look me in the eye then tell me that i'm satisfied

Stuff My Dad Said During Hamilton (Act 1)
  • Hamilton: Is this that musical that has made you obsessed with dead people?
  • Aaron Burr, Sir: If someone started rhyming my name I would leave. It's so annoying.
  • My Shot: Okay they asked who he was - this - this is not the answer to their question. Oh wait now he's spelling his name - YOU KNOW IN THIS TIME MANY PEOPLE WERE ILLITERATE!
  • The Story Of Tonight: Okay so here's drunk dudes being pals and so not flirting with each other.
  • The Schuyler Sisters: AND PEGGY IS MY NEW MOTTO!
  • Farmer Refuted: You said this was the High School Musical dude right? (Me: Yeah.) STICK TO THE STATUS QUO ALEXANDER!
  • You'll Be Back: Okay George whichever shut up and let America rebel. Rebellion is good - *turns to me* That being said ever start to rebel and you'll be grounded till you die.
  • Right Hand Man: Burr got BURR-NED! Get it? Cause Burr. Burrned. It's funny you're just being stupid.
  • A Winter's Ball: Didn't we already listen to - oh wait no this is different.
  • Helpless: Oh God I hope girls don't act like this. *I give him a confused/dirty look* I mean you should make a boy beg for you not fall at his knees. You should make him helpless.
  • Satisfied: This song is just....*exploding hand moves and noise*....Feelings.
  • The Story of Tonight (Reprise): Another drunk song. And the French dude. (Me: Lafayette) Okay well I'm gonna call him French Fry.
  • Wait For It: Did everyone cheat in this time?
  • Stay Alive: Fucking Charles Lee man. Who's Charles Lee?
  • Ten Duel Commandments: They keep saying "Most Disputes Die And No One Shoots" I feel like they're lying to me...
  • Meet Me Inside: Uh ph, Daddy Washington is mad.
  • That Would Be Enough: How do they know it's a boy? I don't think they had ways to tell in this time.
  • Guns And Ships: Rap off. This dude (Me: Daveed) Yeah him, versus like, Eminem, Jay-Z and...uh other rappers.
  • History Has Its Eyes on You: Okay this went from fun to deep...
  • Yorktown: You know we live an hour from this site...*Looks out window*...We should go and reinact this.
  • What Comes Next: Oh right. Georgey is still there. He can piss off.
  • Dear Theodosia: I feel one of them will die...just how everything is worded. AJ, do I get...feels in this?
  • Lauren's Interlude: Wait what the fuck...is he? Oh my God. Alex's boyfriend!
  • Non-Stop: This is too cheery for killing someone. I quit.
general li mulan

okay so i LOVE mulan okay. as far as i’m concerned it’s a Perfect Movie and doesn’t need any fixing. but i was thinking today and -

- what if mulan didn’t go to war to save her father?

say her father is dead, okay, killed by the previous war. so she’s raised by her mother and grandmother, women who’s complacency and softness has been worn away by necessity. she needs to marry well, for her family’s sake, because her mother has refused the hand of every man who offered. but mulan is even more rough around the edges than before, is educated not only in books (her mother said men wouldn’t find smarts attractive and grandmother pointed out that men aren’t always around and off to school mulan went) but in the sword too, taught to her by her classmate, ping.

mulan is considered in the lower end of the upper class, coming from a family of military men and scholars and successful merchants. ping is near the top, the son or nephew of an advisor to the emperor. his family is very rich and very important, and the reason they become friends is because mulan manages to notice something about him that he’s been hiding from everyone else - he’s going blind.

not totally blind, enough to get around, but blind enough that reading is difficult and swordplay is even worse, although once he has it down he has it. ping is no fool, he’s not weak or bumbling. his eyes just don’t work. so mulan notices and confronts him about it. she promises to keep it a secret, and hey, she’ll even help him with his assignments by reading the books out loud and helping him study. but in return he must teach her the sword, must teach her about military and tactics. he agrees.

ping and mulan become very good friends and there’s some raised eyebrows about it but they are TOO far away in class for it to be inappropriate, so they make tutting sounds and disapproving faces and let it go.

then the draft happens. ping can’t go to war, he won’t survive it. not with his eyesight like it is. so mulan offers him a deal - she’ll go to war for him, in his place. in return, if she survives, he must marry her. if she dies he must take care of her family.

ping can’t make this kind of family decision on his own, so he goes to his mother and tells her everything, about the eyesight and how he’ll die if he goes and mulan’s offer. his mother says he must keep it a secret from his father, but agrees - if mulan fights in her son’s place and survives, a wedding will be arranged. either way, mulan’s family will be taken care of. ping will be sent to live with some cousins in the meanwhile.

“you’re not in love with me, are you?” ping asks, helping mulan saddle her horse in the middle of the night. she scoffs and rolls her eyes, “not even a little. but marrying you will make my family happy, and besides, you’re my best friend,” she says, smiling, “better you than some grabby old man.” he smiles and hugs her and says, “i’m not in love with you either. but don’t die out there. we have a wedding to plan.”

so mulan goes to the camp, pretending to be ping, and she’s a little bit less lost but things still go as they go. she’s educated and trained, so it’s not hard for her to pass as ping. shang is keeping a special eye on her, thinking that she’s the son of an advisor, one of his father’s friends. and he sees how easily she excels, how quick thinking and smart she is, and starts giving her more and more responsibilities. by the time they’re called out, shang considers ping ie mulan to be his right hand man, and possibly his best friend.

he’s also a little bit in love with ping, and he’s long known he’s attracted to both genders, so he watches ping laugh and smile and the crease between his eyes when he frowns and does his best to let his feelings chase away the best soldier he has. every time shang looks at ping his heart clenches and he things to himself: i wish i could have you, i wish this was a time and a place where one man could have another, i wish you were a girl, is wish i was a girl - i wish we could be together. he’s literally a step away from doodling ‘li ping’ with little hearts over his battle plans. 

so the battles happen. shang and ping lead their men together, respected and loved. they each get promoted, and promoted, and promoted. it’s been years, and it comes to a point where they’re both generals in their own right. they trust each other, care for each other. and are both secretly in love with the other.

mulan is so conflicted. because she wants this war to end and to go home and settle back into life and become ping’s wife, so she can have an easy life spent studying and learning with her family taken care of. that’s what she’d wanted. but now what she wants is shang, her best friend, her brother in arms, her fellow general. she wishes to be everything to him, aches to be the woman on his arm and in his bed, but knows it’s the one thing she can never be.

then that final battle happens. mulan’s quick thinking saves them all and ends the war - but she’s injured.

shang finds out the ping has been a girl all along. he demands explanations - so she tells him everything, that she traded places with ping to save him, to become his wife.

and the lies should sting the sharpest, but they don’t. she’s still the same person, after all. it’s that she’s promised to another man, for one second he’d thought he might have her, but no. so he agrees not to reveal her but he’s furious and furious at himself for being furious and they’re not the same now, broken and splintered and neither of them know what to do.

the war is over. they leave. mulan returns home, and thanks to her ping is now known as a respected general. she’s done her part and survived, and now she gets her reward - ping’s hand in marriage.

but she sees ping for the first time and flings herself into his arms and starts crying. she tells him everything, because he’s still her friend, her very best friend besides shang, the man whom she lied to and betrayed and loves. and ping listens and takes her by the shoulders and says - i’ll uphold our bargain, if that’s what you want. you can be my pampered wife, you’ve more than earned it. but if you want to go to shang, i won’t blame you. you deserve your happiness.

and mulan goes back and forth, but ultimately she decides she has to try. if shang rejects her she’ll return and marry ping and uphold her family honor. but if shang wants her - he’s not as high up as ping, but he’s high up enough to satisfy her family, and also she would love him and want him if he was no more than a farming peasant so it doesn’t matter much anyway.

she rides to the capitol. she finally meets ping’s father, running into him while looking for shang. “ah mulan,” says this man who was never supposed to know of her until she became his daughter-in-law, “i didn’t expect to see you here. how fortuitous. walk with me.” she does, wary, and that’s how she discovers - he and the emperor had discovered her deception a year in, but at that point she’d already proven herself too skilled and valuable to lose. he tells her that he will uphold his son and wife’s deal and gladly welcome her to his household - but that she’s earned her rank as general, and that he and the emperor have no problem with letting her keep it.

she says thank you, shocked and joyful, but that she has to talk to someone first. “ah, yes, young general li,” he says, eyes twinkling, “i do believe he’s around here somewhere.”

she has no idea how he seems to know everything, but she finally tracks down shang who’s ecstatic to see her and hates himself for it. she confesses - says she loves him, that she’s engaged to ping but willing and able to break this engagement for shang. who is dumbfounded and elated and says yes, of course, finally and forever.

and mulan accepts her rank and marries shang, and they become the literal power battle couple of the general li mulan and general li shang. ping becomes a scholar and marries a very nice young woman who loves reading and is happy to read aloud to her husband with his failing eyes.

and they all live happily ever after.

between the devil & the deep blue sea (m)


Words: 28,455. (rip)

Genre: Pirate Jimin au + smut, fluff, angst.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader.

Summary: “No matter the endeavour you were on, no matter the storms you encountered on rocky seas, or the possible threat of encountering blood-thirsty pirates, no one intrigued you or intimidated you more than the thought of him, of Park Jimin, the most notorious of pirates, the most brutal of men, the devil incarnate.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I'd like to make a request, but I'm not sure how you'd write it. Could you do the RFA+ Saeran reacting to if they were getting hot and heavy with MC and another member walked in on them? Thank you so much!

i added V because why not and thank you for the request !1!1

mucho love ೃ༄*

sorry some are longer than others i suck

nsfw >.<

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♥ He begged you to go to a LOLOL convention for weeks and finally you gave in

♥ After hours of walking around you grew bored and horny

♥ Last night he left you on edge as you were about to climax when an important RFA conference call came up

♥ You’ve been edgy ever since

♥ “Please…“ you begged into his ear. For the past thirty minutes you wanted to run off somewhere

♥ Finally he listened

♥ “Couldn’t wait till we got home?”

♥ "No.“              

♥ He’d try so hard to take control of the kisses it’d turn you on more, but this poor baby couldn’t keep up

♥Messy neck kisses

♥His wandering hands finally get into your pants and past your panties

♥Trying to moan his name but can’t even speak making him almost self destruct

♥"I’m so close.”

♥ Just as you were tipping over the edge, the door swings open revealing a red head

♥"There you guys are- AAAH MY BEAUTIFUL EYES” Seven plays LOLOL too. Seven wanted to meet up with you guys when he found out you both were going.

♥Seven runs away red as his hair leaving Yoosung more embarrassed than you

♥Still not satisfied till you get home where he makes up it up to you four times


♥ Zen wanted practice for his romantic lines and wanted it with you so he could make the story come to life, you of course agree

♥ “If you want me then why are you with him?” He says his line leaning closer and closer

♥ Kissing soon leads into make out session in his dressing room

♥ He sits back on the couch and pulls you on top him

♥ Feeling the beast underneath you makes you a mess

♥ Zen grips your waist and helps you grind down on him causing little moans to emanate from you

♥ “I can’t take this…” beast unleashed He groans before flipping you underneath him and grinds hard and fast, hard for you to keep up with

♥ “Ah Hyun~” fuck he gone

♥ This would’ve been a good time to remember Jaehee was stopping by for Zen to sign her new CD

♥ “Hello Zen?” Jaehee’s eyes widen in horror, “SORRY Y/N, Zen!” Before running away flustered

♥ Later, she’d scold you both for being reckless of his image.


