maybe a made a weird sound

anonymous asked:

hey would you ever do a "what if harry potter had been a girl" story? or a trans girl? i don't know how much gender would change things except other people's perceptions but...

Hermione went to the library, when Harry first confided in her. Whatever the faculty, the administration, or the Ministry believed or didn’t believe, the Hogwarts library gave the children what they needed and always would.

Hermione came back with books and books on gender in wizarding history, on the spells and words wizards had used for centuries or decades or mere years, and she and Harry bent their heads together and figured out what words Harry felt best told her story. From her hometown library, after that first summer, Hermione brought back memoirs and brightly-colored pamphlets that Harry read through instead of finishing her Potions homework.

When Harry looked in the Mirror of Erised, she still saw her mother, her father, all her gathered, lost kin. The specter of her father gathered up her hands in his. Her mother pushed back the long dark hair Petunia had always made her cut short and she called her beautiful.

When she looked into it again, after Devil’s Snare and winged keys, giant chess and Ron lying prone on the floor, Hermione wringing her eleven year old hands in the potion riddle room– When Harry looked into the Mirror again, she saw herself, just herself. The girl in the mirror winked and smiled and slipped the Stone in Harry’s pocket. No matter what other wishes and want laid on her narrow shoulders, at the end of the day the thing Harry wanted most was to help. Harry brushed one hand over the lump of rock in her robe pocket, and then brushed her other over her mess of hair, which was feet shorter than the girl in the mirror’s.

She woke up in the hospital wing, bedside table piled high with candy.

Once Harry and Hermione had sussed out between them what the words were for what was going on here, they had explained it to Ron. Harry didn’t come out to anyone else until partway through second year, though, at the height of the Heir of Slytherin nonsense.

She was fed up, then. She just wanted to be left alone, and this wouldn’t help with that, but they were all already staring. Keeping this to herself felt like a vice around her chest. Hogwarts was supposed to be better.

After, Ron came almost to blows with anyone who goggled or sniffed or rolled their eyes. Seamas learned to swallow his tongue. Draco Malfoy didn’t. Hermione wrote up an explanatory note about appropriate pronouns in her best penmanship and then copied it with flicks of her wand. With Harry’s embarrassed permission, she gave it to every professor Harry had or would ever have.

Colin Creevey stopped her in the Great Hall with a tug on her sleeve. She turned, shoulders rising, and the kid said in his piping voice, “You’re still my hero.”

That was better than it could have been, but she wasn’t sure she liked the “still.”

Peeves, though he was nasty about everything else–ickle firsties and orphan girls–got it immediately. For all six years of her Hogwarts tenure, he dropped water balloons on the heads of anyone who misgendered her. Professor Binns never quite figured it out, but he didn’t know any student’s name. Nearly Headless Nick gallantly and somewhat awkwardly called her lady and tried to hold open doors for her, despite the fact that he couldn’t open them.

Snape called Harry “Mr. Potter” for all seven years that he was in Harry’s life. Around year three, Ron stopped counting the detentions he got for his increasingly sarcastic responses to this.

The whispers about the Heir of Slytherin grew louder and louder, keeping pace with “Uh, I thought it was the Boy Who Lived?” Fred and George Weasley took it upon themselves to walk Harry to and from class when they could, talking loudly enough to drown everything out.

Then Hermione got Petrified and the Heir whispers stopped abruptly. Harry, if she hadn’t been busy with Ron trading off reading their assigned textbooks aloud to Hermione in the infirmary, might have felt gratified that the whole school knew how much this bushy-haired kid meant to her. Alright, so they thought she might murder Muggleborns with a mysterious monster, or sic a snake on her opponent in a dueling club? But they knew she wouldn’t hurt Hermione for anything.

In the Chamber, she met Tom Riddle. He was supposed to be her mirror, though she didn’t quite know that yet. He was supposed to be her shadow, the chain around her ankle, the other half (or another eighth) of her story and his soul.

Ginny had been trying to speak for months– to tell someone, to open the diary and the bag under her bed full of chicken-blood-stained robes and to thrust them into the light. But Percy had shushed her, all his assumptions orbiting his own importance to her story. The teachers had patted her on the head. She had been frightened, eleven years old with Tom whispering in her ear, guiding her hands.

Harry had been trying to speak for years– to explain to someone the way she did not feel like Dudley, like Vernon, like the boys in the locker room at school. Hermione had listened. Hermione had given her books and books of people who felt like her. Ron had listened, and taught her wizard’s chess, and kicked Draco in the shins.

But here Harry was, standing alone– a red-haired lump at her feet, dark robes sodden with moldy water. Hermione was frozen. Ron was trapped behind a rock fall and Tom was pacing, gloating, glowing. Ginny was breathing. Ginny had to be breathing. Harry was going to save her. She had to, because no one had listened to the kid, not even Harry.

The phoenix tears left no scars on Harry’s arm. Riddle, the Chamber, the life going out of her, everything that had happened in that long year– none of it left scars on Ginny, or at least none that anyone could see.

When Harry got back to 4 Privet Drive that summer, she suffered through Aunt Petunia’s annual hair cut and then she curled up with Hedwig and wrote a letter. She wrote about the Muggle candies she missed when at Hogwarts, and how her cousin thought she was weird for being excited about summer homework. She asked Ginny how she was.

Ginny wrote back after a long week. She didn’t answer the question, but she wrote about helping Dad on the car, about the apple harvest coming, and Fred and George playing pranks on the ghoul in the attic.

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When They Can’t See (Part 1)

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Summary: When the reader is injured on a hunt and has trouble sleeping at night, she discovers that Dean has a lot more hidden pain than he let’s on…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,700ish

Warnings: language, injury

A/N: Hope you enjoy!…

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What It Means (Ethan)

Summary: You and Ethan are both Camp Counselors with a weird love-hate relationship going on.
Word Count: 3,496
Warnings: Lots of mentions of sex, sexual tension all around, sexual innuendos. Yeah.
A/N: I’ve tried to sooo hard to get my writing going, but work is sucking the energy out of me. I sincerely hope you like this imagine though! xx Also, sorry for any mistakes. I’m gonna edit this tomorrow!! xx

It was no secret that you and Ethan had a weird love-hate relationship. Some days you’d get along, and other days you’d fight like there was no tomorrow. You were both counselors at a Summer camp, this being the second year. You had met him last year and taken an immediate dislike to his cocky attitude and his confidence that he could get any girl to get on her knees for him. It pissed you off and you had wondered why the hell he had been hired in the first place. Some people would call it sexual tension, but you called it hate.

Some days, you would both get along but other days you were at each other’s throats. This was one of those days where he’d do everything in his power to annoy you, and you weren’t having it.

“Everyone pair up, grab a paddle boat and a vest. Please, stay safe and remember what we just went through.” You shouted over the sea of murmurs as the crowd dissipated to get their boats out.

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Loner - Veronica Lodge

Originally posted by kulo-ren

hi i was wondering if you could do a riverdale imagine where the (girl) reader is best friends with jughead and she has a huge crush on veronica? i know it’s kind of vague, but you can take it anywhere!! oh and maybe tag me in it? pretty please? ok love you bye💕

I’m sorry if it’s not what you’re looking for @ffremontt , if you want a different one feel free to message me.

