There is something raw in her soul, something blunted, something that was torn off by teeth and never grew back. When she smiles at you, all her teeth are red. (Some are missing.) She is on the bottom of the schoolyard dog piles, the first to take a punch to the face. Her nose is broken in three places, but she can’t feel it. Her nerves went numb years ago; all that’s left to her now is anger. She slips under the seductive rush of rage and prays she’ll return having find her purpose. Surely, all things must have a meaning. If fire can both destroy and create, can’t she? When will something grow from the ashes of her? But every time the red fog clears, she finds her footing, cracks her jaw, wipes her nose and prepares for battle.
“Christian!” I sob. “Hush,” he says and holds me, burying his face in my hair and inhaling deeply. I raise my tear-stained face to his, and he kisses me far too briefly. “Hi,” he murmurs. “Hi,” I whisper back, the lump in the back of my throat burning. “Miss me?” “A bit.” He grins. “I can tell.” And with a gentle touch of his hand, he wipes away the tears that refuse to stop running down my cheeks. “I thought … I thought—” I choke. “I can see. Hush … I’m here. I’m sorry. Later,” he murmurs and kisses me chastely again. “Are you okay?” I ask, releasing him and touching his chest, his arms, his waist—oh, the feel of this warm, vital, sensual man beneath my fingers—reassures me that he’s here, standing in front of me. He’s back. He doesn’t so much as flinch. He just regards me intently. “I’m okay. I’m not going anywhere.”
Shu snuggled up to you, his face buried in your hair, his lips pressed against your neck.
He had fallen asleep after sex and you felt a little dizzy from him drinking so much of your blood.
You slip carefully away from him to go and fetch some water. You remember you bought some flavoured water and left it downstairs. Slipping on Shu’s shirt you make your way down.
‘Hey bitch chan…’ You turn and find Laito yawning as he passes you.
'I nearly missed you..your tasty blood is masked by my brother’s scent. He’s tried hard..fufu~’
'Huh? What do you mean?’
'Shu has tried to cover you with his scent, his marks and fufu~ even inside you..’
You blush hard.
He leans in and smells you.
'But..bitch chan still smells so good~’ he makes his turned on noises.
'Ah..Laito I just need to go..’
You both find Shu standing behind you. He glares at his brother, who suddenly smirks and walks away.
'Ah Shu. I was getting my water..Laito he..’
'I know. Now come back to bed. Just have a normal glass of water.’
He grabs your wrist and drags you along to his room.
'B-but Shu! Was what he said true?’
He pulls a you against the wall.
'Your scent drives everyone crazy. The blood in your veins is so alluring I can’t take it. You are lucky they haven’t drained you dry.’
You frown, 'Am i? But..you like it right?’
'I want to drink every drop. But..my attachment to you is deep so..’
You kiss him.
'You like me, not because of my blood?’
He sighs and nods. He hoped his brothers weren’t around to witness him being soft.
'Take me to bed Shu..’
I had a dream Connor showed back up and did whole Romeo thing to Jude. "I'm sorry. Can we at least be friends again?" Jude shocked and missed him didn't want to be just friends. Kissing Taylor and Jack showed he only loved Connor. "No." Connor's face fell. "Oh." Connor looked down as Jude tilted his head up. "I want to be boyfriends again.." They kiss and Jude pulls away slowly. "Come here I want to show you something." Connor climbs in quiet to not wake family since it's 5am. When they sit on Jude's bed Jude pulls out a box. LGBT prom, nail polish, and everything. "I kept it." Connor smiles picking up blue nail polish. Shakes it before opening it.
Would never happen but oh well that’s why we dream huh?
And this gif set I’ve noticed Connor loved Jude more then Jude loved Connor. Like Jude even said “I’m gay for you..” Or something remember? And Connor finally found someone who wouldn’t leave him and love him. But it happened. :(
Small things I noticed Connor Stevens was/is still in love with Jude Adams Foster.
“Anybody who dedicates himself to exploring the human condition, there’s always a detached eye that’s watching. In any situation, a little part of me is observing it, to see if there are any raw materials to create something else later.”
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stuart Stilinski/Reader/Void!Stuart Words: 3,786
AN: You aren’t ready for this. I promise you. Also I didn’t do a ton of editing so I’m sorry if there are mistakes, I’m sure I’ll catch them cause I re-read my own stuff like 1000 times cause I have OCD. I also almost forgot to give a big thanks to @thelittlestkitsune And @mystic-biscuit for their help with this fic!!
Warnings: There’s a little bit of choking.
Missy and I on the last day were shooting LATE (like 4 am), hanging out, waiting to get the shot… and she said something and I said, ‘Miss, I didn’t hear that, cuz I’m so tired, your words just bounced off my face like popcorn but didn’t go in my ear.’ She laughed. :) [Ben on one of his favorite memories from set.]
It all started with those letters. Remember how my hatbox went missing? I had letters inside, letters I wrote to the boys I loved. They were supposed to be private, they were never supposed to be sent, but then somebody did, and everything turned into a mess. Josh got one, and Peter got one, and I was just so humiliated… Peter and I decided to pretend to date so I could save face in front of Josh and he could make his ex-girlfriend jealous, and the whole thing just spun out of control.