lock in your guesses

 You know what?


Generally, I try to give people the benefit of the doubt but REALLY??? You set up this whole arc, you make us wait till the last second to get Fitz and Jemma face to face, you make Aida scared to let him see her, you talk constantly about how strong their bond is and then you do that??

In the final defining moment, you don’t let him not remember, even as he shoots her, even as he makes her beg him for his life and you make bloody Radcliffe the one that saves him?

That’s just plain and simple bullshit. I have not felt this angry at the show since Jemma kissed spacerando. 

This whole arc was set up to be them breaking through to people. It was the PERFECT time to make Fitz remember her. We saw how we reacted to the picture and when they locked eyes. “You are more than your programing”

 BUT I GUESS NONE OF THAT MATTERS. The writers can talk about their bond all they want but it’s clear that it doesn’t actually mean anything to them. It’s just bait for the fans. 

This whole moment just cheapens their entire bond and relationship. It takes away an important moment from them as characters! I frankly have no idea how Fitz is going to deal with everything at this point because there was no redemption for him there.

If they would have given them that moment it would have made everything so much better. It would have helped Fitz know that he is a good person through it all, that, when it truly mattered, he broke through and reverted to his old self. it would have made clear the strength of their bond, shown that truly nothing can stand between them. And it would have paved the way for their paths to healing.  They would have been able to work together, to come to terms together with what he had done. 

Now, Fitz is completely broken. How he is supposed to look her in the eyes now? When both him and his LMD hurt her like that? Jemma is broken. Even though she knew that it wasn’t her Fitz, the pain of it will still be there. How is she supposed to believe in their bond anyone after this? And I honestly have no  idea what happens now. I guess this is another one of those situations that gets swept under the rug because the writers don’t care enough about Fitzsimmons to fix it. 

Also can we talk about how, when he gets out, he doesn’t even mention Jemma? Really? That just cheapens the whole thing even more.

I will never forgive them for this to be quite honest. Never let me hear from the writers again how important they are to the show. How strong their bond is. Whatever, in the end, you don’t write like that.  I’ll keep watching but this season has not been whatever the hell payoff they keep talking about. We never got to see Fitzsimmons together and now, when we finally think we’re going to get some payoff, we get this. 

Nothing but a cheap ploy and a man who has no right to stealing the spotlight. Disgusting and lazy writing. 

(And, just saying, if there is any indication at all that Fitz has any feelings about AIDA in the real world, I’ll flip an entire country over.)

“I popped Captain America’s cherry !” - Steve Rogers x Reader (NSFW)

Steve Rogers is (was) a 90 years old virgin, someone had to “pop his cherry” one day you know. Just so happened it was you. Slightly NSFW. Well, actually, totally NSFW. Let’s just say it. First times and stuffs

(My master list, by the way : Right here )


Being Tony Stark’s little sister wasn’t always easy. You couldn’t count the number of times you had to go pick him up somewhere because he was too drunk to come home on his own. Or the times you were waking up to go to school only to be met with a naked woman walking casually around…and getting suddenly flustered when she realized that Tony’s little sister was living with him. Or the times he just embarrassed you in general. Or when paparazzis just chased you everywhere just because you were his sister. Or just all of the Iron Man thing. You were in danger all the time, just because you were his sister…

Tony was twenty when your parents died, you were just a four year old at the time, and didn’t understand what was happening…Most of your childhood had been a bit chaotic. But you ended up fine, with all of his flaws, your brother still took good care of you. The perks of being rich really, an army of nannies were there when he wasn’t. 

Yes, being Tony Stark’s sister wasn’t always easy. But it definitely had its good sides. Your life was NEVER boring, and you always met interesting people. 

Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, was one of those people. You guys “clicked” right away. You loved his gentlemanly way, and he loved the fact that you were always very careful not to make him uncomfortable by talking about something he didn’t know. You were very aware that he wasn’t from your era, and that sometimes, he struggled. You also were the only one to acknowledge the fact that he might have PTSD from WWII. And unlike most men, he really wasn’t interested in your money and fame that came with the package of being a Stark. He liked you just the way you were, and vice versa. Unlike your brother you never mocked him when he was confused about something from the modern world. You loved hearing about when he was in the forties, and you felt that talking about it made him feel better. After all, everything and everyone he knew was long gone, that had to take a toll on your mind…It became a habit for the two of you to meet every day for lunch and just talk about anything. 

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Hard Eyes: Part 6

AN: And so another story comes to a close. Enjoy the last and final chapter! 

Prompt: Batmom that was former suicide squad?

Words: 338 

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

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“It was such a pretty service.”


“Her dress was beautiful.”


“I still can’t believe my dress is orange though.”

“If anyone can pull it off it’s you. Or me, if we’re alone?”

You smirk at your husband before pinching his arm. He doesn’t jump or wince like a normal man. Instead you get a smirk and stare that makes you want to find a dark corner somewhere.

Taking his arm the two of you walk through the gardens. Neither of you says a word until you’re far enough removed from the party. You take a seat on a bench and you wait. “Do I want to know?”

“Know what?”

“How you magically found out what was wrong with me? How your brother is now in our lives? Or how Thomas Elliot ended up dead?”

You lean your head against his shoulder, “We both know you’ve already figured it out. So why don’t you ask the real question?”

“And that would be?”

“Whether or not I killed anyone?”

He kisses the top of your head, “ I already know the answer.”

Neither of you says another word until the sound of laughter catches your ear. Your kids come racing around the corner, and you can’t help but smile. Dick smiles as he announces, “Uncle Rick and Aunt June want a family picture,” and without another word your oldest son races back the way he came.

Bruce lets out a small chuckle, “No one would ever guess that he’s twenty three.”

You lock your hand with your husband’s, “He’s full of light, Bruce. I’m glad about that.”

He kisses you, “Me too.”

You join the rest of the family, and Bruce takes Penelope from Jason. He coos at your daughter before facing her towards the camera. You sandwich yourself in-between your husband and brother, and you smile.

You smile because your family is complete. You smile because you’re free from your past. You smile because your eyes are filled with joy and happiness for the rest of your life.

the ultimate heathers lyric starter meme ( act 2 )


  • ❛  You wait just a minute, (name)!  ❜
  • ❛  It’s ignorant, hateful talk like yours that makes this world a place that they could not live in.  ❜
  • ❛  They were not dirty!  ❜
  • ❛  They were not wrong!  ❜
  • ❛  They were two lonely verses in the Lord’s great song.  ❜
  • ❛  Our boys were pansies, (name)!  ❜
  • ❛  Yes! My boys a homosexual, and that don’t scare me none.  ❜
  • ❛  I want the world to know, I love my dead, gay son.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve been thinking. Praying. Reading some magazines.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s time we opened our eyes.  ❜
  • ❛  Well, the good Lord created the universe.  ❜
  • ❛  The Lord created man.  ❜
  • ❛  I believe it’s all a part of His gigantic plan.  ❜
  • ❛  I know God has a reason for each mountain and each flower, and why he chose to let our boys get busy in the shower!  ❜
  • ❛  I never cared for homos much until I reared me one.  ❜
  • ❛  He loves his son.  ❜
  • ❛  Jesus says it’s cool!  ❜
  • ❛  They just had flair!  ❜
  • ❛  They were desperate to be free!  ❜
  • ❛  They took a rebel stance, stripped to their underpants.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t believe that you still refuse to get a clue after all that we’ve been through.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m talking you and me, in the summer of ‘83.  ❜
  • ❛  That was one hell of a fishing trip.  ❜
  • ❛  Our jobs are now continuing the work that they begun.  ❜
  • ❛  They were good men!  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll teach the world to love.  ❜


  • ❛  Fine, we’re damaged. Really damaged, but that does not make us wise.  ❜
  • ❛  We’re not special. We’re not different.  ❜
  • ❛  We don’t choose who lives and dies.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s be normal. Watch bad movies, sneak a beer and watch TV.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t you want a life with me?  ❜
  • ❛  Can’t we be seventeen? That’s all I want to do.  ❜
  • ❛  If you could let me in, I could be good with you.  ❜
  • ❛  People hurt us, or they vanish, and you’re right, it really blows.  ❜
  • ❛  We let go, take a deep breath.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t stop looking in my eyes.  ❜
  • ❛  Is that so hard to do?  ❜
  • ❛  Let us be seventeen, if we’ve still got the right.  ❜
  • ❛  So what’s it gonna be?  ❜
  • ❛  I want to be with you.  ❜
  • ❛  Yeah, we’re damaged. Badly damaged.  ❜
  • ❛  Your love’s too good to lose.  ❜
  • ❛  Hold me tighter. Even closer.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll stay if I am what you choose.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re the one I choose.  ❜


  • ❛  Deep inside of everyone there’s a hot ball of shame.  ❜
  • ❛  If we show the ugly parts that we hide away, they turn out to be beautiful by the light of day.  ❜
  • ❛  Every day’s a battlefield when pride’s on the line.  ❜
  • ❛  I attack your weakness and pray you don’t see mine.  ❜
  • ❛  If I share my ugly parts and you show me yours, our love can knock our walls down and unlock all our doors.  ❜
  • ❛  Who wants to share what’s in their heart?  ❜
  • ❛  No volunteers? Fine, I’ll start.  ❜
  • ❛  I live alone. My husband left. My kids are grown.  ❜
  • ❛  In the 60s love was free, that did not work out well for me.  ❜
  • ❛  The revolution came and went – tried to change the world, barely made a dent.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve struggled with despair.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve joined a cult.  ❜
  • ❛  I chant, I prayed but God’s not there.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) I’m ending our affair!  ❜
  • ❛  I faked it every time.  ❜


  • ❛  I float in a boat in a raging black ocean, low in the water with no where to go.  ❜
  • ❛  The people smell desperate.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll sink any minute so someone must go.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone’s pushing! Everyone’s fighting!  ❜
  • ❛  There’s no where to hide.  ❜
  • ❛  The captain is pointing. well who made her captain?  ❜
  • ❛  Still, the weakest must go.  ❜