Being associated with Jughead Jones had it’s ups and downs. While you were able to connect with a fellow intellectual, you never imagined the whispers that would come about. You dealt with it because, Jughead was a good friend and you couldn’t imagine your life without him; but there came a time when you wished you and your loner friend would get noticed.

That time was the first day of school after an eventful summer. You and Jughead had stayed close over summer, especially after the disappearance of Jason Blossom. Neither of you really cared for the Blossom twins, but the mystery of his disappearance, or death, interested  both of you. You found Jughead organizing his locker in the morning and rushed over.

“Hey Jug! Any updates?” He turned his head and gave you a grin. “The novel is coming along fine. I’m caught up so far, now we wait for whatever comes next.” You nodded at our friend, “Hopefully it’ll come soon,” you leaned closer to him, “I heard we have a new student.” His eyebrows quirked up in interest. You gaze was caught by the door at the end of the hall opening and a girl, who you had never seen before, walked in. Your jaw dropped as she strutted her way past where you and your friend were standing. Her dark hair rested perfectly on her shoulders and framed her face beautifully as she gave you a smile. You turned to watch her walk away and your face felt hot as she walked into the Dean’s Office. You heard Jug laugh and say, “And so the plot thickens.”

Jughead made sure that you didn’t forget about the morning and the beauty known as Veronica Lodge. “Skipping class with you isn’t going to worth it anymore if you’re just going to be annoying.” You said as you settled on the bleachers next to your friend. He just laughed, “Me, annoying?” You rolled your eyes and opened a bag of chips. You ate one and held the bag out to Jug who took one as well. You helped him polish up the draft of his novel, or what he had so far and you started on your homework.

“You have Journalism homework?” Asked Jughead as he ate another chip/. You groaned and nodded. “I didn’t do too well on my last assignment, so to keep up my grade, I have to go to the dance and write up an article about it.” He nodded, “Will it be published in the school newspaper?” You looked at the note your teacher gave you as a rubric for the article. “Yeah, it’ll be in next week’s copy.”

“Sounds cool,” he said taking another chip, “I won’t read it.”  You grabbed one of your folders and hit him the shoulder with it jokingly. “Jerk.” You muttered and his smiled dumbly. “Wait, did school end?” You asked upon seeing the football practice and some cheerleaders walking along the track. Jughead nodded and got back to typing away, but suddenly lifted his head and laughed. “What?!” You asked, leaning towards him. “Look who’s a cheerleader already!” You squinted and saw that it was Betty Cooper and Veronica walking the track. You almost fell off your seat in embarrassment. She looked adorable in the cheerleading uniform and it was just too much. “You should ask her to the dance, Y/N.”

You turned to face Jughead, your face beet red. “Why!?” You yelled, drawing the attention of the people below. You blushed harder when you saw Veronica looking up into the bleacher to where you were sitting. She gave you a wave, which you shyly return. “You’re going to the dance so you might as well go with someone.” You nodded at his words but turned back to him. “She’s hanging out with Archie though, and I don’t want that to-”

Jughead lifted a finger to silence you. “That doesn’t change anything. Just because I’m a reject doesn’t mean you have to be one too.” He gave to a happy look, “We will still be friends.” You smiled at him, which he tried to return. “Now go get the girl Y/N L/N.”

You made your way down the bleachers and to the track. You ran after the two girls who were still walking. When you finally made it to them, you felt the blush on your face deepen and the butterflies in your stomach start to storm. What if she didn’t even like girls? Maybe this was a mistake, but it was too late now. “Hi.” You said, you sounded so dumb.

“Hello there. You’re Y/N right?” Veronica asked, giving you the brightest smile you had ever seen. You nodded, “Yeah, and I was wondering if you would like to attend the back to school dance with me.” Betty looked at you then at Veronica, and slowly made her way towards one of the football players. “Oh?” Veronica asked, her eyebrows raised. Your heart sank, “Sorry if I weirded you out, I’ll just-” You were cut off by a warm pair of lips on your cheek. “You’ll see me at seven.” She said with a flirty tone, that her large brown eyes seemed to mimic. “I’ll see you at seven.” You repeated and with a sweet smile, she walked away.

You ran back up the bleachers to Jughead, with a stupid grin on your face. The moment you sat down, you let out a large breath you didn’t know you had been holding in. “She said yes!” You squealed excitedly. Jughead let out a laugh, “You have a little something right there.” He pointed at your cheek and you opened your front camera and saw the lipstick stain. You just smiled at your loner friend who, for the first time in a while, felt like maybe people weren’t so bad after all.

Stupid Sparks

AN: After watching supergirl I couldn’t get this out of my head. This is separate from my Supermom series.

Words: 1323

            There are super villains out there who would beg for this moment; to have Supergirl at their mercy, begging for their help. You however, you would do anything to be about a thousand miles away from her at this moment. You love Kara, you really do. She’s your best friend, and you’d do anything for her. Well… almost anything. “I don’t do blind dates.”

        “Please Y/N. Please. He’s distraught about the breakup. And he needs to get back out there, and you…”

        “What about me?”

        She winces, “Well, you haven’t been out on a date in over a year.”

        You frown, “I’ve been busy. I got that promotion at work, and you know Lew is an attention hog.”

        Kara’s face goes into a deadpan, “He’s a dog.”

        “He’s my baby,” You defend.

        You pause the conversation as the waitress brings your food. When she’s gone you ask, “What about Alex? She hasn’t dated in a while.”

        Kara just shakes her head, “Clark and Alex don’t really get along. It’s a tug of war situation.”

        “Blood vs. Nurture?”

        She just nods, “Yeah, pretty much. Anyways, please. For me.”

        Taking a deep breath, you lean back into your chair and stare at your best friend. You’d known Kara since you were eighteen. You’d been college roommates for four years, and another two after that. She knew your every secret, just like you knew hers. You’d known about her powers since she had shielded you in a car crash three months into sophomore year.

        “I won’t deal with mopey, and if he talks about how great Lois Lane is, I am out of there, and you’ll owe me breakfast for a year.”

        Kara just squeals, “Thank you, thank you so much. It’ll be fun, I promise. James and I will be there with you two, the entire time.”

        You just sigh, “A double date, a blind date, and first date all rolled up in one. You owe me big time.”

        She just smiles and says, “I really do.”

        Three days later you find yourself nervously waiting in a restaurant next to Kara. You’d never been the best at dating. You’d always found it awkward, trying to determine if you’re compatible with someone through a conversation. Looking for some sort of spark. To do so while your very in love best friend and her boyfriend made goo goo eyes at each other, was going to make it even worse.

        You’re midway through thinking up an excuse when Kara squeals. It’s high-pitched, and you’re nearly convinced she’s broken your eardrum, when she bolts out of her seat, and launches herself across the restaurant, and into the arms of a man you’d only seen in pictures.

Clark Kent was a good looking man. There was no denying that fact.

        And from what you’d heard he was a really good guy. Dedicated. Loyal. Protective. Just like your dog. Sitting up a bit straighter in your seat you watch as Kara moves from Clark to James. You can’t help but smile as they make dopey in love eyes at each other before finally kissing.

        As the kiss grows into something more you turn away, feeling as though you’d intruded on a private moment.

