i have not proof read this

reasons why haggar is a lesbian

made by me, a certified lesbian

• she’s the most powerful villain/person in the show
     • like seriously no one has anything on her
     • and lesbians/gay people are always more powerful than straight people

• no one fucking…listens to her
     • which is relatable so i mean…

• the only time she smiles around a man is when she’s torturing him
     • do i even need to explain this

• she’s magical and magic is gay
     • proof: have you ever read a fantasy book because holy shit even if the obviously        gay characters end up being straight (looking at you sarah j. maas) they’re still            pretty fuckign gay

• what straight girl dresses like this:

conclusion: haggar is a lesbian


Runner AU

I’m so excited to finally get to share this AU with you guys!!

This au all happens in a world where the governtment is super corrupted. Everything is controlled by the most powerful corporations and the richest of people. Got money, then you have the power. 

Technology is rather advanced and nearly all info is stored as data. However, it’s nearly impossible for rebels to hack into the systems and gather information and proof to fight the system. That’s why there is runners. Runners use parkour to get all over the city, fast and unnoticed, and break into corporations to personally get to the data and information that can help the rebellion. 

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Darkiplier and Antisepticeye

Ok first of all, holy mother of fucks, @markiplier ‘s valentine’s day video was absolutely the best thing ever! (along with @therealjacksepticeye ‘s halloween video).

if you haven’t watch Mark’s video, I suggest you you go now before reading this post (if you actually even read it xD) because it might contain spoilers.

Ok so we now have physical proof of Darkiplier’s existence, just like Anti’s. I love how they both act alike with the glitches and all, but they’re still so different from each other. from what I saw with Jack and Anti, it seems like Anti fights Jack for control of the physical body. Anti was restless, he’d do anything and everything to take full control of Jack’s body, including killing Jack which is kinda what he did in the halloween video when he cut his throat. He just wanted freedom, and he has no problem in blaming us (the fans) for his actions towards Jack (“you all said my name”, “YOU” “its all your fault” “you all made this happen” “you could’ve stopped me… but you just watched as this happened” “now he’s gone forever”). He knows exactly what to say to make us feel guilty. that sounds an awful lot like a sociopath. I might be wrong but I just did some research (I wouldn’t be writing this without doing my homework ahah) and some of the traits are:

  • Repeated violations of the law
  • Pervasive lying and deception
  • Physical aggressiveness
  • Reckless disregard for safety of self or others
  • Consistent irresponsibility in work and family environments
  • Lack of remorse

you can see most of these behaviors in Anti. Antisepticeye is a sociopath.

now Darkiplier on the other hand…

from what I saw in mark’s valentine’s day video, Dark looked like he had more self control. he seemed awfully calm. he wasn’t trying to fight Mark for a chance of controling the body. he was waiting for Mark to actually let him in (”I’ve been waiting patiently” “he promised he would let me in again”) and this makes me think… Dark is strong enough to take over Mark’s body without actually attacking Mark the way Anti did with Jack. and Mark knows it. so he made a deal. he would let Dark get in from time to time, if he promised not to hurt anyone. obviously Dark wouldn’t keep that promise like we see in the 14 million subs video for example. now lets take a look at some of the psychopath traits:

  • Lack of guilt/remorse
  • Lack of empathy
  • Lack of deep emotional attachments
  • Narcissism
  • Superficial charm
  • Dishonesty
  • Manipulativeness
  • Reckless risk-taking

I don’t know about you but these scream Darkiplier to me. you can see how emotionally detached he is from us. he just wants to toy with our emotions. this is all but a game to him. and he doesn’t care about the consequences (”take your pick. anything of four different choices”, “and lets see how far down this rabbit hole really goes” “so take your pick. show me what you got”, “and maybe we’ll have a good date after all”). he gives us a sense of security and happiness(?) (”if dinner is what you want, then I can provide”, “and I can take you to wherever you’d like to go”), only to be crushed by a statement that makes us fear for our own life (”I can specially take you to places where you DON’T want to go”), leaving us on the edge. he makes us think he actually cares about us (”I’ve been waiting a long time to get some personal space between us”), when he actually just wants to hurt us (”THERE’S NOTHING YOU OR HE CAN DO TO STOP ME”, “youre never, ever going to escape me”).

and if you notice, after you’ve chosen who to kill, you’ll see that if you choose the left option, Mark looks so worried and empathetic over us, trying to reassure us… after all we just killed someone and he’s worried about us (compared to the Mark we’re left with, if you choose the right option). at the end, it turns out we killed the wrong Mark, and we’re left with Dark in front of us. for a second we believed we killed the right Mark, seeing how calm and not evil M(D)ark was acting towards us. that is manipulation. Dark made us believe we were safe now, that we made the right choice, only to crush that sense of safeness right when we were starting to get confortable and at peace (”oops… looks like you made the wrong choice”, “but now we’re going to be together…. forever”)

I strongly believe Darkiplier is a psychopath and Antisepticeye is a sociopath. they both act differently towards Jack and Mark and their fans, but at the same time, in a very similar way. I believe the reason Anti is so glitchy and Dark is so “HD quality” (xD) is because Anti forced his way into Jack and obviously thats gonna leave some damage, while Dark waited (im)patiently for his turn to take over the body.

I just want to congratulate @therealjacksepticeye and @markiplier for portraying these characters, made up by the fans, so unbelievably well, and thank them for taking their time to make something, created by the community, come true like this. you guys are amazing.

this is just my theory, if you disagree or have something to say, I’d be more than happy to hear your theories, but don’t be rude or anything.

also, if you read this giant post till the end, thank you so much for taking your time to do so :) sorry if this was a bit confusing xD 


edit: if you want a bit more input on their disorders, take a look at this post

please, I would love to hear your opinions on it

Dragon Hybrid! Michael

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Warning: violence (only a little) and smut ofc

Summary: Y/N’s dad is a viking who kills dragons so when she gets kidnapped by one he obviously goes to save her. But whilst she’s there she bonds with Michael the hybrid dragon, will her dad kill him to save his daughter? 

I’m sorry I’ve been gone for like 2 months but hey I’m sorta back? enjoy babes xo


“We will fight and we won’t give up” My dad shouted. I looked off the stage at my fellow vikings, they were all geared up and ready to battle. I clenched my teeth together, watching every one put there swords in the air and chant. I grabbed the sword next to me, which was my fathers many moon’s ago. He had slayed many of the biggest and scariest dragons with it and he had passed it down to me. I slid it into the pouch and walked across the stage to stand behind my dad in support. 

“This is our time. Our battle. The beasts won’t know what’s hit them” he roared.I smirked out knowing that I would have the most blood on my hand’s as they were all pretty weak. I’m not saying I;m the best because that would be boosting my ego to much and I may get cocky. But I sure am one of the best. There were many vikings of all ages, some old like my dad and few new ones. Most of the fighters were men, women could chose to fight but most of them stayed home with the children. I was probably one of 15 women out of 200 men. But the women fighters were the best. 

