boys without them hearing you.

Well before you knew it was around 1:30am and you were all pretty tired.

You payed your check and Justin took you home.

Before you got out of the car Justin stoped you.

“Hey,” he said with his voice sounding so sleepy.

“Yes Justin?” you asked

“I’m glad you came.” he smiled

“I’m glad you invited me.” you smiled “Get home safe.” you said as you walked to your door.

Justin waited for you to unlock the door, then he waved and drove off.

You went to bed with butterflies in your stomach that night.


The next couple of weeks were like that night, every weekend you guys would hang out, you would go to the movies, the mall, the beach, you officially had those type of friends , and you were really happy about it.


As the days to graduation grew closer , the senior parties were getting more crazier, Of course Justin was invited to all of them, and of course he invited you and of course you came, you wore a black skin tight dress with tights and some heels, he never seen you that way, and for a split second, he liked it.

Every party Justin would beg you to drink and every party you denied.

“Come onnn!” he would have his arm wrapped you

“If I drink who is gonna take care of you?” you asked laughing

“You can still take care of me I promise!” he said

You just laughed and would deny overtime.

Justin would drink, a lot, and at times it would upset you, because by the end of the night he would be thawing up in the toilet, and he would be your responsibility .


Well time had come that it was the night before graduation, and Justin had thrown a party this time, this night, changed your life.

You came in a floral top, jeans, and heels. looking for your girlfriends you quickly found them and began to gossip about all things girl related.

Soon you see Justin and tell them you will catch up later, by this time they all know you loved Justin, no matter how much you deny it. They don’t believe you.

“Hey!” you say as you walk up to him

“Hey there.” he gave you a hug

“Whats your poison for tonight?” you asked

“A little bit of everything.” he gave the cup to you

You took it and drank it.

“Whoa you’re actually drinking tonight?” he asked

“It’s graduation ever, why not?” you said

He laughed and poured you a drink so you could drink with him, you and him played beer pong, played flip cup, never have I ever, and all the other games you play when you’re pretty much drunk off your ass.

“Come on, I wanna show you something.” he said as he takes you to his room.

“Okay.” you stared to become sober, because it was Justin’s room, and you never been in there before.

He opens the door and it was a typical jock room, he had trophies, a bed, movie posters, a game system, and a laptop .

You guys sat on the bed and and just talked until you saw something on his desk

“Is that, a Ninja Tutrtle action figure?” you asked getting up and picking it up.

“Hey hey hey it’s not just a Ninja Turtle okay?” he said joking

You laugh push him a little and he pushes you a bit too.

You walk around his room and make fun of him for all the little things he still has as a kid, but in a joking way, suddenly Justin gets a little too close yo you and you’re facing face to face.

“Justin..” you whisper softly

Justin’s eyebrows knot together, and his hand rubs your cheeks, and for once in your life you decide to make a move, and you kiss him.

You kiss him, but he isn’t kissing you back, you step back and look at him, his face is confused, and his eyes are open wide.

“Y/n I-I don’t, I’m sorry I-” he said 

But you already walked out of the room, your heart was in your stomach, he made you feel like an idiot, he tore you into pieces. He destroyed you.

You ran all the way home, and when you got home you locked yourself up and cried, you cried all night, you didn’t sleep, you just cried.


The next day you still are in bed, crying and just watching youtube videos, but of course nothing is working.

*Knock Kock* on your door “Sweetie, it’s time to get up, you have a hair appointment in an hour.”

“Yeah.” you say, trying to keep yourself from crying

You still stay in bed, watching videos of cute puppies.

With only 15 minutes to spare you take a quick shoer, get dressed and head to the hair salon. 

You had an awful time, sure it nice, but all you could think about was Justin.

You go home and get in a fight with your mom, saying how un appreciative you were for the hair do and what not.

You once again lock yourself in your room, she knocks on the door, letting you know your were going to need to be ready in two hours tops

“I’m not going.” you yell

“What?”she says “Oh yes you are, all our family is going!” she yelled

“I don’t care.” you yelled

“Y/n if you aren’t down here in an hour I swear!” she yells

You roll your eyes and start to do your makeup


Getting to graduation you noitce Justin and you quickly look away, you couldn’t help but start to tear up.

As your names get called Justin got up and received his, you just stared at him, wishing last night never happen.

Then after a couple names you were called, you didn’t smile, you didn’t laugh, you just relived it , and moved on.

Justin looked at you, and he looked sad, but like I said, you kept it moving.