        “I’m torn between being incredibly happy for Kara, or ripping Jimmy’s arms off for sticking his tongue down my baby cousin’s throat.”

        Turning to face the voice, you stare at one Clark Kent. He’s taller than you thought, and as he slides into the seat across from you, you can’t help but beat back a blush.

        Clearing your throat, you ask, “Isn’t she technically older than you?”

        He smiles and shrugs, “Details.”

        Glancing back at them you wince, they’re mid make out session. “I shouldn’t turn around should I?”

        You smile at him, “Not if you want James to keep his arms.”

        Clark just smiles back at you, “I’m starting to think we should leave them alone.”

        You smile, “They haven’t seen each other in over a week, that might be smart.”

        “Is there another way out of here?”

        You just smile and say, “Follow me.”

        You end up on the street outside of the restaurant. “So, what’s good to eat around here.”

        You smile, “That depends, are you picky?”

        “Not particularly. With how much I have to eat, I like to keep my options open.”

        “Mongolian BBQ?”

        “That sounds amazing.”

        You end up at a local place you know. It’s small, and more intimate that you would have liked, but the food is simply amazing. Somewhat surprisingly, you end up having a good time.

        “So what kind of dog is he?”

        You swallow your bite of food first. “He’s a Goldendoodle. He’s three years old, and he’s my baby. Sorry, that sounds weird.”

        Clark just smiles, “Not at all. I’m the same way with Krypto.”


        “Krypton’s equivalent to a dog. Basically, he’s Superdog.”

        You smirk, “Does he go around and save the animal kingdom?”

        Clark smirks right back, “Only if he wants a treat.”

        You can’t help but laugh. After the laughter dies down, you admit, “I’m having a much better time than I thought I would.”

        Clark leans back in his chair, “Let me guess, Kara made me sound all pathetic.”

        You shrug, “Maybe, a little.”

        He smiles, “I’m going to contribute that to concern. Lois and I both knew it was ending. We’ve been off and on for years, and she ended up getting an amazing job offer, and we both agreed that it was too good to pass up.”

        Your smile fades a bit, “Why didn’t you go with her?”

        “Metropolis needs me.”

        “That’s a lonely way to live. Putting an entire city of people before yourself. Ending a relationship that you were in for so long.”

        His face goes serious for a minute. “Not exactly. I think, that if it were true love, and she was truly the one, I would have been willing to follow her. Or at the very least, ask her to stay. I loved Lois, some part of me still does. But I don’t think I’ve been in love with her for a while now.”

        After a moment of silence, he clears his throat, “Sorry. The mopey reflection of my ex is now over.”

        You smile, “No. It’s okay.”

        Clark insists on paying for the food. You insist on at least leaving the tip. You’ve just stepped onto the street when your phone starts to ring. Shooting an apologetic smile at Clark, you pick up.

        “He can’t come back to my place.”

        Your brow knits together for a minute, before you’re able to identify the voice. “Kara?”

        “Yes. Look Clark was supposed to stay at my place while he was in town, but James is here, and we’re…”

        “I don’t need details.” You glance at Clark, who’s grimacing, “And neither does your cousin.” Clark throws you a grateful smile.

        “Can he stay with you? In your guest bedroom?”

        You glance at Clark, and have to hold back a smile. His cheeks have gone a bit red, and he looks more than a little embarrassed. “Sure Kara.”

        “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ll pick him up in the morning.”

        “Sure thing.”

        Pressing the end button, you simply shrug and say, “Looks like you’ll be staying with me.”

        He clears his throat, “Are you sure? I don’t want to put you out, and I could always get a hotel.”

        “It’s fine, honest. Just a warning though, Lew likes to give kisses. Especially when waking people up early in the morning.”

        Clark just laughs, and then holds out his arm. The gesture stuns you for a minute, before you hesitantly take it. The night has been more along the lines of hanging out than a date. You’d slipped into casual mode without even realizing it.

        But as you take his arm, and Clark places his hand on top of yours, you feel those stupid, wonderful, sparks.

Maybe I am nice - Montgomery de la Cruz ( part 1/?)

a/n: I would love to make a new Montgomery series since I didn’t really liked my previous one, let me know what you think about it and if I should continue. I really love all the feedback you guys give me! Every reaction makes my heart melt. I love you all so much! 

word count:  777


Originally posted by sensualkisses

You put on your sneakers and left your house. It was another party at Bryce’s house, like every Saturday and you never skipped any. You loved the atmosphere there, all the jocks being hyped about winning their game and everybody loosened up a little. You walked to the pool house and fixed yourself a drink before you decided to join a couple boys in the sofa including your best friend, Jeff Atkins. You never understood how the two of you became friends, he was so kind and sweet and you were, let’s say, the opposite of that. It was like Jeff was the only one who could see through your façade, he understood you had enough pain in your life to build 5 walls around you. He understood without you even telling him.

“Well look who we have here, the one and only Atkins.” You said while sitting in an empty spot next to Montgomery de la Cruz. Jeff sat at a table together with some other jocks like Zach Dempsey, Justin Foley and the others. You liked his friends but you didn’t really knew them, you heard some things about them like you heard things about everyone, some things better than the others but they seemed okay. You interfered in their conversation pretty quickly and had a lot of fun. You got some more drinks, you felt pretty comfortable next to Montgomery. Out of the blue you got in a conversation with him alone, ignoring the others around you. During all the talking Jeff had already left, he asked if  you were joining since you planned on sleeping at his place but you liked someone’s company a little too much. Montgomery seemed way less superficial than you thought he was. He told you about why baseball meant so much for him and what his future plans were. You didn’t notice that the others around you went outside. The two of you were lost in each others stories. You kept fixing each other drinks and you started to feel a little drunk.

“I really like this but after all the drinks I really need to go to the bathroom.” You tried to stand up but stumbled a little.

“Are you okay?” Montgomery stood up and gave you a shoulder to lean on.

“Why are you so nice Montgomery?” You asked in a very sincere tone. The only times you saw him, he was pushing other kids against lockers or fighting. You never saw him being nice but it gave you a good feeling.

“Maybe I am nice.” He laughed “We should probably get you home, where are you sleeping?” he asked.

“I was going to spend the night at Jeff’s but since I stayed with someone else when he left I don’t know.”  You laughed, you knew Jeff was going to interrogate you for 10 hours tomorrow.

“You’re staying at my place let’s go.” He said before he made you jump on his back and walked home with you like that. You laid your head on his shoulder. What was happening? Where was your hard façade.

“You know I really liked the talking y/n.”

“Me too Montgomery, but now I’m starting to get very sleepy. This movement makes me pretty calm, or maybe yeah you know, it’s you.” What are you saying? You should tape your mouth shut you stupid idiot. You knew him for 5 hours. What was your problem?

He dropped you at his front door. Let you walk in before and closing the door behind you. Only now you felt how drunk you were. You tried to walk to the couch but walking in a straight line was hard.

“Wowowow racing machine, you’re sleeping in my bed. I’ll crash on the couch.”

“Why don’t you join me? But don’t get your hopes up high de la cruz.” You laughed, not that you were in a state to do something but you made sure he knew.

