lousy kids

Waking Days Ch1 - Enter Bill Cipher

A/N: Helllooo and thank you for being so patient with me. I know, I know, with that little joke I had it coming, but look, I’ve finally delivered!

I took a long while with figuring out a title for the long fic, and I may change it later, but this is what I’ve got for now, so feedback is appreciated. (And yes, the chapter title is literally the same one as from Flat Dreams. I am a nerd.) Enjoy, you guys. :3

Warning: Implied substance abuse. 

AU by @doodledrawsthings. Based on Flat Dreams by @pengychan.

“He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache.”

W. Shakespeare, Cymbeline

Ever since he took that deal, he’d been regretting it.

Looking back now, he would take a million years in that stone tomb over what that giant salamander had subjected him to. He hadn’t expected on getting his power back, not really, but the least that jerk could do was give him a proper form. Hell, or at least keep him a triangle. But he’d never expected this. He’d been thrown into this form with no directions, no explanation except “You must absolve your crime.”

Yeah, great, what the hell did that even mean.

He hated it. He hated everything about this stupid body, about this weak pitiful meat sack that frilly asshole decided to shove him in. He had nothing, no power, no immortality, no means of escape. And if that wasn’t enough, he was slowly dying. He could even feel it. The slow, painful way each cell was loosing its energy. In just a few decades he would degrade, grow cold and end up feeding worms before he knew it, if this sack of flesh didn’t give up on him even sooner. After watching humans for so long, he’d seen just how easily they could die, hell he’d even been the cause of a lot of them. He’d found it funny, how easily they can break.

He didn’t now.

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anonymous asked:

I have this thought that keeps popping in my head that we might be headed to a ziam interaction and this was like a trade off. He answers Dan's question in this way and u can interact with Zayn in public. I might not be right but it's just a thought I can't shake. But I agree that Liam was making a joke about the titanic, he has a strange sense a humor sometimes :) thanks for everything!

Yes, my Anon, Liam has a “plutonian” sense of humour that due to his young age he cannot handle. But still, this does not excuse what was said simple because it was not a joke…  

But to answer the other part of your message, I hope to God you’re right, but I don’t thnk that Liam and Zayn will be allowed to publically interract at this point of the game. Liam is supposed to be on “hiatus” from the band (where he and Zayn coexisted), on a track for a solo career and of course playing father to Grizzly Bear (OK, so Liam’s has a weird sense of humour but not so much as to name his kid “Bear Grey” and call it “cub”, FFS!). There’s no part for an offical meeting/reconciliation, unless they ‘accidentally” bump into each other in some concert or event… 

And it’s not just Dan’s leading questions, it’s in otehr interviews too, so this tells me that it’s part of the master plan… For the time being (!) I can only hope Liam’s team get their head out of their ass and let Liam’s music speak for itself without creating controversy and cheap drama

The Demon Next Door [M]

Warnings: This is a Rated M+ story. Read at your own risk. This is not a fluffy smut. There are parts that may bother some readers so please remain conscious of this.

A/N: This is gonna be a new series but it’ll be kind of darker than what I usually write. Tell me what you think

He moved months ago. I noticed him on the first day when a moving truck was parked in front of the house next door. It was late in the afternoon and I had just gotten home from class. I glanced over at the house as I got out of my car. The lights were on and the front door was open. A couple boxes were situated on the drive way. Suddenly, a male walked out of the house and his eyes quickly landed on me. A smile spread on his lips.
“Hey neighbor!” He said cheekily and made his way to the property line.
“O-oh Hi,” i smiled awkwardly and walked towards him. “Its nice to meet you”
“Same here….I’m Ten by the way” He held out his hand.
“____,” I shook his hand. “So how do you like the neighborhood so far?”
“Its nice” He nodded.
“Well that’s good..” I nodded. “You have a lot of boxes to load huh?”
“Yeah” Ten sighed. “It’s going to take me all night to get everything unpacked”
“Do you need any help?” I asked, trying to be friendly.
“That’s fine. You’re probably busy” Ten shrugged with a smile. I felt my cheeks heat up slightly. He was in reality really attractive and the way the afternoon sunlight hit his face made him almost glow.
“No, I honestly have nothing going on” I laughed. “I’ve finished my classes for the week so I have the weekend free”
“Oh, well then I could use the extra help I guess” Ten shrugged.
“Okay. Let me just put my stuff away and change” I smiled before heading inside my own home.