After graduation your family all came and gathered around you , congratulating you and hugging you, you fake smiled the whole time, it was complete torture.

Justin was with his family and his best friend 

“Hey whats up, you’ve been down all day.” he said

“I-I think I made a mistake last night.” Justin said 

“What happen.” he said

“Last night, Y/n, she kissed me.” he said looking at his best friend

“And what did you do?” he asked

“Litteraly nothing. And I regret it.” he said, clenching his jaw and knuckles

“So, go get her.” he said 

“Now? In front of everyone?” Justin asked a little shocked 

“There’s no better time but now. It’s now or never.” he said

Justin’s friend was right, he had to do something, and he had to do it quick.

He walks up to you, while you were in the middle of taking pictures with your family

“Justin , what are you doing?” You asked a little shocked , your heart pounding

“Something I should’ve done a long time ago.” he said , 

He then grabs your face with his hands and cups it , then rubs your cheeks softly and kisses you, you kiss him back right away and all of Justin’s friends cheer and so do yours.

After that you and Justin became a couple, and you were inseparable . 

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Prompt: playful bantering! (also you're doing an awesome job, thank you for all your prompts they are super helpful!)

//Thank you!

“What was that? I should eat your favorite cereal? How generous of you!”

“Oh, ew, you’re making me have feelings. Gross.”

“I don’t recall asking you, but thanks, I guess.”

“Oops, I complimented you. Now your ego’s going to grow.”


Klaus x Reader

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“I can’t believe you hooked up with the guy that was trying to kill your sister.” Hayley chuckled as she hopped back in the car.


“Why it’s not we get on that well, plus he was hot and I’m never going to see him again… I wish Kathrine would come back she was cool.” You grinned when Hayley shook her head.


“At least you didn’t go for a Salvatore I guess.” She shrugged and sat back in her seat as you pulled out of the petrol station.

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“Hey, Drax, how you today?” Peter asked Drax as he approached the brute.

Dra looked at Peter weirdly. He noticed Peter’s hint of annoyance in his tone. “Fine?” Drax replied not exactly knowing what to say.

“What about my sister, do you think she’s ‘fine’?” Peter questioned.

Again, Drax was confused and gave Peter a muddled expression. “I’m sorry, I do not know what you mean,” he said to him.

“Y/N! Get out here!” Peter called. 

You stumbled out to the area of the ship where everyone was. You saw Peter in front of Drax and kind of guessed what was going on. You had sort of mentioned to Peter that you had liked Drax, so now he was being the pretentious older brother and confronting him.

There was an awkward silence that was filled with confused, angered, and worrisome looks. You decided to take the initiative to say something. “Drax, Peter has obviously spent too much time in open space so I’ll drive us to a nearby planet,” you stated. “We should go grab a bite to eat there.”

“Groot,” Groot said in agreement.

You shook your head at the tree like being. “No, Groot, I was thinking just me and Drax,” you told him with your eyes going back to Drax who had pink tinted cheeks now.

Bonjour, Bitches! {Jefferson x Reader} ~ Part 1

Jefferson x Reader - Modern AU {Tech Company} 

1,552 words

Warnings: none :D 

A/N: Guess who’s baaaaaack!!! So…turns out I can’t write while I have freakin’ homework hanging over my head. Glad we figured that out. The good news is I’m almost on spring break (woooooo), which means I’ll prolly crank out the next parts of this long, long-awaited series in short succession. Really sorry about the time it took to write/post this. Also, I know this probably isn’t as exciting as you hoped, but it’ll get better. Im pinky promise :D 

A/N 2: Also, I didn’t proofread this bc I was so excited to get it posted!! 

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Thomas Jefferson, retrieval specialist and hitman, pulled his hair into a ponytail with a sigh. It was supposed to be an easy job—just get the information, plant the virus, and get out. Two weeks tops. But on Day 20 of the job, Jefferson did not find himself lounging in his new mansion in Virginia like he had planned. Instead he was walking to yet another board meeting with Alexander Hamilton, the up-and-coming tech mogul, and his brilliant team of programmers, media consultants, and PR reps.

Hamilton made Jefferson’s blood boil, and not just because Hamilton was Jefferson’s rival in the market of technology. The man was so arrogant and opinionated. Their countless meetings dragged by, simultaneously irritating and boring Jefferson to the point of tears. He disagreed with Hamilton on every major issue involving the company, but Jefferson couldn’t say anything because he was Gilbert Lafayette, at least he had assumed Lafayette’s identity.