“If you don’t mind? And I would never take advantage of a drunk girl.” He helped you up the stairs, gave you a large shirt of his and let you alone in his room to change. You already laid down under the sheets when he came back in. He climbed over you and laid down next to you. You were drowning into sleep when you heard Montgomery whisper.

“I wish I met you before y/n, maybe then I would have been a better person, I know it sounds weird but I got a good feeling about you..” you turned around seeing a shocked expression on his face. He probably thought you were sleeping already.

“I wish I met you earlier too.” Letting out a soft, drunk, giggle before finally falling asleep.  

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“Said” is FINE! :)

There are several charts and lists making the rounds lately with alternatives to using “said.” Guys–I cannot stress this enough: THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH USING “SAID!” :) If you feel like you’re overusing “said,” it’s because you’re over tagging. That’s it. End of story.Which is not to say you should never use replacements for “said.” It’s just that you should use them sparingly and only when appropriate. Here are some things to keep in mind when using alternatives to “said”:

1) Beware of Non-Synonymous Words.

In other words, beware of words that aren’t synonyms of “said” or other speaking words.

Body Language Words:

Words like laughed, shrugged, frowned, trembled, and their synonyms are not words that have to do with speech. You can’t frown something. You can say something WHILE frowning. You can’t tremble something. You can say something WHILE trembling. You wouldn’t say: Ted stood in front of the class and trembled the alphabet. So, you shouldn’t say, “I’ll go in front of the class and recite the alphabet,” Ted trembled.

Speech hindering actions:

Words like smiled, gaped, bubbled, breathed, panted, sneezed–try saying a few sentences while doing any of these things. Bear in mind that “gape” means “open wide.” It’s pretty difficult, right? Not to mention it probably looks/sounds pretty silly.

Non-Speaking words:

Words like accepted, approved, brainstormed, puzzled, cross-examined, publicized, justified, beckoned, invited–are words that go hand-in-hand with talking, but they’re not words that relate to actually saying things. “We could go with a red one, a blue one, or one made of metal, or maybe wood?” Ted brainstormed. Or, “We’re remodeling our house,” Ted publicized. It just sounds weird.

2) Beware of Over-Complicated Words.

While it’s certainly fine to be ornate now and then, most of the time, simple and concise is much better. Words like asseverated, remonstrated, vociferated, equivocated, acknowledged, communicated, etc. are long and over-complicated. “We’re remodeling our house,” said Ted is a lot more concise than “We’re remodeling our house,” Ted vociferated. It’s fine once in a while, when the word choice really matters, but don’t get into the habit of it.

3) Beware of the “Instead of Said” Tennis Match

The only thing worse than: 

“We should go to the beach,” Denise said.

“I would love to,” said Laura.

“There’s a great beach in the next town,” Melissa said.

“I think I know the one you mean,” Denise said.


“We should go to the beach,” Denise announced.

“I would love to,” agreed Laura.

“There’s a great beach in the next town,” Melissa offered.

“I think I know the one you mean,” Denise stated.

4) Beware of Over Tagging

The problem with the examples in #3 isn’t the overuse of “said” or of alternatives to “said.” The problem is over tagging. When you’re writing dialogue, it isn’t necessary to put “he said” after every line that is spoken. Try using action instead:

Denise gazed out the window at the beautiful sunny day. “We should go to the beach.”

“I would love to,” Laura said, joining her at the window

Melissa picked up the travel guide from the dresser. “There’s a great beach in the next town.”

“I think I know the one you mean,” said Denise.

I hope that demystifies tagging a little bit for those of you who feel like you’re overusing “said” too much. :)

Have a writing question? I’d love to hear from you! Please be sure to read my ask rules and master list first or your question will not be answered. :)

I’ve been getting requests to post more real time/slower vids so here is a snipit from this morning. Feeling tired, slow and sore from soccer today but still got myself out on the mat -anyone else feel the most sore 2days after?
Side planks have never come easy to me (used to make my shoulder feel so weak) and was something I avoided for so long because I wasn’t any good at them- well one day I decided to get over myself and put in the work so that I would be able to do them and now they are one of my favs to add into my practice (although the grabbing/lifting my foot is something I am still working on feeling comfortable in!!) Anyway, may sound weird but thinking of the progress I’ve made in them helps me work hard towards other things (yoga or not) that I may not be good at instead of just accepting defeat and avoiding it! ~Maybe this can be a little inspiration to practice something hard for you today!

Song: Oceans (acoustic)-Seafret
Wearing @gtsclothing

EXO’s Reaction to Your Bones Popping During Sex


Being a gentleman, Xiumin would act like your bones hadn’t just popped as he shifted you into a new position on the bed. He’d avoid eye contact, trying not to laugh, however when your eyes finally met giggles would come tumbling out of his mouth. You’d end up smiling too, enjoying this rare moment of childishness from him.


Surprisingly mature in this situation, Chen would chuckle slightly when he heard your bones cracking. He didn’t dwell on it though, and continued to do what he was doing, soon making you forget about the entire incident.


Dramatic during any occasion, Baekhyun would start at the sound your body had made. “Was that you?” he’d ask, his eyes wide as he froze. When you nodded, his eyes would widen even more. “Maybe we should stop. Let’s get a chiropractor. I can do CPR if you need it,” he’d say, before grinning and continuing on.


More concerned that anything, Chanyeol would gently rub where the popping sound had come from, unintentionally just turning you on more. “Are you okay?” he’d ask. When you assured him it was just your body being weird, he’d chuckle and begin kissing the spots he had been rubbing.


Giggling. Just..giggling. You’d almost be embarrassed at how childish Lay was being if he wasn’t so cute. You’d roll your eyes, getting off of him until his giggling fit was over–which wasn’t for a long time.


It was a heated moment–D.O was shifting your legs to gain better access to you–when suddenly your bones popped. He would bite his lip, choking back a laugh. However, once he saw your face of surprise at the sound, he wouldn’t be able to fight back a loud giggle-snort.


Ready to joke at any given moment, Suho would seize this opportunity to poke fun at you. “No worries, jagi, it happens,” he’d say, before raising his arm and awkwardly flexing his bicep. “When you’ve got a man as strong as me on you, these things are bound to occur.” You wouldn’t hear the end of it for the rest of the night.


Kai wouldn’t actually realize it was you that had made the sound. He’d jump slightly, looking around in confusion. When you explained that it was your bones, he’d stare at your for several seconds, before bursting into laughter. Very mature, as always.


Though trying to stay in a sexual mood, Sehun wouldn’t be able to fight a smile from creeping its way onto his face.  It would happen again later on, and he’d make a surprised face, causing you to laugh and have to take a break from the bedroom.

Jaal Ama Darav (’Milky Way’)

When you first meet Jaal, when he says ‘Milky Way’ to Evfra he says it super weird. Like the words feel foreign on his tongue and he slows his voice like he’s trying to properly enunciate it.

Also, we all know that Jaal and the Tempest crew have translators so everyone can understand everyone.

And we know that the angara have their own actual word or term for the Milky Way. I don’t remember what it is right now and I’m too lazy to look it up.

