if its to put her down again

  • Hunk: uh Guys... is there something wrong? i can't go training cause Yellow won't put her barrior down, she's ignoring me
  • Lance: WHY IS BLUE SHUTTING ME OUT AGAIN
  • Shiro: Black's not responding to me either??
  • Pidge, through radio: guys??? what's going on?
  • Keith: c'mon Red, it's me! Keith!
  • *earlier*
  • Blue: idc im not talking to Lance
  • Yellow: what why
  • Green: they all got asked which was their favorite animal and nONE OF THEM SAID Lion
  • Yellow: [gasp]
  • Red: Keith prefers a HIPPO over me
  • Black: omg red
  • What I say: I'm fine.
  • What I mean: Cheryl Blossom loves her parents despite how poorly they have treated her all her life. She's no doubt suffered years of emotional and verbal abuse, it's obvious in the way that reacts to her surroundings and how she puts other people down so she can feel in control. When Penelope accuses Cheryl of hating her father, she becomes distraught once again and tries defending herself. Cheryl publicly apologized to Jughead and went as far as to give him her spider broach which is her prized possession seeing how often she wears it. This girl tried to kill herself and was then abandoned by the same people who had come to her rescue, she feels completely alone. Cheryl feels like a nuisance to everyone and jUST WANTS SOMEONE TO LOVE HER DAMN IT. GIVE THIS GIRL A HUG ALREADY.
The Blue Room (missing 02x08 moment)

She weighed next to nothing in his arms. So fragile yet strong at the same time. They were breathing each other so deeply… The heat of the fire in their room had nothing on them. It was about comfort, it was about healing and it turned into so much more so fast. They were the extension of the fire at that moment.

“Let’s go bed.”

“Aye.”

Jamie slowly walked the distance between where they stood and the bed, like he was walking on clouds. His hands running from her backside to her thighs and just holding her up as he did, had left a trail of tingling sensation that Claire was still reeling from. She needed his big hands on her again, lighting up her every nerve. There was a time not long ago that she wasn’t sure she’d ever feel it, or wanted to feel it, or that she could. But only those hands, made for her, given to him for her, like he had once said, could heal her.

She was running her smooth delicate fingers on his nape and upper back, drawing patterns and words they could not utter, since breathing was turning into a hardship at this point. Claire needed out of her stays, she felt restrained. All she wanted was his weight on her, his burning hot skin against her. She wanted to feel his muscles and scars, to kiss them, to lick his perfect worked stomach. Tonight she was hungry for him in a way that only love filled with lust could explain. And he is mine.

How is this woman mine? Jamie asked himself that question many times and caging Claire with his toned arms atop the bed just reminded him yet again of the wonder of her love for him. That flushed beauty, her mouth semi-open for his kisses, her teasing eyes… He ran his nose along her neck and caught her lips. She tugged on his hair for dear life and her tongue came out to dance with his, to claim him. Like any person else could compare… If he could, he would be claimed like this every single day of his life.

And the flames went higher…

Jamie held himself up on his elbows, close to the precipice of losing balance altogether, as Claire started running her foot up his calf, lifting the kilt ever so slightly. Biting him gently on the lower lip, she released the auburn curls and sat on the mattress. Like on their wedding night, he helped her untie the restraining stays, and exactly like on their wedding night their gazes didn’t leave one another. Only difference was, the desire was stronger, the air was heavier.

After removing the stays, Claire unbuckled the kilt’s belt and maddeningly teasing, slowly removed the plaid in all his glorious folds aside. He was intensely ready himself. It overwhelmed all her senses like always. If it weren’t Jamie, this lack of control would have left Claire nervous, but it could never happen with Jamie… “Jamie.” She breathed.

“I’m here, Sorcha.”

He lifted her shift over her head, the sudden gush of cool air caused by the movement of it making her nipples stiffen. That and the dark blue gaze that didn’t fail to shake her to her core. She was still in her stockings, one loose and one still fastened with a flimsy pink tie. She made a move to take them off but he didn’t let her, holding her hands, he placed them around his neck again, while he ran his hands up her glorious round arse and held her tight around the waist, closer to him. Not one inch of room left to breathe anything else but the sweet scent of each other, enhanced by the flames that only went higher.

He started kissing and sucking on her neck, tasting her herbal sweetness, moving one hand to comb her curls away. The only sound in Jamie’s ears were Claire’s exquisite soft moans. Those sounds that made him go mad, also made him relinquish all his senses to her incredibly smooth skin. Moving to her lips again, the intense and slow kiss held a promise of contained words. Words that were not enough to describe the chemistry that happened between them in these moments. He wanted to watch her lose herself.

Feeling Jamie peeling his beautiful mouth away from her, Claire whimpered. He replied by putting his forehead against hers and swayed for a bit holding her in place. One hand tucked her hair behind her ear and a cheeky smirk came upon his face as he dragged his hands over her arms and laid down. She knew what he wanted. And she wanted to give it to him.

That bed and its magic blue quilt was their sanctuary, a place that held many whispers and sweet nothings, said in the dark of the night and in the fresh light of the dawn.

Jamie lay down and placed a hand on his wife, his goddess, guiding her to climb on top of him. The sensations was overwhelmingly satisfying, it was a lightning coursing through them, echoes of thunder reverberating through their limbs. Smiling at her, he put both hands on her shoulders as she started to rock. Slowly, he let his arms run along hers and up again. Their breathing was erratic.

She was supporting herself on him, the marble of his torso feeling like an anchor in a sea of blue quilt. “You feel so good, Jamie.”

“Mo nighean donn”, he said in a whisper like sob. “Don’t stop, Claire…” Moaning, their hearts and bodies rode each other. Jamie placed his hand in the center of Claire’s chest, feeling the frantic rhythm of her heart, slowly reaching for her ivory breasts, kneading and teasing her.

He loved watching her - her head dropping backwards as she started to lose herself in the moment - trying to remain “bodily sober” enough to see her face change a thousand beautifully different ways with their lovemaking, but he too was about to lose it as well.

Claire leaned forward gifting her breasts to him and Jamie thought heaven was upon him. Taking one nipple in his mouth, he sucked and softly bit and felt Claire shiver under her hands. She held his head with some force and if Jamie were to die for lack of air, he would have died one happy man.

“You’re so beautiful, Claire. Please don’t stop mo nighean donn, more.”  

“Oh Jamie, my love.”

Claire was starting to lose herself entirely, holding onto Jamie’s neck and shoulders wanting to kiss him, but not wanting him to take his mouth from where it was. Jamie groaned and sat up completely. She kissed him urging for his tongue to meet hers, trying to get into him and he was getting into her. So deep, so passionate, so so so much, but never enough.

Claire caressed his face, marveling at his furrowing brow, smoothing it, kissing it. They were still riding thunder as Jamie brought one hand down to touch the place, hot enough as to make metal melt, as to turn coal into diamond. Then, he buried his face in her neck, she burying her nails in his back, and ecstasy ensued. Together, they became one. Jamie kept his face on her neck, Claire was overdone with one long sob leaving her lips as the aftershocks came through. She couldn’t let go, she couldn’t breathe and neither could he.

After the lingering effects washed over them, Jamie held his well rested wife against him. She propped herself on her elbow, kissed and caressed his pecs and whispered, smiling, “Tha gaol agam ort, mo Seaumais”.

“‘Till our life should be done, my Claire.”

gifs © @suhailauniverse

(Thank you to the masters @suhailauniverse and @gotham-ruaidh for the advice and corrections <3 <3.)

Against the World - Tony Stark x Reader

Request: I completely lost the pure request itself and all the kind things I remember you saying, but this is basically a Tony!YoungReader where he doesn’t like the age difference between them but still loves her!

Warnings: Age difference, (25 year old reader x Tony) kissing.

Words: 2 475

A/N: Sorry for being away for a couple of days! I’ll try and post more next week. Please tell me what you think! (Also I’m sorry for any typos I’m too lazy to read through this one as I’m posting it.)

TAKING REQUESTS!

Originally posted by mamalaz


He took a sip of his coffee, walking down the long, glass-walled, hallway to the lab he had occupied with his current project. He was more than tired. Closer to wrecked. He had slept for three hours in his room at the Tower before he had woken up. Day and night he worked and woke up just as he started falling asleep. It was like he was in a spiral of bad habits and he couldn’t get out-

He lowered the cup from his lips, his jaw dropping and eyes staring into Y/N’s lab where she was sat at a workbench, leaning over her latest project with intense focus. Her dedication to science and tech was something he did not just admire tremendously, but it was insanely attractive. So few women in his life shared his interest with the same amount of passion as he did.

He was so mesmerized by her that he barely noticed her catching him looking and waving at him through the glass wall. He hastily waved back and swallowed harshly, stepping inside the lab he had given her, which was the one as close to his as possible.

