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Safe and Sound (Josh Dun)

Originally posted by tyjosephs

Pairing: Josh Dun/Fem!Reader
Words: 2000+
Warning(s): sexual harassment, some swears
A/N: So here is the fic thats base on a dream. it was a lucid one, almost died having it lol (i couldnt breath) also sorry if this seems duummbb but it is based off the dream i had and dreams can be a bit wonky. Its fan fiction so yeeahh. this probably sucks since i’ve been working on it at 3 am every morning.


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SUBWAY SLEEPER, pt. 11

pt. 1  |  pt. 2  |  pt. 3  |  pt. 4  |  pt. 5  |  pt. 6  |  pt. 7  |  pt. 8  |  pt. 9  |  pt. 10


Stiles makes it home.  Mostly.  He has his hand on the knob but then kind of just sinks down to his knees and starfishes face-down over the threshold, half in his apartment and half in the hall.  This feels like as good a place as any to live out the rest of his life, gets a nice draft and everything.

That’s how Scott and Lydia find him when Scott gets home twenty minutes later.

Scott crouches down next to his head and squawks out an alarmed: “Stiles, Jesus, what happened?”

Stiles turns his head so his cheek is pressed flat to the floorboard and he can see Scott’s concerned puppy expression under his fringe.  “I met him.”  It sounds like a death sentence the way he’s said it, all croaky and broken.  In a way, it kind of is so fair play to Stiles.  “I—We talked.  He asked me to come back tomorrow.”  He props himself up with his hands on the floor, halfway to standing but not that invested in it yet.

Scott frowns at him.  “Why do you look like the world just ended then?”  Stiles flops back down unhappily and Scott points a finger in his face.  Literally in his face, cheek depressed under Scott’s fingertip.  He pokes a few more times, says, “Because that all sounds like really good news.”

Stiles shifts his cheek away from Scott, which puts him squashed-nose-down against their floor again.  He blinks into the darkness from his own shadow.  “I’m in love with him,” he mumbles to himself, groans.  “This is so stupid, I know, Lydia, shut up” he points at where she was standing against the doorframe before he returned to his friend the floor and stabs at her with his finger, “—preemptively shut up—but he actually is it.  He’s my person.”  Stiles rolls over like a depressed seal, sits up and digs the heels of his palms into his eyes, making starbursts and orange blobs bloom behind the lids.  “I’m… finished.  I just knew it.  He was sitting there, being all—” Stiles lowers his hands, blinks plaintively up at Scott and Lydia, “you know, with the face and the surliness and I thought, I thought, yeah, this face, this surliness, that’s my new forever.”  He drops back down, floor and spine smushed together again.  “Only it isn’t and I am massively, irreparably fucked because he has a girlfriend.  And even if he wasn’t unobtainable, he’s still unobtainable.  In an ‘I have to invent new words because there aren’t ones that so much as touch him’ kind of way.”

Lydia taps the toe of her high heel into his chest and tells him thoughtfully, “You’re depressing, you know that?”  She carefully sips from the same latte cup she had earlier, purses her lips.  “Also, did you say tomorrow?  Your computer science midterm is tomorrow.”

Stiles pops upright, eyes wide. Nooooo.  That can’t—it isn’t—goddamn it!   “Oh shit.  Shit.  Fuck.  Shit.  I can’t meet him tomorrow.”  His midterm’s not until late evening but he hasn’t even started the studying process yet.  Which consists of downing a bunch of his Adderall pills, holing up in the library, jamming all related information that’ll stick into the folds of his brain where it’ll later leak out to be replaced by song lyrics and Friends quotes, sobbing - bitterly, going to the corner gas station for 5am Red Bulls, an hour or so of unscheduled and repeated cat naps while he slaps himself in the face to try to spark consciousness, drooling, desperate crying, panicked reading and, finally, acceptance that he will not pass.  Until he miraculously does (about an 87% success rate on that).

There was no room for Derek in that.  Derek eclipses everything, even the Friends quotes.  Stiles can’t see him and retain anything to do with computers on the same day.

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The fact that Bastille is already answering questions about the 3rd album and Dan has to stop himself before he says too much, MAKES ME SO EXCITED?? Like it’s nowhere close to being finished but I’m already hyped up for album 3!!

anonymous asked:

what do you think the boys would be doing after got7?

honestly its so hard to say, i think most of them will stay close to the music industry, JB, Youngjae maybe Jinyoung too, although he might act more or go into his dream of teaching. Yugyeom may go into choreowork within a company. Jackson, Mark and Bambam are the hardest to guess, as they have completely different lives back home. they might go back to family, but i dont know what they’d do as a job. as in, its not like Jackson can pick up where he left off once he’s finished being an idol around 35. so its all hard to say, but i dont think they’ll venture too far from the entertainment industry, if they manage to find different areas that interest them. they’ve only just started this new stage for branching out and finding interests that they can have a long life with. just like how jackson is getting into being an MC and i see bambam doing something similar to that.

~ahgase Omma 

adelaide gothic

  • ‘where are you from,’ you ask. ‘north, south, or east of the city?’ ‘the west,’ they answer. the gulf st. vincent lives in their veins, in their blood. it pours out of their mouth, engulfing you. it is so salty.
  • the gawler line holds the title for ‘most recorded stabbings.’ who is doing the recording? why are these stats being collected? where do the survivors go? where do they go?
  • it’s so meticulously planned, the CBD. planned for what? only colonel light knows the answer. all we know for sure is that he’s not finished with the streets yet.
  • every night, the giant squid in the museum awakens, crawling from its eternal elevator shaft prison. ever seen the lights in the torrens flicker in fear?
  • no one ever actually volunteers for the Adelaide Fringe. all the workers are merely people who were trapped within the garden of unearthly delights when it closed the year before. they are so tired.
  • you are walking along Rundle when you see him, the charming old man that dances to the buskers. your eyes are drawn to him, and you feel the beat infect you. you join the man, abandoning your hard-won wares. you dance. the crowd dances. the busker consumes all.
  • the mall has balls. we don’t know why. no one has ever been able to offer an answer. they shine so bright, ensnaring all in its path. the tourists don’t know it, but the locals are scared. help us. help us. help us.
  • ‘i can’t wait to get out of this city,’ the teenagers say. the city will never let them go. sooner or later, they’ll come crawling back. they all come back eventually.
  • you get on the train. it passes Mawson Lakes. it passes Salisbury. it passes Elizabeth. it passes Gawler. are you ever getting off the train? is it ever going to stop? is it ever?
Weekly Update

Another ‘Oh Goddamnit It’s Thursday Again and I Forgot’ Edition lmao

SO!