Lafayette, Hamilton’s French PR coordinator, had only begun working with Hamilton for two and a half weeks before Jefferson arrived, which wasn’t enough time for Hamilton or the rest of the team to really get a good idea of what his temperament was like. Therefore, Jefferson only had to mimic Lafayette’s knowledge of the project and his appearance, which was strikingly similar. They were both around the same height and had similar dark skin, curly black hair, and sleepy-looking features. Virtually the only difference was that Lafayette pulled his hair into a ponytail while Jefferson preferred to keep his down. Jefferson’s employer had made sure Lafayette was sent back to France to work on another project, and he wasn’t scheduled to return for another month. Any correspondence from Hamilton’s team to Lafayette was sent to Jefferson’s email and/or phone, cutting off Lafayette so he wouldn’t be suspicious and giving Jefferson access to all information concerning the project. His employer had been very thorough when thinking about the details.

Deep in thought, Jefferson walked down the hallway, his long legs carrying him at a quick pace, and rounded the corner to the conference room. He checked his phone, confirming that he still had several minutes before the meeting started.

Suddenly, he felt someone bump into him and heard both a whoosh as papers fell to the floor and a gasp in his ear. He turned, and his body reacted before his mind registered what just happened. He reached out and grabbed your waist as you fell, pulling your back into his front.

Hercules Mulligan picked that exact moment to poke his head out the conference room door. He loudly guffawed, staring at Jefferson intertwined with this poor girl.

Jefferson followed Herc’s gaze to where his hands were, not around your waist as he had originally thought, but around your chest, touching your breast. You quickly wiggled out of his arms with an indignant cry, your face turning as red as your dress.

“What the hell?” you shouted.

“I am so sorry,” he breathed, forgetting his assumed French accent for a moment. “Are you okay?”

You tried to discreetly rub your sore breast; he had quite the grip. “Doesn’t feel like it.”

His deep brown eyes searched your face for a moment. Satisfied that that, and possibly a bruised ego, was the extent of your injuries, he bent down and picked up the papers strewn about your feet. Oh, shit. Did I forget the French accent? he thought.

“My humblest apologies,” he said with the accent, handing you the papers. “I was so lost in thought that I didn’t hear you coming.”

“What happened to your accent?” you asked sourly.

He froze. “Que?”

You rolled your eyes. “Forget it. Just watch what you’re doing.”

Jefferson’s eyes followed you as you walked into the conference room, clutching your papers to your chest. His heart sunk a little as he realized that you were the new PR representative Hamilton had hired. You two were going to work together on a lot of projects.

Clenching his jaw, he slipped into Lafayette’s goofy, laid-back persona and walked into the conference room.

“Bonjour, bitches!” he shouted, internally glaring at the group who excitedly acknowledged his presence.

“Hey, Laf!” greeted John Laurens.

“What were you up to just now?” Herc teased, wiggling his eyebrows at Jefferson and you.

The team consisted of Alexander Hamilton, the boss; Hercules Mulligan, media consultant; Laurens, some sort of programmer; Lafayette/Jefferson; and Aaron Burr, financial advisor. You glared at him from your seat next to Burr and rolled your shoulders.

“Laf,” Hamilton said, catching your attention. “This is Y/N. She’s the new PR representative.”

Jefferson nodded curtly at you. “Oui, we have already, how you say, ‘run into’ each other.”

Hamilton missed the tension between the two of you and turned to you. “Y/N, this is Gilbert Lafayette, our French PR representative. You two will become great friends in the next couple of months.”

Your expression ran through surprise, disgust, and irritation in a shockingly short span of time, settling on grim acceptance. You held your hand out to Jefferson.

“Nice to meet you,” you said coldly, your eyes flashing dangerously.

He took your hand, fighting the urge to gasp as your touch literally shocked him. Apparently you felt it too because you quickly withdrew your hand and sat back down.

Jefferson watched you with a confused expression for the length of the meeting, trying to figure out what it was about you that had his mind sprinting a million miles a second. No girl had ever made his body react that way before. He’d definitely dated before, sometimes even girls he met on the job, but they’d always been distant from the mark. No distractions, no mistakes. That was his motto.

“So you just click here, and then again here, and you should be good to go,” the IT guy—Chris? Carl? Cody?—told you, leaning over your shoulder as he guided you through the program.

He was too close to you to be displaying appropriate workplace behavior—you could almost feel his breath on your neck and smell his spicy cologne. Were there any men at this company who would respect your personal space? In the four hours that you’d worked here, a man had already gotten to second base with you and now another one was about ready to blow in your ear.