“Hey.” He smiled as she took a break from her tinkering. “You’re up early.”

She looked up at the clock on the wall which stood at barely six in the morning. She shrugged, smiling warmly and being much more awake than him. “I went to bed early last night.” She explained and he wished the same would apply to him. It felt as if his body could shut down at any second.

“Oh, likewise.” He huffed, attempting to sound reassuring but only exaggerating his nervousness. “Got some good shuteye and now I’m ready for the day.”

“Really? Those bags under your eyes says otherwise.” She raised a brow and watched the dark and sulking skin under his reddened eyes which were begging for sleep.

He rubbed his free hand up and down his neck, forcing a smile to not let his spirits drag her beautiful soul down. “Okay, so maybe I didn’t get as much as I wanted, but I’m still ready to work.”

She stood up from her seat with a hopeless sigh, walking towards him. Tony froze as she walked around him and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“You need sleep, Tony. You’re always working and it’s taking its toll. I mean, geez, your muscles are ridiculously in need of this right now.” She said and squeezed his shoulders, rubbing her thumbs into the muscles with whatever skill she had learnt from practicing on others.

“Oh yeah, whatever, little to the left.” He said sarcastically whilst putting his coffee down, knowing it’d put a smile on her face.

She chuckled behind him and squeezed a wince out of him by roughing her grip on his shoulders again. “Stop! It’s not funny, okay?” She spoke between her ceasing laughter. “This is about your health and you need to take it more seriously.”

“I am taking it seriously. I’m having you massage my shoulders.” He said just as cockily as before, but this time she didn’t laugh. Instead, she grabbed his shoulders and spun him around to truly lecture him, but the surprisingly close space between them rendered her silent.

Her hands were on his shoulders, her eyes locked onto his lips before moving up to his warm, brown, eyes. He was equally as lost in her. His eyes weren’t able to tear away from her own lips, not even when he noticed how she looked up into his eyes. He was barely in control of his right hand that slowly began to move from her hip and up her side. Her arms reached further and her hands traveled from his shoulders to the back of his neck and he could feel her cautiously pull him down for her but it was there he snapped out of it.

“I’m-” He felt pathetic, tears burning in his eyes and threatening to slip. “I can’t.”

She didn’t know what to say to that.

“You’re-” He didn’t know what to say either. He let his eyes flutter close as if Y/N would go away if he did.

“I’m what?” Her voice broke and his heart ached at her fear of not being good enough for him. If she only knew how opposite their reality was.

“You’re young…” He couldn’t leave her to imagination. He didn’t have the heart. “You’re too young…”

She was at a loss of words at first, but she had always been quick witted, another quality he loved about her amongst the dozens of others. “I’m twenty five, Tony. There’s just…”

“Over two decades between us.” He completed her sentence.

“Why does that matter? Is it because of your own opinion, or because of others?” She retorted instantly. He didn’t want to answer that question. She would end up being right in the end and he would end up torturing himself for submitting.

“Because I’m old enough to be your father-”

“But you’re not.” She closed the space between them again and he couldn’t tear away as she placed one hand over his cheek, using the other one to guide his hand back to her side. “You’re not my father. You’re my coworker, my friend… And I can’t be the only one of us that have felt the electricity between us the past, few months.”

She wasn’t. Every day he would be tortured by her. She felt like the forbidden fruit to him, testing his temptation.

“Please tell me I’m not standing here and you don’t feel a thing for me?“

“God no.” He couldn’t let her continue on that track. “Of course I feel something too, Y/N, but it’s not right. I should know better.”

“You shouldn’t.” She attempted to pull him down to her again and he gave in slightly, causing her lips to practically move over his as she spoke. “Who says this isn’t right? I sure as hell don’t.”

“Well, the rest of the world does…” He sighed, shutting his eyes and inhaling her calming scent.

“Why would you care about the rest of the world? They don’t have anything to do with us…” She stood up on her tiptoes and reached for his lips with her own, but he pulled back once more, no intention of submitting to her again.

“Y/N, please… This is already difficult for me…” He pleaded and she was beginning to feel how much of a fool she was making of herself by continuing to push Tony. “Don’t make it any harder.”

She felt the embarrassment creep up her cheeks, wanting nothing more than to reverse time and tell Tony she was busy as he had came into her workshop. “Sorry…”

That single word had been like a knife through his heart. He wanted to grab her, kiss her like the world depended on it, but he remained still. He watched the hope in her eyes of something more than coworkers vanish gradually until it was gone.

“I’m gonna go now…” She stated as she began to move towards the door out. He was too lost in his own thoughts to do the right thing and leave her alone in her lab. Instead, he watched her leave him, regretting everything he had said and done.


It had been a week of horrid conversations where they would barely exchange a couple of words. The team had noticed since day one and the anxious awkwardness was starting to leave permanent damages. The more time that went by the more it felt as if their relationship would remain like that forever.

He was sat in his private lounge, slowly sipping on some bourbon and watching the landing slide which hovered above the balcony, when the elevator dinged and the doors opened up.

It was Y/N.

“Hi…” She forced a smile, watching Tony hastily put down his drink and get up from the couch, turning towards her.

“Hello…” His lips parted, barely believing she was speaking to him. He glanced down her clothes which were promotional of Stark Industries, yet she looked as good as ever.

“I was just worried since you missed dinner.” She looked behind him to his drink before meeting his eyes again. She could tell how little sleep he must have gotten. He looked awful, like he hadn’t slept for the entire week since their moment in her lab.

“I did?” He questioned, looking down at the watch wrapped around his wrist to see it was nearing midnight to his surprise. “I- I didn’t realize…”

“I was also wondering what we are going to do about this?” She motioned between them. “I can’t live here if this… Cold shoulder, is going to last. I don’t have a problem in moving I could go back to-”

“Don’t.” He warned her, walking up to the elevator where she remained. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

“I’m not joking, Tony, don’t you realize that? I understand that I crossed the line this past weekend and you have every right to ignore me, but I can’t have this in my life. This… Denial, this neglect…”

He looked down her plum lips, feeling the bourbon wander to his mind and cloud his judgment. “Please don’t move…” He begged, taking yet another step closer and becoming just as close as the time where their feelings had begun to reveal.

“Don’t be so cold towards me.” She bargained, hoping he would accept her offer. She looked up at him and saw how he evidently had his stare glued to her lips and not her eyes, her pure reflexes parting her lips which had became Tony’s invitation.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, feeling the sweet taste of white wine from the long dinner she had surely had with the others. He let his right hand rest beneath her ear and his left one at her back, bringing her closer and sighing as she wrapped her arms around his neck, their kiss deepening.

“Tony…” She attempted but was cut off by his lips wrapping around her own. She couldn’t resist him. She wanted her common sense to take action but she had felt something for Tony for too long to deny his incredibly joyful kisses.

She felt his hands inch down, passing over her behind, before resting at her thighs where he launched her up to wrap her legs around his abdomen. She complied and let him carry her to the backless part of the lounge sofa where he laid her down carefully.

“I love you.” He emitted from nowhere, making her hand push him away from her to meet his stare.

“What?” She didn’t want to believe it.

“I love you… I love you, I love you, I love you. I’ll say it a thousand times more because it’s the truth.” His hips moved down to between her legs as he leaned in for another kiss, savoring her lips.

“However much I want to believe this, you’ve been drinking tonight.

“That’s my first glass.” He answered truthfully, although she found that hard to believe. “I swear to you Y/N, this is me talking, not the liquor.”

“Really?” She questioned. “Then hoe come you changed your mind? Last Saturday you sounded pretty clear in what you wanted.”

She allowed him to dip down for yet another kiss and her stomach fluttered as his tongue slid against her gracing lips, sending a shiver through her body which left goosebumps in its wake.

“Because of what you said. Why should I care about the rest of the world? They don’t have a goddamn thing to do with you and I.

“Tony…” She knew he was tipsy, no matter what he said. He kissed her again and she sighed at the sweet sensation. “If you can, without regret, kiss me in the morning? Then we can talk… I don’t want you to do something that you’ll regret.”

He let out a long and deep breath, looking down to where their bodies met as he hovered above her.

He gave in. “Alright. Tomorrow morning.” It sounded almost like a promise.


She heard a knock on her door at seven in the morning. She hurried to get dressed, too newly awoken to have any clear thoughts. She rushed to the door as the third knock erupted and opened it up. In the hallway outside stood Tony, a look of determination on his face.

Just as the silence between them began to grow too long and she was about to break it by saying something, Tony crossed the space between them and kissed her again. She allowed herself to mold into his arms and enjoy the feeling of his gentle lips against hers.

“See?” He said as he broke loose, chest heaving. “No regrets.”

She looked up into his innocent eyes. “Really?” She couldn’t help but question. He had seemed so determined when they first spoke about whatever it was they had between them. To see such a drastic change seemed too good to be true.

