my sister and i squealed so much

“So, Mom and Dad are gone for the night, so I thought I’d make you dinner!” My sister squealed excitedly. She was too cute for words when she came up with her brother/sister bonding ideas.

“That sounds really great. What are you going to make?” My eyes wandered her body as I waited for her answer. I could never get enough of my little sister.

“Chicken Stir Fry. One of your favorites!” She winked at me. I nodded, telling her how much I’d love her to cook me dinner, and she giggled and ran off to her room.

Twenty minutes later she returned. My eyes locked on her immediately. Her jeans were gone, but what remained were a very cute, very tight pair of panties. She wore a plain white t-shirt that clung to her skin. I could see how hard her nipples were underneath. And finally, thigh-high socks. She knows all my weaknesses by now. She walked by me towards the kitchen, giving me a sly glance and a wink.

She grabbed the small apron off the wall, tying it around herself. All it did was put more focus on her plump little ass. As she made her way through the kitchen, gathering ingredients and turning on the stove, all I could do was watch as her perfectly round bottom bounced with every step. I started to rub my cock through my jeans as I let my eyes wander. She glanced over to me occasionally, seeing the state she put me in, and smiling before returning her focus to the preparation of dinner.

I watched her as she cut the chicken, then placed the pieces in the hot frying pan. The sizzling chicken was enough to cover the sound of my footsteps as I snuck up behind her. I put my hand on her shoulder, startling her for a moment. “Hey! The kitchen is for chefs only! Get out of her” She mocked, but I didn’t leave. I brushed her hair off her shoulder, exposing her neck. I leaned down and pressed my lips against the sensitive skin. She moaned and closed her eyes, absentmindedly stirring the chicken. As I planted wet kisses all over her neck, one of her arms reached up, wrapping itself around my head. “Oh god that’s good…” she groaned as she ran her fingers through my hair. The hand holding the spatula slowed the more I kissed her, too distracted to keep stirring. And when my left hand crawled up her belly, under her shirt, and grasped one of her breasts, it fell from her hand, landing noisily on the floor. “Fuck…” she muttered as my hand groped her perky breast.

My right hand was rubbing her lower back, then slid it down, under the back of the panties. She gasped as my finger made its way down her crack, between her glorious cheeks. “Where do you want it…” I whispered into her ears. She bit her lower lip and moaned something under her breath. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” I teased my finger against her puckered little hole.

“In my ass. Please, fuck my ass.” I pushed inside, which made her slap her hand down on the counter, supporting herself up as my finger invaded her asshole. “Oh god, fuck me!” She breathed. I started pumping my finger in and out of her ass, still kissing her neck and groping her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple. I saw her hand slide under her panties, and she started furiously rubbing her clit as I fingered her ass. “Oh god, you couldn’t have waited till after dinner?”

“No.” I said simply. “Cum for me.” My little sisters body began to shutter, and legs shaking. I put my arm around her waist, holding her up but still pumping my finger in her ass as she rubbed her pussy. She moaned in my arms, drooling as her orgasm spread through her body like a wild fire. Her thighs quivered and her ass squeezed around my finger as filth slipped from her mouth. “Shit, fuck… Fuck my ass, please!”

When she finally came down and was able to stand up on her own again, she turned to me, legs still shaking and unsteady. She smiled weakly at me and hugged me.

As I held my little sister in my arms, my nose picked up something that, in our lust haze, we hadn’t noticed until now. We both looked at the frying pan at the same time, and sighed. “We burned the chicken…” I said apologetically. “Sorry, sis.”

She just smiled. “It’s OK. We can just order out tonight.” She grabbed the pan, and set it down in the sink, and turned off the stove top. Grabbing the phone off the wall and handing it to me, she said “Here, you call. I’m thinking pizza. And while we wait for them to get here…” she reached her hand to the bulge in my jeans, rubbing it and licking her lips.

I just hope he payed for it. It was his fault after all. ;)

Beauty & The Beast: Chapter One

The sweet scent of roses mingled with the crisp morning air as Beauty skipped down a narrow path around the sparkling lake. A slight breeze produced a few ripples on the surface of the water and caressed the young girl’s rosy cheeks.


The girl paused and turned around to face the dark gray mansion behind her. She grinned, then sprinted toward the handsome woman calling to her.

“You look quite refreshed, darling,” the woman laughed, brushing a stray lock of dark brown hair behind her ear.

“It is so beautiful this morning, mother! The birds have been singing to me for hours and the flowers are perfect for a bouquet,” Beauty rushed, her eyes twinkling. “Have you ever seen a morning more exquisite than this?”

“Exquisite? And which book did you learn that word from?” her mother asked in amusement.

“The book Father gave me before he left on his trip, An Exquisite Day in Paradise. It’s a murder mystery!”

Frowning, Beauty’s mother shook her head. “Why do you not read normal books about love, like your sisters do?”

Beauty wrinkled her nose. “Love is boring. Mysteries are exciting. Father says that romance books do not teach anything useful.”

“Speaking of your father, he just arrived and would like to see you.”

“He did?” Beauty squealed, her face flushing with excitement as she presented a handful of colorful wild flowers neatly arranged in her tiny hands. “May I take him these flowers?”


“Yes, mother?”


Beauty tilted her head and stared up at her mother. The former elegance of the woman began to fade as her face paled and she began to shake.

“Mother? Mother, what’s wrong?”

“Bea…uty…” her mother murmured quietly, then her body vanished into thin air.


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Adam Cole x Reader

Originally posted by superkickparty

Adams pov

“Are you really contemplating on swiping left? Are you frickin kidding me?”

“Uh, duh. It’s weird if I swipe right. I mean we’re really close and if she ever finds out that I’m interested that’ll be over!”

“I think I have to slap you, maybe then you hear the crap that comes out of your mouth!”

“What are you talking about? These are appropriate doubts! This would change everything!” I defended myself against Kenny.

“Yeah, it would change everything in a good way. In the way that you’re always dreaming of, dumbass!” he snorted.

“Oh come one, leave me be!”

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Every Intention

AN: Not one of my best works and it’s p cheesy but oh well

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Word Count: 1284

Warning: None(?)

You knew were damned when you first locked eyes on the tall Frenchman whose laugh was music to your ears and whose eyes shone brighter than the moon that night in the Winter’s Ball.

Before attending, you were opposed to the idea of going to the ball with your sisters but as of the moment, you couldn’t thank them enough for forcing your stubborn self to go with them.

“Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette,” You were even attracted to the charming man’s thick French accent, the feeling of the kiss he planted on the back of your hand making your heart beat faster.

“But you can call me Lafayette, mon cher.” The way he laughed was heavenly.

“Y/N Schuyler.” You gave him the best smile you could.

“Un beau nom pour une belle et charmante dame. [A beautiful name for a beautiful and charming lady]” His smile was one of a kind. Oh, how wish you could just take him away far away right now.

“Merci.” You giggled as his eyes widened a little in surprise.

“Mon Dieu, you didn’t tell me you could speak French!” Lafayette laughed. “I might, how you say, embarrass myself further in front of you, mon amour.”

“I don’t speak the language, but I do know and understand a few words.”

“Je vois,” he paused and smiled. “Tell me something about yourself in French, mon amour.”

You thought for a long time, trying to gather the right words before saying, “Je suis attiré par vous, Lafayette. [I’m attracted to you, Lafayette.]”

Lafayette had this smile that you couldn’t quite describe. He held your hand once more and led you to the center of the room to dance. His hold on you was firm as if he were to let his guard down around you, you’d disappear.

“As am I, Y/N.”


A week after the ball, Lafayette had to leave for the war, promising to you that he’d try his best to send letters often as possible. And he did. Every other week you’d receive a letter from him and be in joy with your sister, Eliza, as she seemed to have fallen for someone too.

My dearest, Y/N,

Mon amour, je veux être avec vous. Chaque jour a été difficile de ne pas être en mesure de vous voir sourire et sentir votre peau sur la mienne. [My love, I want to be with you. Every day has been difficult with not being able to see you smile and feel your skin on mine] Worry not as when the war is done, I will come back to you and make you the happiest. I have once told myself that in joining this war, if I were to die, it would be fine as I’ve died fighting for freedom but ever since I met you, I told myself otherwise. I would live. Live to see you smile again and live to grow old with you. And we will make it work. But the most important of all, how are you?

Vôtre pour toujours,


Only after reading the letter, you realized you had let a few tears roll down your cheek onto the letter. You missed him. You missed him so much it was driving you crazy. You’ve only known the Frenchman for a month or so yet you’d grown so attached to him. The week before he left was one of the best weeks of your life, spending the day in his arms or in his bed.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Eliza tapped your shoulder, a concerned look on her face. “What did he write? Did he..”

“No, no,” you laughed a little, wiping the few remaining tears you felt ridiculous for having. “I miss him, Eliza. I know it’s all happening too fast but I’m so sure about him! What if..”

You were pulled into a tight and reassuring hug by your sister. “I’m sure you know that I feel the same way, Y/N.” She pulled back, a sad smile across her face. “We can’t help what happens in the war. We only hope that they return safely and unscathed.”

Mon coeur,

I’m afraid I’d be lying if I said I was fine and doing well without you. I miss you and hope that you do come back home safely. I ache for your presence and your lips on mine. I know that you are a great man of honor but would it be selfish to say that I want you back here with me right now?

