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Ever Since You Left

A Shawn Mendes fanfiction. 

A/N: Part one. I swear I’ll update this one LOL. Shoutout to @whitechocolateperfection for literally everything about this lmao

“Don’t you think we should tell him?”

It was the question I’d been avoiding ever since Shawn’s coming home party had been scheduled. Now the day had arrived, and Shawn was on his plane, on the way. I was nervous, to say the least, as I always was when it came to Shawn. There was something between us that had never been discussed, that we’d never bothered to dip our toes in in fear of the pond being deeper than meets the eye. All throughout high school we played the game of will they or won’t they. We were close, and the feelings felt between us were strong enough to make our friends feel awkward when we went into our own little world. That’s all it was though, and all it would ever be.

I was with Brian now.

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I think what bothers me over everything Emison vs Paily now that I have a clear mind, and can see things without clouded anger, is how impulsive Em is with relationships. Instead of slowing down and thinking about what she truly wants, she’ll jump at any opportunity of a relationship - going from one frying pan to the next without cooling down.

  • Maya leaves, immediately jumps to Samara
  • Maya dies, immediately jumps to Paige
  • Leaves Paige, immediately jumps to Ali
  • Can’t trust Ali, immediately jumps back to Paige
  • Paige leaves, immediately jumps to Talia
  • Talia is a mess/disappears, immediately CLINGS onto Sara
  • Moves to Cali with Paige, breaks up, goes to italy and becomes a womanizer (according to mk and shay)
  • Comes back to Rosewood single, jumps to Sabrina

But according to Emily, when she saw Paige she was hoping for another shot at dating….so you mean while Emily was with Sabrina, she wanted Paige but really wanted Alison above all? Why stress yourself like this?? Why can she not just slow down, have a come-to-jesus moment, find herself, understand what she truly wants, and stay with that? Why when things look bleak somewhere, she’ll instantly want to jump in the pants of someone else? I didn’t care much for Sabrina but Emily led her on like hell knowing damn well she was too occupied to be with someone.

That is true fuckboy behavior lmao if Emily was a guy and was doing all this “I want to be with you and I want to be with you but I really want to be with you” kind of shit, we would drag him all throughout the jungles Nicole was kidnapped in.

I know it’s Easter and everyone is rejoicing, but it’s okay if you’re sad or hurting or lonely or lost today.

If you’re feeling suicidal and so guilty because you should be celebrating that Jesus lives, it’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay.

If you’re feeling depressed, it’s okay.

If you spend today trying not to cry, it’s okay.

If you can’t feel anything today, it’s okay. 

If you doubt that anything matters, it’s okay. 

If you feel overwhelmed and so lost as to what you’re supposed to do today, it’s okay.

If you feel anxious, it’s okay.

If you’re not perfectly happy and joyous today in any way, it’s okay. You’re not alone. It’s okay. 

Secrets // h2ovanoss

aBASED OFF THE PROMPT “A boy comes out as gay to his friend, who soon after comes out as bi. Their parents are homophobic, so they are forced to pretend for the time being that they are still just friends.” BY THE WAY, THIS CONTAINS SMUT.

It wasn’t like Jonathan chose this life.

Bless his heart, he was born like this. He didn’t choose to be the gay in a heavily Christian family.

He just wanted to be normal in his family’s eyes. So that’s what he tried to do; pretend to be complete heterosexual.

Jonathan didn’t realize he was gay until he was in ninth grade. He was changing in the locker room, and suddenly, he was staring at Evan Fong’s ass, mouth watering like some kind of thirsty puppy.

He wanted to be friends with the Canadian, but Evan was way cooler than Jonathan could pretend to be, so he was afraid.

In tenth grade, however, Evan and Jonathan became good friends. They were such good friends that Jonathan began to trust Evan with everything.

In study hall one day, Jonathan decided to write Evan a note. He tore out a piece of paper from his English notebook and wrote:

“Evan, can I ask you a question?”

He folded the notebook paper and placed it on the Asian’s desk, biting his lip in nervousness. Evan looked down at the paper before opening it. Jonathan pretended to look busy while he watched Evan reply on the paper with his pen out of the corner in his eye. Evan folded the paper back up and passed it back over, looking back down at his textbook. 

“Of course.”

Jonathan wanted to smile at that, but fear of what Evan would think of him after he told him, but he needed to tell someone. He was tired of hiding who he was, and Evan seemed to be someone who would understand him.

“How would you feel if I told you I was gay?”

Jonathan chickened out. He erased the question and instead asked:

“Would you like to come over today?”

He folded it up and placed it on the Asian’s desk, furrowing his brows and swearing to himself for chickening out as Evan read the note.

“I’d love to.”

Later that day, Evan gave Jonathan a ride home like he always did since Jonathan didn’t have a car. 

“Are you sure I can come in?” Evan asked, furrowing his eyebrows in worry. He knew how the older boy’s parents were.

“Evan, they love you. They think you’re a wonderful influence for me. My sister is literally head over heels for you,” Jonathan reassured, forcing a smile after the statement he made about his sister because he knew Evan was straight.

Evan smiled, cutting off the ignition and exiting the car, Jonathan following soon after. Mrs. Dennis opened the door at the sound, smiling with her purse hanging off her shoulder. “Hello boys,” she greeted, “I was just about to drop Emily off at her Bible class. You both can help yourself to anything in the fridge.” She smiled before exiting the house, Jonathan’s younger sister Emily following shortly behind. She smiled coyly at Evan before getting into the car with her mother.

Evan and Jonathan had the house to themselves for about half an hour. “So what should we do?” Evan asked, taking a bite out of the red apple in his hand.

“We can watch a movie?” Jonathan suggested, but Evan shook his head.