  • Finishing up the last Valentines Requests probably by the end of the week? Here’s hoping. This has been. A really. Long. Week. 8|
  • That being said, requests are still closed, and unless something Really Weird or Dire or ????? happens, they’re probably going to stay closed until I’m like. 75% or more through the current list because I can’t really. Keep digging this hole deeper……..
  • Ideally gonna have CryoFic part 2 done end of February/Early March-ish. I’m being lenient b/c. Well. You’re following me so you already know….. lmao
  • Everything’s approximately same progress/plodding along, but as always, things may change, things may jump to the front of the line suddenly. There Is No Update Schedule With My Hell Brain. But yeah. Everything’s a little better every day so here’s hoping I re-develop my regular writing ability that’d be Great please.
  • And last, I guess I’m trying to. Plan something Kind of Neat? Maybe? Once I hit 500 followers that isn’t opening requests for fuckign once lmao. But. That’s kind of Spoon Dependent. So we’ll see haha 

Anyway love you guys see you soon <3

Move over Marine Le Pen and Francois Fillon, France wants Barack Obama for president

France is set to hold its presidential elections in April and despite being so close to the finish line, a new contender is being considered – Barack Obama. A group of voters, unhappy with the current list of candidates, has launched a campaign to get the former US president to compete on French soil… so what if he’s not a citizen.

The guerrilla campaign was launched with a website and online petition, which aims to collect 1 million signatures by 15 March, following which the organisers will try to convince Obama to apply for the job.

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“Barack Obama has the best resume in the world for the job,” the site mentions. “Because at a time when France is about to vote massively for the extreme right, we can still give a lesson of democracy to the planet by electing a French President, a foreigner.”

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Around 500 ‘Obama 17’ posters have also been spotted across Paris featuring the Nobel Laureate’s photograph and his US campaign slogan “Yes we can” in French (“Oui on peut”).

“We just wanted to say that we’ve had enough of all of these guys,” one of the organisers who goes by the name Antoine, told The Verge.

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“In a campaign where we only talk about the scandals of [center-right candidate François] Fillon or the rise of [far-right candidate Marine] Le Pen, at a certain moment we told ourselves well, why not?” he explained.

Antoine and his fellow organisers are aware that Obama will never really compete but they believe he is the only candidate inspires hopes of a better future. “The only guy who’s ever made me feel that way is Obama,” he said.

“The reality, of course, is that it will never happen,” he added. “But in another world, in 100 years or 200 years, it may not be a problem.”

The petition has already received over 35,000 signatures as of 24 February.

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Monsters | Liam Dunbar Imagine

requests ; liam imagine where your bretts little sister, and you were abducted by theo and made a siren? idk fluffy

word count ; 1161

warnings ; i don’t think there’s any lol

You were noticeably more withdrawn nowadays, keeping to yourself, jumping whenever someone tried to get too close to you. You were on edge constantly, and so, so quiet. Being abducted by Theo Raeken had taken its toll on you, though you hadn’t even known it was Theo. You were practically traumatized, and your brother was growing increasingly worried was the weeks ticked by and you stayed too quiet. 

Brett went to Liam for help, surprisingly enough. It was after school, when Liam had finished worriedly observing you in English class and was loading books back into his locker, the hallways deserted. Brett, always light on his feet, barely made a sound before Liam slammed his locker shut, nearly yelping in surprise when he noticed your brother standing there. 

“Brett? You don’t go here,” Liam stated idiotically, furrowing his brow at the other boy, who simply rolled his eyes in response. 

“My sister does, in case you haven’t noticed. Which I’m sure you have, considering you have a crush on her.” Brett crossed his arms, leaning against Liam’s locker as he struggled to summon an appropriate answer. There really was none. Brett was your protective older brother, Liam was the kid who had a hopeless crush on you, and you were the girl who was sick of them worrying about you. “Don’t deny it. I can tell.” 

“Okay…” Liam began carefully. “So, what do you need?” He was being significantly nicer to Brett now that he knew how much of a crush Liam was harboring for his little sister. “Is there something wrong with Y/N? Is she okay? I’ve been keeping an eye on her during school, trust me, and something seems off-” 

“I know something is off, all right?” Brett interrupted, growing increasingly annoyed. “She hasn’t spoken to me in two weeks, she barely talks anymore, she doesn’t even make an effort to try. She won’t tell me what’s wrong. She insists that she’s fine. I know she’s not. You know she’s not. So do me a favor, Dunbar, and help figure out what’s wrong with my little sister. She trusts you. And if you do this, maybe I can forgive you for being in love with her.” 

“I’m not…in love with her…” Liam sputtered, cheeks flushing bright red. Brett huffed, grabbing Liam’s shoulders and spinning him in the other direction. 

“At this point, I don’t care. Just go help her.” 

And so, Liam went to seek you out, feeling slightly threatened and very anxious. 


He found you a little while later, huddled under the bleachers of the lacrosse field with your legs crossed and your earbuds plugged in. He could hear your music blaring from across the field. He nervously approached you, not wanting to upset you or send you running for the hills like everyone else seemed to do. You yanked your earbuds out when you saw him walking toward you, a small smile on his face that you didn’t reciprocate. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted cautiously, sitting down next to you even though you gave him no invitation in the first place. Your voice was small when you answered him. 

“Hi, Liam.” You used to call him ‘Li’ all the time, but now you barely talked to him. He moved a bit closer to you, and noticed with a heavy heart when you shifted further away. 

