my circle is small

Neighbor sued me after harassing my dog for months, lost horribly.

About 6 or 7 months ago, my neighbor got a drone. I don’t mind people having hobbies, but for some reason he insisted on flying like the biggest jerk possible. He would hover in front of other houses and windows, try to “race” cars going down the road, and worst of all he had a habit of flying his drone in my fenced back yard buzzing over my dog, diving low just over my dogs head before circling around to do it again. My dog isn’t small, he’s about 70lbs and a Malamute, but the drone terrified him, and I was worried what would happen if it hit him.

I asked my neighbor several times to please not fly in my yard and explained that it was scaring my dog, he basically told me to get lost and laughed in my face. When it still continued, I called the police. Unfortunately there wasn’t much they could do other than ask him to please not fly over my house/property.

Finally, in late December it happened - my dog got tired of his shit and managed to catch the drone right as it was diving towards him. He shredded the drone, the thing was just a jumbled mess of wires and plastic.

Neighbor was pissed. He stormed over to my house swearing and threatening me, which I ignored. A week later, I got a summons to small claims court - he wanted $900 for the cost of his drone and an additional $300 for supposedly denying him access to his property (the drone sat in my yard for a couple hours before it was retrieved). F*ck that. He could have killed my dog. I don’t have kids or a girlfriend, I just have my dog who is my best friend for the past 7 years. That dog has moved with me three times, was there when I graduated college, saw me buy my first house and my first new car. I love my dog.

Went to LegalAdvice, got some great help from them. Turns out, him suing me was the best thing to ever happen. When we got to small claims court, the judge basically laughed away his claims that I had intentionally trained my dog to attack his drone. But little did he know I was prepared. I had dozens of photos of my yard showing it was impossible for him to “accidentally” fly that low to my dog, videos of him harassing my dog in the past, and I had saved all my medical bills from taking my dog to the vet. $700 for an xray? Check. Another $250 to sedate him during? Why not, don’t want him being uncomfortable. Full dental exam with tooth cleaning/repair? $400. Then there was the cost of anti-anxiety meds and a secondary check up, wet food for a week in case his teeth were hurt, and extra just for good measure. In the end, the a-hole ended up owing me almost $2,000, and now is being investigated by the FAA for not having a registered drone and violating several FAA regulations concerning drone flight, too near an airport, too close to other people, out of sight of operator and waaay above the maximum altitude.

Enjoy never being allowed to fly drones again, d*ck.

There’s something so different about him…
Most make me anxious, nervous, and unsure.

He makes me feel safe.

I want to crawl into his arms and feel his warm hand on the small of my back, tracing circles over and over.

I want to thread my fingers through his hair and sigh into his ear, content and happy.

—  Safe
I don’t hold grudges, it’s not healthy. I’ve made my circle quite small, and I like it that way. For people who I don’t speak to anymore, know this: I don’t lose sleep over not having you in my life, my life is great. I don’t hate you, because hate would only bring me down. But know this, if I’ve cut you out of my life you handed me the scissors
Study and Going Steady - Jeff Atkins Smut

Jeff Atkins x reader

Request: I was wondering if you could do a smut on Jeff Atkins about y/n coming to his house while his parents are away and we want to “Study” but things go another certain way

WARNINGS: Fluff, smut, cursing

Originally posted by knightlley

“I’m heading out now mom!” I scream as I head for the door.

“Okay hun, text me when you get to his house, love you!”

I say a quick love you too as I lock the door and jog to my car. I’m happy cause I’m staying the night at my boyfriend Jeff’s house. His first game can be next Friday if he passes his upcoming test so I promised him I will help him study before we binge watch cringy romance movies. As I pulled into his car, I noticed his parents car isn’t there. I forgot they went away on a business trip for the weekend. I knock on the door and as soon as it opens I’m welcomed by his lips.

“Hey beautiful” he smiles.

“Hello hunnybun” I joke as I walk into his living room.

“Oh gosh, let me stick to the cute names” he laughs as he jumps on the couch.

“Whatever you say boo bear” I smile as I sit down and put my legs on his lap. 

“Did you bring everything for the night?”

“Yep textbooks, pencils, pajamas, charger, hair ties, underw-”

“You don’t have to tell me everything babe” he laughs

“Yeah yeah when do you want to start studying?”

“Uh how about you go upstairs change into your pjs while I get us some food then we can start.”

 I nod my head and take my bag to his room. He has such a modest, but boyish room. I change into my clothes, purposely bringing the tight shorts and tank top Jeff loves so much. I throw my hair in a messy ponytail and get our books out.

“So I brought some classic chips and popco-”

He stopped and made no effort to hide the fact that he was staring right at my ass. That made me blush as I tried to pull down the already revealing shorts.

“And y-you expect us to study with you wearing that?”

“Wearing what?” I ask innocently as I turn away from him to put the rest of the books on the bed. I then felt his breath behind me as he grabbed my waist and pulled my back towards him. 

“This” He said and started kissing my neck and went from my waist to my breast, knowing I don’t wear a bra to bed. A light moan escaped my mouth as I put my hands over his. I felt him smirk on my neck and I almost forgot what we were suppose to do.

“Babe babe babe” I squirm from his grip as I turn to face him and peck his lip. 

“I love you, but we really need to study so I can cheer you on at Friday’s game”

he sighed, but he knew I was right. “Fine fine, but your missing out” he jokes as he slaps my butt. 

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“Jeff pay attention!”

“I am babe I swear”

“Which president wrote the Declaration of Independence then?”

“Um.. Abraham Jefferson?”

“Yeah, no this studying is over, I hope your going to enjoy watching the game on the bleachers with me.” I start closing our books and Jeff grabbed my hands.

“I’m sorry babe, I just can’t stop looking at you that’s all, it’s easy for Jensen to tutor me because he isn’t my hot girlfriend.”

“Shall I dress up like Clay then?”

“No no no” he laughs.