“So let’s go fight and we’re not coming back until the dragons have been slayed or captured” he yelled, taking out his sword and punching the air with it. I stood back and watched the crowed roar with excitement and it buzzed through me too. The vikings started leading out the small stadium. My dad strides over to me with his big helmet hat, being the ‘president’ of the land he was made to wear this massive hat which was to big for his head. 

“You ready?” He smiled, squeezing my shoulder. I nodded my head and smiled and he could see my excitement. “Don’t get to excited, remember they’re evil creatures and can harm you”  

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okay so i tried my hand at writing for the first time in Years and idk if it’s any good?? idk its just Neil being introspective more that anything, mostly about andrew,, idk,, pls be nice to me it been so long since ive written 

In his 19 years of life Neil Josten had concerned himself with one thing: survival. He knew the concept like he knew every ugly blemish that marred his torso, like he knew the insistent need to get out of there perpetually lodged in his throat, like he knew the feel of cold steel against warm flesh again again again. That is to say he knew what it meant to survive intimately so. Neil knew how to shoot a man to make him bleed out without fatality and he knew how to kill a man without leaving a trace. The snik of a lock successfully picked, the consuming smoke and fire in his lungs, in his throat, on his tongue, the ricochet of a bullet and the resounding finality of the resultant echo were all sensations Neil had familiarised himself with over the years. Fear was something that had woven itself between Neil’s fingertips, burned behind eyes and weighted down his tongue. Intimacy meant feeling his mother’s heartbeat roaring in his ears on those nights it was too close, it was the back of his mother’s hand and the side of his face when he looked too long, it was Lola’s breath on his neck, hot and heavy.

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The results are in! Here is a compilation of the data from the survey I ran on Adfly and donations!

If you would like to read the open ended opinion responses, please see the PDF here! Names and urls have been edited out for privacy. I am not responsible for any responses found it the PDF, please do not contact me about anything in the PDF.

Again, this survey is not an official survey. It is based purely on respondents’ answers.

Thank you @magnolianfarewell, @mamalovesnuts, and @applezingsims for help with proofing the infographic!
Yuri on Ice interview translation - Animage 2017/01 (p14-17)

I bring you a new and long seiyuu interview! It’s 3 different, separate interviews with Toshiyuki Toyonaga (Yuuri), Junichi Suwabe (Victor) and Kouki Uchiyama (Yurio), published on the Jan. 2017 issue of Animage (not really on the magazine but in an insert all dedicated to YOI). While we have seen lots of interviews with Toyonaga and Uchiyama so far, for the first time we get to read about Suwabe’s opinion too, and it’s really interesting! Not to mention the interviews cover up to episode 10 included, which is more material than previous ones.

Also, in this interview there is proof that Yuuri bought both rings and not just one in episode 10 (I’m mentioning it because it’s a personal pet peeve, as I disagree with the widespread theory of Yuuri only buying one). Now you have official material to prove your point, lol.

It’s kind of sad that this will be the last “translation posted before a new ep”. I wanted to post it earlier but it’s so long it took me ages to finish it. You can use it to distract yourself while you wait for episode 12. Enjoy!

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***Re-translating into other languages is ok but please mention that this post is the source***

Interview with Toshiyuki Toyonaga / Junichi Suwabe / Kouki Uchiyama

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  • Person: so i was reading about this conspiracy theory-
  • My Friends: no don't she'll hear y-
  • Me, running through a crowd, pushing people out of my way as I scream: THE MANDELA EFFECT IS REAL AND I HAVE PROOF, JUST LOOK
Gaster created Flowey and (probably) the RESET button.

(I have planned to upload the VIDEO version of this by SEPTEMBER 15. Until then you can read it!)


Yep, you read the title correctly. In this theory I’ll show you all the proof I have to support my wild theory. Warning though, there are some big spoilers ahead!

Let’s start off with a bit of backstory theorizing. In what year does Undertale actually take place? A lot of people seem to believe that the game takes place shortly after 201X. However I invite you to view the timeline in a different light.

What if the game actually took place nearly an entire century after Chara’s fall into the underground?

In Toriel’s house during the pacifist/neutral run there is a calendar you can interact with that states as follows:

This text changes during the Genocide route, where Chara is much more active about how they interact with things.

Now judging by the events of Undertale’s routes we can tell that the events of the Undertale (Chara and Asriel’s mission) happened quite a long time ago. After Chara, six more humans fell down before Frisk. This gives us a good idea that it took quite a while for us to enter the underground.

Judging by the facts above we can safely guess that the events of the game actually occur during 210X, almost a full century after Chara fell. Crazily enough, this is supported by Papyrus. His online name is Coolskeleton95, often people use their birth year as the numbers in their online usernames. And since Papyrus only showed up recently and acts fairly young, we can guess that the date couldn’t possibly be 1995, and so it must be 2095. This is supported by the fact that Papyrus has no idea what a human looks like. Which means he must of been born AFTER all 7 of the other humans (including Chara) have fallen and died.

Now that we have an approximate date for the game itself, we can get into the real theory. Gaster creating Flowey, the ability reset/save/load, and how he is connected to every major moment of the game.

What proof led to the belief that Gaster and Flowey are related? The true lab entries, for one. Entry 1 through 8 are written in a very specific manner. The punctuation and capitalization is correct and proper. The dialogue itself more formally written. Overall the first eight entries are more professional.

During these first eight entries we learn that the monster/determination experiments have begun. Flowey was chosen as the vessel. The experiments have started full swing.

ENTRY 6: ASGORE asked everyone outside the city for monsters that had “fallen down.” Their bodies came in today. They’re still comatose… And soon, they’ll all turn into dust. But what happens if I inject “determination” into them? If their SOULS persist after they perish, then… Freedom might be closer than we all thought.

However at this same time Hapstablook/Mettaton has written his first diary entry.

Mettaton’s Diary 1- Dear Diary: Shyren’s sister “fell down” recently. It’s sad. Without her sister to speak for her… she’s become more reclusive than ever. So I reached out to her, and told her… that she, Blooky, and I should all perform together sometime. She seemed to like that idea.

We can recognise an amalgamate in specific that does resemble Shyren’s body, or at least, her sister’s

This is lemonbread

This is shyren

Alphys doesn’t come up with the idea to make Mettaton until diary entry 6.

Mettaton’s Diary 6- Dear Diary: She surprised me with something today. Sketches of a body that she wants to create for me… a form beyond my wildest fantasies. In a form like that, I could finally feel like… “myself.” After all, there’s no way I can be a star the way I am now. Sorry, Blooky. My dreams can’t wait for anyone…

And it is suspected that she made Mettaton to impress Asgore, as well as give her friend a body.