Vôtre pour toujours,

Y/N Schuyler.

You couldn’t bring yourself to write any more than what was written on the paper. If you did, you would have written non stop and sent him a ten page letter. You shoved the letter into an envelope and asked one of the maids to send the letter for you.

In the same week, you’d gotten a letter from Lafayette which was unusual since they’d come the next week after you’d send one. When you opened the letter, there was no greeting or anything at all for that matter. There was only one word in the middle of the paper.


The next day, you were woken up at noon which, too, was unusual. You were more of a night owl than an early bird so you’d always have someone wake you up. You rose from you bed, fixed yourself, and headed downstairs in your nightgown.

You heard laughs and giggles in the living room. Everything felt so off today.

“Y/N! Come quick!” Angelica whisper-shouted to you and motioned you to spy on what seemed to be your father talking to others.

“What’s this all about?” You whispered. “And why are we whispering?”

“Alexander arrived this morning to ask Eliza’s hand in marriage!” Peggy squealed and tried her best not to make much noise.

You can’t help but feel a little jealous. Eliza’s partner had made all the efforts into surprising her while yours had only sent you a one worded letter yesterday that only said no.

“I’m.. Going back to sleep.” You mumbled.

“What? But it’s noon!” Eliza said, holding your hand to prevent you from going back to your room.

“I’m tired.” You tried to smile. You wanted to be happy for your sister but you just couldn’t under these circumstances and you felt horrid for it.

“Mon ange, you should stay awake for me.” Arms snaked around your waist pulling you away from your sisters. The French accent, you very well knew who this was.

“Lafayette!” You screamed in joy and hugged him as he raised you from the ground, twirling you around in the air.

“In one of my letters,” he stated, putting you back down on the ground. “I said that if you needed me back, I will go. You are the most important thing to me right now,” you heard your sisters ‘aww’. “What took you so long?”

“I felt selfish for wanting you back. But I knew the revolution meant something to you.”

“You mean so much more, mon amour.” Again, you heard your sisters 'aww’ and squeal in happiness then Angelica had stepped in.

“You know that’s not the only reason why he came back, Y/N.” She winked.


Your father came to join the five of you with Alexander tailing behind with his arm around Eliza’s waist, whispering to her ear that made her giggle. “I trust you with my daughters, Alexander.” He looked at him with a smile and Alexander grinned.

“Lafayette.” Your father nodded, giving the same smile.

“Yes, sir.”

“Lafayette? What’s going on?” You asked, lightly pulling at his jacket.

“Living to grow old with you means that I have every intention of marrying you, Y/N.” Lafayette smiled and brought his lips to yours even if he was fully aware that your father was watching.

You smiled into the kiss and pulled back to say, “Je t'aime.”

Bookstore Shennanigans (Brendon Urie X Reader)

Had this on my evernote a while back. Bit crappy, but I guess you’d enjoy..?

If you don’t find me lame and you hope for more, send a request.

Dear Julianne and Martina, don’t laugh at me

Pairing: Brendon Urie and Reader

You paced the aisles of the music store that was conncted to the bookstore. Your headphones were connected to the iPad you had in your backpack, so you can listen to music. Well, Panic! At The Disco to be exact. Why you had an iPad with you? Your parents won’t let you buy an iPhone, let alone buy your own phone. You were stuck with the ones your sisters passed down, and it does nothing but send messages to friends who won’t message back during summer.

You browsed through each stack on CDs, hunting down the album you were listening to now. At this time, nobody’s really around in the store. With the song Camisado on, you started nodding your head to the beat.

“Can’t take the kid from the fight,
Take the fight from the kid,” you sang and started busting some moves, doing some punches.

“Sit back relax,
Sit back, relapse again- PA PA PA LOOO~” You stopped, slumped, then repeated your actions till you raised the roof.

You spinned on the heels of your feet, then walked forward. You walked straight straight into a tall man.

“Oh shit! Sorry,” You removed your headphones and moved backwards to look at the man.“NO SHIT ITS YOU!”

Brendon Urie laughed. “It’s fine! I saw you dancing to one of Panic’s songs. You were really good!”

You blushed, internally screaming and dying inside. “Huh? Oh that? I was messing around and I- OH MY GOD CAN I JUST HAVE A MOMENT? I JUST BUMPED STRAIGHT INTO BRENDON FUCKING URIE AND I AM HAVING A MELTDOWN. HOLY SMOKES.”

Brendon smiled, making you die even more.

“Can I hug you? To, um, make sure you’re real? Then have a picture or thousands to have my friends kill me?”  you laughed nervously. “Haha, but I’m already dead so..”

“Yea sure! Normally, fangirls would play it cool when they meet me or the band, but you- you’re really excited and shit.” Brendon said.

“Well, you make my entire life. I sing your songs every single day, practically annoying the hell out of my sisters. Heck, I run a tumblr blog about you!” You spilled.

You brought out the IPad, a picture of a derpy Brendon popping up as your lock screen. You stopped the album of A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out playing then turned on the camera. You and Brendon took pictures; smiling ones, funny ones, and scary looking ones. One of which, shocked you; he kissed your cheek. After placing back the iPad in your bag, you hugged Brendon tight.

“Thank you so much!” You squealed.

“Wait, I didn’t get the young lady’s name!”

“It’s Y/N L/N”

“Will I be seeing this lady at the concert tonight?” He asked.

“You will have to find me in the crowd then.” You giggled.

You walked around the store with Brendon, eventually going down to the bookstore,  mocking some book covers, telling him about your life. He told you stories about the tour, Dallon being an idiot sometimes. He gave you a backstage pass that he had with him and you stayed around till he had to go back to wherever the band practices.

“Fun meeting you, Y/N. Hopefully I will see you again tonight. I mean like, you’re fun to be with.”

You and Brendon said goodbye to each other and he left the bookstore. Goodness, you couldn’t wait till the concert.

Imagine Sonny proposing to you

Basically a part two to this imagine

Imagine Sonny proposing to you

“Sonny,” you hissed as you hurried behind him, holding tightly onto his hand.

“We’re almost their, Y/N. Just a little more walking. It’s not too bad.” he reasoned.

“That’s easy for you to say. You aren’t wearing 5 inch heels and a dress that keeps getting caught. You could have said we were coming here after dinner. I would have packed hiking gear.” you shot back.

“Just a little further.” he reassured speeding up slightly and dragging you along gently.

Then suddenly you stumbled forward crashing into Sonny’s back. He was quick enough to steady you.

“Are you okay?” he asked concerned.

“Just peachy, can’t you tell? Sonny, can we please go back to the car?” you pleaded looking down at yourself to inspect the damage you’d done. Looking down you saw that your heel had broken off, “Damn my shoe.”

“When you see it it will be worth it and I can help with that.” he reassured with a smile.

Then suddenly he  grabbed you and swooped you up into his arms. You put your arms around his neck and leaning you head on his shoulder.

“Is that better?” he asked looking down at you.

“Much.” you nodded kissing his cheek, “I still don’t understand why we’re going to the park at midnight. Can’t we come back during daylight?”

Yours and Sonny’s anniversary had been a few days ago. Unfortunately, while Sonny had the day off you had to work. He had said it was okay but you could tell he was disappointed. So on that day you said you’d drive to Staten Island during your lunch and you could eat together. He organised this picnic for you both at Carisi Point. Which is what you had dubbed this little alcove on the local park embankment. Sonny had grown up in that park, they took family picture and you recently learned it’s where Sonny’s Mom had told his Dad that she was pregnant with Sonny’s older sister. It was definitely part of the Carisi family history.

You had a lot of dates their too. Sometimes it was just a stroll down the embankment and sometimes it was Picnics. He’d taken you their when he had asked you to move in with him. It was also where you realised that you liked Sonny. You’d driven him their when his car had broken down and he was going to the park to take pictures of his sister and his niece. He ended up taking pictures of you as well, that day.

Anyway, on your anniversary you had tried to make the picnic he had organised. You got their late due to tariff which meant you could only stay for a short time. Surprisingly, his whole family were their too. Which confused you because it was a Thursday in the middle of the day and Carisi family dinner was that night. When you their you could only stay for ten minutes. You greeted everyone, shoved some food in your mouth, apologised and then left. He asked if you could stay for a few minutes and you were about to give in when your phone rang and dragged you away.

You didn’t see Sonny for the rest of the day. When you finally got home, it was technically the next day and Sonny had already gone to bed. The next morning you apologised profusely and said on Saturday you could have a do over anniversary and they could do anything he wanted. Let’s just say he liked the idea. A lot.

On Saturday, despite it being his day, you’d woken up early and surprised him with Breakfast. You hadn’t made it, you had bought from the place around the corner from your apartment. You’d technically been banned from the kitchen. You’re not supposed to put plastic bowls on the stove whilst lit, who knew?

After he ate, he told you to get ready but didn’t tell you where you were going. It was surprise which you didn’t usually like but you trusted him. He took all the backroads so you didn’t know where you were going. You ended up at the arcade, Sonny went to as a kid. You’d loved arcades your entire life but could never go because your mother didn’t approve. Sonny had taken you to your first one on one of your dates at the start of your relationship.

You guys spent most of the day their. Having a competition as to who could win the most prizes for the other. You ate burgers and fries and played on the dance machines until you fell over laughing at each other. Together you’d won an entourage of stuffed friends which you mostly gave away to the kids but you guys kept the biggest toy which Sonny had won. It was almost as big as you were.

