nothing to do.. so ya know

dinodiegos  asked:

Could you please do some headcanons for PB Dio realizing he actually managed to fall for someone?

Of course! Though I’m assuming you’re talking about before he turns into a vampire, if I’m wrong please do send another ask !! 

Dio Brando


-At first Dio would start showing off when s/o was around. Not knowing why, but he’d always want to get their attention. 

-He would question himself on why he’d do so, until he realized that they were a friend of Johnathon. Not a close friend, but still a friend. Dio quickly blamed his emotions to them being Johnathon’s friend.  Though that wasn’t it at all.

-Dio would NOT stop following them around without them knowing…. ya know, just a lil’ curious. He’d even clear it out in his head. “I just wanna know what they’re like, just so I can use her/him as blackmail towards Jojo, nothing more.”

-When he’d start talking to one of his friends about them. “Dio….. you have a crush on her/him.” Dio would flat out refuse it. “Of course not, idiot. Me, Dio, have a crush on someone? Don’t be ridiculous.” Then storming off. 

-After cooling down and a couple hours later he starts actually thinking about it, “Could I really…? Hmph, strange to think of her/him like that.”

-The next couple times he sees her he wants to avoid any possible sight of them. Thinking that it would go away after a while. wrong. 

-After a while he got fed up with his silly emotions, and thought it would be best if he was straightforward about it. 

-Dio would try and corner them alone to get a chance to tell them. Though s/o thought they were going to bully them just like Jojo and Erina. But when Dio finally cornered them, they were kinda shocked.

- “Tch, you’ve been really starting to annoy me, Y/N. You’ve been pestering my thoughts and are leaving me no choice but to confront you. You are to date me from this day forth.” Dio confidently stated. 

-S/o would have to pause them for a moment. “N-n hold on Dio, you’ve given me no chance to respond.” Dio suddenly realized his mistake but pretended there was no error in his ‘request’ 

-Dio was pretty confident it would be a yes from them. “Then go on and tell me your answer, Y/N.” They would stutter out their yes as Dio has an Index finger lifting up their chin. “Then it’s settled.” 

-Dio probably was raging with testosterone as he walked away full of pride.

-He felt as if he concurred his feelings but he’s probably making it worse in the long run.

-He’s very self-centered so he’d take them places he likes and doesn’t really show much consideration to his s/o. 

-Though he feels quite jealous if they talk to other people or give anyone else more attention than him.


-His s/o doesn’t let them do anything sexual most likely, though he would pry at the subject. (Due to the morality of sex at that time.) 

-But that doesn’t stop him from stalking his love every once in a while. Watching them as they change or bathe. He probably jacks off to it too ngl. 

I have this strange headcannon that Dio has stalkerish tendencies towards people he finds an interest in. So if you didn’t like that part, sorrynotsorry. 


’ Call it what you will… fate… destiny… ’
’ You smell that? Take a deep breath through the nose. ’
’ Really let that seep in. ’
’ What are you getting? ’
’ Your thoughts? ’
’ I don’t know why, but overall it just smells like the color brown. ’
’ I could get used to a view like this. ’
’ Yep, I’m used to it. Guys I want a castle. ’
’ Great. Now I’m the bad guy. ’
’ Look in that mirror. ’
’ I see a strong, confident, beautiful young lady. ’
’ Oh look, you’re here too. ’
’ Skip the drama, stay with Mama! ’
’ This is the story of how I died. ’
’ Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. ’
’ Oh… oh no… where is my satchel? ’
’ I’ve hidden it. Somewhere you’ll never find it. ’
’ It’s in that pot, isn’t it? ’
’ I’m just teasing! ’
’ How you manage to do that every single day without fail! ’
’ It looks absolutely exhausting, darling! ’
’ Then I don’t know why it takes so long. ’
’ Oh, it’s nothing. ’
’ Who are you, and how did you find me? ’
’ I know not who you are, nor how I came to find you. ’
’ May I just say… Hi. How ya doin’? ’
’ You were my new dream. ’
’ You should know that this is the strangest thing I’ve ever done! ’
’ Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn’t like me! ’
’ How ‘bout best two out of three? ’
’ Who’s that? ’
’ They don’t like me. ’
’ Too weak to handle myself out there, huh, ______? ’
’ Go. Live your dream. ’
’ Your dream stinks. I was talking to her. ’
’ I was saying tomorrow is a really big day, and you didn’t really respond. ’
’ I distinctly remember, your birthday was last year. ’
’ No no no, can’t be. ’
’ That’s the funny thing about birthdays, they’re kind of an annual thing. ’
’ You know how I feel about the mumbling. ’
’ Blah blah blah blah blah, it’s very annoying! ’
’ I’m just teasing, you’re adorable. ’
’ I love you so much, darling. ’
’ Let me just get this straight. ’
’ I take you to see the lanterns, bring you back home, and you’ll give me back my satchel? ’
’ When I promise something, I never ever break that promise. ’
’ I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. ’
’ This is kind of an off-day for me. This doesn’t normally happen. ’
’ Fine! I’ll take you to see the lanterns. ’
’ You broke my smolder. ’
’ Here comes the smolder. ’
’ This is bad, this is very very bad, this is really bad… ’
’ They just can’t get my nose right! ’
’ Who cares? ’
’ Well, it’s easy for you to say… ’
’ The party lasted an entire week, and honestly, I don’t remember most of it. ’
’ I’ve been dreaming about them my entire life! ’
’ Haven’t any of you ever had a dream? ’
’ What’s your dream? ’
’ Sorry, boys. I don’t sing. ’
’ Well, I hope you’re here to apologize. ’
’ I have something for you too. ’
’ I should have given it to you before, but I was scared. ’
’ And the thing is, I’m not scared anymore. ’
’ You know what I mean? ’
’ All right, okay, give me a boost, and I’ll pull you up. ’
’ I just… I can’t believe that after all we’ve been through together, you don’t… trust me? ’
’ Sorry… my hands are full. ’
’ I’ve been looking out of a window for eighteen years. ’
’ And what if it is? What do I do then? ’
’ What if it’s not everything I dreamed it would be? ’
’ Well, that’s the good part I guess. ’
’ You get to go find a new dream. ’
’ That’s a lot of hair. ’
’ Oh, now they’re just being mean. ’
’ I can’t believe I did this! ’
’ I mean, what she doesn’t know won’t kill her, right? ’
’ I have made the decision to trust you. ’
’ So, what do you want with my hair? To cut it? ’
’ Listen, the only thing I want to do with your hair is to get out of it… ’
’ I have a big surprise! ’
’ Did I ever tell you I’ve got a thing for brunettes? ’
’ Is it ruffians? Thugs? Have they come for me? ’
’ Stay calm. It can probably smell fear. ’
’ You should see your faces because you look - ’
’ I didn’t see that coming. ’
’ But I know what the big question is? ’
’ So! Hey can I ask you something? ’
’ Because I’m not gonna lie, that would be stupendous… ’
’ Is there any chance that I’m going to get super strength in my hand? ’
’ Oh. Sorry yes, just… lost in thought I guess. ’
’ Whoaaaa! Somebody get me a glass! ’
’ Frying pans… who knew, right? ’
’ Sorry! Just, don’t… don’t freak out. ’
’ Is that blood in your mustache? ’
’ Look at all the blood in his mustache! ’
’ I can’t help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here. ’
’ Now, I’m only picking up bits and pieces here, of course. ’
’ A little rebellion, a little adventure, that’s good. Healthy, even. ’
’ I mean, this is serious stuff. ’
’ But let me ease your conscience. This is part of growing up. ’
’ You’re way over thinking this, trust me. ’
’ I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m letting you out of the deal. ’
’ What is it going to take for me to get my satchel back? ’
’ You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? ’
’ Well, I’ve gotta say, I didn’t know you had that in you back there. ’
’ Now, I know I’m not supposed to mention the hair. ’
’ Frankly, I’m too scared to ask about the frog. ’
’ If you want to see the lanterns so badly, why haven’t you gone before? ’
’ Why would you ask such a ridiculous question? ’
’ I’ve spent my entire life hiding from people who would use me for my power… ’
’ That criminal is to be hanged for his crimes. ’
’ Hmm. I have magic hair that glows when I sing. ’
Jerome Valeska x Reader: Daddy’s Little Doctor - Part Two