“Nah, your parents have nothing but Christian movies about Jesus and that PG-rated bullshit. I get enough of that from my mom,” Evan sighed, and Jonathan bit his lip. 

“We can go up to my room?” Jonathan suggested, “I don’t have much, but it’s better than being down here.”

Evan laughed, “I’ll race you.” 

Jonathan laughed at that, quickly running behind Evan, trying to get ahead. However, Evan was faster as he made his way down the hall and into Jon’s room.

“Ha!” Evan yelled victoriously, throwing his hands in the air, and Jonathan totally did not notice the section of delicious tan skin that poked out when Evan’s arms raised.

Evan plopped down on Jonathan’s bed, releasing a comfortable sigh. The blue-eyed teen mouth watered at the sight of Evan’s skin, and he felt he needed to leave to compose himself. “Hey, I’m going to get me a drink. You want anything?”

“A glass of your mother’s infamous lemon tea will do,” Evan answered, grinning over at him, and Jonathan swore his heart stopped.

Jonathan left the room as quickly as he could without drawing attention to himself. While he was waiting for the shorter’s return, Evan pulled out his phone; however, when he tried to sit up, he bumped his head on the shelf hanging on the wall above Jon’s bed, forgetting the other was shorter than him. Consequently, he dropped his phone and it landed on the floor. Leaning down to pick it up, he noticed something under the bed and curiously picked it up. It was a dirty magazine and what shocked Evan was the naked man on the cover.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered, eyes wide in shock.

He flipped through the magazine and raised his eyebrows at all the nude men. Unfortunately, Jonathan walked in at that time. 

“Here you go–shit!” Jonathan quickly ran over, snatching the magazine from Evan’s hands, ready to make an excuse about how it’s his sister’s and he doesn’t know how it got in there when Evan looked up at Jon with furrowed eyebrows. “You could’ve told me, you know?”

“Told you what?” Jonathan asked nervously, trying to hide his trembling his hands from Evan’s view, “I-It’s my sister’s.” He was fucked.

Evan laughed, “Bullshit! You can be honest with me, dude.”

“Fine,” Jonathan grumbled, opening his dresser drawer and putting the magazine in it, “I’m gay.”

Evan grinned. “Oh, really? I couldn’t tell.”

Jonathan punched him in the arm.

Evan laughed and Jon sat next to him on the bed, “You know, I kinda like guys too,” Evan whispered, and Jonathan’s eyes widened in shock.


“Actually, just one guy, but still.”

Jonathan grew hopeful, quietly asking, “What guy?”

The room grew quiet before Evan leaned over, whispering softly, “I mean, your ass looks really great in those jeans.” Jonathan shuddered at Evan’s words, turning to look at the Asian in the eyes. Evan was smirking. Jonathan felt like he was dreaming. He was so tempted to pinch himself to wake himself up, but Evan’s hand gripped his jaw before leaning down and pressing his lips to Jonathan’s roughly. Jonathan’s heart was pounding as he struggled to kiss Evan back as much as Evan kissed him. When Evan pulled away, panting heavily, Jon breathed, “We don’t have much time.”

Evan grinned. “Challenge accepted,” he responded, reaching for the button on Jonathan’s jeans.

Evan maneuvered them until his back was pressed against the headboard and Jonathan was facing him. He pulled at the older’s jeans, his hips bucking up so Evan could pull down his jeans. Jonathan crawled over, desperately kissing Evan’s lips once more and Evan chuckled at his eagerness, brushing the bulge in Jon’s boxer briefs. Jon gasped, pulling away. “Touch me again, please,” he begged softly and Evan smirked.

“Just wait, baby, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Jonathan bit his lip and gripped the younger’s shoulders as Evan’s lips attacked his neck and slowly pulled down his underwear. Jonathan gasped at the cold air reaching his heated skin. 

“You have lube, babyboy?” Evan asked gently. The older nodded, keening over the nickname and rushing over to his dresser, opening the same drawer he put the magazine in and pulled out a bottle of cherry-flavored lube.

Evan immediately took the bottle, pouring some onto his fingers and placing it onto the desk nearby the bed. With his other hand, he patted his jean-clad lap and Jonathan obeyed, straddling Evan’s lap, placing his knees on either side of Evan’s legs, and whimpering as his hard cock rubbed against Evan’s covered torso. Evan placed his index finger at the other’s hole before slipping it in slowly. Jonathan’s eyes closed at the foreign feeling, prepared for the sting. He’s seen enough porn.

Evan began slowly thrusting the finger into his hole and Jon moaned. He liked the pain.

“Move, please,” he begged. Evan obliged, but slipping in a second finger beforehand. 

“Oh god,” Jonathan moaned, throwing his head back, and Evan attacked his neck once more. “How’s that, baby?”

“So good, so fucking good,” Jonathan breathed and Evan scissored his fingers, stretching out the other’s fingers. And then Evan curled his fingers up and Jonathan’s whole body jolted. “Right there!” he yelled, and Evan smirked against his neck, making sure to hit that spot in every thrust of his fingers. 

“Please, Evan,” Jonathan whimpered, “I want your cock. Always wanted your cock.”

Evan felt proud of that. “Anything for you,” he responded softly, pulling his fingers free from Jonathan’s hole. Jonathan felt the loss of Evan’s fingers but prepared himself for something better.

Jonathan slid down Evan’s legs, desperately pulling down Evan’s zipper. “No time,” he muttered, pulling Evan’s cock free through the open zipper. If Jonathan complained about his mouth watering at the sight of Evan before, he should’ve probably prepared himself for the sight of Evan’s large, hard tan leaking cock. Jonathan whimpered at the sight, crawling back up Evan’s lap. “I’ve never been fucked,” Jonathan stated, staring down at the beautiful Asian.