Hours passed as I helped Ten get unpacked.
“Why do you have so much stuff” I whined as I helped him set the last of his things in his room.
“I don’t know.” Ten chuckled as he loaded his clothes into his dresser.
“It’s 1 in the morning Ten. We’ve been at this for 7 hours” I collapsed onto his bed, feet dangling off the side.
“And I really appreciate that” He closed his dresser and went to lay down next to me. “It’s good to know that I have nice neighbors”
“Well FYI, I’m the only nice one” I laughed. “All the other neighbors are obnoxious kids with lousy parents and then cranky seniors”
“Then I’m glad I live next to you” Ten smiled.
It was oddly comfortable hanging out with Ten even though we had just met. I smiled slightly. It was going to be nice having a normal neighbor.

At least I thought he was normal…..but I soon found out things pertaining to Ten would be anything but normal.

A yawn escaped my lips and I stretched my arms, unconsciously arching my back in the process. Ten stared at me with an unreadable expression. I turned my head to face him and raised an eyebrow.
“Is there something on my face?” I frowned and sat up.
“No” Ten stated lowly and sat up as well.
“Oh..” my cheeks heated up slightly.
“You know ___,” Ten’s hand reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re really pretty.” Something felt off suddenly.
“T-Thank you..” I scooted away slightly.
“Im serious. You’re beautiful” He softly whispered.
“Thanks…umm….you know,” I stood up, “It’s getting late. I should go home,”
“What’s the rush?” He smiled wickedly and the doors and windows suddenly slammed shut.
“What the Fu-” My words got caught in my throat when I looked over at Ten. His eyes turned a bright shade of red before returning to their brown color.

My first impulse was to run, and so that’s what i did. I tried to open the door but It was stuck. I still frantically tried to open it.
“There’s no use” Ten was suddenly behind me. His arms encircled my waist and my breathing hitched. “You’ve been caught”
“Let go of me!” I exclaimed and pushed him away before running to the other side of the room. I tried to open the windows but those were closed too. “HELP!” I began to scream.
“No one will hear you” Ten smirked and sat onto the bed.
“What are you? What do you want from me?” I shook in fear.
“I’m a demon,” Tens eyes flashed red. “And I’ve lived in the underworld for all my existence. If you saw the demon women, you’d be utterly repulsed. Now human women, like yourself, are different. They draw us to them with a scent. Your scent grabbed my attention.”
“What the fuck do you mean?? I never tried to draw anyone in,” I took a step back.
“You don’t try ___” Ten laughed and rested his elbows on his thighs. “It just happens….and you, oh you give off such a sweet scent. I don’t know how no one else got to you.” I stayed silent, too scared to say anything. A chuckle left Ten’s lips. “It’s been too long since Ive gotten out of that hellhole. I wanna have some fun tonight,”
“Y-you can’t make me do anything” I stuttered.
“On the contrary,” Ten smirked. “Come here”
I felt myself walking towards him. I knew I shouldn’t but something made me walk forward and I stopped right in front of him. He pulled me closer so that I was standing between his legs. He brought his lips to my neck, sucking on the skin and letting his tongue roam over the now colored skin. My hands shakily grabbed his sleeves and I closed my eyes, trying to escape the present. I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning and giving him any satisfaction. Ten pulled away slightly and stood up. He lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it to some corner of the room before turning me around and pushing me onto the bed. He tossed his own shirt to the side and moved atop me, ushering me further up the bed.
“Kiss me” He commanded. I propped myself up onto my elbows and hesitantly brought my lips to his. Ten immediately kissed me back. His tongue immediately darted into my mouth and caught mine. He was passionate, i couldn’t deny it and it would have felt great if it weren’t for the circumstances at hand. Ten continued to kiss me and his hands began to move to my stomach. His fingers traced my exposed skin causing me to shiver. A gasp left my lips when he moved his mouth down my chest and stomach, stopping right above the hem of my shorts. Ten slid 2 fingers underneath my shorts and pulled them down and off my legs.
“Do you want me to make you scream” Ten asked.
“N-no..” I responded weakly, causing Ten to raise a brow.
“I guess that’s too bad” He smirked and slid his fingers into my panties. “You say no yet you’re so wet”