♥Knowing Jaehee better than anyone, you know her schedule is so hectic because someone *cough* mista trustfundkid *cough*  who gives her useless projects all the time so you decided to bring her lunch knowing she’d forget to eat

♥ She’d be very surprised and happy and try to explain her current project leaving you confused as ever

♥ She’d try so hard to make you understand

♥  You’re leaning over the papers and get distracted on her lips rather than the cat project she was rattling off about

♥ Swoop, you kiss, taking Jaehee off guard

♥ Kisses so good she forgets where she is

♥ You unbutton her blouse and leave hickeys across her chest

♥ Small Jaehee moans

♥Fogged up glasses

♥ “Jaehee do you have those cat reports I was, Oh,” Jumin stops, “I’ll come back later…”

♥ Jaehee is s u p e r embarrassed

♥ “I’m so unprofessional.”

♥ You apologize with a bubble bath later


♥ Jumin would randomly want to throw dinner parties for friends and colleagues

♥ Tonight was one of those nights

♥ You were trying on dresses for it when you put on a beautiful slim fitting, maroon dress that made you look hotter than hell.

♥ “No.” You hear Jumin and see him shaking his head is disapproval

♥ “What’s wrong?”

♥ “Only I’m allowed to see you in stuff like that.” He stated before walking away thinking that was the end of it

♥ It wasn’t

♥ Who was he to tell you what you could and couldn’t wear? After he had ignored you for the past week, being a little tease seemed fun

♥ When guests started arriving you stepped out of your room and began greeting people

♥ You could feel his glare from across the room

♥ “Y/N, you look stunning.” Zen complimented.

♥ “Thank–” Jumin comes out of nowhere bumping into you, spilling wine on you.

♥ “Whoops, silly me,” Jumin tightly smiled before whisking you away from confused Zen, “Let’s get you changed.”  

♥ When your alone Jumin attacks  daddy jumin mode

♥ “That.” Kiss “Dress.” Kiss “Was.” Kiss “Expensive.”

♥ “I’ll buy you thousands more.”

♥ Your wine-stained, dress was soon pooled around your waist

♥ Jumin threw your panties across the room

♥ No time for foreplay he is inside you

♥ He starts ruthlessly pounding away

♥ “Hey Y/N I want to ask- AHHH NEVERMIND!” Zen screams and slams the door in record time.

♥ “Jumin, are you smiling?”


♥ You knew Seven was busy on an important case and wanted to do something special

♥ Trying to think of food you could make was hard

♥ You can’t exactly cook well

♥Deciding on pancakes seemed easy enough

♥ They weren’t

♥ Seven stepped out of his office looking for some Dr.Pepper and saw the kitchen covered in Bisquick and broken eggs

♥ “What happened?“ He’d make fun of you, but he wasn’t that much better at cooking either

♥ "I wanted to make you food, you’re so busy.” You sigh and we’re genuinely disappointed

♥ Seeing this Agent 707 Defender of Justice immediately goes with plan cheer up your girlfriend

♥ "Y/N” He grabs your chin making you look up at him, “All I want eat is you.”

♥ Right before kissing you he’d throw flour in your face

♥ “Really Seven?”

♥ He quickly kiss you to prevent the inevitable war

♥ One swift motion, you were on the messy counter and Seven was in between your legs

♥ Feeling his hardness against you made you even more turned on

♥ “S-Saeyoung.” Hearing his real name come from you… he’d die

♥ Your pants disappeared and he began leaving kisses in between your thighs

♥ He kiss everywhere except where need him

♥ “Don’t tease me~~” You’d pout, making him give in

♥ “I got groceri- Oh dear lord in the kitchen!” Saeran screamed before abandoning the groceries still screaming “The kitchen!” over and over.


♥V had an opening for his first photo gallery and was nervous as to if it would succeed

♥You knew it would but it seemed like he needed a confidence boost

♥You knew just the way to do it

♥You took him to the private office in the gallery and got busy

♥He was reluctant at first

♥"Y/N Are you sure? Anyone could walk in…“

♥"I locked the door.” At least you thought you did.

♥Finally he pulled you onto the desk and boy he worked fast

♥Too many kisses to keep up

♥That led into a make up session that got heated very quickly

♥Where’d his pants go ? Where’d your bra go?

♥He was already rock hard and you slide in front him, wanting to please him

♥Right as he groaned when you put him in your mouth the door swings open

♥You hit your head on the desk

♥Girlish scream and retreating footsteps equal Yoosung

♥"My office doesn’t have lock.“ Sudden realization.

♥At least the gallery went well1!1!


♥ After months of getting help and gaining trust of the RFA members Saeran was officially invited into the RFA

♥ He helped you so much and the day of the party was finally here

♥When you entered the banquet hall Saeran immediately latch himself on you

♥"Can we leave?“ Ten minutes in.

♥"Please? I’ll make you feel good when we get home.”

♥He was horny and anti social

♥After more of his complaints you strike a bargain

♥"How about we go upstairs for little then come back down.“

♥Didn’t need to tell him twice

♥Once you reach an empty room he is all over you

♥Aggressive kisses, not that you mind

♥He began kissing down your neck until he reached your sweet spot making you moan

♥”Be quiet, don’t want anyone to hear.” he said before picking you up and throwing you onto the bed.

♥Saeran pinned you under him and grinded down leaving you a mess

♥Both your clothes came off at one point

♥Mid make out the door swings open

♥ “Well, this is not the correct room.” Jumin swings right back around and leaves.

♥ “I thought you locked the door!”

♥ “I thought you did!”

♥ Saeran got up locked the door, and continued where you left off.

wonder (m)

Originally posted by dear0901

summary: that was the snag, the inconvenience if you will, Jeon Jungkook had next to no experience with girls. It was his best friend that insisted on dragging the poor boy from the safety of his dorm and to the nearest frat party. But now Jungkook no longer attended the parties instead taking refuge on your couch. He’d find comfort there, stretched out upon his back with your legs on either side of his body, your fingers threading lazily through his hair. virgin!kook

word count: 6,028

warning: usual filth, basically sex ed with kook

It’s the way he stares. Eyes almost childlike, shining with an innocence so pure and wondrous. Resisting the urge to indulge in such vulnerability becomes a daily fight because you stare too, except it’s not sheer curiosity that is fuelling you, it’s unadulterated lust. A passionate yearning that has your heartbeat racing and skin setting alight, a fire so intense you ponder on whether or not he’d soothe it or ignite it further.

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Retitling Hamilton songs
  • Alexander Hamilton: ALOHA BITCHES
  • Aaron Burr, Sir: Talk less, smile more
  • The Story of Tonight: Drunk college frat boys
  • The Schuyler Sisters: I'm lookin for a mind at work (and Peggy)
  • Farmer Refuted: GET WRECKED SEABURY *aaron burr facepalms*
  • You'll Be Back: Breakup anthem of the 16th century
  • Right Hand Man: We're kinda fucked here guys
  • A Winter's Ball: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • Helpless: Awwww
  • Satisfied: ANGELICA my QUEEN
  • The Story of Tonight reprise: There's hope for our ass after all
  • Wait For It: Take me now lord
  • Ten Duel Commandments: Dueling for Dummies (also FORESHADOWINNNNGGGGG)
  • Meet Me Inside: I'm notcha son
  • That Would Be Enough: Awwwwwwww :'(
  • History Has It's Eyes on You: I fucked up once
  • Yorktown - The World Turned Upside Down: herCULES MULLIGAN
  • What Comes Next?: Breakup anthem of the 16th century (reprise)
  • Dear Theodosia: LOOK AT MY SON
  • What'd I Miss: The whole first act pal
  • Take a Break: God dammit Alexander you need to chill
  • Say No To This: YOU NEEEEED TO CHILL JFC (but Maria's high note at the end is 🙌)
  • The Room Where It Happens: BANJO
  • Schuyler Defeated: The Schuyler Sisters (Reprise)
  • Cabinet Battle 2: Daddy's calling
  • One Last Time: God dammit G Wash you noble son of a bitch
  • I Know Him: Jesus Christ this will be fun!
  • The Adams Administration: SIDDOWN JOHN YOU FAT MOTHER-
  • We Know: ...we know but we don't really know what but WE KNOW
  • Hurricane: hoe don't do it
  • The Reynolds Pamphlet: OH MY GOD
  • Burn: Eliza my cinnamon roll doesn't deserve any of this
  • Stay Alive - Reprise: FUCK I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE
  • It's Quiet Uptown: GROSS SOBBING
  • The Election of 1800: You done crying? BACK TO POLITICS
  • Your Obedient Servant: Passive aggression game strong
  • Best of Wives and Best of Women: Awwwwwwwwww D':
  • The World Was Wide Enough: GROSS SOBBING
  • Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: Eliza my queen cinnamon roll

Hey guys! I have a lot of people that really liked Kiss Me and want me to do a second part, so here it be. Fair warning, I’m not super good at smut, but I tried. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader 

Requested: Highly

Anonymous Requested:

- OKAI NOW! you have just broken my heart with your imagine; Kiss me! I NEED a part two to it or else I will not be able to sleep! IT WAS AMAZING PIECE OF ART i call that❤️ anyways part 2 would be appreciated for kiss me! Thanks😌

-I really liked kiss me!! You should do a part 2 where they DA is like we gotta distract Draco and his friends, and the reader is like don’t worry I can distract Draco. She distracts him by getting naughty with him if u know what I mean ;)

-Could I have a Draco smut pls?

Warnings: Swearing, smut, kinda dominant reader (sorry if that’s not what you want. It’s kinda all I’m decent at doing) 

The people Umbridge had appointed to roam the halls looking for people out after curfew were getter harder and harder to avoid. Everyone knew it even though no one mentioned it until too many people had too many close calls. Harry eventually called a meeting about it. All of you packed into the Room of Requirement waiting for a brilliant solution. 

“So, as I’m sure you’ve all noticed, Umbridge is putting more people out there to get ahold of someone that could tell her what she wants to know,” Harry said. A ripple went across the crowd of people, wondering was going to be done. 

“What should we do?” Someone asked. Harry rubbed the back of his neck. 

“We’ll have to find ways to distract them,” He said. A ripple of agreement. After that, people began creating groups to distract certain people. You noticed that everyone avoided taking Draco. 

“I can take Malfoy,” You said, loudly. Everyone turned to look at you. 

“How many people do you think you’ll need in that group?” Harry asked. You shook your head. 

“Just me,” You said, smiling. 

“Just you?” He asked. You nodded. 

“Bloody Hell, (Y/N). Have you lost your mind?” Ron asked, looking at you like you’d grown a second head. You laughed, shaking your head again. 

“Nope, I’m just that good,” You said. That had nothing to do with it. You just knew that you had better ways to take care of him than anyone else would. They didn’t have to know that though. 

“Exactly how long do you think you can keep him busy?” Hermione asked, crossing her arms. You rolled your eyes up to the ceiling, pretending to think. 

“All night.” You took pride in all the surprised faces. 

“Really?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Really,” You said. Just as she opened her mouth to say something else, Harry cut her off.

“If you think you can handle him, I trust you,” He said. You smiled, pulled your wand from your robes, and walked out into the hallway. 