So, I never really thought about it before, but maybe when Jaal says ‘Milky Way’ like he does, it’s because he isn’t saying it in any form of angaran language. I think he says it like that because he is actually trying to speak it in a human language (whatever language you are playing the game in). It’s why it sounds so weird. Ryder’s translator didn’t translate it weird to make him sound like that, he actually made an attempt to speak it in human language.

we met in june ` wen junhui

requested by anon: “Hi! This might sound completely weird, but can I request how you meet Jun at the airport and you kinda see each other, smile, small talk and then leave to your flights. Or maybe not such a sad ending idk it’s up to you bye! But actually thank you for creating such an amazing content💖 Ur blog saves me from my dull existence. 🙌🏼 ”

Admin note: Thank you so much! We kind of made it from sad to fluffy hope you enjoy!

  • you met Wen Junhui in the summer
  • it was fitting
  • after all how many people can say they met Jun in June?
  • something you noticed right away?
  • Wen Junhui was radiant
  • literally
  • you were sitting at a table in a Chinese restaurant, looking through the menu
  • and you look up
  • sitting by the window with the early morning sun shining around him
  • is Jun
  • he catches you staring and you quickly look away
  • like damn why do you always just stare at random guys you find attractive
  • you’re quietly smacking yourself in the head
  • and you hear him, 
  • laughing lightly at your reaction of being caught staring
  • you thought that moment would be the end of your interactions with the random attractive guy
  • but the next week you’re sipping your coffee and typing away
  • until your neck pricks a little and you feel someone looking at you
  • so you look up over your laptop
  • and there he is
  • mysterious handsome Chinese restaurant guy
  • you’ve got to come up with a better nickname for him
  • he’s drinking his cup of tea and you can tell he’s trying to suppress a smile
  • he picks up his cup and walks over to you
  • “I didn’t introduce myself last week, but I’m Wen Junhui, but people call me Jun.”
  • you’re slowly sinking in your chair from embarrassment like was I being too obvious?
  • “I’m y/n.” you say,
  • cringing from recalling the moment he caught you staring,
  • “I’m sorry if i seemed like a creep staring at you last time.”
  • “No, I thought you were cute.”
  • you’re caught off guard but break into a huge smile
  • you both exchange numbers
  • and decide to try to catch a movie the next week
  • but right as you were about to walk out the door for that date that day, your phone pings indicating a text message
  • “I’ll have to take a raincheck, last minute plans came up sorry. -Jun”
  • sighing, your heart sinks
  • you didn’t spend a whole day picking an outfit
  • you didn’t spend the whole day being a nervous and excited mess
  • guess you’re watching a movie by yourself
  • after the movie you walk past a meat restaurant and look inside
  • you see Jun sitting there amongst twelve other guys
  • they’re all laughing
  • “I guess he was busy”
  • and that’s kind of how it went with Jun
  • sure you both texted each other often enough and got to know each other more
  • but he was always busy and couldn’t meet up
  • or you were busy
  • so eventually you stopped trying
  • ‘this had just been a small crush on a sweet guy’ you thought
  • there are plenty of others out there
  • you won’t be second priority or something that’s convenient 
  • eventually you stopped responding to his messages
  • and he stopped sending you them
  • maybe you would see him in the coffee shop every once in a while
  • and maybe your eyes would meet
  • you’d both acknowledge the slight tinge of sadness that was there
  • but you both never gave any indication that you knew the other and went on your ways
  • you went on a couple of dates with other guys afterwards
  • but you never felt like you could really get into liking the other guy
  • because every time you looked into the other guys’ eyes
  • you’d see Wen Junhui’s eyes
  • the way they crinkled when he smiled brightly at you that first meeting
  • and the way he had called you cute
  • that boy probably didn’t even remember you, you thought to yourself
  • so much for trying to pull yourself together
  • a year passed from that day in the Chinese restaurant
  • you gripped your luggage in your hand tightly as you used it to shield your legs
  • you’re waiting in the airport for your flight back to the US
  • you’re spending all summer in the sun of California
  • good bye South Korea 
  • the air conditioning is way too cold for the shorts and t-shirt you’re wearing
  • you try hugging yourself for warmth while surfing the internet on your phone
  • your flight will be boarding soon
  • a group of guys walk past you and sit down in an area off to your left
  • you don’t pay them much attention until you hear
  • “Isn’t that y/n?”
  • you look up to see who said your name
  • it was a skinny guy carrying a suitcase
  • and next to him was Jun
  • “Yea, Minghao, that’s her.”
  • at this point you’re panicking
  • but are you panicking at seeing Jun again after a year?
  • are you panicking because you’re secretly happy to see him?
  • is it because he talked about you to his friend?
  • or are you panicking because he’s walking over to you?!?!
  • brain please function 
  • “Hey y/n." 
  • "Hey Jun.”
  • “It’s been a while.”
  • “About a year, yea.”
  • “You look good,” he laughs and pushes a stray lock of your hair behind your ear
  • “So do you.” You say smiling and playfully ruffle his hair
  • It should have been awkward
  • It SHOULD HAVE been
  • but it wasn’t
  • you both ask about each other’s lives and what you’ve been up to lately
  • little did you know
  • that Jun saw you through the window that day when you were supposed to have your first movie date
  • little did you know
  • that Jun insisted on going to that coffee shop just so he could catch glimpses of you every now and then
  • and now that you were standing in front of him again
  • he didn’t want to lose you
  • not again
  • but he didn’t know how to tell you that
  • so instead you both talked about the weather
  • and your latest hobbies
  • and you felt a sharp pain in your heart
  • you realized why you haven’t had any successful dates this past year
  • Wen Junhui
  • and this stupid game of push-and-pull you both had been playing ever since that first encounter
  • Jun had somehow crept his way into your heart
  • And stayed there
  • “It’s pretty cold in here, huh?” Jun said rubbing the back of his neck
  • “Oh my god, yea.” You say rubbing your arms shivering
  • “Here” he takes off the flannel shirt he was wearing revealing his t-shirt and wrapped it around your shoulders
  • You freeze up as he buttons it up around you and grabs your arm to roll up the too-long-on-you sleeves for you
  • “There, that should help some.”
  • “But I’m leaving soon.”
  • “That’s ok, you can keep it. Something to remind you of me while you’re gone…”
  • You both just look at each other for a while
  • “Flight to SFO now boarding in terminal 5” an announcement sounds out 
  • “That’s me”
  • you say looking down at your feet
  • “See you around then” he said with a sad smile
  • you grab your suitcase and what you should be doing is rolling it to the terminal
  • but when you turn back to see Jun standing there smiling down at you
  • fuck it
  • you release your hold on the suitcase and run the short distance into his arms
  • wrapping your arms around his neck and his arms go around your waist
  • “I’m sorry and I missed you Junhui, even though I shouldn’t have”
  • you hear him breathe in
  • “I missed you too.”
  • you pull away slightly, his arms around your waist and yours gripping his shirt lightly
  • “I’ll call you when I land, and you better pick up”
  • “I promise.”
  • and as you’re sitting in your seat on the plane that’s flying above the clouds
  • you think back to Jun’s smile at the Chinese restaurant long ago
  • and the smile he had when you told him you had missed him
  • you smile to yourself and play with the flannel he gave you
  • you fall asleep, wrapped in his flannel on the plane
  • his scent enveloping you softly and his smile still radiating in your dreams

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What Our Dead Teach (p1)

(Alpha!Derek, werefox!Stiles, canon violence, mild gore, spoopy stuff, some pack angst, some post nogitsune and other stuff angst, anchors.)