“Um, are you okay?” He mentally slapped himself over the head. He sounded sort of stupid. Of course you weren’t okay. You had been kidnapped two weeks before, you looked pale, and while you used to confide in him daily, your friendship - or possibly something more - seemed nonexistent now. “I mean, how are you? Or…just, like, I don’t know…” 

You sighed, giving Liam a sideways glance. He was staring at you shyly, a hesitant smile on his lips that appeared more as a grimace. “I’m fine, Liam. I know Brett sent you, anyway, so you can just run along and tell him that everything is fine and dandy and he can go back to worrying about lacrosse now.” You moved to go plug your earphones back in, but Liam wrapped his fingers around your wrist, finally managing to make you look at him full in the face. 

“He sent me, yes, but I’m worried about you, too. You used to be my best friend, Y/N. What happened to that? Please, talk to me. I’m here, okay? I’ve always been here,” he pressed, causing you to look back down at your lap, though he knew he was getting through to you. 

“You want me to tell you what’s wrong, Liam?” He nodded, not catching your rising hysteria. “I was abducted. I was asleep in my room, and the Dread Doctors found me and took me to their little experiment lab where I was tested on. They had different kids in there, too. Like me. And-and then, they experimented on me. It was bad enough that I was a werewolf, who goes crazy on the full moon, and God forbid if that full moon happens to occur during the same night as my period, but then they turned me into something else.” 

Liam swallowed. “Y/N, what happened?” 

“They turned me into a siren. I’m a werewolf-siren hybrid freak. I’m terrified to sing, because if I do, I will apparently lure people to their deaths. I’m a freak, okay, Liam? And I don’t want to lose control and hurt Brett or you or anyone because I’m some scientific monster-” Liam cut your rant short, suddenly urgent. 

“You’re not a monster.” 

What?” 

Liam licked his lips. “I said, you’re not a monster. You are the sweetest person I know. You’ve never hurt anyone. You’ve been my best friend through everything. Even when I was a monster, an angry kid with IED, and even now, when I’m a literal monster. I’m a werewolf, too, Y/N. But it’s just something we have to deal with.” 

You shook your head. “But you’re you. You’re not a monster. You have everything under control. Me, on the other hand…” 

“Stop it!” Liam exclaimed. “Look at me.” He tapped your chin lightly with his finger, turning your face toward him. “If I, Liam Dunbar, am not a monster, then you, Y/N Talbot, are definitely not one either. You are anything but a freak, and anything but a monster.” You blushed, looking back down at your hand just in time to see Liam’s hand slip into one of your own. “And hey, if you really feel that way, I have a solution.” He paused, and you gestured for him to go on. 

“We can just be monsters together,” he said, squeezing your hand tightly. 

“Yeah, together,” you replied softly, your grip on him tightening, and he felt a broad grin spread across his face when you cracked a genuine, beautiful smile of your own. And you both knew that you were going to be just fine. 

an anniversary

( ✱ It seems like a lot of time has passed.)

(* One whole year, huh? Time flies by.)

(* This mun-ster doesn’t narrate Toriel’s story as closely as they once did- in fact, this blog is probably on its way to closing down.)

(* I think it may be time to let go. Time to RESET and give everyone the happy ending they deserve. The happiest ending. So.. I suppose I should say a word or two.)

[✱ .  .  . ]

(* It’s been a wild ride, from start to finish. I found Undertale at one of the darkest times in my life, and it was… home. Despite this being a new “game”, I couldn’t help but feel like I had been here before, seen all this before, KNOWN everyone before.)

(* I found friends. And family. And not just monsters, but other humans too. That’s something I never thought would happen. I thought humanity was pretty ugly. …I was sick of being one myself.)

(* To be honest… Right before the game came out, I thought of ERASING everything. But I stuck around because I heard there was a ten dollar game coming out, made by a little dog who I had liked the music of. Who would have been able to guess what would happen? Definitely not me.)

(* I guess what I’m trying to say is… I went in, scared and alone. And I found love in more places than I could have imagined.)

(* Maybe it doesn’t sound impressive, but it was important. Things like that have the power to SAVE people.)

(But what do I know? I’m just a ghost who lived in a snail shell.)

(That’s all I had to say.)
(See you later, players. Maybe we’ll meet again in some other world.)

-Snailmun.

“Don’t you know how to greet a new pal?”

I finished it. I don’t like it, but hey, for my first time doing digital art, I don’t think it’s too bad. Amazon finally sent an email telling me that my styli are being shipped (yay) so I will probably be doing more digital art soon. Since I’ve never done anything digital before, I decided to stick as close to the actual sprite as possible. I didn’t trust myself with drawing without following a reference very closely haha.  Also that one foot is way too small, so that’s something to work on.

Pages coming later today!

Sans belongs to Toby Fox (duh I think we all know that)

Mystery Box- Gerard Way Smut

Holy shit sorry this took so long, but wow, this went through like 6 drafts and I’m proud to say this is the finished version! Its great I think! Anyway.

WARNING: SMUT

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The nights were lonely, the days were quiet.

Gerard was gone, he wasn’t coming back for another day and you had no idea what time he would return.

Touring was hard for him, and it was hard for you. He always came back in a mad mood, and you were always so clingy, you wanted all of his attention.

It was pathetic, really. He just wanted to sleep and you just wanted to spend time with him.

For the first week of him being home all he did was sleep, he would have 18 hour sleeping sessions, get up and eat, and then sit down stairs and played Magic: The Gathering online, as he didn’t want any company until he caught up on his sleep.

Nevertheless, you still got excited for him to come home.

You sat in front of the television, in the middle of binge watch, stuffing popcorn in your mouth.

Then there was a click.

You repeat the onomonopia to yourself. It was the sound of the deadbolt on the side door unlocking.,

You always locked the door to the house and Gerard was the only one with a key.

You get up excitedly, flinging the heap of blankets off your lap, sending the bowl of popcorn flying, not worrying about the mess.

You dash into the kitchen, seeing Gerard locking the door behind him, bringing in a suitcase and few bags.  You cough, attempting to get his attention.