You strolled down the same corridor you had the night Draco threatened to turn you in, hoping you’d run into him. If you stayed long enough, you knew he’d turn up. You were almost sure that they had routes that each person took. You took a seat in a little alcove and waited. Sure enough, you caught a blonde head walking towards you. Smirking, you sank into the alcove and dropped your wand just to make some noise. You heard his footsteps come closer to you. You smiled when his face appeared in front of you. 

“Hey, Draco,” You said, grabbing your wand off the ground. 

“What the hell are you doing? Anyone could have found you,” He snapped. You shrugged, tapping your wand against your thigh. 

“Careful, Malfoy, someone might go thinking you care,” You giggled. He snorted. 

“What are you doing here?” He barked, face hardening. 

“I was waiting for you.” His reaction was no less than pleasing. His eyes widened and he stiffed up just like he had when he demanded that you kiss him in the classroom. This only lasted for a fraction of a second before he glared at you.

“Have you lost your bloody mind, (L/N)?” He snarled.

“You know, that’s the second time someone’s asked me that today,” You laughed. You watched him force his breathing to stay even. “But, to answer your question, no.” 

“Then what are you doing in the middle of the hall when everyone’s sole purpose is to turn you in?” He asked, watching you as you leaned back against the wall. 

“I thought you might want to see me,” You said, grinning. 

“Why?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“I thought you liked me,” You laughed. He was good at putting on a mask of cool indifference, but you saw the way he started to shift nervously. He swallowed thickly, not breaking that carefully crafted mask as he answered. 

“I suppose,” He said in an even tone. 

“Okay, so, I might just be horny. Either way, I thought we were on the same page,” You said, bluntly. He blushed lightly, almost unnoticeably.  

You waited patiently for him to process what you’d said. When he did, he gripped your wrist and dragged you all the way to a part of the castle you didn’t even know existed. Again, he pulled you into a dark room, this one smaller than the last. Once the door closed, he let you go and lit a couple of candles. Only enough to bring to room to a soft glow. It was a bedroom. 

“This’ll do,” You said. He stood not far inside the door with the same look on his face that he’d had that night. 

“Kiss me,” He breathed. 

Without hesitation, you pressed your lips to his. His hands found their way to your hips, fingers pressing into them with surprising gentleness. You felt yourself smiling into the kiss as he began to rub small circles into your hips. Slowly, you moved your hands up, beginning to massage your fingers through his hair. You were surprised to find that there was very little product in his hair as you did. He hummed happily into your mouth. You pulled away. 

“Where’s all that fire from before?” You asked teasingly. His eyes narrowed. 

“Watch yourself, (L/N),” He grumbled.

“And if I don’t?” You asked. In all reality, you were just trying to rile him up. You wanted whatever spark that he’d created that night to come back. 

Instead of answering, he kissed you again, shoving forward with his bottom jaw and trying to get the upper hand. You could have laughed, if he thought you were going to roll over just like that then he was wrong. Nipping his lip, you began to lean your weight into him. Again you had him backed up against a wall in the midst of a sloppy, open mouthed kiss as you pulled his shirt off. Tongues tangled, noses bumped, and teeth clicked together as you got more into it. Fireworks began to go off again. You reached up and tugged his hair, surprised by how easily his head fell back. Smirking, you began to suck marks into his neck. There was something oddly satisfying about the dark bruise against his milky white skin. 

“Why do you, mmm, insist upon leaving marks?” He panted. You tilted your head up, smiling. 

“I like to mark my territory.” His eyes then took on that wild look again. That was the look you wanted. 

Quickly, he stripped off your shirt and began to run his hands over your exposed skin. You shivered despite the trail of fire each finger left in its wake. You’d almost forgotten how warm his hands were. You allowed your own hands to wander his body, trailing down his stomach and tracing along the edge of his pants. Goosebumps rose on his flesh as you began to rub against him. He slipped his hands under your bar again, rubbing over your nipples and pulling a soft moan from you. Looking up at him, you saw a smirk crawl over his face in a sinister way. He flicked at your nipple again. 

“Draco,” You moaned, softly. 

“Say it again,” He purred. 

“Draco.” The smirk grew and he trailed a hand beneath your skirt, softly brushing his fingers over your clothed clit. To return the favor, you began to massage him through his pants.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” He breathed, bucking his hips slightly towards your hand. You kissed him again, but only for a moment before he pulled back. 

“On your knees,” He ordered. You nearly laughed. 

“You’ll find that I don’t take orders well, Draco,” You said, lowly. His look of surprise was highly amusing to you. Pulling away from him completely, linking only your hands, you lead him to the bed. He sat, staring up at you like he wasn’t really sure what to do anymore now that you’d denied his order. 

“However, you will find, that I can be very obliging if you ask nicely,” You said. You weren’t entirely sure where this dominant persona was coming from, but you liked it. 

“What?” He asked, sounding a little offended. You dropped to your knees in front of him, leaning your face close to his crotch, and looked up at him with wide, (E/C) eyes that feigned innocence. 

“All you have to do is ask nicely. Tell me what you want, Draco,” You said, rolling his name off your tongue with a sensual drawl. He swallowed audibly as you began rubbing his thigh with smooth, fluid motions. 

“Suck me off,” He said, quietly. You locked eyes with him. 

“What was that?” You asked, sweetly. You began to unbuckle his belt, kissing his hip bones as you did. 

“Suck me off,” He said, a little louder. You pulled off his pants and began to press kisses to his clothed member. His breath hitched. 

“I believe,” You said, pressing a kiss to each of his inner thighs, “That I said ask nicely.” The frustrated groan that sounded above you made your lips twitch into a smug grin for a second. He remained quiet for a little while as you began to bite his inner thighs, creating marks. Another odd feeling of satisfaction washed over you knowing that only you two would know about these marks. Slowly, you pulled off his underwear, mildly impressed by his size. He stared down at you, looking smug for a second but, when you didn’t do anything, he glared. 

“All you have to do is ask nicely,” You said, blowing warm air over his tip. He stifled some kind of sound. 

“Please, suck me off,” He said, gritting his teeth. You smiled. 

“Much better.” Without much warning, you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, please with the sharp gasp that followed. You kitten licked the head, swirling your tongue around it before pulling back and blowing air across it again. He shivered. 

“Don’t tease,” He said, though it almost sounded like begging. You could feel the heat between your legs flare at the sound of his voice. It had dropped an octave and become slower. 

You took him into your mouth, bobbing your head slowly and pumping what your mouth couldn’t reach with your hands. He groaned, bucking his hips up. You gagged a little. Sighing through your nose, you placed your hands on his hips to keep him from gagging you further. 

“Merlin, (Y/N),” He grunted. “Where, ah, did you learn to do t-this?” You took him out of you mouth for a second. 

“You’re mom,” You responded, going back down. 

The longer you sucked, the more he strained against you in attempt you press farther into your mouth. At some point his hands has threaded themselves into your hair and gripped it hard. You hummed as you sucked him off, sending vibrations down his shaft in order to get the incredibly pleasing little gasps or get him to groan your name. His hand tightened in your hair. 

“ Fuck. I’m close,” He warned. You bobbed your head faster, pulling him almost all the way out of your mouth and dipping back again. He strained more against your hands and pulled harshly at your hair. 

“(Y/N)!” He moaned, cumming hard into your mouth. You swallowed and let go of him, coughing. 

“I hope you know that I expect you to return the favor,” You said, hoarsely. He nodded, seemingly in a trance as he stared at you lips. You were sure that they were slightly swollen and red.  

“You’re going to have to ask nicely,” He mocked, vaguely. You shed the rest of your clothing and got on the bed. You hooked your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him close to you. As your eyes locked, your lips curled into a smirk. 

“Eat me out,” You whispered, leaning your head even closer so you could speak into his ear. “Please, Draco.” 

When he pulled back, his pupils had blown wide and his eyes had clouded over with lust. Slowly, he began to kiss down your neck to your chest, stopping briefly to suck and bite at you nipples. You hummed in pleasure as you felt your core throb. You gripped his hair loosely, silently asking him to go lower. He kissed down the length of your body, watching you closely as he neared your pussy. Slowly, he licked along your slit. You gasped, hips twitching. 

“Ask me nicely,” He taunted.

“I don’t ask twice,” You growled, gripping his hair painfully tight. He made a low sound somewhere in his throat. 

It was like a switch flipped. All of the sudden, he was lapping and sucking at your lips. You let out a loud cry when his tongue flicked your clit. He did it again. You pushed your hips into his face, but he didn’t hold them down like you had with his. He let you buck into his face and pull his hair to your heart’s content as he ate you out. He ate you like you were his last meal. You felt you thighs shaking and a knot coiling in your stomach as he fucked you with his tongue. 

“Jesus fucking christ. Draco!” You moaned as you came. He picked his head up to look at you, liquid silver eyes burning into your own. 

“You sound gorgeous when you moan my name like that,” He said. He licked his lips as he crawled over you. You leaned up, nipping his collar bones. Pressing a kiss to your mouth, he slipped a finger into you. You hummed softly. 

“Fuck me and I’ll keep saying it like that,” You purred. A second finger slipped in, followed closely by a third. Leaning over, he pulled a condom out of the bedside drawer and put it on. He smirked at you and you mirrored his expression. Teasingly, he pressed the tip against your lips. 

“Ask nicely,” He taunted. Growling, you flipped him onto his back and straddled his hips. A look of surprise washed over his face. 

“No.” With that, you pressed him into you. You both gasped at the feeling. For a moment, you were still, adjusting to the size of him. Finally, you started moving. Bouncing up and down on him, you changed angles to find that one spot that would make you scream. You felt his hands ghost over your hips and you glared at him. 

“Touch me and I’ll stop,” You said, sharply. In response, he whined in a high pitched, almost childish, manner. “Hands on the headboard.” He did as you told him. 

You placed your hands on his chest, splaying your fingers out over the muscle, as you rode him. Draco sucked his lip into his mouth to keep from making sounds, but you pulled it out with a smile. You wanted to hear him as much as he wanted to hear you. You loved it when he moaned your name. You muttered his name over and over again as you circled your hips a bit. 

“I want to touch you,” He whined. You nodded, letting out a low moan. One of his hands went up to play with your nipples and the other gripped your hip. 

“Oh god, Draco. Feels so good,” You moaned, throwing your head back. 

“Merlin, (Y/N), you’re so beautiful,” He panted. A thin sheen of sweat covered both of you, giving the illusion of a glow in the candle lit room. He thrusted up to meet you every time you slid down. Your eyes fell closed and you leaned over him so you faces were close together. 

“Fucking hell.” He cupped your face, pulling you into an open mouthed kiss as your thrusts became sloppy. That knot tied in your abdomen again and you let out a low whine. You weren’t sure who came first, but you both threw your heads back. 

“I love you!” Draco yelled as he came. You swallowed his words with a kiss as you rode out your orgasms together. 

Eventually, he slipped out of you and you fell next to him in the bed. He quickly disposed of the condom. Both of you laid in the warm afterglow, panting. You glanced over at him, admiring the way his sweaty hair stuck to his forehead and the way his cheeks flushed to such a rosy pink. Draco was beautiful. Then it hit you. He said he loved you. Sitting up, you looked down at him. 

“You love me?” You asked quietly. His eyes shot open and his blush flared. 

“Shut up, (L/N),” He snapped. You offered him a tired smile. 

“I don’t know if I love you yet, but I sure as hell could get there,” You mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to his red lips. He blinked in surprise. 

“Could you?” He asked. You nodded, laying your head on his chest. 