  • ❛  Aw look, (name) is gonna cry.  ❜
  • ❛  Stupid childproof caps!  ❜
  • ❛  Aw look, (name) is gonna whine all night.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t deserve to live.  ❜
  • ❛  Why not kill yourself?  ❜
  • ❛  Here, have a sedative.  ❜
  • ❛  Whine, whine, whine like there’s no Santa Clause.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re pathetic because you whine!  ❜
  • ❛  You whine all night!  ❜
  • ❛  Your ass is off the team!  ❜
  • ❛  Go on and bitch and moan.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t deserve the dream!  ❜
  • ❛  You’re gonna die alone.  ❜


  • ❛  He was sweet, he said that I was smart.  ❜
  • ❛  He was good at sports and people liked him.  ❜
  • ❛  At nap time, once, we shared a mat.  ❜
  • ❛  I didn’t sleep, I sat and watched him breathing.  ❜
  • ❛  I watched him dream for almost half an hour. Then he woke up.  ❜
  • ❛  He pulled a scab off one time playing kickball, kissed me quick and pressed it in my hand.  ❜
  • ❛  I took that scab and put it in a locket, all year long I wore it near my heart.  ❜
  • ❛  He didn’t care if I was thin or pretty.  ❜
  • ❛  He was mine until we hit first grade.  ❜
  • ❛  Last night I dreamed a horse with wings flew down into my home room.  ❜
  • ❛  Now we’re all grown up and we know better.  ❜
  • ❛  Now we recognize the way things are.  ❜
  • ❛  Certain boys are just for kindergarten.  ❜
  • ❛  Certain girls are meant to be alone.  ❜
  • ❛  I believe that any dream worth having, is a dream that should not have to end.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll build a dream that I can live in, and this time I’m never waking up.  ❜


  • ❛  Oh my god, is she dead?  ❜
  • ❛  Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably.  ❜
  • ❛  keep it together.  ❜
  • ❛  I knew you would come far.  ❜
  • ❛  Smell how gangsta you are.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m so sorry.  ❜
  • ❛  Feel a bit punchy?  ❜
  • ❛  She’s not looking so well.  ❜
  • ❛  You’ve earned that red scrunchie.  ❜
  • ❛  Come join (name) in hell.  ❜
  • ❛  Where have you been?  ❜
  • ❛  We’ve been worried sick!  ❜
  • ❛  Your friend, (name), stopped by.  ❜
  • ❛  He told us everything.  ❜
  • ❛  He’s got your hand writing down cold.  ❜
  • ❛  Please, honey, talk to us.  ❜
  • ❛  No, you wouldn’t understand.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s right down the block?  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve experienced everything you’re going through.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s climbing the stairs?  ❜
  • ❛  Your problems seem like life and death, I promise they’re not.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s picking your lock.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t know what my world looks like!  ❜
  • ❛  Times up! Go say your prayers.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s running on fumes now.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s totally fried.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s gotta be tripping on shrooms now.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s done for, there’s no doubt now.  ❜
  • ❛  Notify next of kin.  ❜
  • ❛  Too late, he got in.  ❜
  • ❛  Sorry for coming in through the window, dreadful etiquette I know.  ❜
  • ❛  Get out of my house!  ❜


  • ❛  All is forgiven baby!  ❜
  • ❛  Come on, get dressed! You’re my date to the pep rally tonight!  ❜
  • ❛  You chucked me out like I was trash.  ❜
  • ❛  For that, you should be dead.  ❜
  • ❛  Then it hit me like a flash: what if high school went away instead?  ❜
  • ❛  Those assholes are the key.  ❜
  • ❛  They’re keeping you away from me.  ❜
  • ❛  They made you bling, messed up your mind.  ❜
  • ❛  I can set you free!  ❜
  • ❛  You left me and I fell apart.  ❜
  • ❛  I punched the wall and cried.  ❜
  • ❛  I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside.  ❜
  • ❛  So, I built a bomb!  ❜
  • ❛  Tonight our school is Vietnam.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s guarantee they never see their senior prom!  ❜
  • ❛  I was meant to be yours.  ❜
  • ❛  We were meant to be one.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t give up on me now.  ❜
  • ❛  Finish what we’ve begun.  ❜
  • ❛  In the rubble of their tomb, we’ll plant this not explaining why they died.  ❜
  • ❛  Our burned bodies may finally get through to you.  ❜
  • ❛  Your society churns out slaves and blanks, no thanks.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll watch the smoke pour out the doors.  ❜
  • ❛  Bring marshmallows, we’ll make s’mores.  ❜
  • ❛  We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t make it alone.  ❜
  • ❛  You were meant to be mine.  ❜
  • ❛  I am all that you need.  ❜
  • ❛  You carved open my heart, can’t just leave me to bleed.  ❜
  • ❛  Open the door please.  ❜
  • ❛  Can we not fight anymore?  ❜
  • ❛  (Name), sure, you’re scared, I’ve been there.  ❜
  • ❛  (Name), don’t make me come in there.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m gonna count to three. 1, 2, fuck it–  ❜
  • ❛  Oh my god.  ❜
  • ❛  Please don’t leave me alone.  ❜
  • ❛  You were all I could trust.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t do this alone, still, I will if I must.  ❜


  • ❛  I wanted someone strong who could protect me.  ❜
  • ❛  I let his anger fester and infect me.  ❜
  • ❛  His solution is a lie.  ❜
  • ❛  No one here deserves to die, except for me and the monster I created.  ❜
  • ❛  Heads up (name).  ❜
  • ❛  I’m a dead girl walking.  ❜
  • ❛  Can’t hide from me.  ❜
  • ❛  There’s your final bell.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s one more dance and then farewell.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) told me you just committed suicide?  ❜
  • ❛  Yeah, well, he’s wrong about a lot of things.  ❜
  • ❛  I through together a lovely tribute, especially considering the short notice.  ❜
  • ❛  What’s under the gym?  ❜
  • ❛  That’s it.  ❜
  • ❛  What’s that sound?  ❜
  • ❛  Give a great big yell!  ❜
  • ❛  Step away from the bomb.  ❜
  • ❛  This little thing? I’d hardly call it a bomb.  ❜
  • ❛  This is just to trigger the packs of thermals upstairs –those are bombs.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish your mom had been a little stronger.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish she’d stayed around a little longer.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish your dad were good.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish grownups understood.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish we’d met before they convinced you life is war.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish you’d come with me.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish I had more TNT!  ❜


  • ❛  I am damaged. Far too damaged.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re not beyond repair.  ❜
  • ❛  Stick around here, make things better.  ❜
  • ❛  You beat me fair and square.  ❜
  • ❛  Please stand back now.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t know what this thing will do.  ❜
  • ❛  Hope you miss me.  ❜
  • ❛  Wish you’d kiss me.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll trade my life for yours.  ❜
  • ❛  Wait, hold on!  ❜
  • ❛  Once I disappear, clean up the mess down here.  ❜
  • ❛  Not this way!  ❜
  • ❛  Say hi to God.  ❜


  • ❛  Listen up kids, war is over.  ❜
  • ❛  Brand new sheriff’s come to town.  ❜
  • ❛  We are done with acting evil.  ❜
  • ❛  We will lay our weapons down.  ❜
  • ❛  We’re all damaged, we’re all frightened, we’re all freaks but that’s alright.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll endure it. We’ll survive it.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) are you free tonight?  ❜
  • ❛  High school may not ever end.  ❜
  • ❛  Still, I miss you.  ❜
  • ❛  I’d be honored, if you’d let me be your friend.  ❜
  • ❛  We can be seventeen.  ❜
  • ❛  If nobody loves me now, someday somebody will.  ❜
  • ❛  There’s still time to make things.  ❜
  • ❛  One day we’ll change the world, but let’s kick back tonight.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s go be seventeen, take off our clothes and dance.  ❜
  • ❛  This could be our final chance.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll make it beautiful.  ❜
Favorite Bits from the Heathers soundtrack
  • Beautiful: Dear diary, WHYYYYYYYYYY
  • Candy Store: you can join the team or you can bitch and moan, you can live the dream OR YOU CAN DIE ALONE
  • Fight for Me: Hey, could you hold my hand and could you carry me through no mans land
  • Freeze Your Brain: when that voice in your head says your better off dead DONT OPEN A VEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIN
  • Big Fun: YOU NEED A JELLO SHOT also dang dang diggity dang a dang
  • Dead Girl Walking: yeAH! I NEED IT HARD
  • Me Inside of Me: JESUS you're making me sound like Air Supply
  • Blue: and purr like kittens!! :D
  • Blue reprise: FREAK SLUT PUNKASS SLUT PUNKASS whoreeeeeeeee
  • Our Love is God: I worship you I'd trade my life for yours
  • Dead Gay Son: that was one hell of a fishing trip
  • Seventeen: yeah we're damaged, badly damaged, but your love's too good to lose. Hold me tighter.
  • Shine a Light: and STEVE I'm ending our affair
  • Lifeboat: still the weakest must go... the tiniest lifeboat...
  • Shine a Light Reprise: whine whine whi-ine like there's no Santa Clause
  • Kindergarten Boyfriend: certain girls are meant to be alone
  • Yo Girl: guess who's right down the block, guess who climbing the stairs, guess who's picking your lock, TIMES UP GO SAY YOUR PRAYERS also TOO LATE he got in
  • Meant to be Yours: you carved open my heART caNT JUSt leAVE me tO BLEED also the whole VERONICA open the open the door please bit
  • Dead Girl Walking Reprise: I let his anger fester and infect me along with I wish your mom had been a little stronger, I wish she'd stayed around a little longer, I wish your dad were good, I wish grown ups understood! I wish we'd met before they convinced you life is war! I wish you'd come with me.
  • I am Damaged: please stand back now... little further and hope you miss me, wish you'd kiss me.
  • Seventeen Reprise: if no one loves me now, someday somebody will

saemi-the-dreamer  asked:

If you are stil taking request, how about a what if? -What if JD had broken down at the sight of Veronica faking her suicide and takes his gun to shoot himself instead of going to Westerburg to blow it up? Personnally, I'd like a happy ending (even if it is bittersweet) with Veronica succeding in saving him please^^



Once she had visited Martha Dunnstock in the hospital, Veronica Sawyer walked into the Sawyer residence, weighted with guilt. This was all her fault. If she hadn’t given into the Heathers’ pressure and popularity, Martha would probably be all healed and happy and watching rented videos on the couch.