Originally posted by jeromevaleskasface

thanks so much to everyone being so nice with me! i’m glad you enjoyed daddy’s little doctor so much! here’s a part two just for you!



‘Oh my God. What the hell am I doing?’ [Y/N] kept asking herself as she ran hand by hand with Jerome.

‘This is so crazy.’

“Ha! Do you see what I see, Baby Cakes? We’re just like Bonnie and Clyde!”

[Y/N] didn’t have enough time to answer, she gasped loudly at Jerome who just shot a random guy who was about to get into his car.

Jerome laughed. “We have our own vehicle now.” He took a driver’s seat and waited for [Y/N].

She sat beside him and as his hand moved to reach her thigh she took it like she wanted to hold it.

‘Shit. Don’t you dare to blush!’

He only smirked at the situation, not letting go of her hand. Both of them didn’t say anything about it. What if he didn’t really wanted to reach her thigh?

She could feel how awkward it was, at least for her, that’s why she decided to say something.

“So.. Where are we going anyway?”

“We’re.. going to get my face back, [Y/N].” He giggled.

She liked his giggle, it was adorable.

She turned to look at him. “Why do you want your face back though? I kinda like the new look.” She said with a smirk.

He chuckled. “Oh Darling, you never fail to make me smile. I know I still look hella fine but you should’ve seen me with my face on.”

“Well, I’ve seen you.. that day when they found out you killed your mother..”

“Ah good ol’ days!” He said happily. “So tell me Gorgeous, what did you think of me?”

“Nothing!” She said a little too fast. “I mean yeah, uh, nothing.”

Normally, [Y/N] wouldn’t have a problem with lying but Jerome really made her nervous at the moment!

“Awww, c’mon, you gotta tell me.” He looked at her with puppy eyes, not caring about the road, wheels of the car meeting an innocent man because of it.

“Sorry! Didn’t see ya!” [Y/N] looked at the scene with wide eyes.

“Okay now, where were we? Oh right, answer my question, Toots.”

‘He really enjoys giving nicknames… Anyway, I guess I have nothing to lose.’

“Well.. I thought you were kinda.. cute?” She couldn’t help but looked down at her hands and blushed. She felt bad for feeling like this because of a sociopath. But he was really sweet to her, ya know?

She could feel like.. herself with him. Everybody always expected her to be perfect. She was so tired of this.  She was only a human being.

He smirked still gazing at the road.. “Don’t cha too sweet for me, Baby?”

“What do you mean she left with him?!”

“Look, Jim, I couldn’t stop them. I already told you, she just left.. like that. She didn’t even protest.”

Jim made a weird face at her words so she added “That’s probably because she was too scared..”

Inside she knew she was wrong. [Y/N] looked shocked, then shy but definitely not scared. Lee had no idea what to think.

“We need to find her. We need to find them.

[Y/N] sat on a table where Jerome was lying 3 hours ago, when Dwight was trying to bring him back from the dead. She was looking at Jerome’s back for 5 minutes as he moaned in pain. He was “putting” his face back on and he was almost finished. [Y/N] felt bad for him, she didn’t like him being in pain. He was handsome in her opinion when he had no face, so she was 1000%  sure he’d be still handsome with staples.

Finally he finished his work and looked at Dwight.

“So, how’s the look?”

Dwight was really nervous. He was praying Jerome’s not mad but he noticed that [Y/N] was. 

“It looks good..” He wasn’t very persuasive, was he?

“You wouldn’t.. lie to me.. Right, Dwight?”

He shook his head. “N-no. I-it looks good.” Jerome was smiling the whole time. 

He looked like an angel in [Y/N]’s eyes.

Jerome noticed a gentle smile on her face and returned it.

“Now Dwight, would you stand over there? Me and Sweet Cheeks need to talk about something.” Dwight nodded quickly and almost ran to the place Jerome pointed out.

Jerome and [Y/N] moved aside and he explained, what he wanted to do. He wanted to leave a message for Gotham.

[Y/N] couldn’t be more excited.

“Testing, testing… Are we live? Are we on air?”

In the background you were able see Dwight, tied up to incendiary bombs.

“C’mere, Gorgeous, no need to be shy, you’re too pretty for that.”

She skipped to Jerome. “Hiya everyone!” She waved, giggled and kissed Jerome on the cheek. She was way more confident by now, thanks to her Puddin telling her not to worry.

“Some of you may know I died. Take it from me - death is dull! But coming back… that is something. Leave it to dying to give you a whole new perspective on life and I would like to share that with you.” He looked over at [Y/N] and blew her a kiss.

“Tonight, Gotham - in the darkness - there are no rules! So tonight, Gotham, do what you want, kill who you want. And when morning comes you too shall be reborn!” He took [Y/N]’s hand and fired an explosive.

“And, uh..”


“.. I don’t forgive you for my face.”

They started laughing like maniacs. ([Y/N]’s favourite kind of laugh) And left. Just like that. Again.

On daily basis, [Y/N] would feel bad. It wasn’t normal anymore, but on the other hand, she couldn’t be more happy to be with Jerome. They were in love! It felt like magic.

Like he was a Clyde to her, and she was a Bonnie to him!

You may wonder, why all of this had to happen?

I guess we will never really know. Maybe it happened because she was too tired of being a perfect child?

Too tired of having straight A’s?

Or too tired of rules?

Or maybe tired of always having to speak with respect?

She was too tired of one thing, she always had to be.

 She was tired of being Daddy’s Little Doctor.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I love your artwork so much! I was wondering if you could draw young punk Rick with Stan as his groupie? Or apart of the band too? Thank you in advanced if you do! <3

if you wanted hot young stanchez instead of these midlife crisis schmucks… sorry, i don’t know what to tell ya


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Summary: Jensen tries to convince the reader to be his pretend girlfriend.