“I think I could.” And that was the truth. Being with him, in any way, shape, or form, meant having those fireworks go off. That was all you needed right then. He wrapped an arm around you and kissed your forehead. 

“Whatever you say, (Y/N),” He said, quietly. A slow smile spread over your face as you both fell asleep. You wondered what you were going to tell the trio when you got back in the morning. 


Requested - Hi! Could you write something with Aaliyah and Y/N. Like they get along pretty well and like Aaliyah asks Y/N about losing Virginity (Y/N lost it very soon) or something like that. Thanks!

Requested - Heyy, I have an imagine request 💕 so, you’re visiting Shawn in Canada and he’s busy, so you end up spending time with Aaliyah (like take her shopping or out for milkshakes or something) and Shawn finds out and he thinks it’s really sweet and fluff fluff fluff

Your name: submit What is this?


“Baby, I’m so sorry,” Shawn says for what seems like the hundredth time as he glances over at you briefly before refocusing his eyes on the road in front of him.

“Don’t be.” You respond with a cheeky smile. “I get to drive your jeep and hang out with your sister, so it’s a win-win for me.”

“Have I told you lately that you’re the best?” He asks.

“Maybe once or twice,” you tease, a smile on your face as you genuinely appreciate this time you’re getting to spend with your boyfriend, even if it isn’t a lot. You came to Canada to visit him, but he ended up having to rehearse at the last minute, which kind of ruined your original plans for the afternoon.

The drive to his rehearsal space goes by far too quickly, and before you know it you’re driving his jeep out of the parking lot on your way to pick up Aaliyah from school. Since Shawn ended up being busy, you offered to pick up his sister from school and take her to the mall. You’ve grown really close to Aaliyah over the past year that you’ve been dating Shawn, and since you don’t have a younger sister, you take full advantage of getting to spend time with Aaliyah and play an older sister role in her life.

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Lords’ reactions to MC’s pregnancy announcement
  • Nobunaga is proud of her, proud of himself, proud of the tiny little foetus they made together, SO PROUD HE CAN’T CONTAIN IT. He gathers the retainers and makes them party until dawn. Katsuie is in tears because he’s so happy (and incredibly drunk). Nobu sneaks out early with her because she needs to rest and he is going to make sure she gets ALL the rest.
  • Mitsuhide is stunned but so excited. His dream of having ten children is finally getting underway! He kisses her tummy and her lips and her forehead and her nose and her cheeks, he can’t stop, he just wants to shower her with love and affection. He’s so thankful that she’s in his life and in love with him and bearing his baby.
  • Yukimura is terrified. Women die in childbirth, what if that happens to her!? He tries to put on a strong face but he is so freaked out. He wants her on bed rest immediately, wants to carry her if she looks even the tiniest bit tired (actually, even if she doesn’t), goes to the medicinal shop in town and asks the herbalist for advice on how to take care of pregnant women. He is going to do his absolute best to make sure that nothing bad happens to her or their baby.
  • Saizo is… conflicted. But he sees how worried she is about how he’s going to react, and he just can’t have that. He puts an arm around her shoulder and kisses her hair and tells her you’re going to have to start making dango in bigger portions because he’s not going to share, not even with his own child.
  • Masamune is happy, but a little apprehensive. His relationship with his family is complicated, to say the least, and he’s a teeny bit worried about whether he can be a good father. Low-key hoping for a girl so that things won’t get worse with Yoshihime and Kojirou. Kisses her cheek and pulls her in close, rests his hand on her stomach, starts daydreaming about their future and tells her about it.
  • Kojuro is very pleased and satisfied. He’s always liked children and he feels like he practically raised Masamune and Shigezane, so he’s 100% ready for his own kids. Things might not always go smoothly, but they’ll be together and they’ll face their troubles together. He is so ready. They cuddle (he’s totally not tearing up at all), he can’t stop stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head. They start making plans for their new nursery.
  • Hideyoshi is ultra hyped! Puts a hand on her cheek and they just smile at each other for a moment before kissing. And then he wants to go and tell everybody the good news. They walk around the castle hand in hand and he’s grinning and everybody’s congratulating them and it’s perfect.
  • Inuchiyo is speechless. Like… really? Are you sure? It takes a couple of moments to sink in, but when it does, the smile on his face is the biggest ever. He grabs her, lifts her, and hugs her really hard before nearly dropping her because DID HE JUST SQUISH THE BUN IN THE OVEN? No, Inuchiyo. No. He wants to go and shout it from the rooftops, he’s so overjoyed that they’re starting this new stage of their lives together.
  • Ieyasu stares at her, eyes wide. Well… I guess even someone like you can catch me by surprise sometimes. She laughs and launches herself at him, he catches her and she wraps her arms around him. He’s a little worried that he won’t know how to be a good father, but he can’t brood about it when she’s smiling at him like that, her face mere inches from his own. He silently vows to give his child a life far better than his.
  • Mitsunari walks out. When she gets to the door and looks up and down the corridor, he’s nowhere to be seen. She fumes and frets and has driven herself into a frenzy when he finally reappears an hour later. These are books about pregnancy, childbirth, and parenting. We are going to read every one of them cover to cover. She grabs the nearest one and throws it at his head.
  • Shingen grins in satisfaction because that’s what he’s been gunning for all along. He pulls her close and kisses her, like hell yeah that’s my woman, always giving me exactly what I need. The Takeda clan celebrates late into the night. Kansuke brews a herbal tonic for her and pointedly says that he hopes she will be a better patient than her husband. Shingen roars with laughter.
  • Kenshin is really excited and immediately starts planning for the baby. The furniture, the clothes, the toys, babies need so many things! And he is going to find the most perfect things. Many, many perfect things. They hug, but before he can suggest they go out shopping, she says that they should tell everyone the good news! Especially Kanetsugu, he’ll be so happy for them!


  • ALL ACCORDING TO KEIKAKU. Nobuyuki smiles.
Need some help? ♡ Grayson (smut)

Summary: You catch Grayson playing with himself in the bedroom and as the nice girlfriend you are, you decide to offer some help…

Word count: 1.590

A/N: Okay, so at first I didn’t really know how to write this because it’s not something I would normally write, but I just sat down and started and this is how it turned out. Fair warning that this is hardcore smut ;) I hope you enjoy and if you did, please leave some feedback or a request! Xx


You open your eyes and blink them a few times to let your eyes adjust. For a brief moment you wonder where you are. You lift your head up to look around, but still feel a bit disorientated. When you look out of the windows there was nothing but darkness and you knew it had to be late at night.

It takes a second before you realize you found yourself in the living room and you had fallen asleep on the couch, a few hours after you had sit down with a bag of crips.

It was completely dark in the room, except for the tv screen; a stupid toothpaste commercial was on and the bright light of the screen was spreading a spooky light through the room.

You go sit straight up, placing the bag of crips - which was almost empty - beside you. ‘Gray?’ You call for your boyfriend, your voice sleepy. No answer. ‘Grayson?’ Nope, he wasn’t here. The only sound you were hearing was your own breathing and the annoying happy voices coming from the tv.

Your boyfriend wasn’t laying beside you, either. Maybe he had gone upstairs, or maybe he was in the bathroom, both could be possible. After a quick glance on the clock you decide it really was time to go to bed. Grayson was probably there as well.

With a deep yawn you turn the television off and drag yourself off the couch. With laboured and slow steps you find your way to the stairs.

As you are walking up the stairs you hear quiet noises coming from the first floor. You hold your step and listen closely, trying to hear what was happening upstairs.

At first you can’t understand what you hear, but after a few seconds you realize the noises you were observing came from Grayson. He was in your bedroom, panting.

As the innocent girl that you are, you thought nothing of it. He was probably just working out. ‘Late night workout sesh’; wasn’t that one of his most used snapchat captions?

Almost unable to keep your eyes open you continue your way to the bedroom. As you come closer to the bedroom, Grayson’s moans get louder and louder.

Just when you decide you were going to say he could finish his workout tommorow, you hear Grayson say something. Your hand, which was about to open the door, freezes and you leave it hanging in the air.

‘Ah, Y/N… Yes…

Your heart skips a beat and suddenly you are unable to move. Oh my God. Was he… jerking off? The moment you realize what he was doing you don’t know what to do with yourself. You just stand there in complete darkness, processing the fact your boyfriend was pleasing himself on the other side of the door.

Should you go back and wait until he… was finished? Or should you go inside? You were completely wide awake now. A feeling of nervousness overwhelms you as Grayson continues his deed, still calling your name softly.

Apart from the fact you were starting to get a bit nervous, you can’t ignore another feeling that was developing in your stomach; you were starting to get turned on. Of course, catching a boy jerking off at the thought of his girlfriend was maybe a bit weird, but it was also incredibly hot.

He was pleasing himself at the thought of you… Come on, something about it was just exciting. You don’t even know when you had decided what you were going to do next, maybe it was unconsciously, but suddenly you had a plan. And before you could change your mind, you open the door.

You peek your head around the corner and a quiet giggle escapes your mouth. 'Having fun without me?’ The first thing you see is Grayson on the bed, one hand around his hardness and his other one holding his phone. His hair was messy and he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

His eyes grow wide when he notices you. 'Fuck,’ he says under his breath and quickly tries to hide his phone, but he wasn’t quick enough; you could see he was getting off to a picture of you in a bikini.

It was one he had taken when you visited waterfalls in Hawaii on your vacation together. You could remember that moment as if it was yesterday, and also the way he was praising you and telling you how extremely beautiful you looked on that sunny day.

'Y/N! I-I was just,’ he stutters, pulling up his pants and running a hand through his hair. 'It’s okay, baby. Don’t worry.’ You smile sweetly and walk up to the bed. The christmas lights on the wall were on, which caused that the room had a very cosy and romantic atmosphere.

Grayson’s flushed face softens and he exhales deeply. You go sit on the left side of the bed, your head turned to look at Grayson’s face. His cheeks were red and he still looked a little uncomfortable. 'You need some help?’ You ask innocently, your voice not more than a whisper.

Grayson blinks his eyes like he hadn’t heard it right. 'What? Are you being serious?’ You nod, licking your lips seductively. 'Yes, baby. You’re always the one that pleases me and I think it’s your turn now. I… I want to make you feel good.’

And it was true. Grayson was always the one who got down on you, completely ignoring his own needs. And it wasn’t because he thought you couldn’t do it for him, definitely not. He was just an amazing boyfriend and wanted to make you feel good as much as he could. And he also knew you weren’t very good at doing it yourself.

One night, after you had reached your climax and Grayson went laying down beside you, he even admitted he sometimes got off at the sight of you coming undone.

Grayson’s eyes get darker and he nods slowly. 'Okay…’ you respond and climb onto his lap. He licked his lips as he watched you taking off your shirt. The look in his eyes made clear he was aroused again already.

You lean in for a quick kiss before you got to work. You couldn’t actually believe you were doing this; you had no experience whatsoever, so just did what you thought would feel nice. He gasped when you pulled down his shorts, not taking your eyes off your petite hands.

You look deep into his eyes as you run your fingers up and down his cock, teasing him like he always teased you. 'Y/N…’ he warns you, but you only smile in amusement. 'Patience, baby boy. Patience.’

You close your fingers around his member and Grayson frowns his eyebrows. 'Ah…’ You could tell by the look on his face he was having trouble keeping his face straight. You couldn’t help but giggle quietly.