“I’m clean, don’t worry,” Evan assured as Jonathan poured lube into his hand before wrapping his hand around Evan’s thick cock. 

“Oh, fuck,” Evan sighed, eyes closing in pleasure as Jonathan pumped his cock, covering it in lube. Jonathan kept pumping until Evan had to force himself to stop Jonathan. Jonathan grinned, sloppily kissing his cheek before Evan lined his cock up with Jonathan’s hole, the other hand on Jonathan’s hip. Jonathan slid down slowly, mouth falling open in either pain or pleasure–he wasn’t sure. Evan’s other hand reached up to hold Jonathan’s other hip as a guide.

“Oh, fuck, Evan,” Jonathan breathed, eyes shutting as Evan grunted at the tight, warm feeling that was Jonathan sitting on his cock.

Jonathan’s hands gripped his headboard on either side of Evan’s head and pushed himself up slowly. He felt so full. Evan was watching Jonathan’s facial reactions, wanting to memorize them for future reference. As Jonathan started to speed up, Jonathan’s breaths turned into pants and Evan helped him keep a steady pace. Evan was struggling to keep his hips pinned to the mattress. He wanted to fuck that tight heat but he didn’t want to overwhelm the bottom. However, when Jonathan curiously tried rotating his hips, Evan couldn’t stop himself. He bucked up into Jonathan, causing a broken sob from the older man as Evan’s dick rubbed right up against his prostate.

“Again,” sobbed Jon, “right there, please.”

Jonathan couldn’t form coherent sentences as Evan began to fuck up into him, the bed rocking against the wall. “Oh, oh, Evan! Harder!” Jonathan cried and that was enough for Evan to grab Jon’s wrists and slamming him down on the opposite end of the bed, earning a pained cry from the man. Evan grabbed Jonathan’s legs, putting them up on his shoulders before fucking into the tight heat again and brushing right against Jonathan’s prostate in every rough thrust, the bed slamming against the wall mercilessly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!” Jonathan shouted, tears rolling down his cheeks at the overwhelming pleasure, “Don’t stop, Evan!”

Evan moaned at the filthy sounds leaving the blue-eyed boy’s mouth, fighting the urge to throw his head back because he wanted to watch Jonathan take his cock. 

“Oh shit, oh shit,” Jonathan cried, “I’m-I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!”

Evan leaned down, pinning Jonathan’s hands to the mattress, and fucking Jonathan in the position, still ramming against his prostate. Jonathan felt the rough feeling of Evan’s jeans rubbing against his balls, increasing the pleasure. “Do it, baby. Cum on just my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”

And just like that, Jonathan came all their shirts.

Evan was so close, fucking Jonathan a little harder than he wanted. He was just about to orgasm when he heard the front door open suddenly. “Fuck,” Evan swore, quickly pulling out of Jonathan and hurriedly zipping himself up. 

He quickly handed Jonathan his boxer briefs and jeans and hurried to get him another shirt. 

“What about your shirt?” Jonathan asked breathlessly, slipping on his jeans and running a hand through his hair.

“Don’t worry about that,” Evan assured him, pecking his lips.

“Boys, are you okay?” came Mrs. Dennis’ voice from the kitchen.

“Yeah, Mom!” Jonathan yelled, voice hoarse from his shouting. 

“Jonathan, honey, are you okay? You sound sick,” her voice was getting closer and Jonathan began to worry. He looked at Evan, scared out of his mind. Evan quickly pulled his shirt off, slipping it on inside out, grabbing Jonathan’s History textbook off the desk, and plopping onto the bed next to Jonathan just in time for Mrs. Dennis to walk in.

“I’m fine, Mom,” Jonathan replied, “Evan and I were shouting answers to some questions in the History book and I might have shouted a little too loud.” Evan bit back a snort.

“Okay, dear,” she said, falling for it, “Anyways, don’t let me interrupt your study session. I’m going to start cooking, and Evan, you are welcome to stay for dinner.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Dennis,” Evan replied as she exited the room. Evan started chuckling and Jonathan glared at him. Evan, still smiling, placed the book out of the way before leaning over to kiss Jonathan passionately. “I had fun.”

“But you didn’t get to…y’know,” Jonathan said sheepishly, and Evan smiled bigger at his dorkiness.

“I have my hand tonight. And at least now, I have an actual memory to use instead of false fantasies.” Jonathan giggled, kissing Evan’s lips again.

Tommy's Girl [11/?]

Tommy Shelby x OC (Alfie’s Sister).

Warning(s): language

Part Eleven. Part Ten. Part One.

“You told him then?” Tommy asked.

“I had to, he’s my brother. I’m sorry.” Emily smiled sheepishly.

“I don’t blame you for liking it.” Tommy winked, smirking ever so slightly.

“We’re you listening to my private conversation?” Emily asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“I couldn’t bloody help it, you were loud enough.” Tommy laughed.

“God, you can tell you’re a smoker.” Emily giggled, poking fun at Tommy’s laugh. His hand grazed hers as he placed it on the desk. Emily slowly interlocked their fingers, all silliness immediately banished from the room.
“Tell me about yourself?” Emily inquired, meeting Tommy’s eyes, searching for some hint as to the man she had to marry.

“You won’t like it.” Tommy shook his head, leading her to a settee by the wall. They sat and Tommy lit them a cigarette each to help clear their thoughts. “There was a woman. A woman I loved more than anything in this world. She was our Charlie’s mother. Her name was Grace and we were married. I got the Blinders involved with the Russians and the Economic League, which was a fucking stupid idea, but some… unpleasantries came about and my Grace - well she died.”

“Oh God, Tommy, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” Emily hurriedly apologised.