“Then what do you want to do?”

he bits his lip and looks at me up and down as he climbs on top of me. he leans down to my ear and kisses it, “you” he whispers.

I can’t help but moan at how sexy that sounded and push him down onto the bed. I attack his mouth, not that he had a problem. He grab my thighs and squeeze them. I wrap my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. his hands travel to my butt as his slides his hands inside my shorts. I rub against his pants and start to feel his bulge coming on. He starts groaning and I smile against his lips. He stops kissing only to remove our shirts and turn me over. He starts to slowly kiss my neck, knowing I hate it.

“Jeff stop teasing” I wine.

“Sorry baby” he smirks.

He started to harshly suck on my sweet spot and I moan into his neck. He then goes to one of my breast and starts sucking on my nipple while massaging the other and then switching. I squirm under him, grabbing his brown hair just wanting to feel him already.

“Babe, I want you already” I wine

“In just a second” he smiles as his kisses travel to my thighs. he pulls my shorts down painfully slow, making me a groaning mess. he laughs at my reaction and comes back up to kiss me. I feel vulnerable being completely naked under him so I tug on his sweats so he gets the idea which he does. He pulls them down and went back to sweetly kissing me. I then feel his hands go in between my legs and I suck in my breathe. He circles his fingers around my clit and I try hard not to moan.

“Oh my go- Jeff!”

he bits his lip as he watches me come undone under him. I buckle my hips into his fingers and just need to feel him. 

“Jeff please..” I whimper with my eyes a shut. 

He doesn’t make me ask again as he grabs one of his condoms from inside his nightstand and slide it on. I can’t help but stare at his huge member and grab it in my hand, knowing he likes me to put it towards my entrance. He groans from my touch and kisses me passionately. He positions himself and stops kissing to look at me.

“Are you ready babe?”

I smile at him for always asking before he did anything. I nod my head and he slowly pushes himself into me. I moan and grab his arm as he stretches me. When he’s all the way in, he stops so I can adjust to him. He starts to slowly thrust into me and I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Fu-Jeff- my god” I moan. He takes my moans as his que to go faster. He takes my legs and wraps them around his waist as he starts quickly thrusting to me. I start to lose air from his speed. I dig my nails to his back and come close to almost screaming.

“Jeeeeeff! Fuck! my gosh!!” He puts one off my legs on his shoulder to deepen himself and goes faster. I moan with every pound he gives me. He’s a groaning mess as he whispers curse words with sweat coming down his forehead. His grip on my waist tightens as his thrust become more sloppy. 

“Babe I-I’m about to-”

I moan over his words as his thrust still didn’t slow down, but only got faster. I felt my stomach tighten as now both of my legs are over Jeff’s shoulders, feeling all of him. 

“Je- I c-can’t” before I can finish I came undone under him.

“Fuck y/n” his thrusts got sloppier as he rode out his high, putting my legs down and kissing my forehead. he slid out of me and collapsed onto the bed next to me. Both of us breathing hard, he turned over so that he was facing towards me and wrapped his arms around my bare torso. He started tracing small circles on my side and pecked my lips.

“If this is whats gonna happen every time we study, I don’t mind sitting on the bleachers” he lazily smiles.

“Well I’m not, your playing next game so text Clay”

“Fine, later” he sighs. 

He looks in my eyes and smiles “I love you babe”

“I love you too munchkin” I smile

“What did I say with the names!”

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Requested: Jealous Shawn. Not sure I like this but I tried. 

Word count: 2,658

“I think this might actually be it!” I said, folding the last box together. I ran my fingers through my hair, breathing out heavily. 

I thought it would never end. No matter where I looked, there had always been more boxes to start on. But now, I’d actually unpacked the last one.

“What?” Shawn yelled from the other room, fumbling with his precious guitars as always. 

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Small worlds.

Stoned On You

A/N: Hiii. This is a collaboration with me and @minhosmeanhoe . We figured out  that we’re the same person with the same dirty mind and this was the outcome. This is the longest and most smut I’m sure either of us has ever written in our lives and I hope you guys love reading as much as we loved writing it ! The song that goes with this fic is Stoned On You by Jaymes Young

Warnings: smut; smoking (weed), drinking, mentions of violence, hair pulling; I’m sure there is more but idk rn

Word Count: 12,529

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Effortless

Summary: In which losing someone shouldn’t be so effortless, but your friend does it without thinking twice. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,290

A/N: Title inspired by Over My Head by the Fray. This is for anyone who had a friend abandon them for no reason (that you’re aware of) and who felt the sting of that loss.

@avengerstories - you’re honestly the queen of editing and I’d be lost without you.

Originally posted by jlstreck

Your silence is something Bucky is unfamiliar with. For as long as he’s known you, you’ve always had something to say. When he first arrived at the tower and refused to say a word, you were there to talk enough for the both of you. He didn’t tell you then, but it was the thing that comforted him most during those early days.

Your silence is something Bucky doesn’t know what to do with. It comes out of the blue and makes him question what’s wrong. Or more correctly, what he did wrong. You still let him hug you whenever he wants and kiss you until the both of you are gasping for air, yet he still can’t help but wonder.

Your silence makes Bucky nervous because what could have possibly happened to turn you into a shadow of the person you once were?

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Train Rides: Young!James Potter x Reader *Smut*

A/N: Okay, so, this wasn’t suppose to go out until after ‘Wait For Me’ part two, but I’m like, physically and mentally not able to write that right now, and I don’t know why, so I just decided to finish this. Oh and also, I decided to post this tonight instead of tomorrow cause it was basically done, ops. 

If you didn’t read the title, this is a smut, this is also my first attempt at writing smut so, it may not be fantastic. I apologize if it doesn’t go into great detail or anything, like I said, I’m new to writing smut so this was really awkward for me to write, but I had to start somewhere, soz.

As smuts go, please do not read this if you’re uncomfortable with sexual situations, it’s tots fine to skip out on this one, my dude. 