It was on the best days of your life and when you went home you thought that was the end of it. You went to flop onto the couch when Sonny told you to put on your fanciest dress because you were going out to dinner. Which you had half-heartedly protested but you were secretly excited.

During dinner you noticed that Sonny was a bit off. It was great, amazing even but he seemed nervous. You were curious as to what was up but didn’t make too much of it. Dinner just reminded you why you loved Sonny. He knew everything about you. He had moved the candle from the middle of the table because he knew you’d lean over ad try his. He explicitly told the waitstaff that it wasn’t his birthday because he you knew you’d try to tell them he was. And he made sure they put extra extra cheese on the garlic bread.

Also it didn’t hurt that you got to spend three hours looking at the person you loved the most. Just talking. You thought about how you wouldn’t change this for the world. The word ‘love’ was too limited to describe how you felt about him. Your Dad, being a scientist, had always told you to find your favourite piece of stardust and you had found yours.

After dinner you had assumed once again that this was the end of the night especially considering it was midnight by that time. But once again Sonny had other plans. He told you he wanted to show you something at the park. You protested saying you’d already seen Carisi point millions of times over the past four years not even the three you’d been together. To which he responded not like this.

And that brings you back to now.

You and Sonny stumbling through the park into your formal wear so he could show something secret.

“Because, you can only see it at night.” he informed allusively still walking.

“If I’m right about where we’re going. I’ve seen it many time and always during daylight hours.” you assumed.

“Not like this,you haven’t.” he whispered into your ear.

After a few more minutes of walking and protests you arrived at Carisi point. He eased you down onto the embankment.

‘So what’s the surprise?” you asked standing lopsided in-front of him.

Without saying a word, he grabbed your shoulders, span you round and pulled you close. Instinctively, you grabbed his arm. Then you finally saw it. Carisi point was illuminated by an overhead floodlight but the sea? Illuminated by the nearby Brooklyn. Bright lights against a pitch black sky. A visible beauty that you could only see by the low glow of the the floodlight.

“Wow.” you breathed marvelling at it.
“See.” he whispered before picking you up again.

He carried you to the wall that skirted the river. He eased you down so you could sit on it. He faced you towards the water so you legs could dangle off the edge. He sat bedside you, facing the other way.

“So was the broken heel worth it?” he chuckled as he watched you stare out to sea.

“Definitely, why didn’t you show me this before?” you questioned.

“I was waiting for a special day.” he responded tucking a star hair behind year.

“Well it’s our redo third year anniversary.” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but you could have done this on our first or second.” you said.

“Today’s special.” he commented still looking at you.

You nodded your head before looking out again. A comfortable silence fell over you both.

“You remember when I first you brought you here?” he asked suddenly.

“Hmm, your car broke down right before you had to meet your sister so you could take pictures of her and your niece and you needed me to drive you here.” you remembered.

“Right and do you remember what I said?” he continued to ask.

“Everything Carisi happens here, got grounded for a month and you had your first kiss here, not much else though. I do however remember is you taking pictures of me. Which I never saw by the way.” you chuckled as you poked his side.

“Oh you mean these.” he smirked producing a small stack of pictures from the inside his suit jacket.

“Oh my god,” you squealed taking them out of his hands.

Flicking through, you saw the blurry ones with your annoyed face shinning through and then you saw the ones that you took together. You saw that unlike you Sonny didn’t look at the camera he was too busy looking at you.

“Sonny, why don’t you ever look into the camera lens like a normal person?” you asked giggling as you still flipped through.

“Why would I look into the camera lens when I can look at you?” he flirted looking at you..

You raised an eyebrow and then kissed him.

“You’re one smooth talker.” you chuckled handing him back the photos.

“I try. Ah, YN. I wish I could spend every moment I have left with you.” he whispered leaning into you.

“But you work with me, live with me, your in a relationship with me. You’re practically always with me.” you pointed out.

“I know but it still isn’t enough. Do you want to spend the rest of your days with me?he asked his voice serious.

“Of course. Their isn’t anyone else I’d rather be with. Who else is stupid enough to  stick around this mess.” you reassured turning and putting your hand on face.

“You sure?” he asked leaning into your hand.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” you smiled.

“Well alright then,” he said easing your hand off your face and kissing it.

He pulled it gently so you had turn your body round. So now your feet were dangling inches off the embankment instead of water. You were confused as he slipped himself off the wall and was on the floor.  Still holding your hand he positioned himself.

On one knee.

“Sonny…” you breathed only to stop when he put his finger to his lips.

“When we first met you four years ago. I thought I knew what being in love was like. I thought I had been in love but then you came around. With that beautiful face and proved me wrong, like always.  You showed me what love is. What love really is. My whole life I watched my parents who I know are god made soulmates and knew I wanted the same for myself but I didn’t fully understand what they had until I met you. It’s wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone. It’s not wanting to spend a second away from someone. It’s being so in love that you’re not the most important person in the world anymore. It’s someone else. And for me it’s you. I love everything about you. Your sarcastic comments, your complaints, your smirks, everything. I know you’ve had a hard life. You spent it all putting other people first. You’re the strongest woman I know. I want to show you what it feels like to be number one because you’ll always be my number one. I know you don’t believe in God but I believe he brought us together. To save each other. Before we started dating you always talked about finding your favourite piece of stardust and I can only pray that you’ve found that in me as much I’ve found it in you. So Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you make me the luckiest and happiest man on the planet and marry me?” he asked producing the ring from his looking right into your eyes as if they held the entire world.

His world.

“Yes,” you answered, “A billion katriilon times yes.”

He shakily slipped the ring on your equally as shaky hand. It was small and blue. The same colour of his eyes. You knew it was his grandmothers as he had shown it to you before you had started dating.

Then he swept you up once again. Lifting you up so you were technically above him so you had to lean down to kiss him. He then lowered you down and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“I knew you were hiding something from me.” you smiled as you gently hit his chest.

“But it worth hiding, right?” you beamed back at you.

“Oh yeah.” you agreed before kissing him again, “We need to call and tell everyone.”

‘Not right now we aren’t. It’s the middle of the night.” he protested as you kissed every inch of his face.

“You’re right and anyway I think we’re going to busy for the rest of the night.” you winked.

He smiled at you before while still carrying you running back to the car. Ready to start the rest of your lives.

Request: Adorableness with Jane Volturi

Originally posted by saoirseronandaily

“Ugh, your eyes are so bright.” Jane said, tucking hair behind your ears. “Maybe we should find a way to keep your eye colour in the change.”
You shrugged as you flopped on to Jane playfully. “I’m dead.”
Jane giggled as she scraped your hair back from your face.
“Uh oh, this looks like something else.” You said looking around the room. “Hmm?” Jane smiled amused.
“We look like we’re doing…things.”
“No my sweet, that’s just your inappropriate self showing.”
“…I’d also like to add that if we’re doing such things, the word ‘like’ wouldn’t be in your sentence. You’d be very aware if we were.”
Your mouth dropped open as you playfully hit Jane’s arm. “Jane Volturi! You hypocrit!”
“No! I lecture you for speaking such things in public!” Her voice got quieter. “You and I are behind closed doors right now.”
You shook your head slowly. “Fair play Volturi.”

You went to tickle her sides…nothing.
She smirked smugly, hands remaining at either side of her head. “If it helps only Demetri and Santiago are ticklish…”
“Meh…It’s fine, I can just do this.”
“Do wha-AHH NO!” Jane suddenly shrieked, wiggling under you. She couldn’t stand when you pressed your chin into her neck, shoulders and anywhere else that would be considered sensitive. It was such a weird sensation.

You yelped when she hauled you off her by your arms effortlessly, moving on top of you. “We had an agreement!”
“Eh?“ Was your clever response
“We agreed, that if you didn’t do that to me then I wouldn’t tickle you!” You quickly agreed to those conditions.

You rolled Jane off you and stood up before turning to hold out your hand. “Time to go.”
“You’ll figure it out smarty pants. Let’s go~”
Jane stood up. “I haven’t been summoned, where could we possibly be going?” “To visit Alec, you plum!” You said as you moved your hands above your face as though aiming for her before running up and lifting her. She stifled a squeal in your arms.
“I see you have kidnapped my sister.” Alec smirked in the doorway.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I just love her so much that I have became creepy and must show Jane my ever lasting love.” You grinned.
Jane couldn’t believe a human could lift a vampire, the little things you don’t realise.


Runner Runner (Brendon Urie - Panic! at the Disco)

Word Count: 1,302


It was hard being the younger sister of the one and only Brendon Urie, yes lead singer of Panic! at the Disco was your big brother who was famous and loved by hundreds. You always felt like your own achievements never matched up to your big brothers success over the last ten years. You were five when he was signed and now at fifteen you still lived in his shadow.

However you got on with him great, you loved his wife Sarah who always spoilt you with shopping trips and the rest of the band treated you like their own little sister and helped you prank your brother. But just for once you wanted someone to take notice of you and tell you well done.

You were a cross country star at your high school, you rarely lost but you never got to share the success with anyone because they always seemed to be busy. You didn’t want to interfere in their famous life’s and beg them to come to just one cross country meet, but it would be nice if they took the hints you’d been dropping for the last two years.