Why did I let this happen? Veronica thought as she opened the door to her house, head hanging down sadly. If I had just said no and let the Heathers torment people themselves. Martha wouldn’t have tried to commit suicide, Heather Chandler might be alive, and so would Kurt and Ram. Maybe JD wouldn’t be so psychotic. This is all my fault. I should be the one on that hospital bed, unconscious and dying. I should be the one in Hell coughing up drain cleaner. I should be the one shot to death with bullets. I should be dead. I should be–

“Where have you been?”

Veronica’s head shot up as her mom ran over and pulled her into an embrace. “We’ve been worried sick,” she said to her, cupping her face. “Your friend JD stopped by. He told us everything.”

Veronica’s stomach tied up in knots at the mention of JD. And the word “friend”, as well. The Sawyers were clueless of what happened. “… Everything?” she croaked out.

“Your depression,” her dad responded. “Your thoughts of suicide.”

Her mom thrust a copy of Moby Dick at her. “He even showed us your copy of Moby Dick.”

Veronica flipped through the pages. A lot of the most depressing parts were highlighted and scribbled with depressing words. In her own handwriting.

The Heather Chandler who was to haunt Veronica for the rest of her life suddenly appeared behind her, peering at the book from Veronica’s shoulder. “He’s got your handwriting down cold,” Heather announced, as if it weren’t obvious already.

Veronica’s mom put her hand on the book. “Please, honey. Talk to us,” she begged. Her brown eyes were filled with concern.

Veronica just turned away from her parents. “You’d never understand,” she said coldly.

“Try me!” Veronica’s mom retorted. She grabbed Veronica’s arm as a nurturing gesture. Veronica wriggled out of her mother’s touch. “I’ve experienced everything you’re going through right now. I know it all seems impossibly dramatic.”

As Veronica kept skimming through the book, Kurt, Ram, and Heather appeared behind her mother. “Guess who’s right down the block?” they asked eerily.

Veronica’s mom kept talking, but Veronica’s heart beat fast as she realized that JD was heading over. Now. She sensed someone trying to climb the outside stairs to her bedroom window.

Guess who’s climbing the stairs?” Kurt, Ram, and Heather chorused.

“… I promise, they’re not,” Mrs. Sawyer continued.

Guess who’s picking your lock?

“You don’t know what my world looks like,” Veronica growled before turning away and running up to her bedroom as fast as she could.

As she tried to find a way to escape or hide from JD, she paced around her room, looking for a place to hide herself in.

You’re crazy,” Kurt, Ram, and Heather jeered. “Are you high on shrooms? Do you actually think you can hide from him? There’s no doubt that you’re done for.

Veronica started looking for something to keep JD from coming through the window. No use. There was nothing in her room.

“Notify next of kin, Veronica. No use trying to keep him out!

Suddenly, Veronica heard her bedroom window click.

Too late! He got in.

Veronica scrambled to her closet, locking the door shut.

“Knock knock!” JD sang creepily as he stepped inside Veronica’s bedroom with his gun in his hand. “Sorry to come in through the window. Dreadful etiquette, I know.” But he didn’t sound sorry at all. He closed the bedroom window shut.

“Get out of my house,” Veronica ordered shakily through the closet door.

JD chuckled. “Hiding in the closet? Come on,” he begged, “open the door!”

“No,” Veronica responded. Her voice sounded less shaky and more calm, but she was still scared. “I’ll scream. My parents will call the police.”

JD took no notice of her threat. “All is forgiven, baby! Come on, get dressed! You’re my date to the pep rally tonight!”

“What? Why?” Veronica asked, confused. Didn’t JD hate her? Wasn’t he coming up here to kill her?

“Well, our classmates thought they were signing a petition,” JD answered proudly. He took out a piece of paper with various signatures written on it. “But you gotta come out here and see what they really signed!”

It didn’t take a genius to know that whatever they signed, it just contributed to JD’s proud sociopath personality.

“You know, you should be dead for chucking me out like trash,” JD started to say, attempting to get Veronica out. “But I had a better idea. What if high school went away instead?”

As he continued to beg for her forgiveness and explained his plan to plant a bomb inside Westerburg High and make it look like a mass suicide, Veronica looked around her cramped closet for something to drive JD away. She came across a long bedsheet. Perfect.

“We were meant to be one, Veronica!” JD continued. “I can’t do this alone! Come on out, and let’s finish what we begun!”

No answer.

“VERONICA!” he yelled. He lowered his voice to a frighteningly calmer tone. “Open the door, please. Open the door.”

No response.

“Veronica!” he said again, still calm. “Can we stop fighting? Please?”

Still nothing.

He sighed. “Look, I know you’re scared. I’ve been there. But I can set you free!”

Nothing. JD was starting to get impatient. And impatient plus JD equaled one thing.


“Veronica!” he shouted. His tranquility was starting to break. “Don’t make me come in there!” he threatened.


“I’m gonna count to three!” he warned. “One.”




“FUCK IT!” he screamed as he kicked down the door, only to see Veronica hanging from her impromptu bedroom noose.

JD suddenly fell to his knees, stunned and heartbroken. The only girl he had ever loved was hanging dead right in front of him, all because of him. “Oh… God… no…” he whispered. A single tear rolled down his cheek. “Veronica… Please don’t leave me alone… you were all I can trust…”

Suddenly, his motivation to get rid of all his classmates was gone. He was doing this all so he and Veronica could be together, and now the only place they could be together was…


“I’m so sorry, Veronica,” he sobbed as he brought himself up. “I wanted to do this for you. I’m so sorry.” He put the gun to his head and put his thumb on the trigger. “This was all for you, but if this is what you wanted…”

Out of nowhere, Veronica screamed, “NO!”

She untangled herself from her noose, ran over to JD and smacked the gun out of his hand. “No, no, please don’t,” she begged softly, taking his wrists. “I’m so sorry, I just wanted you to stop.”

“Veronica…” JD wriggled his wrists out of Veronica’s grasp to cup her face with his hand. “I’m sorry, this was all for you. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He pulled her into a hug and whispered apologies into her neck. Veronica felt his tears against her skin.

“Please, just stop killing people…” she begged quietly. “Please. For me.”

JD nodded, pulling back from Veronica. He kissed her forehead. “For you. Just for you.”

He held her close. “I worship you…” he muttered. “I’ll do anything for you. If you want me to stop murdering people, I will. I promise.”

With that, Veronica pulled away from him and kissed him softly, still crying. “Let’s just be seventeen, okay?” she asked against his lips.

JD nodded in agreement, this time, meaning it.

Veronica smiled, sniffling and wiping JD’s tears away from his cheeks. “Now, let’s just ditch the pep rally and go bowling. What do you say?”

JD laughed softly. “I think that’s a good idea. Can we stop by 7-Eleven first?”

“Well…” Veronica pretended to think about it. “Will you finally buy me a Big Gulp?”

JD groaned. “You’re defeating the purpose of 7-Eleven,” he teased playfully. But then he smirked. “Fine.”

Then he took her hand and they walked out of the house.

And in the words of Heather Chandler: “And they lived happily ever after.”

Just the Way You Are

Originally posted by okcarlgrimes

Title: Just the way you are
Request: can u write a story with Chandler Riggs where the reader is his new gf and she’s upset bc she’s plus size and all his fans think that Briana was better bc she’s skinny and pretty, and they jest were perfect together. then chan get to know about this(he can see the tweets or sth) and tells the reader she’s amazing and all the things he loves about her. thank u and have a good day x
Pairing: Chandler Riggs x plus sized!reader
Warnings: body shaming, cyber bullying
A/N: YOOOOOOOOOO MAAA HOMMIEEES, to the anon that requested this I’m sorry it took so long but oh well???? I don’t consider myself plus sized so I don’t really understand but I’ve kind of made it stereotypical as possible???? Please enjoy! Btw I will be moving in a few weeks; requests will be open but I don’t know if I’ll get to them

Chandler and Brianna had a bad breakup. You didn’t want to say you were his rebound but it was a couple months after.
You were so excited to spend time with Chandler. He was always so busy filming or starting a new project… Let’s just say your first public appearance did not go well.
The tweets started rolling in, it hit you like a punch to the gut. According to twitter, your gut was large.
OMG she looks like a freaking whale! Why is my smol bean w/ her?
What happened to Bri? Y'all were so cute <3333
Loose some weight! Then she’ll be pretty!

Tears stung at your eyes and you slammed your phone down. You had always been insecure, but this was taking it to a whole new level.
Wiping your tears, you threw your phone on your bed and went to reapply your makeup. Chandler was going to be here in about an hour, you had to look good for him.
Thoughts crossed your mind, does Chan’ think the same thing? Will he see the tweets and start to agree with them?
“No,” you said to your reflection. “He loves me for who I am.”
Does he?
No, he is a very loving and open minded person.
Does he miss how skinny Brianna was? That she could probably wear her shirts to bed without them looking like just a normal t-shirt. Does he miss Briandler?

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Without You: Bloodstone (Part 13)

Genre: AU, bts!werewolf, fantasy, angst

Warnings: language, violence, suggestive content

Summary: Werewolves, contrary to popular belief, are usually gentle creatures. Except for a very specific set of circumstances, they would never hurt a human (on purpose). The few unfortunate times when mistakes were made put a permanent dark mark on the beasts and people began labeling them as monsters. What the human population failed to recognize was the fact that they were protecting us from something much more sinister. Luckily, a few survived and the gene was passed down hereditarily until one day finding its way to me… in the form of my best friend.

Link to: Storyboard (reference pictures) | General lore post
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Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Loyalty is often as blind as justice should be, as unstable as a lightning storm ought to be, and as misplaced as an opinion in the truth.

