laid for the gods

looK AT THIS AWFUL JACKET

I FOUND IT AT GOODWILL AND IT’S THE MOST GOD-AWFUL GARMENT I HAVE EVER LAID EYES ON

LOOK AT THIS

IT’S GOT A BIRD WITH A GUN PRINTED ON THE SIDE

THERE ARE SWEATER SLEEVES ON THE ENDS OF THE REGULAR SLEEVES

IT’S LIKE FIVE SIZES TOO BIG

THIS IS BY FAR THE UGLIEST PIECE OF CLOTHING I HAVE EVER SEEN HOLY SHIT

heathers songs ft. alternate titles
  • beautiful: Teen Angst™
  • candy store: the mean girls are Petty And Pretty
  • fight for me: dude in trench coat punches a guy and now veronica is scared and horny
  • freeze your brain: 7/11 worship
  • big fun: dang dang diggity danga dang
  • dead girl walking: veronica fucks trench coat guy because she's angry
  • the me inside of me: steamy scene is over now time to murder a pretty girl
  • blue: drunk teenagers want to get laid and fail miserably
  • our love is god: drunk teenagers want to get laid and fail miserably, this time featuring murder
  • my dead gay son: gay dads mourn their gay sons
  • seventeen: jd you done fucked up
  • shine a light: why hasn't this teacher been fired yet
  • lifeboat: heather mac deserves better
  • shine a light (reprise): heather duke deserves to be punched in the face
  • kindergarten boyfriend: laughing and sobbing at the same time
  • yo girl: this song on an infinite loop describes anxiety pretty well
  • meant to be yours: jd doesn't know how to count to three
  • dead girl walking (reprise): congratulations, you played yourself
  • i am damaged: boom boom motherfucker
  • seventeen (reprise): the evil has been banished

I smile at her, she looks back at me and says “what?”… I reply “nothing.” But little does she know that she is the most stunning human being I’ve ever laid eyes on and I can’t help but fucking stare. God she’s just so beautiful. I adore her.

anonymous asked:

not to be that person but green bay packers!harry and cheerleader!louis at the superbowl and when the packers win they victory kiss and h gets interviewed and says "i played so well bc my baby was cheering me on" and when the stadium is completely empty they chase each other around the field and harry lets louis wear his jersey and they fall on the ground and kiss and look at the stars

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Sherlock asking Irene for tips on anal

Sherlock : So..um 

Irene : Hey virgin gay nerd !

Sherlock : Let’s cut to the chase..

Irene : OH MY GOD YOU ARE GETTING LAID TONIGHT !

Sherlock : I DID NOT SAY ANYTHING !

Irene : You dumbass, I am The Woman . I know everything.

Irene : Not actually. I asked John.

Sherlock :

Irene : So yeah. Don’t forget the lube.

Sherlock : I know.

Irene : And breathe. Don’t forget to breathe.

Sherlock : I know that as well.

Irene : It’s gonna hurt a little. Unless he is teeny weeny.

Sherlock : John is not tiny .

Irene : Is it ? how big? ^^

Sherlock : WE are not talking about John’ penis.

Irene : Don’t call it penis in bed you dickhead. Say cock, dick, manhood, joystick, magic wand.

Sherlock : Thank you for you help. And by help I mean utter uselessness.

Irene: Don’t forget to scream a lot ! People like that stuff.

Sherlock : This conversation ends here.

Irene : Best wishes on getting your ass pounded you giraffe.

Sherlock : Let’s never talk again.

Remember how it all started? How we had an inside joke before anyone had even said hello. How it felt like I’d already known you my whole life when we only just started talking. Remember how I got butterflies whenever I spoke to you?

Remember how I gave it all up for you? How I willingly gave you my innocence and you even more willingly took it. How we laid for hours afterwards talking about God and how we’re both going to hell. How I told you things I’ve never told anyone before. Remember how you told me to never catch feelings?

Remember how I caught feelings? How you watched it happen and chose to ignore it. How you pretended not to notice I was completely intoxicated with you. Remember how you ignored the time I drank too much vodka and let everything spill out?

Remember how you told me it was all nothing? How you tore apart my whole life with the words “we had sex, move on” . How you told me to find someone who loved me because you couldn’t. Remember how I swore that was the end?

Remember how three days later I found myself drunk at night in your town? How I left my friends so you could sneak me into your house. How i found your lips on my neck all over again and how we had to be quiet so we didn’t wake up your family upstairs. Remember how when we were finished you screamed at me “never fucking fall in love”

Remember how I fell in love?
Remember how I fell in love?

—  Remember how I fell in love?
Medicine (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

I’m so sorry for any stupid errors, its 2am and my brain is mush but I can’t sleep so I sHALL WRITE

-Jazz

Request; You are Bucky’s personal medicine, the only one that can calm him down. And HYDRA used you to keep him line. And she is small and fragile but when Bucky is taken to the Stark Tower he wants her so the team has to go get her from the HYRDA base. And she doesn’t talk much and gets scared and only trust Bucky and he is protective over her

Other characters featured; sam, steve, nat 

KEY

Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; talks about torture, language 

Word count; 1449

Originally posted by rohgers


‘He won’t snap out of it, Rogers,’ Natasha explained, a sigh evident in her voice. ‘Usually he comes around after a day, but it’s been nearly a week and-’

‘- You need to give him time.’ Steve interrupted, staring at his best friend behind the glass.

 An ex-HYDRA agent had triggered his Winter Soldier mode on a recent mission and after much destruction and pain, they’d managed to get him into a Hulk-proof glass room. He kept coming in and out of the phase over the course of the week, sometimes Bucky and other times the Winter Soldier.

‘I wasn’t finished.’ The ginger assassin continued. ‘I was reading his files - Looking at what they used to calm him back at HYDRA.’