“No, it’s all right.” Tommy sighed, “You told me about your past, it’s only fair I tell you mine.”

“What about before that, then? Alfie told me you were a soldier.”

“Aye, I was. I was a tunneler in the war. Fucking awful work.” Tommy puffed on his cigarette. “Are you Jewish like your brother? Because you were talking about Christmas the other day.”

“No, however Alfie and I celebrate Christmas and Hanukkah together. I don’t really practice religion very much though. I converted when my mother died. Thought this Jesus bloke might help me out.” Emily held the ciggy to her lips. “He never fuckin’ did though.” She exhaled, her mouth curving into a frown.

“No, He’s not too helpful is He?” Tommy looked thoughtful. “I thought Jewish people had to follow their mothers’ religion though?”

“I don’t owe that woman fuckin’ anything. If it wasn’t for Alfie, I’d be quite happy burning her photographs and tryin’ to forget her… Not that I could do that. But you know what my brother’s like, you’ve worked with him for God knows how long. He’s all ‘family this and family that’ but he’s no idea what that bitch was like when he was off in the war. ‘Come on dear, I don’t want you workin’ in no factory but we need the money. Get out on that corner and give the men whatever they want.’” Emily sighed. “I never got a fuckin’ say. I was fuckin’ fourteen: a scared little girl doin’ as her mum told her. They took advantage of that; I remember one sick fuck told me to cry and suck his cock. They never just wanted a shag Tommy, it was always fuckin’ more.”

“Fucking bastards,” Tommy muttered, slamming his hand down on the settee in rage, “I promise you; you will never have to do anything like that again, understood? You’re mine now, I’ll take care of you.”

“I’m sorry. You didn’t need to hear that, it doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it fuckin’ does. Emily, love, they fucking hurt you, that matters to me. There’s no need to apologise,” Tommy put his arm around Emily’s waist. She leaned her head gently against his shoulder.

“You don’t need to protect me, Tommy, I’m fully capable of taking care of myself,” Emily released a breath that she wasn’t aware she had been holding in.

“My point is, Emily, you don’t have to. I’m here for you.”

“I don’t need a man to protect me, Shelby, I grew up in London for Christ’s sake.” Emily teased, winking, and swiftly exited the room.

“That she doesn’t.” Tommy breathed, staring after her.

Arthur burst into the room moments later, followed by John, carrying a letter.

“Tommy, we have a situation.” Arthur explained, handing the note to his confused brother.

“What the fuck?” Tommy grasped the sheet of paper, scanning quickly over it. “It’s from Sabini. He says he’ll negotiate a peace treaty with us if we give him Emily.”


You sat down on the couch, absolutely exhausted. It had been a long day. You had worked hard to clean the entire house, then run to the bank, the post office, and the grocery store, then cook a nice dinner for your boyfriend, who should have been home from band practice twenty minutes ago. Your feet ached from walking around so much, and your head was swimming with the things you had still yet to do. You closed your eyes, leaning your head back against the soft pillows of your couch and allowing yourself to breathe.
After a few minutes, you decided to check your phone. No calls, no texts. Where the hell was Andy? You dialed his number and listened as his answering machine picked up. Furious, you threw your phone back down, standing up to make your way to the kitchen. You grabbed a glass from the cabinets and poured yourself a glass of coke and whiskey, hoping the alcohol would soothe your shot nerves. You were halfway through your drink when you heard the door.
“Babe?” You rolled your eyes, ignoring him. You listened to the sound of footsteps creeping closer, stopping in the doorway.
“Hey.” Andy said. You avoided looking at him, instead taking another drink.
“Something wrong?”
“Are you fucking serious?” You growled, shooting him a harsh look. “You come home half an hour late, you don’t call, you don’t text, and all you can say is ‘hey’?”
“Baby, I-”
“I don’t want to hear your bullshit tonight, Andy. I am getting sick of it.”
“I’m sorry, but-”
“Andy, shut the fuck up!” You yelled, and there was a pause. You finally looked at him, watching as his expression turned from apologetic to furious.
“Don’t you ever tell me to shut up.” He growled.
“Shut. Up.” You challenged.
“That’s it.” He stomped over to you, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you out of your chair to stand, facing him. “Emily, I am not going to have you bitching at me tonight. Do you understand?” His voice was stern.
“Andy, I will say whatever I want to say. You should have called. I worked my ass off all day, I cooked you dinner, and you don’t even have the decency to let me know you won’t be home on time?” You yelled.
“My fucking phone died! It wasn’t my fault! Practice went over by ten minutes, the traffic was slow, and I couldn’t call because my phone was dead! Jesus, what the hell is your problem?” His voice was louder, causing your blood to boil.
“What is my problem? You want to know what my problem is? How was I supposed to know you weren’t hurt? How was I supposed to know your car hadn’t broken down somewhere? How was I supposed to know you weren’t with some cheap slut who just wanted to say she fucked Andy Biersack?” You spat back.
“You think I would cheat on you?”
“That would explain why you don’t even fucking look at me anymore, wouldn’t it?” Andy stared at you, his skin hot and his eyes cold. You immediately regretted accusing him of cheating.
“Andy, I-” He interrupted you by crashing his lips onto yours with such force that it made you stumble backwards into the wall. His hands grabbed at your waist, roughly pulling your body close to his. You moaned quietly into his kiss, and felt his rough hands reach down to slap your ass. You gasped at the unexpected hit, pulling away from the kiss to register the pain. Andy used the opportunity to yank your shirt off, taking your bra with it and leaving you bare chested.
“Andy, what in the hell are you-”
“I would suggest you shut the hell up, Emily. You want me to pay attention to you? Fine. But I’m going to make sure everyone in the whole damn neighborhood knows for a fact that I am not cheating on you.” You felt yourself blush, suddenly aware of where this was going. You opened your mouth to say something, but Andy just slammed his lips back onto yours, reaching his hands down to unbuckle your jeans and slid them off of you, leaving you completely naked in front of him. He reached for your hair next, pulling you with him as he walked out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, slamming you onto the bed. He stood overtop of you, slowly kissing down your neck, sucking and biting on your skin and leaving small marks all over. You moaned, rolling your hips. He ignored your obvious frustration as he moved his lips to your breasts, down your stomach, and, finally, to your heated core. He smirked up at you before placing a soft kiss on your clit, causing you to moan out loudly.
“Someone’s a bit needy, yeah?”
“Andy… fuck…” You moaned, desperate for him to touch you again. You breath hitched in your throat as he began sucking on your clit, making you buck your hips forward involuntarily. You tried to fight back a moan as he continued, speeding up and adding more pressure. You felt his hand creep up your thigh, and soon, he was pumping in and out of you with one finger.
“Andy!” You moaned, reaching to grab his hair.
He continued, increasing his speed, until he was sure you couldn’t take it anymore. Your breathing was becoming labored, your moans louder.
“Andy, I swear to god I’m going to-” He immediately stood up, removing his finger from you and looking at you smugly.
“Andy, what the hell?” You asked, upset at the loss of pleasure. He laughed darkly as he slid off his shirt and undid his belt, allowing his jeans to fall to the floor. He was standing naked in front of you now. He leaned forward, and you prepared yourself for more kissing. Instead, he grabbed your hair again, picking you up off the bed and throwing you roughly onto the floor so you were on your knees in front of him.
“Suck it.” He commanded. You stared at him, not used to his aggressive side.
“Did I fucking stutter, Emily?” He barked, and you immediately began pumping his member, placing a kiss in the tip before taking him into your mouth. He threw his head back, his mouth forming a small “o” as he guided you by your hair. You took more and more of him into your mouth as you bobbed up and down his length, causing him to groan. Soon, you were deep throating him.
“Emily, fuck…” He moaned, sighing out in pleasure before looking down and making eye contact with you. “That’s enough.” He yanked your head back and threw you back onto the bed.
“Beg for me.” He said, his voice low.
“Fuck me, Andy. I want you so fucking bad, please.” He smirked, looking pretty damn proud of himself as he slammed his entire length into you. You screamed as he began thrusting in and out of you, grasping your hips tightly.
“Andy!” You moaned, feeling a knot grow in your stomach as he continued to pound into you.
“That’s right, baby. Say my name.”
“ANDY!” You screamed as you climaxed, triggering Andy to climax shortly after. You both sloppily rode out your highs before collapsing next to each other, panting.