Gerard turns around, smiling when he see’s you. “Y/N.” You sighs, looking you over. You had pulled your hair up, and it was slightly greasy as you had skipped a shower today. Your eyes were ringed with smudged left over eyeliner from yesterday. His Morrissey sweatshirt hung from your shoulders, bagging around your torso. You had moderately short shorts on, your legs bare and slightly prickly.

It’s not like really cared what you looked like, he was never that way.

Gerard goes in for a hug, dropping everything in his hands.

Every couple has their fights, and yours and Gerard’s always happened with in the week he got back, he was tired and you wanted all of his undivided attention.

He apologizes in advance, whispering in your ear sweetly. “Babe, I’m sorry if I’m a dick.”

A smile twitched up on your face, “Hey, why’re you back so early?” You ask him, hugging your husband tighter.

“Well the last place we were traveling to, was flooded, so we decided to come back home.” He pulls away, and then comes close again to plant a kiss on your lips.

It lasted around a few seconds before he pulled away, picking up his bags and shoving them at you. “Put these away, I need to sleep.” He then pushes past you, stopping to sigh. “Thank you.”

Gerard never tries to be a jerk at all, there were a few times where he was a total asshole to almost everyone, but that was around the time of his relapse, you two choose not to talk about it very often.

Despite being a complete dick when he gets home, he doesn’t try to.

Gerard wanders off into his bedroom, shedding one article of clothing after another until he was in his boxers and his inside out t-shirt.

You groan, lugging his stuff into the laundry room to wash. You unzip his ugly plastic-leather suitcase, whipping the top open.

You take everything out, setting a cardboard box off to the side, assuming you should not open it as it read DO NOT OPEN on the top.

You shove all of his dirty clothes in the washing machine, and then turning it on after putting detergent in. You lick your lips, shoving a box into one of the bags, carrying them off into your bedroom. You set them right in front of the closet.

“Y/N.” Gerard groans, as you make your way to the door.

“Yeah?” You look at his figure on the king-sized bed in your dark room.

“There is a popcorn mess in the living room, clean it up.” He demands, rolling on to his other side, turning away from you

You nod, knowing he can’t see it. “Alright, Gee.” You smile.

You walk out of the room and into another, picking up your mess and pausing your show, realizing you hadn’t done that when Gerard walked in the door.

You vacuum up the popcorn, and fold up the heap of blankets you were using.

The second day he was home you woke up to the alarm of your phone. “Turn that shit off, I’m trying to fucking sleep.” Gerard growls.

You turn the alarm off, trying to gain the motivation to get up.

Finally you swing your legs over the side of the bed, pushing yourself off and on to the hardwood floor.

You smell Gerard’s Morrissey sweatshirt, and groan, realizing it was time for a shower. “Gerard, I’m showering, and then I’ll make you breakfast.”

“M’kay.” he mumbles into his pillow. He really didn’t care what order it was in as long as he got breakfast.

You wander off into the bathroom, turning some music on with your phone. You set it down on the counter, as you pull your hair out of its loose bun, finger combing through your hair before you pull the sweatshirt over your head, flopping it on the floor. You had no other garments to take off on your torso, you hadn’t bothered to wear a bra in two days. Quickly, you pull down your shorts and your panties, tossing them into a hamper next to the door.

You pull open the shower curtain, turning the water on. You step in once you get it to the temperature you want.

You let the hot water run down your body, soaking your skin and hair, you reach out for the shampoo, grabbing it and squirting a bunch into your hand and setting the bottle back down on the shelf.

You massage your scalp, lathering the shampoo and making it sud in your hair. Next you wash your face with a scrub and then shave.

You rinse your body and then go to the conditioner, putting it on only the ends of your hair, and not on your scalp. (A/N: I’m putting this in there because if you put conditioner on your scalp like 80% of the time it turns out greasy, it’s just as fine if you do it the way I’m describing.)

You scrub your body down with soap, and rinse your body.

You missed Gerard being home, but the thing is you missed him even more now that he was home, you missed the way he’d hold you at night, you missed the long lasting kisses, you missed the cuddling and you missed the way he’d laugh at cartoons, you missed the way you two would make love. There wasn’t even I miss you sex, and you wish there was.

But I guess that’s the way he recovered mentally from lack of sleep, from lack of food, or not being able to take a break from his job for a couple of weeks, one show after another, nonstop.

But even so, you missed him. You missed the way his fingers would run down your curves, how his hot breath would hit the skin of your neck right before he planted his soft kiss swollen lips on it. You missed the way his calloused hand would run from your stomach all the way down to your core and- before you knew it you were mimicking the actions that were so bold in your mind, you hand almost slipped further when you realized what you were doing and stopped.

You decided to get out of the shower.

You turned the water off, and opened the shower curtain, grabbing your towel and drying yourself off.

You weren’t going anywhere today, so you just put on a tank and some sweat pants before combing your hair and ruffling it a bit.

You walk out of the bathroom after tossing your towel in the hamper.

You walk to the kitchen, deciding a normal shake was good enough, and healthy enough for Gerard.

You put some fruit in the blender waiting for you on the counter, some ice cream, flax seed, and then blend it together, setting down two cups with straws in both.

“Gerard!” You yell from the kitchen, making your way back through the hallway and into your bedroom.

“Hey breakfast is ready. I made you a shake.” You whisper, turning the light on.

Gerard groans, “You’re lucky I love you.” He sits up, pushing himself up with his arms, walking out of the room, beckoning you to follow him.

You sit down at the table, sipping at your shake and scrolling through twitter on your phone.

“Hey Gerard, can we actually do something you and me today?” You ask sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him.

“I was gonna play Magic: The Gathering and then sleep. So, no.” He sucks at his straw.

“Oh. I- Okay.” You shut down immediately, looking down at your lap, locking your phone and setting it down.

After about 15 more minutes of just silence Gerard gets up, leaving his cup at the table for you to clean.

He leaves to find his computer.

You finish the last bit of drink you had left, sighing as you put them both in the dishwasher.

You follow him downstairs, feeling rage build up in the base of your throat.

“Gerard.” You speak boldly as he plants his ass on the couch.

“What Y/N.” He says almost in monotone, minor annoyance pricking at his voice.