‘Don’t even go there. He can’t handle anymore drugs.’

‘It’s not a drug, Steve.’ Sam was now stood beside them, Bucky’s file in his hands. ‘It’s a person. Y/N Y/L/N.’

Their converation was abruptly stopped by a smashing of a metal fist against the glass - Bucky was stood in front of them, breathing heavily. He looked angry, but there was a glint of nostalgia in his eyes.

‘What did you just say?’ He spat.

‘Y/N,’ Steve said slowly. ‘You know them?’

‘Y/N,’ Bucky stepped away, muttering to himself. ‘For the first time in six days, he was calm, his words wild as he stared furiously at the floor.

‘There we go,’ Natasha grinned to herself. ‘We need Y/N.’

Bucky’s eyes snapped back up to hers at the mention of the name again.

‘We need Y/N.’ Steve nodded, repeating her words back to her. ‘But is she still there? Is she even still alive-’

‘Don’t you dare say that!’ Bucky yelled, smacking the glass again. ‘Stop talking about me like I’m not even here!’ He stopped, breathing heavily. ‘Of course she’s alive. She has to be.’

‘I’ll try, Buck. I promise.’

He grabbed Natasha and Sam by the elbows, yanking them into the office opposite to the holding room and out of earshot from Bucky. Sam was still reading the file while Natasha was peering over his shoulder.

‘She used to be good at calming him down,’ She explained. ‘HYDRA tried to separate them, they were too dependent on each other. After that, they got angry and both attempted to assassinate their guards until within each other’s presence again.’

‘That’s wild,’ Sam commented.

‘And it’s just what we need.’ Steve replied.

‘Are you suggesting we break into a HYDRA base?’ Natasha’s green eyes thinned, her ginger falling over her shoulder as she cocked her head to the side. ‘But which one?’

‘SHIELD traced the last base to somewhere on the outskirts of the city last week,’ He responded. ‘Their planning the raid to destroy, but if we can get in and out quickly and quietly without them noticing, Fury will be none the wiser.’

‘You are insane, Rogers.’ Sam huffed. ‘But I’m in.’

‘Me too.’ Natasha replied.


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imagine #22

pairing: jeff atkins x reader

characters: Jeff Atkins, Montgomery de la Cruz, Jessica Davis, Courtney Crimson, Hannah Baker, Clay Jensen, Justin Foley, Tony Padilla

warning: nonconsensual touching (butt), alcohol, a bit crying, drunken confessions. 

word count: 1,990

(not my gif)

Your name: submit What is this?

You were stumbling a bit as you stood in the middle of the gym and in front of one of the jocks of Liberty High, your date for the Winter Formal, Montgomery. His hand was laying way too close to your butt for your liking as the two of you swayed to the upbeat music playing, but the alcohol in your veins told you that it wasn’t anything to worry about.

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kentvparsin  asked:

oops i can't decide so here's 2 in case u wanna write a lot of things OR just like. pick ur preference!! 😘 1) patater + 9; 2) parswoops + 47!!

I’m gonna do patater first but i will write parswoops at some point!!

9. meeting online au

When Kent got the notification, he almost yelled and threw his phone across the room. But, Kent was a rational adult, so he calmly picked up his phone and saw that Alexei Mashkov followed his cats instagram. Kent was fine, he wasn’t freaking out that his crush ever since he freaking entered the NHL followed his cat on Instagram, but he also commented on a video of Kit and him. “very cute )))” Kent is allowed to freak out a little, so he does what every normal and calm adult does and calls Jeff. 

As soon as Swoops picked up, Kent started yelling. “Fucking Mashkov followed Kit’s Instagram! And then he commented on a video of me and Kit and said VERY CUTE with a bunch of weird smiles! What does that mean!” Swoops sighed, he was one of the only people who knew about Kent’s crush on Alexei so a phone call like this happens like every week. 

“It probably means he thinks the video is cute, Parse.” Swoops sighed again, “Listen, I’ll come over and we can have this conversation in person. So don’t start hyperventilating until I get there, okay?” Kent mumbled an agreement and hung up the phone. Kent plopped down on his bed, Swoops has a key so he doesn’t feel the need to get up and let him in.

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Road Trip - Final

Genre; S m u t af

Length; 2,700+ words 

Kink(s); exhibitionism, oral (giving), teasing/sexual torture, Daddy kink, etc.

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

Originally posted by milky-melon

Jimin’s hand tightened around your throat, clearly not appreciating your shy silence. 
“Answer me, darling..” He purred, those pillowy lips of his ghosting over your cheek and jaw just as he licked a broad strip up the side of your face. “You don’t wanna make me angry, do you?” 

A soft chuckle escaped Yoongi as he scanned your flushed face, his large hand began grazing your inner thigh as he harshly gripped onto you. 
“I suggest you answer kitten-” He playfully warned, a toothy grin painting across his face as he glanced over at his dongsaeng; noticing his darkening gaze as he looked over you, “I may be a bit unforgiving when it comes to punishments, but Jiminnie can be the scariest.” 

You watched as Jimin’s pursed lips curled up in a twisted little grin. “I’ll ask you one more time, and only one more time, y/n..” He stated with a stern undertone, tilting his slightly as he licked his lips. “Are you ready for us, babygirl?” 

“Mhmm..” You whimpered as you softly nodded in reply. 
Yoongi shook his head, clicking his tongue in slight disappointment at your lack of words;

-tsk tsk tsk

“Oh sweetheart..” He mockingly began, his hand reaching the spot you needed to be touched the most. His fingers gently traced your clothed slit- sending chills running down your spine while his piercing gaze locked with yours.
“You should know better than that.” Yoongi lowly snarled, hungrily licking his lips. “Use your words, you wouldn’t want to be punished now would you?”