“Two hundred… I’m so sorry that I rejected you before, so sorry for the things I said. That’s not how I feel… This is.” He kissed her again and together they stumbled into her bedroom until they backed up against a wall.

She chuckled as they clumsily moved around, her hands holding herself steady on his sturdy shoulders.


He rushed around the car to get the door for her. She rolled her eyes at his hopeless need to be a gentlemen to her at all times, yet smiling as widely as ever at his kind gesture.

Two months had passed since the kiss in her bedroom. Together they had planned and thought of a way to let the team know what was happening, even if most of them had felt the loving warmth that had erupted between one another.

“You ready?” Tony asked as he laced his fingers with hers in front of the five star restaurant he had booked entirely for the team to have a dinner at. She shook her head no but smiled, tightening the grip of his hand which, was as much of a yes as he was going to get.

They walked inside together a few minutes passed the scheduled time to have everyone gathered. As the doors opened up at their arrival, the entire team turned towards them, their eyes lowering to where Tony and Y/N’s hands were connected.

“Sorry we’re late.” Tony apologized as he led Y/N to her seat and pushed the chair in after her before taking his own seat. “Traffic was awful.”

“Like traffic is the thing we want to be talking about right now?” Rhodes said, pulling his head back and raising his brows as he looked between the two.

The Youngest Member

Prompt: Imagine being the youngest member of the Suicide Squad and the team being protective of you.


Just a short little something

———-

You groan at Killer Croc picks you up and puts you behind him again, “Waylon!”

“I told you to stay behind me. Floyd told you to stay in the back”

You snarl and unfurl your whip, “I’m on this team for a reason!”

“Calm down, Honey! We know you can kill people! But you’re just a baby!” Harley shouts, using her bat to hit another creature.

Instead of saying anything else, you snap out your whip coiling it around the neck of another creature and ripping its head clean off. “I’m not a baby, just ‘cause I’m younger than the rest of you, doesn’t mean I can’t hold my own”

“Come one, Little Badass, you know we can protect you! You don’t even have to fight!” Floyd yelled, still shooting.

You just tighten your grip your whip, snapping it up to wrap around a light post, and spring boarding off of Waylon’s back, throwing yourself in the middle of the fight. You use your whip and knives to tear the creatures apart, literally. The fight is over when Floyd jumps on top of the cop car and takes down everyone else. You carefully coil your whip back up, careful to avoid the sharp parts, and tie it back to your hip.

“I thought I told you to stay back!” Rick shouted, getting right in your face, “You were ordered to stay behind Killer Croc! You disobeyed orders! Do you want me to blow your head off!!”

Suddenly Harley is between the two of you, her teeth bared at Rick, and Floyd has a gun to his head, even Waylon has his claws out, George has a boomerang at Ricks throat, and Chato looms nearby, “Ya don’t get to talk to our girl like that, Mister Rick, you should know that by now” Harley growled

“Whiplash is on this team for a reason, Cupcake. We all are, so let her do her job” Floyd growled

“You’re the one who first ordered her to stay back” Rick snarled, putting his hands up, and taking a step away from everyone.

“I told her to stay close to someone, just in case she needed help. She hasn’t had as much experience as most of us here, I wanted her to have back-up. I never told her to hide behind one of us.”

“Guys!” You shout, drawing everyone’s attention, “While I’m flattered that you all care so much, it would be a lot better if found cover. We need to get our target, and then we can get out of here”

“Pipsqueak is right, boys. I think these thinks are movin’” Harley said, sauntering away.

“This is gonna be a long mission” you groan, starting to follow the older woman.

“Don’t worry, we won’t let anything happen to you, Y/N”

You turn to glance at Waylon, for some reason he had appointed himself your guardian, “Thanks, you overgrown lizard”

Floyd chuckled at your name calling, nudging you with his gun, “Go catch up to, Harley. I need someone to keep an eye on her while I figure out what we’re doing next”

You wave them off, jogging to catch up to the crazy woman, who had taken to hitting one of the creatures with her bat. “I swear it moved!”

11 am

“I’ll always be your best friend. No matter what.”

Part I / Part II
Pairing: Shawn Mendes x female character
Rating: Explicit
Words: 1989


Shawn wakes up to whispers outside his door, voices that speak words that are too low for him to clearly hear. At first, he’s confused, because why is there an arm slung over his waist? Then it hits him, the memories of last night. He realises that the person lying next to him is none other than the person he took home last night and kissed. His best friend.

He can feel every exhale of her slow breaths against his bare back. The second thing that he registers is the pounding in his head, and he definitely regrets the last couple of shots he did last night. His thoughts move at a mile per second, because he doesn’t know what to make of the situation as a whole, and there are a dozen questions running around his head, but he forces himself to stop. Eventually, the initial shock wears off and all he can think of in the moment is how badly he needs to pee. Carefully peeling off the arm around him, he tiptoes to his door and hears the voices clearer this time.

“I told you it would happen before they graduate,” says a male voice that definitely belongs to his father.

“Do you think they…?” He hears his mother’s concerned voice.

“They share clothes all the time, don’t they?”

“I guess, but this one was dry. By the jacuzzi.”

“Well, good on him then,” his father chuckles, and Shawn can see the face his mother must be making, in his head.

He can feel his cheeks turn hot as he hears his parents’ conversation about what sounds a lot like his sex life. He steps outside and clears his throat to make them aware of his presence, and his mother moves at the sound, swiftly spinning around to face him.

“Morning champ,” his father smirks.

His mother gives her husband a disapproving look before turning to look at Shawn in his more than fucked state with suspicion. “Honey, were you drunk last night?” she asks, narrowing her eyes, a warning sign that tells him that he better not lie.

Shawn sighs, knowing that there’s no point in lying when he will likely be spending most of the day in bed with the lights out. “Just a little,” he says apologetically. It’s not a lie, he’s only bending the truth a little, so he tells himself that it’s fine.

His mother shakes her head. “I found this by the jacuzzi. Is it yours?” She asks, holding up a thin jumper in front of him.

“Yeah,” he lies this time, taking it from her hands. He searches for a believable explanation to how and why it would end up on the porch, but comes up with nothing, so he just stands there awkwardly for a moment, watching his parents’ amused expressions. “I’m gonna brush my teeth,” he says, walking down the hall to the bathroom. He turns his head to look back, and they’re looking at him with grins on their faces.


They make their way down the stairs and into the kitchen to find his dad stirring something in a pot while his mom sets plates on the table. His mom tries, far too obviously, to hold back a grin when she sees them.

“Hey,” Shawn greets them. “What are you guys up to?”

“Lunch, and then we’re leaving for the conference,” his mother replies.

“So you’ll be gone?”

“All day,” she smiles, her gaze moving to the quiet girl next to Shawn. “Do you guys want some pasta?”

“I think I’ll just have some breakfast,” Shawn says.

“Yeah, me too.”

They eat in silence for the most part and it’s a little awkward, because when she’s there they always talk and laugh. Shawn thinks that his parents know well enough not to speak loudly around two hungover teenagers, and he really appreciates that, even though it makes the atmosphere a little thick. The food helps though, because he feels less nauseous after the meal.   

“So, what do you wanna do?” She asks with a faint smile, once his parents have closed the door behind them.

“Movie?”

They’re about fifteen minutes through The Conjuring when Shawn wants to stop watching and begs her to make cookies. She groans, but agrees eventually.

“Only because I love you,” she mutters, dumping a cup of chocolate chips into a mixing bowl.

“You just admitted you love me,” Shawn lilts.

“Piss off,” she laughs with a shake of her head. “You big baby.”

She makes the cookies, which takes a lot more time than the recipe predicted because she has to defend the dough from Shawn, but eventually gives in and gives him the last of what’s left in the bowl once she has placed the baking tray in the oven.

They return to the living room with the cookies and eat them while the plot unfolds on the screen. When the cookies are finished and there are only crumbs left, they lay down close together on the couch, Shawn holding her from behind with an arm around her waist. She appears to be paying attention to the film on the screen, but Shawn has his eyes shut, and his face hidden in her neck because the film is much more frightening than he had anticipated.

She screams when a scary scene comes on, and jumps. “Sorry,” she says.

“It’s okay,” he says. “I’m here.”

His arm tightens around her and he buries his face in her neck, then he kisses the exposed skin, innocently at first, until his kisses move out to her shoulder and his mouth opens. The kisses travel back towards her neck and Shawn sucks on the flesh, biting playfully. She sighs in pleasure, and as if on instinct, her bottom pushes back against his crotch and he groans at the pressure. She turns to him and meets his lips with her own, playfully swiping his tongue with hers. Shawn kisses her back with passion, her fingernails digging into the back of his neck, and the electricity of her touch travels to every inch of his body. Then she tugs at his hair and directs his mouth to her neck.