You gritted your teeth and forced a smile.

“Thanks, I think I got it now,” you told the IT guy, dismissing him.

Flashing you a grin, he left, disappearing into the blackness of the IT caves. You fought a shiver and turned back to your monitor.

Bonjour!” A man popped up on the other side of your cubicle wall, tentatively smiling at you.

You resisted the urge to scream for a moment’s peace and looked up, cocking an eyebrow. It was the guy from the meeting, the one who grabbed your breast. You hadn’t been able to get a good look at him when you first met, mostly because you had been busy avoiding eye contact with him in the meeting. He had dark curly hair tightly pulled into a ponytail. His neatly trimmed facial hair framed perfect, plump pink lips that parted to reveal a dazzling white smile. His sleepy puppy dog eyes held your gaze confidently despite the awkwardness between the two of you.

Of course he was attractive.

Your mood darkened a little more.

“How can I help you?”

“I just wanted to apologize for earlier,” he murmured, his voice sounding as sleepy as his eyes looked, like he’d just rolled out of bed. “It was a, how you say, reflex. I was merely trying to save you.”

You gnawed on the inside of your cheek as you tried to decide what to say. If you said it was no big deal, he wouldn’t respect you and he might try something again. If you let him have a piece of your mind, it would make working with him very difficult. You decided to go with a moderate approach.

“Just don’t let it happen again, and we won’t have a problem, mon collégue,” you replied.

“Oh, you speak Français?” he asked, sounding apprehensive instead of delighted.

Oui, j’ai vécu en France pendant un an.” (Yes, I lived in France for a year.)

Oh, comme c’est merveilleux.” (Oh, how wonderful.) His expression didn’t match his words. “I also came over here to set up a time to begin speaking and collaborating about that project we are doing together.”

He skillfully changed the subject, you realized, but you let it slide and opened your calendar on your computer.

“Well, so far I have the whole week free, except for a meeting tomorrow morning. Any time works for me.”

“How about after lunch today? I’m sure you have a, how you say, boyfriend, who will eat with you today. To celebrate your employment.”

You shook your head. “No boyfriend. I was just going to go try that sushi place around the corner. I’ve heard good things.”

Non,” he said emphatically, “that place is no good. There is a little French restaurant two streets from here. I will take you there.”

You hesitate. Two hours ago this guy grabs your boob after he almost knocks you over, and now he’s asking you to lunch? 

“I guess since you got to second base already, you should take me to lunch,” you teased. “I usually make guys take me to dinner first.”


@inimitabledaveed @living-breathing-bibliophile @theroomwhereithxppens @loqanhowlet @desperatepenguin722

sentence prompts ➝  lorde

green light

‘  We order different drinks at the same bars  ’

‘  I know about what you did and I wanna scream the truth  ’

‘  You’re such a damn liar  ’

‘  Thought you said that you would always be in love but you’re not in love, no more  ’

‘  I’ll come get my things, but I can’t let go  ’

‘  I whisper things, the city sings them back to you  ’

‘  All those rumors, they have big teeth  ’


‘  It’s time we danced with the truth  ’

‘  We’re sleeping through all the days  ’

‘  Will you sway with me? Go astray with me?  ’

‘  We’re King and Queen of the weekend  ’

‘  Ain’t a pill that could touch our rush  ’

‘  But what will we do when we’re sober?  ’

‘  These are the games of the weekend  ’

‘  We pretend that we just don’t care but we care  ’

‘  Can we keep up with the ruse?  ’

‘  I know this story by heart  ’

‘  We know that it’s over in the morning  ’

‘  You’ll be dancing with all the heartache and the treason, the fantasies of leaving  ’

homemade dynamite

‘  Don’t know you super well, but I think that you might be the same as me  ’

‘  Let’s let things come out of the woodwork  ’

‘  I’ll give you my best side, tell you all my best lies  ’

‘  Know I think you’re awesome, right?  ’

‘  Our rules, our dreams, we’re blind  ’

‘  We’ll end up painted on the road, red and chrome, all the broken glass sparkling  ’

the louvre

‘  Our days and nights are perfumed with obsession  ’

‘  Half of my wardrobe is on your bedroom floor  ’

‘  Drink up your movements, still I can’t get enough  ’

‘  But lover, you’re the one to blame, all that you’re doing  ’

‘  Can you hear the violence?  ’

‘  But we’re the greatest  ’