One finger. He began to pump it inside of me at a quick pace.
Two fingers. My breathing got heavy and my hands reached down to stop him. He simply grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head.
3 fingers. I was resisting the urge to moan. A bitter pleasure swept through me as he went faster.
Suddenly, his thumb began to rub against my clit and that’s when I lost it.
“Ten!” I gasped, feeling a warm feeling erupt in my stomach. “Aaah~”
“That’s what I like to hear” Ten licked his lips. I was so close to the edge. The pressure in my stomach continued to increase but before I could release, Ten pulled out. I panted for air and stared at Ten. He was hovering right above me now.
“You seem to really want this now” He smiled.
“Fuck you” I spat out without thinking.
“In time” Ten responded. “But first, lets see if you taste as good as you smell” He moved down again, letting go of my wrists this time. His face was directly in front of my womanhood. I tried to push him away but he didn’t budge.
“___, if you don’t play nice, Im going to put you right on the edge over and over again and not let you release” His words made me stop. He smirked and attached his lips to my core. My breathing was uneven as his tongue licked a swipe against my folds. My hands tangled themselves in his hair and my eyes closed. This felt so good but it felt so wrong.
Ten began to dart his tongue in and out of my womanhood, causing me to let out a soft moan. The pressure was back and this time, I released over Ten’s face. He lapped up my juices before coming back up to kiss me. I let out a whine of dismay but Ten continued to move his lips against mine.
“You tasted amazing,” He whispered against my lips. “But I think it’s my turn now” Ten got off the bed and took off his pants and boxers with one pull before climbing over me again. My eyes stared at his cock. It was bigger than what I was used to. He moved up this time so that his pelvis was right in front of me.
“Suck” he commanded. I parted my lips and licked his tip, tongue sliding over the slit. A low groan escaped Tens lips and I took him deeper. I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock and started to bob my head.
“___ you’re so good” Tens arms that were next to me shook slightly, threatening to give in. I continued to suck on his cock, hollowing my cheeks in the process. Ten let out another moan and suddenly began to thrust into my mouth. Surprised by his movement, I stopped bobbing my head. This only led Ten to quicken his pace. His dick hit the back of my throat, causing tears to well up in my eyes. My name continually left his lips as he thrusted into my mouth. His pace quickened but he soon pulled out.
“Turn around” he said. I scrambled onto all fours and faced the other way. Ten’s hands traced my ass before giving it a smack. I let out a whine at the sensation.
“I hope you’re ready for what’s next” He stated lowly before positioning himself in front of my core.
“Aahh~” a loud moan left my lips as he pushed himself inside me.
“You feel so good ” He groaned and started to thrust inside me. His pace was excruciatingly slow and it made me go crazy. Breathy groans left my lips as this continued.
“Do you want me to go faster?” Ten suddenly asked. I let out a soft yes.
“Beg for it” He stopped moving and pulled out before flipping me onto my back. He stared down at me with dark eyes.
“N-no” I mumbled. I didn’t want to plead. Ten raised an eyebrow at this and smirked.
“Alright then” He pushed himself back in but his pace was still slow, probably even slower. He went deeper this time and suddenly hit a spot that made me see colors.
“Ten!” I screamed unconsciously. Ten smirked and began to direct his thrusts away from this spot. My eyes caught his and I bit my lip.
“Beg” he smiled. I wanted it. I wanted it so bad.
“Ten…” I gasped. “Please..go faster.”
“Louder” he commanded.
“Go faster please,” I cried out. His thrusts immediately gained momentum and my hands reached up and grabbed his shoulders. Moans filled the room as he went deeper with each thrust. He hit the spot again and I pulled him closer. He continued to hit the same spot over and over again.
“Ten~~” I gasped.
“You sound so beautiful when you moan my name” Ten brought his face closer to mine and kissed me. He was rough this time. His lips moved harshly against mine before pulling away. I could tell he was close. I was too. Warm pressure built itself up inside of me and I came over his dick. Ten continued to thrust into me until he came as well, filling me up with his seed.