Prompt: "You’ve given up being sexy a long time ago haven’t you?“

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,266

Requested by: @starswirlblitz

Work today was fucking torture. It was too long, too boring and filled with too many morons. You can only fake being nice for so long, it’s exhausting.

Trying to get into a more relaxed head space, you decide to pamper yourself a bit. You down a much needed glass of wine then take a soothing bubble bath. Soon after you throw on a black mud mask that clarifies, it’s weird looking but it works awesome.

Deciding to give yourself a pedicure, you pick out a dark red nail polish and get yourself settled on the couch. Finally feeling a little more relaxed, you breathe a happy sigh for the peace and quiet.


Son of a bitch.

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I Won’t Say (Jughead x Reader)

-Summary: Jughead won’t admit that he’s in love with you, even though everyone can see it.

- Pair: Jughead Jones x Reader

-Request? Yep.

-Word Count: 659

-Warnings: none

-A/N: Sorry If it isn’t really exciting, tried my best lol. Enjoy!

-Tags: @multiversegalaxygirl

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I sat at Pop’s diner in my usual booth, drinking a milkshake as I typed away at my laptop. When I heard someone sit down in front of me, I looked up for a second, and saw that it was Archie.

Although I was kind of disappointed it wasn’t Y/N, I greeted the red haired boy with a, “Hey,” and continued typing.

“So when are you gonna admit that you’re totally in love with Y/N?” I heard Archie ask.

I rolled my eyes and replied, “I’m not in love with her, we’re friends, and she’s helping me with Jason’s case.”

I was about to continue typing when Archie said, “You’re so full of shit.”

I closed my eyes took in a deep breath and shut my laptop, giving Archie my full attention as I couldn’t concentrate on writing anything at the moment, “And what makes you think that?”

He smirked, “Well for one, whenever you aren’t on that thing, you’re with her,” I give him a blank stare, but he continues, “You practically stare at her all the time, you’re the only one who laughs at her terrible puns, she’s the only one you’ll share food with and not to mention, when she smiles it looks like you’re about to explode with sunshine and rainbows. Which never happens. Ever.”

He’s right, but as if I’m gonna admit that; and as much as he’s right, I honestly see no point in admitting anything if it will just ruin my friendship with her. She can’t possibly reciprocate the feelings, as if she would. I’d just rather not get myself hurt. People need to get off my case.

I gave an amused smile at his words, “I’m not in love with her, and you know that I think relationships are stupid, one of us, or both, would get hurt in the end and it’s not worth taking that risk,” Archie laughed at that, “What’s so funny?”

“You’re so in denial, read my lips, you’re in love!” Archie said mockingly slow, “Say it!”

“Say what?” I looked up to see Y/N standing at the table smiling at me.

My heart skips a beat and I smiled a little, “Nothing, just Archie being stupid as usual.”

She laughed and slides in next to me in the booth, “Isn’t he always being stupid to you?”

I smiled and looked to Archie and saw him shaking his head at me with a knowing smile, “Yeah, pretty much,” I replied.

Archie spoke up, “Well, I have some music writing to do, so I’m gonna go do that and leave you two alone, see ya’,” He said and got up and left.

Y/N looked after him, eyebrow raised in confusion, “That was weird.”

“He’s always weird.”

She rolled her eyes at me, “Mhm,” she changed the subject, “So what was he trying to get you to say before I arrived?”

I panicked a little bit, “Uh, just something stupid, doesn’t matter.”

She looked at me suspiciously but didn’t question it, “Alright, um anyways, I came to ask you, um,” she hesitated a little bit, but recovered, smiling, “Would you like to come to the dance with me?”

I blinked a couple of times out of surprise, but before I could give a reply she said, “Sorry, you don’t have to say yes, just thought I’d ask cause I don’t know if I would go with anyone else.”

I shook my head, “Of course I’ll go with you, why would I say no?”

She smiled and gave me a hug, I hugged her back, “Well, I’ll leave you to your writing,” she said, about to get up.

I grabbed her hand to stop her, “You can stay, I don’t mind.”

I saw her look down at our hands and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, she looked back up and smiled, “Okay.”

I still won’t say it out loud, but damn am I in love with her.

something to ponder:

Dean decides it’s time to get Cas a girl.

Castiel, being the “all-powerful-yet-extremely-socially-awkward” being he is, has no fucking clue how to interact with chicks. At least, that’s what Dean tells himself. Why else wouldn’t he have gotten laid by now (besides by creepy bitch reapers)?

He expresses these thoughts to the angel, who says nothing in return. He just continues staring at a wall like it’s the most goddamn interesting thing on the planet.

“C'mon man. You gotta be interested in someone,” the man sighs.

That seems to get a reaction out of Castiel. He turns his head to look at Dean, expression unreadable.

Dean takes that as a win.

“Ah, there we go! I knew you had it in ya,” he grins. “So do something about it.”

Castiel’s head lowers and- wait, is he blushing?

“I… don’t know how.”

“Well that’s easy. You’re talking to the pickup line king,” Dean replies ecstatically, raising his arms above his head for effect. “I’ll teach you.”

Castiel looks at Dean again, eyes wide. Dean ushers him to stand up from the bunker library chair and stand in front of him.

“Okay okay, just… pretend that I’m the person you’re interested in. Say something.”

“I love you,” Cas says, staring Dean seriously in the eyes.

He scoffs. “Woah there cowboy, I think you might want to wait awhile before you use that one.”

“But I’ve known you for 8 years already. Is that not long enough?” Castiel asks, frowning slightly and tilting his head to the side.

˜”*°•.˜”*°• SHIT HANDSOME JACK SAYS (part two!)