Anyway, Enjoy! ♥

Word Count: 1504

Warnings: Mild Smut, Fluff(ish)

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New Friends

“Life is worth living again. Another day, life is worth living again.” the last piano note was strummed lightly as Justin pressed down on the key, the sound echoing around the marble room of the entrance hall where his grand piano was displayed in the middle.

It wasn’t often that Justin took time to settle at the large piano and just sing some songs while I watched. He usually left that for the studio room upstairs but today was different for some reason.

Today he actually offered to sing something to me on the piano instead of me begging him like it would usually go down. Without hesitation I agreed, excited to hear the sweet sound of my boyfriends amazingly graceful voice as he sung a melody besides me on the bench. 

I smiled up at the handsome boy with love in my eyes, still so amazed and mesmerised by his talent and the fact that out of all the girls in the world, he picked me as the one he would give his love too. “You’re so amazing Jay.” It came out as a small whisper in the large room, my eyes locked on his honey ones. A smile etched on his face as he leaned slightly inwards, ridding of the space between us both. 

 "I could and will say the same for you.“ His tongue darted out of his mouth, moistening his dry lips in a swift movement. “How did I get so lucky to pick up such an amazing girl?” The simple question had my heart fluttering in my chest.

“The same way I got lucky to be picked up by such a talented guy.” I responded.

Without any more thought in our actions, we both leant forward, connecting our lips together in a familiar kiss that always managed to send shivers and sparks throughout my entire being. 

It started sweet and lovingly, his lips moulding with my own as they squirmed around with mine. The soft flesh of his lips leaving no corner unmarked. Sliding as close as the seat would allow me to over to Justin’s side, I just couldn’t seem to find the closeness I desired. I could never be too close to Justin. 

Finally being fed up with the feeling of distance between my boyfriends and my own bodies, I flicked my right leg up and swung it around his body until I was placed firmly in his lap - lips still fighting against each other. Justin moaned at the proximity of my legs wrapped around him, always being turned on by any contact my body made with his.

His hand that had previously tangled itself in my hair was slowly sliding down my body until it settled on my hip, just next to my butt. His fingers tapped at my hip, teasing me as the once sweet kiss quickly turned to one of hunger and lust. Goosebumps trailed from the area Justin’s fingers tapped at all the way to my core, setting me off as my moan vibrated throughout Justin’s mouth, he knew what was to come next. 

Hesitantly, his lips left mine and began trailing down to the skin on my collar bone, deciding that it was time to give my neck some attention. His mouth worked magics on my neck, biting and nipping at my sweet spot which Justin knew all too well. My head threw back in pleasurable desire, allowing him all the access he wanted to the sensitive area. 

Justin’s hands once again began to travel my body, his hands exploring every imperfection of it, and somehow making all my insecurities flutter away. Squirming down to my hip, his hand squeezed the flesh harshly before trailing further until it found its place at the waistband of my Nike shorts. 

He teased the area, playing around with the fabric, pulling on it to force the impression that he was going to remove them from my body before releasing it, causing it to slap back onto my skin. 

I moaned in aggravation against him, finally becoming impatient as his lustful side began to surface. The cocky, teasingly sexy side to the pop star. The one that everyone desired to get a taste at but couldn’t, since that was for my eyes and my eyes only. 

 "Stop teasing.“ I grunted through the pleasure his lips created, wanting nothing more then to just feel every part of his skin. His smirk recked against my neck in pride of the sexual frustration he brang me, knowing he could get me begging on my knees if he wanted to. For him, I would do anything for his attention, and he loved it.

“Patience, princess.” He rasped, his voice sending heat waves through my core, just begging for his touch. Slowly, his fingers inched down to the most sensitive part of my body. Fingers slipping under the waistband of my shorts and through my underwear until he was met with my heated womanhood. 

His touch sent pins and needles to the surface of my clit, his finger rubbing circles roughly causing my mouth to part and small pants to escape my lips. The smirk which rest on his face revealed just how much he really enjoyed watching me practically melt under his touch, all until he suddenly ripped his hand out of my shorts, bringing his finger up to his mouth. “You taste so good baby girl.” He growled into my ear.

An uncontrolled moan rolled off my lips at the raspiness of his voice and without warning, Justin placed his hands on my hips and lifted me off his lap, harshly placing me down on the keys of his grand white piano. As my weight hit the keys, the sound of the cords echoing around the entrance hall made me jump, creating a not so pleasant, out of range tune.

Justin chuckled at my reaction, standing up from the piano bench until he was aligned with my body, then quickly jerked my pants down my leg pulling my underwear along with it. Knowing exactly what was to come next, I lifted my arms to which Justin responded by tugging my shirt over my head, discarding both items of clothing in a pile on the floor.

As I reached behind me to unclasp my lace bra, Justin took the time I was occupied to pull off his shirt and pants and quickly ran to the bathroom on the ground floor, only to return with a condom.

Using his teeth to rip the packet open, he hurriedly pulled out the rubber item inside and began fumbling to remove his underwear. As his fingers played with the hem of his Calvins, I snatched the condom out of his grasp and waited impatiently for him to reveal himself to me.

Once he was standing fully nude, I quickly moved my hands forward to roll the condom on his large member, letting my hand linger an extra few seconds just to get his boner - which was already rock hard - going.

Soon, Justin’s whimpers began filling the echo-y room as my hands ran up and down his dick, begining slow before gradually picking up the speed. Once I felt Justins cock twitch in my hand and his eyes roll back, followed by his head, I was quick to stop pumping, and lift myself up slightly. 

Justin groaned in frustration, more then likely getting the impression that I had stopped pumping just to tease him, but it was far from that. And as I pulled him forward, using my hand to align his dick up to my opening, I think he finally realised that. 

His dark, lust filled eyes flickered up to mine for only a split second, before he suddenly took control, gripping my hips tightly before pounding into my tight heat. The strength and force in his action had me seeing stars, eyes rolling back in slight pain but mass pleasure. 

“Justin.” I groaned in a breath. It almost came off as a whisper, and Justin liked loud. 