“Keep going,” she says.

Her leg slots itself between his and she presses against him and starts to rock against him slowly with a gentle pressure and Shawn feels his underwear tighten. He shivers when her hand travels down his back, around to the front of his waistline and cups him outside of his sweats. The moan that he lets out is embarrassingly loud, and he just knows that she’s smirking above him. He feels dazed, as if what they’re doing isn’t real, as if it’s a dream. Because never had he ever thought that he’d have his open mouth on his best friend while she has her hand on his erection. He resumes to working on a mark he has started on her shoulder while her hand goes down his pants and takes a proper hold of him and starts with slow strokes that make him impossibly harder. Her hand stops a moment later, and he whines at that, giving her a disappointed look.

“I’m not about to give you a dry handjob. Do you have anything?” she explains.

“In my room. Let’s go?”

He gets up first, helping her stand and keeping her hand in his as he leads her up the stairs back to his room. It takes a while until he finds the bottle of lube and condoms at the back of a drawer, but when he does and places them next to his pillows on his unmade bed, it all becomes real, because he doesn’t know what’s about to happen between him and his best friend. Even though he’s known her forever, this is new, it’s delicate.

She must have picked up on his feelings, because she takes his face in her hands and whispers against his lips, “It’s okay.”

She sits him down, kisses him softly, climbs on top of him, and drives him crazy. It’s slow, like it was last night, and he’s nervous, but she strokes his jaw with her thumb, and he feels a little reassured. His hand makes its way under her shirt, and then they shed their clothes until they’re both in their underwear. Her spread thighs bracket Shawn’s as she moves slowly against his length with her heat against him. His hands beg for her to take off her knickers and she allows him to pull the confines down her legs. Then she reaches down to remove the last piece of clothing on his body and he’s stark naked underneath her. She moves against him again, this time without a barrier between them.


Her arm rests between them as she comes down from her high. Shawn puts his hand over hers and places his fingers between hers, giving her hand a light squeeze. They lie next to each other, close, but it still feels like far. All he can see is her, but her eyelids remain shut, and when she opens them, they only look at the ceiling. He keeps his smile, waiting for her to look at him, and when her gaze finds his, she looks at their hands then at him serenely for a moment before she frowns.

She licks her lips and takes a deep breath, as if inhaling courage. “Do you like me?” Her voice is a little shaky, scared, as if she knows the answer but doesn’t want to hear it.

“No,” he replies far too quickly. All he can think is that he wants to say what she wants to hear.

“Oh, thank God.”

The relief that washes over her face causes his stomach to fall, and that’s when he knows that he lied. He knows what he wants, and that they were definitely not on the same page when they hadn’t talked about it last night, and now he thinks that they should have. She seems to realise that his reaction doesn’t match hers because she loses that look of relief quickly.

“I can’t lose you,” she says dismally, her face falling.

“You’ll never lose me. I promise.” Shawn forces a smile, and pulls her against his chest, holding her loosely in his arms.

“We’re okay, right?”

“Of course,” he says.

“I think I’m gonna go home now. I need a shower,” she moves to sit and looks at him, his figure propped up on his forearms.

“Stop! I’m not in love with you!”

“Shawn.”

“I don’t know. I may have some kind of feelings for you, but they’re not… They’ll go away. I don’t even know what they are. You don’t have to run from me.” He sits next to her, but keeps a distance between them. “The last thing I want is for us to change because of something that may not even be real.”

She looks down at the sheets, and pulls the blanket tighter around her front. The frown is still on her face, but eventually the crease between her eyebrows disappear, and she offers a sad smile. “Do you remember, in eighth grade, when we promised each other that we’d always be best friends?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles at the memory. “I meant it.”

“So did I,” she smiles, relaxed this time.  

“I’ll always be your best friend. No matter what.” He reaches over and lightly punches her arm.

She grins at him even though he’s just punched her, but retaliates by kicking at his thigh with little force. Then she shuffles closer and pulls him into a hug that says ‘me too’. He places his arms around her, and it’s like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

“Can we get pizza?”

“I thought we were having a moment here,” Shawn laughs and pulls back.  

“Pizza makes everything better, so consider this moment better,” she grins.

“With extra cheese?”

“With extra cheese.”

Turn Me On (Carlos De Vil x Reader)

Request: #42: “Is it bad that I’m super turned on by that?” For Carlos please??? Thanks!

Pairing: Carlos De Vil x Reader

Warnings: Literally one swear word, Implied smut


You stood leaned against the doorway of the room where the Tourney team was practicing. You watched as your boyfriend concentrated on defeating his opponent, some of his white hair peeking out from under his helmet.

He laughed in victory as the opposing player surrendered. The both of you locked eyes and he walked over to you, removing his helmet. “Hey.” Carlos greeted, wrapping his arms around your hips.

“Hi.” you said back, your hands meeting his neck.

You pulled each other in as your lips came in contact, making the familiar butterflies flutter in your stomach. The kiss got heated as he pulled your hips into his and your fingers tugged at his hair.

“He cheated!” Chad’s voice whined, interrupting the deep kiss.

“How do you cheat at Tourney?” Lonnie said as the two of you pulled away.

“I don’t know, but he did!”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. “I finished all of my work for the Cotillion Planning Commitee.” You looked back at Carlos. “Meaning, after practice I’m all yours.” You smirked.

“Lucky for you, practice is over.”

You let out a giggle and nibbled at your bottom lip.

“Carlos should be kicked off the team!”

“Chad, if you don’t shut up, I personally will tear you apart limb by limb using only my teeth.” you threatened and looked back at Carlos “I’ll be in my dorm.” You winked.

“Where was all of that when I asked you out, huh?” Chad asked you.

“You’re not Carlos.” you answered, keeping eye contact with the boy as you planted a kiss on Carlos’ jaw.

“So? I’m the better looking one!” he defended himself.

“Fuck off, Chad.” was all you said. “Don’t keep me waiting, Carlos.”

And with that, you turned and left the room.

Chad crosses his arms. “Never liked her anyway. She threatened to kill me.”

Is it bad that I’m super turned on by that?” Carlos asked.

“Dude!” Jay said with a questioning look.

The pup laying on a bench lifted his head.

“Not you, bud.” Jay told him, and the dog put his head back down.

“You telling me you get off to death threats?” Chad asked almost disgusted.

“Depends who’s being threatened. If its someone else, then pssssh, yeah.” Carlos answered. “Then again, if she threatened my life like that, I’d probably find it even sexier.”

“Carlos.” you called seductively from down the hall.

The boy let out an excited growl and grabbed his jacket, running after you.

There was an awkward silence in the room until Lonnie spoke up. “You know, I’m frightened by the way that boy’s mind works.

“I’m frightened by what’s about to go down in that dorm!” Chad said.

Here ya go @umpeters!

kemmlerthekitschmaster  asked:

Can you elaborate more on how the Alys-Sigorn wedding was awesome and its like a baby that conquered the world? I just really like Alys/Sigorn and want to hear more about it.

Whew, where to begin? The Alys-Sigorn wedding is IMO a strong candidate for “best scene in the series,” and it’s probably exhibit A in the case for ADWD as the best book in that series (give or take Dany X and the dragontaming). It’s the surest sign that GRRM still knows what he’s doing and that the sedimentary layers of story are producing more powerful moments as he goes. It’s such a narratively dense event with so many resonances that you could spend days teasing it apart. Here’s just a brief overview.  

At one level, the wedding symbolizes and enacts the alliance between the Stark North and the Free Folk, presided over by the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch (himself having been raised in Winterfell, but also having ridden with the wildlings). It’s very ceremonial and ritualistic, GRRM taking his time setting it up and lingering on every detail so you really get what a momentous deal this is: a powerful wildling leader and the daughter of a significant Northern house joining to forge something new. This carries such weight with us because we’ve been living with this bitter divide and the knowledge of how longstanding and entrenched it is for multiple books. Climbing this hill seemed nigh-impossible back in ASOS when Stannis proposed it; now, we see a real ray of hope. And of course, this dovetails so beautifully with what happens at chapter’s end: the horn blast announcing Tormund Giantsbane’s arrival to cement that pact. 

This sense of harmonic resolution wouldn’t mean much, though, if it didn’t also extend to the bride and groom specifically. Alys coming to Jon (specifically as Ned’s son) and securing his help against Cregan and Arnolf marks a symbolic reconciliation between Houses Stark and Karstark. Instead of the latter house as an enemy, as they’ve been since early in ASOS, we now see them as a complex family riven by internal conflict, and there’s a chance to set things right. It helps, of course, that Alys is immediately one of the most lovable characters in the story: “Let him be scared of me.” As for Sigorn, his father died at Castle Black thanks to Jon’s defenses, and earlier in ADWD, Sigorn himself opposed assimilation to the point of threatening Jon’s life. Here, however, he brings the Thenns into the larger realm and makes a very moving peace–and of course he, too, is written to encourage empathy in the wedding scene, coming off nervous, awkward, and ultimately good-hearted. 