My eyes suddenly widened. We hadn’t used protection. Ten caught sight of my expression and chuckled.
“You won’t get pregnant. The chance of a human being impregnated by a demon are less than 1%” He sighed and pulled out before collapsing next to me.

“How did you get drawn to my scent?” I asked. Ten looked over at me.
“I told you it intrigued me” He stated.
“But out of every woman in the world…why me?” A shiver ran up my spine as i thought about all the others who were caught.
“You’re special” Ten replied.

Special….. Was that what he called it?


‘You got a lousy taste in men, kid. He’s not so bad…He’s got a temper, but deep down he’s all fluff. Fact is he’s not like anybody I’ve ever known…All my friends are fighters….And here comes this guy who spends his life avoiding the fight because he knows he’ll win. Sounds amazing. He’s also a huge dork…Chick’s dig that.’

Having a kid with Tom Paris would involve:

  • It’ll be hard for Drifter Hotshot Tom Paris to give up being a drifter hotshot once he learns he’s having a baby
  • He is excited, but also nervous. Maybe even scared because what if he turns out to be a lousy dad. His kid deserves everything
  • But he is a good dad. Tom would always be there, giving them support and not judging them bc wow he’s done some things in his life that he isn’t proud of so who is he to judge
  • Is really good at making them laugh when they are sad there will be no child who is sad when Tom is around
  • Lowkey loves to hold and bounce the baby when they have to go to sleep so when he sees that you’re tired or something, Tom will just take the baby like “I got it don’t you worry”
  • Tries to be a strict parent. Is not
  • Oh, you’ll finish your homework after this episode? Okay sport. You want a cookie before dinner? Fine okay but don’t tell on me. It’s past your bedtime? Well you’re up anyway what’s a few more minutes
  • And then you wake up in the morning with both of them passed out in the living room
  • He’s the fun parent most of the time but he can get stern when he’s angry

Requested by Anon~

Favorite Scenes: Peter Shoots Broyles during Of Human Action (2.07)

[Peter shoots Broyles]


He took Peter.  Go after them.

Sir, we need to stop the bleeding.

The bullet went clean through, and I said go!

See what happens when you get out from behind the desk?

I’ve been shot before.

First time by one of the good guys, though.  Lucky for me you’re a lousy shot.

The kid wanted to shoot you in the head.  Lucky for you I was able to pull it off-center a bit.

You’re gonna hold this over my head for a long time, aren’t you?

Somehow, you’ll make it up to me. the head.

I Don’t Share (Jin)

Drabble game!

Send me a number + member and I’ll write you something!

Request : I saw you staring at each other, I just wasn’t sure if it was sexual tension or murderous rage.

Requested by deathbykpopfeels and anon.

Member requested : Jin

All eyes were on Jin. He looked around and shrugged, leaning forward to the girl to his right. The crowd hooted and yelled and he smashed his lips against hers, cupping the back of her neck with his hand as he moved his lips against hers. You felt your face heat up; you weren’t sure whether it was anger or embarrassment as you got up and left the room.