Frantically you shook your head in response, the sheer look in his eyes and Jimin’s predatory aura beside you was enough to deter you from wanting to upset them at all. 
“No- No, Sir..” You mousily replied, biting your lower lip as their eager hands began running up and down your body. 

“Okay then-” Jimin sweetly purred, pressing those pillowy lips of his against your cheek as he whispered, “I want to hear how ready you are for us, darling. I want to hear the desperation in your voice.” 

Just as he finished speaking his fingers hooked under the hem of your sweater, pulling it up and off you in one swift movement- exposing the soft grey bralette that covered your supple breasts as Yoongi’s skilled fingers tenderly teased your needy core; running his digits over the front seam of your leggings. 

Soft, wanting little whines flowed out of you as the flame in your core gradually began to consume your entire being, “Please- Please don’t tease me..” You whimpered as he playfully tugged on your waistband for a second before yanking the material right off you- tossing it off to the side. 

Both men softly groaned at the sight of your cute panties perfecting hugging your curves, “Why shouldn’t we y/n?” Yoongi mockingly replied, his hands returning your heat; lightly rubbing your clothed clit in circular motions. 
The feeling of him touching your sensitive pearl sent bolts of electricity practically shooting throughout your entire body; your previous soft whimpers gradually became louder and louder as he refused to let up on you. 

“Yah-” Jimin called out to you, pinching and gently twisting your pert nipples as he nipped at the base of your neck; drawing out one of your loud, sweet whimpers. He began palming at his hardened member, the sound of your lewd noises overwhelmed him. “You know what.. look’s like I’ll have to keep that pretty mouth of your’s busy, huh?” 

With little warning, both men easily had you on all fours.
Jimin’s hand was in your hair, tenderly massaging your scalp as he held a tight grip on your hair while undoing his jeans just enough for his thich member to spring free. Grabbing it at the base, he licked his lips; “Suck me off babygirl.” He seductively purred, hissing slightly as you delicately wrapped one of your hands around his shaft. “God.. Show me what that pretty mouth of your’s can do.” 

You gently began stroking his length, biting your lower lip as you attempting to muffle your moans while Yoongi had his own fun exploring your needy flower. “Ye- Yes, Daddy..” You sweetly replied as you slowly took him into your mouth; wrapping your plump reddened lips around his swollen tip.

As you hollowed your mouth around him ever so slightly, Jimin let out an airy groan followed by a soft chuckle, “Daddy? Hmm, I like the sound of that babygirl..” He purred just as he turned to look over at his occupied friend, “Hyung.. having fun there?” 

Yoongi peered up at the younger man with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, “Shut up..” He retorted as he hooked his fingers around your panties, pulling them down to your knees. “Fuck..” He audibly groaned as his eyes laid on your sopping flower. 
With two fingers, he gently separated your lips, “God you look so tight babygirl..” He purred just as he took the liberty to slide one of his long digits inside you. 

You needily moaned around Jimin, lowering your mouth further on him as you head bobbed up and down. 
“Fuck..” Jimin cooed as he reached down to your breasts, pinching your sensitive nipples as you swallowed around his member. “You’re mouth feels fucking amazing babygirl.” 

Hearing his sweet praise only encouraged you to continue. With the hand that was gently wrapped around the base of his cock, your mouth stayed nicely wrapped around his head as you began stroking his length while circling the tip with your tongue. 
“God damn it..” He cursed, laying his head back against the leather car seat as he tightened his grip in your hair. 

As you slowly took his deeper into your mouth and into your throat, Yoongi quickened the pace of his finger. Your face contorted; brows furrowing as desperation clouded your eyes, “Mhmm…” You cried around, your voice muffled by Jimin’s cock. 
Suddenly Yoongi slipped another finger inside you with ease, curling them to perfectly hit your spot- practically making your body melt right then and there. 

“Mhmm, fuck..” He hummed as he palmed at his member through his jeans, chewing on his lower lip. “You’re so fucking tight babygirl. You’re gonna feel so damn good wrapped around my cock.” 
A loud, animalistic groan flowed out of him as your walls tightened around his fingers- and he could only imagine how fucking fantastic he’d feel having his cock buried inside you. “Do you want Daddy to fuck you babygirl?” 

Hearing his Hyung’s lewd question, Jimin roughly lifted your mouth of him- allowing you to reply to his friend. 
Soft, airy coughs escaped your mouth as air rushed down your throat and a mix of saliva and precum dripped down your chin. Frantically you nodded in response, “Ye- Yes Daddy… Fuck me please.” You needily whimpered. 

While listening to your nearly wrecked voice Yoongi undid his pants, rapidly yanking them down to his mid-thighs; allowing his lengthy member to freely stand, fully erect. 
He continued to finger fuck you as he used his free hand to stroke his own cock, “Beg for it, babygirl. Beg for Daddy’s cock.” He sternly replied, his piercing gaze burning into your back as he stared down at you. 

The feeling of his long digits fucking you seemed to drive your arousal into overdrive, “Fuc- fuck… “ You whimpered, roughly nipping at your lower lip as you felt your velvet clench around his fingers, “Daddy- Daddy, please fuck me.. I really- really need to feel your cock inside me.” 

Both men had smug grins plastered on their faces as they heard the sheer desperation that spilt from your words, “Yah, Hyung..” Jimin sweetly cooed, airily groaning as your hand continued to pump his cock, “Give the poor girl what she.. needs.” He teasingly giggled, moaning once more as you kitten licked the tip of his member. 

“I bet her pretty little pussy-” Yoongi growled as he retracted his fingers from you, positioning himself so his member perfectly lined up with your cunt. “-feels fucking amazing..” He purred just as he pressed his swollen head against your wanting entrance. 