So what does that all add up to? Alphys made Mettaton to impress Asgore either before she became the royal scientist or very VERY shortly afterwards. We know that she WAS NOT the royal scientist during the initial monster/determination experiments. This means whoever was the previous royal scientist had to of started the experiments and chosen Flowey as the vessel.

And who could that be?

Doctor W.D. Gaster.

Further proof is that Gaster would know who Toriel is.

ENTRY 8: I’ve chosen a candidate. I haven’t told ASGORE yet, because I want to surprise him with it… In the center of his garden, there’s something special. The first golden flower, that grew before all the others. The flower from the outside world. It appeared just before the queen left. I wonder… What happens when something without a SOUL gains the will to live?

Alphys, does not.

So now we’ve proven that Gaster created Flowey. Alphys made of had a part in it, but Gaster chose the vessel, the vessel covered in Asriel’s dust.

This is where the theory gets a little wild.

Now, we know Gaster disappears after True Lab entry number 8. The writing style dramatically changes from entries 9 to 13.

ENTRY 1: This is it… Time to do what the king has asked me to do. I will create the power to free us all. I will unleash the power of the SOUL.

ENTRY 12: nothing is happening. i don’t know what to do. i’ll just keep injecting everything with “determination.” i want this to work.


Now in entry number 11 we can confirm that Alphys is the author.

ENTRY 11: now that mettaton’s made it big, he never talks to me anymore. … except to ask when i’m going to finish his body. but i’m afraid if i finish his body, he won’t need me anymore… then we’ll never be friends ever again. … not to mention, every time i try to work on it, i just get really sweaty…

This one shows that Mettaton has a relationship with the author of the entry. Proof that this style of writing is done by Alphys. However entry 14 and 15 are written differently than either 1-8 or 9-13. It is my belief that the author of these two entries is none other than Sans.

We know Sans and Alphys know each other from the epilogue after True Pacifist.

Alphys knows Sans well enough to predict what he’ll say. Sans reacts quickly and covers it up with a joke, but the proof is there. Sans also has given Alphys dog food, proof he knows of Endogeny, the amalgamate dog.

(calling papyrus in front of Alphys’ lab without befriending undyne yet)

Using this it is very easy to speculate that Sans wrote entry 14-15, placing him as a scientist in the true lab. We know Sans is into science, based on his owning of physics books and his own laboratory.

Now, entry 17. There are two entry 17s. Entry 17.1, which is written by Alphys. Then entry 17.2, which is undoubtedly recorded by Gaster.

“Recorded you say?” Yes. Recorded. Entry 17.2 is read to us when we find it in the game files, otherwise known as the void. What Gaster is doing in the void is impossible to tell, but there are some things that occur that make us believe he did not stop experimenting.

We’ll get back to his experiments in a moment, first we have to find out “Why didn’t Gaster die from his accident, whatever that may be?”

Because he injected himself with DETERMINATION.

Every monster filled with determination becomes a goopy blob of what it once was. The model we believe to be Gaster inside the gray door looks quite goopy.

This goopy being would of had parts of himself dripping off. Whenever the accident occured and he fell into the core he was erased from the timeline. What happened to these blobs of Gaster?

They tried to grow new Gasters. This follower of Gaster is holding a piece of him, but it is clearly a head. A second Gaster being made. Or at least trying to form itself from the head.

Further support for this comes from a strange being you only encounter once in the game.

Memoryhead. This amalgamate is unique. Its ACT options are very similar to our own. 

This comes from Memoryhead having a small amount of determination, more so than the other amalgamates. Before flowey has control, Memoryhead has it, but of course, these things can barely walk or talk, so it didn’t know how to use it’s powers, but the option was there.

Memoryhead is in the shape of a skull, now where have we seen a disembodied head before?

Now like I mentioned, the amalgamate can’t even talk properly, so it wasn’t able to exactly control the timeline, but at this point whatever cataclysmic event Gaster created by falling into the core had already occur and Flowey was prime and ready to wake up. Once “your best friend” fully understood what was going on, the memoryhead lost the little control of the timeline it had.

Now… was Gaster was injected with determination or at least had interaction with it before/during his accident?, let’s take a look at why he’s responsible for the ability to reset.

Before Gaster’s accident, no human was able to reset. None of the seven human children were able to save or load. Not even Chara, who’s soul is a determination soul, just like Frisk’s. An argument could be made that humans on the surface can’t reset either.

For some reason the RESET/SAVE/LOAD ablity is a thing that only happens in the underground and for some reason is ONLY started to happen from a certain point before all 6 children fell down and on.

And I believe that’s because of the core, the one difference between the surface and the underground. The place Gaster fell into during his accident.

The core powers all of the underground, from the Ruins to Asgore’s garden. The moment a human enters the underground post-accident, they gain the power to reset. If they have enough determination to override whoever was in control before them. This makes it so that only the underground is caught in this save/load/reset paradox.

To sum it all up, Gaster created Flowey and injected himself with determination or got caught into it in his experiment before falling into the core. This caused the underground to enter a time paradox where whoever has the most determination gains control over the timeline.

Do you agree with the theory? Or can you debunk it? I’d love to get some responses.

(Theory by me and veir)

High school!Voltron head canons because I have no self control


  • Super athletic. He does at least one sport a season, soccer in the fall, swimming in the winter, lacrosse and baseball in the spring.
    • Don’t ask how he does it because nobody knows
  • The person everyone asks to proof read their essays before they turn them in. He just…has a way with words.
  • Never has pencils.
    • Even when he goes out and buys a brand new box…he just loses them so easily.
  • He always loves the books they read in English, and like, he actually reads them.
  • The kid who just does not get math no matter how hard he tries.
    • Shiro becomes his tutor and things actually start to make sense.
  • He’s best friends with almost all of his teachers.
    • They really just love his banter.
    • There’s two teachers who absolutely loath him though bc they’re old fashioned and he never stops talking.
  • “Hunk, how long could I survive if I just dropped out of high school? I could get a job at McDonald’s, it would be fine,”
  • Convinces everyone to go to the school musicals/plays in the name of supporting Allura.
    • In reality he just doesn’t want to go by himself.
    • It becomes a tradition bc the squad all lowkey love plays and musicals.
  • Took French so he could be trilingual

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You’re My Gift.

Peter Parker X Reader One Shot.

Prompts used: 125. “I don’t deserve this gift, Y/n. You have to take it back.” -  118. “I don’t deserve you…” {Winter Prompt List}

Warnings: Like, One cuss word. Not proof read.

Originally posted by diegolunaz

You struggled to knock on your best friends door, Almost dropping all the presents you were holding in the process. 