Chapter 13:

As it turns out, Jungkook isn’t angry with me for wanting to sneak into a dark, creepy, fortified hallway in the middle of the night.

No, the first thing out of his mouth is, “You couldn’t even think of a good excuse? Just in case?”

“What do you mean?” I huff in faux annoyance, “I got the watch. Isn’t that what’s important?”

My raven haired friend purses his lips momentarily before replying, “You broke down and told me what you were planning on doing the second I asked.”

“Yah! I held out for at least like ten.”

“I was rounding,” he rolls his eyes, flipping to lie on his back and look at me upside-down. “But seriously, I don’t think it’s a good idea to-”

“Before you start lecturing,” I interrupt, “I want to remind you that you don’t OWN me, no matter what your overly hormonal wolf alter ego says.”

Jungkook laughs, a reaction that is reassuring, “Eun-ah, I’m not mad at you for being curious. If you’d let me finish… what I was going to say, was I don’t think it’s a good idea to go alone. I’m coming with you.”


“Yeah. Do you really think I’d let you put yourself in that kind of danger?”

“But… you’re not mad?”

Shifting so that he sits upright, Jungkook’s voice suddenly lowers a few notes, “I told you, there’s something about this place that bothers me.”

And with that, I momentarily abandon searching through my backpack, slowly walk over to him, and wrap my arms around his neck, whispering, “I love you.”

He returns my embrace easily.

“I love you too.”

Midnight. The watch band is loose on my wrist, but I’m too nervous to attempt to tighten it again. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Jungkook pressing his ear against his bedroom door. While I’m not entirely keen on involving him, I can’t help but admit it’s nice to know I have someone to rely on- especially when that someone is both my best friend and a werewolf that will kill anything that tries to hurt me.

Still, I feel stiff.

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Imagine being Tony’s sister and fall in love with Loki

Warning : English isn’t my native language so i am sorry for mistakes guys.Hope you enjoy it.

”Y/N! I just can’t believe you, he tried to ruin our world, to kill us and among billions of people you chose him!” Tony raged. All others were silently watching you two. It was first time when Tony was mad at you,his little sister, who he loves the most of all. “You don’t understand he isn’t the monster as you all imagine!” you yelled at him. “Oh, really? Then tell for God sake who he is? Maybe an angel who misunderstood?” mockingly asked Tony.” Lady Y/N, he is right. My brother is too dangerous for you”, quietly said Thor, “he is trickster he can easily make anyone believe in anything. I am sorry”. “I believe him. Whether you want or not it is my choice”, you whispered and left of room. ”Y/N!” yelled Tony and intended to make you back but Nat stopped him: “She won’t listen to us, Tony. We can’t force her stop loving Loki.” “We can. Take your brother to Asgard. Tonight”, categorically required Tony. “It is not good idea. It will not help her. She loves him deeply don’t you think it will have the opposite effect?” Cap didn’t seem happy to make her suffer because he loves her almost as his own sister. “I am her brother. So let me decide whether it is good or not for her” retorted Tony.

Next morning

“Hey, I am sorry I didn’t come last night you know there was…” you were puzzled as entering to find empty cell. “What did you do to him?” you stormed into the kitchen unable to see anyone just Tony. “To whom?” idly asked he. “Don’t play fool! Where.is.Loki?” “Oh didn’t he tell you? Today is his wedding day. He was engaged long time ago”.  “It is impossible…” the news hit you like thunderbolt. “I told you, sweetie, you shouldn’t believe him. Wanna breakfast?” casually asked Tony. “N-no thanks” with these words just silently walked out. Somehow, you got your room and asked F.R.I.D.A.Y locked door. “So I guess I was just toy to enjoy you…” you burst into crying pressed your pillow to yourself to hide sobs.

Your POV

“Hey, I bring you some books it would be boring sitting here without anything,” you said putting books in special container, “I hope you’ll like it”.  He took a glance and then said with grin “Why does it bother you, mortal?” “I-it is not. Just want to help you”, you shrug your shoulders “By the way my name is Y/N”.

It wasn’t easy to become closer to God of mischief. Every time visiting him was a challenge. However, you figured out it when you didn’t visit him because you were too tired and next day he was especially annoying trying upset you with toxic comments. Firstly, you ignored but slowly it fed you up and yelled, “You are fuckin idiot! I was too tired to come and you the biggest egoist of all nine realms!” you were really pissed what seemed amuse him.” You think it is funny?” you literally growled. “You are gorgeous when you are mad, my sweet midgardian girl” he said with little smile. You were stunned not able to understand his words…


Month later

“What is matter, Bruce?” asked confused Tony. “I don’t know all vitals are normal nothing wrong I don’t know…” “She isn’t ill. She is lost “answered Wanda pointed at your curled body. Nat and Cap are currently trying to cheer you up but you answer them with faint smile and close your eyes.” You know what you should do”, said Wanda “if you don’t…” “Thor can you?” “You know, Tony, you midgardians, are more capricious when it is about yourselves. I guess, Loki wants to see her too. Last time when I saw him he merely spoke me and asked one thing.” “What?” “Is she ok?”

Same day, evening

Monotonous days…day changes night and nothing changes…”Y/N?” it can’t be real. I guess my inflamed brain play tricks with me. However, I want to believe in it. At least it is better than reality. His phantom come closer and stroke your hair. “I believed you when you said I am your love I believed every single of your words, sounds funny doesn’t it?” you let your tears fall, “but I truly love you even if you are phantom of him…” you whispered helplessly. “Am I, my love?” he cupped your cheeks and lifts you“L-Loki?” my eyes widen and all I can do is hug him tightly,” Tony said you…” I know what he said. It is lie. You are the only one in all nine realms who I love. You are my everything”, he slowly kissed you, as you are fragile doll.  He carefully covered you with sheets and said, “Let have some rest, my queen,” “Promise me not disappear when I wake up” mumbled you before you placed your head on his chest. “Promise” .


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Recognition/Soulmate Jaemin

featuring Mark , your bestfriend

Genre: -

Request: Hello there I love your blog so much 💗💗 Can you please do a Jaemin soulmate

Could you do a soulmate!Jaemin? They’re really neat to read about, and I miss my sunshine I hope he appears soon. - @arosequartz

A/N: thanks for the support and for requesting this !! i miss jaemin so much so this is for all of you jaemin stans 😭 also im sorrt for the really bad ending , i didn’t know how else to end this omg

how soulmates work in this story: like jeno’s you’re able to talk/meet/see your soulmate in your dreams but the moment you wake up your memory of them gets cleared so it results in you forgetting how they look and all , enjoy reading !


He stopped and stared at you , his smile shined brightly against his face , his hand holding yours .

“ How long do we have to do this though , ” he said out softly , breaking the silence between the both of you . You sighed and gripped his hand tightly against yours , “ I don’t know Jaemin- You know how hard it is , every morning i wake up i try to remember details of you but i can’t , ”

His fingers brushed against yours and you saw him give you an assuring smile , “ It’s okay , i’m sure we’d meet one day , in real life and not only in our dreams . ”

“ And please rest well , you don’t look too good as of now, ” he said out to you worriedly , as he noticed your pale and dry lips .

You turned your body to face him as your eyes met his soft and warm gaze . He flashed you a smile again , his hands reaching out to push the hair away from your face .

You loved him dearly - ever since he appeared in your dreams two months ago , as your soulmate .

You felt a warm pair of hands against your body , waking you up from your deep sleep .

Your mother’s warm smile appeared before you . You tried sitting up , but the sharp pain in your head caused you to fall back down onto your pillow again . You felt your body temperature rise up , as you tried to stay awake .

“ Your fever’s still not going down , please rest more Y/N , ” your mother said to you in a worried tone , as she placed her hands on your forehead .

Forcing a smile , you took her hand in yours and assured her , “ I’ll be fine soon , don’t worry ” She gave a loving smile and left the room , giving you time to rest .

You closed your eyes and tried remembering what happened in the dream , yet the most you could make out was a small silhouette of his back , his thin and tall frame leaning against a tree .

“ J …. ” you said as you tried to remember his name ,but nothing else came out other than that .

Your hands reached out to rub your temples , as the pain in your head continued to sting . Sighing , you gave up on trying to remember anything related to him , just like you did every single day .


“ Oh my god , when we looked at each other we instantly clicked , from then on i knew it was her , ” Mark said out loud excitedly to you , as he explained in detail how he met his soulmate just two days ago .

He paused when he noticed your sulky expression . He pursed his lips and pat your head playfully , “ Yo you okay ? ” he asked , trying to cheer you up .

You glared at him from the side of your eyes , which took him aback for a second as he flinched . But you gave a small laugh after , which then he returned a smile .

“ How do you even recognise her , i can’t even remember how he looks like at all ” you sighed again , crossing your arms . You saw Mark scratch his head , then he gave a sheepish smile , “ I don’t know actually … I just did and that night when i dreamt again it was indeed her .. It just happened ”

You shook your head and teased him , “ Wow that helped a lot , Mark ” . He gave you the same smile again , before he playfully slung his arm around your shoulders , “ Just be patient Y/N , things will go the way it’s supposed to be ”


His head hung lowly and he wasn’t smiling like always . He didn’t utter a single word to you , but his eyes traced your fingers that he was holding in his hand .

Breaking the silence , you let out a deep breath and held his hand close to you , as you flashed him your warmest smile .

“ What is it Jaemin ? Did something happen , you’ve been unusually quiet for a few minutes ,”

He tightened his hold around your hand and he forced a smile to you . “ Oh … No i’m fine ”

“ You’re not , Jaemin . You can’t lie to me . ”

Jaemin’s eyes lit up at your words , then sunk again as he let out a sigh . He took a big breath , as his expression fell once again , his eyes shifting uneasily , as his finger fidget against his thighs .

You stared at him quietly , urging him to speak up .

He sighed .

“ I’m just afraid we won’t ever get the chance to meet … And as you know , i’m training to be an idol now , i’m really afraid we won’t ever get the chance to ”

You shook your head , then took his hand into yours . His eyes met your warm gaze , as the side of his lips unknowing raise up , a small smile appearing on his face - the one you loved to see

“ Don’t be silly , everything will work out , trust me ”


Yet another long day passed , and still no signs of your soulmate .