Okay, so it was spin the bottle at a massive house party. And alright, maybe you and Jin weren’t a thing yet. But you both knew it was inevitable. The way he always texted you, flirted with you, even his friends knew. And you had no place left in your mind for doubt about how strongly you felt about him. So why the hell had he made out with this girl right in front of you again? You could hear the crowd in the room get louder, and you felt sick, not wanting to know what Jin was doing to please the crowd now. You made your way over to the other end of the house, trying to look for Jungkook. Where is that guy when I need him most? Jeon Jungkook was your best friend since middle school, and right now, what you most needed was a little comfort. The rage burning hot in your chest, leaving a bad taste in your mouth, you looked around for your nearly 6 foot tall best friend until you finally spotted him. He was talking up some girl again, leaning in flirtatiously, and you rolled your eyes, dragging him away by the hand in the middle of their conversation.

“Hey, hey, hey! Woman, can you never see when I’m in the middle of something?” Jungkook whined over the extremely loud music. You rolled your eyes.

“Okay, so I need your help with something.” He groaned, before nodding once. You saw Jin at the other end of the room, and grinned. You both made eye contact for a second before you looked away, pretending like he wasn’t there. You took Jungkook by the collar and dragged him into one of the rooms before shutting the room door tight.

“Okay, so when if you’re done treating me like garbage, you’ll tell me what’s going on.”

“It’s an experiment,” you explained, messing up his hair, popping open a button or two. He raised an eyebrow.

“And why does that involve me?” You sighed, sending your own hair in a bit of a toss, setting your dress just a little askew.

“I need to make Jin jealous, okay? He made out with another girl.” Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“He did what? I’m going to break his jaw-” You stopped him before he exited.

“Trust me, this plan is better. We need to look like we made out, Kookie-ah. Hold still,” you said, whipping out your tinted lip gloss, smothering it over his face. He flinched, letting you.

“The final touch; we both have to hold our breath till we’re red in the face.” Two minutes later, you both exited, Jungkook mumbling something about things he did for the sake of friendship, and you grinning from ear to ear. Jin watched from a distance, ready to throw something.


Jin was holding his glass of alcohol in one hand, glaring over at you and Jungkook. Just friends, huh? I always knew that lousy kid had something more than friendship on his mind. Jin found himself nearly crushing the cup he was holding when Hoseok walked up beside him.

“Will you stop that?” Jin whipped around.

“Stop what?”

“Gawking.” Jin huffed.

“I’m not gawking, Hoseok.” Hoseok rolled his eyes.

“I saw you staring at each other, I just wasn’t sure if it was sexual tension or murderous rage.” Jin sighed, running his hands through his hair as he saw you laugh with Jungkook. He hadn’t missed any of it; the messed up clothes and hair, her lip gloss on his face.

“It’s a bit of both, actually. Excuse me a moment.” Jin had just seen you lean into Jungkook’s ear and whisper something and he had laughed, and Jin had drawn the line. He walked up to the two of you, grabbing your wrist. Jungkook’s eye glazed over in anger.

“Hey buddy, watch it. That’s my best friend you’re man handling.” Jin let go, a low growl escaping his lips.

“What are you going to do about it?”

“Hey, whoa. Jin, let’s talk.” You stepped in before anything got worse. You dragged him off into the room you had got Jungkook in and slammed the door shut. You were burning with irritation.

“What was that all about?” Jin widened his eyes.

“What the hell was that stint with Jungkook all about in here? What did you guys do?” Jin’s voice had dropped several octaves, laced in danger. You kept you calm; you were good at situations like this.

“That’s for me and Kookie to know.” Jin’s eyes flashed, and he took a step towards you.

“You know how I feel about you, babe. And I. Don’t. Like. To share.” He punctuated every word with a step towards you, till your bodies were lined up against the wall.

“Well then,” you whispered. “Why don’t you do something about it?” Hunger flashed in his eyes as he dipped his head to meet your lips.

Five minutes later, Hoseok walked in. “Jin, I’ve been-whoa. Weren’t you guys fighting?” He smirked.