“Good morning, beautiful.” You opened your eyes to see Andy’s staring back at you. His hair was a mess, and his voice was low and raspy. Gotta love the morning voice.
“Andy, I’m sorry for snapping at you last night. I didn’t mean to. I was just stressed. I know you would never cheat on me.” You whispered.
“I know, baby. It’s okay. And, uh, I’m sorry, too…” He trailed off. You frowned at him.
“Why are you sorry?” You asked. He sighed, standing up. You saw that he was still naked.
“Come here, Emily.” You sat up, your head pounding and sore from being thrown around by your hair. You found walking to be a bit difficult, too. You slowly made your way to Andy, trying not to walk funny. He grabbed your hand and turned you to face the mirror.
“Oh my god…” You breathed out. You were suffering from a horrible case of sex-hair, and there was a trail of dark purple hickeys that started on your neck and ended around your belt line. There were also large bruises on your hips, though they were much too big to be hickeys.
“Where did those come from?” You asked, gesturing towards your hips. Andy blushed slightly as he placed his large hands over your hips, and you noticed that his hands were the same size as the bruises.
“Oh.” You stared at yourself a minute longer before turning back to meet Andy’s gaze.
“Are you made at me?” He whispered, staring down at the ground. He was so fucking cute. You smiled, placing a kiss in his cheek.
“No.” He smiled, kissing your lips.
“Good.” He said. “I’m going to take a shower. Care to join me?”
“Only if you carry me there, I don’t feel like walking right now.” Andy chuckled as he picked you up bridal style and carried you to the shower.
“I love you, Emily.”
“I love you, too.”

Oh, Emily

Summary: In which Dan and Phil haven’t come out to their viewers yet but have a daughter, and she basically outs them accidentally during a live show.
Genre: AU, Fluff
Word Count: 1,208
Beta: thank you the wonderful phangirlingforphan for beta’ing this <3

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100% true until dawn

Sam: I FUckiNg LOVE anmimals h oly SH IT
Chris: phone phone phone phone phone
Jess: therefor fucK ME IN THE ASS CUZ I love Jesus
Emily: *bitch noises*
Matt: yes man
Mike: loveable asshole
Ashley: bean.
Josh: wake me up wake me up inside I can’t wake up wake me up inside save me
Hannah: screm
Beth: ded
Stranger: this mountain belong to the WONDONGOS

gerardsassquatch  asked:

Jesus christ you are so amazing and i am literally so god damn happy for you right now it's not even funny. You inspire me so much and im so glad you exist. I die everyday because I'm so lucky to have you as a friend. I can come to you for anything and that's just beautiful. Know that you can come to me also for A N Y T H I N G. God I'm just so proud of you right now. I could never imagine myself doing what you did. I'm so fucking proud 💙🌵

Holy hell emily you’re making me emotional. I hope you know that your love and support really does mean the world to me and that I am here for you whenever you need me.