“Gee I really miss you.” You soften your stare at him.

“Well I’m here.” He responds, looking at you, making a ‘duh’ face and then returning to his computer screen.

“No like I miss how you would hold me, and how you would speak to me, Gerard I don’t think you realize this but I go into a depressive state the week you get back from tour because you don’t even want to listen to me!” You yell, annoyed with his comebacks.

“Well, Y/N I’m tired, I want time by myself! Did you think about that? Stop thinking about yourself.” He leans, setting his computer down when you open your mouth again.

“I’m thinking about us! Gerard don’t you miss it at all?” You were fuming. “Don’t you miss kissing me, or the sex?” You growl at him, tears threatening in your eyes. “Gerard we haven’t had I miss you sex since 2008!”

“It’s not that I don’t miss it! I just want to be alone! So leave!” He screams at you, getting up from the couch, towering over you.

Tears stream down your face, pouring as your face twists into a frown. You turn around, running back up stairs.

Day three started out the same way as the last, from the mention of breakfast, to the shower, to the shakes. You just didn’t have to motivation for anything else, you were being pushed over the edge, you thought you were used to it.

Guess not.

You were tired of waiting for him though, this time you would get him one way or another.

It was time for Gerard to make his way down the steps, so you ran off to the bathroom, getting ready while he was occupied with is little online game.

One step at a time, walking slowly down the steps, stopping at the end.

“Geebear.” You purr.

You decided to wear your black thigh highs as he usually resist you in them, one of his black Iron maiden shirts draped around your torso, and to about mid-thigh on you. A thin strip of ribbon was clipped tightly around your neck, hair all done, curled and pinned, eyeliner done in a smokey eye fashion, the works.

“What are you trying to do?” Gerard groans.

“Gerard, Jesus fucking Christ isn’t it obvious. I want you to fuck me I’ve been waiting forever how the hell can you just sit there and pretend you don’t want me too!” You yelp, placing your hands on your hips.

“It’s easy. I don’t look at you.” He says, staring intently at his screen.

You turn around, want building up inside of you, making you notice by the pool in your panties.

You groan.

If he wasn’t going to fuck you, might as well just do it yourself.

You storm off to your bedroom.

It’s not like he’d hear you, his music is on and he’s too invested in that game.

You flop your self on the bed, immediately propping your legs off and rubbing yourself through your panties.

You imagined Gerard’s hands running his hands down your body, massaging your breast.

You imitate the actions, imagining your hands were his.

You grope your breast, the other hand slipping into your panties and swirling around your clit. You bite your breath, spreading your arousal. You let out small whimpers, feeling your fingers wrinkle as you slide them in and out of your heat. Gerard’s name pushed past your lips, ripping through them as you felt yourself get close, your fingers, reaching, toward your g-spot, rubbing past it, and tapping it as rapidly as possible.

Your hand slides up your shirt and to the underwire of your bra, pinching and twisting the bud of your nipple between your thumb and your index finger.

You heard the noise in the background shut off but you were too close to your climax to care.

Suddenly you see the door swing open, bringing light into the dim room. “Y/N!” Gerard screams your name, both surprised and angry at what you were doing to yourself. “You couldn’t have waited another day?” Gerard says, slamming the door shut, and flipping the light switch on. He makes his way over to you, as you get into a less revealing position.

The bed sinks as he sits down, you coming down with it. “I’m sorry Gerard, I’ve just been up like this for a couple of weeks now.”

“You actually promised me you wouldn’t do this,” he mumbles. He walks the closet, pulling out that box you found in his suitcase from one of the various shopping bags scattered around the floor of your closet. “I mean. I guess I’ll have to punish you,” Gerard smirks, making his way over to you, “I don’t know if this should be considered a punishment, or even a reward.”

You give him a confused look.

“Baby, I’m gonna give you an orgasm for every week that I was gone.” He smirks, setting the box down on the night stand. “The first one will be with my fingers, another one with what’s in that box…” He stops explaining the process, trying to keep it a surprise for you, mostly for his amusement.

Gerard leans down, locking his lips with yours, kissing you roughly, and passionately, running his hands up your sides, and to your breast, massaging them through the layers you had on. Against his lips, you groan, enjoying the feeling of someone else running their hands all over you body.

Gerard, takes his place, kissing you as he moves his entire body in between your legs. You could feel how hard he was. Obviously he really needs this. His hips, press against yours, his groin poking at your soaking wet core through those red lace panties you were wearing.

Gerard lips trail to your neck, sucking the skin until the point of a purple bruise– or several.

His pushes your shirt off, pulling it over your head. He then grabbed the box from the table, pulling out a wad of rope, setting it back down.

Gerard, having taken off your bra so many times, had some experience with them, he unclasps it skillfully.

You lay there, blushing away. Under normal circumstances you wouldn’t have been, but him finding you in a situation, you had no Idea what he was going to.

He kisses down lower, to the valley in between your breasts, the bulge in his pants still lightly poking at your core. With one hand he ran a thumb over your left nipple. Gerard kisses and sucks up to the other one, leaving only a little love bites

“Gerard… please.” You whine.

“Please what?” Gerard chuckles “I haven’t even given you one orgasm yet and you’re already begging.”

Gerard kisses lower, his fingers trailing down your stomach, getting closer to your core. You wanted him so badly.

You wanted him so badly, you felt as if you were going to melt like putty.

“Baby take these off.” Gerard snaps the waistband of your panties as he sits up, pulling his shirt over his head.

You quickly slip them down your legs dropping them on to the floor along with the rest of your clothes– except for your thigh highs.

Gerard lips sink down to your neck, one hand gripping you at your waist, the other gliding down your smooth skin, all the way down to the dripping heat from your core. He slid his thumb in small circles around your clit, a small wave of pleasure rolls over your body, making  your toes curl only slightly.

Gerard, leaning over you, his body placed right in between your legs, was kissing and nipping sloppily at your neck, only at the most sensitive spot, right below your jawline, closer to your throat. His fingers glide down your most sensitive region to that small entrance that was begging.