‘  You’re a little much for me you’re a liability  ’

‘  The truth is I am a toy that people enjoy ‘til all of the tricks don’t work anymore  ’

‘  I know that it’s exciting running through the night  ’

‘  Every perfect summer’s eating me alive until you’re gone  ’

hard feelings / loveless

‘  Please could you be tender and I will sit close to you  ’

‘  Let’s give it a minute before we admit that we’re through  ’

‘  Cause I remember the rush, when forever was us  ’

‘  Before all of the winds of regret and mistrust  ’

‘  Now we sit in your car and our love is a ghost  ’

‘  Well I guess I should go  ’

‘  These are what they call hard feelings of love  ’

‘  When the sweet words and fevers all leave us right here in the cold  ’

‘  I wish I believed you when you told me this was my home  ’

‘  I care for myself the way I used to care about you  ’

‘  Why even try to get right?  ’

‘  But I still remember everything  ’

‘  Bet you wanna rip my heart out  ’

‘  Bet you wanna skip my calls now  ’

Translation Ch 55: Coffin Obession

Rip. I was gonna post this earlier but things happen. Ferid continues to be that sick twisted guy that’s entertaining. It’s interesting that yes Mahiru’s presence can be felt by other vampires. 

Blurb: Ky Luc surveillance Ferid’s torture by exposure and yet he notices an unusual phenomenon…

Ky: Hm? Was that?

Ky: Hey, just now.
Did you move?

Blurb: The manifestation of Mahiru Hiiragi, her intentions are…

Chapter 55: Coffin Obsession

Ky: Why did you moved?

Ky: Tell me what made you stir?

Ferid: …Ah
The..the shadow…

Ferid: Oh…Lord Ky.
Is the torture over?

Ky: What’s with you?
What are you up to?

Ferid: None…
Nothing at all…

Ky: That’s a lie.
I sense something unpleasant here.

Ferid: …

Ky: …

Ky: Where are you looking at?

Ky: What?
There’s that terrible feeling again.

What is going over here?

Ferid: Gyaaaah!

Ky: Is there someone here?

Ky: Could it have been a ghost?

Mahiru: That’s right.

Ky: It looks like there’s no one.

I should deal with this for now.

Mahiru: Oh?

Ky: Sword, drink my blood.

Ky: …Oh.
That bad feeling suddenly vanish.

Did it died? Ah, well.

Ky: Huh?
…Is that an engine running?

Ky: Right, now should I…

Ky: Go after it?
Or leave it be?

Ky: How irritating.
Was that ingenious trap of your doing?
Ferid Bathory.

Ky: Or was it the Queen’s?

Ky: …Ugh, I was stress just a bit huh.
No, it was more that I was coerced to feel victimized.

Ky: …Guess I’ll standby.

Mahiru: Oh Guren~ 

Shinya: Woah!

Shinya: Hey.
Wasn’t that a bit recklessly?

Yuu: Boy I’m so full!!!
Even though this was the first time I had meat!

Yoichi: Jeez, you ate a lot Yuu!

Kimizuki: Enough, I literally want to sleep now.
I feel so bloated.

Kimizuki: You guys can really eat your desserts.

Mitsuba: There’s always room for dessert.
Shinoa: Uh-huh.
In hindsight being able eat this cake is high-caliber femininity ability, you know.

Boys: ‘Femininity ability’?
Narumi: Are you asking for a fight?!

Mika: …

Yuu: Mika.

Yuu: You’re not gonna drink?

Mika: …No.
Yuu: Aren’t you hungry?
Mika: …Only a little.

Yuu: So what’s-
Mika: It just,
if I take this then it’s like I’m Ferid…

Yuu: Okay then have some of my blood after.

Mika: Uh…
Yuu: You see that’s why I stuffed myself full.

Mika: …

Mika: …I’m sorry.
I do want to drink.

Yuu: It’s fine.

[Be caution Crowely.]
[If you descend down without the humans a trap I construct will activate.]

Crowley: Hmm.
In other words you don’t want a vampire to find out.

[You have to stop Yuu-chan when he runs wild after seeing the corpses.]
[Or the equipment keeping the corpses contain will be broken.]

Crowley: What’s more.
This area is narrow. Wouldn’t that make stopping him impossible?

Crowley: In the end the point is to not have him go berserk.

But if I myself made sure how out of hand this shocking sight is…
I can also be braced for it.

Crowley: …

Crowley: A vampire trap.
A trap, huh…

Trap: Beep, Beep. Clank.
Crowley: Clank?