As the days passed , you often thought to yourself - how is it even possible to meet your soulmate when you don’t have a single clue of how and what he looks like , not even his name .

As much as you wanted to blame yourself for living in such a complex world , you couldn’t .

You found it amazing how two completely different people and strangers , could meet through dreams and end up as each other’s partners for life .


You dragged your heavy feet lazily as your head hung low , your arms crossed in front of you in attempt to keep yourself warm . You passed by the row of tall buildings and shops , softly humming to yourself as your mind led you to thinking of him again .

A young boy from the opposite shouted to you , waving his hands , but slowly retracting them as soon as you caught eye contact .

You turned your head slightly to observe him , as he ran across the road frantically , stopping just right in front of you .

He was wrapped tightly in two layers of jackets , a black cap sitting lightly on his head , his hair swaying swiftly with the wind .

“ I-I’m sorry if i scared you but… have we ever met before ? ” the boy hesitantly called out again , as his fingers rubbed the back of his neck , shyly giving you an awkward smile .

You furrowed your eyebrows and started into his brown orbs , he did look familiar .

His calm and warm voice could cheer you up almost instantly , and your eyes lit up as soon as you saw him smile again , it felt as though you’ve seen that smile somewhere before .

He pursed his lips , and waved again when he saw that you didn’t reply , “ U-Uh … you look very familiar that’s why i- ”

“ I’m sorry , i can’t think straight now ” you cut him off , then quickly looking down again as you felt your cheeks burning up just by looking at him , for no reason .

He gave another warm smile - there goes your heart again- and shook his head , held out his hand and said to you excitedly , “ It’s okay   I’m Jaemin by the way .

As though it was an alarm to your ears , your body shot right up as soon as you heard the name , and you felt a sharp pain in your head . Closing your eyes to ease the pain , a faint and blurry image of a face slowly appeared inside of your mind , the one that you always saw at night .

Then you realised- the boy standing in front of you looked exactly like the one in your mind .

You gasped and hugged him immediately .

Jaemin stood frozen in his spot , trying to keep his distance from you , but something about you made him hug you back unknowingly .

” Jaemin ! It’s me Y/N “ you exclaimed loudly as you buried your face in his chest .

You felt Jaemin flinch a little against your body , as you noticed him close his eyes too , as he was probably also experiencing the same pain .

You saw his smile immediately widen once he opened his eyes , as the dreams that you all had seemed to almost come to life now , acting as memories that the both of you had .

” I’m glad i finally met you “

” Me too , Jaemin “


” Oh my god , i never once expected your boyfriend to be in the same group as me “ Mark said excitedly to you as he took a sip out of his drink , his fingers fumbling clumsily with his phone .

You let out a small laugh and shook your head , your eyes glued to your lock screen picture of the Jaemin’s face , ” i guess it really is fate “

A warm pair of hands grabbed your shoulder from behind , as you heard the familiar sound of laughter ringing in your ears .

” I’m sorry i’m late babe , “ Jaemin took the seat beside you , then gave Mark a small fist bump , ” Hello hyung “ , then giving him a small pout , but did not make it too obvious .

Mark gave a small nod and smile , then went back to focusing on his phone .

Jaemin then leaned towards you and said to you , ” Why is he here on our monthsary ? “

You hit him slightly and giggled , then mouthed to him , ” He doesn’t know “

Slippery (Phillip Hamilton x Reader)


this was fun to write. It’s been ages since I’ve posted smut. I had many requests for Phillip fluff/smut, so I hope this covers all of them. Props to @theimaginesofhamilton (Mother Monarch) (go follow her) for the really lit prompt. Love you all. Enjoy ;)

“Can’t we just get pizza?” you asked, beginning to get annoyed with trying to slice the meat with knives that were obviously too dull.

You did not cook a lot, and based on the look of Phillip, he hadn’t a clue what he was doing either.

“Come on, (Y/N) let’s just give this a try.” Phillip pleaded, abandoning his task and striding towards you.

You smiled as his arms wrapped around you and pulled your back into his chest.

“Besides, it gives us some time together.” he happily mumbled as he pressed soft kisses to the side of your head.

“Still, we can spend time together without having to make….what is it called again?”

He snatched the small recipe card off the counter, squinted and read the title.

“Marjoram-Grilled Lamb with Arugula and Port-Mustard Dressing.” he robotically read.

“Phillip, that’s the most pretentious thing I’ve ever heard in my life.” 

“Come on, it’ll be great!” He exclaimed, releasing you. He returned to his task of making a salad, and read off the recipe card.



“Where do we keep the olive oil?” he asked.

“It should be in the pantry, on the top shelf.” you responded, now desperately hacking at the meat which refused to be cut. Stupid lamb. Surrender already.


You immediately jumped and spun around, feeling liquid splatter onto your blouse.

“What was that?”

Phillip had no words as your eyes ran across the room, looking for he source of the commotion until your eyes fell on the vegetable oil bottle, laying on it’s side. Phillip must have dropped it, as the top of it had broken off and now the bottle made soft glugging sounds as it released the vat of oil onto your counter. 


“I’m sorry, it was really slippery!” he defended as he placed the bottle upright and tried scooping the substance back into it with his hands.

“You’ve got to be more careful,” you chastised as you looked down at your blouse, now blotched with patches of oil, making the material stick to your skin. It felt gross.

You undid all of your buttons before carefully sliding the top off, taking notice of the ingredient overflowing from the counter and now gathering into a pool on the floor. 

“I swear I tried to be careful, but you know how clumsy I am sometimes. I c-” Phillip stopped as he looked up, eyes gazing over your shirtless top half.

You began searching  the cabinets for the paper towels, and felt his eyes still locked on you.

“What’s the big deal, Phil? You’ve seen me without a shirt before.”

“Yeah but….” he trailed off. You looked over to him to see that he had a finger pointing to your chest. 

You looked down to see that the oil once splattered on your shirt had seeped through the fabric, and spread over your chest. Your full breasts glistened under the kitchen lighting, smooth and wet with the ingredient. Phillip had a hungry spark in his eyes. 

“They’re just boobs, dork. Get over it,” you giggled as you turned your back on him, continuing to look for paper towels to clean the mess.

Hmmm…not here… not here… not here either. Where could they have run off to? You could’ve sworn you left them in the-

Your thoughts were interrupted as cold oil was poured onto the base of your neck. A shiver ran through your body as the substance slowly traveled past the valley between your shoulder blades. The cool, thick substance ran in a stream down your spine, awakening all of your senses.

“Phillip…” you breathed, struggling to bite back a moan. It seemed silly, but the gesture was almost…well…sensual.

You heard his voice chuckle behind you.

“Did you like that?” he asked as he placed his large hands on your back, spreading the oil over your skin and massaging you gently.

“Yes…” you sighed in pleasure and you heard his shirt slide off, followed by him placing his bare chest on your oiled back.

“Dinner is ruined, you know.” you suddenly stated as your eyes glanced over the lamb, now soaking with oil.

“That’s okay.” he almost immediately responded. “I think I can figure out a way to make up for it.” he offered as he slipped one of his hands off of your back, and onto your thigh. His fingers were still soaked in the ingredient as he ran them up your leg, pushed past your panties, and firmly pressed them onto your clit.

You whined and tossed your head back onto his chest, desperate for more.

He chuckled as he began to rub in gentle circles, forcing pleasure to surge through your veins and moan as he picked up speed. 

“Phillip…p-please.” you begged as he roughly played with you, sending you into a spell of over stimulation.

“Only because you asked so nicely…” he teased as he two oily fingers slid into you, vigorously pumping in and out. 

Your moans grew as he pressed you harder into the counter, your back still align on his chest and his fingers curling up inside you. It was too much.

“Phillip…fuck… I’m gonna…” 

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before shock waves ripped through your body, a strangled scream rose from your lungs as you came onto his hand. 

You felt your body cripple beneath you with the release, but Phillip’s hold, along with the support of the counter, kept you from falling.

Phillip laughed.

“I’ve never seen you like that, (Y/N).”

You blushed.

“It just felt… really good. Great actually. Better than anything I’ve done before.” you admitted as you turned around. 

You ran you eyes over Phillip: strong hands, muscular abdomen, and veiny arms glistening with oil from both the incident and pressing you into the counter.

You cocked your head sweetly and raised your eyebrow. You innocently toyed with his belt.

“Do you mind if I return the favor?” you flirted.

A grin spread across his face as you slid his belt off with one hand and admired his glossy abdomen with the other. You undid his zipper, and rolled down his pants and briefs together to reveal his erect member, pulsing with eagerness. 

You smiled as you ran an oil-soaked hand over it, tugging lightly and running your thumb over his tip as he stifled a moan. 

He grew harder and deliciously larger with every wet pull. 

You felt his hands grab your waist as you began to pull his pants off, allowing him more movement and freedom. 

You stopped him as he began to kick them off.

“Phillip, you have to be careful. The floors are slippery now; I don’t want you to fall.” you advised.

He locked his eyes onto yours.

“Well I guess I’ll just have to fuck you stupid on the counter than.”

You couldn’t stifle a response before he crouched down, hooked his built arms around your thighs and lifted you onto the counter. He expertly slid your skirt and underwear off and tossed them carelessly onto the floor. Your pussy was shining and sleek with a concoction of vegetable oil and your own slick. You looked irresistible to him. 

He quickly lined up his cock to the space between your thighs and easily slid into you. 

He grunted as you arched your back and cried out with pleasure, reciprocating his rhythm and sliding onto him as he thrusted into you. He sunk his face into the nape of your neck, biting it gently as his dark, thick head of hair fell around you. 

He continued nibbling as he shoved into you, hands moving down to play with your breasts.

You felt your pussy stretch and clench around his hard, pulsing cock, eager for more as you took him deeper and deeper.

“Phillip…I’m gonna…”

“I know. Me too.” he said into your shoulder between grunts.