The praise of your sports teachers would have to be enough, they came to every race and celebrated with you when you won. Even the rest of your team supported you more than your family and friends, maybe all you needed was them to support you and see you grow with every meet.

Today was another meet, however this one was different because if you won you were going to receive an award for excellence in the sport. It was a big deal but like usual your parents had an excuse not to come and see you run, it looked like you were going to do this alone.

As you lined up with the forty other students from other high schools around the country you dared one last glance at the growing audience. Your eyes widened as you locked eyes with someone familiar, your brother of all people was standing amongst the crowd blending in. He saw you looking and smiled before giving you a thumbs up. Before you could register the start gun went off and you went into running mode.

You started the twenty laps taking your time to pace yourself as not to use too much energy early on in the race. One by one, lap by lap other runners who had gone all out at the start of the race started to slow down leaving you room to break through and take the lead around lap ten.

Looking over your shoulder your next competitor was a few hundred yards behind you giving you some breathing room. You let the fact that your brother was here to support you spur you on, you needed to win the race not just for you but also for him. He had his success and now you wanted to share yours with him.

As you came to the final corner there was no chance of anyone catching up with you. You went all out and sprinted across the finish line to a huge eruption of cheers from all sides. Standing up you took deep breaths to calm your racing heart down. Your sports teacher came up to you with a bottle of water and you happily gulped it down as you waited for the next girl to cross the finish line. It was another good five minutes until that happened and only then did it dawn on you that you’d come first.

‘Congratulations little sis, I didn’t know how fast you could run.’

Brendon came up behind you and hugged you just as you wiped sweat off you and handed the towel back to your teacher. As happy as you were to see him, you were confused as to why he was here.

‘Brendon what are you doing here? I mean I’m ecstatic that someone’s finally come to one of my races, but why today?’

He pulls away and runs his hand through his hair before looking down at his feet.

‘Yeah about that I’m sorry sis. I didn’t think you wanted any of us here, you never asked anyway. I went to mum and dad’s and they said that you were running, I decided that now was as good as time as any to come and support you. You’ve been there for me over the years and now I need to make up for not seeing you stand in the spotlight.’

You shake your head and drink more water.

‘I got bored of asking and no one ever showing up so I just stopped making a fuss. Running isn’t the same as touring around the world for hundreds of fans. I think mum and dad see this as a hobby I’ll grow old of, but I’m really good at running Brendon.’

Brendon frowns before pulling you into another hug; you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest as he strokes your hair.

‘You were amazing out there; no one could come close to beating you. This is your passion like music is mine. Can you forgive me for not supporting you more? I will come to every race you do if you let me know, if it’s important to you then it should be important to me.’

You smile and pull back.

‘I would love if you came to more of my meets.’

‘Excuse me miss but are you y/n Urie?’

You turn around to face a woman who smiles at you; she looks in her late twenties.

‘Err yes I’m y/n Urie.’

Brendon lets you go as you shake her hand.

‘I’ve been watching your career since you started running and I’ve never seen someone with such natural skill and drive to achieve success. I’m Maria Lowe and I’m the coach for the American Olympics Athletics team, mainly the track events.’

Your eyes widen as you take in the information overload. The woman stood in front of you was part of the Olympics coaching team; it had always been a dream of yours to compete one day.

‘I’ve had a word with your high school coach and we both see potential in you. How would you like to come and train and audition for the 2020 Olympic games athletics team Miss Urie?’

You were speechless, this couldn’t be happening to someone like you. Running was just a high school sport you didn’t see yourself doing once you left. But now you had a once in a lifetime opportunity to possibly compete for America in the future Olympics, this was a dream come true and you couldn’t turn it down.

‘Wow thank you so much and my answer is yes, this has always been a dream of mine.’

Maria laughed.

‘You’ll make a great addition to the team. Now I better talk to your coach before we make anymore arrangements. It was nice meeting you y/n.’

You waited until she left to start jumping up and down squealing in front of Brendon who looked shocked.

‘My little sister representing America in the Olympics, now that might trump music in our parent’s eyes. Congratulations my little runner.’

Brendon picks you up and spins you around while you still squeal in excitement as to what had just happened to you.

‘I’m so happy you came today Brendon, I wouldn’t have wanted to share this moment with anyone else but you. I love you big brother. Will you come and see me run in the Olympics?’

He nods.

‘I’ll be front row chanting your name. I’ll break out the glitter and make the best banner anyone’s ever seen.’

This day couldn’t get any better for you. It finally looked like everything was falling into place.

Think Of The Children

“I just can’t believe it! I’ve never been so embarrassed in all my life!”

Dominique, who had been patting her sister on the back and trying not to laugh, pulled a face. “Really?” she asked. “Really, the most embarrassing moment of your life was James catching you snogging Ted?”

“Yes!” wailed Victoire. Dominique sighed. Her sister was such a drama-queen. “He’s such a git. And he’s probably told Fred and Lou, and now I’ll never hear the end of it, and it’s terrible. He ruined it!”

“Well, maybe you should get Ted to come round and kiss you goodbye again, and I’ll sit on James to keep him away,” Dominique said reasonably. She thought for a moment. “And I suppose we should recruit Mol and Rox to sit on Fred and Louis, too. But hey, doesn’t that sound like a good idea?!” She nudged her sister repeatedly with her arm, and Victoire swatted her away.

“It’s too late,” she grumped. “That was it; I’m not going to see him now until Christmas—”

“There’s always Hogsmeade weekends,” Dominique pointed out.

“It’s not the same.” Victoire didn’t elaborate on this statement, and sat up, sighing with such force that her hair was blown out every which way out of her face. She was flushed, though whether with embarrassment or desire, Dominique couldn’t tell. The train had barely pulled out of the station and already her sister had pulled her into a compartment to wail and moan about her…situation. If she kept this up, it was set to be a very, very long term.

“Look, it’s not as bad as all that,” Dominique said. Victoire looked doubtful. “Okay, maybe the not seeing him for months thing is a bit rubbish. But look on the bright side: at least it was only James who saw Ted kissing you!”

Only James?” asked her sister. “Have you met that child? Do you know what he’s capable—”

“Victoire,” Dominique said firmly. “Last time you kissed Teddy so much that you were in a national newspaper.”

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Korean gentlemen!

Hey! to say I love your blog would be an under statement! I’m obsessed! your blog is very popular these days! I’m sending in my own story time, but I was hesitant because I’m a bit shy.

So I’m in my 20s, dark caramel/brown skin tone and so… usually hanging out with my friends a lot, we know so much about each other! even knowing our outside friends! But it came to my surprise that one of my good guy friends (my guy friend is White, he’s like a brother to me!) has a friend I never met! He’s Korean-American. I asked my friend about him and he said he met him at this get together and they had so much in common they hung out the past weeks, and he’s cool yada, and I’m like you’re making a new friend and didn’t tell me ahaha, but it was cool! I know eventually I would’ve met him!

So on to how I met, him, I’ll call him J, so when I went to my friends house as I do a lot, J was there, that was my 1st time ever meeting him, I came in dressed in my workout clothes, looking a hot mess, so you can imagine when I saw him, my heart dropped, I was like, do I have the wrong house, I literally said that! because my friend had the door unlocked for me! I was thinking, you could’ve at least told me! my friend walked in and he was like, “Oh meet J, J meet my friend” and he stood up and greeted me with a hand shake and my hands were shaky, because let me tell you! I’m dead serious, he looks like a celebrity, like super star, idol status, his hair was even fucking pushed back!!! he was wearing all black and he smelt sooooo good omfg! I’m sorry, I just…wow thinking about  when I met him the 1st time. When he got closer to me to say hi, his eyes were a little light brown, and he has reallyyyyyyyyyyyy nice skin, like tell me what you use?!

Before I even asked him where the 2 of them are headed to, my friend told me to a small dinner party for J’s good friend engagement, (In my head I was thinking you guys only known each other for few weeks and he’s already around the family , but I didn’t want to be rude!) basically an engagement party to celebrate, I was like “Cool, congrats to her!” and J out of no where said, “You wanna go?….I mean if you want, she’s cool, she wouldn’t mind…” the way he said it was sooo cute, it’s like he was thinking to himself “should I ask or not, oh why did i just do that?” ahaha! So without a hesitation, I was like “SURE!” I put that in all caps, because that’s how it felt I said it, I was soooooooooo happy he  asked me, and his smile….HIS SMILE!! HIS MUTHA FKIN SMILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! is the most sexiest smile, I’ve ever seen, his teeth are so white and straight! he told me it’s in about 3 hours, but he was just hanging around with my friend. I’m talking too much ahaha but after that talk, I went home, and child! when I told you, I did makeup on my face like never before, I even stopped by the store to by new makeup so I can look extra good, eyelashes and all. Even my sister was like “whose gonna be there? you looking like that?” I didn’t tell her.

Fast Forward! to the engagement party!!! BTW His family and friend were  soooooooooooooooooo nice! I felt like I’m apart of the family! but let me get to the good stuff!