What an amazing feeling it was to have so much control over him. You could do everything you want with Grayson now, including him begging for you. A flue of self-confidence hit you all of a sudden and by the way he was looking at you you could tell he knew you were the one in charge now.

You continue your movements and run your hand faster and faster up and down his cock, softly massaging it at the same time. When you squeeze his package softly, Grayson grunts approvingly and close his eyes. ’D-Don’t stop. Please,’ he cried out.

You bend down and kiss his tip, causing him to moan loudly. You close your lips around the head and let your tongue do the work. 'Fuck… Yes.’ He was struggling to look at you, his head throwed back every now and then.

You suck his tip gently while looking him in his eyes, because you knew he would found that sexy. Grayson tangles his hands into your hair and starts to thrust against your mouth. You moan hard against his cock and Grayson’s thighs tremble. He could feel your moan all the way through his body.

You grin and get up to kiss his lips, your hand going back to his hard member again. He tried to deepen the kiss by parting your lips with his tongue, but you pull back. You had to focus on what you were doing; you were determined to make him come. Hard.

He was biting his lower lip now, his hands desperately gripping the bed sheets. 'I-I’m close,’ he whimpers. You kiss his lips again but he isn’t able to kiss you back like the amazing way he always did, too busy comprehending what was happening down there.

As Grayson got closer to his release you pump faster and faster, receiving encouraging groans from your boyfriend from time to time. You stroke your thumb over his head when he starts spilling all over your fingers, his hard member twitching in your firm grasp.

'Oh… Shit, Y/N.’ You don’t stop until he completely had come down while you watch him with an triumphant smile. You couldn’t ignore the satisfied feeling you had. Never in the two years you were dating Grayson you were the reason he got an orgasm, and it really boosted your self-confidence.

After a minute he sighs and looks at you, tucking a hair behind your ear. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you passionately. When you both are out of breath he pulls back, looking at you with a loving smile which made your heart grow bigger.

'Now let daddy take care of you.’

Burnouts, Booze, and Babes

Originally posted by butaer

Summary: Taehyung and Jeongguk are just two small town best friends, getting drunk too often and making big plans they’ll probably never achieve. Taehyung takes it upon himself to teach Jeongguk all of the proper ways to have sex, and Jeongguk swears he’s just hanging around because Taehyung’s good in bed. Who would have thought these small town losers, who used to smoke behind the school, would become jewelers at the biggest department store in Seoul. [Pre Givenchy & Gold]
Pairing: Jeongguk x Taehyung
Word Count: 32.850
Rating: M
Warnings: too much sex, too many kinks, mentions of drug use, Taehyung calling Jeongguk so many nasty things, two bros chilling 5ft apart in a hot tub (“swear I’m not gay”), switching, uhhhh daddy kink
A/N: @blueagust and I have basically spent the last couple weeks screaming at each other about Taehyung and Jeongguk’s history from her story Givenchy&Gold, and with the little restraint I have, this happened. Lou, this is an absolute mess and I probably destroyed your entire fic timeline, but happy early Kwanza or some shit (which is totally an excuse Tae gives when he’s buying Jeon another pair of earrings.) This is not good enough for you but I hope you like it anyway!!

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Disney Lyric Starters
  • [ Classic, modern, golden days, you name it, i got it. Feel free to change pronouns etc. Also this is a looong post]:
  • "Some day, my prince will come."
  • "Some day, we'll meet again."
  • "Some day when spring is here, we'll find our love anew."
  • "And soon you'll find you're dancing to the tune."
  • "There isn't any let up. I hear them calling, calling."
  • "Every time she/he'd find a minute, that's the time that they begin it."
  • "They always keep her/him hopping."
  • "She/He goes around in circles till she/he's very, very dizzy."
  • "They have stars in their eyes."
  • "Side by side with your loved one, you'll find enchantment here."
  • "The night will weave its magic spell when the one you love is near."
  • "This is the night, and the heavens are right."
  • "Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?"
  • "Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?"
  • "How many wonders can one cavern hold?"
  • "I want to be where the people are."
  • "I want to see, want to see 'em dancing."
  • "Flipping your fins, you don't get too far."
  • "What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand?"
  • "Sick of swimming. Ready to stand."
  • "And I'm ready to know what the people know."
  • "When's it my turn?"
  • "I can see what's happening, and they don't have a clue."
  • "With all this romantic atmosphere, disaster's in the air."
  • "She'd turn away from me."
  • "He's holding back. He's hiding."
  • "Why won't he be the king I know he is, the king I see inside?"
  • "Love is where they are."
  • "If there's a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I've already won that."
  • "No man is worth the aggravation."
  • "Honey, we can see right through you."
  • "It's too cliche. I won't say I'm in love."
  • "I thought my heart had learned its lesson."
  • "You keep on denying who you are and how you're feeling."
  • "Get off my case. I won't say it!"
  • "I steal only what I can't afford."
  • "These guys don't appreciate I'm broke."
  • "I can take a hint, gotta face the facts. You're my only friend."
  • "I'd blame parents except he hasn't got 'em."
  • "Tell you all about it when I got the time!"
  • "I think I'll take a stroll around the block."
  • "Let's not be too hasty."
  • "They're quick, but I'm much faster."
  • "Barely even friends, then somebody bends unexpectedly."
  • "Both a little scared, neither one prepared."
  • "Finding you can change, learning you were wrong."
  • "Certain as the sun rising in the east."
  • "There's something sweet and almost kind."
  • "I wonder why I didn't see it there before."
  • "Who'd have ever thought that this could be?"
  • "True he's no "Prince Charming"..."
  • "Who'd have guessed they'd come together on their own?"
  • "We'll wait and see a few days more."
  • "What I love most about rivers is you can't step in the same river twice."
  • "To be safe, we lose our chance of knowing."
  • "Can I ignore that sound of distant drumming?"
  • "Is all my dreaming at an end?"
  • "For a long time we've been marching off to battle."
  • "Our aching feet aren't easy to ignore."
  • "Think of instead, a girl worth fighting for."
  • "I want her paler than the moon with eyes that shine like stars."
  • "It all depends on what she cooks like."
  • "Bet the local girls thought you were quite the charmer."
  • "Yet the only girl who'd love him is his mother."
  • "Whatever you do, I'll do it, too."
  • "Show me everything, and tell me how."
  • "It all means something, yet nothing to me."
  • "It's all so close, and yet so far."
  • "I wanna know. Can you show me?"
  • "I wanna know about these strangers like me."
  • "Why do I have this growing need to be beside her?"
  • "Come with me now to see my world."
  • "Don't you disrespect me, little man!"
  • "You're in my world now, not your world."
  • "And I got friends on the other side."
  • "Sit down on my table, put your minds at ease."
  • "I can read your future. I can change it around some, too."
  • "You come from two long lines of royalty."
  • "I'm a royal myself on my mother's side."
  • "Your lifestyle's high, but your funds are low."
  • "Mom and dad cut you off, huh, playboy?"
  • "You've been pushed around all your life."
  • "Won't you shake the poor sinner's hand?"
  • "I hope you're satisfied, but if you ain't, don't blame me!"
  • "All that time never even knowing just how blind I've been."
  • "At last I see the light, and it's like the fog has lifted."
  • "If she/he's here, it's crystal clear I'm where I'm meant to go."
  • "All at once everything is different now that I see you."
  • "Come on, let's go and play!"
  • "I never see you anymore."
  • "We used to be best buddies, and now we're not."
  • "I've started talking to the pictures on the walls."
  • "It gets a little lonely, all these empty rooms."
  • "People are asking where you've been."
  • "They say "Have courage," and I'm trying to."
  • "We only have each other."
  • "It's just you and me. What are we gonna do?"
  • "Okay, can I just say something crazy?"
  • "I love crazy."
  • "I've been searching my whole life to find my own place."
  • "I've never met someone who thinks so much like me."
  • "Say goodbye to the pain of the past."
  • "We don't have to feel it anymore."
  • "Can I say something even crazier?"
  • "I've been staring at the edge of the water for as long as I can remember."
  • "Every road leads back to the place I know where I cannot go."
  • "It calls me, and no one knows how far it goes."
  • "I can lead with pride. I can make us strong."
  • "I'll be satisfied if I play along."
  • "What is wrong with me?"
  • "But no one knows how deep it goes."
  • "If the wind on my sail on the sea stays behind me, one day I'll know how far I'll go."
  • "Now I know I can be happy as a clam because I'm beautiful, baby."
  • "Scrub the deck and make it look shiny."
  • "I just love free food."
  • "Ouch! What a terrible performance!"
  • "You don't swing it like you used to, man."
  • "Send your armies, but they'll never be enough."
  • "You try to be tough, but your armor's just not hard enough."

send one for my muses reaction!

“You could never back down, you never learned to take your time.”
“He looked at me like I was stupid, I’m not stupid.”
“Talk less. Smile more. Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for.”
“Fools who run their mouth off wind up dead.”
“Who’s the best? C'est moi!”
“It’s hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets.”
“If you stand for nothing, what’ll you fall for?”
“I will lay down my life if it sets us free.”
“I imagine death so much it feels just like a memory.”
“I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow, for the first time, I’m thinkin past tomorrow.”
“I’m lookin for a mind at work.”
“Excuse me, miss, I know it’s not funny, but your perfume smells like your daddy’s got money.”
“You want a revolution? I want a revelation.”
“Look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now.”
“Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution.”
“It’s hard to listen to you with a straight face.”
“Chaos and bloodshed already haunt us, honestly you shouldn’t even talk.”
“You say the price of my love’s not a price that you’re willing to pay.”
“You’ll be back. Soon you’ll see. You’ll remember you belong to me.”
“When you’re gone I’ll go mad, so don’t throw away this thing we had.”
“When push comes to shove, I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love.”
“Close the door on your way out.”
“Have I done something wrong?”
“Dying is easy, living is harder.”
“But what do we have in common?”
“You walked in and my heart went ‘Boom’!”
“I’m about to change your life.”
“My love for you is never in doubt.”
“I just might regret that night for the rest of my days.”
“I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face.”
“When you said "Hi” I forgot my dang name, set my heart aflame, ev'ry part aflame.“
"You’re like me. I’m never satisfied.”
“He’s a bit of a flirt, but I’m 'a give it a chance.”
“I’m a girl in a world in which my only job is to marry rich.”
“From what I hear, you’ve made yourself indispensable.”
“Well, well, I heard you’ve got someone special on the side.”
“I will never understand you.”
“Love doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints.”
“I am the one thing in life I can control.”
“If there’s a reason I’m still alive when so many have died, then I’m willing to wait for it.”
“Stay alive 'til this horror show is past.”
“I’m a general. Whee!!!!”
“Yeah. He’s not the choice I would have gone with.”
“Don’t do a thing. History will prove him wrong.”
“I can’t disobey direct orders.”
“Pick a place to die where it’s high and dry.”
“Pray that hell or heaven lets you in.”
“Should have shot him in the mouth. That would’ve shut him up.”
“Watch your tone. I’m not a maiden in need of defending, I am grown.”
“My name’s been through a lot, I can take it.”
“The fact that you’re alive is a miracle.”
“I don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing.”
“If you could let me inside your heart…”
“I’m never gonna stop until I make 'em drop and burn 'em up and scatter their remains.”
“You have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story.”
“History has it’s eyes on you.”
“So what happens if we win?”
“If this is the end of me, at least I have a friend with me.”
“Oceans rise. Empires fall. It’s much harder when it’s all your call.”
“I swear that I’ll be around for you.”
“Why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room?”
“Why do you write like you’re running out of time?”
“Yo, who the f is this?”
“What are you waiting for? What do you stall for?”
“If I could grant you peace of mind, would that be enough?”
“They are asking me to lead. I am doing the best I can.”