“Peter open the door for me!” You yelled, Loud enough for the whole building to hear. Soon enough, The door opened to one of your favorite people.

“Aunt May!  Merry Christmas!” You smiled, making your way into their cozy apartment. You had always loved the place. Around the holidays it always smelled of cookies, Cocoa, and pine trees. They were basically family. And the small place was your second home. 

“Y/n! So glad you could make it in all this weather. We’ve been estatic that you could spend today with us!” May told you joyfully. She energy was enough to light up the whole block. “Here, I can take these over to the tree for you. Make yourself comfortable.” 

You nodded as thanks, Handing her the all the gifts in you arms. You swore you had to have some sort of powers to be able to carry everything two blocks away. You quickly took off your winter jacket and boots, Ready to relax and eat as many cookies as you possibly could.

“Hey, is Y/n here yet?” Peter asked, Coming out of his room. Still in his PJs, His hair was a mess and he looked like he was living off of 4 hours of sleep. But he still had that weird charm about him. Peter always managed to look adorable. 

“Yeah, I’m here! But only for the food.” You joked, Giving him a hug. “i missed you.” You said, Poking his cheek playfully. 

“Of course you are.” He grinned. 

“Sorry kids! I’m going to head out. Joanne is having a pie crisis. i’ll be back in a little.” You saw May rush from the kitchen and quickly put on all her May waved goodbye as she hurriedly headed out the door.   “Well it looks like it’ll just be us..” Peter muttered.

“Guess we’ll have to wait for lunch. How bout’ we open up gifts instead?” You nodded over to the tree, giving him a hopeful look. “Please?”

“Sure. Whatever you want.” He agreed.

“Come on Peter, It won’t bite you. You can open it.” You said, Nudging his arm. Waiting for him to stop staring at his present and just open it.  

“I know, I know.” Peter replied. Taking off the box lid to reveal a brand new computer, Up to date and with all the hardware he needed already installed. 

“I knew yours was breaking down, And i couldn’t bare it if you lost all your projects.” You smiled at him, Extremely happy to give a new thing for him, Since you knew his old junkyard stuff was starting to wear out fast.

“You must’ve spent a fortune on it! I don’t deserve this gift, Y/n. You have to take it back.” He pushed it back to you, An unreadable look on his face. You didn’t know why he was acting so weird about it.

“It was worth it. Peter i wanted to give this to you. There’s no way in hell i’m taking it back.” He saw that there was no use. You weren’t going to budge at all. “Thank you. Really. God, I don’t deserve you…” 

“What are you on about?” You asked. “Nothing.. I just.. Here, I got this for you.” He reached over to get the package from underneath the tree.

“I’m sorry if you hate it. It’s not even half of what you got me.” He handed you a small box, Wrapped very terribly with a bow. At least you could tell he did it himself. He anxiously shifted as you unwrapped it, Keeping his eyes on you and your reaction. 

“Oh my god.” You muttered, Observing the stunning necklace shaped in a heart, ‘I love you,’ Was written in cursive on the front. While the other side was a picture of you two only a year ago, sticking your tongues out at the camera. It was one of your favorite pictures together. You didn’t even know what to think.

”Peter, Wha-” His lips suddenly pushed against yours in a hard kiss. That completely took you by surprise. But it didn’t take you long to melt into it, Wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. You could feel the sparks flying. It’s cliche, But you knew it was meant to happen exactly like that. 

“Oh wow.” You breathed, biting your lip unconsciously. Your whole body felt warm, And you weren’t quite sure if that really just happened. Your mind was going at 100 miles a minute.

“I love you.” Peter confessed, Sighing as he said it. 

“No shit. I did read the necklace.” You giggled, Loving how Peter’s face turned even more red when you teased him. You pressed another soft kiss on his lips, Loving the feeling even more. “I love you too, You dork.”

A Masseur with a Secret

Word Count: 3,036

Genre: Pure smut

Author’s note: This is based on a porn vid lmao I won’t even bother proof-reading this filth

Warnings: Oppa kink

Taehyung was on his bed scrolling through his phone when he heard something crash in the living room and a pained grunt that was decidedly manly. Taehyung leaped up and grabbed the closest thing to him, in his haste not noticing that it was a Nick plushie. He didn’t have a male roommate so the man currently inside his house must be a burglar. He tiptoed to his door and cracked it open to peak outside. He saw the man with his back to him, trapping someone against the wall. When the strange man moved a bit to the side, he saw that the person in his clutches was you.

Taehyung released a war cry and slammed open his bedroom door. He ran to the man and tackled him to the ground, blinding throwing punches at the squirming figure beneath him.

“Oh my god, oppa, what the fuck are you doing?” You shrieked, throwing your body between the two men to block your roommate’s punches.

Taehyung was startled by you defending your attacker and look at you in confusion, “Saving you? He was attacking you…”

“What the fuck, he was kissing me, you idiot! That’s my date.” You pushed Taehyung off the poor man, “I’m so, so sorry. He didn’t usually this crazy.” You profusely apologized to the man, embarrassed by your roommate’s behavior.

“It’s alright, no harm was done.” Your date said, the last word uncertain and rising in tone to resemble a question. When he spoke, your eyes were drawn to his lips and you noticed the small split oozing blood there. You turned to Taehyung, “Look what you did, asshole. Go grab the first aid kit right now.”

Taehyung grumbled, muttering a “I thought I was saving you. A simple thank you would suffice.” But he got up. When he came up, you quickly grabbed the box from his hand and got the supplies out. Soaking a piece of cotton in antiseptic solution, you pressed it to the man’s lip to stop the bleeding. Taehyung looked at the way you fussed over the strange man in distaste, “It’s just a minor cut. He’s not going to die.” You sent him a sharp glare and the words died in his throat.

After you made sure that the bleeding had stopped you begrudgingly turned to your roommate who was still standing there expectantly. “Taehyung-oppa, this is my date J-hope. J-hope, this is my roommate Taehyung-oppa.”

“Nice to meet you, Ta—“

“J-hope? What kind of stupid name is that?” Taehyung burst out laughing, and from the way his face was turning red and his veins were showing, you were sure it was entirely forced.

“Yes, J-hope. He’s a dancer. He came up with it because he wishes that when people see him perform, they would be inspired by him. I think it’s lovely.” You jumped to the man’s defense.

“I think it’s pretentious.”

“Well, at least I don’t rub oil on people for a living.” J-hope suddenly shot up, and you both turned to him with slackened jaws, not expecting his comeback. “Come talk to me when you get a real job.”

Taehyung was the first to regain his composure, “___, you’re gonna let a strange dude talk to your friend like that.” Taehyung was throwing you into the crossfire, and you regrettably had to take his side, “Hobi, you can’t say that.”

“You call him, HOBI? Now that’s just hilarious.”