‘’  Holy nutballs what happened to your freakin’ face! ‘’
‘’ There’s nowhere to hide now, suckers! ‘’
“ You should’ve died when I told you! ”
“ Ah, you’re way too late! Just give up! ”
“ You and ME, craphole! It all comes down to this! " 
” Hi jackass! “
” Oh, I’m right here! “
” Sup! “
” Yeah take it, bitch! “
” Hoho, have fun with this! “
” Stand in front of this, jackass! “
” I’m invincible bitch! “
” No-no-nope! “
” Stop shooting yourself, stop shooting yourself!! “
“ Oh what’s going on, you can’t hurt me anymore oh that’s gotta be SO FRUSTRATING! ”
“ Son of a… How the hell you did that?! ”
“ CRAP! Crapcrapcrap!! ”
“ Gonna make it, fight through the pain, ____…! Come on! ”
“ Not gonna die here too…! ”
“ Oh, dammit… COME ON! ”
“ I am gonna slap the BITCH outta you! “
“ Owie.. “
“ This might be the last time we get chat.. “
“ you see? that wasn’t so hard. I won’t let you down kid, uh, _____. You Just made a pal for life “
“ Did you see her head? it was like PBBBLLTT- “
“ You killed yourself because i PAYED you to “
“ Don’t usually like people knowing about him/her “
“ All swagger.. No substance “ 
“ I was trying to Kill you– I wasn’t being subtle “
“ you threatening me..? “
“ Heroes don’t die! not when the story gets to the good part! ”
“ where the hell is ____? “
“ Trust me if s/he was there i would be INSIDE him/her “
“ S/he wouldn’t be dead, would s/he? “
“ usual stuff “
“ we are gonna have to fix that gorgeous face, kiddo! “ 
“ Yeah, I don’t know what state of being i’m in right now but, uh.. well, walking still sucks “ 
“ Oh _____ Your My heeeroo! “
“ Get it? it’s like his weiner is talking! comedy GOLD! “
“ there’s absolutely nothing there! “
“ oohh ho ho that’s good. Oh, that’s Rich. Thank you for that “
“ It’s childsplay, right? “
“ Go on peel of that face like a serial killer “
“ We beat him/her for hours.. “
“ so i scoop his/her stupid lil eyeballs out with a SPOON! “
“ and I’m Just DYING LAUGHING “
“ Please.. Please don’t kill my baby girl/boy… “
“ No— NO _____!! “
“ I thought, I thought i was gonna have to get violent there for a second. or more violent “
“ No. No. No. No. No. No. I’m _____! I don’t die. and there’s too much left to do! N-Not happening. Not happening! “
“ Ha, your so stupid! watch your head dickface “
“ Who exactly is this little muscle bound tool? “
“ I don’t know. s/he’s… scratching her/his ass and, uh- “
“ That makes two of us “
“ Granted it’s not much.. But it definitely is something! “
“ How is it every time i show up you idiots are in a worse situation? “
“ Yeah! that’s the spirit. “
“ Okay. Look. As much as i’d love to watch this idiot kill you two idiots. I can’t let that happen “
“ No.. still nothing. I punched my mom for chrissake “
“ Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, what is s/he doing? this isn’t good. this is bad! “
“ Okay what? are you talking to me? “
“ Teamwork. more than that, it’s about compromise. “
“ what the hell is that? “
“ I’m detecting some tension here, which is a bummer. we should be pals, ya know? “
“ Whoa whoa whoa… Do i seriously talk to much? ____? “
“ You’re the boss “
“ sah-macky dabby! “
“ Oh ho- that’s so g- that- that is the grossest thing i’ve ever seen “
“ It’s not as sexy as it sounds. A lot of people died down there. “
“ …and then kill them “
“ Yes! you..! you.. are my favourite dude! “
“ I mean. not to sound like a friggin’ shampoo commercial here, but you deserve it “
“ Oh hell no!! “
“ Oh, heh heh heh… useless! “
“ enjoy your last few seconds of not being dead “
“ sup? “
“ Don’t worry buddyboy. I’ll take the wheel for a few “
“ yeah. Yeah. Your Good. Walk it off sport “

All In

Part 3…the final part.  If you wanna catch up on the first parts, here ya go:

All Hands

All Tongues

A/N: This is reeeeally smutty.  And I mean, those of y’all who know me know by now that I enjoy some good smut, but I really reached outside of my comfort zone for this.  So let me know what you think (because I’m needy!).  Thanks loves! 

Oh yeah…it’s Reader x Dean x Sam (FINALLY), no Wincest.

Three weeks.  For three weeks, there was nothing to hunt, nothing to do but kill time.  Dean practically tore Baby apart, he was so antsy for something to do, but you and Sam were enjoying the down time.  You went for runs together, deep cleaned around the bunker, studied from the Men of Letters archives, played board games, and even got to read a few novels.  

Since the night in the study, you’d stopped pretending that you and Dean weren’t a thing.  You still didn’t know exactly what that “thing” was, but you were loving it.  You started sleeping in his room and acting more like a couple outside of bed.  He’d do little things like slap your ass as you walked by or pull you into his lap instead of letting you sit on the couch next to him.  He kissed you goodbye when he left to get food or run errands and he put his arms around you from behind while you were cooking, his neck resting on your shoulder.  It began feeling normal for him to show you affection.

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Fake ass feminists

Iris is literally trying to save Caitlin’s life, but all you idiots care about is “why is she getting so much screen time/why isn’t Barry helping her instead?” Do you hate women this much? Is your obsession with that damn crack ship so deep that it causes you to ignore an awesome moment between two female characters trying to save each other’s lives? Caitlin saved Iris life earlier this season, and now she wants to repay her by saving Caitlin’s. Why is that such a problem? Oh! I know why! Because you hate seeing someone who you’ve wished death upon actually being nice to your fav. You idiots want so desperately for Iris to be selfish and spiteful that you can’t even give her credit for saving Caitlin’s life.

Fuck ya’ll fake feminists. Ya’ll sit here and complain about the writers reducing Iris to nothing but a love interest, but all you’ve been doing this season is complaining about how Caitlin’s being sidelined because the writers refused to put her with Barry. How does the writers’ refusal to make SB canon sideline Caitlin’s character? She’s fucking KILLER FROST!

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Dean Winchester is a Disney princess, Castiel is sure of it. He has Evidence.

  1. he’s got a chiseled jaw sharp enough to kill a man
  2. horribly clear skin
  3. entirely infuriating dimples
  4. he’s blond, but not too blond
  5. his eyes are a shade of green that does not exist in nature. The first time he saw them, Castiel was sure they were contacts
  6. this boy has fucking muscles for days, arms like tiny trees that bulge out of his t-shirts all over the place. And yet, Castiel has never seen him work out. More evidence to be gathered.
  7. He can sing like fucking Beyonce. It’s a secret, but one time castiel heard him singing in the locker room and he almost passed out
  8. he honest to god always has, like, woodland creatures coming up to him. Butterflies will land on him. On more than one occasion castiel has seem him trailed by kittens
  9. his smile could melt the polar ice caps
  10. he is, hands down, the nicest person Castiel has ever met. He’s kind to everyone.
  11. going with that, everyone likes dean. No one has a bad thing to say about him, his popularity spans all social circles and cliques and it doesn’t get to his head. He’s genuinely a sweetheart

 All that said, it’s pretty clear that he shouldn’t be anywhere near Certified Punk Loser Castiel Novak. Like sure, Castiel expects a friendly smile in passing here and there because Dean is an actual angel as well as his next door neighbor, but the guy has better things to do than hang out with a grungy weirdo.

 And yet,

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Request: (anon) Love your stories! Can you do an image on where the clown princess is just super shy and not really self confident? Then Harley takes her to the club, dances with her and shows her that she shouldn’t give a sh*t about what others are thinking of her? That it is important so be yourself, especially when you’re the princess of the underworld 😏💪🏻That would be awesome!


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anonymous asked:

Hey I love your writing! Can I please have a Niall imagine where you get into a bad fight and he walks out and comes back later when he's calm down to find you in the bathroom crying holding something of his? Kind of specific I'm sorry!! 💖

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“God (Y/N) i just want to go out with the lads for a beer. Get off my back!” He snapped at you while he stomped out of the bedroom and down the hall. Jumping off the bed you followed him.

“Get off your back?! Niall, you’ve gone out for a beer every night this week and the last. You’re at the studio all fucking day and you come home late. I just want one night with you!” He didn’t even react to your words as he went to the closet and pulled out his jacket and boots. “Are you fucking listening? Sometimes I feel like you don’t care anymore. You stopped texting me during the day, and stopped saying goodbye in the mornings. You haven’t even said ‘I love You’ since last saturday.” Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you watched him slip his boots on his feet. You hate fighting and you hate acting this clingy but it felt like he wasn’t even in love with you anymore.