This shouldn’t have happened.

His nail breaks when he sinks his fingers into the earth like claws, and pulls himself forward as far as he can. There’s no point in holding in the loud hiss of pain that leaves him, or the long, drawn out groan as he drags himself across the ground at a snail’s pace. He’s been in the woods since nightfall, and by the look of the sky right now, Stiles would say it’s just about time to get up and go to school. For normal teenagers, anyway.

In times like this, he misses being one of those teens. To get up, eat a Pop-Tart, find that missing sock, run out the door with a quick hello-goodbye to his dad coming home, and off to school in his Jeep. Totally average high school student stuff sounds marginally better than crawling around in the dirt, bleeding, bruised, there’s definitely some snot and tear action going on here, maybe some broken bones, too.

Stiles drags himself forward another inch, and tries to remind himself that this isn’t the worst thing that’s happened to him. It’s not, there are worse things. He just can’t… think of any of them right now.

“Really fucking helpful, brain.”

His brain reminds him that talking to himself isn’t a good sign. It also comes up with a worse thing: Gerard. Murdered friends. Nogitsune.

“Good one,” he mutters to himself, reaching out with his now-bleeding hand and fastening his fingers around a tree root. It provides him with much better leverage than the stupid dirt, and Stiles manages to actually pull himself into a half-reclining position. It’s not ideal, but it will do.

It’s almost light enough to see the body he left behind in the clearing by the time he realizes he’s been leaning against a tree doing nothing for at least twenty minutes. Swearing under his breath, Stiles sticks his—Ow ripped off finger nail shit—hand into his pocket to pull out the small vial he shoved in there before leaving the house. Inside, the thick, ink-like substance seems to shudder and look at him as he swirls the stuff in front of his face. He grimaces at the smell when he pulls the top off, and tries not to think too hard about where it came from. This is not what he wanted, not the way things were supposed to go. No one’s supposed to do this, and for, like, twenty different really good reasons.

But, Stiles can see the body through the trees.

He can see a leg twitching.

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anonymous asked:

aww thank you so much for explaining the 2 week rule. Seems legit! To answer your question: Well I wasn't necessarily an antt. I'd also never been super involved with 1D tbh. I liked most of their songs & thought they're cute, buy a song or two & watched some interviews. So I didn't know lot about them besides the public narrative & I just never thought about it too much. (1/6)

The first time I heard about H/L as an actual couple was probably in 2014 & I looked into it a little bit, nothing too wild tho. I just brushed H/L’s behavior off. I’d been like: “Oh, but I do that with my friend?”, “Well.. My two guy friends act the same.”, “Nothing weird about that…” you name it. It wasn’t until I first listened to Two Ghosts until I started to look into it more. I remember (okay that sounds way too dramatic it was like 2 months ago lmao) buying H’s album. (2/6)

And listening to the songs in chronological order. Carolina seemed kinda fishy (keep in mind that was before the official narrative of Townes was talked abou it) & I was like: “Since when does H do drugs?” (maybe it’s my Johnny Cash heart that made me think of Coke). Then 2G came on & I just kept thinking about Louis for some weird reason. So I tried to be logical about it (& not go on tumblr at first!) & I started to look up old pics/videos & just got a weird feeling about it. (3/6)

Somewhere between “okay they’ve been married for 84 years” & “maybe I’m reading too much into this” I decided to want to make up my own mind & not “fall for” conspiracies. So I did what any 21 y/o would do: I asked my mom, lmao. She has no idea about 1D, H/L, etc. I had her listen to 2G & asked her what vibes she was getting. (4/6)

She told me & I quote “That’s a song about heartbreak & yet being so in love you can’t imagine ever being without that one person although the whole world is against you” (at this point I was a sobbing mess!). Then I showed her three videos, one of Hendall, one of Haylor & one of Larry and asked her if she gets the same kind of vibes from any of those videos. She picked H/L (it wasn’t even one of freddieismyqueen’s videos just some weird clips and no, my mom isn’t a Larrie now..) (5/6)

She’s just a woman who knows what it means to be in love & who is pretty good in reading people). Ever since everything I never paid attention to seems so obvious and !!! that I just have to ask myself how I didn’t see it before. (wow that was so long, soz xx) (6/6)

wow that’s quite the entrance into the fandom! love that you asked your mum lol i always do too. she’s got the best perspective on things. it’s interesting that you arrived at this point after we went through weeks of discourse (unbeknownst to you). thank you for sharing and feel free to ask any questions, i know this is a wild ride!


 Request: If your requests are open could you do a tom holland imagine where the reader is a nurse at children’s hospital, working when tom comes to visit the kids? Love your writing!!

requested by: @calilycal

warning: none

a/n; I’m so sorry this took so long to write! hope you like it. 

Originally posted by igneoustales

“Just one more time Micheal, this is the last time, ’’ Micheal covered his mouth with his hands and shook his head no. “Can you please take your medicine?” he shook his head no once again “why?” you asked, just as he opened his mouth to talk, you swiftly shoved the spoon full of the cherry flavored liquid into his mouth.

The brunette made a disgusted face as he swallowed the liquid. “It’s not that bad” Micheal made another disguised face which made you laugh. 

You’re a nurse at a children’s Hospital. 

You loved it here,  for most people,  hospital’s reminds them of death or sickness, but not for you. You loved working with these kids, they’re always full of energy even though they were going through a lot +which you admired. 

“Y/n you are needed in the room 22″ you heard your voice being called.

 “okay Micheal, Miss Cara is coming with your food, I want you to eat all of it this time if you do I will read you 2 bedtime story’s” Micheal put his hand on his chin pretending to think.

“deal” he squealed.

 This kid was the biggest drama queen you ever met, but he has also one of the sweetest kid’s in here, he was just full of life and joy, and you just loved it.

You were going through some of the files from the new patients that has arrived a few days ago not paying attention to your surroundings you ended up bumping into something or someone and fell on the floor with your paper’s scattered everywhere. 

“oh my god I’m terribly sorry “someone with a heavy British accent spoke. You looked up at the person who just bumped into you, he seemed terribly familiar but you couldn’t figure out where did you see him. 

He had short curly hair with big chocolate brown eyes, he seemed to be about your age as well. 

You failed to realize the fact that he held his hand out for you. He helped you get up and kindly helped you pick up your documents. 

“I’m really sorry, I wasn’t paying attention” he rubbed the back of his neck, you smiled “no it’s fine, I wasn’t looking either. So were both even now” he laughed. 

“I am Tom” he held out this hand for you to shake just as you were about to shake his hand someone called him. “oh ugh I have to go, I will see you later?” he said as he ran towards the direction of the voice. 

You smiled at yourself and continued your path, you went to go check up some of the kids when you heard giggling?

It was coming from Micheal’s room? You walked in and saw the same guy that bumped into you in the hallway. Tom? He was wearing a red and blue Spiderman costume. 

That’s when it hit you he was the new spiderman Tom Holland. You feel so stupid that you didn’t recognize him before.  