“See? Just listen to what he’s saying. He’s been a downright cunt to me ever since I got here and you did nothing to stop him. I can’t be with you if this is the way you’re gonna let your friends treat me.” J-hope went to grab his jacket that was discarded earlier on the couch.

You tugged on his arm, “Wait, Hobi, I’m not—“ You tried to get him to stay but he just jerked his arm out of your hands and left the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

“Good riddance” Taehyung scoffed and you turned back to him, eyes blazing. “This is all your fault. Why do you have to be such an asshole all the time? I’ve had it with you. You’ve been nothing but trouble since you got here. I suggest that you start looking for a new place because I’m not gonna let you stay here another month.” You yell at him then you go into your room, shutting and locking the door.

For hours, you could see feet pacing up and down your doorway. Your anger had since calmed down, and it was amusing seeing the struggle the boy was going through. Taehyung never apologized. You were always the one caving in after fight and going to him to patch things up. So seeing the normally prideful boy so torn up gave you a boost of confidence.

At last he gathered up enough courage and swallowed down enough pride to knock at your door. You immediately sprang up to answer, flinging the door open and snapping at his already rapidly retreating form, “What?”

Taehyung halted his escape and walked back to you, nervously chewing on his bottom lip, “I’m sorry?” You kept silent for a second, enjoying the way he squirmed under your gaze, eyes looking everywhere but you. “But I mean he was a pretentious prick. J-hope? What kind of ridiculous—“ And there he goes again.

“I accept your apology, oppa.” You cut off his rant and he heaves a sigh of relief. He looks up at you with puppy dog eyes and says, “You weren’t really gonna kick me out, were you?”

“No” You sigh, “I could never do that.” He beamed up at you, face getting cocky. “But what you did was really shitty.” You interrupt him before he gets too full of himself, “And while I accept your apology, I’m not sure I can forgive you that easily.”

“Oh” His breath leaves him, suddenly deflated, “Is there anything I can do to make you forgive me?”

You pretend to give it a thought before you answer, “You know, all this arguing has made me really tense.” Taehyung eyes you warily, unsure of what you were getting at. “Luckily my roommate happens to be a masseur”

“Nope. Absolutely not” Taehyung throws his hands in the air, head shaking back and forth.

“Why not?” You whine. “It’s so unfair that you’re my roommate but I’ve never tried one of your massages. I always have to hear about it from other girls. If money is the problem I can pay you. I know that you charge more than the average masseuse but no amount of money is too much for my friend.”

He blanches at your offer, “I don’t want your money!”

“Then why not” You pout, “Please, please, please with a cherry on top.”

Taehyung finally relented, “Go wear this.” He handed you a towel and you went into your room to change. When you came back out, Taehyung already had this foldable massage table set up and he was pulling bottles from his work bag. Taehyung rarely did work at home. He preferred to go to his client’s houses, but he kept a spare table here for special occasions.

“Lie down on your stomach.” Taehyung instructed you when he saw you come in. You struggled a bit, trying not to expose too much of yourself as you shuffled into position. This table didn’t have a hole for you to put your face through, so you rested your head on your cheek and closed your eyes.

Taehyung exposed your back and poured some oils on it, quietly going to work massaging your muscles. He pressed down firmly on the muscles of your back, moving his hands up and down and digging his fingers in every few seconds.

“Hmm, that feels very good, oppa.” You spoke up, “It really amazes me what you guys can do with your hands. Make someone who is stressed and wound up relax. Can you explain to me what you’re doing?”

Taehyung hesitates at your strange request but obliges you, “A massage’s goal is to get rid of all the stress knots in a client’s body to get rid of any pain or discomfort that they might be causing. I’m now starting with a common problem area: the back. The back is always under stress. You’re constantly using and bearing down on its muscles throughout the day so I like to start with that.“

He continues his work on your back, finding and working out the knots. It hurt a bit each time he zeroed on a knot, but you always felt better after he was done with it. You never knew that you were so stressed and you were glad that you got him to do this, especially when he started moving his fingers to the back of your neck. You always held tension there and his fingers worked magic on it.

After he was done with your back he moved downwards to your calves. The pleasant experience continued until he reached your thighs. In spite of yourself, you found yourself getting hotter and hotter every time he got closer to the junction between your legs. You struggled to keep your breath even so as not to give yourself away, and he stopped a considerable distance away from your heat.

You turned on your back at his instruction, both relieved and disappointed. His hands went to your own, his fingers sliding between yours, twisting and turning them, and then moving to flex and extend your wrist. “Since you’re a student and you write and take notes a lot, you put a lot of stress on your hands and finger so I have to pay special attention to them. We don’t want you to get carpal tunnel now, do we?” He smiled and looked up at you through his eyelashes, and you felt butterflies stir in your stomach, enjoying the feel of his hand in yours.

He did short work of your arms, and before you could get yourself out of the hypnosis you were in, he was already done with your shoulders. He beamed up at you, “All done. Do you forgive me now?”

You felt your stomach drop. You took a deep breath, and milked every ounce of courage in your body to pull the towel away from your breasts, “But you didn’t massage here.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened before he quickly averted his eyes, “W-what?”

“Yuna told me you were especially skilled here.” You said referencing your friend and one of his clients. At hearing her name Taehyung knew he was fucked. He was very careful not to take on any client with a connection to you but it seems he had slipped up. “Is there something wrong, oppa?” You looked at him innocently.

He took a shuddering breath, and moved to stand behind your head. He poured more oil on your chest, and extended his hands hesitantly towards it. He didn’t know how much his friend told you about what his job description entailed, and he was hoping that you were still oblivious.

“What are you doing now, oppa?” Taehyung let out the breath he was holding and his fingers shook more violently. He cleared his throat, “Some girls are very sensitive here. So it’s important to pay attention to the breasts, massage them, knead them, play with the nipples…” Taehyung’s voice got breathier with each work and his hands got surer. The nipples he was speaking of were now rock hard between his finger and it took everything in you not to arch your back into his hands.

“You’re right, oppa. I’m very, very sensitive here.” Taehyung released a low moan at your words. He leaned his head down and opened his mouth as if he was going to pluck a nipple into his mouth. Instead he kept rolling them between his fingers and cupping your breasts.

His hands moved down your stomach until he couldn’t lean in anymore without suffocating you so he shuffled to the side of the table, a tent that he resolutely ignored was clearly visible through his thin sweats.  

His hands fluttered over your stomach for some time before he finally pulled the towel completely away from you. He massaged the area on your thigh that he had neglected before, spreading your legs to reach better. If he noticed the wetness gathering there from his ministrations, he did a pretty good job of pretending he didn’t.