So my friend picked me up, so we could go together. I walked out of my house, looking fine, feeling fine, had on a gorgeous red dress, hair pin up in a bun! So as I walk to the car, I was being silly, doing a model walk and jokingly started twerking (which I was stiff because the dress was so tight ahaha!) and as I get closer to the car, mind you it’s late at night and my house has a long walk way! so as I get closer……J was in the car and my heart dropped from embarrassment, I was thinking I hope he didn’t see that shit! but to my surprise, he got out the car and opened the door for me, he…..SIGH!! Even held my freakin hand to help me get in the car, he held my hand, he held my hand! not just held, but like a grab, so I’m thinking! damn, I’m already having a crush on him! and he said “There we go, watch your head” he was so sweet helping me in the car!!!

On our way to the venue, I was nervous, because I didn’t want his family to be like “who this random white boy and black girl with our son/friend” so I was rehearsing how I would act, what I would say to them! and J!!! J, , J, J! He’s so sweet, he was telling me how cool his people are and that we will have fun! And after that, we were just chilling and listening to music, and then he pulls down the visor (mirror) and he was staring at me, but not the entire time, just like off and on, being….sneaky/sly about it, like he was “fixing his hair” but everytime, he was looking at me, and I pretended like I wasn’t paying attention, but I put my head down and I smiled soo hard! I couldn’t believe it, 1st he held onto my hand, now he’s staring at me! so we got to the venue and he helped me out the car…I can’t with him, I’m having so many feels writing this that I’m squealing! we walked into the venue, and when we 1st get in, as we waited a little, he pulled out a chair for me, touched me on my back and told me “I’m a gentlemen, you don’t have to stand, here” KHKWIPHPH9U9U023!!@@@@!!!!!!!!!! HE’s soooo everything! he’s handsome, looks like a celebrity, so gentlemen like! the party was so much fun, and like I said every one was so sweet, I even exchanged numbers with 1 of his family members , his sister!! she’s drop dead gorgeous too! she reminds me of Bora from SISTAR, all of his family were handsome and gorgeous, I was like wtf! and we’re going out tomorrow! yes! this is recent! so I’ll have more to tell in the future, if you guys want! We’re going to see Goosebumps ahahaa! I talked to her the most that night, we were laughing and laughing, she’s my age, and she’s so cool! She visits Seoul a lot, since they have family there. And J did come over to us and sat right in the middle of us! he kind off pushed his sister to the side and he turned over to me…mind you he’s extremely close to me, like almost kissing close and his eyes are so gorgeous up close I nearly lost my words, he told me not to listen to his sister, and she’s crazy (he was joking, you know sibling love) and his sister told him we’re going to the movies Friday to see Goosebumps and he said he wants to go and that him and my friend can go too, lmao he said “like a double date, you can take my sister, I’ll take him” that was funny! I thought he was asking me out for a second!

I’m already getting to know 1 person that’s close to him, that’s so cool! they’re beyond nice! OH YEAH! and I talked about South Korea with his family! he was mingling with others, and so was I so we didn’t see much of one another at the party, until I was sitting down at the table by myself drinking , chilling and I look up and J was staring dead at me, I don’t know how long he was staring at me, but he did play it off by waving at me lol! it was too cute! The party ended and J actually took a ride with his friends and family so he could go spend time with his niece!

So before we were leaving he came up to me and my friend and he gave my friend a hug and told him he’ll see him later and then I was standing there awkward thinking how would he say bye to me and that it would be so cool to get a hug and he did!! he hugged me and told me he really enjoyed our company, thanks so much for coming, and his hands went from my back from hugging me to down my elbows and we both laughed, I guess he was embarrassed like “sorry touching her too much” but it wasn’t awkward and it was fast, so it wasn’t touchy in a rude way. he’s so sweet! (and single ahaha!) and that smile!!!! 

Almost Caught - Sammy Wilk Imagine

A/N: Hey, guys! So, this is the last imagine before I start making a sequel to Kian Lawley/Jack Gilinsky Fanfic which you can read here . Hope you enjoy! :)

‘Babe, are you shaking?’ Sammy asked me as we parked the car in front of Sammy’s parents’ house. 

‘Uh, I’m so nervous!’ I said breathing extremely quickly. ‘My palms are literally like sweating right now.’ 

‘Babe, calm down.’ Sammy laughed as he took my hands in his. ‘You don’t have to be nervous at all, it’s just my mom and dad.’ He said placing a kiss on my right hand. 

Since it is a holiday season and everyone’s visiting their family and friends, Sammy asked me if I wanted to go with him to his hometown, Omaha, and meet, for the first time, his family. I was extremly nervous because I didn’t know if they’re going to like me or maybe they don’t even want me there for holidays, maybe they just want to spend Christmas with their son and not his girlfriend. 
I’ve met Sammy’s sisters, Emily and Annie and also his brother, Ben, but I still haven’t met his parents even though Sammy and I’ve been dating for a while now, 8 months actually. 

‘Sammy! My baby!’ His mom squealed hugging him tightly.

‘Hey, mom!’ He said smiling and kissing her cheek while I just stood there behind him. 

‘Son’ His dad smiled proudly as he hugged him. ‘How are you?’ 

‘Hi, dad. I’m good, I’m good.’ Sammy said. 

Then Emily, Ben and Annie came and he greeted all of them too.

‘We missed you so much!’ His mom said exitedly. 

‘I missed you too, guys. All of you and I can’t wait to spend Christmas with you, but first’ He said taking my hand and pulling me from behind him to stand next to him ‘I want you to meet my beautiful girlfriend, y/n.’ He said putting his arm around my waist as I waved my hand and said ‘hi’. ‘Y/n, this is my mommy and this is my dad.’ He said. ‘Mom, dad, this is y/n.’ He said introducing me to them. 

‘Hey, y/n! Nice to finally meet you, honey! Sammy has told us so much about you!’ She said sweetly. 

‘Nice to meet you too, mrs Wilkinson.’ I said. 

‘Oh, please, call me Lori.’ 

‘Hello, y/n. It’s nice to meet you, welcome to the family.’ Sammy’s dad said shaking my hand. 

‘Nice to meet you too, sir. Thank you so much.’

‘Y/n! God, I missed you!’ And then Annie, Emily and Ben hugged me. 

‘I’m so glad meeting your parents went good.’ I said. It was around 1:50 a.m. and Sammy and I were chilling in the living room all by ourselves as everyone was asleep. I had my head leaned on Sammy’s chest and he had his arm wrapped around me. ‘They’re so nice.’ 

‘I told you that you don’t have to worry about anything. I knew that they’re gonna love you. Especially my mom.’ He said. 

‘We were talking earlier today with your sisters and she showed us the pictures of you when you were a little kid. You were such a cute baby.’ I looked up at him and he blushed. 

‘Oh my God, did she really have, why?’ He laughed. 

‘Baby, you don’t have to be ashamed.’ I said climbing on his lap. ‘It was so fun watching old pictures of you and talking about you with your mom and sisters.’ I said and kissed him. He deepened the kiss which turned into a making out session. He ran his tounge over my bottom lip asking me for entrace and even though I let him in, I stopped him. ‘Babe, not here..It’s your parents’ house.’ I said as he squeezed his grip on my waist. 

‘What about my Christmas present that you were talking about the other day?’ He asked leaving a trail of kisses down my neck to my chest. 

‘That’s for when we’re back in L.A.’ I said trying my best not to moan. I really didn’t want to get caught by his mom or even worse, dad,  doing things with him the first day I met them…or ever actually. 

‘C’mon babe..Just a little bit. We’ll be quiet.’ He said and I was slowly starting to give in and let him do whatever he wanted to do because I wanted him as much as he wanted me. 

‘Shit…’ He moaned. He took of my tank top throwing it on the side and leaving me in just my bra. 

‘Guys, did someone leave-’ And then happend a disaster. His mom came down the stairs and caught us. ‘Oh my Gosh!’ She screamed and Sammy immediately laid on me to cover me up. ‘I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I just wanted to- Oh God, I’m leaving, I’m sorry.’ She said covering her eyes and walking back up the stairs.

‘Oh my God’ I almost cried from embarrassment. I felt so ashamed and so bad, I couldn’t believe she walked in on us. ‘Sam!’ I was so frustrated. 

‘Baby, it’s okay-’ 

‘No, it’s not okay! Your mom just caught us almost having sex, how is that okay?! Oh my God, this is so embarrassing!’ I said putting back my tank top on.

‘She’ll forget it by tomorrow, baby.’ 

‘No, she won’t, Sammy!’ I yelled quietly at him. ‘Ugh, I’m so mad with you right now. What are they gonna think of me now?’ I said heading upstairs in Sammy’s old room where we were sleeping. 

‘Baby, wait. C’mon, it’s not that big of a deal.’ He said. ‘It’s just my mom.’ 

‘Fuck you, Sammy!’

Sammy’s POV

‘Baby, wake up. It’s breakfast time.’ I said moving her hair out of her face and placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. 

‘No..’ She murmured. 

‘C’mon, let’s eat. Everyone’s downstairs.’ I said. 

‘No, I’m not going there.’ She said sleepily. ‘I’m too embarrassed to look at your mother’s eyes.’ She said as she pulled the covers over her head. 

‘C’mon, y/n. Don’t be silly. She probably doesn’t care about that.’ 

‘Yes, she probably does.’ She said being stubborn. ‘I’m not ready to go down there.’ 

‘However you want.’ I sighed putting my red sweatshirt which said ‘NEBRASKA’ on and then left the room. 

‘Good morning, guys.’ I said as Ientered the dining room where everyone was already sitting and eating. 