Tom turned around and saw you standing by the door “ hi” he said shyly, he was standing beside’s Micheal’s bed with another guy that had blue eyes and blond hair, he seemed to be Tom’s age, but he was taller than him.

You stood there as Tom talked to Micheal and other children, he was so good with them. It was like he knew exactly what to tell them and you could tell that the kids liked him as well. I mean how could they not he was just so sweet and funny.

After the small meet and greet with the kids Tom and you properly introduced each other and quickly became friends. 

By the end of the day you ended up meeting the whole cast of Spiderman: Homecoming, they were all so sweet and incredibly talented. 

You ended up having a small crush on a  certain Tom Holland maybe not a small crush but a huge one.

You were reading to the kids when you realized that Tom was staring at you when you turned around to face him he became beet red which made your crush on him become even bigger and the butterflies in your stomach multiply. 

 You were on your way to your car when you heard someone call out your name, you turned around only to be faced with the handsome brunette. 

“oh hey Tom what’s up” he smiled at you ,catching his breath, “I ugh this may sound a bit weird but I- you know what never mind Y/n sorry it’s silly” you frowned  "no it’s not silly Tom you can tell me" you tried to boost his confidence which seemed like it worked. 

He scratched the back of his neck and spoke up “ I kind of have a crush on you and wanted to know if you want to on a date with me? if you’re up for it of course?” you smiled glad that he felt the same way as you did.

“yeah that would be great”

ok, this sucked I will make it up for it.

anonymous asked:

un-biased analysis on that jikook vlive in osaka of them possibly doing bro things while naked in the dark pLEASE

First of all, you asked for this

Second of all, I’m just gonna point out a few things because the whole video was just…weird and try not to shove jikook down your throats cause that’s not fun (and also because there’s no actual evidence of Jimin being in the room in the first place)

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Come Home to Me


Request: Hey!! I love your writing I was wondering if u can write one about Y/N being a famous actor and being away filming a movie and Shawn calling her and telling her how much he misses her??

Word Count: 1,175

Come Home to Me

“And cut” the director yelled at you.

“That was amazing, y/n. The scene turned out beautifully. Such a pleasure working with such a talent” his kind words made you blush, but you smiled happily back at him.

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He Was Found


I recommend reading He Was Lost before reading this.

Ethan Dolan forgot what it’s like to be annoyed at his brother. Not ‘dammit Grayson, why’d you have to go and drink all the milk’ kind of annoyed, but more like ‘dammit Grayson, why’d you have to bring up the love of my life who I stupidly let go of and miss more than anything’ type of annoyed. He is peeling oranges near the counter and Grayson’s mixing some pancake batter, tossing in handfuls of chocolate chips.

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Blind: Phan smut one-shot

Pairing: Daniel Howell and AmazingPhil (Phan)

Genre: Smut, Daddy!Kink, Daddy!Phil, Bottom!Dan, Degradation, Aftercare, slut shaming.

Warning: Sexual content, Explicit Language

Word Count: 1800+

Summary: both me and my beautiful wifey @quieted-songbird got sent a prompt with a Phil being blind because he lost his glasses and he’s feeling up Dan. On her account you can find a fluffy version but I had to do a smutty version. Enjoy.

“Dan! Have you seen my glasses?”

Phil called from in his bedroom, his hands roaming over his bed sheets as he tried to find them but couldn’t, being too blind to even see his hands.

There was no answer, making Phil’s head lift in questioning.

“Dan?” He called, standing and slowly stumbling to his doorway, listening carefully to see if he could hear him in the living room or kitchen but everything stayed silent.

His room maybe?

Gripping the walls tightly, he walked down the short hallway to Dan’s room before freezing just a few feet from the door, hearing something.

Through the thin walls, Dan groaned softly, making Phil’s stomach flip before he slowly crept closer to the door, pressing an ear to it.

He could hear small whines and moans leave Dan’s lip, the sounds causing his cheeks to brighten and cock twitch slightly.

It was no question how he felt about Dan, but the sounds coming through that door only made the experience that much surreal.

He knew it was wrong and probably really weird and creepy to do, but he could help as he slowly dragged his hand down his side, falling to his jeans before palming himself lightly, a hiss leaving his lips at the touch.

Pulling away from the door, Phil leaned against the wall beside it, his other hand going to the doorknob and twisting it open slightly.

Just a peek…I won’t watch for long…

A soft moan immediately escaped his lips as he saw a very blurry Dan on his bed, a sheen layer of sweat covering his skin as he groaned, his hand pumping at his cock furiously.

Phil groaned lightly, biting his lip to contain his noises as he drove his hand down onto his growing bulge, the friction, and sounds of Dan making his knees weak.

He closed his eyes, relishing in the sounds of Dan’s cries of pleasure as he imagined his body, curling up to meet his as he fucked him hard, Dan’s hands clawing at his skin as he screamed his name.

Dan groaned particularly loudly as he grinded into his hand, his head falling back to rest again the head board as he felt his stomach beginning to knot with heat.


He whined loudly, making Phil moan aloud before his eyes widened, realizing what he had done before his hand flew up to cover his mouth.

Dan immediately sat at the sound of Phil, his eyes going to the door and seeing him, his grip on his thigh tightening slightly.

“Ph-phil!” He exclaimed loudly, his cheeks going dark when he saw his body in the doorway.

Phil immediately dropped his hands to cover himself, his cheeks going dark in shame and embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry!” He squeaked, getting ready to turn away before almost slamming into the wall, his hands coming up to save himself just in time.

“W-wait! P-phil!” Dan stopped him, his hands going to cover himself as his knees crossed, making him look small and innocent despite his earlier noises and actions.

“C-could you help me? Please?” He asked softly and Phil could feel his dick twitch from the blurry, yet incredible sight of Dan like this, small and helpless.

He nodded softly before turning around, somehow managing to make it from the door to the bed without stumbling, crawling over until he was hovered over Dan, his lips ghosting over his.

“A-are you sure about this?” He asked softly, not wanting Dan to do anything he think he might regret later.

Dan nodded, shivering softly as their bodies rubbed together, leaving him panting under him slightly.

“Y-yes, just please…Please…” He pleaded, a whine beginning to crawl its way up his throat, threatening to pour from his lips before Phil smashed them together hungrily.

Dan groaned immediately in response, his flying up to cling onto his shoulders to grip him tightly as he arched against him, pulling his body closer.

Phil sat upright, panting as he leaned over Dan and tugged his shirt off quickly before reattaching their lips, grinding against him achingly slow to drag out those precious sounds from Dan’s lips.

“F-fuck, Phil please…Please I need you..” he moaned, struggling to tug down his jeans from his legs, allowing them to eventually fall to the floor with a ‘thump’.

Slowly, Phil dragged his hands up Dan’s side to his arms before he lifted them above his head, pinning them, and grinding down harshly onto his bulge, making Dan whimper and tug at his hands.

Phil tsked.

“Be a good boy, Daniel, or I won’t give you what you want.” He purred into his ear, a smirk immediately finding his lips when Dan groaned, his head falling back to lay against the bed, panting heavily.

“P-phil, please. Please, please- A-ah!”

He squeaked when Phil leaned down to suck at his neck, working a dark mark onto his soft skin as Dan squirmed under him, whining pathetically.