We Didn’t Understand

(Patrick Hockstetter x Pregnant!Reader)

A/N: Another long one! Once again, sorry this took me so long! I was working on a few others at the same time. This request was very intriguing to me and I just had to give it a go. Hopefully you guys like it!


hi!! uhm first time making a request, could you please consider writing some Patrick x Reader where she’s pregnant and he found out precisely the last day of school, after he dies. Thanks :)

hi again!! I’m the anon who requested the weird Patrick x pregnant!Reader story a few days ago; what I mean was: he founds out she’s pregnant the last day of school BEFORE he goes down the sewer and dies. I was imaging the general idea like the reader being super happy because they’re gonna have a family and then super sad because Patrick’s gone. Hope this clarifies it and thank you for reading my request! 💖

Word Count: 4,098

Rating: SFW

Warnings: teenage pregnancy, Patrick’s solipsism, mention of Avery Hockstetter, implied character death, kind of gore (but nothing bad, I don’t think)

You hadn’t known what to do at first. What could you do? You had spent the night before sitting on your bathroom floor with your hand over your mouth, holding your fourth positive test in your hand. When the fourth has read the same as the first three, it had snapped in your mind that this was really happening.

You were pregnant.

The thought of being pregnant caused your heart to squeeze in your chest. You hadn’t cried at first, but you might as well have. Thoughts raced around your head, and made it hard to breathe. You were in high school. How were you supposed to finish high school with a baby? What would people say? What would they think? What would your parents think? What would Patrick think?

Oh God, what would Patrick think?

That thought kept you awake for the rest of the night. He wasn’t the type to be lovey, he never expressed his love to you, he never implied wanting a family, or even to marry you. What would he say to this? What would he do. All you could think is that he would leave you. Or worse, knowing Patrick… if he didn’t want a baby, there was nothing he would do to stop it from coming out alive.

You tried to take a breath. Maybe you weren’t giving him enough credit. Maybe he wouldn’t be upset. Maybe he would be happy…

The next day, you had dreaded coming to school, even though it was the very last day of your sophomore year. You walked past all the unsuspecting students. They didn’t know. They didn’t have any idea that you had gotten knocked up. An old friend called across the hall to say hello, and you barely answered, a few other people said good morning and you just stared ahead, seeing Patrick and his friends leaning against the lockers near yours.

What the fuck was Patrick going to think?

“Hey Princess~”

You felt yourself get pulled against him, and he wrapped his arms around you. You let him, not really reacting in case you started crying, and he kissed at your jaw, his black hair brushing against your face slightly. “Hi…” was all you said. He pouted.

“What’s the matter? Miss your period?” he teased you. You let out a whimper without meaning to and burst into tears, quickly covering your face. Through your fingers, you could see the other boys looked shocked, and Patrick looked confused. “What? I was just kidding, I didn’t think it was that mean.”

“Patrick, c-can I talk to you for a minute?” you asked quietly. He raised an eyebrow.


He didn’t move, waiting for you to start talking, and you rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand. “Outside. Alone.” He seemed a little annoyed at this but stood up off of the lockers, following you as you brought him outside and towards the empty playground.

You sat on a bench and he just stood over you, still waiting for you to say what you needed to say. “You’re making me nervous. Why are you crying?” he said, not sounding concerned, more pestered than anything.

“I-I’m scared you’ll be mad,” you start.

“Depends on what you say,” he pointed out. “As long as you’re still only fucking me, I–”

“Patrick, I did miss my period,” you blurted. He froze, his eyes widening a bit. “I'm… pregnant…”

He opened his mouth, then closed it. He sat down on the bench next to you and gripped the seat tightly. “Really?”

“Yes… I took four tests, all of them were positive…”

He nodded slowly, then stood up, starting to walk away. You quickly stood up, then he stopped and turned around, walking back towards you. “Um… okay. What do I… is it, like, mine?” he asked, sounding like he was what you could only describe as frantic. You nodded quickly. He took a breath.

“Are you mad?”

“Mad? No, no, not mad,” he said shortly, clenching and unclenching his fists. “I’m just… um… I just wasn’t expecting that….” Unknown to you, there was a lot more going on. He had had a baby brother. Not many people knew expect his parents, and Henry. He hadn’t even told you. What his parents and Henry didn’t know, but suspected, was that Avery had been becoming real. Like him. Patrick couldn’t risk another God coming and possibly destroying his world, and had done the only logical thing. Killing him hadn’t been hard, since Avery had only been a baby. It was satisfying, to say the least, to watch him squirm and fall still, dying along with any possibility of Patrick’s world and order being disrupted.

If Avery had been real, then this baby inside of you must be real too. It was his blood after all. It was a product of him, it would be a God like him. He tried to think about what to do. Could he kill something that wasn’t born? He assumed he might have to kill you, which would be highly unfortunate, since he found you an amusing experiment.

An experiment!

That’s what he could do, that’s what this would be. An experiment. Maybe the baby wouldn’t be real, maybe it would be a part of the game, like you were. If it was, then it would just be another puzzle piece to fit into his understanding, another toy to play with. But it would also be partly his… so maybe it would be like a half God. A half God wouldn’t be so bad, it would be beneath him. Only if it came out as a real person like him would he have to kill it. That’s what he decided.


He looked back up at you, and realized that he hadn’t finished what he was saying. “Oh! This is good! I think… maybe,” he explained, smiling a bit. You blinked. “Yeah! It could be like a small version of me, and half you!”

“You’re not mad?” you asked him again.

“No! Of course I’m not mad! This is good,” he insisted, taking your arms. “I’m glad you told me, and didn’t lie.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you,” you told him honestly. He leaned down and kissed you and you smiled a bit, kissing him back. When he pulled away, you gulped. “I-I love–”

“We’d better get inside, they’re gonna lock the doors in a minute,” he cut you off, not seeming to hear what you were saying. He dragged you back into the school, and you tried to let your anxiety about the situation melt away. “You better get to class, too. You’re gonna be late.”

“What about you?” you questioned.

“Skipping with the boys, we’re gonna hang out,” he explained, walking you towards your classroom. You stared at him, nervous that he was secretly mad at you about this whole things. He stopped in front of your classroom door and you gulped. “Don’t worry, baby, it’s the last day of school, I won’t get in trouble for skipping.”

“It’s not that… it’s just…” you started. He waited while you took a breath. He stared down at you, his green eyes bright with emotions (or maybe lack of emotions) that you could never understand. You couldn’t tell if he was happy, if he was indifferent, if he even cared or was taking this seriously. Maybe he didn’t understand. “Are you sure you’re not mad at me? You’re sure this is ok, I mean… a baby is a lot of work….”

“Yeah, but it’s my baby,” he pointed out. You smiled a bit, still thinking that maybe he didn’t understand. “I’ll see you after class.”

“Alright,” you agreed, going on your toes and kissing him before hurrying into class.

Patrick wanted this. Maybe he didn’t quite understand that whole thing, but he did want this. And if he wanted it, then you wanted it. You could barely believe it, you were going to be a family. He was going to be your family.


You stood up off the car and hurried over to him as he and Victor and Belch started walking up the hill towards you, looking upset. “We couldn’t find him…” Belch told you when Henry didn’t respond, climbing over the railing of the Kissing Bridge. You tried to hold back tears and he pulled off his hat, running his hand through his hair in frustration and despair. “We looked, but he’s nowhere… it’s like he just disappeared.”

“They’ve officially named him a missing person. They’re gonna have people put signs up today,” Victor said quietly, wiping his hands on his pants and not looking at you as he climbed onto the road. Henry jumped over the railing and shoved passed you, opening the door to Belch’s car roughly.

You watched him nervously. It had been a week since the last day of school. You hadn’t seen Patrick right away after school, but he had come over to your house that night (your parents were out of town, which was very convenient) and had stayed the night, holding you and asking questions about babies. He asked what they did and what he would have to do, and what you were going to name it. He told you he wanted you to name it Joseph if it was a boy, and Molly if it was a girl and hadn’t given a reason for either name. And then he had dozed off, holding you. It had been perfect, it had almost seemed unreal.

The next day he had kissed you goodbye rather passionately before leaving. He had said he was going home to change then going to hang out with the boys. You had spent your day cleaning and thinking of whether your baby would look more like you, or more like Patrick. Around four o’clock, you had seen Belch’s car pull up in front of your house. You had gone out, figuring Patrick was with them, and had seen Henry get out of the car. He had asked if Patrick was there, and you had told him he wasn’t. He looked back at Victor and Belch in concern, and then told you that they couldn’t find him. They explained that he had gone after the fat new kid and he hadn’t come back.

That had been over a week ago. The boys had told the police, who had barely searched for him. His parents hadn’t spoken about it to anyone, they hadn’t even seemed concerned when you asked. Henry had told you to wait every time they went out to look for Patrick, and they always came back looking more sad and more angry every time.

Henry didn’t get in the car right away, just kind of leaning against the open doorway as he tried to keep himself together, his blue eyes staring into space a bit as he ran his fingers over his knuckles absentmindedly. “W-Well we’ll look again. He can’t be too–” you started.

“He’s gone, Y/N!” Henry snapped at you. You blinked, watching as he looked up to glare at you. “Once you got a missing person poster, you’re gone! They ain’t gonna find you!”

“Henry–” Victor tried.

“No! We can’t look no more, there ain’t nowhere else he could come fuckin’ be! He’s gone! That’s it,” he insisted.

Your lip trembled. “You can’t give up that easily. What if he’s hurt, or something, we have to find–”

“‘cause you’re pregnant? You wanna find him ‘cause you thought he was gonna be a Daddy to your baby?” Henry scoffed. You took a step back as be pushed himself away from the car and stepped towards you. “That kid didn’t want a family. He wouldn't’a cared about it, and he sure as hell didn’t care about you! So stop lying to yourself, he’s. Gone. We can’t look no more.”

“Woah, Henry, come on…” Belch spoke up. Henry glared at him, then turned back towards the car, running his hand over his face. You clenched your fists and looked at Belch for help. He averted his gaze.

Victor looked between his friends, then finally made himself look at you, sadness in his dark hazel eyes. “I-I’m sorry, Y/N… but Henry’s right, we can’t keep looking, we’ve looked everywhere.”

“Have you looked in the drain pipes? Along the river?” you asked. Victor looked at Belch. “Please, you can’t just give up on him, you can’t!”

“You think we ain’t been looking?! You wanna go look for him?!” Henry suggested coldly. Your jaw tensed, and you stood up straight.

“I will. I’ll look for him,” you told him, pushing past him and climbing over the railing, starting to slide carefully down the bank.

“Wait, Y/N!” Victor called, he and Belch hurrying towards the rail to look down at you. You didn’t say anything, sliding down until you reached the bottom, then walking down the path towards the river, where Belch told you Patrick had gone. You walked along the water, looking for any sign that he had been there. You couldn’t give up on him. You just couldn’t.

As you kept walking, you stopped at the first drain pipe entrance, and looked inside, pushing the vines aside. You pulled your flashlight out of your jacket (you had brought a knife, some bandages, and a flashlight just in case Henry had let you go with them), and turned it on, starting to walk through the murky water. You shown the light into one of the tunnels, then continued straight. It was all just water and trash and dead leaves, but it still gave you the creeps.