I wrote three paragraphs in that letter about how much you’ve influenced and inspired me and how much you mean to me, because without you, well, I don’t want to think about where I might be. I just wanna say thank you for being there when no one else is and being so wonderful to me.

Looking back, do you remember when you dropped that ask to my inbox telling me how cool my profile picture was? Do you remember when I messaged you the full picture? Do you remember when you continued to talk to me even though you knew I was weird as hell? Well that was almost four months ago, and I’m so happy I met you. You have inspired me to do so much, and have brought me out of my shell.

You really do mean a lot to me, Em. I’m so glad you’re my friend.

anonymous asked:

any hcs about the tribe/pack you would like to share w us??

there are Too Many..

• some little girl in the tribe has caught on to the pack and everytime a wolf howls in la push or one of the “Uley gang” walks by she just smiles secretively and gets all giddy sends the boys knowing looks like “bitch i caught onto u y'all ain’t slick”
• that same little girl grows up w/ wolves howling in her backyard and starts to lose sleep because they’re GODDAMN LOUD and they won’t shut the hell up and one day she snaps and just yells out into the forest: “SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU SPIRIT WARRIORS A GIRL HAS BEEN TRYING TO GET SOME SLEEP FOR THE PAST 10 YEARS HERE BUT YOU STILL WON’T SHUT UR DAMN JAWS”
• Quil actually begins to develop impressive art skills because of coloring pictures with Claire endlessly and he starts making real art and becomes a certified Art Hoe™
• Kim often falls asleep with either her head or feet dangling out of her window because of waiting for Jared to visit her after patrol
• if Rachel ever leaves her phone open next to Paul (God forbid) he takes a gajillion selfies on it just to torture her a little bit and he actually starts to enjoy taking selfies and has figured out his perfect angles
• Quil (not so surprisingly imo) slips up on the whole “I can’t tell people I’m a teenage boy who turns into an overgrown dog at will!!!!” thing more than Claire, and Claire is the one who has to remind him that “Qwwuuuuuiillllyyyyyyyyy you can’t tell them thaaaaaaat!!! It’s a secreeeeetttttttt!!”.
• The pack starting to drop hints about being werewolves around their classmates and co-workers to “see if they catch on”
• “Booking off another day at work again, Jared??”
• “Yeah, it’s the full moon, I always book the full moons off! :)”
• The pack making dad jokes @Sam to piss him off
• SAM: “Jake, pass me a muffin, I’m hungry.”
• EMBRY: (snickering) “Hey hungry, I’m dad!!”
• SAM: “stop”
• The pack always shredding their shorts and shoes and go to the store on the border of La Push and Forks to replenish their wardrobe so much that the old lady always just looks at them like “How many fucking shorts do these freaks need Jesus this is the third time this week”
• The pack stumbles upon an actual wolf pack that wandered onto the forest of the Rez and they have noooooo idea what to do
• “Do you think we can communicate with them? You know, because we’re both wolves?”
• “Jake that’s literally the stupidest thing I have ever heard in my entire life have u forgotten that these wolves are REAL and not somewhat human and mentally insane like we are????????¿???”
• countless stashed shorts in the woods from Emily because she’s seen way too many penises and is getting tired of having bare boy butts on her new pillows
• Embry running around naked trying to find a pair of shorts because he has to get home but ends up flashing some poor girl on a hike
• Embry imprints on said girl
• Brady and Collin playing pranks on Paul and the other guys (but mainly Paul becayse they think its funny when his face does the thing)
• the guys wreaking havoc at school and inadvertently torturing poor student council member Kim who always gets glares from her co-members because Paul and Jared ruined one of their banners again

i think these are pretty funny fanfic ideas y'all can go nuts

Emily Kinney and Norman Reedus on the phone probably
  • Emily: *calls Norman*
  • Norman: *picks up* hello?
  • Emily: hey norman! are you busy?
  • Norman: hey! nope not at all.
  • Emily: okay good! so did you see any recordings of my song "last chance" floating around online?
  • Norman: nope not yet, I'll look it up now.
  • Emily: okay! I'll stay on the phone and listen. I wanna know what you think.
  • Norman: *watches and listens*
  • Emily:
  • Norman:
  • Emily: so what do you think? it's a li-
  • Norman: it's bethyl.
  • Emily: oh.. um well i actua-
  • Norman: this is our episode "still" but.. sexy. this is the song of our fandom.
  • Emily: oh no norman i was ju-
  • Norman: sweet baby jesus. this is the song for bethyl. the song of the ship we're leading.
  • Emily:
  • Norman:
  • Emily:
  • Norman:
  • Emily:
  • Norman: *plays it again*

anonymous asked:

Demily please!!

who the fuck put the peeps in the microwave
Ok it would be the both of those fucking idiots! Literally, I can picture them being slightly drunk, when someone comes up with the GENIUS idea to put fucking peeps in the microwave. Then, as they’re watching the thing fuckin explode, Em is all “DEREK YOU SAID-” “I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING EMILY WHAT-“ ”-MARSHMALLOW GUTS EVERYWHERE YOU MURDERED IT-” “-JESUS CHrist” And Prentiss would probably eat the exploded peep anyway…

who forgot to put the cat outside before sex
Em, TOTALLY Emily. She “forgets” to put Serg outside, mostly because she hates locking him places, but that obviously backfires really fucking bad when he jumps on the bed expecting to be pet, or sits there staring at them. Prentiss doesn’t mind, but Morgan is intensely creeped out by the little fucker.

who posts vines of the other doing embarrassing shit
DEREK. Prentiss is practically famous from all the vines Morgan posts of her fucked up comments, or inebriated dancing with Sergio and other screwy shit. Emily + Alcohol = comedy GOLD and after Garcia taught him how, he films almost every idiotic thing she does. The most popular vine was of Em drunkenly trying to arrest Sergio for peeing outside the litter box.