Crowley: Whaaa!

Yuu: What was that?
Yoichi: I heard someone scream.

Narumi: An enemy?

Yuu: We heard a shriek…
Anyway are you okay?

Crowley: No I’m not. I was prank pretty bad.

Yuu: By who?
Crowley: The work of a bully.

Crowley: It doesn’t matter, it’s done.
Did everyone finish up eating already?

Crowley: Ok.
Let’s head to the cellar then.

Shinoa: The cellar?
What is down there?

Crowley: I didn’t get a look at it either. So I don’t know.

Oh but even so,
let me explain first.

Crowley: There are corpses in the cellar. 

And I guess…
It’s likely the bodies of those important to you.

Crowley: Yet, Ferid’s ways of doing things are…

Mika: …After he toys with them into despair,
he’ll laugh and look upon the faces that are close to tears.

It’s no news to me.

Crowely: Then you should know.

What’s concerns me about it.
If the horrifying sight down in the cellar extends onto another problem then.

Narumi: You mean like Yuu going on a rampage, right?

Narumi: Okay, Yuu.
For now you should remain here.

Yuu: Hah? Like hell I will!

I’m going.
It’s my family that’s there.

Narumi: Are you kidding yourself?

My family is there too.
It’ll be difficult if you destroy the equipment down there.

Yuu: …Yoichi.
Yoichi: Yes?

Yuu: …I’ll carry Akane.

Yoichi: Yuu-kun
Shinoa: Yuu-san

Yuu: …It’s not like I haven’t been thinking over this.

The medicine Ferid injected me with is working.
My demon isn’t festering up anymore.

Narumi: How many times has it been?
That your ego winded up putting your comrades at risk?

Yuu: …

Crowley: No, that’s enough.

Crowley: In any case he has to come down with us.

Crowley: After all for us to kill the fifth progenitor we need the power inside him.
This is practice for controlling it.

If it looks like he gets out of control…

Crowley: I’ll slice off his limbs to end it.

Narumi: …Damn.

Narumi: And so with that,
we’re doing this then.

Yuu: …I’m sorry Narumi.

Yuu: But it’s my family.
I want to see them.

Mika: …

Yuu: So you can stop me if I go berserk.
Narumi: Don’t run wild instead.

Narumi: Also you don’t have to apologize.
Yuu: Hm?

Narumi: I know how you feel.

Yuu: Oh.

Yoichi: Yuu-kun.

Yuu: …

Yoichi: Uhm, could you hold on?

Just to be safe.
Relax first.

Yuu: …



Yuu: …I’m sorry, Akane.

That I escape all by myself….

Yuu: But.
I’m definitely going to bring you back.

Mika: …
You shouldn’t bring back the dead, Yuu-chan.

Mika: And if you were to for argument’s sake.

Mika: Nothing good will come out of it.

And at the airport didn’t you see the face that guy, Guren, made?
If Ferid’s tale is true then it’s that guy’s fault the world ended-

Yuu: Mika.

Yuu: I don’t give a damn about the world.

Mika: …

Yuu: Cause I understand what Guren felt.

Mika: …This is jumping right into the fire.
No, you’ve just played into Ferid’s hands.

Mika: Yuu-chan, I want to save you from this.

Yuu: Me too.
I want to save you too.

Yuu: That’s why I promise,
even if I sell out the whole world, I’ll turn you back to a human.

Mika: That’s-

Yuu: For Akane and the other children too.
For Narumi’s family as well.
And I’ll also get Kimizuki’s little sister back.

Crowley: To sum up,
you’re saying you’ll destroy the world for your ego?

Crowley: That’s incredibly greedy.

It’s just like a demon’s huh.

Flashback: You’re a demon! A demon child!
So you should die!!

Yuu: I am.
Though it doesn’t matter if I’m call me that.
Be it a demon or monster, either’s fine with me.

Yuu: So long,
as I’m able to protect my family.

The family who accepted someone like me…

Yuu: The ones here are my family.

Crowely: Well then
Let’s go see your family.



Yuu: …They’re here.
They’re all here…

Mika: Yuu-chan.

Mika: The tears won’t come.

I have to protect Yuu-chan only…

Narumi: Shuusaku…
I’ll definitely…

Shinoa: Did you know them personally?

Crowley: …No.
…Oh, I guess I did.

Seeing that Ferid is a rotten guy.

Shinoa: Do you also want to revive them?

Crowley: …Vampires don’t have those desires anymore.
That’s why we regulate the Seraph of the End.