“Louder baby, daddy can’t hear you.” He grunted, steadying a pace as he pounded into me.

“Justin!” I moaned just above an indoor voice. Justin bent over, placing his lips on mine for a quick peck, before slowly trailing down my jaw then landing on my neck, his teeth biting and nipping at the skin. My mind went into overdrive at the sensation, Justin smirking because he knew how sexy I found it when he left love bites. 

“One more time babygirl, I’m finding it hard to hear you over the sound of your wetness.”

Once more I opened my mouth, a small squeal escaping as Justin nipped the spot just above my breast, before a loud “Justin baby, Oh God!!” rolled off my tongue, a smirk playing on his lips.

“That’s right beautiful, you make sure you tell everyone who’s fucking you senseless right now.” His tone, raspy and amused, was enough to push my one step further, with my orgasm just around the corner, I couldn’t take it. Especially when Justin made the bold move of placing a finger on my clit, where he then began rubbing circles. 

“Sh-Shit!” 

“Ugh, God baby your so tight. You make me feel so fucking good.” He growled. 

Looking up towards his face, I couldn’t help but bite my lip at the sight. Justins hair was flipped slightly over his forehead from looking down on me as his eyes squeezed shut tightly. The light reflecting a small layer of sweat against his face, showing how hard he really was into making me feel good.

“Fuck your so hot Baby boy.” After saying this, I quickly sat up, grabbing a hold of Justin where I then wrapped my arms around his torso, digging my nails into his back as he continued. 

“I-I Can’t hold it i-in anymore princess. I’m gonna cum.” He moaned in a strained voice. I smiled, loving the effect we had on each other. 

“Cum for me Jay. C’mon baby.” I urged. 

After a few more strides, I began to feel his thrusts becoming sloppy as he moaned. His dick throbbing a few more times before finally, the warm liquid filled the condom, leaving me to only begin riding off my orgasm.

Justin being Justin, knew I had only began to reach my high and although he had just came himself, he continued to thrust in and out of me, until I couldn’t hold back anymore and made quick to remove Justin from inside of me. Justin quickly moved his arm forward and began rubbing my clit as the liquid from my ejaculation escaped my womanhood, creating a small puddle of arousal on the floor. 

You know he fucked you good when you squirt. 

Once my high had dropped, Justin and I where left a panting mess in each other’s arms. His hand still lay on my clit, a smirk on his face as he leaned down to kiss my forehead. “That was amazing sweetheart.”

“Gotta be on the top ten list.” I muttered, causing a chuckle to escape his throat. Justin stepped back, allowing me space to jump off the keys of the piano and bent down to pick up my shirt. 

Justin did the same, snatching my bra off the ground and handed it to me.

After fastening my bra, slipping on my underwear and shorts, it was just before I had slipped my shirt over my head when the front door suddenly slid open, Za, Khalil, Maejor, Kendall and Hailey all standing on the other side.

“Guess who’s just arrived and is hungry as shit! It’s Za bitches, your lifes just got bette- Holy shit!” 

Justin and I’s heads shot over to look at the intruders, quickly scurrying to tug on the remainder of our missing clothes. With my arousal still on the floor, Justin’s condom tied in a knot placed on the piano and our attempt to hide our revealed body parts with discarded clothes, it was more then obvious what had just gone down here. 

“Seriously guys?” Kendall groaned. 

“What do you mean seriously?!  You didn’t tell us y’all were coming over, and last time we checked, this was our house! We usually have privacy in here.” Justin stated. 

“Yeah but like…On the piano? Really?” Haileys face twisted in slight distraught. 

“Y’all just jealous.” I smirked, walking to the kitchen to roll up same paper towels.

“Damn Y/n! I didn’t know you were a squirter!” Za yelled as I re-entered the room to clean the mess on the floor.

“Ew Za…Just ew.” Hailey mumbled, shaking her head. 

“You know what, we’ll be in the theatre room. You all can join us once your done cleaning up the result of your fuck fest.” Khalil chuckled. They all nodded, all sliding past us and up the stairs, all except for Za, who had gone the opposite direction into the kitchen only to return with a packet of cheetos and a coke can.

Sending us a nod with a mouthful of cheetos, the spastic boy jumped up the stairs, skipping every other step. Once there was no more best friends to be seen, Justin and I looked back at each other both sighing before allowing small giggled to escape our lips. Justin slid forward, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulled me into a slightly sloppy kiss. 

Savouring every moment, I couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed when he pulled away.

“Our friends are mentally challenged.” I giggled. Justin chuckled along to my offensive joke.

“I think we need a new address, so they don’t know where to find us and barge in on our sex life again.” Justin sighed.

“Stuff a new address, how about new friends?” I smiled.

“WE HEARD THAT!” Kendall shouted from upstairs.

Justin and I chuckled before reconnecting our lips one last time.

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I really didn’t know how to end this one.

Originally posted by ryxnsven

Your Body Is My Wonderland (smut)

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Requested: no (Fluff in the beginning) 

Word count: 4,224

I was resting my back against Shawn’s broad chest, while his fingers were running through my wet newly washed hair. We were chilling in bed, watching movies after a long day for the both of us. We were sipping beers, celebrating this day finally coming to an end.

I was tucked tightly into a blanket, feeling Shawn place tender kisses on my neck once in a while. His arms were tightly shut around my body, making every inch of my skin feel tickly just by his faint yet loving touches.

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I want to talk about Cassian...

Because of course I do. But I have been having some thoughts about him and his position both within the Inner Circle but also what he does in a wider sense for Rhys and the Night Court and the challenges he must have faced in doing so. 

“And we’re not lesser faeries, though some try to call us that. We’re just—Illyrians. Considered expendable aerial cavalry for the Night Court at the best of times, mindless soldier grunts at the worst.
“Which is most of the time,” Azriel clarified.