Niall finally made eye contact with you, anger was present in his blue eyes. The way he looked at you made your heart drop to your stomach. “Maybe I go out all the time because you’re so goddamn needy. You constantly want my attention. And I have other things to worry about then saying I love you.”  He pulled his hat onto his head, “Don’t bother waiting up. I might even just crash at Bressie’s house.” His voice had no hint of emotion, turning on his heel he left without another word.

You stood, frozen, staring at the closed front door. You’ve been dating for two years and this was the first fight where you actually felt like he was going to leave you. Even when he was pissed he would still say he loves you, but the look in his eyes made you feel as though that love was gone. Niall did have a loose tongue and would say things he didn’t mean but the words he just said seemed like they were from his heart.

The tears you tried to hold back now fell freely from your eyes, drenching your cheeks. Your feet absent mindedly carried you back to the bedroom and into the walk in closet where you found his favorite sweater. The cream colored fabric still smelled like his cologne and body wash. Taking the sweater into the bathroom you closed the door and sank down to the cool tile floor where you then let all your emotions out. Heavy sobs racked through your body as you hid your face in Niall’s sweater, desperate to feel close to the man you loved; even though it was starting to feel like that love wasn’t mutual.


“You good mate?” Deo asked Niall while he nudged his shoulder, “You’ve been zoning in out all night.”

“It’s just- I’m fine.” He responded taking another sip of his Guinnes. His anger and frustration had worn off a while ago and the gravity of what he said, and didn’t say, was just now hitting him. Guilt filled his stomach the more he realized you were right.

“What did you do, Horan?” Another one of the lads asked, all of his friends eyes were on him now.

“I had a fight with (Y/N) before I left and I was a dick.”

“What was it about?” Bressie asked.

“She wanted me ta stay home tonight and watch a movie. She was also upset that I’ve been going out a lot and haven’t really spent time with her.”

“You have been going out a lot though and you’re living in the studio. Why didn’t ya just stay home?” Deo pointed out.

“I- I don’t know, I’m just stressed that the album isn’t gonna be that good and I just wanted a beer. I’m an ass okay, now I wish I just stayed home. Wouldn’t be surprised if I go home and find that all her stuff is gone.” The last sentence almost brought tears to his eyes, he had to bite his lip to prevent himself from crying in front of his friends.

“Why don’t ya just go home, man.”

Niall took a deep breath to ward of his tears before nodding and grabbing his hat off the table, “Bye guys.” He said standing up and leaving without waiting for a response. His boots tapped on the pavement as he made his way to the range rover, telling the fans that he couldn’t stop for pictures. The whole drive back to the house he tried to piece together an apology, he stopped at a gas station and got a bouquet of flowers and all your favorite types of candy. He knew that the flowers and candy would do little to make up for the way he has been acting but it was worth a shot.

When he pulled into the driveway he sighed in relief to see your car still parked but as he looked into the windows he saw that all the lights were off. “Shit.” He muttered under his breath thinking that maybe you got one of your friends to pick you up.

He slowly came into the home and toed off his boots listening for any sign that you were still in the house. Niall had never been so happy to still see your shoes lying on the floor, it was one of his pet peeves that you didn’t put them away on the rack in the closet. He didn’t hear the tv in the den or in the bedroom, it was still fairly early in the evening so he doubted that you had gone to sleep. Wondering around the house he called out for you, “(Y/N)?! Petal, where are ya? I’m sorry I’m such an ass.”

You were still in the bathroom crying, the fight had happened two hours ago but you were still upset. Everytime your tears would slow you’d think about the words Niall said to you and you were right back to sobbing. His sweater was soaked with tears at this point, probably another thing that would make Niall mad at you.

Niall had given up on trying to find you, he walked into the bedroom dropping the bag of candy and flowers on the bed with a huff. He went to go into the bathroom but when he turned the knob and open the door the last thing he expected to see was you sitting on the floor crying with his sweater held tightly in your hands.

Your hair was messily hanging out of your ponytail,  your face was red and blotchy, and your eyelids swollen from crying so much. “Babe..” Niall sighed sinking down to the floor next to you. His presents made you jump, looking up at him you let out a choked sob. All you wanted to do was jump into his arms and hold onto him but he told you you were needy so you stayed where you were.

“Come here princess.” He said sadly pulling you into his chest and rubbing your back. Tears soaked into his shirt but he didn’t care, “I’m so fucking sorry my love. I didn’t mean anything I said. You’re not needy or clingy and nothing is more important than you. I’ve just been really stressed and I didn’t want to burden you with it so I’d just go out.”

“Then why di-d you say that?” You said into his chest, your breath hitched as you tried to talk.

Niall’s heart broke as he heard your voice, “Because I’m stupid and ya know that. I’ve been struggling to get the album together and today was particularly rough, I took that frustration out on you and I’m really sorry about that.”

The two of you sat on the bathroom floor for a good ten minutes before you finally looked up at him, he smiled down at you sadly before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Do ya forgive me?” Niall asked.

“Yeah,” You answered. “Do you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing for me to forgive darlin’, ya did nothing wrong. You were right, I wasn’t spending enough time with you. So tomorrow we’re gonna go out for dinner and a movie then I want ya to tag along to the studio with me. Sound good?”

You nodded cuddling closer into his chest. “Why did ya take my sweater?” He asked. You blushed not wanting to tell him but you did anyway.

“I-I just wanted to feel a close to you.” You responded, your cheeks even redder now. Your answer made Niall realize just how much you missed him and it made him feel like shit.

“I’m sorry love.” He whispered into your hair. “Why don’t we go lay on bed instead of sitting on the hard tile. I also got ya all your favorite candy and some flowers.” You chuckled at his thoughtfulness and the fact that he got you candy and flowers to apologize.

Niall helped you stand and led you by your hand into the bedroom where you both stuffed your face with candy while you just enjoyed each other’s company.

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We Won’t Tell If You Don’t

Anonymous said:
Sadly I would let all four of them raw me and I am not ashamed
me either bitch tf


Somehow I was convinced to play “two truths and a lie” with the boys, which sounded fun, but I know them all too well for something like this. “Alright Y/N, you’re turn.” Michael took a swig of his beer as I exhaled deeply. “Hmm, I have never done anything more than a threesome, I sleep naked, and winged eyeliner and eyebrows are a form of art to me.”

All four of the boys simply staring at me in silence. Ashton’s lips parted as he laughed slightly. “I think the threesome one is a lie.” “Yeah, I agree with Ashton.” Luke scratched the stubble underneath his chin. I reverted my attention to Calum and Michael.

“I disagree. I think the lie is sleeping naked..” Calum hummed. “Well everyone knows that your weird eyeliner and eyebrow obsession, so I have to agree with Luke and Ashton.” I scoffed and stood up, stretching in amazement. I have been friends with these dorks for over seven years, but they managed to answer incorrectly.