As your soft gasps filled the car, Jimin just shook his head- clicking his tongue in disappointment a bit before practically shoving himself back into your mouth. “Didn’t we tell you, you needed to be quiet, kitten?” He lowly snarled as he held your head in place, his hips roughly bucking into your mouth; hitting the back of your throat with every powerful throat, causing you to gag slightly. 

While you were being ruthlessly face fucked, Yoongi sunk himself deeper into you, “Fuck..” He groaned through gritted teeth, “Fuck you’re so damn tight..” He purred as he gently eased himself into you all the way to the base of his lengthy member, staying there just for a minute to allow you to adjust to his size. 

Your suppressed whines mixed with the erotic sound of slurps and gags creating a lewd symphony as both men continued having their way with you. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes as you found it harder and harder to breathe with Jimin’s member relentlessly fucking your throat.
“Mhmm.~” You whimpered as Yoongi began drilling into you at an overwhelming pace. 

“God damn..” Both men purred in unison as they became completely enraptured by how amazing you felt. 
Jimin stared down at you, carefully watching as you tried your best to breathe while he thrust his cock down your throat; holding you there, “Sh, it’s okay, breathe through your nose babygirl..” He cooed, as his eyes practically rolled back and shaky groans pour from him. 

As he held you there for only a second more, he quickly pulled you off him causing to you gasp in shock as air once again burned your lungs. Your desperate gasps quickly turned into needy moans as Yoongi relentlessly fucked you. 
The moment you opened your mouth to moan out his name, Jimin pushed your head back down onto him; groaning loudly as the warmth of your mouth had him close to his high. 

“You can’t cum yet, Jiminnie..” Yoongi warned, seeming to read the younger man’s mind. “We need to make our little y/n cum first.” He playfully purred, letting out a soft animalistic growl as your walls began tightening around his member. 
“Fuck- it seems as if she’s ready to cum too…” He added as he held a bruising grip on your hips, pressing his fingertips so deep into them that you know you’d have the bruises their tomorrow. “Do you babygirl? Do you wanna cum?” 

Truthfully, you’d been so focused on trying to breathe that you didn’t notice your climax rapidly creeping up on you until now. You let out a loud, muffled cry as you frantically nodded your head to the best of your abilities; your core began feeling as if it were ready to just burst as Yoongi continued to perfectly hit your most sensitive spot. 
Your sopping walls clenched around him while he continued fucking you with long, brutal thrusts. “Holy shit..” He airily snarled as he felt your need to cum, “You know what-” He purred, “I was going to make you wait, but you’ve been such a fucking good girl. So cum. Cum all over my cock babygirl.” 

You didn’t even need to be told again, your body immediately tensed as your orgasm wracked through you causing your entire body to tremble from the intensity. 
Jimin whined at the sight as he was coming closer and closer to his own high with each passing moment, “Hyu- Hyung..” He whimper, looking over at his older with heavy-lidded eyes; his cheeks flushing a soft rosy hue. His hand tightly gripped your hair, as he quickened his pace in your mouth- letting out needy moans every time his cock entered your throat. “Sh.. Shit..” 

“Hmm?” Yoongi groaned in response, as he hungrily stared down at you; losing himself in the feeling of your cunt basically trying to milk him of his cum. “Cum Jiminnie, I wanna see you cum all over that pretty fucking face of hers.” He growled as he began brutishly pounding into your hypersensitive cunt. 

The tears that had previously gathered, broke free as your body continued to shake from the sheer oversensitivity they drove you into. Youloudly whimpered as Jimin drilled down your throat, not caring for anything else but reaching his own climax. 
“God. Fucking. Damn. It.” He growled, thrusting into your throat repeatedly just as his own orgasm washed over him. Strings of his warm cum coated your throat just as he pulled out, “Fuck..” He airily moaned as he painted your face with his spunk, then slowly released the grip he had in your hair.  

Immediately you coughed as you attempted to steady your irratic breathing, “D- Daddy.~” You mewled, your face contorting as Yoongi leaned over to you, replacing Jimin’s hand; grabbing a fistful of your messy hair. 
He pulled you up to him, wrapping his forearm around your throat as he fucked you, “You look so gorgeous with JIminnie’s cum all over your face, kitten.” He whispered, nipping at the nape of your neck. 

You peered over to Jimin, watching as he tucking himself back into his bottoms then began enjoying the view your new position had given him. Getting on his knees, the younger man rose up to you; groping your supple breasts as he pressed his plush lips against yours to quiet you down. 

With gritted teeth, Yoongi hissed the instant he felt his cock twitch inside of you, “Fuck, come here..” He sweetly cooed, pulling you away from Jimin- laying your head back against his shoulder just before pressing his lips against yours. He then reached over to Jimin, roughly pulling him over to the two of you by his collar. 
The three you of you ended up becoming completely enveloped in the passionate, three-way kiss as Yoongi continued to chase his own need to cum. 

Jimin pulled away slightly, letting out soft gasps, as he saw the need written all over his Hyungs face. “Hyung, you really wanna cum don’t you..” He teasingly chuckled, as Yoongi broke his kiss with you. 
“I bet y/n really wants to feel you cum deep inside her, don’t you princess?” His hand cupped your jaw, “Tell Daddy how badly you want him to cum inside you..” 

In between your constant moans, you managed to reply somehow, “Cum- Cum for me Daddy..” You whimpered as your sore cunt continued to be pounded into, “Cum deep inside me, it’ll feel so- so fucking good..” 

“It- Its fucking would, wouldn’t it?” Yoongi growled, quickening his pace inside you once more. “I’m gonna-” He began, groaning as his thrusts suddenly became sloppy, “Im gonna fucking fill you with my cum babygirl. Daddy’s gonna cum deep inside your pretty little pussy..” 
Not even a couple minutes after, his thrusts slowed as his orgasm took over. His cock stayed buried inside you as he came, shooting his load deep inside your cunt; painting your walls with the warm liquid. 