I want to consider how this idea must have shaped Cassian (and Azriel)’s time in the Night Court. This is the court a large chunk of which rejected Rhys – the most powerful High Lord in Prythian’s history in part because he was half-Illyrian. I don’t think it’s a huge stretch to imagine that this prideful court might not have reacted altogether that well when their armies were placed under the command of a bastard born pure Illyrian warrior like Cassian.

To them the Illyrians are ‘expendable’ or else ‘mindless soldier grunts’ they’re arrow fodder, they’re the consistent vanguard that does the brunt of the damage and takes the brunt of the blows from the oncoming battle and protects the far more important, far more valuable High Fae and faerie warriors of the Night Court behind them. They’re a shield and a battering ram, a tool to be used and little more.

I can’t imagine that they took well to having Cassian placed over them as commander, no matter how he might have proved himself in battle these sort of stereotypes and ways of thinking aren’t something you overcome because of a few good war stories. I can only imagine the backlash that Cassian suffered as a result of this and how these people he would lay down his life to protect more than likely thought him entirely unworthy of his position, unworthy of respect, unworthy of the honour of command, unworthy to lead them.

But I don’t really want to focus too much on that aspect of it. I want to focus on Cassian. And I want to focus on the way in which I think he would have won these warriors over (because he still commands Rhys’ armies. If he’d been unable to do so, unable to earn their loyalty and obedience he wouldn’t)

Methods of controlling/keeping subjects and inferiors in line is something that is brought up in this series. It’s not given a huge amount of attention but it is there. Tamlin is a good example of the other side of Cassian’s coin.

Tamlin and the Spring Court before him is steeped in a tradition of control and control through fear. This is seen on a small scale with the way in which Tamlin responds to Lucien pushing back, he belittles Lucien, “Did I ask for your opinion?”  and uses his considerable power to punish Lucien for an insolent look (a punishment we’re never shown which adds to the sense of fear) 

But it’s seen on a larger scale with the Tithe. People are expected to pay their dues to him and they turn up and do so yes because it’s a symbiotic balance in a way – they provide for Tamlin and he keeps them safe – but also from the fear of him hunting them down and executing them if they don’t do as they’re commanded.

This method is no doubt successful but in the long term it has some very serious, gaping flaws. Ruling with fear leaves little room for anything else and I don’t think it inspires a whole lot of loyalty or respect.

The flip side of this is I think the method that Cassian would have used to bind his warriors to him. I can’t see Cassian ordering brutal punishments or executions for those who refuse to fall in line with him (largely because initially this would likely have meant executing pretty much everyone) I don’t think fear or brutality would have appealed in the least to Cassian (I don’t think he’s a pushover; and if someone betrays them or acts out of turn he will punish them) but initially, making people fall in because they fear him isn’t something I can see him doing.

I think Cassian would have won them to him with love. With compassion and empathy and that heart of his. I think Cassian, the greatest warrior Rhys has ever known, doesn’t use that aspect of himself to command fear and make his men too terrified of his wrath to disobey them – I think he inspires love in his men and I think this love breeds the loyalty and respect that Tamlin is lacking which is why Cassian has been so successful as a commander in the past.

Rhys loosed a breath. “…I’ve witnessed Cassian rip apart opponents and then puke his guts up once the carnage stopped, sometimes even mourn them.

There’s such compassion in Cassian, raw, strong, utterly unapologetic compassion. I think that in spite of being one of the strongest Illyrians in history and being loaded with the killing power, despite everything that’s been done to him and everything he’s seen Cassian retains quite a tender heart. Which is so rare from this type of male character? The cocky warrior with the skills and title to back that up is allowed to have that gentleness to him, is allowed to respond to the things he’s done in this way, is allowed to throw his guts up after killing, is allowed to mourn his enemy because he feels what he’s done so keenly.

Cassian is a warrior at heart. Born and bred and trained to be one of the best killers in Prythian but I think he’s far deeper and more complex than that. He is not only a warrior. He is a trainer and a brother, a friend, a lover and a dreamer. He is not defined by this warrior status. He is not a bloodthirsty killer who delights in battle and argues for war as the way forward in every instance. He is a fighter – the best Rhys has ever come across – but he doesn’t relish it. He doesn’t relish violence or death. He doesn’t take any pleasure in it. He doesn’t claim glory from the things he’s done or the title he holds.

Cassian shrugged, wings tucking in tighter. “I command Rhys’s armies.”
As if such a position were something that one shrugged off. 

But for Cassian that is the way he responds to it because that may be the title that he holds but it is not who he is. It does not define him. His pride does not lie in the number of warriors he has at his disposal, the number of men he can send to slaughter and die. It does not lie in the great, bloody deeds he’s done in war. It does not lie in the people he has killed. It lies in the people he has saved. Which is why Cassian mourns his enemies, the people he’s killed, the people that need not have died, the people that might have been saved and weren’t. All of them. Friend or foe.

When she finally noticed Cassian, she looked up at him.
His voice was rough as he said, “Five hundred years ago, I fought on battlefields not far from this house. I fought beside human and faerie alike, bled beside them. I will stand on that battlefield again, Nesta Archeron, to protect this house—your people. I can think of no better way to end my existence than to defend those who need it most.”

This I think is one of the most telling and important moments for sussing out who Cassian is and that last line in particular I think is one of the most defining Cassian quotes I can think of. It tells you what he values, it tells you what he loves, it tells you why he fights which is the most important question for someone like Cassian in the position that he’s in. He must always be ready to fight and die; he must always be able to rationalise it and justify it and live with it afterwards especially when he responds to death the way he does: he must know why he fights and what for.

This is a man who fights because he must. This is a man who fights not for glory or honour or riches or legacy or for the simple pleasure of violence and killing. This is a man who fights for love. For compassion. A man who does these things because he has to, to protect those who cannot protect themselves - for this he will die, for this he will blacken his soul and bloody his hands with the acts of war that make him sick to his stomach again and again and again. To defend those who need it most.