But what really makes this scene shine, undergirding and emphasizing all of the above, is the imagery. It…glows. 

And Melisandre said, “Let them come forth, who would be joined.” The flames cast her shadow on the Wall behind her, and her ruby gleamed against the paleness of her throat.

Jon turned to Alys Karstark. “My lady. Are you ready?”

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

“You’re not scared?”

The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart. “Let him be scared of me.”The snowflakes were melting on her cheeks, but her hair was wrapped in a swirl of lace that Satin had found somewhere, and the snow had begun to collect there, giving her a frosty crown. Her cheeks were flushed and red, and her eyes sparkled.

“Winter’s lady.” Jon squeezed her hand.

The Magnar of Thenn stood waiting by the fire, clad as if for battle, in fur and leather and bronze scales, a bronze sword at his hip. His receding hair made him look older than his years, but as he turned to watch his bride approach, Jon could see the boy in him. His eyes were big as walnuts, though whether it was the fire, the priestess, or the woman that had put the fear in him Jon could not say. Alys was more right than she knew.

“Who brings this woman to be wed?” asked Melisandre.

“I do,” said Jon. “Now comes Alys of House Karstark, a woman grown and flowered, of noble blood and birth.” He gave her hand one last squeeze and stepped back to join the others.

“Who comes forth to claim this woman?” asked Melisandre.

“Me.” Sigorn slapped his chest. “Magnar of Thenn.”

“Sigorn,” asked Melisandre, “will you share your fire with Alys, and warm her when the night is dark and full of terrors?”

“I swear me.” The Magnar’s promise was a white cloud in the air. Snow dappled his shoulders. His ears were red. “By the red god’s flames, I warm her all her days.”

“Alys, do you swear to share your fire with Sigorn, and warm him when the night is dark and full of terrors?”

“Till his blood is boiling.” Her maiden’s cloak was the black wool of the Night’s Watch. The Karstark sunburst sewn on its back was made of the same white fur that lined it.

Melisandre’s eyes shone as bright as the ruby at her throat. “Then come to me and be as one.” As she beckoned, a wall of flames roared upward, licking at the snowflakes with hot orange tongues. Alys Karstark took her Magnar by the hand.

Side by side they leapt the ditch.

“Two went into the flames.” A gust of wind lifted the red woman’s scarlet skirts till she pressed them down again. “One emerges.” Her coppery hair danced about her head. “What fire joins, none may put asunder.”

This is hope rendered in radiant red and gold; this is what endgame looks like. We saw it, just a flash of it, as their leap (like Theon and Jeyne’s, several chapters later) reached its apex. This leap over the flames and everything that goes with it exists in defiance of the Long Night, in spite of the army of the dead. It’s a fire to circle around, a well from which to draw strength, and a foundation for what comes next. House Thenn’s sigil is appropriate; they represent the Dawn.

Tortured Nights

Pairing: Fuckboy!Theo Raeken x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of sex

Trigger Warnings: Eating disorder

Request: Can I get a fuckboy theoX bestfriend were she’s in love with him and they live together so she gets tortured by him having sex with other girls and she starts fading away from him and develops a eating disorder? Sorry if thats to much. Please&thank you.

A/N: Sorry it took a while, its just that writer’s block is a thing and school has been tiring. Sorry

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Jaal x FemRyder

I don’t have a title for this, and probably not going to write any more on it (though I may use the idea for one of my other Ryders; this is totally something my Nell would do). This was written for @elenielwen‘s prompt, requesting a fic where Sara jumps in front of Akksul’s bullet rather than killing him or letting Jaal get shot. Just a very quick one-off, I’d probably rate it PG, just because of the shooting.

Under a cut because it’s a little long (1000-ish words):

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Supergirl Pokes the Luthor

Lena has to know.  She’s the CEO of L-Corp at 24, not to mention a genius in biochemistry and all things business.  Rao, the girl tried to cure cancer at 15!  Kara’s pretty sure that through Lena’s lead, L-Corp could dictate the direction of global scientific and technological advancement.  And she’s such a wonderful person, despite her tendency to consume the devil’s lettuce.  She’s gracefully turning Luthor Corp around from its past “murdering, world domination” direction to the profound global transformation promise of L-Corp.

Kara’s getting out of track here.  The point is Lena is smart and she’s going to find out eventually.  And the truth is, keeping the secret from Lena is just drowning Kara in guilt.  Kara has developed a streak of cancelled lunch and dinners with Lena.  Kara kept cancelling on the CEO of L-Corp like she’s the one with board meetings and press conferences and R&D projects.  Not that Lena has ever made her feel guilty about cancelling on her.  In fact, she’s been entirely too graceful about it.  Kara can’t help but remember that Lena has openly told her that she’s “her only friend in National City” and “most people wouldn’t touch a Luthor with a ten-foot pole”.  It’s just rude how people presume that Lena is a bad person based solely on her last name, only jerkfaces would do that.  Kara would gladly touch Lena all over, all day and all night, it’s an honor and a privilege to be her friend.


“Kara, would you stop pacing?  You’re wearing down the concrete floor.” Alex says, doing her signature hands-on-hips pose.  Alex is right, as always.  Plus, Supergirl nervously pacing in the DEO must be worrying a few agents.  “What’s causing your crinkle this time?”

Kara swats away her sister’s hand before she could boop the said crinkle.  She sighs, “I think I should tell Lena that I’m Supergirl.” She flinches for the expected lecture from her sister- who she adores and loves, Kara tries to remind herself - but nothing comes.

Instead, Alex is pursing her lips and nodding like she’s considering the idea.  “You should.” Alex says simply, and Kara can’t help her jaw from dropping and staring at her sister like she grew an extra head.

“What?!” Alex just stares at her like Kara coming out to Lena isn’t at all shocking.  

“Lena has helped you plenty of times as both Kara and Supergirl.  She obviously adores you, and she’s earned my trust a long time ago, thanks to you not shutting up about her.” Alex has obviously gone crazy.  She doesn’t talk about Lena that much.  “Honestly, I think you might be crushing on that poor little Luthor.”

Kara can feel herself blushing and Alex smirks like she just hit the sister-teasing jackpot.  “I don’t-” Kara starts gesticulating wildly but her cheeks feel hot and she can’t imagine how red she is right now.

“Oh Alex,” Alex clutches at her chest as a poor imitation of her, “how is it possible for Lena to be this pretty?”  Alex keeps going before Kara could deny her accusations, “Alex, her eyes are two different hues, do you think she has magical powers?”

“Alex, did you see how good Lena looked in her tactical gear when she helped me take down that rogue alien?”

“Alex, I looked into her eyes!”

“Alex, Lena smelled like cinnamon today and it made me think of Cinnabon.  I could just eat her.”

“Alex, stop!” Kara warns, but it just encourages her sister further and she starts walking around dramatically and posing like a gushing maiden.

“Oh, Alex! ‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy! Luthor is nor hand, nor foot!”  Kara starts chasing her sister at that and the two start running around in the DEO like children.

“Oh-“ Alex bumps into J’onn and the two sisters immediately try to look as nonchalant as they could.

“Agent Danvers.”, J’onn says to Alex.  Alex’s earlier enjoyment from teasing her is not visible anymore and Kara mentally applauds her sister’s poker face.

“Director J’onzz.” Alex replies easily.

J’onn turns to look at her now, “Supergirl.”

“J’onn.” She replies with a tiny squeal.

He goes back his way and Kara thanks Rao that J’onn didn’t hear about her dilemma.  Or her crush.  Kara glares at her sister but Alex gestures that J’onn is still within ear-shot.

J’onn turns around before finally exiting the area and shouts “You should tell her!”  Alex starts cackling at that and Kara starts blushing all over again.

“I’ll go get you a copy of the non-disclosure agreement.” Alex says before she starts jogging towards HR, not even holding back her laughter.

x x x x x

It has been 2 weeks since Kara got the approval to reveal her secret to Lena.  The NDA is all wrinkled now, taking shelter in her purse, then her desk at CatCo., then tucked in her boots when she’s in her suit.  It’s not that she’s nervous to tell Lena about her alter ego.  It’s just that it has to be the perfect.  This is a pretty big deal, it’s not as simple as her telling Lena that she actually hates the healthy food that Lena loves so much and she just pretends to like them so she could spend time with the CEO.  Plus, whenever Kara tells Lena that she has to talk to her, Lena’s face falls like she thinks Kara is about to end their friendship.

Plus, Lena’s eyes are very distracting.

And pretty.

