i wanna bite it but then again i don't

quantitatitivity  asked:

Hi Ana! I saw you're taking prompts so I was wondering if you could do "quit it or i'll bite" or "don't even think about it" for Sterek for the five word prompt thing? Much appreciated! <3

I mixed both, woo!


“Don’t even think about it.” Derek warns, slapping Scott’s hand away.

Scott yelps, gazes at the cake sadly. “But I wanna –” he starts to move his hand again and snorts when Derek turns to glare at him.

“Quit it or I’ll bite your finger off.”

Scott huffs. “I don’t know why he’s marrying you, you’re awful.”

Derek rolls his eyes, finishes frosting the cake and turns to put it in the fridge. “He’s not marrying me.” He says. Hopefully, Stiles will. “Can’t you see the cake? I still have to propose.”

Duh.” Scott rolls his eyes, turns to the sink and begins washing the dishes. That’s what he’s here for, Derek stressed earlier (’You can’t bake and your writing is shit, I don’t want this cake ruined!’, ‘Rude!’). “As if he would.”

Derek collapses on a chair, buries his face in his hands. “I – what if he does?”

“Stop that.” Scott throws water at him. “You just bought a house together and Stiles says he loves you every day –”

That is true and it warms Derek’s heart a little but it does nothing to calm his nerves. It’s a huge commitment and – what if the proposal isn’t good enough? Derek is not the most romantic person and although Stiles isn’t a romantic person himself, he still brings flowers every other day, and he texts Derek memes all the time and – and he deserves everything. “Yeah, but –”

“I wasn’t finished!” Scott yells, dropping the dishes and turning to stare at Derek. “You spent the entire day baking his favorite cake, you have rose petals all over your bed and you wrote a speech!” Derek opens his mouth to ask how Scott knows about the speech but closes it quickly when Scott shushes him. “It’s obvious you’d have a speech.” He points out. “What I’m trying to say is – Stiles will say yes no matter what.”

“Thanks.” Derek says, gruffly. “Sometimes you’re nice.”

“I’m always nice.” Scott protests, turning to look at his phone when it signals a new text. “Ah, Allison said he’s coming home!”

Derek jumps, the things aren’t ready yet! The dishes are still dirty, he’s forgotten to light the candles and – “Go, go.” Scott is still here. He begins pushing Scott towards the door at the same time he takes a look at himself and realizes his pants are dirty with chocolate.

This is going to be worst proposal ever.

Stiles parks the car just as Derek is finishing putting a clean shirt on. He runs downstairs, trips over a stray shoe and curses himself for not remembering to clean the house. He opens the fridge, takes the cake out and places it on top of the table. Yeah, okay, he checks the candles, maybe this will actually work. When Stiles walks in the house, yelling a 'I’m home’ Derek realizes he forgot the rings.

“Don’t move!” Derek yells, running to the living room.

Stiles takes in Derek’s clothes, looks around at the candles and arches an eyebrow. “What.”

“I forgot something.” He starts walking backwards towards the stairs. “But you’re not allowed to move.”

“Ever?” Stiles smirks.

Derek huffs. And he seriously wants to marry this asshole. “Shut up.” He says. “I’ll be right back.”

“Fine.” Stiles concedes. “Am I at least allowed to take my shoes off?”

“Yes, whatever, just – don’t go in the kitchen.” He runs to their bedroom as quickly as possible, grabs the ring from his nightstand and when he comes back, Stiles is exactly where he left him. “Thank you.” He sighs, smiling when Stiles shrugs like it’s nothing, like he’d do whatever Derek asks him to without questioning.

Derek really loves him, and that’s when he realizes that is the only important thing. Stiles loves him, Derek loves Stiles. It’s all he needs. “Will you marry me?” He blurts out, realizes he actually doesn’t care how it’s done, as long as Stiles is the one he’s asking.

“I knew it.” Stiles smiles brightly, the same way he did when Derek asked him out the first time, and then when they decided to move in together. “You were preparing something in the kitchen, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.” Derek admits, rests his hands on Stiles’ waist as Stiles circles Derek’s neck with his. “You just ruined it.”