You began slamming himself directly into your g-spot, over and over and over again. You were stunned with pleasure as you saw stars and let out strangled moans. His teeth bit farther into your skin. His hand sunk between your thighs once more and his thumb toyed with your clit. It sent you over the top.

You shuddered as you released yourself all over him, tossing your head back and crying his name out.

Seeing you like that is what did it for him.

He let out one final, obnoxiously hot moan as he pumped his hot cum inside you. 

He then slid his hands off of you, removed himself from you and lifted his head up, looking directly into your eyes. You crashed your lips into his.

You hungrily made out; a sloppy mess of lips, tongues and satisfaction. You bit his lip one final time before you pulled away to steady your breathing.

You remained on the counter and he still stood before you, both unmoving as you sucked in air and tried to get your breathing rate down.

Your stomach then rumbled, reminding you both of the missed meal. You glanced over at the mess of the kitchen you had created.

“I’m sorry I ruined our food.” he apologized, smirking.

“It’s okay,” you said, pulling him into a hug. “This was much more fun anyways.”

You were silent for awhile, enjoying eachother’s presence before his stomach began to grumble as well.

He looked down at you and smiled.

“Soooo….. pizza?”

Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader) Pt. 4

[Pt 1] [Pt 2] [Pt 3] | [Pt 5] [Pt 6] [Pt 7] [Pt 8] [Pt 9]

Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU

Words: 3,175

Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.

“Are you alright?” Jungkook asks quietly as you pack your bag, skin much whiter than it had been a minute ago.

“Yeah, sorry,” you say, forcing yourself to smile at him. Jungkook frowns, not looking convinced, but he doesn’t press the subject.

The room then drops into an uncomfortable silence, Namjoon’s appearance having frazzled you into muteness and Jungkook not sure what to say when he doesn’t want to invade your space too much.

“I hope that I was some help,” you say after a minute, smiling at him apologetically. Eyebrows furrowing, he shakes his head and stares at you quizzically, trying to figure out what happened to your previously easy-going attitude. Now you’re tense, fingers fidgeting in your lap, and a part of him wants to help, but…he’s not very good with females.

“Yeah, of course you helped—I actually know shit now,” he speaks, smiling back at you, and feels relief surface in his chest when you actually laugh.

“True,” you say, standing, and heft your back over your shoulder. “Thanks for being so easy to work with—I’ll actually let you ask me for help in the future if you need it.”

“How gracious of you,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, and you flash him one last smile before turning to walk away. As soon as you turn your back something in Jungkook jolts him into action, his hand reaching out for you, but just before his fingers skim against the fabric of your shirt he freezes.

What is he doing?

“I’ll see you in class!” you call over your shoulder, waving at him friendlily, and Jungkook waves back somewhat mindlessly, staring after you until your gone, the front door clicking shut and signaling you exit.

You slump against the elevator wall when the doors shut, entire body numb of emotion. You’d been wanting to see Namjoon again for weeks, and yet now that you’d seen him, all you want to do is leave. Too much had happened today—you’d met (and been assaulted by) Jimin, had been somewhat forced into tutoring Jungkook (even though you actually think he’s nice overall), and now there’s Namjoon too.

You kind of want to run away. You want to go home and sleep and then maybe face Namjoon tomorrow if you have to, but he had commanded you to wait, and you feel like you really don’t have a choice in the matter.

So, releasing a sigh as the elevator reaches the ground floor, you step out into the large lobby and glance around. You’re not sure where Namjoon is planning for you to wait, but you need a breath of fresh air, and decide to head outside.

The night is colder than you had anticipated. It’s nearly 11 now, and the city has considerably calmed down, but there are still people roaming here and there.

Breath fanning in front of you face as you sigh, you let your backpack drop from your shoulders, placing it on the ground as you lean back against the cool brick wall.

“Rough day?” a calm voice rings out and you jolt, snapping to look at the man who you hadn’t even realized was standing onto a few feet from you. His smile is wide and friendly, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, and with the snapback on his head you can only assume he’s a student around your age.

“Kinda,” you sigh, forcing a small, polite smile onto your lips. He nods, eyes crinkling with sympathy.

“Care to share?”

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Babyface. {DeanxReader Part: 2}

Summary: A continuation to this fanfic, 

You were the last to leave the arena the night of a heavy storm. Majority of the make-up department had bolted minutes after the show ended to avoid driving in the rain. To your misfortune, Leslie forgot to leave you the key to the rental car and it was far too late to schedule a new ride.

You huddled under the venue awning as the rain streamed around it. Clutching onto your suitcase to prevent it from blowing with the rapid wind, you use your free hand to check for an available uber or taxi on your phone. However, with the harsh weather conditions it looked unfortunate for you.

Lightning suddenly strikes through the air followed by a roaring rumble that startles your balance. You faintly curse to yourself as you frantically collect your belongings and hurry back inside of the venue.

Your eyes are glued to your phone when he spots you from the corridor. He notices your hair a bit damp and your jacket coated with spots from the rain.

He clears his throat, throwing his backpack over his shoulder as he makes his way towards you. “(Y/N)..?”

You pluck your attention away from your phone as you turn towards the raspy voice, the knot in your stomach slowly forming. “Dean, Hi!”

His matted curls reflect off his forehead as he cocks his head to the side. “What’re you still doing here?”

Sighing, you refresh the uber app on your phone in hopes of any availability of a driver. “Leslie rode with Stephanie and took my rental key with her. I’m hoping to get an uber within the next hour.”

Scoffing, Dean grasps your suitcase and juts his chin toward the door. “C'mon.”

“I’m sorry?” You ask, a little dumbfounded.

He’s halfway out the door while rolling your luggage behind him. “Let’s go, kid. I don’t wanna hit traffic.”

It takes you a moment to comprehend what is occurring and the pit in your stomach begins to fasten when he’s holding the door open for you.

You follow Dean out to the awning where he pauses when he’s aware of the rain pouring rapidly.

He turns to you, sliding his backpack off and placing it beside your feet, chuckling at your dingy Sk8-Hi top vans.

“M'gonna go get the car, stay put.” He states, throwing his hoodie over his head before jogging down the parking lot.

You stand there awkwardly, intellectually attempting to tame all the swift thoughts in your head. It’s not long until he’s pulling the car in front of you, drawing you away from your mental diary. You go to gather up the bags only to be stopped by Dean.

“Nah, I got it. Go warm up in the car.” He says, taking your suitcase and swinging his backpack over his shoulder.

You were about to thank him until another voice echoed from the parking lot.

“Dean, hey! Wait up man!” Seth calls jogging through the pouring shower.

“What’s so important that you needed to Baywatch through a storm? Couldn’t you have texted me?” Dean chuckles.

Seth immediately scoffs, unaware of your presence as you keep hidden behind Dean’s larger figure. “You barely know how to work a phone, don’t kid yourself.”

It’s when Dean shrugs his shoulders that Seth finds a glance of your appearance, slightly embarrassed that he assumed he interrupted a moment between you and Dean. “Oh, hey (Y/N). Didn’t expect to see ya there.”

You give him a slight smile, feeling a bit awkward.

Seth turns to Dean, mumbling “I wasn’t interrupting anything, was I?” In hopes of it being a faint whisper but you’re aware of the words even with the rain becoming heavier.

Dean shakes his curls, clearing his throat to cut the tension. “Nah, just giving the kid a ride home. Didn’t want her stranded here.” He says, before nudging Seth. “What’s up though?”

Seth gives you and Dean an uncertain look, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Just, uh, wanted to see if we were still up for the gym tomorrow.”

Dean nods, giving Seth a pat to the shoulder. “Yeah man, of course.”

“Great! Well you guys have a goodnight, I’ll see you tomorrow man.” Seth asserts before politely excusing himself back to his car.

Dean’s attention turns back towards you as another struck of lightning appears through the sky. “C'mon, before the rain gets any worse.”

“So.” Seth grunts, benching a weight against his chest as Dean spots above him. “Did she give you a ride?”

Dean scoffs, peering down at his sweaty friend. “What’re you talkin’ about?”

Seth continues pressing the weights to his chest not phased by Dean’s dismal. “(Y/N).”

“What about her?” Dean questions.

Another grunt escapes from Seth’s lips while he lifts the metal bar up and down in a routine. “Listen, she’s cute there’s no argument there but you need to be careful.”

Dean’s hands hoist the bar back onto the plate holder. “What are you getting at Seth?”

“Look, when you were graduating high school, she was celebrating her 8th birthday.” He says sternly, catching Dean completely off guard.

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. You think I’m trying to nail the kid?” He spits.

Seth throws his hands up defensively, refusing to stir the pot. “As your friend, I’m telling you people talk around here.”

“And? What if I was interested in her? What are they going to do? Do a shoot interview about me?” Dean says, clearly annoyed at this point.

“I’m just saying man,” Seth begins calmly. “It just doesn’t look right. A 20 year old girl dating a 31 year old guy. How do you think the media would see it? Let alone if management found out, you’d be pulled from live shows immediately. Not to mention meet and greets, signings, press con-”

“Okay, I get it.” Dean cuts his friend off, irritated by all the possibilities of what could happen to his career.

“I’m just trying to look out for you.” Seth objects, going back to his routine.

Dean sat there momentarily shaming himself for even thinking about possibly asking a girl on a date. He excuses himself from the facility, mentioning to Seth he was going to hit the showers.

He surged down the hallway, avoiding anyone in sight as they were possibility already gossiping about his encounter with a girl half his age. It’s when he hears the delicate voice from behind him that stops him in his path.

Your sneakers scuffed against the pavement as you caught up to Dean, a little out of breath as he was walking at a fast pace. “I just wanted to thank you for yesterday.” You begin, smiling through a breathy statement.

He nods his head with no words followed, goggling his eyes at anyone looking insight.

“I mean, it’s not everyday that a guy takes care of you when you’re drunk and offers you a ride to your hotel the next day.” You smile, blabbering on.

He’s mentally praying that no one is looking longer than a glance. “Yeah, well, maybe it’ll be a reoccurring thing when find a guy your own age.” He states bluntly, avoiding eye contact with you.