He spreads your arousal over your heat, and slips his middle finger inside you. He moves it slowly in and out, curling it up only every once in awhile. He pushes another in, feeling you stretch a bit around his fingers.

“Oh baby, it’s been awhile hasn’t it?” Gerard murmurs in your ear.

You let out a small whimper, replying to him.

“What was that Y/N I cant hear you?”

“Y-yes.” You whisper.

Gerard’s fingers curl upward, hitting your g-spot. “What was that?!” He yells.

“Fuck! Yes!” You yelp.

Gerard continues to work his fingers, massaging the balloon swelling inside of you.

Quiet moans spill over your swollen lips, and dissolving into the air in front of you. Gee lifts his head up from the crook of your neck to watch you facial expressions. Your eyes were closed by now, the oxygen around seemed to thicken as the pace of your breathing seemed to climb in speed. Your eyebrows furrowed, Gerard so badly wanted to see your face when you came, clenching your walls around his thick artist fingers.

You were close, and he could tell by the heat boiling to your face, forming a blush on your cheeks. Your hips were gliding right back into his fingers, pushing yourself down each time to the last knuckle.

Gerard could hardly contain himself, but he knew what he signed up for, and he was going to follow through, His pants were almost bursting at the seams, his hard on, begging for some attention.

Your hands reach up to tangle in his jet black hair, your eyelids squeezing tighter together.

Your stomach starts to twist, that familiar knot winding up in your stomach.

Small groans fill the room as you go clenching around his fingers– your first orgasm of the night.

You were already slicked down with sweat, your hair starting to show that dull shine.

Gerard removes his fingers, and kneels up, grabbing you by the thighs. He pulls them up, draping them over his shoulders. He grips your behind, pushing you closer to his face.

You were embarrassed beyond belief, he was rather vanilla when it came to this, he never wanted to hurt you, but he had a goal tonight, and this is how he was going to achieve it.

You shiver when you feel his moist tongue glide on your wet slit. You bring your hands up to your chest, waffling them together.

Gerard sucks on the most sensitive parts of your body, all your nerve endings down by your core, slipping in and out of your folds.

You squeeze your hands together so tight your knuckles turned white, creating contrast from your face, which was beet red.

Gerard’s tongue swipes over your clit a few times, causing you to gasp quietly, just enough for him to hear, but he avoids it most of the time, making your high climb slowly, torturing you beyond belief. He wanted to make this one even more intense than the last, hence him stimulating you even more this time.

You were already sensitive, due to your orgasm prior to him eating you out.  

“Oh, Gerard!” You squeal when he finally gave in to your pleas and payed some more attention to that bundle of nerves.

He kitten licks it at first, and eventually picks up the pace, flatting out his tongue and flicking it over your clit. He sucks and slurps, making your back tense up.

Gerard’s fingernails leave crescent shape marks in your ass cheeks.

You release your hands from one another, and bring one up to run through Gerard’s black hair.

Your legs clench around his head, your moans and profanities filling the room as your stomach starts to tense, your intestines start to coil into a knot again.

You tug at his hair, pushing his head closer to your core, begging for him to pick up the pace.

“Mother fucker!” You screech as your walls start to clench.

Your legs wrap themselves tighter around Gee’s head.

Finally you fall limp. Gerard drops your legs, unable to control himself any longer, he unbuckles his belt, sliding it through the loops.

You knew he wasn’t done with you, but you knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

Gerard’s erection was almost too painful to bare, he was practically begging for release, and you would be glad to give it to him.

You lazily sit up, panting, and grab him by the waistband of his pants. You kiss at his stomach, unzipping his pants, and unbuttoning them. You pull them down to about his knees before he had to sit to rip them off, his boxers went with them.

Before Gerard could sit back down you crawl your way over to him, holding him down by his pale thighs.

You could tell just how hard it was to control himself, so you got down on the floor, kneeling in between his legs.

You waste no time, you were determined to satisfy him as quickly as possible.

You push his dick past your glossy red lips, bobbing your head up and down, creating suction with your tongue.

Gerard’s large hands make his way to your hair, tugging on it harshly. His eyes closed, letting out small moans.

You pick up the pace and then pop off, quickly sliding your tongue around the head and up and down a couple of veins before going back the the first motion.

You couldn’t possibly take Gerard’s entire length, and it wasn’t something you even wanted to attempt, but you tried your best to get as much as you could possibly fit, the rest that was left out, you pumped with your hands, in the same motion your head was going.

You pop off again, sucking on the tip, and then doing the same thing gliding down his length.

A loud moan cuts through the slurping coming from your mouth, Gerard’s dick twitches slightly, giving you a sign he was nearing his high. You glide your tongue down to the base of his shaft, sucking on the underside until he grips your hair, ribbons of semen spurting out in white ribbons.

“F-fuck.” Gerard’s voice falls weak. He pants, falling limp and waits a while, recovering from his orgasm.

“Baby, are you done with me yet?” You wink, climbing on top of the bed once again. You stay on your hands and knees, pressing your face to the comforter on the mattress, exposing your core to Gerard, your excitement glistening.

“Fuck- You’re so naughty.” Gerard smirks, getting back onto his knees. He reaches over to the bedside table, grabbing the mystery box, and opening it, closing it before you had a peak to see what was inside. The first item was a bundle of rope and you knew where he was going with this. He gives you a hard slap on your ass, giving you a jolt, a loud squeal, comes from you as you feel the sting of his hand on your back side. A hand print was already starting to form.

Gerard turns you over, forcing you on your back. He ties your forearms to your upper legs, spreading them as far apart as possible to its match, and making sure they stay that way by tying each side to the bed frame.

This time, he opens the mystery box enough for you to see the contents. Inside was a rechargeable, black, Hitachi Magic Wand.

Your eyes widen. “You didn’t.” Your voice cracks, showing how nervous you were.

Despite your nervousness, you were curious and turned on slightly more now. Gerard had clearly grown out of his vanilla stage, and was pushing you out of your comfort zone. That’s exactly what you wanted too. You wanted him to take advantage of every position you were in.