‘Good morning, Sammy.’ My mom said as I sat down. 

‘Where’s y/n? She won’t join us?’ My dad asked. 

‘, she’s not feeling very well so she decided to skip breakfast.’ I lied making an eye contact with my mom. 

‘Excuse me,’ Mom said getting up from the table. 

Your POV

I was up and was getting ready in the bathroom when I heard a knock on the of Sammy’s room. 

‘Sammy I told you I’m not ready for your mom to see me!’ I yelled and continued brushing my hair. 

‘Honey, it’s not Sammy, it’s me, Lori.’ She said and I froze. 

‘Oh my God.’ I whispered to myself and quickly walked into Sammy’s room again to open the door. 

‘Good morning, y/n!’ She said. ‘Why didn’t you come down for breakfast?’ 

‘Good morning, Lori. Um..I wasn’t really hungry..’ I lied. 

‘Listen, I just wanted to talk about yesterday.’ She said as we sat down on the bed. 

‘Oh..Lori, I am so so sorry. I know you probably think all the worst about me, but I-’ 

‘Oh, please! No way! What are you talking about? Honey, I just wanted to tell you that I’m not mad or anything like that. You two are young and in love and there’s nothing you have to be ashamed about.’ She said making me feel so much better. ‘I see how much Sammy loves you and how much you mean to him and honestly, I’m so happy that he found you to keep him, you know, down to earth and take care of him because I know you love him too, I can see it in your eyes.’ 

I had no words to thank her enough for those words so I just hugged her tightly. ‘Thank you so much, Lori. I really appreciate it.’

‘There’s no need to thank me, honey. I just said how it is.’ She smiled. ‘Now, come downstairs to hang out with us.’ She said. 

We came downstairs and Sammy, who was half sitting half laying on the couch, said ‘Hey, baby.’

I sat next to him and gave him a quick kiss. ‘Hi’ 

‘What?’ He asked.


‘Why are you smiling like that?’ He asked pulling me to him. 

‘I talked to your mother minutes ago’ I said quietly. 


‘And you’re lucky I love you and your mom is such a sweetheart.’ I said. 

‘’s okay if we-’ 

‘Sammy!’ I whisper yelled and put my hand over his mouth. 

Satisfied-Hamilton {S.M}

imagine one from broadway series// an imagine based off of the song Satisfied from the smash hit Tony Award winning Broadway musical, Hamilton.

author’s note// OKAY I am actually super hype for this series and this is the first imagine out of my broadway series ahhhh!! be sure to tell me what you think of this series and such!

broadway series masterlist || regular masterlist 

You looked at Eliza as she linked arms with him. They looked so happy. They looked so at ease. They seemed as if they fit together like pieces of a puzzle who have been lost for years. They looked as if the only two people in the world that mattered were each other. She was so happy. You had never seen her this happy. You never knew that she even could be this happy. It shouldn’t pain you to see your sister so happy. You should be celebrating with her on such a joyous occasion, such as her engagement party. 

“You have to make a toast, you know.” You heard a familiar voice mutter, ripping you from your thoughts. You looked over and saw your other younger sister holding a glass of champagne. 

“Yeah, I know.” You mumbled. You didn’t want to give a toast that wasn’t genuine. Because you were not happy at all for your sister. You didn’t want to see her kissing him, hugging him, marrying him. 

“You understand I said you have to make a toast. It really isn’t an option.” She puts her hand on your shoulder. “You are her maid of honor.” Her hand leaves your shoulder, but your reflexes kick in and you grab her wrist before she could walk away from you. 

“Peggy,” You started. “Is it normal for me to feel this way?” You whisper, not wanting Eliza’s other bridesmaids whom were crowded around you to hear. 

“No.” She whispered in your ear, pulling her wrist away from you lightly and walking back over to the other bridesmaids. Your fingers tightened around your full champagne glass. You didn’t want to drink any, you feared you’d vomit. You closed your eyes for a moment and sucked in a deep breath of air. You tried to slow your thinking down, not let the rush of the party go to your head and cause you to break. You needed to refresh the glue that was being used to hold you together. You needed a moment. You took that moment. After that moment was over and passed, you opened your eyes. You saw the small lanterns that had a luminescent pink glow you had hung up only three hours prior. You felt the night breeze press against your dark skin, the stars barely visible in the gaps over the cloth tarp. You saw people, some you knew some you didn’t. You saw photo boards of Eliza and Shawn at various places doing many things. Usually some adventurous couple thing, like hiking some stupid mountain or bungee jumping. 

They were one of those couples. One of those absolutely dreadful couples that posted annoying photos of their perfect relationship all over Instagram and made everyone feel as if they were either A; pathetic B; inferior to them. You wanted that with Shawn so badly. 

Oh yeah, you were madly in love with your sister’s fiancee. No biggie, right? 

You pulled yourself together and tried to get the fork to hit the glass, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t even get your hand to move. Eliza was starting to look at you, panicking a little. A few of the bridesmaids started to murmur. You started to break into a cold sweat, your tight rosy colored dress started to suffocate you. You felt your feet ache to run away, but when you were about to, you heard a bellowing voice. 

“All right all right! Let’s give it up for the maid of honor!” Shawn’s best man, his bodyguard John, hollered, getting everyone’s attention. Your feet suddenly glued to the floor, and your lips hung open. Everyone stared at you with their smiles, a few real ones mixed in with all the fake. What felt like thousands of pairs of eyes stared at you, as if they expected something from you. 

A God dang speech you dimwit. They expect a speech. 

“A toast to the groom.” You started, letting the words you had neatly written on a piece of card stock two nights before fall out. You had easily memorized them, being the only words that rang through your ears. “To the bride.” You continued. People gave you warm smiles and confused stares. “To your sister, and the hope that you provide.” Many, many confused looks. You should’ve remembered that not all of your family were at the top of their class at an Ivy League school and on track to being one of the best lawyers in all of Canada. You changed the words in your head so they made more sense. “May you always be satisfied.” Many of the people in the large crowd’s expressions softened. Eliza’s stayed the same. She knew exactly what you were trying to say. She got you. “If I were to rewind to that night that Eliza and Shawn met, I just might remember that night for the rest of my days.” 

More like regret. 

“I remember those band guys tripping over themselves to win our praise. All of them all over my sisters and I my gosh! It was an after party for one of Shawn’s shows, of course, and some band guys picked up my sisters and I in a bar and invited us. But Shawn, I will never ever forget the first time I saw your face. You seemed so different from the rest of all of these guys. No offense.” You laughed a little. 

“None taken!” One of them joked, which earned a light laugh from the rest of the guests. 

“You came up to me, and said the same thing. You said I was like you. You said… You said that I could never be satisfied.” He was right of course, because you could never be with him. From the moment you met Shawn, you fell. He was the kind of guy you wanted, the kind of guy you needed. “You may be right about that, but I knew you would always be satisfied with someone like my sister by your side. Of course, my sister was utterly helpless and had no idea how to talk to you yourself, so I had to go over my gosh. They were so awkward at first. I had to play cupid for these two.” 

Wrong. Your sister basically begged to meet Shawn. She basically pleaded at your feet. You couldn’t say no, no matter how into him you were. You had to introduce her to Shawn. You couldn’t live with yourself if you didn’t. She was your sister and your best friend. She struggled putting herself out there with guys, and you really didn’t. If you wanted to talk to someone, you did. If you wanted to hook up with a guy, you did. You weren’t shy. 

But there were no guys that ever infatuated you as much as Shawn. Shawn was something else, he seemed to get everything you said with ease. He got you. The only other person you felt that truly got you was Eliza, because she loved you so much. Shawn was your intellectual equal, and that never happens with guys. 

“My sister was head over heels for Shawn at first glance, and I will say, I am responsible for the relationship and engagement we are celebrating here today.” A few people chuckled, and you let a thin smile spread across your lips. “It felt like it was just yesterday that I was introducing my lovely sister to Shawn. It was a whole year ago, my gosh! Shawn only had a little peach fuzz, he couldn’t even grow it!” The lies continued to fall out. That night you just wanted to take Shawn away, you just wanted to have him with you at all times. But when you saw your sister’s face… You couldn’t do that. 

“I’ve loved seeing you guys grow as a couple, and as people being together. Shawn, you are the big brother I never had, and thank you for being part of the family. Thanks for treating my sister and best friend right, and you better keep doing so. Eliza, you picked a good one. I love you so much, and I’m so happy for you. Thank you everyone for coming, continue to enjoy the party! So glad you could make it!” You heard come claps and cheers. Eliza’s eyes filled with tears as she scurried over to you, her Tiffany blue dress flowing around in the night air, her hand wrapped around Shawn’s dragging him along. 

“Oh my God, that was beautiful!” She squealed, letting go of Shawn and wrapping her arms around you. Your arms instantly went around her. You let out a fake laugh, squeezing her tight. 

“Thanks, Liza. I’m so happy for you.” You whispered in her ear. You looked over your sister’s shoulder, and saw Shawn. His hands stuffed in his pockets, his perfect brown eyes gazing at you. At least you’ll keep his eyes in your life. He was so perfect, and perfect for you. But he made Eliza so happy, and he was so happy with her. So you settled for the brother sister relationship, so you wouldn’t break your sister. You will continue to admire him from an afar, keeping the feelings at a minimum. It was okay. 