Your breath hitched when he reached the place where your stomach met your thighs, the slide of his fingers up and down moving your lips with them, friction making you squirm. He looked up at you questioningly and when he saw the slight nod of your head, he moved his hands directly over your heat, his middle finger slipping inside your lips each time he drew his hand back. Finally he pinched your outer lips between the index and middle finger of one hand, the pull causing your clit to slip out of its hood, and with his other hand he began circling around your clit.

The euphoric sensation made your toes curl and he propped on of your legs up and pushed it away to open you up further. Your body was beginning to shudder and you didn’t want to be the only one affected by this. “What are you doing now, oppa?”

Taehyung’s rational mind took a back seat and his desire was now speaking easily through his lips, “This is the most sensitive part on a girl’s body. I—“ His words were cut off by a the moan you ripped out of him when you snaked your hand to cup him through his sweats. But he didn’t stop talking, “I have to work it really well, got you tensed up so I can take it all away later.” You’ve never heard the boy’s voice so deep before, despite his naturally low pitched tone.

“It hurts, oppa” You keened.

“Where does it hurt, baby girl?” You delighted at the nickname, grabbing his hand and moving it to your entrance, “In here, oppa”

Taehyung didn’t hesitate, slipping on then two fingers in you and pumping them, “You’re so tense and tight, baby girl.” His other hand went to flick your nipple, “I have to fix this.”

“Oh, please, oppa. It hurts so bad.”

“I know, baby girl. You’re tensed all the way to the core. I need to get inside you.” He moves to stand beside your head and pulls down his sweats and boxers, exposing his length. You salivate at the sight of him and he puts his tip to your lips, “Open up. Get me ready to go inside you.” You obediently opened your mouth, taking him inside and swirling your tongue around his head. You weren’t the most experienced in blowjobs, but you didn’t have to get him off with your mouth and he seemed satisfied with the way you ran your tongue up and down the vein on the underside of his cock and went back to suck on the tip.

He pulled you off him and got on the table, kneeling between your legs and using his knees to spread your legs as wide as they could go, preventing you from closing them up. His fingers were still pumping in and out of you and he used his other hand to rub your clit. “Oppa, pleeeease!” You weren’t trying to stop your whiny moans anymore.

He pulled his hands off of you and lined his cock at your entrance, “Oppa will take care of you now, baby girl.” He went all the way inside of you in one thrust, his cock filling up the aching space inside of you perfectly.

You tried to hook your legs around his thighs but he grabbed them and pushed them against your chest, opening you up. His eyes were fixed on your face as he began thrusting his hips and you quickly turned your head embarrassed by his intense gaze and the intimate position. But he would have none of it, “Look at me, baby girl” He cupped your cheek and turned your head to face him, “Sometimes it’s not enough to just massage the body from outside, and you have to reach all the way to the core to really take the stress away. Does it feel better now, baby girl?”

“Yes, oppa. It feels really good.”

“Good girl” He increased the speed of his thrusts, happy with your answer. His skin smacked against your own from the force and the friction inside of you was making you desperate. He noticed your moans getting louder and the way your grip on his arms turned vice-like, so he let go of one of your legs and rubbed his fingers harshly on your clit.

“Taehyung-oppa!” You threw your head back and screamed as you reached your climax. Taehyung grunted as he felt you spasm around him, but it was still not enough to get him off. So after he rode you through your orgasm, he got off the table and grabbed your legs again, jerking you downwards until your ass almost hovered in the air, then he pushed back inside of you. If you though his pace was fast before, this time it was brutal. Your whole body shook with his thrusts and you gripped the side of the table for stability.

“I’m almost there, baby girl. Oppa is gonna cum inside of you and fill you up so other boys will know to keep their fucking hands off of what’s his. Is that ok, angel?” You nodded your head vigorously, a second orgasm crashing through you at his possessive words. Taehyung’s head fell to your neck and he released a heavy grunt as his seed spurted inside of you.

When you both came off your respective highs, Taehyung sheepishly coved you up again with the discarded towel then excused himself to go clean up and prepare a bath for you. As soon as he left the room, you jumped up and grabbed your phone, quickly typing a text:

Thank you, Hobi!!!

His reply came right away:

You owe me one, bitch

Kisses with Pentagon

A/N: I got one request to do ‘first kiss with Pentagon’ and one about making out with them, so I just combined them – enjoy! 

You can find the maknae line here



Okay okay, so – I don’t think he’s an everyday kind of kisser. By this I mean that he will give you little pecks here and there – soft, short kisses when he leaves or you see each other again.

Making out though, he would be a bit different. I think he is a slow kisser, making you feel every part of the kiss. He might also have teasing tendencies, holding your face and smiling when you go in for more.


I think he’s a thief when it comes to kisses, you’ll sit on the couch and read a book or something, and he’ll come over to you and give you a long kiss just to leave the room again, leaving you confused and blushing.

Well, making out. He probably bites your lip slightly, he’s cheeky like that. He’s also slow but even more teasing than Jinho. Honestly I think he wants to wrap you around his little finger (spoiler: he always succeeds)


Hongseok will definitely kiss your cheeks, it will be the sweetest thing. Something like him standing and back hugging you, then deciding to lean forward and plant a soft kiss on your cheekbone, close to your eye.

I can see makeout sessions happen mostly as an act of foreplay, so there will be some faint moans or breaths and it will be incredibly hot. He’s going to want you to sit on his lap while he runs his fingers through your hair.



Faint, the kisses are faint. This might sound weird, but what I mean is that they’re really really gentle and caring. They’re a proper display of affection and care for you – he also looks at you as something very precious and wants to be careful with you always.

I mean except for when things get heated, then he forgets all that and just lets lose. It becomes heavily messy with hot breaths and kisses that are both lazily performed and intense at the same time.



If Shinwon could make out all the time, that’s what he would do, but the everyday kisses have to be tamed. His kisses are always long and lingering though and he takes his time with kissing you properly.

When he gets his way and is able to kiss you intensely, he’s going to run his hands all over your body and wanting to keep on for hours. There’s always some loving at the bottom of his actions though, as when he pulls away just to smile at you before going back in for another kiss.  


Yeo One

Soft soft soft soft. His kisses are so soft and sweet and he smiles into most of them. He always catches you off guard, making you smile or laugh before kissing you.

Since he is such a sweetheart, he wants to show a different side of himself while making out, and he sure does. Have you seen his smirks in the Gorilla performances? Because his kisses are the physical way to describe that smirk, it’s so teasing and the push and pull is insane. He knows exactly how to work your nerves and it’s wonderful.



Yanan’s kisses are also very lingering, I think he likes to hug you a lot and then kiss you whilst in the hug. It would feel very safe and very warm and loving. I also see him liking to kiss your nose.

I think he might have a different side when closed off only with you – I think he would be more comfortable with taking control with having heated kisses and hold you tight and give you all the attention.