You turned quickly, hearing your name whispered quickly somewhere behind you, and heard footsteps. You walked carefully closer to where you’d heard it from, and could have sworn you saw someone run into the tunnel to the side. You paused, carefully getting your knife out of your jacket, then started forward again. As you reached the tunnel, your flashlight flickered and turned off. You swore, and hit the side, trying to start it back up.


You looked up, seeing the outline out a figure at the end of the tunnel, your breath caught in your throat.

“I thought no one was gonna find me… but you did…”

“Patrick?” you breathed, starting to move closer.

“I knew you would find me… you wouldn’t let me go away so easily, you wouldn’t let me leave you and the baby behind,” he whispered. You put your knife back in your jacket and tried hitting the flashlight again.

“Why are you down here, Patrick? Are you hurt? We’ve been looking for you all week,” you told him, fear suddenly coursing through you. “We’ve been worried about you.” He didn’t say anything for a moment. “Patrick, I can’t see you, come outside.”

“It’s nice down here, Y/N… You would like it down here. You and the baby would be happier here with me, I know you would… you would float…”

“Float?” you asked, stopping.

“We all float down here, Y/N. Come float with me… you’d like that, wouldn’t you, to be with me?”

“O-Of course, but not down here–”

“The baby can’t be out there, Y/N. That world isn’t real, we can’t be out there,” he told you. You frowned. You knew that Patrick had a weird way of looking at the world, but you had never understood it. “I want you to stay here with me. Come with me…”

“Patrick, what’re you talking about…?” you questioned, moving closer towards him again. “P-Patrick, just come with–”

“I love you, Y/N.”

You froze, your heart starting to beat faster as you let this sink in. “W-What…?”

“I love you. Please come with me, be with me,” he pleaded. The thought that he might be (probably was) lying to you terrified you. He had done terrible things, what if he was trying to lure you down here as one of his sick games? But then, why had he stayed here all week? Was this even Patrick you were talking to? “Don’t you want to be my family? That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“P-Patrick,” you whimpered, backing away from him suddenly. He started moving towards you, and you could see from his figure that it was him, it had to be. He walked into the light just a little and you gasped, falling backwards against the wall frantically. It was Patrick alright. But he was covered in blood, and he had what looked like a bite mark in his shoulder and neck, and one of his hands was gone, and his clothes were torn and soaking wet, and his eyes were completely white, and his mouth was open in a horrible grin, his teeth sharp and bloody, and water (or maybe drool) dripping down his chin. You gasped and cried out.

“You aren’t afraid of me, are you Y/N?” he asked, but his voice sounded wrong now, and the voice sounded like it was teasing you. Your mouth was just open in fear. “That was always what I loved about you, how afraid of me you were.”


You turned to look at the voice and your flashlight flickered back on. You looked forward again, only to see that no one was there… you stood frozen against the wall, seeing a tattered piece of bloodied, but definitely yellow shirt stuck to the grate across the pipe. Water splashed next to you as someone came closer, and you turned, seeing Belch. “What are you doing in here? We heard you screaming, are you okay?” he asked, concerned.

“I-I… he was…” you started, looking forward again. “I thought I saw… I saw… a-and he had… on his neck, and his hand was gone, a-and–”

“Y/N, calm down, I don’t understand,” he tried, shaking his head. You pointed towards the tattered piece of cloth against the grate.

“T-That’s a piece of his shirt,” you managed to say. He frowned and looked at where you were pointing, walking towards it carefully and peeling it off of the metal.

“Jesus…” Belch looked horrified to see the piece of his friend’s shirt, just proving to him that he was dead, and that something horrible had happened to kill him. He looked down as something hit his foot and his mouth fell open. “Oh… fuck… h-hand, there’s a hand!”

You found the strength to walk forward and quickly stopped next to him, seeing the hand floating in the water at your feet. “N-No…” you breathed. “I told you! His hand was gone, I told you!” You bent down to pick it up without thinking much of what you were grabbing.

“Oh my God, don’t touch it!” Belch tried. You ignored him, looking at the bloody, severed appendage. It was definitely Patrick’s, the silver rings on two of the slightly water-swollen fingers matched his. You tried to pull them off, not really sure what had come over you. “Y/N, stop!”

“No! It’s all I’ll have left!” you cried, getting one of the rings off. He looked horrified as you started the second one. “It’s all we’ll have left of him…”

You got the second ring off and dropped the hand back into the water, leaning against him Belch weakly, holding the rings tightly in your hand, but your legs unable to hold you. He grabbed you and lead you carefully out of the pipe, helping you down as you reached the outside.

“Son of a bitch,” Henry snapped, jumping of of the path when he saw where you and Belch had come from. “Are you crazy? Goin’ in there all alone!?” He started hurrying over with Victor as you sat down on a rock outside of the pipe. “What, you wanna end up like–”

“Henry,” Belch whispered. You could tell he was trying to say it quietly so that you couldn’t hear him, but you could. “We found a hand…” Henry looked shocked. “His hand… we found his hand…”

“Fuck,” Victor said.

“H-He’s in there. I know he is, I-I heard him, he was… talking to me,” you told them. They looked down at you, then at each other, then Victor sat down on the rock next to you. “I-I saw him, he looked dead, he had this big bite taken out of his shoulder and his hand was gone, b-but he was talking to me…”

“You’re probably just in shock, Y/N…” he explained calmly, trying to get you to look at him. “That happens, I think. You’re probably just having trouble–”

“No, no, I saw him, it was him, and he said he wanted me to come with him–”

“Y/N,” Henry said shortly. You looked up at him. “There’s no one in there. Maybe Patrick was in there at some point, maybe he went in there to find the fat kid and whoever’s been taking kids got him, but he ain’t there now. You found his fucking hand. He’s dead.”

You felt your lip trembled and you started crying again. Holding the rings more tightly in your hands, you touched your stomach absentmindedly and sobbed loudly. This couldn’t be. Patrick couldn’t be gone, there was no way….

Victor stood you up carefully and the four of you started back towards the car. He kept a hand on you, just to make sure you didn’t faint or something, and Henry went ahead with Belch.

“He would’a killed that baby,” Henry mumbled to his friend. You had a feeling you weren’t meant to hear it, but you could hear it perfectly. Belch looked at him, shocked.

“Henry, that’s–”

“No. You don’t understand. He didn’t think we were real, he didn’t want anyone else to exist. He would’a thought the baby was real and he’da killed it,” he explained quietly. “He did it once, he'da done it again.”

“What’dya mean, he did it once?” Belch hissed.

Henry shook his head. “Nevermind…” he sighed. “It don’t matter no more. He’s gone. We gotta forget about it and move on.”

No matter how badly you wanted to speak up, you couldn’t bring yourself to, only crying silently as Victor helped you up the hill. Patrick was gone. That reality was seeping into your heart and making your body feel numb with pain. How were you supposed to continue? What were you supposed to do? You hadn’t been ready for this, you hadn’t had one moment to call him yours, not really.

Deep down, you somehow knew that Henry’s words were true. He wouldn’t have cared, he wouldn’t have taken care of you or the baby. He didn’t understand people enough to make the effort. But still, you had had hope that he would learn, that seeing your baby would put a little human into him. Now you would never know.

No one made a big fuss out of Patrick going missing. Barely any posters had gone up to say he was missing. It wasn’t the same as that Veronica girl, or Georgie Denbrough, or Betty Ripsom. And as soon as Ed Corcoran went missing, it was like Patrick hadn’t even existed. His parents didn’t care, the town didn’t care. Victor and Belch stopped talking about him, Henry acted like he had never known him, giving you weird looks whenever you said his name. Henry just kept getting angrier and acting more violent as July and August rolled around. You felt alienated from them now, like you were just there because you had nowhere else to go. And they kept you around, probably out of guilt and pity.

While the rest of them forgot, you remembered. You remembered because you kept his rings on a chain around your neck. You remembered because you still had some of his clothes in your room. You remembered because when you told your parents that you were pregnant, they had a moment of remembering him too, and cursing that of all people, he had been the one to give you a child. You remembered because you saw him every night in your sleep. And sometimes, when you would walk near the river, you swore you could see him in the distance. You knew that Henry and Victor and Belch would remember him too, as soon as the baby was born. It was his, after all. It would look like him.

In nine months, your baby would be the only real proof that Patrick Hockstetter had ever existed, since no one else seemed to care enough to keep him alive. Why would they keep alive what they couldn’t understand?

A/N: Well there it is! I hope you guys liked it! I’ll have more stories out soon, I promise! I have two more in the works, and a ton more on my list! Thanks for reading! 

body language analysis series;

(1/7) Jeon Jeongguk ;

The way he carries himself; with Jeongguk in particular there’s a big difference between the him off today (YNWA era) and let’s say, Debut era, because he was just lil baby back then. So, he hadn’t yet developed his personality quite as strongly, he was still growing into himself quite a bit.

Jeongguk’s current day body language is the only thing I’ll be addressing because it’s the most relevant and actuate of his adult/developed personality.

Anyways, Jeongguk’s body language is CRISP, oh boy he’s super duper easy to read. This is pretty heavily due to the fact that he’s a physical person in general, less verbal, he tends to rely on physical intent and expressions to communicate his thoughts and feelings. So when/what he’s feeling, it tends to light up like Christmas lights, even if he isn’t saying how he’s feeling verbally, it reflects so super clearly.

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I Understand

Originally posted by painfulblisss

Pairing: Ivar X Reader

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: none that I can really think of, the dirty do is very implied tho, I hope it’s still to your liking!

@cutiepiepotatoes request: 

Whether its five minutes or a few seconds, you and Ivar always dissolve into fights furious enough to shake the walls. Despite that, it’s rare for a certain unspoken line to be crossed. That is until Aslaug locks you two in a room to sort out your near non-existent differences, only to frustrate you both to a boiling point of honesty.

“If you are going to act like children then you will be punished like children.” Aslaug chimed through the door. You yanked on the locked handle, a flash of anger igniting higher when the only other person in the small room with you shouted in an equal fury.

“Mother this is ridiculous! Open the door!”

She was toying with you both, stroking the already double inferno of rage locked safely behind the door. Queen Aslaug always bore a smile in your company, though you weren’t sure why. Not that you two didn’t get along or shared many interests, but whenever you and your family came to visit, Hel broke loose. Something that entertained Aslaug endlessly. But it was a bit strange given it involved her youngest and favored son, you and Ivar spitting venom at each other whenever in the same room for five minutes.

Even now you could hear the smile in her words. “I am going for a walk. Hope you two decide to be well behaved by the time I get back.”

Both you and Ivar called, begging and fighting for a release from each others presence. A silence came waiting for her response and you both slumped realizing she was already gone. In a last fit you kicked the door, crossing your arms pouting and refusing to turn around and face Ivar. “This is your fault.”