It was okay, but not good. Because as long as you aren’t with Shawn, you will never be satisfied. 

author’s note// AHHH first one idk how i feel abt it but yanno i have math finals this week i wanna die help me guys also having boy troubles. 

this sounds a little bit biased but if you ask me which my favorite line in seventeen is, i would never hesitate to answer that it’s 95line. it does not necessarily mean i don’t care about other members; because in fact i adore them a lot and i adore them all (as much as a mother hen can, fussing over her kids). it’s just that i have a really soft spot for the 95line.

first, there’s choi seungcheol who is just a kid (he’s almost 22 i know but i’m older than him so he’s still a kid in my eyes). yet being the leader he is, he is always the one who takes the first act, takes the hard works and puts other members before himself. he (together with booseoksoon) brightens up the atmosphere when things go downhill, and makes effort to understand others when they are being difficult or seem to shut out to the outside (yes i’m talking about jihoon). he tries to get all members on good terms with each other, bring them together and solve problems with a mindset of “let’s all calm down and avoid quarrels please”. he’s playful and can be such a dork too; there are times the members are embarrassed with his antics, but above all he is a softie at heart who truly cares for his brothers (i still remember him always hugging or lifting samuel up so the kid could keep up with any game the boys were playing). Besides, with all his years of training i feel he has that kind of aura, the “becoming mature early because i need to” (and not only him but also other members as well, especially vernon, because this is entertainment industry and the competitiveness is fierce). i think, or believe, he can make a good leader who can connect the members, yet still have a rational mindset and not let the emotional side take a toll. and you know that one of the most important factors of a successful group is a good leader, right? (rap monster of bts or kim sunggyu of infinite for example. i adore those two a lot, too).

next is yoon jeonghan. yoon jeonghan, yoon jeonghan, yoon jeonghan. i have mentioned this before in another post but still want to repeat it again, that i feel like our personalities is pretty much alike, at least in a few aspects. from the “flirty” tactics *face-palm* to the somewhat kind and caring characteristic toward others. we are both acting like a sloth sometimes too (just watch one fine day and most of his screen time in the first two eps is about him lying/sleeping haha). okay kidding here. the main point i want to talk about jeonghan whenever thinking of him is that to me he feels kind of “distant”. i don’t talk about such aspect in a bad way, don’t get me wrong. what i mean is that he has this vibe, which i interpret as “while he’s kind and nice and friendly to everyone he knows, he’s truly, hardly close to anybody”. he cherishes his friends, his members, his fans a lot, the feelings are real and he basks himself in the attention people give him because that is how his nature functions. however there are only a few people whom he lets in his comfort zone, whom he’s being very attentive to and whose attention he actually look forward to getting. this is my own mere opinion, so please don’t take it too serious. i don’t know about the boy in real life either and he can be pretty much different from whom i assume him to be. just try playing a psychiatrist here cause i always want to become one *shrugs*

and last but not least there is joshua hong, my bias. all of a sudden it’s a bit hard to write about him like this *laugh*. i just know that i like him a lot, and that’s a fact. among seventeen there’s only one member who can make my heart flutter and make me blush or squeal uncontrollably, and “sadly” it’s wonwoo =)) because whenever I look at jisoo, there is only this type of feeling i can describe as “maternal instinct” resurfacing. at first i noticed him because of his cat-like features (i am more of a cat person who’s probably going to end up being single till 80, surrounded with thousands of cats), next his voice, his guitar skills, then later his shy, adorably awkward, clumsy antics. and now his dorky image recently =)) (i would not say at first it was not a shock to me, a pleasant shock, but thinking back again he sometimes came up with silly stuffs during 17tv era anyway, so it’s only now his time to shine LOL). compared to other members he is pretty quiet (minghao is another case thou he hardly speaks either, because i believe that boy is very sassy =)) his korean is just not good enough for him to express constantly), sometimes he can just space out and be like “i’m not here with you”, but he speaks and acts when it’s necessary and he smiles his gentle smile and i think maybe that’s the reason why i adore him. also he has such vibe of a cat who is constantly in need of affection, attention and care, thou he hardly does a thing to call for attention and i think i am not the only one who feels so =))

even before one fine day being aired, i always joke that when being confused between jeongcheol and jihan, ship cheolsoo (tbh i’m sick of fan wars due to different ships. every fandom i’m in, every couple i ship has to deal with it. like can you just appreciate others’ opinions and mind your own ship?) it’s half of a joke half of a fact, because a part of me was curious to see how those two interact with each other. there were some fan-taken pictures and interviews but they were not enough. my friend even suggested things like “what if they are awkward around each other?” and i was like “i can’t accept your theory dear i don’t want to believe that at all that hurts my heart *added dramatic gasps here*”. then one day (recently), a short fancam in which jisoo wiped seungcheol’s sweaty forehead in a perf was published and i was like “what the heck is happening??? my feel!!!” and the most interesting thing is that jeonghan was sitting between them, but jisoo skipped him just to get to seungcheol.

that was when i thought maybe there is still more for me to observe. entered that show one fine day and i died (metaphorically of course) at only ep 2. the way seungcheol let jisoo used his arm as a pillow is too much for me to handle and when the older pulled him in closer, i was squealing so loud that my sister actually gave me stink eyes. i don’t know whether it’s really just me not being attentive enough and only realizing things late or not, but i finally can see and can say that cheolsoo are not awkward together. i don’t even know them off-screen how could i think of myself so high, like I can see everything *sigh* but yeah, before this i always think of those three as a scale, with jeonghan as the central point which balances the other two. now i view them more of an equilateral triangle. that sounds almost perfect to me :) and what i mention here is all about their friendship (i’m still jihan trash and not actually into polyamory, thank you).

another assumption i made for fun (and still strongly support) is that seungcheol and jisoo are two members jeonghan is most close to (i believe he mostly devotes his attention to jisoo and let seungcheol devotes his attention to him because that’s how their relationship works LOL).

Okay so I’ve just finished watching Carmilla with my sister (she’s 9) because she wanted to know what it is that I talk about so much… This is some of what happened.

-During the waltz scene, she looked at me and smiled and asked ‘Are they going to kiss?’ And when they didn’t she pouted and said ‘They should have.’

-She literally cried when she thought that Carmilla was dead.

-When Danny carried Carmilla’s body into the room, she literally jumped off the couch shouting ‘YEAHHHHH!’

-During episode 36 when they kissed, she was smiling so much and she squealed with happiness. She looked at me and asked ‘So are they lesbians?’ And I smiled at her and said ‘Yeah,’ and she smiled back and just said ‘Cool, I’m glad they’re girlfriends now.

-When ‘Thank you Creampuffs’ came up on the screen, she asked what it meant, and when I told her, she shouted ‘DAD, I’M A CREAMPUFF NOW!

-She loved the Christmas special a lot, and keeps on randomly shouting ‘MURDER HER FOR CHRISTMAS!

-After watching the latest episode she’s very worried about Perry.

-I talked to her about Laf’s pronouns, and although she was slightly confused at first, she just totally accepted it. She said ‘Is the person who plays them the same?’ And I said ‘Yep, Kaitlyn’s the same.’ She said ‘I love them.’

Sorry for the long post, I’m just really proud of my little sister and I love her a lot.

In The Name of Science (Pietro Maximoff x reader)

Request: Could you do a Pietro x reader fic based off the song the scientist by Coldplay where you were part of Hydra’s experiments with the twins and you have the power of magic or something like that and you were best friends with the twins but you and Pietro were in love with each other but never told and after AOU Pietro becomes a ladies man and forgets about destroying the love you two had happy ending

Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry

You don’t know how lovely you are

I had to find you

Tell you I need you

Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets

And ask me your questions

Oh, let’s go back to the start


You sat with your head resting in your hand, leaning against the bar in the Avengers tower.  The room was still a mess, with splintered wood and bits of glass strewn everywhere; the signs of the first battle with Ultron evident wherever you looked. You received word that the team was on their way back from Sokovia, and you were anxious to see how the new team members had done under fire.  

The last time you had spoken with either Wanda or Pietro was about a year ago when you escaped the lab that held the three of you. No matter how much you begged, they wouldn’t leave with you, and your friendship felt that it was all but gone now. How cruel fate was to bring you back together here, when you thought you had finally moved on from those memories; from memories of loving a man who didn’t love you back.

When the team exited the quinjet, the first out was Clint; his face was pale and tired, holding Natasha’s arm as he walked. Tony and Steve were immediately behind, looking like they were deep in a conversation that was about to get quite heated.  Finally, Wanda and Pietro emerged and met your gaze straight away.  Wanda squealed and ran to you, throwing her arms around you.

“My love, you really are here!  Oh, I am so happy to see you again!”

You welcomed her embrace and returned the hug readily, though your eyes set on a target behind her, watching Pietro come closer. “Hello, (Y/N), we’ve missed you so much.”  He joined in, putting his arms around both of you.  When they pulled back from you, Pietro looked to his sister, “Wanda, could you give us a moment alone please?”

“Not like I would want to talk to her, right?” she sneered.  “We can catch up later, (Y/N).”  She gave your arm a small squeeze and moved to follow the rest of the team out of the room, leaving you alone with Pietro for the first time in forever.

“I want you to know that I’m sorry about how things were left with us, (Y/N).  I want you to understand why we didn’t go with you.”