The wrappings around my hands were now mere smudges of soot. Cassian’s upraised palms remained before me—ready to take the blow, if I needed to make it. “I’m all right,” he said quietly. Gently.
And maybe I was exhausted and broken, but I breathed, “I killed them.”
I hadn’t said the words aloud since it had happened.
Cassian’s lips tightened. “I know.” Not condemnation, not praise. But grim understanding.

This whole scene is beautifully written and put together and incredibly moving and it’s something I fully intend to meta on and pick apart much more completely than this when I reach it again in ACOMAF. But for Feyre for her recovery, for her grief and guilt this moment where she expresses it out loud is a huge turning point for her and incredibly important. But for Cassian too, for understanding him it’s hugely important for his character as well.

This was one of the first moments where I truly saw Cassian; saw the man behind the fighting leathers and the cocky smiles, saw to that burning heart he has inside. This is a point at which you realise that Cassian is a fighter and a warrior and a killer but in spite of all that, deep down, I don’t think that’s what defines him the most. It’s not the core of him, it’s not the heart of him. It’s an aspect of him, a very important one but it’s not the be all and end all of his character or existence.

Which again is something we very rarely see from characters like Cassian who are built up to be great warriors and fighters. They’re so rarely allowed to have the raw emotion that Cassian has. They would so rarely be allowed to make an admission like this, to respond in this way to an act of selfless heroism. He doesn’t try and rationalise it for her or justify it or offer her glory or try and brush it off. He doesn’t pity her. He doesn’t condemn her. He doesn’t praise her. He just understands her.

This is a man of empathy. A man who looks at Feyre Cursebreaker, the girl they hero worship for the thing that makes her vomit her guts up every single night, the thing that torments her awake and asleep, the thing that makes her feel that ‘it should have been me’ and simply says ‘I know’.

 Cassian understands this, understands her, because when history remembers them their legacy will not be cold sweats and fickle dreams. It will not be their grief and sadness for every death on every side. It will be as heroes. With no thought of the price of that heroism, the weight they carry, the blood they can never wash off. It will remember him as the army leader, one of the strongest Illyrians in history, the greatest warrior of his age. It will remember the people he killed. The great deeds he performed. The slaughter and the glory of the warrior incarnate. I hope it does not forget why. I hope it does not forget his heart. 

Im so in love with you // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Shawn accidentally tells Y/N he loves her

Requested: yeeees

Authors note:


“SHAWN move it, the movie’s starting,” I yell, the sound echoing around our small, shared apartment.

“I’m coming women, calm it down,” Shawn calls back from the kitchen, emerging seconds later with two cans of coke in his grasp.

“Ooh yes please,” I reach for the drink and Shawn cheekily moves his hand out of my range. I glare at him as he chuckles, flopping himself down on the couch next to me. Immediately I crawl across onto his lap, sprawling my body across his and making myself at home.

“Comfy there?” Shawn asks, popping the lid to each can, handing me mine. 

“Defiantly,” I reply, resting my head on his shoulder. He presses a kiss to the top of my head, his arm sneaking around my back to lay on my hip, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“I chose It’s a boy girl thing, hope you don’t mind,” I mumble, intently starring at the screen.

“It’s fine, as long as you like it,” Shawn murmurs back, taking a sip of his drink.


15 minutes later we’re both chuckling at the romantic comedy. 

“That reminds me,” I say right after a funny moment, turning my gaze on Shawn. “Someone said a really funny joke in class today and I have to tell you,”

“Shoot,” Shawn says, gaze falling on me, the movie forgotten in the background as we both get absorbed in each other and the topic.

“Right so, whats the difference- th-the… difference,” I start laughing, unable to control the giggles spilling out of my mouth.

“Y/n,” Shawn whines, pulling me closer to him as I wheeze with laughter. 

“Sorry,” I gasp, finally managing to calm down. “What’s the difference between roast beef and pea soup?” 

We stare at each other, the movie filling the silence. I raise my eyebrows at him, waiting for the answer and he rolls his eyes.

“What is the difference Y/n?” He asks, a grin escaping onto his face.

“You can roast beef but you can’t pea soup,” I grin, waiting for him to start laughing. Instead, we just end up starring at each other again, me looking hopeful at him and Shawn starring blankly back.

“That was the worst joke I’ve ever heard in my life,” 

“You’re the worst thing I’ve heard of in my life,” 

Shawn laughs, squeezing my side gently making me squirm in his grip.

“Take that back right now,”  Shawn demands, squeezing my hip again.

“Make me,” I argue, laughing at his touch.

“You asked for it,” With that he flings me underneath him, quickly covering my body with his as he straddles me and begins tickling my sides.

“NO, Shawn!” I laugh, or more like cackle at his merciless attack.

“Say Shawn is the best thing to happen to me in my life,” he says, trying to look stern but the grin on his face does the opposite.

“My mum told me to never lie,” I tease back as his tickling ceases for a second.

“You little,” His hands resume and I gasp, trying to get air into my lungs as I laugh.

“Okay, I’m joking, I’m joking,” 

“Say it!” He laughs, watching me wriggle, trying to get out of his embrace.

“Shawn is the best thing to ever happen to me,” I cry, laughing hard.

“Damn I right I am,” he laughs, stopping his attack.

“Damn right you are,” I giggle, reaching up to kiss his cheek swiftly.

“God I’m so in love you,”

I freeze, eyes snapping to meet his alarmed ones. Redness quickly begins to creep onto his cheeks and he clears his throat awkwardly. 

“I, um,” Shawn avoids my eyes.

“Did you just say I love you?” I ask, just in case I heard wrong.

“I… yeah,” He mumbles, pulling himself off me and sitting up. “I didn’t mean to, it just kind of slipped out,” He tries to justify.

“Was not expecting that,” I try to joke but Shawn still isn’t meeting my eyes. My gaze softens, noticing how much those three words have effected him.

“Hey,” I say softly, running my hand across his back in soft comforting movements.

“I’m sorry if I ruined everything,” He says, meeting my eyes briefly.