Slowly, he pulled out of you, “Fuck..” He airily stated, sinking back down onto the leather seat; bringing you down with him. 
Jimin sat back down in his spot, gently laying your trembling legs over his lips as your head rested on Yoongi’s chest. 

They both gently caressed you, “You okay, babygirl?” Yoongi sweetly asked as he quickly tucked himself back into his jeans. “We didn’t hurt you did we?” 

Lazily you shook your head in response, “No- No I’m okay.” You giggled, “I really need to clean up though..” 

“Yeah-” Jimin replied, flashing that adorably bright smile towards you, “I really came a lot, didn’t I? I’m sorry, princess.” He cooed, interlocking his hand with yours. 

Before you could even say another word, Hoseok suddenly rose from his seat- tossing a spare shirt he hand towards you. “Don’t get cum on the seat.” He simply stated, a smug grin painted across his face as he looked over your jaded body, “Oh by the way, y’all aren’t as quiet as you think you are.” 

Namjoon stared back at y’all through the rear view mirror, laughing softly as he shook his head. “You know y/n…” He began as he tried holding back his pompous grin, “If Yoongi-hyung and our little JIminnie didn’t tire you out, you should come let me and Hobi-hyung play with you too.” 

Hoseok lightly smacked Namjoon’s shoulder, “That’s a good idea-” He added, his attention turning back to you, “How about it, princess?” He purred, licking his lips as his eyes scanned over your curves, “Be a good little girl and let us play with you too.~” 

Playing Darkest Dungeon and my front-line melee character has a flaw which means he WOULD relax a lot of stress if he’d just get laid, but he’s too God Fearing to do anything but pray, and the mounting tension recently drove him Masochistic, so now he actively resists help while insisting that the pain and suffering is what gives him good character.

THAT’S real emergent gameplay. When your virtual Crusader independently re-derives Catholicism.

Never Enough

Summary: Stiles is bummed about Lydia not liking him. You’re hurt inside because you’ve always loved him. After Stiles gets back from being beaten up, Lydia leaves to find Jackson. (This was when he was a Kanima). His dad sits down to talk with him.

Ship: Stiles x Fem!Reader, Isaac x Fem!Reader

Warnings: sadness, fluff, angst, heartbreak.

Your P.O.V

I lean against my locker, forcing my gaze away from Stiles. He trailed after Lydia, who hadn’t a care in the world. In fact, she looked like she didn’t think Stiles existed. It was as if he was a fly on a wall. I watch the interaction, a pang in my chest began to grow. I have to admit, I’d always loved him. Stiles, I mean. But, to him, I was never enough. Even when we were younger, I was never beautiful in his eyes. It was excruciatingly obnoxious. I glance at Scott, who stood not far from Stiles. He gave me a pitiful smile. Even before he got his powers he knew I loved Stiles. He knew the interaction broke my heart. 

I sent him a smile he knew was fake before walking off. I couldn’t stand to watch it happen again. I am so tired of doing the same thing over and over again. I shake my head to distract myself. The game was tonight so I had to focus. Instead of meeting the pack for lunch in the cafeteria, I made my way to the lacrosse field to practice. I slip on my headphones, blasting them as loud as I possibly could. The more I hit the net, the angrier I got. When I missed the last shot, tears started to corrode in the crooks of my eyes. Not now.. not here.. I pack up my stuff and head home, not bothering to finish my last class. I was never enough… No matter how hard I tried- I would never be enough in his eyes..

Later That Night..

I sat down next to Scott, watching the game begin. I was a little late so I wasn’t able to be there for Coach to pick me. When he saw me though, he lit up. “(Y/n)! We were looking for you everywhere! You’re up to change next!” I nodded, putting on a forceful smile. A few seconds later, a person I didn’t expect to see sat down next to Scott. “Isaac??” I asked, perplexed. “What’re you doing here??” He smirked. A random sensation making its way into my body. A flutter.. of warmth? “I’m here to win. So-” he said looking at Scott. “What’s the plan?” Scott glanced between the two of us, smiling genuinely.

“(Y/n), Issac and you will be up soon. You’ve gotta knock enough people out so I can be on.” We nod in agreement before I made my way into the field. I glance back at Stiles, his eyes on Lydia, who was sitting next to Melisa. She wasn’t even looking back at him. She was watching Jackson. I roll my eyes huffing. Moments like these made me happy that I joined lacrosse. I noticed as soon as I made my way onto the field, the players seemed to tense up. I was the most aggressive player. People from other teams called me merciless. Which I was.

Isaac’s goal was to get as many of our players out so that Scott could get in. My goal was to destroy the other team and stall the game as long as I could. The mere thought of being Scott’s primary weapon made me feel powerful. I was fast. Too fast for any of them to catch. My adrenaline level had sky rocketed. And with this new found anger, I was ready for anything. I squat down low, eyeing each of the boys like they were my prey. My gaze halted when I found a large one. He was tall, really tall. But he was buff with a lot of weight. Ya know what they say, the bigger they are the harder they fall. 

My breathing began to pick up as I stalked back and forth. I could tell there was a massive uneasiness between the boys on the other team. I guess my reputation proceeded me. The second they blew the whistle, I bolted across the field, faster than anyone of them could have predicted. Before the burly boy knew it, I dug my body weight from under his feet and through him over my shoulders. His face smacked the dirt like a sack of pudding hit a brick. The crowd ‘oohed’ at my harsh actions. One our players peered over at me, tossing over the ball as soon as I got up from drilling the boy. I ran across the field, dodging every move that came my way.