His clear expression leaves a slight sting to your esteem and you try your hardest to dismiss it. “Right. Well, I was thinking maybe we cou-”

We?” He snaps, finally making eye contact with you.

His sudden cold shoulder recoils your stance, and you immediately want to dig yourself a hole to crawl into.

“Listen, kid.” He says harshly, a little overwhelmed by longing stares from a few divas and talent agents. “Maybe, you took my kindness out of context but, I’m not interested. There’s plenty of guys down in the rookie playpen though.”

You roll your lips between your teeth, pressing down unpleasantly as you hold back a few tears.

You mentally beg yourself not to cry, not to make an even bigger fool in front of him.

You clear your throat awkwardly, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. “Right, I-uh, I guess I got a little ahead of myself.” You mutter. “I apologize.”

Dean nods in acceptance, trying his hardest to not apologize for being an asshole as people were still staring at the two of you. “Glad we’re on the same page, I’ll see ya around kid.”


A Gift For You. | Adrien Agreste.

You pressed your cheek to the  cool glass window of your room; a cup of hot chocolate resting in your lap. You must remain extra careful with your extensive watching - knowing that the small mug rested there and you wouldn’t be able to catch it quickly enough. The dress you adorned for this particular holiday was nothing to sneeze at; for your grandmother in Japan made it for you.

Not only that; but the wine colored fabric accentuated nicely with the fluffy cotton around the edges. The dress exposed your back and arms; leaving much room for accessories. With wedding-styled wine gloves to match the jewels hanging from the back of your collar; the gray and black thigh-high socks were a nice touch.

“Ugh..” You huffed; picking up your mug as you re-positioned yourself - now sitting properly on the red love seat. “Where is he?”

Keeping your gaze fixated on the snow colored grounds outside, you took a slow sip of your mug - your mind wandering. It’s highly possible that your parents were content with all of the effort they put into decorating; both in and out. However - you could already feel the disappointment settling in the back of your mind. Surely it wasn’t all for nothing?

When you removed the mug from your lips, you gave a small sigh. With the half-full mug in your hand, you stood to make your way to the kitchen. Though, before you did so, you paused to pull your socks back up to where they originally were; the folds against the back of your knee causing a dull ache.

Then, you continued your journey into the room across from yours; the kitchen. As you suspected; your mother sensed your immediate presence.

“Ah (Y/N)! Could you pass me the french fried onions from the far left cabinet?”

You didn’t give a worded reply as you sat your mug on a free spot the counter. “Are you making green bean casserole?” You questioned as you made your way past her; noticing the mixture of green beans and cream of mushroom.

She responded with an approving hum; “Mom said that even though she couldn’t be here this year; we must keep making her favorite dish.” Finally passing the pack of fried onions - you noticed her mixing had halted. “Wait,” Your mother looked to you, the package somehow remaining between the both of your grasps. “You didn’t forget to call her today did you?”

You were forced to stifle a giggle as your grip on the package weakened, forcing her to tighten her grip before it fell. “I did. I even passed it to you when she asked to talk to you.”

“Really, when?” She blinked; tapping her cheek.

You shook your head - a smile threatening to show on your lips. “When you were baking the cheesecake, remember? After she finished explaining that she had presents to send and that we should send some back - she started telling you how to properly bake and not burn it like you did when–”

You were interrupted as your mother let out a loud groan; “How could I forget that?” She inquired profusely.

“You forgot where the ketchup was yesterday too..” You lightly teased; obtaining a round pan for the casserole mixture to go into.

Her arms were soon placed on her hips as she directed a playful glare towards you; “And aren’t you forgetting something as well young lady?”

“What’s that?”

“Your little friend; wasn’t he coming over?” Taking your silence as the hint to go on; she did just that. “Shame on you (Y/N) - you’re just as forgetful as I am..”

“I-I didn’t forget.” You were able to keep your blush to a minimum; yet you were sure your stuttering gave it away. “He just isn’t here yet..”

The entire room was enveloped in silence–causing you great anxiety as you awaited her next question or statement. However; what you heard next was nothing serious as you had originally thought it to be.


A tune similar to ‘jingle bells’ echoed throughout the quietest rooms of your house; notifying the owner’s of the house that they have just recieved a guest. As you may have guessed; your mother’s gaze was locked onto you and she wore the silliest grin on her face. “Go on,” She ordered; taking the pan from your grasp. “greet him.”

Being raised to respect your elders and do as you were told - you made your way to the front door without a fuss. “Darn you mother–you and your devious antics.” Well - not that much of a fuss.

Finally, you reached the most decorated door of your home and began to unlock it. It only took a few seconds to undo the lock mechanics; yet you waited to turn the door-knob. You pondered over many greetings as you twisted your hand slowly.

“U-Um, hi Adrien! Merry Christmas!” You greeted with a giant grin. “Come in - mom was just asking about you.” The door proceeded to be pulled open to let in the teen on the other side.

“Really? I’m sorry for taking so long then.” He returned with a sheepish smile; shaking the snow from his hair. “Oh and Merry Christmas to you too (Y/N); I like your dress.”

Your entire face flushed just as Adrien passed and entered your home; causing your arms to fidget whilst closing and locking the door. “Thanks..” You muttered; quickly gaining the lead to direct him to the kitchen.

“Hey there Adrien - Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas!” He went in for a hug, “Thank you for inviting me over today.”

“No problem dear; couldn’t have you spending Christmas all alone could we?”

“Thanks again. I’m really sorry that my father chose to go on a business trip now of all times.”

She shook her head; giving him a small pat on the head. “I already told you - it’s alright. Now how about you and (Y/N) go and organize the presents around the tree? We’ll be opening them in a little bit.”

“Sure thing.”

“Oh and (Y/N), get Adrien some hot chocolate.”

“Yes ma'am.”

“Today has been the best day ever.” You stretched your arms above you; a content sigh escaping your lips. You turned over onto your back; finding comfort and warmth in the new (F/C) sleeping bag you’ve received.

“Hey (Y/N)?”

You hummed, keeping your eyes trained on the lit up Christmas tree above you.

“How did you end up getting so many gifts for me? I came over on such short notice - I didn’t really expect that much..”

You shrugged - your smile never faltering. “It’s because you came that we had to get so many gifts.”

Adrien tilted his head, looking over at your relaxed form. “What does that have to do with it?”

“Because; you are the best gift I could ever ask for.”

“I don’t think I understand–”

“Adrien,” You called - changing the subject as you propped your head up on your arm. “do you now why I like to sleep under the Christmas tree?”


“Well, I used to do it on Christmas Eve to catch Santa–but he only built a fort of presents over me somehow. Now, I just do it whenever; it kinda feels like tradition.”

Adrien only hummed in response–glancing up at the neatly decorated Christmas tree.

“Anyways, we can talk more tomorrow; goodnight Adrien!”

“Goodnight (Y/N).” He muttered in reply, folding his arms behind his head as began to wonder about your previous words. Tomorrow–for sure–he was going to ask about it.

I love Hanzo Shimada. If you got the ref; I love you too.

Merry (Super-belated) Christmas everyone! I am so sorry I didn’t post this earlier today–my mom had a-lot of stuff and places she wanted to go to; and I had to go.

Also, I just noticed how reflective this oneshot is…hm..

Hope you enjoyed! Next is a new years oneshot!

Imagine By; @animerocks00

Requested By; No one; simply a blog tradition.

Oneshot By; @animerocks00

Proofread and Refurbished By; No one yet ;_;


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Deny - MC (Smut)

Right, so this is 3.1k words of just straight Dom!Michael smut. Let me know if you guys like it? I was kind of hesitant to post it. Hope you guys like it!


Total sensory deprivation.

Well, almost, at least.

A thick, black cloth tied around your eyes. Wrists twined together, legs spread wide. Sounds are muffled but your mouth is free, lips swollen and parted. Every single nerve ending you’ve got in your body is electrified, every single hair standing on end.

The air in the room is thick, so incredibly, impossibly thick; your breath is leaving you in harsh pants. The faint buzzing between your legs has never seemed so loud and it’s not helping the heaving of your chest or the drum of your heart.

You’re squirming, desperately trying and failing to clench your thighs together. Frantic, you’re trying to chase the slow unravel that you can feel just teetering on the edge, orgasm denied as the toy stops buzzing. A string of color curses leave your lips in a breathless, frenzied mumble and beyond the haze, you can vaguely hear the door to the bedroom open.

It’s the loud squeak of the door that breaks through the haze of your denied euphoria and your head swings to the side, trying to find the person behind all this. With your cheek smooshed against the bed, your eyes flutter underneath the blindfold. And when there’s the press of thick fingers against your cheek, they direct your head upwards and slip the fabric over your head.

Above you stands Michael. He’s dressed in his standard black denim, chest bare. His eyes were dark; green the same shade as fir trees blanketed in moonlight. They spoke of his intelligence, his passion and all the different qualities not revealed by his dorky, guitar god persona. Right now though, they just looked…predatory, like a lion stalking it’s prey.

The tips of his fingers press against your cheekbones, thumb against your jaw. He’s tilting your head up and then back, forcing your eyes to finally settle on his face. Michael’s grin displays his amusement, “Mmm…you’re probably going insane.” His moves, climbing onto the bed and moving to place a leg on either side of your torso. He hovers over you, hand leaving your jaw to drag his calloused fingertips down; down the column of your throat, tracing the curves of your collarbones, down between valley of your breasts, slowly down the soft skin of your stomach, down, down, down.