“Me?” Stiles laughs. “How?”

“By being you.” Derek whispers. “I love you.”

Stiles flicks Derek’s ear fondly. “I love you too.” He says back easily, like he did this morning and all the previous mornings for the past four years. “And I will marry you. You didn’t even have to ask.”

Derek kisses him, then, wonders how could he have doubted Stiles would say yes, his love is clear in his eyes and in his kisses, in the life they built together.

Turns out the cake wasn’t necessary, but they have fun eating it in bed a couple of hours later.

sleep sentence starters 💤
  • "*yawn* I'm not tired I swear..."
  • "I'm too tired for this shit."
  • "Would you get mad if I fell asleep on you? You're so comfy.."
  • "You can take a nap on me if you want."
  • *wiggles around while dreaming like a sleeping puppy*
  • "I just had the weirdest dream... and you were in it!"
  • "My snoring's not that bad..."
  • "I do not snore!"
  • "Do I really snore?"
  • "I'm trying to sleep here!"
  • "That doesn't look like a very comfortable place to sleep."
  • *yawn*
  • "I do not drool when I sleep!"
  • "Do I really drool when I sleep?"
  • "If you do the cold water prank on me while I'm sleeping I'll kill you."
  • "If you do the whipped cream and feather prank on me while I'm sleeping you're dead to me."
  • *sleepy mumbling noises*
  • "Do I really talk in my sleep?"
  • "Do I say anything interesting when I talk in my sleep?"
  • "Have a nice nap?"
  • "Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite."
  • "Want me to sing you a lullaby?"
  • "Having trouble sleeping?"
  • "You can sleep in my bed if you want."
  • "Your snoring kept me up all night."
  • "Go to sleep already..."
  • "You were crying in your sleep... is everything alright?"
  • "Bad dreams again?"
  • "Not another nightmare is it?"
  • "You look exhausted, you should get some sleep."
  • *draws mustache on you while you sleep*
  • "You woke me up... I was having a nice nap too..."
  • "I wanna go back to bed..."
  • "Wh-? I jus' woke up..."
  • "You sleep too much."
  • "You don't sleep enough"
  • "You look so cute when you're asleep. So peaceful."
  • "Sometimes I watch you sleep."
Fake Mates & Running (Theo/Liam)

Since I’m not sure if I’m going to have time to actually write this out, I decided to do a not-fic:

Alternate universe-—werewolves are known, mating rituals, alive Hale family, fake/pretend relationship, possessive behavior, accidental bonding, semi-public sex, scent marking, sharing a bed.

Every year, the Hale pack hosts a tri-county Werewolf Mating Run (WMR). It’s compulsory for werewolves, and they have to be eighteen or older to Run.

It’s Liam’s first Run, and he is not into the idea at all. He thinks it’s a dumb tradition, and not romantic in the least. Participation is mandatory for every unbonded werewolf aged 18-35. Wolves in committed, unbonded relationships have to Run, but it is considered more of a ceremony and much less pressure is put on these werewolves. That’s where Liam finds his loophole.

All he needs is a fake mate.

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Matt Hastings said “maybe one of my favorite romantic scenes i’ve ever had the privilege of shooting”. This is so disgusting. I can’t believe the show i used to like so much is turning into shit. Im so disappointed, sad and angry. How can this be romantic? There’s no love here, Isabelle made Raphael addicted to her. She forced him to bite her even if he said “i cant do it” SHE !!!! ABUSED AND MANIPULATED !!!! HIM !!!!! to be honest, it’s like to see Simon & Camille again. And i can’t believe there are people out there who thinks that they’re cute together??? I’m just glad that Magnus called out their toxic relationship

So reading We’ll Meet Again has triggered some events for me. 

After reading it I fell in love with the WW2 Era and planes, and found myself signing up for an aviation class. 