Gerard flips the switch on high, an almost silent buzzing radiating off of it. You were relieved,something so quiet couldn’t be powerful.

You smut have let out a sigh of solace, as you saw Gerard smirk, and lower the buzzing wand down to your clit.

You jolt, not expecting it to be that powerful.

Gerard keeps it still against you, holding you down. You squeal loudly, your clit throbbing and swelling against it.

He rubs it in circles, hitting every nerve ending he could in your little button. Gerard wanted to see how fast he could make you cum, so he didn’t stop, he flipped it up to maximum, making your hips buck before sounding a loud moan.

Your legs start to burn, as do your most sensitive parts, your face was drenched with sweat, and your were sure you could see your breath.

Your back arched, moans ripping out of you left and right as you could hardly contain yourself. Gerard felt high and mighty as he buried two fingers inside of you.

It felt like it had been forever since since the start of this new practice, his fingers pumping in and out of you, massaging a balloon swelling inside of you.

Gerard fingers seemed to push out of you as you yelp, feeling your body convulse as your body starts to relax. Your legs, your arms, your chest shakes with pleasure, and your eyes roll back into your skull.  

You finish, your walls clenching, your body finally calming down. You look up at Gerard, his face just as surprised as yours was.

He reaches up to his face and wipes a glistening wet spot off of his face. You look down his body, and realized what you had done.

“Fuck baby that was so hot.” Gerard purrs, still surprised.

You pant heavily, taking in the fact that you, just squirted.

“Gerard I want more.” You finally whimper after a moment of silence.

“Good because I’m not done.” Gerard says, lining himself up at your entrance, hard as a rock for the second time tonight.

He pushes in, you throwing your head back, finally relieved to feel him stretch you. He thrusts slow at first, biting his lip at how wet you were.

He leans down, planting his lips on yours, kissing you roughly. His pelvis moved in a rhythm.  

He picked up his pace, his mouth falling open, his eyebrows furrowed as he lifted up and gripped the bed sheets above your head. He bites his kiss swollen lip, pulling it in his mouth and sucking on it.

He lowers his head, you taking his job and sucking on his bottom lip, grinding your pelvis against his as much as you could.

You squeal a couple times before he quickened his pace again, rubbing past your g-spot at an alarming rate, you were sure you were going to explode.

You felt the knot return in your stomach, swelling and tying fast.

“Fuck, Gee!” You yell, pulling on your restraints, your sweating chests rubbing against each other. “I’m so close!”

Gerard sits up, popping of the patch of skin he was working on, leaving a giant bruise.

Ge grabs the Wand sitting right next to you, and turns it on, hitting the button until it was all the way up and rests it against your clit, pushing on it slightly.

“Mother fucker!” You curse, moans crawling their way out of your throat.

You twitch, hips bucking widely, the knot unraveling, and your walls clenching around Gerard.

He turns the vibrator off, tossing it to the side as he starts to work on himself. He drills in and out of you, hitting your g-spot dead on as he does so, his breath hot against your breath.

Your walls continue to clench and release as Gerard moans. “Fuck baby. Inside.” You could hardly manage.

Gerard releases inside of you knowing you would take care of it later. He rides out his high, riding you in circles.

He finally pulls out, his trail spilling out of you.

“Christ.” You speak in a blasphemous manner.

Gerard finally gets up from his collapsed state and unties you, letting your legs and arms fall down to their original position.

He doesn’t bother to get up or put anything away.

Gerard pulls you closer to him, you bury your head in his bare chest, hearing his voice as he speaks.

“I missed you.” He chuckles.

“Sorry I was such a dick.” he says after some silence.

“It’s okay Gerard, I understand. I’m sorry for being so impatient. But this was totally worth it.”

“So you took this rather as a prize rather than a punishment I take it?” He laughs.

“Hell yeah, that was a great surprise, love the mystery box.” You laugh.

“Yeah, I wanted to get you guessing.”

“Well it definitely was worth it.” Gerard kisses your forehead.  

“We’re going to need the bed sheets washed.” You add giggling.

“Yeah, but not right now, Y/N, I want to sleep.” He mumbles, his voice sounding tired.

You smile, snuggling in closer to him.

anonymous asked:

yama getting a growth spurt and being super close to tsukki's height and tsukki having a crisis over "OH NO WHAT IF HE ACTUALLY BECOMES TALLER THAN ME"

Ahh someone else requested this earlier and I’ve been meaning to get to this~

Junior high proves to be the end of Tsukishima Kei. It’s loud, and crowded, and girls have finally started taking notice to him. Not that he doesn’t mind, but…he really doesn’t like them all that much. They titter and flirt and don’t deal with things directly. He’s honestly ok with ignoring them for the time being, but they don’t seem to understand.

Junior high is also the time in a going-on-teenager’s life where they experience they joys of this wonderful thing called puberty. Kei, lucky him, had already gone through the “unnaturally short growth period” of puberty, leaving him in the “awkward voice-crack period”, awaiting the more…uninvited periods. Unlike him, Tadashi had gone through the voice crack stage first, and was now going through the “unnaturally short growth period”, and that terrifies Kei.

His best friend, younger than him by two months, shorter than him by over ten centimeters – well, at least, previously – was growing, and at an alarming rate. It seems he grows in height and width every day, sprouting up, up, up, until he’s only a few centimeters away from overtaking Kei and growing taller than him. The small, cute little boy Kei had known, he was nowhere to be seen, and Kei feels panic bubble in his chest whenever he thinks about the fact. If Tadashi got taller and more attractive, people would like him, and if people liked him, he would get more confident, and if Tadashi got more confident, he’d leave Kei.

“Tsukki, are you coming?” Kei startles, and he looks up at Tadashi, who was standing in front of his desk. “Coach cancelled practice, so we can go straight to your house to do homework today.”

Kei scrambles up, brushing past Tadashi. “Ok, then, let’s go.”

“Tsukki, your books!” Tadashi whines, but he scoops Kei’s books in his arms, setting them atop his own, and following him to their lockers. “We have Algebra and English homework, and some kanji to practice, and then we have all the time we want to play volleyball.”