Kara has been out of her mind trying to think of ways to tell Lena.  How do you tell your friend that you have a crush on her that your families are mortal rivals and, oh, her cousin put her brother in jail.  And because of how distracted she is, Supergirl finds herself next to a knocked-down street lamp.  She had crashed into it when the alien she’s fighting took advantage of her preoccupied mind and landed a blow on her.  Supergirl does not like destruction of public property.  She gets up again and decks the alien so hard, it loses its consciousness in a snap.

“That’s it,” Kara says to herself, “I’m telling her now.”

The DEO agents start rolling in to collect the alien and put them in lock-up.  Kara once again examines the damage of the battle and she’s thankful that it’s just the street lamp.  It’s so pretty and it holds together the aesthetic of the block.  And it must have been expensive - it’s like ten feet!

That’s when she gets her brilliant idea.

She picks up the pole and shouts “I’ll take care of this” to the agents watching her.  Kara is actually late for lunch with Lena so she knows exactly where the CEO would be waiting.  Without much thought, Kara starts flying in the direction of the CEO, the pole on her right hand held like a spear.  She spots Lena looking elegant outside the restaurant they were supposed to get lunch and lands about a block away so as to not startle the Luthor.

Kara is so excited to finally tell Lena that she’s Supergirl, she forgets to hold the pole in a non-threatening way as she starts to jog to her.

That’s when Lena spots her.  Supergirl, full smile on her face like she’s about to do something freeing, running towards her with a spear on hand.  Oh my god, Lena thinks, this Luthor is about to get kebabbed by a Super.  So she starts running.  Lena doesn’t like running but that’s something she’s willing to let go of during this unexpected predicament.

“Lena, stop running!” Kara shouts as she trails behind the young Luthor.

“I’m not about to make this easy on you!” Lena shouts back.

Kara thinks Lena definitely knows that she’s Supergirl and is trying her best to live in denial.  “This is something I have to do.  Alex and J’onn even approved it!”

Lena freaks out further at the thought of Kara’s sister actually agreed to this.  Most of the assassins that are sent to get her prefer to do things a little more discreet.  “You, know most people don’t come at me like this.” she quips without looking back.

“You know I’m not like most people.” Lena thinks of the one person who is decidedly not like most people.  “Lena, I’m Supergirl, but carrying around a ten-foot pole gets tiring.  And I’m hungry, plus you know my lunch break isn’t that long.”

“You’re not the only one getting tired, Supergirl” Lena says in harsh breaths, she definitely doesn’t like running.

“What, the devil’s lettuce not keeping you fit?” Lena freezes.  The devil’s lettuce?  There’s only one person Lena knows who calls it that.  Lena turns around, realization dawning on her.  Not like most people. Ten-foot pole. Short lunch break… HUNGRY?

Supergirl finally catches up to her, “Boop.” She smiles when the end of the pole gently pokes Lena’s arm.

“Huh,” Lena gasps, “Kara?!?”

anonymous asked:

Yes!!! I want to hear more about vampires! Thank you!

Other vampire posts from my blog:

  1. Info
  2. Ask
  3. Protection
  4. Tarot
  5. Highgate Vampire
  6. Children of Judas
  7. Tag

Vampires in the UK

There have been over 200 vampire sightings in the UK during the past 100 years (more than Transylvania), one of the most famous examples being the Highgate Vampire (although the British occultist David Farrant who was present during the numerous vampire hunts of the 1970s claims that the spirit roaming the cemetery was more demonic in nature rather than a vampire, whereas Seán Manchester claims it really was a vampire, and even managed to photograph the vampire as it finally got staked). 

In David Farrant best selling book on the subject, Beyond the Highgate Vampire, David claims that ley lines, may be an important factor that has been left completely out of the Highgate equation. These lines, he says, can actually transmit psychic energy along their course and enable the vampire to materialise when the right conditions prevail. One such ley line, he points out, apparently begins in the middle of Highgate Cemetery at a large circle of tombs called the Circle of Lebanon, crosses through the Flask and Ye Olds Gatehouse pubs (both ancient pubs only yards from Highgate Cemetery); traverses a large block of council flats known as Hillcrest (themselves built upon the site of an ancient nunnery) and passes through an old Roman Settlement a quarter of a mile or so away in Highgate Woods which is marked by an old beech tree.

For without exception, all the locations on the Highgate ley line, were reportedly haunted by a ’tall black figure’ which, even when it was not actually seen, it caused dramatic drops in temperature, clocks to simultaneously stop, objects to fly from shelves or mysteriously shatter, and which also had a dramatic effect upon animals in it’s immediate vicinity.

Other sightings in the UK:

  • Alnwick Castle (Northumberland) - During the 1100s, a  vampire that once frequented this castle, a one time lord of the estate, lived underneath it and would emerge at night to attack the local villagers. An outbreak of plague was also attributed to the unholy creature, and this resulted in the villagers digging the monster up from its shallow grave and burning it.
  • Blandford Forum (Dorset) - (1800s) a corrupt manservant who stole thousands of pounds from his employer, William Doggett finally killed himself, and now drives his phantom horse and carriage along this area. One local story says he returned as a vampire; after his body was exhumed many years after his death (from St Mary’s Church in Tarrant Gunville) it was found to be uncorrupted, with a rosy tint to the cheeks.
  • Croglin (Cumbria) - In 1875, an old house had been rented out to a woman and two brothers, Amelia, Edward and Michael Cranswell. During one summer, Amelia was trying to sleep when a strange creature appeared at her window and began picking out the lead surrounding one of the window panes with a long fingernail, then removing it and putting its hand through the resulting gap to undo the window latch and let itself in. It was described as having a brown face and flaming eyes. The vampire bit her in the throat. When her brothers came into the room, the monster was gone. While one brother tried to help his sister, the other went after the creature. After a trip to Switzerland, the three returned to Croglin Grange and the creature returned again. The brother shot it in the leg and was able to track it down to a vault in the local cemetery. They waited until the next day to enter the vault, where they found the body of the vampire, with a fresh wound to the leg, resting inside a coffin. They then burned it.
  • Lochmaben Castle (Scotland) - During the early 1990s, Tom Robertson investigated the woods after hearing stories that animals had been found drained of their blood. He encountered a tall figure dressed in sacking with a hood over its head, which black eyes and grey face. The creature leapt into a tree and swung away. Eight years later Robertson went looking for the creature again, finding it and taking a couple of photographs

From my experience, vampires who have been around longer tend to look more naturally human in appearance, particularly if the spirits have gained enough energy to materialise in a fuller form. It is noted within folklore that vampires first start off as dark blobs or shadows before developing into a humanoid form. Being around vampire spirits can cause bruising on the skin, particularly on the neck if they “feed” on you. Vampire spirits are definitely ones that are more fond of physical contact, and it can be common for them to assault you (either sexual or physical violence), depending on the individual spirit. Vampires are fond of crystals that aid in blood disorders or circulation, particularly if they are dark red. If you work with vampire spirits it is better to use these as offerings rather than blood itself, which can pose all sorts of dangers - the biggest one being giving the vampire enough power to materialise physically for longer states of time, and moreover, power over you and your body

like in a movie

Originally posted by ramonafflowers

A/N: i felt really lonely writing this but its okay :-) requests are open!!

request: yep!

pairing: christoffer & Y/N

words: 743

warning: disgustingly full of fluff

gif isn’t mine


The moment Chris asked Y/N to be his girlfriend was the happiest moment of her life. No more games where one would constantly get hurt, they’d stop talking and make up sooner or later. Everyone knew they had feelings for each other, but they were too negligent to admit it at first.

Y/N’s friends were thrilled when she told them they were dating, earning a few high fives from some random people. Obviously some other girls felt incredibly jealous seeing the two holding hands and sneaking a few kisses every now and then. They didn’t care though.

Their relationship had been nothing but dancing on roses. There were constantly cheating rumors, once in a while they’d actually believe them and feel stupid afterwards. There was fighting about who was right when it came to Isak’s love life (Chris was convinced he liked Even, she on the other hand were sure that it was Jonas). Their fights were stupid ones, but they always made it through.

They had a silent contract that strictly stated that Fridays was the night for sleepovers, just the two of them cuddling and telling stupid jokes to one an other. Today was no different.

”Y/N, you should really stop spending your nights searching for memes and then texting them to me, you don’t sleep enough. It does make me feel kinda special when you text me those memes at 1AM” Chris said, sweetly playing with her hair.

They were sitting on the floor with a bowl of popcorn between their legs, a cheesy movie playing in the background. Chris was holding her close to him, making her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.

”Mmm, but you are my special boy. I only text them to you because I think they’d make you smile. I’m quite fond of it actually.” Y/N’s eyes were closed, enjoying the feeling of Chris playing with her hair.

Moments like these were the one’s they cherished the most, just the two of them hanging out enjoying each other’s presence. None of Chris’ friends making comments about how he gets lucky every day, none of Y/N’s friends teasing her about how much she actually liked him.