Finally there stood a boy a few feet in front of me. I smirk, barreling towards him, I push him out of the way before making the goal. However, Coach screamed louder than the rest. They called the point and we started again. Isaac was finally able to get Scott in, however he had to sit out due to an injury. I nod at him, saying with my eyes that it would be okay. Even after though, I felt his gaze harden on me. Something was different with him. I shake my head, pulling my focus back on the game. I paced back and forth, picking my next prey. The whole time though, I felt a pair of eyes watching me. Scott… It was a look of worry, something I was use to seeing from him. 

But the look he wore seemed a little different. Not worry for me. Confusion and worry. Confused as to how I was able to do what I did and worried for how heartbroken I actually was. I tore my gaze away, focusing on the game. Stiles scored the last few shots, winning the game for us. I was about to hug him when I realize his gaze was on her. It always was. And then, the lights went out. Screams and shouting echoed the field. I remove my helmet, trying to adjust to my surroundings. And then, the lights came on. People surrounded Jackson, who was apparently dead. 

Scott, Isaac and I exchanged confused glances. Mr. Stilinski broke through, shouting. “STILES?! WHERE IS MY SON?!” Oh my god.. They had him.. The rest of the night, I never left the Sheriffs side. I helped put out missing reports and slept in the police station, refusing to leave until he was found. Mr. Stilinski sat down next to me, two cups of coffee in his palms, handing one over to me, I smile as my inaudible thank you. He leans into me, whispering in a fatherly tone. “Why don’t you go home? Get some sleep, sport.” He only called Stiles and I that. I shake my head. “I won’t leave him. I won’t sleep tonight anyways..” He sighs, smiling down at me. “C'mon, you can stay at our house till he comes back.” I nod, taking a deep breath.

Originally posted by hopesanddreams321

Third P.O.V

The moment we get home she sits down on the edge of his bed. (Y/n) didn’t sleep all night and all day. Mr. Stilinski coaxed her into changing into normal clothes. Besides that though, she remained in his room, at the foot of his bed. Despite her harsh and unhealthy attempts, (Y/n) finally fell asleep, teary eyed with dark circles, she was wrapped in a ball at the edge of his bed. Little did she know, Mr. Stilinski came in, pulling a blanket over her before sitting down at Stiles’ desk. He glanced down at her, sighing. “Where is my son..” A voice croaked from the door. “Right here..” It was.. Stiles. Mr. Stilinski stood up, crying as he hugged his son for dear life.

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After a few seconds though, he noticed the dark bruises and marks that cascaded across his face. “Who did this to you?!” He asked with quiet anger, remembering that (Y/n) was still well asleep. Stiles shook his head. “Dad- it was no one- just some kids at the other school who weren’t too happy that we beat them-” He interjected, angry. “I’m gonna have a word with that school-” Stiles shook his head. “No- dad- I’m fine-” Mr. Stilinski pulled him into a hug once more before letting him wake up (Y/n), who laid sleeping peacefully for the first time in god knows how long.

Your P.O.V

I curled myself deeper into his blankets, breathing in his comforting scent. Seconds later, I hear a mermir of two voices. It stirs me slightly, but doesn’t wake me. Minutes go by before I force and pry my droopy eye lids open there stood on outline of a boy. And then I realized, it was Stiles. Automatic joy rushed through me as i bolted up and off the bed, tackling him onto the floor. I sat on his lap, face burrowed in his neck. I started to shake. “Stiles- I-” He nodded, understandingly wrapping his arms around me. After a few minutes, I let go, eyes wide at his bruises. “Stiles! Oh my god! Who did this to you?!” He takes my wrists, sighing. “I’m fine, (Y/n).” 

With one of his thumbs he wiped away a tear. “I was so worried about you.. I thought-” My voice croaked. He pulls me into another warm hug. After talking for a little longer, he finally coaxes me to head on home. I hug him and Mr. Stilinski again before heading home. However, the whole trip home, I couldn’t help but feel broken. I noticed the endless presents on his desk, all of which were for Lydia. And guess where she was? With Jackson.. Always with Jackson. I hated this empty feeling.. I plug my headphones in, blasting the music. I needed to move on.. 

The minute I walked in the door, my phone buzzed. I glanced down to see that it was from Isaac. We need your help. Meet us at the abandoned warehouse down the street. I look up from my phone, with a determined look. I drop my bag and sprint upstairs, shuffling through my belongings to open up my weapons. After grabbing them, I got in my mustang and headed over to the warehouse. 

Third P.O.V

Mr. Stilinski let Lydia in. She headed upstairs, knocking on his door. “I’m fine, Dad.” The knock came again, Stiles huffed, whipping open the door. “I said I’m fine-” He stopped when his eyes fell on Lydia. “Your dad let me in.” She muttered quietly. A heavy blush rushed through his cheeks. “Uhh- come in.” Cautiously, she did. “What happened to your face?” He shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Pff- it’s nothing-” Lydia didn’t bother to press on. Stiles couldn’t help but feel an empty whole in his heart. He wanted her to love him. After a few seconds of silence, he walked over to see her teary. 

“They won’t let me see him..” Jackson. He didn’t say anything. He couldn’t.. What could he possibly say that would ease her? They sit at the edge of his bed. Lydia stands to pace, something that bought her strange comfort. Her eyes soon fell upon a massive pile of presents, mostly unwrapped. “Stiles, why do you have feminine products?” His eyes went wide as he scratched the back of his neck, cheeks flushed. “I wasn’t sure what to get you for your birthday, so I just bought a bunch of stuff. Most of which, I’m gonna return.” She pointed at the TV, with a confused expression. 

“That, I’m definitely returning.” All of a sudden, she got a text. “You’re gonna wanna see this.” Jackson’s gone. “I have to find him.” Stiles stopped in front of her. “Lydia- it’s not safe- you have no care in the world about your life- but if you die- I’ll go out of the fricken mind!” She rolled her eyes, pushing past him. “Fine. I’ll find him myself.” Stiles called after her, huffing. “Lydia!” She walked out, her strawberry blonde hair bounced up and down as she slammed the door. Stiles didn’t bother following her. He rested his head on the palm of his hand, moving his feet around in the spiny chair. 