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Lucas x dyslexic!reader 6

You weren’t sure that you were overly fond of what you were doing right now, but there didn’t seem to be any other way to go about things. After you were found by those people with the gas masks and they made sure that you weren’t infected with the mold that was everywhere, they told you that they wanted to stop what was happening here, but there was only one way to do so. There needed to be a serum made, much like the one that Zoe told you about, but this one was much more powerful and able to weaken Eveline, the person that was responsible for all that had happened here. The one that said his name was Redfield said that the serum would have to be made from part of Evelin, or someone similar. That made you immediately think of the head and the arm that you and Zoe were looking for. “That might actually work. Even if it isn’t as strong as having a sample from Evelin, it still should be able to weaken her enough for us to actually be able to do damage on her.” Redfield mused after he thought for a minute or two. There was one problem though. The items that you needed to make the serum were taken by Lucas, and there was no telling where he put them, or even where he was. Sure, the people that had found you had a lot of military grade equipment, but there were still ways around it, especially for someone that seemed to be as tech savvy as Lucas Baker. After much deliberation, you were “asked” to go see if you could lure Lucas out because Lucas would probably run for it if he saw someone else, and he knew his way around this area more than anyone else here. It wasn’t something that you especially wanted to do, but you needed to find where the arm and the head were if you wanted this whole mess to end. So, after you were given a knife to defend yourself and had a tracking device put on your person, you were sent to go find the man that you were just running away from.

You had decided that he probably wouldn’t be back in the mines. You knew for yourself that there wasn’t really anywhere to hide there, so he probably went somewhere else on the property. Using the very easy to read gps that the people had given you, you found your way back to the main house, and thankfully without one molded attacking you. Looking around the back yard, you weighed your options for where he could have gone. Realization hit you like a truck, and you felt stupid for not thinking of the obvious option right away. Lucas was probably in the barn. That seemed to be his strong hold, besides the mines, anyway, and he probably had time to get there and start setting up his beloved traps while you and the people that found you were talking. Going there was probably going to be even more dangerous than the first time you went, but at least you had someone else than knew where you were and had a way of keeping track of you.

Not wanting to be in this area longer than you already were, you made your way up the steps and into the door of the barn. The first room still looked pretty much like it had, but you still didn’t let your guard down. There still had to be the trip wires that you had to avoid in the other rooms before. Not to mention, he had probably added even more. That theory ended up being correct, but somehow you still managed to weave your way through. You wanted to let the team of people that were going to come get you when you made contact with Lucas know about they wires, but you didn’t have a way to reach them. All they gave you was the tracking device, and the only way that you could communicate with them was the button that you were supposed to press when you saw Lucas. There wasn’t much use getting distracted by it, though. Those people seemed to have training of some sort. They would probably be alright. You on the other hand, were not going to be alright if you didn’t keep a close eye on your surroundings.

After awhile of slow going so you didn’t blow yourself up, you reached the room that was directly in front of the puzzle area. You had no idea if Lucas had set up more death traps and rearranged the room from the last time that you saw it, but you knew that whatever was on the other side of that door was not going to be good. The door wouldn’t budge when you tried to pull on it, so you must have needed to get another code like you did before. “Well, hey there, sweet thing!” You heard the person you were looking for flirt over the speakers. You weren’t exactly glad to hear him, but at least you knew that he was here. The thought of going ahead and alerting the others that you had found him crossed your mind, but you decided against doing so right now. He might be here right now, but leave as soon as he was done talking to you. Come to think of it, he might not actually be in the barn at all. He could be watching you from a computer somewhere else entirely. “So, ya came all the way back here to see little ol’ me?” Lucas asked teasingly over the speakers bring you out of your thoughtful state.

Honestly, you wanted to tell him to go die in a hole somewhere, but were suddenly given an idea. If you could play along with whatever game it was that he had going on, then you might be able to get closer to where he was. “Well,” you start in a playful tone, “I was going to, but it looks like your door’s locked. I guess I’ll be on my way.” You shrugged as you turned to walk out the other door. “Now, just wait a minute there! You can’t just waltz on up here and just up ‘n leave before I even open the door!” Lucas huffed over the speakers in a with a very annoyed tone before the door buzzed, signaling that it was unlocked. At this point you just stared at the door with amusement for a moment before asking, “And, what, pray tell, would convince me to actually go through that door?” A noise that sounded like a mixture of a growl and a chuckle came over the speakers, letting you know that Lucas was both amused and annoyed at your antics, quickly followed by him demanding. “You get your ass in here before I decide to do somethin’ nasty to ya!”

You decided that you should probably go in. Knowing the things that Lucas was capable of, you didn’t really want to know what he would do if you stayed in this room. Before entering, however, you reached inside your pocket and pressed the button on the small machine inside of it. With the homing beacon set off, those other people should be here sometime soon. The door slammed behind you and locked again as it had the first time. All of the mouse traps that were there the other day were all gone now, and the room was actually lit up this time. You looked around everywhere to see if there was a way out that you missed when everything was dark, but there was nothing. There were only solid walls in all the rooms that you went into. Eventually, you made your way into the room in the back of the area that you had been purposely avoiding because that’s where Lucas knocked you out the last time you were here. When there, you noticed something that you didn’t see before. There was a large hole in one if the walls. You started to head towards it to get a better look, but Lucas started to talk to you again.

“Well, if you’re done lookin’ at the scenery, then I have somethin’ for you to do.” Lucas snarked over the speakers. You responded by turning in the direction of the closet speaker and sticking your tongue out. Sure, it wasn’t the best idea to egg him on, but you were stalling for time right now. “None of that, now.” He playfully scolded before continuing with his directions. “This puzzle’s gonna be an easy one. I didn’t have much time to do any of my fancy stuff. Lucky for you, this one just happens to be right up your alley.” He said mischievously, and you decided that whatever it was, it was going to be awful. You looked over to the table that was sitting right in front of the door way that lead to the room and noticed that there was a piece of paper and a pencil on it. When you picked up the paper you noticed that on the top there were a bunch of lines numbered one through four and on the bottom there were jumbled looking letter groups that were also numbered one through four. “Oh, great! A word scramble!” You huff under your breath. “What? Not a fan, are we?” Lucas teased, and you swore that if he were here in person right now, you would punch him again. “These are the worst!” You spat out at him, not even trying to hide that frustration in your voice. “Lemme guess: you hate them because that’s how ya see words anyways?” He said before bursting into laughter. “Oh, shut up!” You grumbled before going to work on the puzzle, and trying not to let him know that his reasoning was closer than you would like to admit.

Looking over the letters at the bottom, there was one that you did right away. Blank number three was literally the letter a, and nothing else. Number one wasn’t that hard either. All that was there was the word you. Pretty easy since it. Was only three letters. You took a bit on number two. After looking at it for a bit you got two different words: ear and Ned. This was something that threw you off a little bit because you had no idea what purpose ear would serve in this sentence, and wondered who Ned was. Maybe this was a recycled puzzle that Lucas used for some guy name Ned or something- wait. Ear, Ned. Ear-ned. Earned. It was the word earned. Now you felt stupid for not realizing that at first. You forcefully sat the pencil down on the table out of frustration and gave a huff. This seemed to amuse Lucas, because he chuckled over the speaker, “Look at you poutin’ over there! Come on! You’re almost done. Keep 'er goin’!” You gave another huff and started to work on the last word that was there. It was way longer than the other words, and just looking at it made you want to jump off a cliff. Maybe if you were lucky the gas mask people would get here before you had to finish this. Come to think of it; why hadn’t they gotten here yet? Maybe they were here, and just waiting for the right moment to come out or something? That’s at least what you told yourself to keep your anxiety at bey.

After an agonizing while, you were finally able to solve the last word. It was surprise. You looked at the top of the page to see the finished sentence. “You earned a surprise.” You read aloud. “Surprise!” Lucas giggled into your ear right before his arms wrapped around you from behind, and held you so tightly that you couldn’t move your arms to grab the knife that was on your side. He was more than happy to reach one of his hands down, grab it, and toss it across the room. “Gotta be careful with that thing. You could hurt yourself.” He whispered darkly, knowing that he took your weapon away from you. You went to say something to Lucas, but one of his hands shot up to cover your mouth. “Ssshhhh, let’s just enjoy the moment. No talkin’ or nuthin’.” He said as he went back to his giggling mood and placed a little kiss on your neck. This made a shiver run down your spine which cased him to laugh even more. The hand that was wrapped around your waist started to wander down your leg. It stopped suddenly when it got over the area where your pocket was. Lucas felt around area for a moment before going up and actually going into the pocket. “What’s this, now?” He asked as he pulled the tracking device from your pocket. “Hm, well I’m not positive on what this is, but I got some ideas.” He mused as he tossed it into the other room. After that, Lucas looked you in the eyes, and darkly asked in a low voice, “How’s about we go somewhere a little more private?”

Savages (2)

Bucky&Steve x reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, stress, threesome(s), graphic male-female and male-male sexual acts

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Originally posted by enochianess

Savages (1)

Summary: As a high-end fashion designer you’re living an extensively comfortable life. When your relationship of six years ends, you’re not too happy to see your newly-ex on the arm of another woman directly after; which is part of the reason you don’t mind running in to two men, who seem to have some exciting plans with you. As a woman who always gets what she wants, you immediately recognise men who are used to that exact same thing, and you’re more than happy to be the one to put them in their place.

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Guess who’s right down the block
Guess who’s climbing the stairs
Guess who’s picking your lock
Time’s up
Go say your prayers

Veronica’s running on, running on fumes now
Veronica’s totally fried
Veronica’s gotta be trippin’ on ‘schrooms now,
Thinking that she can hide
Veronica’s done for, there’s no doubt now,
Notify next of kin
Veronica’s trying to keep him out now
Too late
He got in


Hi I really like Heathers so here’s some Oculus

If I had a dollar for every time I’ve drawn Oculus being upset/panicking, I’d have like maybe 28 bucks (I doodle him a lot traditionally)

Something New

Originally posted by honggiriboy


Dating a musician requires several things including, but not limited to; patience, understanding, a high tolerance for bullshit, independence, and perseverance. These were all things that you prided yourself on under normal conditions. However, under current conditions, you were sure that your boyfriend could forgive you for lacking a few of those requirements.

Siyoung was finishing up his album, tweaking things here or there and making any last minute additions he thought necessary. He’d invited you to join him in the studio to spend a bit of time together and you’d jumped at the chance. Any time you could spend with him was good with you. However, he’d neglected to mention the fact that there was no air conditioning of any sort in the studio.

“Siyoung,” you whined as you shifted on the too-hot leather couch that stuck painfully to the exposed skin of your thighs, “can we go to my place or your place or literally anywhere that has air conditioning?”

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