“It’s fi-”

“Honestly, before I could even think I was just saying it,”

“Shawn its-”

“I know we’ve only been dating for a couple weeks but we were friends for quite a while beforehand so its understandable for me to feel this way about you-”

“Shawn I love you too,” I almost scream, frustrated that he wasn’t listening.

“You do?” his whole face lights up at my words.

“Of course I do, you’re the best thing to happen to me remember?” I smirk, creeping closer to his body.

“Mmhm, that’s true,” and he’s back to himself, the nervous Shawn gone in a blink of an eye. “I love you,” Shawn smiles, my heartbeat going a million miles a minute, then presses his lips upon mine.

Permission

Finn Balor/Jeff Hardy/OC: Reader uses the boy’s moves without their permission. It winds up being helpful though.

Warning: a slight Daddy kink, choking, I think thats it

Yeah so this happened and I don’t know where it came from.

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As I sat on a cart backstage I hummed a light tune to myself. I was beyond excited to wrestle tonight and I hoped that my new gear would show that. As I sat there messing with my wrestling gear top I heard two familiar voices. I looked up to see Jeff and Finn arguing about something. I smiled at myself while jumping off the cart and walked up to the two men. “Hey boys. Do you guys like my new gear? It’s not to showy is it?” I did a small turn poking my ass out just a little.

“Yeah baby it looks good. All the men here are gonna get in trouble if you don’t keep your distance.” Jeff said as he raised an eyebrow. He pushed my hip making me turn again. I giggled at the contact.

“Finn, you have anything to say?” I bat my eyelashes at Finn and grabbed his hand.

“Do you always flirt and tease this much?” Finn said as he looked between me and Jeff.

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A/N: This was requested by anon so here it is! Hope you like it! Send me more requests and prompts

Words: 1,273

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Originally posted by admireforever


You and Stiles have been dating for a good while now, two years to say the least. You’ve known him since forever, like there wasn’t a time where Stiles wasn’t in your memory. You had always had a crush on him and you found out he had crush on you as well. So, you two had started dating. But lately you were a bit worried.

Stiles had been hanging around Lydia a lot more recently and you couldn’t help but feel a twig of jealousy. Lydia and you were best friends and you knew she’d never do anything to hurt you guys’ friendship. But you couldn’t help but fill like Stiles isn’t over her. Like there was something there between them still.

What if it was just my imagination though? I could just be blinded by jealousy. But my doubting thoughts kept repeating on and on in my head, making more uneasy. Today really didn’t help, I asked Stiles for help with my homework but he ditched me to help Lydia because she found another dead body. I know that’s important and I probably sound selfish but this happened more than once. He’s done this a bunch of times and at first I thought nothing of it.

Then it happened again and again. He’d tell me he’d make it up to me later which I didn’t doubt. Yet again, I feel like I’m second choice when it comes to Lydia.

I sat in my living room, staring hard at the wall in front of me, deep in the pit of my thoughts. The little fan was spinning making it the only sound in the quiet room, casting a small wind towards me. Only one light was on, the rest of the room was dark.

I was holding my phone in my hands, having just gotten done with texting Stiles to come over. Now I was contemplating. Should I really ask Stiles if he’s still in love with his old crush? What if it wasn’t anything to worry about. That’s what Scott’s been telling me. Yes, I had told Scott about my current dilemma, him being my other best friend. He told me Stiles wouldn’t do that to me, he loves me no matter what.

I hope he’s right about that.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

I turned my head to the direction of the front door, seeing a figure standing behind the curtain covered window door. I placed my phone down on the coffee table and got up, gingerly walking towards the front door.

I opened the door to find my exhausted looking boyfriend standing behind it, giving me a tired smile. “Hey, Y/N.”

I returned the smile with my own, “Hey.” He entered and gave me a peck on the forehead before heading for the living room.

I followed him in there finding him already sprawled out on the couch, just looking tired. It had been a long day for all of us. Dealing with the supernatural on a daily basis can really drain you out. I walked over towards the couch and plopped on top of him, he grunted softly but didn’t move me. I lied my head on his chest, wrapping my arms around his torso.

He strong arms wrapped around me also, I could feel him breathing into my hair, probably taking in my scent like he always did when we cuddled like this.

We just lied there in silence for what seemed like a long while, I would’ve fallen asleep by listening to his heart beat, but my plague of doubts kept my eyes from drooping. My own heart rate picked up as I was trying to decided whether or not if I should ask him about it. He was sitting here right now with me and all I had to do was open my mouth.

“Stiles.” I spoke, trying hard to not waver my voice. He hummed in response, something he always did when he was half awake and half asleep. I sat up from his chest and looked back at him, pressing my lips into a thin line, “Do you…” I hesitated, closing my eyes for a moment, that way I wouldn’t have to look at him when I asked this, “Do you still have feelings for Lydia?”

There was silence and this is why I was glad I kept my eyes closed. I didn’t want to see his reaction, because I could read him well, and when I read him I might find something I don’t want to see. “Why would you ask me that?” I heard him say. I felt shifting next to me, my eyes never opening. I felt something slip under my chin and turn my head towards him, “Hey, look at me.” The way his voice was so soft made me open my eyes and meet his beautiful dark honey ones. “Why would you think that?”

I moved my chin away from his finger and look forward, elbows on my knees, “Just…lately, you’ve been around her more.” I didn’t meet his eyes as I kept them straight. “I’ve seen the way you look at her, Stiles and it’s different than the way you look at me.”

I felt his fingers intertwined with mines, giving them a soft squeeze. Our hands fitting perfectly with each other. “Y/N,” I took a risk and looked him in the eyes as he continued, “Do you know why I fell for you?”

“Enlighten me.”

His thumb rubbed small circled on my hand as he spoke, “Because you’re the one that noticed me.” My eyebrows rose but before I could say anything he continued, “You’re the one that gave me the time of day while Lydia was with her past boyfriends. You’re the first girl I ever danced with. You saved my life, multiple times, and you’ve always been this safe place.” I saw his eyes glance down at my lips before meeting my eyes again, “I love you, Y/N, and only you. Always. And that’s never going to change.”