Originally posted by loveahale-blog

A few seconds later, Mr. Stilinski leaned against the doorway. “So, you and her? Is there a thing there?” Stiles shakes his head, a sad expression plastered on his face. “No, she’s in love with someone else.” His dad chuckled slightly. Stiles asked puzzled. “What’s so funny?!” Mr. Stilinski shook his head, sitting down next to his oblivious son. “Son, if you haven’t noticed by now- I don’t think you ever will. I know this is not my business but a girl we’ve both known our whole lives has liked you just as long, if not longer, than the girl you were just with. Get some sleep, sport.” And with that, he left stiles to ponder his thought. However, no matter how hard he tried to think, he couldn’t think of anyone.

Your P.O.V

I pull into the warehouse parking lot. Scott and Isaac stood before me. “I told you not to call her!!” Scott hissed at him. I shake my head, smirking. “With what may or may not go down tonight, you’re gonna need all the help you can get.” I could have sworn Isaac’s eyes raked up and down my body before glancing back at Scott. “She’s right-” He said, biting his lip. “We need her.” Scott rolled his eyes before reluctantly heading in. Deep down, I was like a sister to him and a daughter to Melisa. I understood that he didn’t want to see me get hurt. I mean, I was human after all. To him, I was precious cargo. When we walk, I look over to see Mr. Argent. I was close with Allison so that brought me even closer to Chris. We respected each other. He shakes my hand, a small smile on his face.

“It’s good to see you, (Y/n).” I grinned. “You too, Mr. Argent.” All of a sudden, he tenses up. I run over my shoulder to see Derek walking out dramatically from the darkness. I can’t help but roll my eyes. He looks at all of us before stalking towards Jackson’s body. Scott questioned his motives, looking for something- someone else. “Wait! Where’s Lydia and Peter?!-” Derek mutters, unzipping the body bag. “There’s no time-” He interjected, roughly. “Think about it Scott! Gerard is just going to keep using Jackson- killing more people who dare to get in his way!” Mr. Argent took a few steps forward, shaking his head in denial. “No, no- that’s not true! Gerard wouldn’t let a wild animal let loose!” All of a sudden, another voice interrupted the argument. “You’re right, I wouldn’t.”

I turn over my shoulder to see.. Gerard. And in a matter of seconds, everything went to shit. An arrow shot out from behind Gerard. Scott and I croak at the same time. “Allison?” He had her too. I turn over my shoulder to see Isaac fall down. The arrow. Scott and I run over to him, Derek on the other hand, was thrown into the other room. Mr. Argent shot at the Kanima, Jackson, before running from him. “I’ll make sure he’s okay- GO! Help Chris!” I say towards Scott. Isaac nods, reassuringly. Scott looked between the two of us before running to the other room. I turn my attention back to Isaac. He laughs, despite the pain. “Ya know, (Y/n). Of all the ways to steal my heart- this has to be the worst.” I can’t help but smile. “Isaac, if I was gonna steal your heart- this wouldn’t be my first choice.”

I wrap my hands around the arrow, pulling it out. He groans, his head falling back. My heart picks up slightly at how attractive he looked in this moment. “How would you steal my heart then, (Y/n)?” Automatically, I blush. “I have a few ideas-” I say, winking at him before pulling him up and off the floor. I touch his chest with my hand. The interaction was sweet. “You okay?” He nods, stuttering slightly. I could have sworn his face flushed. “Uhh-yeah- I’m good. Let’s go.” We enter seconds before Derek is thrown to the ground. He gets up and we surround the Kanima. It was as if a whistle blew because in no time, we were fighting in unison. The Kanima, Jackson, threw Scott and Derek to the side. Isaac laid on the floor, not too far from me.

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Jackson made his way towards him. And in that moment, it was as if all my pain washed away and the only thing that mattered, was Isaac. I push myself up and run at Jackson with full force. I drop kick him in the stomach before jumping up to punch him. He falls to the ground with a loud thud. “DON’T!-” I punch. “EVER!-” I punch again. “TOUCH!-” And again. “HIM!-” I wrap my hands around his scaly collar, using all my strength and adrenaline to throw him against the concrete wall. It snapped in half. I was fuming, pulsating with energy and rage. It was a new found feeling. And I liked it. I could have sworn I saw a look shared between Isaac, Scott, Derek and Mr. Argent. And then, the adrenaline left. I fall to one knee, looking up to see Isaac holding his side, a smile on his face. However, it quickly fades when knife shards slice through him.

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He spits out blood, falling to the floor. “NOO!!” I exclaimed. Allison snickered over his body, her daggers at the ready. Desperately, I begin to crawl over to her. However, before she could make any moves, her weapons fell to the ground with a loud clank. Jackson wrapped his scaly claws around her neck, choking her slightly. She gasps, looking over to Gerard with confusion. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He comes out from the shadows, smirking. Scott watched the interaction with fear. “He’s doing exactly what he came here to do.” Gerard smiled at him. “You knew.. You smelled it on me- at the station.” Isaac croaked, sitting up. “He’s dying..” He nodded. “Sadly, science doesn’t have a cure for cancer- but the supernatural does.” Mr. Argent barked at him, watching his daughter cautiously.