“Calum is the only one who is right. I don’t sleep nude, I sleep in a bra and panties but nothing else.” When I reached for another cookie, Michael swiftly grabbed the pack. All eyes fixated on me.

“What?” I said. “Don’t play innocent Y/N. We’ve known you for years and you never mentioned anything about a threesome?” Ashton bluntly stated. I blushed and put my hair back into a bun.

I shrugged. “You guys don’t tell me everything about your personal lives, I just never cared to mention it..” Luke laughed before the others joined in. I rolled my eyes and got fixated on the couch. “That’s because we have no lives, Y/N. But that’s besides the point.” Luke reminded.

“Fine guys. You’re not going to let this go are you.. So what do you want to know-” “Who’d you have more than threesome with, Y/N?” Ashton crossed his arms. The guys sitting back on the floor, in front of me. I looked at my fingers in slight embarrassment. Figuring, I had nothing to loose by telling them the truth.

“Umm ya know Liam and Harry… It was one night and I was really tipsy, and alcohol and I don’t mix well. I-” “Oh that’s grand.” Michael laughed. “That’s not fair. You fuck them but you won’t even let us see you naked. We use to take baths together!?” Calum teased. I could feel my cheeks turning bright red by the second.

“Can you all calm down. It’s really not a big deal. I’ve just known you four, longer..that’s all. It’d be too- weird.” I trailed off, trying to find the right words. They all nodded in unison as if they finally understood. Ashton cleared his throat, speaking for everyone.

“So what you’re saying is- If we can make things ‘unweird’..then you’d have a fivesome with us?” He elaborated. Stuttering out a response, I tried to make things clear. Only sounding nervous and anxious in return.

“I guess. I don’t know, sure. Why not? But that’s not going to happen.” I half heartedly laughed. I unlocked my phone, responding to the unopened snapchats that I received. The conversation was running dry. But when I felt Calum’s hands on mine, lowering my phone and tossing it aside..I quietly looked up in question.

He simply placed a finger over my lips and lifted my chin. My eyes flickering on the other boys, removing their shirts. “We won’t tell If you won’t.” He whispered. My mouth was already parted to agree, by the time he leaned down. His lips meeting mine in a needy kiss.

Calum and I used to date in year 7, but of course it was an innocent love-affair back then, but he always had a special place in my heart. So when his tongue danced around mine, I was settled on doing anything but pushing him away.

“No need to rush. We’ll all get a taste.” Luke cut in. Carefully grabbing my hand and standing you up. Smirking with a sudden spark of interest, they led me upstairs. As soon as I settled in Ashton’s room-Michael lifted me up. I lifted my shirt up and over my head. Slowly sliding my jeans down as Calum tossed them aside.

Ashton walked over to his closet, retrieving a pair of handcuffs and a handful of condoms. Tossing them to the guys. I raised an eyebrow. “Seems like you’ve done this before, Ash…” I hummed. Mesmerized by his biceps as he absentmindedly, cuffed me to the bed post. I felt a sense of vulnerability.

The boys attacking me with pleasure; Luke was kissing a trail down to my heated core. Gradually leaving sloppy pecks. Michael brushed his hair out the way, leaning in to suck my hardened nipples. Calum was teasing me, finding your weak spot as he left love bites on my neck. Ashton kicking off his Calvin Kleins, before getting on the bed.

Cupping my cheek as he hovered above me. His length springing free, wanting attention. Feeling Luke’s tongue lick a thin stripe up my core, I moaned. Using one hand to slowly pump Ashton’s member. Gripping his waist with the other. He started whispering dirty profanities. This side of Ashton, surprising me from his usual polite and sweet mannerisms.

“Go ahead babe. Open up your pretty-little mouth for me.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. Peering down at me with darkened pupils. I could feel my heart thumping out of my chest. Closing my eyes and taking him in my mouth, as I used a hand to pump carefully. The two of us moaning in unison. Causing Luke to suck harder, lapping up my juices as I arched my back.

Michael’s rough hands moving up and down my stomach. I’d never imagine in a million years-being surrounded by four of my best mates. Exposed and needy. Completely helpless under their control as they watched me give Ashton head.  Ashton hissed when you pumped faster, keeping up with the speed of Luke’s tongue. His lip ring tickling your insides with euphoria.

“Ahh-” I gasped, my hips beginning to stir. The instant Luke pulled away from me, I tried to sit up, disregarding Ashton’s nearing high. If I didn’t get to cum, neither would he. “Luke…” I whined. Calum mischievously leaving a mark on your collarbone.

“Sorry, Y/N. I wouldn’t have lasted any longer.” He groaned. Gesturing towards his increasing bulge. I slightly twitched when Michael slapped my thighs, prying my legs apart. Yanking at the cuffs, longing to get free.

“Can you guys let me go, at least..” I batted my eyelashes innocently. Ashton moving aside to lay beside me, watching as he stroked himself. I swallowed the lump in my throat. A warm sensation in the pit of my stomach. Butterflies fluttering every-time one of them would touch me.

“If you want us to uncuff you Y/N. Last one round with me. If you make any noise, we’ll ensure you’ll be walking on all fours tomorrow.” Michael warned. Hastily gripping my hips as he brushed himself against my opening. I bit my lip and nodded. Feeling Luke and Calum’s touch all over me, edging me closer.

Calum sucked under my ear. Whispering sweet nothings as he moved the hair out of my face. “You have to be a little more vocal than that baby.” Luke chuckled. I stuttered, looking down to see Michael leaving kind figure eights around my clit.

My lips parted before trapping any sounds of pleasure from escaping. They may have me wrapped around their fingers, but I was defiantly competitive and would never cave in. Not now at least.

“Go ahead, Y/N. Tell us how bad you want it.” Michael cooed. I gasped, feeling his tip enter me before pulling out. Repeating the action as he went deeper.
“I-I want you to fuck me Michael. H-hard..please.” My lip was trapped in between my teeth. He accepted my wish and thrusted in hard. Firmly gripping the back of my waist as he went at a steady rhythm.

“Shit.” Ashton sighed. Moving his hand faster. The sound of Michael’s skin against mine, began to echo with sinful slurs. “Open your eyes.” Luke reminded. Making me gaze into Michael’s glossed stare, fighting for breath as I strained to suppress my moans. It made me smile to myself when I realized just how caring all of them were being.

Aside from their secret kinks and rough actions, they were making sure I was comfortable first. “F-fuck!” I blurted out, when Michael thrusted deep enough to hit my g-spot perfectly. His erection throbbing within my walls.

He sucked his teeth, slowly stopping and pulling out. I dropped my head against the pillow. Trying to catch my breath with sexual frustration. I still hadn’t released yet. But by the leftover remains all over my stomach, I knew Michael did. That cheeky bastard.

“Shit. P-please let me go.” I hissed. Yanking at my restraints again. The cuffs grazing against my wrist in defiance. “Hmm, I don’t know guys. We should let her loose now. Make those hips stir a little more..” Luke approved. When Calum was about to respond in protest, I grew an idea. Knowing the one thing that would make one of them free me.