who breaks the most phones
Morgan by far. Both of them break a fuck ton of phones due to work, but Derek excels at it because he’s usually the one to end up in the water, or in a fist fight, or jumping a fucking building and doing other crazy shit like that. Every time they go to Verizon the employees usually just sigh and say, “what now…?”

who dies first
THIS ISNT FUCKING ALRIGHT DAMMIT well it’s obviously Emily. The reason Derek was so pissed off at her about Doyle is because they were already together at that point and he was hurt knowing Prentiss felt she couldn’t trust him or the team. That obviously changed when he found her FUCKING BLEEDING OUT ON THE FUCKING WAREHOUSE FLOOR FUCK THAT SHIT. No, no no nopety nope.

which one I could see as being lactose intollerant

who thinks they can do something really well even though they can’t
Morgan thinks he has the voice of an angel, but Em disagrees. According to Prentiss he sounds like “a chorus of dying animals” and she thinks he must be partially deaf. Sometimes when they are in the shower and Derek is singing she throws towels and other things to get him to SHUT THE HELL UP! 

who is more likely to get kicked out of the bed
Nobody. Morgan and Prentiss both have terrible nightmares because of their job, not to mention deep-seated abandonment issues and a whole slew of other problems. They find comfort sleeping together and could not possibly be okay without the other at their side. So no, nobody is getting kicked off the bed tht is not happening.

who uses the computer most
I don’t know, Emily? She has a Tumblr dedicated to serial killers, cats, Vonnegut, and Star Trek.

anonymous asked:

Toddler acachild caught Bechloe doing the do then asks them what they're doing. Bechloe tries to explain.


Chloe hummed appreciatively, smiling. “I know,” she said, but Beca pushed her away, steering her head towards the door. 

“No,” she said through her teeth, “Fuck.” 

Chloe stopped, confused until she followed Beca’s stare to the doorway and saw two braids over a plaid jumper and confused face. She squeaked, jumping off Beca and covering as much as she could with their blankets. “Em, Jesus!” 

“Mom?” Emily said, her hand on the doorknob, “Mommy, what’re you–” 

“G-go!” Chloe blurted, the loudness shocking Emily and making her jump. “Go to your room sweetie,” she said, her voice only a touch softer. 

“But I-”

“Emily!” Beca finally spoke up, her eyes closed and her hands on her forehead, “Room!” 

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part 2 to the kendall imagine! 


“Wait, where the hell are you going?!” You continued to storm down to the carpark as fast as you could once you heard Harry’s voice from behind you. 

“Home.” You mumbled, pulling your keys out to your car as you swallowed the lump in your throat. You didn’t understand.. what could Kendall give Harry that you couldn’t? You’d been trying your best to capture his attention for so long, but all Kendall had to do was strut down the catwalk in some lingerie and Harry was putty in her hands in less than a second. 

“Why are you mad? If you didn’t want to come, I could have jus’ gone myself, love.”

“It’s not about this stupid show!” You snapped, tossing your bag in the car before letting out a huff of frustration. “It’s about.. about.. Kendall, okay?” 

“Kendall? Why are you mad at Kendall? Do you not like her?” 

“I’m not mad at Kendall, I’m just.. y’know, I’m sure she’s a nice person n’ all, and it’s not that I don’t like her – I don’t like her.. with you.” You stammered, scratching the back of your head. 

“Are you for real?” Harry’s eyebrows furrowed as he crossed his arms, shaking his head. “Why is it that every girl I’m seen with, you don’t approve of? You’re even pickier than my mother, Y/N! You didn’t like Emily, you didn’t like Georgia – in fact, the only person you liked was Taylor!” 

“Taylor was genuinely a nice person!” 

“I can’t believe you, Jesus Christ!” Harry let out a heartless laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Are you fuckin’ jealous?” 

“I’m not jeal-” 

“We’re not kids anymore, Y/N! When are you going to let me be happy?! When are you finally going to relax about me being with another girl?” 

“I do want you to be happy, but I think you should settle for-” 

“I don’t care what you think! It’s my life, I make my own choices – I’m older than you, for Gods sake!” You were speechless at this point. You couldn’t just blurt out that you’d been crushing on Harry since forever, it was a bad time. Harry didn’t usually get mad, but when he did, he would get really, really mad.

“I know! I know, Harry!” 

“You know? I don’t think you do! When are you going to get it through your thick skull that you’re not the only girl in my life? I’m allowed to spend time with other girls, but I don’t think you know that! Every time I do, you freak out and get all pissy!” That was really only because Harry would completely ignore you and pretend like you didn’t exist – that shit hurts. 

“Look, I’m sorry, alright? Can we just go home and-” 

“Go home?! You stormed out of a Victoria’s Secret show, not me. But if you wanna leave, be my guest. Don’t even bother callin’ or textin’ to check up on me, because I’m probably going to be – and god forbid – hanging out with a bunch of Victoria Secret models after the show.” Harry growled, your vision beginning to blur. You had never seen Harry act this way before, and it was kind of scaring you. “Jesus, Y/N. Grow the fuck up, will you?”  


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More than stanzas

Summary: (kinda stole this from thorlester ily <33 ) The hot librarian is a massive nerd and Dan just found his notebook filled with poems.

Genre: fluff

Warning: swearing, a lil bit of pre-smut in the end

Words: 2, 115 words

A/N: im so sorry for abandoning??? Yes. I was busy beta-ing my friends’ fics and im also caught up with my collab fic with Sofie (which I hope you get to read one day, it’s named as Fragments Of Stardusters).!! I also added a submit page so if u want to submit me shit u can now :> this was supposed to contain secks but eh did you know that the poem dan recited was an actual written by me, it originally wrote it from dan’s perspective but yh

“It’s over there on aisle B.” Dan stared at the man in front him. He was fixing his glasses who had slid a little too low over the bridge of his nose as he pointed out what possible aisle could have what Dan was looking for.