This lead me on a fieldtrip to a Flight Heritage Museum where I got to stand on the wings of a P51 Mustang and really experience it. (yes I pretended I was Alfred with Lady Beth)

After the course I was still vastly interested…

and today I got to go to the Seattle Museum of flight where I got to touch an actual Messerschmitt BF109 and fill myself around all these WW2 Fighter Pilot Artifacts and I learned so many things… 

that totally brought George DeValiers work alive in ways I could have never imagined. 

and I walked away from it all with a P51 Mustang keychain;) 

If you want to see my pictures or do fanart for WMA or AWS based on the pics I got (which I’m totally open too btw like seriously its my favorite story in the world) just hmu! 

anonymous asked:

My FRIENDS are being super jerky to me so take their f*cling soul and bite it and burn it with all of ur hatred and just throw it away I don't wanna see any piece of their skin, sweat or hair on earth ever again ! Turn them into dust

Bendy: Ohoho I like your attitude and your “spirit” there child~ <3

Yamiga’s (late) Follower forever!

Okay! So I kind of reached my first milestone a while ago, lol…but here is my first follower forever (500 followers later). Also, I want to thank everyone who has been able to follow me and withstand the transformation I’ve had to go through. My blog when I first started was pretty rude, offensive and like, long story short I could understand why people started to dislike me. But I’m glad that I was able to see past my own ignorance and I’m glad for all of you who still stuck with me and for those who hated me at first but are now some of my close friends.

Thanks for everything. Thanks for those of you who have been with me and have helped me through my mental and emotionally problems. Thanks for everyone who has been able to share awesome theories with me! You’ve made TG a really fun experience. I’m taking a break now but you guys are the reason i’m going to come back…so thanks! And without further adieu, let me start.

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Well there it is! I’m sorry if I have missed anyone—this was difficult and it’s actually my 2nd time redoing this. It’s not gonna be my first though because I’m fast approaching another milestone. But just thanks every! You’ve made TG and tumblr a fun place! And I promise my TG hiatus won’t be too long, I’m just waiting for this arc again!

But again, thank you everyone who has followed me! Your blogs are amazing and you are amazing! 