“Please..daddy.” I whispered-more or so directing the praise towards Ashton. It worked. Because he licked his lips and bit at the pink flesh. His eyes locking on mine. Like I’d sent him a clear message that was gratefully received. He raised a challenging eyebrow of authority. He was always the alpha when it came to sex.

“Uncuff her.” He growled. His accent laced with a crack of need, in his tone. Calum unsnapped them as I sighed peacefully. Sitting up with a smirk and running my hands over the lightly teared skin on my wrist. My mind immediately focused on Luke. Out of all the guys, he was the only one who’d be timid enough to not ask for anything in return. His bashful nature was extremely cute.

“Come here Luke..” I cooed, gesturing him closer with my finger. He chewed on his bottom lip and removed his boxers. Holding his member in his hand as he masked it from your sight. “Tell me what you want Hemmings.” I pecked the base of his neck. Slyly trailing a hand down his chest.

He caught on with increased confidence, once I bluntly swatted his hand away. Cupping his pulsating hard on. His breath tickling my lips as I kissed him. “It’s your turn.” I confirmed. My words were flirtatious and persistent. Looking him in eye. Jealous stares of wonder were evident from the others. But they didn’t interrupt.

“Take a seat beautiful.” Luke proposed, patting his thigh as he opened his legs slightly. The idea of riding his thigh was exciting. I’ve never done such a submissive yet dirty act before. There’s always a first time for everything.

At first, it was uncomfortable. But I wrapped my arms around his neck. He hoisted me up to sit on his thigh. The purity ring amongst his pinky finger creating such irony. “Perfect.” Luke choked out. My fingers settling on the sides of his face in admiration. I rocked my hips back and fourth.

His reaction to my wetness-fixated and hungry. He dug his nails deeper into my backside. Trailing his hands up my curves. Hearing heavy breathing amongst the other boys. “Right there..” Luke praised. “I can feel you falling apart Y/N. Go ahead and cum all over me. Don’t hold it back.” He growled.

“L-luke.” I stammered. The amount of pleasure this produced, surprising me. I didn’t think it’d have such an effect on me. I rocked my hips faster and threw me head back. Luke’s lips showering my neck with more kisses. My skin probably tainted with a hundred love bites, by now.

“I’m so, fuck!” I moaned loudly. I was falling apart, sweat beginning to bead down the valley of my breast. Calum’s disarrayed reaction coming into my side vision. I locked eyes with him on purpose. Sensually repeating Luke’s name as I bit into his shoulder. He hugged me close, a messy heap of my juices left upon his thigh.

“Fucking tease!” Calum sighed. Trying to keep his head from shifting backwards. I felt a familiar flutter in the pit of my stomach. Riding him faster. Squeezing my eyes closed as I released on him. I remained still for a second. Recovering from my orgasm, I felt a pair of hands lift me up. Ashton roughly pressing me to his front.

“All fours.” “But Ash-” “Now.” Leaving a sloppy kiss upon my neck. I weakly nodded. My legs buckling for strength. I’d never pushed myself this much before. My energy decreasing into sharp breaths. Ashton used a hand to rest against the back of my neck. Running it down my spine, to watch me stretch forward. My bum on full display.

“Boys I think we should all get in on this one. Calum? You like a little Doggy-missionary action don’t ya?” Ashton talked in a playful tone. Auctioning me off to get back at me, for all the teasing I’d committed. The moment I called him Daddy, something sparked inside of him. His faint smirk and hooded eyes gazing at me.

“I do, Ashton. I think she’ll be in for a treat.” Calum smirked. “Go easy on me daddy.” I halfheartedly told Ashton. Sending him a naughty wink before going down on Calum. His length a lot longer than I thought. I licked up and down his shaft, pumping him as he hardened even more. Pre-cum exiting his throbbing tip.

Ashton smacked and kneaded my bum. He didn’t give me time to adjust, taking off in a sinful rhythm that caused the headboard to hit the wall. Calum moaning when I admitted a throaty groan against him. I bobbed my head up and down. Barely noticing Michael getting involved, as he pulled my head up by my hair.

Capturing my mouth in a sloppy make-out session. I pulled away from Michael, going back down to suck Calum faster. He was a moaning mess of utter disbelief. Michael standing close by as I out reached a hand, to accompany his needs.

“Y/N! Shit, keep going. Don’t stop. Make daddy moan baby.” Ashton pushed my head down. I gagged slightly. Moaning as I innocently batted my eyelashes. Calum’s mouth widened in praise. His eyes fluttering shut as he gripped the sheets. Twitching against the back of my throat as I moved faster.

My hand producing a pornographic, wet sound as I gave Michael a hand job. His climax expanding all over the palm of my hand. “Dammit Ashton.” I stopped to catch my breath. The impact of his hips meeting my skin, making me jerk forward as he sped up the pace. Each thrust harder than the last.

“Shit Y/N, you’re such a naughty girl.” Calum growled. Placing a hand over my head and releasing into my mouth. I closed my eyes and sighed, retrieving my hand from Michael, to pump the rest of Calum’s shaft. Kindly easing his orgasm as his chest rose and fell. Luke’s gaze landing on me as you did the same for Michael.

Weakly falling apart as I sat up a little. Using my hand to reach out and grab Ashton by his back. He hugged me closer and went deeper. The new position allowing all of the boys the perfect view; Ashton gripping my breast. “You wanna call me daddy? Go ahead princess. Scream.” Ashton challenged. Pounding in slower but with heavy force. Knocking the wind out of you as you tossed your head back. Feeling his lips drop to your neck.

“A-ash…daddy!” My voice cracked. My hair fanning over my face as my vision became clouded with lust. But after everything I’d just done- now wasn’t the time to become all shy. I was way past that point. Ashton swore out loud, capturing my head from falling backwards. Forcing me to look up at the ceiling, his arm wrapping around to expertly place me in a choke hold.

All of my teasing not going un-noticed. Ashton making me pay for it as the both of us neared our highs. Every time I’d strain to unravel against him, he’d pull out and push right back in. The radiating sensation making my knees buckle. Luke lowered his head mischievously, eye level with the sensitive nub of nerves.

He tapped my clit with his thumb, watching me moan and squirm. His nails gripping my skin as I slurred out a curse word. Luke hastily moving his hand in circles- sending me over the edge. The rise of my next orgasm was enough to make me scream out-all of the boys groaning in unison. Watching me pant as I whimpered in sync with Ashton’s prize running down your leg. He eventually pulled out, holding on to my waist as I sighed deeply.

“Holy fuck. That was sexy.” Calum laughed. His throaty chuckle making me giggle. I could feel my face heating up, the room still clouded by lust. I carefully fell back against the mattress. Ashton’s Egyptian-cotton sheets now marked by your territory. I looked over at Luke, he was licking his lips and thumb. Lazily resting beside me.

“Well, this is something I’ll always remember.” I said. “I think we all will baby.” Ashton said.