Soft whines left at the teasing pleasure Phil was giving him, taking matters into his own hands (even though they were still pinned above his head) by wrapping his legs around Phil’s waist, grinding up into his body for search of friction but stopping immediately when Phil growled into his ear, removing a hand to smack his upper thigh, making Dan flinch slightly.

“Such a needy brat..” Phil growled, before taking his cock into his hand, running his up and down it slowly, Dan’s body jerking up into his hand as a loud moan released from his throat.

“God, Phil! Yes, yes please, faster, please please” he begged, his voice becoming higher in pitch with every stroke Phil made.

An evil grin grew onto his lips.

“Not until you use the right name, bear.” He purred wickedly before completely removing his hand and pinning his hips to the bed, keeping him from moving.

“Ph-phil! N-no! Please, please please, I need you. Please! Dan begged quickly, desperation in his voice as he tugged at his hands once more, praying that Phil would have mercy upon him and release him but whimpering when his grip tightened.

Phil rolled his hips to Dan’s, leaning down to bite marks into his chest making Dan groan, his hips fighting against Phil’s hand but staying put.

“Say it, Daniel.” Phil growled once more, biting particularly hard at a spot onto his chest, making the younger buck up into nothing, biting his lip to hold in his noises, his blush dark on his cheeks.

“Daddy…” He whispered softly, hoping it would be enough to satisfy Phil so he could have his way without saying it again.


Dan groaned in frustration, his tip leaking precum down his cock continued to rub against his but not enough to give him any satisfaction, the teasing only making him harder before Phil suddenly wrapped his fingers around him again, making him jerk.

“D-daddy! P-please! Please! Make me feel good, make me cum!” He pleaded helplessly, giving up and only focusing on grinding into Phil’s hand, the added pressure making him weak.

Phil grinned widely before pulling away slightly, reaching over to the side of the bed before grabbing his belt from the ground, sitting back up and reaching forward to Dan’s wrists.

“D-daddy…Please…W-wanna touch…” Dan panted as Phil grinded into him, releasing Dan’s hands momentarily only to wrap the belt skillfully around his wrists and the bed, tying them to the bed and tugging on it afterwards to.make sure he was restrained.

“No touching today, baby. You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you? Touching yourself like the little whore you are… Calling for me…”

Dan whimpered, his back arching up into Phil’s as he spoke, the words going straight to his cock as he nodded quickly.

“I-I’m your slut, Daddy… Please…M-make me feel good…” Dan whimpered, his hips rolling against Phil’s until he held them in place, layering kisses down his chest until he reached his waist, licking a long stripe up Dan’s cock, making his hips buck and a loud moan fill the room.


Phil grinned, taking his tip into his mouth, sucking on it and causing Dan to jerk, his words being cut off with another strangled moan.

“Such a good boy, Danny. Being loud for me. I bet you like being like this, huh? Being loud, letting everyone hear you, your pathetic little whines…”

Phil groaned softly before taking him again, bobbing back and forth on slowly, making Dan whine, tugging at the restraint on his wrists roughly, his hips bucking into his mouth involuntarily.

It was when Dan had somehow managed to hit the back of Phil’s throat that his moans got louder and higher, his legs curling to wrap around Phil’s body as his back arched up, his head being thrown back against the bed, rocking his body against Phil’s mouth.

“D-daddy! C! Please! So close! So close! G-god!” Dan screamed, hiding his face into his arms to try and muffle his screams as Phil continued, using a hand to pump faster as he sucked, the other dragging over Dan’s chest to claw at the precious skin there before Dan released, spilling into his mouth.

Phil pulled away as Dan moaned loudly, his body twitching and spasming with the climax, continuing to buck into Phil’s hand before he slowed, exhaustion beginning to overtake him as he rode out his climax, panting heavily.

“Thank you…Thank you…fuck thank you..”

Dan groaned softly, as he sank into the sheets, Phil grinning before standing, grabbing a nearby clothing item to wipe his hand and Dan’s body, cleaning the area around him before Dan tugged at his wrists once more, clearing his throat.

“Ph-phil, a little help here?” He asked softly, his voice deep and gravely from the over usage of his moaning.

Phil grinned but nodded, saying a quiet apology before leaning over to release him, the belt falling to the bed.

Instantly, Dan was up, pushing Phil back to sit onto his lap, his lips dragging down his jaw before reaching his ear.


Phil grinned, his arms finding its way around his waist before humming in response, feeling Dan kissing at his neck.

“Wanna touch…Make you feel good…” Dan pulled away slightly to look Phil in the eye, and Phil swore, although he was partly blind at the moment, he knew there was no way he’d never forget how Dan looked at that moment.

Don't Have Sex, Because You Will Get Pregnant...And Die.

@kieren-fucking-walker - Hi, I’m sorry if this is too fluffy! BTW NO this is not mpreg/omega!verse! I just love mean girls!

by @jadorehale

Really, the best thing to ever happen to Beacon Hills High School was Stiles Stilinski. He was a star pupil. The very best in his class. Student of the Month year round. On the fast track to Harvard. And outshined all the other kids in his class with his pure awesomeness on a daily basis to the point where it was downright embarrassing. He didn’t want to jinx it but he was pretty much a shoo-in for valedictorian. Sorry, Lydia Martin! And he never caused any trouble at all. Not ever.


Did he mention he was every teacher’s darling?

Stiles stood at his locker after the last bell and frowned down at the all too familiar pink slip in his hand, questioning why the world was so unfair. Sure, most of these infractions were one-hundred percent his own doing, but in his defense, Harris had made two very implausible and inaccurate statements in the same class period, basically begging Stiles to make a mockery out of him in front of everyone. Stiles just hoped Harvard recognized what a scholarly and academically enriching extra-curricular activity detention could be.

“Seriously, another one?” A voice behind him said. A voice that Stiles had not been expecting seeing as he was the only one left in the hall. The voice also sounded highly amused when Stiles jumped and shrieked then whirled around in surprise.

“Jeez!” Stiles said, clutching his heart. “Can we make noises before we scare people to death? Heavy breathing! Tap dancing! Anything would be great!”

There wasn’t an ounce of guilt on Derek’s ridiculously handsome face and Stiles couldn’t even pretend to stay mad. He should be used to this by now. Derek liked to sneak up on him when he least expected it all the time. Which made sense seeing as he was Derek’s concubine. Sneaking around just happened to be a very essential part of their deep dark secret relationship.

The halls were empty but Stiles still checked to make sure they were safe. It was too risky if anyone saw them. Derek was the super popular basketball god and his social status would perish if he were to be associated with Stiles, the school’s biggest loser. Some would even liken it to the fall of Rome.

“Don’t you have practice?” Stiles asked, letting Derek press him up against the lockers anyway, his arms hanging loosely around Derek’s neck.

“I can skip it,” Derek murmured, nibbling on his ear.

“But it’s tryouts and you’re co-captain,” Stiles noted.

Derek lifted his head at that, pursing his lips. “You know, I’ve been meaning to quit basketball.”

Stiles leveled him a flat look. “You are not quitting basketball just so you can make out with me.”

“Why not?” Derek pouted, brushing the tips of their noses together. “I’ve decided that this is a much better use of my time.”

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