“Occupied,” Jin growled, and Hoseok backed out, shutting the door. Relationships like that, Hoseok found himself thinking, were a fricking roller coaster, but Jin wouldn’t have it any other way.


“I was a really lousy artist as a kid. Too abstract expressionist; or I’d draw a big ram’s head, really messy. I’d never win painting contests. I remember losing to a guy who did a perfect Spiderman.”

Jean-Michel Basquiat

Romanoff and Banner: Bar Scene
  • <p> <b>Bruce Banner:</b> How does a nice girl like you wind up in place like this?<p/><b>Natasha Romanoff:</b> A fella done me wrong.<p/><b>Bruce Banner:</b> You got lousy taste in men, kid.<p/><b>Natasha Romanoff:</b> Well, he’s not so bad. He’s got a temper, but deep down he’s all fluff. Fact is, he’s not like anyone I’ve ever known.<p/><b></b> All my friends are fighters, but this guys spends his time avoiding fights because he knows he’ll win.<p/><b>Bruce Banner:</b> He sounds amazing.<p/><b>Natasha Romanoff:</b> He’s also a huge dork. Chicks dig that. So, what do you think? Should I fight this? Or should I run with it?<p/><b>Bruce Banner:</b> Run with it, right? Or…what did he do that was so wrong?<p/><b>Natasha Romanoff:</b> Not a single thing, but never say never…<p/></p>

This post is a post dedicated to MISTRESSOFTHEBLACK. To her memory.

We want to remember with a smile how much she loved Olivia and Fitz on Scandal, and Tony and Kerry and their love. We want to remember how funny and kind she was with the smiles and love of her favorite actors and characters.

We want to remember her humor and wit, and we want her to have it with her wherever she is now. We want to remember how even a joke, a humorous exchange, a smile, can make a difference.

We also want to remember how hateful anons make a difference as well. She didn’t deserve to receive anons from Olakers telling her to kill herself (yes, and we all know she wasn’t the only one) because, due to her life experiences and mindset, she hated OJ with a passion. She didn’t deserve to receive anons calling her fat and ugly, and telling her she didn’t deserve the love of a man. That led her to take a break… and then take her life. And before someone says anything, while a few of us saw and remember, I managed to recover some of the cached posts and have screencaps of some of those anons, with her replies.

All of you who send anons like that… you are effectively responsible for making someone else’s life more miserable and you are most definitely contributing to the fact they deem it so miserable they decide it’s not worth living it anymore. It’s time for all the coward anons to be called out for their shit. It’s time for all these irresponsible, hateful, lousy kids who send anons telling people to kill themselves over their dislike for a fictional couple, or telling them they are fat and ugly and don’t deserve to be loved, to be exposed for their wrongdoing. Yes you ARE responsible for contributing to the misery of a person, so much so that they take their life. You know who you are, and you should be ashamed for the rest of life for it. You probably won’t be because you are bottom dwellers, cowards hiding behind anon to belittle and insult others.

Remember this: WORDS MATTER. All of you who think “hahah it’s just an anon hahaha”. You contributed to taking a person’s life. And while some are strong and just tell you to go screw yourselves, that is NOT a good excuse to keep on going. You people, sending anons of whatever nature to insult others? You are scum.

Mistressoftheblack is resting in peace now, in what those who like me believe in a God deem a better and eternal life. But you, cowardly anons, did contribute to ending the life she had here on earth. Now she’s smiling and being happy… in your faces.

i may be going a little overboard with this peepers business. but ah well. working with spandex and eye patches is always fun tho. still not one hundo percent satisfied with my anatomy, but eh. also guns and hands are not my forte at all. so hope this suffices. more of this lousy eyeball nerd. 


…… .. .  remember thy’s thing where millie pinned up gav’s hair……. ..  well what if these two babysat millie while their managers were out drinking and couldnt hire anyone else so they were just…. hey we know a couple lousy kids that we trust enough with geoff’s kid right

not really but theyre good enough