Mary’s Secret Child

I think that Mary has two game-changing secrets that explain all of the plot holes in S3.

  1. She’s a double agent (Read my definitive proof here.)
  2. She has a secret child.

The Secret Child is the invisible thread that connects everything together.

I have an abundance of ACD canon facts supporting this premise, but first here’s a visual to highlight my point.

I believe that Mary is based on Effie Munro; the suspicious wife in The Yellow Face.

Here’s a quick numeral summary of the parallels.

1) Effie moved to the UK five years ago.

2) She hides her past from her husband.

3) She is obviously involved in something shady.

4) Her husband catches her sneaking off and she refuses to explain herself or defend herself.

5) Her dear husband forgives her without further explanation. Okay, this is important: not only does her husband forgive her… but he forgives her using almost the same speech John used to forgive Mary (the essence of the message is exactly the same even if the wording is a bit different).

You are at liberty to preserve your secret, but you must promise me that there shall be no more nightly visits, no more doings which are kept from my knowledge. I am willing to forget those which are past if you will promise that there shall be no more in the future

6) It turns out Effie was hiding her child from a previous relationship.

7) It is a locket with the picture of the child that reveals the secret.

Now remember the necklace Mary was wearing in HLV?

Well, Moffatt, Gatiss, and Sue have said in the DVD commentary of HLV that the necklace has meaning and explains something.

Sue: She’s got a necklace there, hasn’t she?

Mark: Yes, we’ll have to explain that at one point.

Steven: There’s quite a lot of things we’ll have to explain, Mark.

I think just like in canon, the necklace represents the secret child. Instead of a locket with a photo (not really worn present day), it is a 5 petal redish-purple flower. I surmise that the flower is an actual violet and that the secret child is named Violet. (There are a tons of females named Violet in ACD canon!)

ETA: And now we know the name of the little sister is Rosie. Two flowers!

I wrote this post over three years ago and deleted it for *reasons*. I knew Mary had a secret child almost after viewing HLV but didn’t see it in the deductions until later on that year.  I decided to write my theory in a fanfic instead. You can read it here: Mixed Messages.


To conclude, I think the fact that Mary has a secret child is the hidden variable that explains several S3 plot holes  (including why Mary shot Sherlock; why John apparently forgave her; why Sherlock was willing to go to his death in Eastern Europe and leave John with Mary, why there was no romantic chemistry between John and Mary, why Sherlock seems to like Mary; why Mary didn’t defend herself; and finally why Mary isn’t jealous.)

Go to Part 2 to read the real reason why Mary shot Sherlock….



I’m tagging @avawatson because she reached the same conclusion as me recently. See her post here: http://avawatson.tumblr.com/post/154803870629/yellow-face-valley-of-fear-mary-secret

I’m also tagging @miadifferent because she’s a good detective and thought she might be interested.

Every time I hear a political speech or I read those of our leaders, I am horrified at having, for years, heard nothing which sounded human. It is always the same words telling the same lies. And the fact that men accept this, that the people’s anger has not destroyed these hollow clowns, strikes me as proof that men attribute no importance to the way they are governed; that they gamble — yes, gamble — with a whole part of their life and their so-called ‘vital interests’
—  Albert Camus, Carnets (1937)
Stiles Stilinski Imagine- Avoiding Love (Part One)


Authors Note- So this was sort of inspired by the film ‘Stuck In love” which is like the only romance film I can re-watch. The reader has quite an icy persona so if that’s not what you like then I’m sorry. I was listening to this song while proof reading and it sort of goes with it, if you care that is you can find it here x

“Therefore you cant live a positive life with a negative mind-” Stiles spoke, to conclude his class presentation. It was a Friday afternoon and your English teacher decided to publically ridicule you all by making you each do a five minute presentation on ‘Your personal outlook on life’. “Does anyone have any questions for Stiles, or does anyone want to challenge his view point?” the teacher asked. When you raised your hand with that cocky look of yours the teacher gave a small sigh that was almost inaudible, almost. “Yes Y/n” she breathed, you see she pretended to hate the many debates you and Stiles had but she secretly loved to hear you argue with thoughts in complete juxtaposition to one another’s. “Positive people also have negative thoughts, they just don’t let those thoughts control them” you contributed, mainly to see the face Stiles pulled when he tried to think of a quick argument back. “Exactly, so you’re saying that positive people have an overall positive outlook because they choose to ignore the negativity surrounding them” he scoffed smugly. “Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of negativity being with us all and some people wallowing in it more than others. But you cant define a positive attitude with ones ability to block out what happens in their life or around them” you retort. After noticing the majority of the students in your class were rather half asleep or confused your teacher interrupted and suggested you begin with your presentation. You stood up and smirked at Stiles as you walked past him, letting him know you were about to make his presentation look miniscule in comparison to your own. “I’ve always been one of those people who look ‘too deeply’ into a situation or into someone and that’s because I learnt from a young age that there’s always something more than what you could ever see. But the one thing I’ve never understood is love, I guess you could say it’s because I’ve never experienced it but if love means putting all your trust into someone besides yourself and hoping they don’t take advantage of that, then I think I’ll pass. I’ve watched people fall hopelessly for people who don’t feel the same and it’s the cruellest, most unforgiving heartache I’ve ever witness and what do we do? We convince ourselves that there’s some sort of force known as ‘love’ that excuses every shitty feeling we’ve ever felt, that makes the hell you feel okay because we’re supposedly all apart of a probable cause. So as you may have already guessed my 3am thoughts aren’t wasted on thinking about a guy who may or may not like me back, because I don’t spend every waking of my being wishing that I’ll finally find someone to spend the rest of my life with. Who’d have my children and get bored after going through a midlife crisis at 30, who’d look at all the young men at his work and be bitter of how his youth was somehow stripped from him by the responsibility of a family. Who’d end up having an affair, because they always do, dragging the children through all divorce has to offer. I guess what I’m trying to say is I believe that life has a deeper meaning, to the emotions we are told we should feel. Love doesn’t come naturally like sadness or anger, so why are we trying to make it more than it is? Life is what you make it, not what people tell you it should be” the bell rang shortly after you finished, the class clapped after hearing something that had never even crossed their minds before. You simply walked back over to your desk and picked up your school bag as if nothing happened, not seeing Stiles sit stiff in his chair, his mouth gawping at the sound of your harsh words.