”Yeah? Wouldn’t want to deprive you of it then.”

A few moments passed before Y/N turned around, now sitting on his lap with her arms behind his neck. She looked at his plump lips before he leaned in capturing hers in a sweet kiss. The kiss went on for a few moments, until she could feel he was smiling. She pulled back with a questioning look.

”You do realize we diss these movies and now we’re practically remaking one of its scenes?”

”It’s quite disgusting actually.” Y/N said once again looking into his eyes. There was something really mesmerizing about him, she couldn’t quite figure out exactly what though. She couldn’t believe he was actually hers. Out of all the girls who dreamed of settling down with him, she was the one he chose.

”I like being disgusting with you, I like it way too much actually and it scares me a little.” Chris sighed, putting a strand of her hair behind her ear and afterwards caressing her cheek.

”You’re so cheesy, where’s the guy I fell in love with?” Y/N said laughing for a bit before realization hit her. She just told him that she was in love with him. Hell, she didn’t even know herself she was in love with him before saying those words out loud.

She took her bottom lip between her teeth, anxiously chewing on it waiting for Chris to said that he didn’t feel the same way. She was staring at her lap, too nervous to look up.

Chris was shocked at first, but then excitation took over him. He softly lifted her face up before closing the gap between them. Their lips moved in sync, both feeling incredibly relieved.

This wasn’t like their other kisses, it was sweet and slow and it felt in every way possible different. Chris’ brain was screaming him to leave before he gets too caught up to avoid possible heartbreak. Instead he stayed there, kissing her.

They pulled away breathless. A few moments of silence passed before Chris spoke up again, leaving Y/N feel incredibly happy.

”I think the guy you fell in love with has become incredibly cheesy due to his girlfriend who he loves very much.”

apanoplyofsong  asked:

OKAY I think I finally came up with an actual prompt?? Something to the effect of "we adopted a pet together and now my mom/whoever definitely thinks we're dating whoops"

10/10 any prompt with pets in it is an excellent prompt. hope you like it and thanks for being such a great friend! (ao3)


The thing about Bellamy Blake, as Clarke well knows, is that he’s incapable of not caring for things smaller and more defenseless than he is. Not when he could help instead. She knew this when he moved in with her. She knew it from the first time he gave drunk Raven a piggyback the whole way home.

What she didn’t know was how it would affect her life once he becomes her roommate.

It starts innocently enough, with Bellamy hanging a bird feeder on the balcony after he finds a nest built into a crevice there.

“How much research did you do last night?” Clarke asks, amusedly interrupting his verbal pros-and-cons rundown of different models at Home Depot. She’d come along in part because she thinks it’s funny, how worried he is about these birds who can ostensibly take care of themselves.

(She’d also come along because it’s really cute, but that’s neither here nor there.)

“I may have looked at a few comparison charts online,” he admits, smiling sheepishly. “I don’t want to spend good money on something that isn’t going to work the way I want it to.”

“I didn’t know there was a wrong way a bird feeder could work.”

“Hence the research.”

She shakes her head fondly and taps the smallest option. “Just get this one. We’re looking to feed one family, not the whole forest.”

He stares for another moment, then nods and starts putting the rest of the boxes back on the shelf.

“How come you’re never this decisive when we’re picking a restaurant for dinner?”

“My muse is fickle, Bellamy.”

“Uh-huh.”

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Ultralight Beam

Author’s Note: Immmm bacckkk. Jesus, it literally feels like forever since I have sat down to write something that wasn’t an essay for my classes. Its summer break and I’m making comeback to Tumblr and my comeback as a writer. This took two days to write but I put my heart into it, shout out to Harrys-writing probably doesn’t even know me but dude you inspired me to start writing again, so this is high key dedicated to her. If there any grammar errors sorry. My request box is open and I’m open to writing about other artist, I’ve just been in my Harry vibes for a bit ( when have I ever not been in my harry vibes tho?) . This is supposed to be two parts, the next part may contain smut but that’s all up to if you guys want to read it. Also for extra effect you could listen to Harry’s cover of Ultralight Beam by Kanye West, as this was what I listened to when writing this .( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6sJDnKRHOE ) . Anyways thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoy it!
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You had everything you ever wanted. You were engaged to the love of your life, Nick Campbell. You lived in the home of your dreams. You loved your job. You would think you would be satisfied, but you know what they say only fools are satisfied.
You arrived at the listening party 20 minutes late due to your fiancés nagging and traffic, Nick couldn’t see why you were such a rush to be there since you were always in the studio with Harry while he was making the album. You had even traveled with him to Jamaica when he was writing, but none the less you just had to be here. You had to see him again.
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“I’ll be back”, you assured Nick before placing a kiss on his cheek and disappearing into the crowd of people. You would think it be easy for you to find the man of the hour, but it seemed impossible in sea of people in the venue. You continued in what seemed like a hopeless journey before a strong hand grabbed onto your forearm tightly and pulled you into a secluded hallway. “Hey get your paws off me, my fiancé will-” “Are you sure about that love?”. Your heart jumped and your breathing hitched as you turned to see him, the man of the hour, Mr. Harry Edward Styles hovering over you with the cheekiest smile on his face. Harry looked mouth watering, he was dressed head to toe in Gucci and his shirt was unbuttoned showing of his bare chest. He smelt like his infamous Versace cologne, the same cologne he wore when you first met- the smell brought back memories of the two of you together. You let out a small huff in attempts to pull yourself together - Harry notices and chuckled softly, that smug grin never leaving his face. “ I’ve been looking all over for you. Come with me”
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This was so wrong. So so so so wrong. Your future husband could walk in here at any moment and everything would be over, your dirty little secret would be out. The background history of you and Harry was simple, you had met Harry at a mutual friend’s party after having a bad argument with your fiancé. A full bottle of vodka in both of your systems was to blame for you never making it home to your fiancé that night and waking up in Harry’s arms the following morning. That’s as far as it was supposed to go between you two, but Harry couldn’t get you out of his mind so he reached out to your mutual fiend to get you number. He texted you everyday for a week until you finally gave in and met him for lunch at his hotel while he was in town which lead to him fucking you on the countertop, and after that you two couldn’t get your hands off of each other. You would sneak out at night, make up lies about working late or staying with a friend, just to have Harry’s cock buried deep inside of you. It was ridiculous and you knew it but here you two are making out and dry humping like two high schoolers. Harry was attacking your sweet spot on your neck with his lips, it had only been maybe 10 minutes since you two finally found each other but you were already melting like butter for him. “ Harry..shit fuck… my fiancé ”, you moans softly into the air as Harry’s warm hands began to wander all over your body. He chuckled softly,” Is that suppose to scare me… That twat is irrelevant”. “ That twat is the man I plan to marry”, you retorted back pushing away from Harry. “ Oh please (Y/N) don’t give me that shit, just a week ago you were at my door crying about he’s fucking his assistant. How long are you gonna keep this act up?” His nostrils began to flare, he was trying his best not to explode. You calling the twat your fiancé was enough to make him want to tear down the walls of the hallway you stood in. “ Nick is a good guy… we are..” “Don’t you dare say it (Y/N), it’s a lie and you know it. If you were happy you wouldn’t be in my bed every night”. The two of you stood in silence, the echoes of Kiwi bouncing down the hallway, you bit down on your lip softly unsure of what to say. You thought you were happy but as the months passed you started to put on your clothes a little slower whenever you and Harry had quickie, you would dread having to leave Harry and go back to your husband. “ You’re not happy and you know it. It’s bad enough he’s enough of an asshole but he bores you . You’re bored ( Y/N). What you have it’s not love, your just scared for once to take a leap of faith” , Harry began to pace in front of you his veins were bulging out and you could tell this whole thing had angered him. “ I can’t just leave him… you know that”, you whimper and look down at your hands. You never meant to hurt anybody, you knew this was wrong from the start but seeing Harry in such distress because of your actions was a nightmare come true.
“ You can’t just make decide like this”
“ No I can’t but it’s very clear what you’ve decided”
“ Harry stop please”
“ No you stop! You would rather marry that piece of shit than to be with someone who actually loves you. God dammit (Y/N), I’ve loved you since I first met you! But you’re too blind to see it !”
“ Harry… I didn't”
“ Of course you wouldn’t have known, you’re too stuck up that twats ass to notice”
“Haz…”
“ Stop. This stops right now . Enjoy your life with Nick”
Harry gave you one last glance, his eyes a mixture sadness and anger, before he walks back into the crowd of guest leaving you to suffer in your own guilt.