  • A/N: Oh my God! I can’t believe I’ve already written 100 preferences and I don’t even have this blog for a year - even though the birthday is coming soon! What I am doing with my life?! Well, this was highly requested and I felt like I owe it to you... Enjoy :)
  • Luke: Not much had happened after your study encounter, you went home before you could go any further. You were unsure what to think of what had happened, what to think of Luke, of what you would next and most importantly: what to think of yourself. With those questions you walked through the hallways at school, following that old usual way to your locker. What wasn't so usual, though, was the tall blonde boy leaning against it. "Morning", he smirked once he saw you nearing. "L-Luke", you blushed, "What are you doing here?". "Don't I get my 'good morning' first?", he pouted. "Good morning", you rolled your eyes. "Nah ah", Luke replied, "I want a proper 'good morning'". "What do you mean, Luke?", you impatiently asked. You could feel everyone eyes in the both of you wondering why the punk was flirting with the nerd as if they were intimate for way longer than just one afternoon. "I mean", he pulled you closer to him by your waist - way gentler than you had expected -, "A proper 'good morning'", he leaned down and pecked your lips. You imagined it would be nothing more than a sweet peck - but you were wrong. Luke deepened the kiss, and you ended up being so lost in it that you allowed him to do so - helping him with that. "Good morning", you blushed once you broke the kiss. You didn't even want to think what people were thinking now, 'cause that was something they didn't usually see. "Still shy, huh?", he chuckled, "Even after what happened yesterday". "Luke", you censured him. "Aw, c'mon, I like it much better when you're moaning my name", he smirked, grabbing your bum slightly. "Luke", you said, more serious now and moving out of his reach. "Okay, okay. Sorry", he apologized, moving out of your way, "We need to finish our project, by the way". "We haven't even started it yet", you said, getting your books. "Oops", Luke laughed, moving some hair out of your face, "Sorry about that". "Luke", you turned to look at him, shutting your locker, "What's this about?". "What's what about?", he asked. "This", you pointed to him, and then to yourself. "We're just having some fun", he shrugged, biting his lips. "I could protest about that, but I'd just be wasting my time. So I'll go with: the whole school doesn't need to know we're 'just having fun'." "Oh, (Y/N), let them watch our little show", he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, walking you to your first class.
  • Ashton: 'Ashton?', you pressed the button to send the text. After texting for what felt like forever, you finally found someone that had Ashton's phone and was willing to pass it to you. You bit your lip, staring at the screen, as if that would make him reply faster. After you got lost from Ashton in the crowd, you ran as fast as you could and left through the backdoor of the house, running to your house. 'Yes?', your screen lit up with his reply. 'It's (Y/N)', you said, typing 'Are you okay?', and sending it right afterwards. 'So you're worried about me, huh?', you could feel him smirking while reading your text and smirking even harder while chuckling to himself whilst replying. 'I'm taking that as a 'yes' then', you rolled your eyes. 'I could be in jail right now', you read. 'They wouldn't let you keep your phone in jail, Ashton', you read the text you had just sent in your lecture voice. 'Maybe I sneaked it in', you rolled your eyes. 'Are you in jail?', you gave up. 'No', once again, you could feel smirking. 'Where are you then?', you waited for his quick reply. 'Home'. You stared at your phone for awhile, typing and deleting - thinking what to say. You didn't have to text anything, seeing as Ashton did the job for you. 'What about you?'. 'So you're worried about me, huh?', you smirked, mocking him. 'Well, of course. If you went to jail and your parents found out I made you go to that party I'd be screwed', you rolled your eyes. 'Shut up', you texted back. 'I'm not saying anything', you rolled your eyes once again, biting back a laugh. 'You know what I mean'. 'Are your parents asleep?', you were a little surprised by his quick change of subject. 'Yeah... Why?', you were curious. 'Wanna go to another party?'. 'Ashton we just ran away from the police', you pictured yourself saying those very same words sternly to him in a real conversation. 'I know', he replied. 'No, I don't want to go to a party', you were more direct this time. 'Wanna just go out then?'. 'Where to?', you pondered. 'I don't know, we can talk about it when I get there', you sighed, texting him your address.