Shinoa: Then what’s the method of controlling the power of the Seraph of the End inside of Yuu?

Is it in here?

Shinoa: …
This is the Imperial Demon Army’s Crest…

Shinoa: But these research data are kinda complicated.

It would take much time to decipher this just alone.

Crowley: Help should be arriving soon.

From your comrades.

Shinoa: …Our comrades?
But we don’t have any other comrades aside…

[bam, bang]

Shinya: Where are we?

Guren: Shouldn’t you know from a glance?
It’s a haunted house.

Blurb: Guren joins in!! Will they unite?

He had shrunken her down and swallowed her. Everything was wet, damp and warm as the flesh of the stomach squeezed and pulsed all around her body. It was as if the stomach was trying to sap her of her energy as she pushed and kicked at the walls that tried to cling to her smaller form. He had made her small enough to easily swallow her down. After all, how else would he be able to eat her like he had?

“Ah, a feisty girl you are. I guess I should let you in on a little secret. That spell is going to wear off oh… right about now.” That smooth sounding voice cooed down at her, vibrating around the flesh that held her captive as she felt that strange tingling sensation she had felt when she was shrinking down. Except this time, instead of getting smaller, the walls of the stomach that surrounded her were starting to get closer and closer. Everything was closing in on her as she found herself unable to stand anymore. That undulating flesh pressed at her back, forced her legs to squeeze up against her chest and soon enough she found herself stuck in a fetal position. 

THe walls clung to her flesh, each wrinkle pressing down against her as she felt herself growing back to normal size. She quietly prayed that she would cause his stomach to burst, but with each passing moment that tightness became more and more overwhelming. Stomach walls clung to her as the skin of the magician’s stomach stretched and groaned from her growth. what was just a small lump had now become a bumpy, wriggling mass of flesh. Legs, arms, and even a head could be made out in the stomach now as the poor girl finally felt herself finish growing back to full size. 

It was suffocating. The wrinkled walls were stretched taught all around her. There was no more room for her to move, to struggle and kick. Oh no, she was compressed tightly in the tight chamber of flesh. The poor girl couldn’t help but let out a muffled scream from within his stomach. Each movement causing the belly to thrash and wobble from her struggles. 

It was only when those the digestive juices of his stomach started to soak into her flesh did the thrashing become strong enough to topple the man over. Yet he wasn’t concerned. She couldn’t escape her fate. And while she had quite rapidly made his stomach swell outwards and stretch far beyond what it should be capable of, he was going to enjoy watching it shrink away at a much slower pace. 

anonymous asked:

So i've just recently started reading sterek fic. And i've completely fallen down that rabbit hole. So i was wondering if you could recommend some good fics as you seem to have been reading some recently? It would be amazingly helpful if you could. Thanks! - Sam

you’re damn right i can rec you some sterek! 😊 i tried to pick some that weren’t just on the first page when you rank by kudos. here we go: 

sterek fic rec

Play It Again (ABSOLUTE FAVE. stiles’ characterization is PERFECT)
In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)

Say Something (my favorite The Sheriff Finds Out scene ever)
That first time Stiles decided it was probably wise to let sleeping werewolves lie.

The Socioeconomic Repercussions of Mutually Assured Destruction
The trouble with having the kind of brain that likes to write essays on male circumcision for an Economics class, is that it also likes to turn PowerPoint presentations for Biology into odes on the perfection of notorious bad boy Derek Hale’s backside.

Fly a Little Faster
Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That’s easy as pie, right? Right?

Hell Is Other People series 
Stiles discovers the hazards of growing up a real boy when, at heart, he’s not a real boy at all.

Safety in Silence
It’s perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn’t want to be Derek’s soulmate.

Crash Landers 
In which Stiles learns to Stalk That Stalk. (Or, how to accidentally woo your unfriendly neighborhood alpha in roughly five hundred handwritten steps.)

this boy, half-destroyed (don’t let the second person POV throw you off, it’s BEAUTIFUL)
Bodies – those are something you understand, mostly; you know immediately exactly how much smaller he is than the last time you saw him. Too skinny, too pale; his cheeks cave in a little too much, from his face. He’s a shadow of something: he looks like the dead walking. His hands are stuffed down in the pockets of his hoodie and he looks tentative but not afraid.

Derek Hale used to have a family. Now, he’s got a teenage human more trouble than he’s worth. Post-S2.

the blood blooms clean in you, ruby (same author, same concept, seriously, READ THEM BOTH)
You don’t remember, anymore, where exactly you were when you found out that she was dead. You remember almost everything else about her dying, though.