The Torturous Year- A Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: Okay, so my lazy ass has not yet gotten to any of the requests or the blurbs yet for my 1k celebration, but I have decided to start a new series. This one is a Remus one, and barely has a plot in all honesty. I just think it would be a series of cute little imagines based off of the idea that Remus suddenly grew up quite a bit over the summer from fifth year to sixth. :) Hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by pretty-eyes-on-pretty-guys

Two long months away from your friends had been torture. With the recent targets on different muggle families in the past year, your parents decided that it would be best to travel overseas this summer. A summer house on the beach was lovely and very therapeutic yet not what you wanted. All you wanted to be able to do was see your friends, or at least write to them. Yet, your parents insisted that going abroad was the safest thing for you all. They claimed that no contact with your muggle-born friends meant their families wouldn’t be noticed if they were trying to lay low; and no contact with your magical-born friends meant that they wouldn’t get in trouble for communicating with any half muggle-born families.

You knew it was mostly a lie. Your parents were scared themselves and you couldn’t blame them. It was getting dangerous for any non-pure-blood family with the rise of Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Hiding out with an entire ocean between your family and the enemy was logically a smart move, even if it was slightly cowardly. Although, it didn’t mean you had to like it.

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Creepypasta #1171: My Wife Is Taking Care Of A Baby Doll More Than Our Daughter

Length: Medium

From the day my daughter was born I could tell that she was something special. We named her Zooey and she was the smartest baby I have ever seen. Every single month I loved my special little girl more and more, but for some odd reason my wife distanced herself away from Zooey every single month. By the 6th month my wife barely even gave Zooey a glance. I could tell it made Zooey sad, but I didn’t really want to bring it up. I just wanted my daughter to know that I loved her very much.

Zooey said her first word when she was 3 months old.

“Daddy.”

She never really said “Mommy” or even “Mom”, but my wife never seemed to mind. If anything she finally looked to be in a much better mood.

By the time she was 6 months Zooey started to walk. She would still fall sometimes, but I was completely blown away by how strong willed her young mind was. Instead of crying whenever she fell she would just pick herself back up and continue trying.

On Zooey’s first birthday my wife was busy with work so I shared a very special day with my daughter. I got her a chocolate cake for her to smash and devour. She didn’t touch it, but she looked perfectly happy with staring at the cake with a look of wonder on her face. We spent the rest of the day playing with her presents until it was her bedtime. My wife didn’t come home until 10 pm. I asked her where she was, but she just put her hand up to my face and walked past me and into our bedroom.

I sighed and watched tv until I fell asleep on the couch. I woke up to the sounds of my wife and Zooey talking. My wife was trying to get her to say “Mommy”, but Zooey kept clapping her hands while saying “Daddy!” with a wide smile on her face. That was the last time my wife tried talking to Zooey.

On the day of Zooey’s 2nd birthday my wife told me she was going to stay later at work. I tried begging and reasoning with her to stay, but she just told me it wasn’t worth it. I heard sniffles from behind me when my wife left the house. I turned around to see a tear stricken Zooey staring out the door. She asked me if mommy didn’t love her, but I just hugged her and told her that we both loved her very much. 

After I pulled away from the hug Zooey asked me, “Why doesn’t she talk to me?” I told her that mommy was just stressed, and to not let it bug her. I got her another cake, but she told me that she didn’t like to eat cake. She thought it was too pretty to destroy.

With a nod I left the cake on the dining room table and took out three brightly colored bags from under the table. We have this tradition where I take out the presents for her and rip the paper as carefully as possible. She liked using the wrapping paper as little decorations for her room. The first two presents were just little bow sets and a couple of new books. The third present was one of those baby dolls you can feed and change. She was really excited about the doll. She played with it in the living room by herself until it was time for bed.

My wife came back home at 11pm completely drunk. She looked like she was crying, but I was far too tired to even acknowledge that she was there. She did it all of the time to Zooey and now me. Our marriage was falling apart and I really didn’t know how to fix it. I thought she was just going to go into the bedroom, but she walked into the middle of the living room and picked up Zooey’s new doll. After a couple of seconds she started to hug the doll and rock it back and forth. The bottle and the 3 toy diapers were lying next to it and my wife picked those up as well. She put the bottle up to the baby and started whispering to it.

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Don’t Look Outside

I was an only child and my mom was on her own, so sometimes it was hard to get by. At first, when we got settled into our new home, I adored my bedroom. I thought it would be my favourite room in the house, but that changed very quickly.


In my room, there was a somewhat large window directly across from where my bed was. I could see clearly into the backyard and I didn’t really mind. The first time something happened it was probably around 8 PM, about a month after we got to the house. I figured it was just our neighbours kids trying to mess with me, which made me disregard the whole situation. It kept happening though. It sounded like rocks were being thrown at my window. A couple nights went by before I heard anything else happening outside. I was sketching at my computer desk, and the sounds were getting louder. My desk was a couple steps away from my window, so I could hear everything. It sounded like someone was roaming the backyard; I could hear footsteps and giggling. I was scared, I thought someone might be back there trying to get into our home. I ran into my mom’s room and told her exactly what I heard.


“I swear that’s what I heard!”


“Kass, I’m sure it was nothing, It was probably coming from the neighbours or someone walking past the house.”


“Why can’t you just believe me?”


“Listen, I’m exhausted and stressed… I don’t need this right now.”


“Whatever Mom,” I walked back to my room.


I sat on my bed and just stared out the window, wondering what was out there, if it was still there. I was almost too afraid to sleep. I laid down and kept staring out the window. My vision was getting blurry but I didn’t want to take my eyes off the backyard in case I saw something that would explain what I was hearing. I eventually fell asleep, and woke up early, still facing the window. My morning was off, I was still thinking about last night. What if someone was trying to get in? What if they were planning on hurting me and my mom? There had to have been a reason that they were out there.


I was home alone for most of the day. I spent my time watching movies and reading. I was happy when my mom eventually got home from work though, because my thoughts were making me tense.


It was 8 PM. Again, I was sitting at my desk. Before I knew it I heard footsteps and laughing; the laugh I was hearing wasn’t normal, it sounded evil. I stopped what I was doing and froze in my chair. I listened. The laughing got louder. I didn’t understand how my mom couldn’t hear it because of how loud it was, and I didn’t want to bug her again because I knew she wouldn’t believe me. After a minute of listening intently, I got the courage to get up and look out the window. What I saw was nothing I had ever seen before. It wasn’t human, and it was staring right at me. I was too terrified to look away so I just kept watching it. It had this grim smile on its face, and long lanky arms; It was tall and very disproportionate. I could see the evil in it. It wouldn’t move, all it was doing was standing there smiling, looking right into me. My body felt engulfed by its dark, horrendous eyes. It began to walk slowly towards the window. The laughing, and the permanent smile stretched across its face was making my stomach churn. I didn’t know what to do, I still couldn’t move. He began walking slightly faster. I was paralyzed. Then a little faster. I was panicking. And then even faster. Before I knew it, it was right outside my window and it’s laugh echoed through my body. I finally got control of myself and moved out of sight. I was having trouble breathing. I had no idea what I just saw but I know it saw me. After I caught my breath, I heard tapping. It was coming from the window. I put my hands over my mouth and sat at my desk; I didn’t want to make a sound and I didn’t want it to see me again. It began to call my name. The way it said my name though, was inhuman. It was demonic. I couldn’t bring myself to move. I was stuck here until it went away.


“Kassandra! What are you doing?”


I jolted awake.


“Wha… What?”


“You fell asleep at your desk? That’s unhealthy.”


“Oh, um, yeah I guess.”


Tsk tsk, you worry me sometimes.”


Mom left my room and I instantly remembered what happened the night before. I got shivers and looked over at the window. I got a bed sheet and hung it up so I didn’t have to see into the yard.


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CSSV Fic: Happenstance (full version)

A/N: For @killiarious. Thank you for your patience, love! Here is the full version of your gift. Again, it was lovely chatting and please feel free to swing by to chat more any time you like! Thanks also to @tnlph and @mryddinwilt for providing the initial inspiration for this story from this convo a year ago.  

Summary: He was just trying to escape everything. She wasn’t part of his plan.

Words: 3400 | Rating: M | ao3

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He should thank Liam, he knew it. He wouldn’t need to leave the flat, minus the initial trip to the market, for days. There were enough books, along with wine and rum, to last him for weeks. And the view, Killian still wasn’t sure there were words.

Good god, brother. The pictures you sent weren’t enough.

I know. Don’t skulk your entire stay. The city is better up close.

Killian rolled his eyes. He was almost grateful when he found out his brother would be out of town when he sent his plea for a place to crash. He needed to be away from Tink, away from town, their apartment. From everything, really. And while he hadn’t seen Liam since his transfer to Istanbul, the prospect of the judgement in his eyes, even as he would welcome him in, was more than Killian thought he could bear.

Liam sent him instructions on where he could pick up a set of keys and a warning that he promised a friend a place to stay later in the week while she was in town for a job.

And stay as long as you like, little brother. I’m due home in a couple weeks.

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