  • Michael: "Hi, sweetie", your mom said when you got home. "Hey, mom", you said back, "What's for dinner". "Oh, about that", she began. "Oh no. What's going on?", you became suspicious. "Nothing really! Some friends are coming over, that's all", she shrugged. "What friends?", you insisted. Silence. "It's not Michael's family, is it?". Silence. "Mom!", you exclaimed. "I don't understand what happened", your mom sighed, "You were such good friends". "He's a prick! That's what happened", you explained. "Language". "Sorry", you sighed. "Well, please be polite, (Y/N). It's just one night.", she asked. "Fine", you sighed. You only had time to take a shower and get dressed before the doorbell rang and you went to open the door. "(Y/N)! Hi!", Michael's mom greeted you, "You've grown so much!". "Hi, Mrs. Clifford", you smiled, greeting Michael's father as well. "Hi, Princess", Michael whispered in your ear, giving you a hug. "(Y/N), why don't you and Michael go up to your room to talk?", your mom suggest, looking at you with pleading eyes, but a smile plastered on her face. "Sure", you faked a smile and walked to your bedroom. "So, this is my room", you said once you waled in. "I can see that", he chuckled. There was a moment of awkward silence, which was broken by Michael: "So, what time did you leave school?". "Not long after detention", you mumbled, blushing fiercely and avoiding to comment what had happened on the janitor's closet. "Oh", Michael noticed your embarrassment, "What did you do after detention". You gave him a death glare, wishing you could either disappear or kill him at that moment. "You know what I was doing, Michael", you angrily muttered, your whole face red now. "Oh, do I now? Refresh my mind", he smirked, moving closer to you 'till he was towering over you. "I was with you in the janitor's closet", you mumbled. "Really? And what did we do?", he was enjoying how uncomfortable he could make you - you were sure. "You fingered me", you said in a hushed tone. "Sorry, what?". "You fingered me", you said in a louder tone. "Oh, yeah. That's true", he smirked, "Thanks for reminding me". "Dinner's ready!", you heard your mom yell from downstairs before Michael could embarrass you more.
  • Calum: The rest of the day went rather calm. You were rather pleased to find out that the boys had followed Calum's order of not telling anyone about that little encounter in the Chemistry class. "Hey", you heard a voice from someone behind you in your ear and felt a pair of arms wrapping themselves around your waist from behind. "Hi", you replied, looking around to make sure the hallway was empty. "They kept quiet", you noted, smiling. "They did, didn't they?", he put his chin on top of your head. "Yeah, it was really nice of them". "Well, they should learn how to knock on a door", he muttered, walking next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "And you should learn not to make out with girls on the Chemistry class", you rolled your eyes. "You say that now, but you were quite enjoying yourself back there", he smirked, pecking your cheek when you blushed. You kept quiet, unsure of what to say. "Now you're quiet", he laughed. "Shut up", you mumbled. "What was that?", he asked, leaning down a little bit. "Shut up", you said a little louder. "Make me", he told you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing you against the line of lockers, "I said: make me". You stood on your tip toes, one hand finding it's way on Calum's hair and the other tugged on his shirt, pulling him closer. He leaned down and you tilted your face, connecting your lips. "You're much better when you're shut up", you mumbled against his lips when he broke the kiss. "You're much better when you're moaning", he winked. "So", he wrapped an arm around you again, returning to walk towards your locker, "I have a gig tonight. Wanna come?". "Really?", you asked, trying to hide the excitement in your voice, "I'd love to go". "Good", he said, "I'll pick you up at eight".
Emma's 'puppy dog' routine starts to wear thin...
  • At the gym: ...music plays *Bailando, bailando, bailando, bailando Ese fuego por dentro me va enloqueciendo, Me va saturando*
  • Emma: Oh Hey, Regina. Do you mind if zumba next to you?
  • Regina: Yes, I mind a great deal... *throws elbow as she mambos past*
  • At the hair stylist: ...*snip snip*
  • Emma: Oh hey, Regina. Just getting a hair cut! Your hair is so pretty...can I touch it?
  • Regina: I will stab you with scissors...*hair flips flawlessly and irresistably*
  • At the pool: ... *whistle sounds*
  • Emma: *burbles* Oh hey Regina, just swimming some laps. *splash splash*
  • Regina: So help me I will drown you, Ms. Swan! *elegant breast stroke*
  • At Granny's diner: ...*nom nom*
  • Emma: Oh hey Regina, just grabbing a bite to eat. Wanna share some tacos?
  • Regina: I most certainly don't want to share anything with you. *clicks away*
  • At Henry's school: ...*5 years from now*
  • Emma: Oh hey, Regina. I thought it was *my* day to pick up Henry.*places hand on Henry*
  • Regina: No, you are mistaken, dear. It's *my* day. *swats hand off of Henry*
  • Henry: *exasperated* Moms! I don't need either of you to pick me up from school. I can drive, I'm about to graduate...
  • In Regina's bed: ...*yawn stretch*
  • Emma: Oh hey, Regina.. fancy waking up next to you again.
  • Regina: *tired smile* Shut up, my idiot. *spoons tighter*
dreams [cs ficlet]

So I saw this post on my dash and madjm asked me for cursed!Emma dreaming a while ago and I dunno I just:


She doesn’t know who he is. In fact, in the dreams Emma’s not entirely sure who she is, because she doesn’t feel like the same person. She’s still Emma Swan but she feels different, she feels like she grew up different, somehow, she feels happy and home and there are people hovering in her head. They don’t even appear in the dream, they’re like memories of shadows but she knows that dream-Emma has a family. Dream-Emma has parents to hug her tight and love her, she’s got Henry of course, and so many other people as well - it’s hard to figure out who they are to her but somehow Emma knows she has them, even if they aren’t with her in the dream.

In the dream, she is on a ship.

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