”Y/n! Y/n!” Stiles called as he stumbled through the crowds of people in the hallway. You leant against your locker door and smiled as he approached you frantically. “What Stiles? Did you not have enough class time to disagree with me, so you want to carry it on into lunch again?” you questioned, with unavoidable sarcasm in your voice. “No, I just wanted to ask if you really feel that cynical about love” he said, as you began walking down the hall together. “You’re sweet Stiles, but I’m not a nice girl and you’re wasting your time if you think we’ll be anything more than this” you claimed, without batting an eyelid. “And what exactly are we now?” he questioned. “Nothing, we’re nothing Stiles” you spoke, it coming across more cold hearted than you intended to be with him. He stopped dead in the middle of the masses of students trying to get past to lunch or class, causing you to do the same and turn to look at him. His eyes widened as his head bobbed as he repeated the word “Nothing” in the form of a question. “Look, your friends are over there waiting for you. I suggest you hurry before they leave you” you said, deflecting what he was saying. He rolled his eyes, but said one last thing before you completely disappeared to find your own friends. “I may be nothing to you, but I’d be really interested in sharing a 3am conversation with you” he called. “We’ll see Stilinski, we’ll see” you called back, with an unavoidable grin on your face.

You opened your front door to see none other than Stiles Stilinski standing there, armed with a collection of Star Wars DVDS and popcorn. “Come in” you sighed with a laugh, not being able to turn away someone who resembled a lost puppy. “Are you here alone?” he asked, noticing the countess takeout boxes scattered on the kitchen worktop and the lack of sound other than the living room TV that was playing re-runs of old shows. “Uhm yeah, come on” you said, taking his hand and guiding him upstairs. You took the things out of his hands and placed them on your bed, before sliding open your bedroom window. Meanwhile he was running his hand along your things, that would have so many enriched sentimental memories that he wouldn’t be able to imagine if he tried. “Come on” you guided, gesturing for him to follow you onto the roof outside your window. “Are we not watching the films?” he pouted. “Stilinski you want to experience what a 3am conversation is like with me, this is as close as you’re going to get, so get your ass out here” you said while climbing out. He followed shortly and perched beside you. “How long have you been here alone?” he questioned. already half knowing the answer from what he could work out. Usually you were reserved when it came to things like your family, but there was just something freakishly weird that made you want to tell him. “You want the honest truth?” you glanced from the view of the outside world to look at the one in his eyes. He nod his head gently. “Well my mom caught my dad screwing his intern again and so they’re on a break together in the Maldives;  to try and ‘work things out’ so in other words its going to be an intense period of meaningless make-up sex because he’ll only do it again a few months down the line. So it’s just me and my brother, when he isn’t over at his friends house that is, getting drunk or stoned” you explained, sounding almost numb to the pain it should cause you. “I had no idea, I am so sor-” he began saying before you interrupted him. “Please don’t apologise, I’ve heard enough empty ones to last a lifetime” you claimed. “So is that what your presentation was based on? Your parents?” he asked. “Kind of, but their distorted version of a ‘normal’ relationship isn’t the only thing that makes me hate the idea of love. I guess it’s like religion, some people choose to believe in it for comfort and to give them hope because what would life be without hope, right?” you explained. “So you’re saying that love isn’t necessarily real, we just believe it is” he said, involuntarily raising his eyebrows. “Yeah, why do you disagree?” you asked mockingly, hitting his shoulder playfully with your own. “I do disagree. You see there’s this girl and I’ve liked her for a long time and every time I see her It just makes me smile and even something as simple as her tucking her hair behind her ear when she’s concentrating or yawning in the middle of class gives me a reason to smile everyday just thinking how lucky I am to have her in my life” he looked away from you with a cheesy smile on his face, that would usually make you want to punch him. Your heart fluttered for a moment, imagining what it would be like if someone talked about you the way he did for that girl but you couldn’t resist putting the barriers back up. “Just avoid love at all cost. That’s my motto” you sighed loudly. He shook his head with a smile, “You know, you make these things so difficult” he claimed. “What things?” you asked, furrowing your brows. “I like you Y/n, I like you a lot” he sounded nervous but relieved that he was finally saying it. “You don’t know the first thing about me” you said. You were experiencing so many new and mixed feelings and even then you refused to let your guard down, which must have been so frustrating for someone like Stiles. “Then let me get to know you, the real you” he finally looked back at you. You gave a small smile before standing up and making your way back to your bedroom window, gesturing for him to follow.

“You totally did cry!” you laughed, throwing a piece of popcorn at him. “No, I had something in my eye and no it was not my tears” he said embarrassed. “I guess these films aren’t as bad as I thought they were” you pouted, examining the star wars DVD box in your hand. “I don’t know whether to be offended or excited by that comment” he said, while pulling his phone out of his pocket. You looked over his shoulder to see how many missed calls and texts he had from all of his friends. “Oh shit, I’ve got to go!” he jumped up. You sighed, why does everyone leave you? You sat up on your bed and pulled the pillow onto your lap. “I guess I’ll see you around” you couldn’t hide the sadness in your voice. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” he asked, as he backed towards your bedroom door. “Yeah” you spoke softly. With that he headed downstairs. You weren’t sitting there for more than ten seconds before he barged back in, “On second thought, they can hold up without me for one night” he sat back down beside you on the bed and you looked at him with a smile and admiration in your eyes. That was before you shook it off and hit play on the next film. This time around it was more awkward for some reason and you found yourselves slowly getting closer to each other. You craved his touch, whether that be intentional or even something as simple as your arms or legs brushing past one another’s. Stiles checked the time on his phone as the movie came to an end, “It’s 1am, I best head off” he said softy, knowing you were half asleep. “Stay- Please” you spoke, looking up at him. He couldn’t help but stare at you for a moment, not really sure if this was actually happening or not. He slouched down beside you and stared at your celling with a smile on his lips. He didn’t expect Y/n Y/l/n, the girl notorious for being heavily guarded with little trust in people to rest her head on his chest and wrap her arm around him tightly before drifting off to sleep.

Your eyes drifted open, to see your arm resting on someone else. You felt someone’s head nuzzled in your neck and their arm around your waist. You ignored the initial feeling you felt and instead went with the one of regret. “Shit” you whispered, pushing them off you. Stiles groaned as he fell onto the floor beside your bed, which you couldn’t deny was pretty cute. He picked himself back up and rose to his feet. He’d never thought you’d looked more beautiful, strands of your hair messy but natural, your complexion glowing in the small amount of light coming from your window and your clothes all bunched, exposing your midriff, which you quickly covered after noticed him looking. “Get out Stilinski!” your voice was raspy and tired but still firm. He looked at you in confusion, “You do know, it was you that asked me to stay” he raised an eyebrow. “Just get out!” you threw a pillow at him and watched as he picked up his DVDS and shoes, before heading off downstairs. “Shit” you whispered again to yourself, sliding down your bedroom door after you shut it.

I’m definitely writing a part two, but did you guys enjoy this? Also bare with me with the other parts to “Because Of Me’, “The Girl In The White Dress’ and ‘What Happened To Y/n?’, I’m sorry I know you’ve been waiting for a while x