“Okay,” you sighed, moving behind the bar to grab a glass and a bottle, pouring yourself a drink.  “Want one?”

“We didn’t go with you because I couldn’t understand what I was feeling.  I didn’t want to go with you because I was afraid of what would happen.”  He grabbed your drink from your hands and took a long drink before handing it back.  “I was afraid of falling in love with you because I couldn’t guarantee my own future, much less yours.”

You scoffed at this, what you believed to be the weakest argument in the history of any argument ever made.  “Well then, my friend, it’s your lucky day.”  You grabbed the bottle and began your move towards your room, “because it’s nowhere near being your problem anymore.”


Running in circles

Coming up tails

Heads on a science apart

Nobody said it was easy

It’s such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh, take me back to the start

Even though it had surfaced some unhappy memories for you, it was good to have Wanda around you again.  She was the perfect training partner, given her powers and your ability to negate them.  Steve insisted that you train when the tower was empty, however, since you both had abilities that could transcend the structure and possibly affect other team members inadvertently.

“Ow!  Hey, we’re not actually fighting, Wanda!  Ease up just a bit!”  She threw another pulse of energy at you, but this time you successfully stopped it mid-flight and the energy dissipated away, but only just barely.

“Perhaps you just need to pay better attention, (Y/N).”

“Hmm?”  Your eyes had found Pietro in your peripheral vision, standing at the door to the tower and looking out anxiously.  “Oh, yeah, right.”  Your head snapped back towards her when you heard her laughing, “right, right!  I’m here, I’m watching.”

“Okay, what do you see down there that’s so…” she peered out the window past you, stopping short when she saw Pietro. “Oh.  I don’t think you were meant to see that, (Y/N).”

“Why not?” You looked back down at him, your curiosity piqued now as to what it was that wasn’t meant for you, and were now fully determined to see.

She put her hand on your shoulder and gave it a supportive squeeze, “he has a date.”

“Oh,” you whispered.  With a small shake of your head and a quick clearing of your throat, you excused yourself from your session a bit early.  “Um, so I should probably go.”  You felt moisture building in your eyes but you wiped it away before she could see.  “Hey, don’t tell him that I saw, okay?”


“How could you be so stupid, man?  Isn’t it obvious that the girl still loves you?  Or are you completely blind?”  Clint had his feet propped up on the table, watching TV in the lounge of the tower, yelling at Pietro as he entered after his date. “She’s got it bad, and so do you.”

“No, that’s not true, old man.  She said it was no longer my problem.”  Pietro dropped himself on the couch next to Clint, sighing and exasperated as he grabbed the beer from his hand and took a drink.  “I should believe her…right?”

Clint’s face was covered in shock at the bravery of the man to take his drink.  “Let me give you a lesson on how things work around here, new guy.  Don’t touch my beer.”  He yanked the drink away and wiped the mouth of the bottle with his shirt. “Lesson over.”

“So what do I do then?  Share with me the insight of your age, oh wise one.”

“Go tell her how you feel.”  Clint aimed the bottle towards the kitchen as Pietro stood to leave. “But grab me a new beer first, kid. You need to learn to respect your elders.”    


Tell me you love me

Come back and haunt me

Oh, and I rush to the start

Running in circles

Chasing our tails

Coming back as we are

With the twins now in the tower, leaving your room wasn’t one of your priorities anymore.  The thought of moving to the upstate facility had crossed your mind several times, and it became a better idea each time you considered it.  You had told Pietro that you weren’t his problem anymore, and you had meant it in the moment, but now you weren’t so sure.  He was on your mind constantly; so much so that you asked Wanda to block him from your thoughts, but she refused.  She had to be in on it, wanting the two of you to work it out, but you had no hope of that ever happening.

The longer you stayed in your room, lying on your bed in the dark, the more that the memories of the three of you would flash through your mind.  They became so frequent that you wondered if you were in the present or in the past.  You were jarred from your own mind when your door flew open, flooding the room with a harsh light that burned your eyes, leaving only the silhouette of him in the doorway.

“(Y/N), we need to talk. Right now.”

Speak of the devil. “Pietro, do you even know what time it is?  Can’t whatever this is wait until tomorrow?  You know, when people are normally awake?”

“You weren’t asleep.” He shut the door and moved closer to sit on the edge of your bed.  “I know what your voice sounds like when you wake, and this isn’t it.”

You threw the covers of your bed back harshly, some of them landing over him, “you think you’re so damn smart, don’t you?  You think you know me and have all the answers, right?  You think that you know what’s good for me.”  You stood and stepped towards the door, ready to let him out so that you could return to lying on your bed and staring at the ceiling in peace.  At least it was better than talking to him right now.

“Yes,” he said without an essence of doubt in his tone.  “I am what’s good for you.  And you are good for me.  We’ve been dancing around this for far too long, and now we are both here.  It has to mean something after all this time.”

You bolted forward and shoved his shoulders, knocking him back onto your bed.  “You are so arrogant!  I was doing just fine until I found out you were here!”

Pietro reached up faster than your eyes could see and grabbed your wrists, pulling you down to the bed and flipping you onto your back.  He climbed over to straddle you, still holding your wrists firmly above your head.

“I have never been fine without you!”

“Let me go,” you whispered. “Things are…different now, Pietro. Let me go.”

“No,” he said as he leaned down, pressing his lips firmly against yours.  You struggled at first, trying to move away, hoping he would release you, but he only became more resolved to keep you there.  When you finally relented and he felt your body relax, he pulled back to look at you, his eyes searching yours for some sign of what you were feeling.  “Things are different now, (Y/N).  We can’t go back to the start, but we can go forward from here. We can.”  He leaned down to kiss you again, and this time you didn’t fight him.

Another nice Louis receipt...

Not my own. Sent to me by a blog I’ve followed since 2012.

I have never told anyone about this but I see your post about the real Louis and I just want to say something. First the background, my sister worked for an event company that handled VIP guests for the London Olympics. She was seated just a few seats behind the boys’ friends and family. She knows about them and my love for Louis because we used to watch XFactor together for our sibling bonding time.

She didn’t handle the boys for the Olympic as she is not in charge of the entertainers but she did crossed path with them sometimes especially at the fancy dinners and the winding corridors of the stadium. Louis and Niall talked to her a bit, just casual convos without much context. She did mentioned where she came from and noted their surprise as it was far away from UK. Her feedback was that they were nice and funny and very soft spoken on Louis’ part.

fast forward to when they had their last concert in my country. It was one of those cities where the boys disappeared and we barely saw them other than the concert itself. My sister was in town for her vacation and was not planning to go to the concert. Our apartment is very close to their hotel and it was in the middle of the high end business district. The day before the concert we were having lunch at a nearby plaza when my phone kept vibrating on notifications about crew sightings

crew sightings at a mall down the street fron the plaza we were in. Apprently fans spotted Josh and Lottie and later Lou and the fans followed them to the mall. My sister asked if I wanna go but I said no because I have no interest in them. About 20 minutes into our conversation my sister suddenly paused mid sentence while looking away from me. We were seated in the outside part of the cafe we were in. Even though it’s outside the cafe was still inside of the plaza.

she told me that she thinks she saw Louis walking out of a branded clothes store a few shops down, I was trying so hard to play it cool. I did turn around eventually because Louis was talking to someone while he was walking pass and that heavenly voice is unmistakable. I squealed a bit and my sister laughed at me. Her laugh made Louis looked our way (it was Alberto he was talking to) I just gave him a small smile of recognition as I don’t want to bother him.

what happened next surprised both my sister and I. He actually remembered my sister. He walked over and gave her a hug and cheek kiss (envy very envy much envy). He didn’t remember her name but was talking animatedly about how he suddenly thought of her once they settled in the hotel. I witnessed first hand just how soft spoken and dainty he is it is insane. He was very charming and friendly. He offered to try to get tickets for my sister is she wants but she declined.

my sister made it very clear to him that I was a fan, and a fan of HIM in particular. I know she did that so Louis will make completely informed actions. He just stayed for a few minutes before leaving and Alberto was waiting outside the whole time. He gave me a hug before he leaves and he smelled so good! And he is soooo soft and gorgeous. He was holding his own shopping bags I may add. And he is just lovely, so very lovely.

I did not ask for an autograph or a picture mainly because I know my sister needs to be a professional in this. It wasn’t after that I realized Josh and Lottie was a diversion for Louis to slip out. Basically my point is Louis is a tiny little ball of loveliness and minty fresh sunshine and he remembers people he likes however long ago he met them and that my sister us around 5'9 in heels and Louis is definitely not 5'9. (end)

Immersed in Zombie City

Ruby slammed her back against the brick corner, keeping the barrel of her assault rifle aimed at the ground. Her legs felt like vulcanized rubber. The wall was all that held her upright. Her mouth hung wide open as she gulped down air. Every ragged breath drove a red-hot spike into her lungs. Sweat matted her black cherry hair against her forehead. She struggled to keep the heavy rifle from dropping out of her trembling arms. The rifle’s sling bit into her shoulder, only adding to her agony. Every fiber of her body cried out in pain, demanding rest. But, such a thing was a luxury that she could not afford.

A low sound crept into her ears. Like air rasping through a clogged pipe. She heard more sounds. Bones creaking. Feet dragging along asphalt. Deep-throated gurgles. Fear seized her heart with corpselike claws.

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