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Professional (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! This was a fun one to write and I hope you enjoy putting your eyes on it.
Warnings: none, maybe light smut
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader is a new member to the BAU team and shows Spencer up constantly so he ends up getting annoyed and brings it up to her? And when he does, she starts teasing him, he gets annoyed and then when they both get frustrated, they end up making out in the broom closet only to be found out by the rest of the team
Requested by: @anon
Upcoming Imagine: Spencer and the reader were best friends…
You walked into the BAU with coffee in one hand and files in the other, and you needed your wallet out of your back pocket.
You quickly looked around, needing assistance until you saw a tall, brown haired man.
“Hey you.” You said making him turn around quickly and smile.
“Hi.” He said with a small smile and a wave.
“Do you mind getting my wallet out of my back pocket?” You said turning around and jutting your hip out.
The man stared at your wallet and froze.
“I uh…” he stammered, lost for words.
You turned and looked at his red face, confused and scared.
“I would get it but my arms are full.” You said with a small laugh as he awkwardly fiddled with his hands.
“I'm… um I don't…” he stuttered.
“Are you doing to take it out of my pocket or not?” You said after sighing.
His mouth opened and closed and you decided to take that as a no and you turned around with a huff, finding a dark skinned man and you grabbed his attention before asking the same favor, which he did with ease.
“Thank you.” You said as he set it with the files in your hand.
“No problem sugar.” He said with a dashing smile.
Throughout the day you met the team, and since today everyone was going through files, it was a chill day.
You really hit it off with Derek and Emily, but there was this tension between you and Spencer, the man who refused to take your wallet out of your back pocket.
“Yeah pretty boy has a germ thing, he doesn’t like to shake hands so don’t expect to be in a radius of 5 feet close to him.” Derek said with a smile as Spencer blushed.
“That explains why he was so scared to take my wallet out of my pocket.” You said as you bit your lip as you looked at him.
“I wasn’t scared it was just… in your back pocket.” He muttered under his breathe.
“He probably just didn’t want to touch your ass.” Derek said with a laugh.
“And you did?” You asked Derek, changing the teasing to him now.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw Spencer’s hands ball up in fists as he turned around and walked to his desk, not wanting to be a part of the conversation.
“It was relevant okay? It’s what I do on a daily basis so your going to have to deal with it.” Spencer said.
You had teased him about the unrelevant talking he does after every word you say, triggering a small argument.
“Do I have to deal with your passive aggressive sass as well?” You asked with a small laugh.
He was definitely classified as passive aggressive, which is one of the worst things to be, because it gets on everyone’s nerves very quickly, you had found out.
Spencer blushed and continued drawing nonsense on the map that wasn’t even related to what you were doing.
You grabbed a marker and drew a smiley face next to what he was doing and capped the pen with a satisfied smile.
Spencer stopped and looked down at you before erasing it.
You gasped and drug your fingers over what he was doing.
“That was professional.” He said erasing the rest of it before redrawing it.
“It’s not very professional to give me a hard time on my first day.” You teased.
“It’s not professional to ask a coworker to touch your ass on the first day either.” He snapped before throwing the pen in the garbage. “It ran out of ink.” He said before walking away, which you quickly followed.
“I’m making you mad aren’t I?” You asked with a grin.
“I’m not mad.” He said taking out his keys after he stopped at a door.
“I think you are. I’m not supposed to profile my coworkers but your behavior is screaming ‘mad’.” You said before he opened the door quickly, revealing the supply closet as he scanned the shelves for dry erase markers.
“You could’ve just used the one I had. Oh wait, it probably had my germs on it.” You said, making him slam the door and press you to the back of it.
“I told you the doctors mad.” You said biting your bottom lip.
“You wanted me to touch you didn’t you? That’s why you asked me to take the wallet out of your pocket.” He said as his mouth was dangerously close to yours.
“Well it looks like you missed your chance pretty boy.” You said fixing his tie.
You weren’t going to be the one to give in.
Blush rose to his cheeks as you had your hands on him, his stayed at his waist unsure of what to do with them.
“Unless you want a second chance…” you said taking his hands and setting them on your hips.
His mouth dropped open and closed again like earlier, unsure of what to say.
“Speak Spencer.” You said making him blink quickly, his lips too perfect to resist.
You pulled his tie down and locked your lips with his.
He moaned into the kiss as you looped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you soaked in his delicious scent.
His hands moved down to cup your ass in his large hands, making you break the kiss.
“There you go pretty boy.” You said dragging your thumbs over his lips as he was catching his breathe.
Spencer lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist before he pushed you into the perpendicular wall.
You hit the wall with a thud as Spencer’s tongue raided your mouth.
You pulled on his hair as he squeezed your ass, but both of you were interrupted by the sound of the door opening.
Spencer practically dropped you on your feet as Emily’s face appeared, her mouth dropped open at the sight of both of you heavily breathing and Spencer’s hair more of a mess than it already was.
“I’m telling Derek.” She said in a teasing tone, before you knew it, you and Spencer walked out of the closet and you both earned grins and stares.
You both went back to your own desks, but before you two parted you whispered, “That was professional.”

swagness2001  asked:

Have you ever thought about writing something where Rock Lee time travels? His lack of chakra or however you choose makes him the safest option or something. And he claims to be Gai's brother or something. I don't know. I just figured you would get a kick out of it.

“Excuse me,” Tenten says with chilling sweetness. “You want to what?”

It says something about how many times Tenten has kicked his ass in sparing, Shikamaru thinks in amusement, that Naruto twitches back out of range of Konoha’s Weapons Mistress with just as much speed as he uses in getting out of Sakura’s range.

“It’s the best solution,” Naruto says, and if it’s a little weak that can probably be excused given how Tenten’s eyes are flashing dangerously. “It won’t work if the traveler’s chakra shifts at all during the trip, and Lee’s the only one we can be certain will manage that. I’d send Gai, but—”

“So,” Tenten interrupts, and Shikamaru takes a discrete step out of range. When Tenten abandons politeness, especially to the Hokage, it usually ends with someone being turned into a pincushion. “You’re going to send Lee back in time to lie repeatedly to everyone he knows in the hope that he can stop Madara from coming back to life for a second time.”

“…Yes?” Naruto asks tentatively, and Shikamaru closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

Tenten goes for a scroll, and Shikamaru ducks for cover behind the desk as Naruto starts screaming.

By the time he surfaces several minutes later, the office is peppered with kunai, shuriken, and various other well-maintained weaponry, and Tenten looks satisfied as she looms over her cowering Hokage, rerolling one of her scrolls.

“Not alone, you’re not,” she says decisively. “I’m the only one in Konoha good enough to completely seal my chakra away. You’re going to send me, too.”

“That’s dangerous,” Shikamaru feels the need to point out, and when Tenten turns to him and raises a pointed brow he lifts his hands in surrender. “We have no idea how long the trip will be, and too much time with your chakra sealed will kill you.”

“I know.” Tenten meets his eyes squarely. “But I’m not letting Lee face that alone. He’s one of the best shinobi in the world, but he’s also my teammate.”


“How troublesome,” Shikamaru mutters, watching the world turn to sunsets and crashing waves as Lee throws himself at his genin teammate. Tenten manages to set her feet enough to keep from being bowled over, and even though she rolls her eyes as she pats him on the back, she looks distinctly fond.

“Your youthful spirit of friendship has moved me to tears!” Lee sobs into her cheongsam. “The spirit of our teamwork is too mighty to ever taste defeat, Tenten! Together we will save the world!”

“Yes, yes,” Tenten sighs, though she’s smiling. Over Lee’s shoulders, she meets Naruto’s gaze. “Naruto, if anything can contain Madara for the rest of eternity, it’s the Treasured Tools of the Sage, and I’m the only one in the world who can use them. Besides,” her voice is wry, “Lee can’t lie to save his life. I can.”

Naruto picks himself up from the weapon-littered floor, wincing a little as Kurama’s chakra takes care of most of the wounds. “All right,” he says finally. “Lee, you’re sure you want to do this?”

“Yosh!” Lee salutes him enthusiastically, offering Tenten a beaming smile. “I will tell Gai-sensei I am his long-lost brother!”

If there’s anyone who will believe it, it’s Gai, Shikamaru thinks wryly. He glances at Tenten, raising a brow, and she crosses her arms over her chest, scowling at him. “Uzumaki Tenten, at your service,” she says primly, and casts a glance at Naruto. “If you don’t object?”

Naruto’s grin is practically blinding. “I’ll adopt you into the family and make it official!” he agrees, bouncing on his toes. “You’re definitely good enough at sealing to be an Uzumaki anyway, believe it!”

Lee flashes into a victory pose. “Team Gai will save the world, have no fear!” he cries.

“What he said,” Tenten agrees cheerfully, and reaches out to grab the kunai that Naruto just pulled out of his shoulder. “Hey, don’t just drop my favorite kunai on the ground! That’s rude!”

Naruto splutters. “Rude? You’re the one that threw it at me!”

Well. Shikamaru looks them over, Lee with his flailing enthusiasm and Tenten locked in her argument with the Hokage over her beloved weapons, and snorts quietly to himself.

Madara won’t even know what hit him.

Hamilton Song Titles by me (all)
  • Alexander Hamilton: DO NOT FORGET MY NAME
  • Aaron Burr, Sir: Shut The F Up by Aaron Burr
  • My Shot: Squad Goals
  • Story of Tonight: Drunk Frat Boys
  • The Schuyler Sisters: FEMINISM!...and Peggy
  • Farmer Refuted: Stick To The Status Quo
  • You'll Be Back: Yandere England
  • Right Hand Man: Meet Your New Dad
  • A Winter's Ball: Chicks Dig Founding Fathers
  • Helpless: Awwwwwwwwwww
  • Satisfied: Eponine Learned How To Rap
  • Story of Tonight(reprise): Drunk(er)Frat Boys
  • Wait For It: We Have To Make You Like The Bad Guy
  • Stay Alive: WHEEEEEEEEEE
  • Ten Duel Commandments: The Only Time A Good Guy Wins A Duel
  • Meet Me Inside: You're Not My Real Dad!
  • That Would Be Enough: Awwwwwww Part 2
  • Guns And Ships: French Fuckboy Raps Fast
  • History Has It's Eyes On You: Don't Fuck Up Now
  • What Comes Next: Awesome. Wow.
  • Dear Theodosia: I'm a Dad Yay / LOOK AT MY SON
  • Laurens' Interlude: OH OK HE DIED ANYWAY THAT'S FINE
  • Non-Stop: You Are Filled With Determination
  • What'd I Miss?: 'Tis I, Your Local Asshole
  • Cabinet Battle #1: EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY
  • Take A Break: Awwwww Jr. / Just Chill
  • Say No To This: YOU HAD ONE JOB ALEX
  • The Room Where It Happens: Burr Is Salty
  • Schuyler Defeated: I Thought You Were My Friend Wtf
  • Cabinet Battle #2: Daddy's Callin
  • Washington On Your Side: The Bad Guys Squad
  • One Last Time: I'm Tired, I Wanna Go Home
  • I Know Him: Why Is This Guy Still Here?
  • The Adams Administration: Ooooh Hamilton's Pissed Now
  • We Know: Even The Bad Guys Are Judging You Alex
  • Hurricane: ALEX NO
  • The Reynolds Pamphlet: GOD DAMNIT ALEX
  • Burn: Look What You Did Alex, She's Burning Things
  • Blow Us All Away: Don't Do Duels Kids
  • Stay Alive (reprise): I'm Not Crying, You Are
  • It's Quiet Uptown: *Ugly Crying*
  • The Election Of 1800: Hillary Or Trump?
  • Your Obedient Servant: Passive Agressiveness/Sexual Tension
  • Best Of Wives And Best Of Women: Awwwww Part 3
  • The World Was Wide Enough: Congratulations, You Shot Your Only Friend
  • Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: Burr, Hamilton, Lin-Manuel Miranda