Stiles Stilinski has always been the person who will do what other people don’t want to. It’s hard, though, when your friends keep trying to protect you. Post-S2.

will to follow through (like, if i wrote teen wolf, this fic would’ve been season four. just absolutely 100% perfect, and i love danny mahealani) 
“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”

“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”

“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”

“There are worse ways to die.”

cool story, bro
FUUUUUUCK, is it a sweet valley high situation where Stiles is very aware that his twin is way more attractive and confident than he is, EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE IDENTICAL, and he always ends up with the hotter significant others and more friends and Stiles guesses that’s why he’s attracted to the pack at first, because it’s something that’s just his, not his twin’s too. But of course, Stiles’s twin gets bit and now he’s part of Derek’s pack, and Derek doesn’t snap at him like he snaps at Stiles, never slams him into things, fucking FIGURES, STILES’S TWIN GETS EVERYTHIIIIIIIING.

Hold The Door (Supernatural crossover but like… trust me)
When Derek is killed by a rival alpha, the pack will stop at nothing to get him back. Even if that means blackmailing the most dangerous hunter duo this side of hell. Whatever. That whole devil thing was probably totally exaggerated, anyway.

Apathy, Apathy, You’ll Be The Death of Me
Everyone’s apathetic. Except Derek. Derek cares so much.

or Boyd is a pragmatic posthumous reappropriater, Erica spends her free time impersonating Meursault and playing Fruit Ninja, Isaac would like everyone to settle down already, Stiles is bi, Scott’s actually holding it together pretty well for a week-old Alpha with a two pack problem, Jackson’s a lizard, Lydia accessorizes, Allison’s playing on a rival (semi-murderous) team and Derek just keeps showing up.

→ que tu m’aimais encore (read the fake boyfriend convention au by the same author after this one to cheer you up)
Wolves mate for life, don’t they?

But I’m Not a Soldier
The first time Derek shoves Stiles against a wall, she pepper sprays him in his face.

But The World Won’t Stop Turning (y’all know i can’t resist a time traveller’s wife au)
Derek glances at Stiles, who is watching him with a curious expression.

“Oh shit,” Stiles exclaims as comprehension dawns on him. “Everything makes sense now. Derek, I know what the witch did, she cursed you with – “

But before Stiles is able to finish his sentence, everything fades away and Derek is surrounded by darkness.

Heartbreak, Heartbeats

Pairing: Frank Iero x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Summary: The night before Valentine’s Day, you get dumped. Your best friend, Frank, comes over to comfort you. But, maybe you won’t be alone this year after all?

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day 2017!

You couldn’t believe that your boyfriend had broken up with you the night before Valentine’s Day.

“I’d been trying to find the right time to tell you I couldn’t be with you anymore for a while,” he’d stammered lamely on the phone (he hadn’t even had the balls to break up with you in person).

And Valentine’s Day, of all days, was the ‘right time’ he’d picked?! You wanted to scream! You were sitting, depressed and alone, in your apartment, staring at the kitten heels you’d bought for the date you’d thought you would be on right now.

Why wasn’t I good enough for him? you thought self-loathingly. Then, you heard a knock at your door.

“Go away,” you shouted, not even getting off the couch.

“It’s me, Frank,” shouted a familiar voice, muffled through the thick metal of your front dor. “I heard what happened.”

Frank? you blinked. He’d been one of your best friends for years. If you were going to talk to anyone right now, you supposed it would be him.

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Measure for Measure

Dean had imagined a thousand times what it would be like to see his little brother again, but not once had this particular scenario occured to him. Wincest AU where Sam never left Stanford. 

Sam/Dean, part ½

Dean was fairly certain he wouldn’t make it out this time and when the bulky police officer barked at him that he was free to go, he felt his jaw drop.

“I’m what?”

The officer’s mouth curled disdainfully. “Trust me you son of a bitch, I’m still convinced you murdered that poor woman in cold blood. But that fancy attorney of yours out there,” -he gestured angrily at the closed door- “has apparently managed to sweet talk your guilty ass cleared of all charges.”

Dean couldn’t help the disbelief that crept into his voice when he asked, “My attorney?”

The officer’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah, your attorney. Can’t see how scum like you can afford to hire someone like him, his god damn suit’s probably worth what I make in a month. Now get the hell out of here before I do something to you that’ll cost me my badge.”

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