He then dug into his pocket and took out a small object. My eyes widened once I saw it was a silver ring. I mean, we’re only eighteen. How are we supposed to…? A million thoughts rushed through my head, almost forgetting that Stiles was sitting right next to me. I pulled out of my spinning thoughts when he grabbed my hand and place the ring on my finger, “What’s it for?” I blurted, while staring at the plain silver ring.

“It’s a promise ring.” He answered, my cheeks were burning now as I looked down trying to hide it. “I’ve wanted to give that to you for a while now,” I found his eyes again, just staring into his eyes made me drown in them all the time. Because they were so beautiful. “Didn’t find the right time until now.”

I held my hand up, “What’s the promise?”

Next thing I know, his lips were on mines. Soft, gentle, and warm like always, in sync with mines. The butterflies would rekindle every time. I shivered at the break of contact, but his face was still inches from mines.

“It’s a promise that one day I’m going to marry you.” He replied huskily, “And that I’ll never make you doubt us again.”

I couldn’t help but smile, while tears glistened down my cheek. I pulled him in for another kiss which he gladly excepted. My hands cupped his cheeks, touching the roots of his hair. We broke apart, a smile still on my face, “I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you more.” I smiled.

“I love you always.”

Wrong Loves Her Company (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but I’m still a little sick and this weekend was crazy so it took me long than normal to finish this. This just a drabble, so it’s a little shorter than normal. Also, this part is based off the assumption that you’ve read part 6  so if you haven’t, I would read it so certain things make more sense. The finale (part 7) will be coming out on Sunday. I’m not ready, but it’s going to be long and angsty. I hope this holds you over until then. Also this is from Dylan’s POV, if I didn’t already mention that. Love you always, babes.

Thanks to: @writing-obrien

Warning: Oral

Word Count: 2612

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Then Ask Me. (Sebastian Smythe Imagine)

Request: Hiiii! Could I please request a Sebastian Smythe x Reader where someone is flirting with y/n and Sebastian gets jealous?? Lots of fluff, please! Thanks!

I haven’t written a Sebastian Smythe imagine is so long… Please bare with me if this isn’t up to par with some of my older work. 

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by the-flash-world

Although he thought his jealousy was undetectable, Sebastian clenched his jaw, letting it be known to those who paid attention to detail. He watched as you laugh at something Kurt had said at the Glee Club party that Blaine invited him to, as a sign of good friendship. He remembered the first time he laid eyes on you. You were performing with the Glee Club and he was instantly taken, but he didn’t act on it for he was confused about his feelings. 

But seeing you again, after asking for a sign from the heavens above, he knew that he had this second chance. But before he could even swoop you into a conversation, Sam and Kurt decided to crowd you. Sebastian knew that Kurt posed no threat, whatsoever, but it was Sam that worried him. Blonde, tall, handsome, he was sure that you were taken with him already. 

Sebastian didn’t know that Sam didn’t catch your eye. You knew of Sebastian Smythe, notorious for attempting to ruin the Glee Club before you joined. You didn’t know that he was the most handsome fellow that you’ll ever put your eyes on. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you saw, from the corner of your eye, that he was making his way over. But Kurt and Sam interrupted your fairytale moment. 

Then Artie wheeled in. “Hey, (Y/N).” Artie waved. “You did really great at rehearsals today. You should’ve tried out for the lead in the musical.” 

You blushed at the compliment and muttered a quiet thank you. Sebastian, who was out of earshot, quickly noticed your bashfulness and steam fumed from his ears. Artie, of all the guys in your club, was the one that you were interested in? He decided to situate himself closer so that he could listen into your conversation.

“No, seriously, (Y/N). Rachel’s voice is something we’ve heard time and time again. You have an amazing voice. You should fight Rachel for the role with a Diva Off.” Artie rambled on.

Sam and Kurt both agreed saying that you can definitely dethrone the Rachel Berry. You shrugged, “I mean, I’m not Rachel ready to perform. She’s always on-key and she’s a great dancer.” Kurt snorted at your compliment. 

“You, my friend, are too kind. That’s probably why you’ve never been slushied.” Kurt laughed. You offered a small smile. 

“It’s either you’re too nice or you’re too hot.” Sam said, bluntly. Sebastian rolled his eyes. “My vote is you’re too hot.” Your expression contorted itself to a uneasy look. You’ve gotten ‘pretty’ and ‘beautiful’ as compliments, and those were appropriate words… But the term ‘hot’ just made you roll your shoulders back to suggest for him to not say that. 

“If you want vocal lessons, I can totally help. Not that you need it, your hot and your voice is amazing.” You bit your lip, not finding the correct words to tell them to stop. “You can go to my house and-”

He squeezed himself into your small circle and blurted out. “She can’t. She has vocal lessons with me.” You gave Sebastian a strange look, making him wink- almost inaudibly encouraging you to play along. “Why do you think her voice is so beautiful? Like she is.” 

“Really, Sebastian, (Y/N)?” All three of them asked. 

You nodded. “Hey, (Y/N), can I talk to you about our scheduling. I have lacrosse practice on our usual days this week.” Sebastian said, cocking his head to the side, telling you to follow him that way. You got up and said your goodbyes. “I’m sorry I butted in like that. I saw how uncomfortable you looked when they were calling you hot….” 

“You didn’t have to save me. You aren’t the Flash or anything.” You laughed. 

“I was actually going to call you my girlfriend, but I thought that since we don’t know each other for that long, it wouldn’t be as convincing. So I thought that I’d say I was your tutor for singing, not that you need it. But um-” 

“You talk a mile a minute.” You laughed. A comfortable silence fell upon you two. “Was there something you wanted to ask me?”

“I was going to ask you out on a date… But I think I’ve already blew my chances. Good night, (Y/N).” Sebastian nodded, embarrassed at his rambling. 

He started to walk off but you grabbed his arm. “Then Ask Me.” You whispered.