“You monster!! You took away my sister, my wife and now, now you threaten my daughter-!!” Gerard growled back at him. “I WOULD KILL MY OWN SON TO SURVIVE!” He turned his attention back towards Scott. “You know what you have to do Scott.” He looks down, ashamed before lifting Derek up. I push myself up, watching the interaction closely. Gerard lifted his hand up to the sky, letting out a victory cry. However, it was no victory. Seconds later, black goo dropped down his arm. He cried out in pain, glaring daggers at Scott. “MOUNTAIN ASH!!!” Scott glanced back and Derek and I, smiling. “I had a plan.” I couldn’t help but grin. Gerard crumpled to the ground, groaning. Jackson let go of Allison, puzzled now that his master was dead.

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Allison turned over her shoulder to kick him away. The minute she did so, a car ran through the door, running Jackson over. I force myself up despite the pain that emulated in my side. Isaac ran over to me, wrapping his hands in my face. “Are you okay?” I nod, looking over to see Rosco. Stiles shrieked as Jackson jumped on top of the car. Lydia hopped out. An empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. He stuck to her, not even bothering to check on anyone else. She stood in front of Jackson, almost weeping. She croaked, holding up the key that he had given her. “Jackson?” The moment he saw it, he shifted back to a human. He hugged her as if his life deepened upon it. The minute they pulled away from each other, Derek and Peter came in for the kill. Lydia gasped, cradling his now lifeless body.

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She reluctantly pulled herself away from him. Stiles took a step forward to comfort her. It made my heart break to watch him throw himself at her. However, he paused. We all looked down at him. He rose up, howling before he let out a growl and turned back to normal. Holy shit.. Lydia lunged forward, clinging to him. I glanced back at Stiles. His eyes were wet from heartbroken tears. I was so mad- how could someone as selfish as Lydia do that to someone like Stiles. He gave her everything. And she continued to treat him like dirt.. I turned over my shoulder. Not even daring to say goodbye. But as soon as I started walking, I felt dizzy and disoriented. And then, everything went black.

Third P.O.V

Isaac watched (Y/n) fall to the ground. Before she hit the concrete though, he caught her, concern washing over his feature. “(Y/n)!?! Scott! I need help! I think she’s lost too much blood!” He ran over to her. As did Allison, Mr. Argent, Derek and Stiles. Isaac lifts her up, cradling her now cold body. “SCOTT-!” He exclaims, petrified. “-SHE’S FREEZING!” Scott glanced at Stiles in fear, (Y/n) meant everything to them. “OKAY- C’MON! Deaton will know what to do!!” They hop in the Stiles’ jeep. Isaac held (Y/n) close to him. He couldn’t help but begin to feel something for her. Little did he know, he was falling for her. He brushed a lock of hair out of her face with his thumb. The interaction was so small yet so intricate. 

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Stiles drove fast, desperate to help his friend. But deep down, a strange feeling began to bubble inside. It began when he first noticed the intimacy between his dear friend, (Y/n), and the fairly new werewolf, Isaac. The soft touches and lingering looks bothered him to no end. But why would it? Finally, they pulled up to Deaton’s office, shuffling in. An hour pasted before Deaton came out from examining (Y/n). “So, how is she?” Isaac asked, his tone full of genuine concern. He glanced back at her body before eyeing the boys. The rest of them arrive seconds later before the doctor spoke again. “How’s (Y/n)?” Mr. Argent asked, his daughter at his side. Deaton sighed, rubbing his temples. “I was just about to tell the boys before you burst in. Did anything happen to (Y/n) when you fought? Like, did you notice anything out of the ordinary?” 

Scott nodded, glancing between Derek, Isaac and Mr. Argent, who saw the events transpire. “Yeah, she threw Jackson, in Kanima form, across the room and broke the concrete wall in half. She’s human-” Stiles interrupted, wide eyed. “Wait- she THREW Jackson?!?! In KANIMA form?!?!” Derek nodded, jaw tight. “I’ve never seen that kind of power before..” And in that moment, they all looked back at her. Her body was motionless. Stiles looked at his best friend memories of their childhood flouded in his head. “What’s wrong with her..?” His voice croaked. Deaton sighed again. “I was looking through some old supernatural books and there is a story that’s said to revolve around the birth of supernatural creatures. And sometimes, there are true creatures. Creatures that are born with a legacy. Rarely, however, the supernatural can create something- new. It can evolve-” Stiles rudely buds in. 

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“So, what’s this go to do with, (Y/n)?!” They looked back at her before glancing back at Deaton. “She’s an evolution. A new creation. Completely natural too. Nothing in her system’s out of the ordinary.-” Scott asks, with pure curiouscity. “So, what is she?” He sighs. “She’s human but I believe she’s two other creatures-” He pauses, Stiles shouts. “WHAT IS SHE?!” He looks up at them. “I’m not totally sure-” Stiles barks back at him again. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE NOT SURE?!” Scott pushes him back. “Stiles-” He looked back at Scott and then back at Deaton, breathing heavily through his nose. “Isaac walked forward.

 “So, what do you think she is?” The doctor shrugs, shaking his head. “I’m not one-hundred percent sure. There are hundreds of creatures she could be..” Derek nodded. “So what are we gonna do about it?” The vet doctor glanced at the young motionless body. “You keep an eye on her. Her real abilities should finally awaken during the blue moon.” Isaac and Stiles spoke in unison. “That’s tomorrow!” Deaton shrugged. “You boys have a lot of work to do.” 

(I hope to turn this into a series. MESSAGE ME or INBOX ME if you want me to continue it. I was thinking succubus and vampire reader??)

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OTP AU AESTHETICS

clintasha + debate club rivals au for @take-me-to-ny

We know that Haru Okumura prefers to live a laid-back livestyle even though she has more money than god, and is a tremendously lonely person with no family to speak of.

We also know that Yusuke Kitamura has expensive tastes and the financial acumen of a dead lobster, in addition to being a tremendously lonely person with no family to speak of.

Look, I’m not saying they definitely have to become housemates after the end of P5, I just think it would be hilarious and adorable.

Akira, in his exile, is wildly jealous.