Slightly too hot.

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anonymous asked:

HOTCHNISS (Or Hotly whatever...) but yea!

who the fuck put the peeps in the microwave
THAT WOULD SO BE EMILY. Hotch tells her not to do it because they will fuckin explode, which only makes her want to do it more. SO, Prentiss shoves like 20 of them in the microwave and laughs uncontrollably as they blow the fuck up and Hotch is just sitting there shaking his head thinking jfc WHY IS THIS MY LIFE? EMILY U ARE A FUCKIN 6 YEAR OLD JACK IS MORE MATURE THAN THIS why the fuck…? BUT he’s smiling because even tho she’s an immature lil shit, she’s his immature lil shit!

who forgot to put the cat outside before sex
Em. She refuses to “imprision” her precious Sergie-pie and the cat often wanders into the bedroom at the wrong time. Prentiss doesn’t care, but Hotch is convinced the little black SATAN is out for his blood. Emily finds it hilarious that Aaron Hotchner, who is fearless when it comes to crazy ass psycho murderers, is afraid of a TINY LITTLE KITTY CAT. “Emily put the fucking demon away” “Hotch its a CAT what’s he possibly gonna do to you?” “Oh, i dunno, KILL ME IN MY SLEEP!” “Right.

who posts vines of the other doing embarrassing shit
Emily. You’d never guess it, but when Hotch gets drunk he gets FUCKING WILD. And giggles. Like a schoolgirl.

who breaks the most phones
They both break a fuck ton of phones because of their job (and the fact that both are super accident prone). Prentiss has even made a tally to try and keep track of the expenses (‘ALRIGHT Aaron u are at 5 this year already what the fuck?’ ‘Emily don’t even get started u broke so many phones last year’ ‘excuse you i was hiT BY A TRUCK MR.’ ‘BUT-’ ‘I ALSO KICKED SOME MAJOR UNSUB ASS FOR YOUR INFORMATION’ ‘EM, HI HELLO you haven’t broken any phones at work sweetie. You are literally just clumsy.’ ‘Well yea…’)

who dies first
ahahahaahAHAHAHA FUCK ME. Prentiss does (like for real this time tho, I mean the woman nearly dies every other episode getting in car accidents, shot, stabbed, held hostage and whatnot. One of those disasters is bound to kill her eventually). If Em really did die, you know Hotch would be devastated. AND he would probably become reckless and take huge risks because Emily dying doesn’t make sense. She was one of the best people he ever had the pleasure of knowing, and if there was a God, or shit, even just karma, Prentiss would not be dead. It’s just not fair. (HAHAHA NO NOBODY DIES WHAT? NO WHAT IS DEATH EVEN HEHEHE no.)

which one I could see as being lactose intollerant
Hotch (I mean how could Emily be, like i can picture her putting cheese on literally everything) AARON IS, but he doesn’t like to admit it which bugs Emily. “hon, you are allergic to tht DONT EAT IT” “NO IM NOT, ITS FINE EM. NEVER SHOW WEAKNESS. “JESUS CHrist Aaron, its a dairy allergy not a missing limb what the fuck”

who thinks they can do something really well even though they can’t
Emily thinks she is the fucking shit when it comes to sports. Don’t get me wrong, she is extremely fit and athletic due to being in the FBI, but playing Children’s level sports? Forget about it! Something about having the gracefulness of a drunk chicken really doesn’t mix well with that, but it doesn’t stop her from trying. Hotch thought it was adorable, until the FBI baseball game where the dork managed to hit Morgan in the balls with a baseball bat! Prentiss apologized (while laughing her ass off) and decided sports weren’t really her thing…

who is more likely to get kicked out of the bed
Hotch, although it’s not for reasons you’d think. When he’s not working, Aaron is actually super goofy and he and Em usually end up in prank wars. Sometimes those pranks involve putting huge fake spiders under the blanket to scare the living shit out of Prentiss (‘JESUS MOTHERFUCKING CHRIST WHAT THE FCUKISTHATKILL IT- oh my god AARON U FUCKING ASSHOLE’) It’s hard for her to stay mad, though, and she usually ends up joining him on the couch.

who uses the computer most
Em totally has a Tumblr (@imwearingagunbitch) She posts pictures of Sergio, and is responsible for a lot of strange/drunken nightblogging posts (‘What if lawnmowers are so loud because they cover the screams of grass being massacred?’ ‘Dude imagine if boobs were square’) Hotch thinks it’s cute that Em runs a blog, but also thinks that half the people on tht deranged website are probable unsubs.

Paige killed Mona, Alison witnessed it

First of all, this is my first theory so bare with me. None of the pictures/gifs are mine and were found either on Google or Tumblr. I apologize to any Paily shippers that may feel offended but I never liked Paige from the begining, shes suspicious!

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can we just talk about the humor in that christmas scene for a minute tho you have emily acting like an excited puppy beaming from ear to ear offering hanna eggnog and telling paige about pingy and wingy, haleb the emo twins in the corner like wtf has happened to quiet normal emily and who is this overly enthusiastic happy go lucky seasonally affected lunatic that has replaced her, paige on the roof without much of a clue what she’s doing but she’s whipped as fuck and emily’s smiling at her so she goes along with it, and then to cap it all the concern on emily’s face when she can’t find the baby jesus which paige then subsequently lifts over her head like motherfucking simba

if you don’t think that scene was pure comedy gold please reevaluate your life choices