Kei hums, taking his books from Tadashi and switching a few into his bag, slamming it shut. “Whatever.”

“I mean– I- If you want to play volleyball…” Tadashi bites his lip, and looks down at his feet, which were far too big for his liking, and follows Kei outside.

“I said whatever, didn’t I?”

“Sorry, Tsukki!” Tadashi laughs nervously, trailing Kei in the direction of his home. It’s getting cold out, and Tadashi’s clothes were a little small on him, so he was extra cold on the walk there; when they finally arrive through the door, he’s shuddering.

“I’m home,”

“Pardon the intrusion!”

“Hello boys– oh, Tadashi, have you gotten taller since I last saw you? You hardly fit in your clothes anymore!”

Tadashi flushes, laughing as Kei’s mother fusses over him, tugging at his sleeves, trying to get them to reach his wrists. “I only saw you yesterday, Mei-san! I couldn’t have gotten much taller…”

“You’ve grown out of your clothes, dear, and it’s far too cold for you to be out in clothes you don’t fit in! Kei has some old jeans you can borrow until your mother can get you some pants that fit, ok?”

“Ok, Mei-san!” Tadashi smiles softly as Mei pushes him up to Kei’s room, and Kei grumbles. He didn’t mind if Tadashi wore his clothes – they share stuff all the time – but it wasn’t ideal for Tadashi to borrow his old clothes as a replacement for ones that didn’t fit. Tadashi is supposed to be his small, cute best friend. Not a huge, hulking monster like himself. 

“M- Mom, I’ve got it…” Kei mumbles, stopping his mother from fully entering his bedroom. 

“Oh, I see, too cool for your mother, I get it. You know where your boxes of old clothes are?”

“Yes, mom.” 

Mei laughs. “Ok, you boys get changed and have fun. Cookies are on the counter, if you want any!”

“Whatever,”

“Ok! Thank you, Mei-san!” The door shuts behind them, and Kei moves towards the closet, Tadashi falling onto the bed. “Your mom is so nice, Tsukki!” 

“Yeah.” 

“A- Are you sure you don’t mind letting me use your clothes?..” 

Kei frowns. “It’s fine.” 

Kei finds the box his mother had put at the top of his closet, and slides it out, setting it on the bed. Tadashi sits up, and watches as Kei pulls out jeans and shirts and sweatshirts, piling them onto the bed, seemingly looking for a size that would fit him. Finally, he tosses Tadashi clothing, and falls to the bed.

“Go change.” 

“Ok, Tsukki!” Tadashi smiles brightly, and jumps up, making his way towards the door. “I’ll be right back!” 

The room is silent as Kei packs the clothing he knows would still be too big on Tadashi, tossing the box to the floor. 

“I’m back, Tsukki!” 

Kei looks up, and feels his heart tighten in his chest. He fit in his clothing perfectly. 

Before he knows it, Kei has Tadashi on the ground, holding him tight, crying into his shoulder. “Please don’t become a monster, Tadashi! Please, don’t, I don’t want you to be like me, stay perfect, please, Tadashi!” 

“Ts- Tsukki?!” Tadashi struggles in Kei’s hold, and tries to wiggle away, but Kei holds tighter to him. 

“Don’t become a big monster like me, I don’t want people to hate you too!” 

“H- Hate  me? Tsukki, why would–” 

“Because I’m big, and mean, and if you get big and mean then people are going to hate you just like me! Shrink back! Get smaller!” 

“Tsukki…” Tadashi breathes, and shifts in Kei’s grip to hug him back just as tight. “Tsukki, I can’t– I can’t…I- I won’t turn into a monster, though, I won’t!” 

“B- But if you get big like me…”

“You’re not a monster either, Tsukki. You’re not, you’re not, you got that?” Kei sniffles. “You’re not a monster.” 

“I- I am, though, and I don’t want you to turn out like me. Stay small, ok? Promise me you’ll stay small,” 

“Tsukki…” Tadashi whispers, and Kei squeezes Tadashi tighter. Sobs wrack his body, and he can’t breathe, and he needs Tadashi to promise him he won’t become a monster like him. 

Tadashi…”

“I- I won’t become a monster, Tsukki…” 

“Good.” Kei squeezes Tadashi tighter, happy with his answer. “Good.” 

“B- But, promise me you won’t become a monster too, ok, Tsukki?..” 

“But, I already–”

Promise me, ok?” 

Kei gulps down another sob. “O- Ok. I promise, too.” 

“Good.” 

They stay like that, long after Kei had calmed down, and it’s like that that Kei’s mother finds them when she calls them down. Tangled up on the floor, holding each other tight. She can’t say she hates it to see the two close, that’s for sure. Tadashi brings the best out of her son. 

They’ll be happy, growing up together. 

Seventeen reaction: Performance unit

“Gif reaction to seventeen seeing their gf being talented at their hobby”


Hoshi: (singing) The moment he heard you singing his mouth would drop.”Jagi!! You told me you could sing but never this well” he would want you to show all the other members your amazing talent.  After he’s heard you sing good luck because its constant duets with this one! 

Jun:(dancing)  When he found you dancing he would watch you closely and be throughly impressed by your moves when you finished he would be so proud. “You’re good baby but are you as good as me” *queue dance battle* 

Minghao: (rapping) He would be so shocked hearing you rap. Hed want to know were you learned how to do it so well. “You’re even better then some of the hip hop unit” He’d be very proud of you and find your talent amazing. 

Dino: (dancing) “Why have you never told me about this!!” He’d be so happy to see your hobby is something he enjoys so much as well. He’d non stop talk about that one move and if you could show him. 

MY COMPUTER WENT BOOM!

Okay, not literally. But my harddrive has decided to quit on me, after its many years of loyal service… which means that I am without a desktop for the time being! D:

Thanks to several of you wonderful people, the money I’ve earned from Patreon will cover the cost of a new harddrive, which I’ll be ordering today.

I’ll be back to updates ASAP! 

In the mean time, I’ll figure out something to keep you guys entertained. Maybe some guest updates or just simpler one-shot answers that I can easily draw on my laptop.

Thanks for understanding!