Considering I don’t make graphics, gifs, edits, or any technical contribution to the snk fandom at all, just weird captions with the perfect accompanying screenshot…

I’m uselessly happy to be in trending tags all four weeks the show has been back on.

supernatural s1ep17 sentence starters

  • “ come on, man, is it much further? i’m cold.”
  • “ how did you find this place anyway?”
  • “ oh, i am so not going in there.”
  • “ we came all the way out here, might as well check it out.”
  • “ let’s just hurry this up and get back to the car, alright?”
  • “ want me to hold your hand?”
  • “ ew. shut up, you loser!”
  • “ ooh, look, it’s the evil root cellar. where satan cans all his vegetables.”
  • “ get your candy-ass down here and see for yourself.”
  • “ i don’t see anything scary. do you?”
  • “ what? what is it?”
  • “ ha-ha. very funny.”
  • “ not a lot of scenery here. kind of gotta make your own.”
  • “ we’re not kids anymore.”
  • “ we’re not gonna start that crap up again.”
  • “ that prank stuff. it’s stupid and it always escalates.”
  • “ what’s the matter? you afraid you’re gonna get a little nair in your shampoo again, huh?”
  • “ all right. just remember you started it.”
  • “ most of those websites wouldn’t know a ghost if it bit them in the persqueeter.”
  • “ there’s no harm checking this thing out.”
  • “ it was the scariest thing i saw in my whole life, i swear to god.”
  • “ i think it was blood.”
  • “ i had my eyes closed the whole time.”
  • “ rumor has it you might know about one.”
  • “ i didn’t think there was anything to the story.”
  • “ i don’t know what the hell to think, man…”
  • “ this was not a prank. i swear to god, i don’t wanna go anywhere near that house ever again.”
  • “ that’s exactly why you never get laid.”
  • “ hey, what about this one? you seen this one before?”
  • “ what are you doing here?”
  • “ what the hell are YOU doing here?”
  • “ i belong here. i’m a professional.”
  • “ oh, you gotta be kidding me.”
  • “ and i know who you are too… an amateur.”
  • “ so if you don’t mind. i’m trying to conduct a serious, scientific investigation here.”
  • “ huh. so, have you ever really seen a ghost before, or…?”
  • “ dude, come on, man. we did our digging. this one’s a bust.”
  • “ i say we find ourselves a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals.”
  • “ that’s all you got? it’s weak. that is bush league.”
  • “ why do i have to go in there?”
  • “ i’ll take the homicidal ghost, thanks.”
  • “ would you ever take that dare?”
  • “ hello? is anybody there?”
  • “ i think maybe we missed something.”
  • “ i don’t believe it.”
  • “ i got an idea.”
  • “ who you gonna call?”
  • “ come on, we don’t have much time.”
  • “ i dare you to take a swig of this.”
  • “ what the hell would i do that for?”
  • “ i double dare you.”
  • “ i hate rats.”
  • “ you rather it was a ghost?”
  • “ what the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?”
  • “ maybe we should just go.”
  • “ sweet lord of the rings…”
  • “ it’s bugging the hell outta me.”
  • “ this whole damn job’s bugging me.”
  • “ that explains why it went after you, but why me?”
  • “ i thought it was funny at first, but… now that girl/guy is dead.”
  • “ it was just a joke. you know, i mean - none of it was real. we made the whole thing up. i swear.”
  • “ hey, where were you?”
  • “ hey, why don’t you get dressed? i wanna go grab something to eat.”
  • “ dude, what’s your problem?”
  • “ people believe in santa claus. how come i’m not getting hooked up every christmas?”
  • “ because you’re a bad person.”
  • “ how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?”
  • “ man, i think i’m allergic to our soap or something.”
  • “ you did this? you’re a frigging jerk.”
  • “ no, no, no. NO, forget it. forget it! i’m not going back in there again.”
  • “ i know, but i’ve never actually seen a real ghost before. like, a real ghost! like, an apparition!”
  • “W.W.B.D. what would buffy do? huh?”
  • “ oh, look at that. action figures in their original packaging. what a shock.”
  • “ why should i trust you?”
  • “ well, i have an obligation to kick your little ass right now.”
  • “ slow your roll, buddy. they’re gonna know we’re excited.”
  • “ if you pull that string one more time, i’m gonna kill you.”
  • “ come on, man. you need more laughter in your life.”
  • “ you know, you’re way too tense.”
  • “ you didn’t.”
  • “ i barely have any skin left on my palm.”
  • “ what the hell are you trying to do? get yourself killed?”
  • “ so these - these guns don’t work?”
  • “ come and get it you ugly son of a bitch.”
  • “ that’s your solution? burn the whole damn place to the ground?”
  • “ it’s fast and dirty, but it works.”
  • “ little lingo for ya.”
  • “ anywho, excuse me. i’m off to la-la-land.”
  • “ well, congratulations, that sounds really great.”
  • “ oh, yeah, luck, it’s got nothing to do with it. it’s about talent. you know, sheer, unabashed talent.”
  • “ i’m the one who put a dead fish in their backseat.”
  • “ truce?”
  • “ yeah, truce. at least for the next hundred miles.”
TMNT x Reader

Imagine having a bad day and your favorite turtle comforting you. Each turtle has his own way of comforting his S.O. but each is just as sweet.

Leonardo knows that he can’t always change the world. He can fight an alien invasion and stop crazed scientist from taking over the world but he can’t fight the little things.
He tries though.
He makes you tea, just the way you like it, and stays with you. He mediates as you read, sipping on your tea. Opening his eyes, he looks at you, smiling softly.
“What are you reading?”
“The Princess Saves Herself in This One. It’ s a poetry collection.”
He climbs into bed with you, pulling you close to him.
Sometimes, it not saying or doing anything grand. Sometimes, it’s just doing something small. Like making a cup of tea and holding someone you love and assuring them that it’s okay to be sad. And that you’ll be right there when it’s over.

Raphael understands that, when you’re having a bad day, you might feel like you need to get away from it all.
He knows that he often does.
So he sneaks out and takes you on a midnight bike ride, out of the city. He drives until it’s quiet and there’s not a single soul around. He tosses a blanket onto the grass and you both lay down, staring up at the sky. And you rant.
You rant on and on until there is nothing more to say except for thank you.
“You always seem to figure me out, Raph. You know just what I need.”
“I’d do anything for ya, tiger.”
And he would too. He most definitely would.

Donatello can be a bit awkward when it comes to emotions but he’s not completely hopeless.
He know what you like and don’t like and he knows what comforts you, even on the worst of days. After all, he is your beloved boyfriend.
“Welcome home, Y/N.”
He has strung fairy lights all around, neon purple filling the room. A playlist of all your favorite songs is playing softly and best of all: him. He’s locked up his lab for the night (and gave Leo the key) and is prepared to do whatever you want.
“Can we just cuddle?” you ask.
“Of course we can, darling. Whatever you want.”
Donatello can sometimes space out and, yeah, he doesn’t always make the right move. But he has his moments and they are amazing.

Michelangelo goes all out.
He wishes He could make the world perfect and wonderful and full of only good people, just for you. But he knows that can never happen (a turtle can dream though, right?) So he makes up for it.
He has pizza, popcorn, and ice cream (your three comfort foods). He has your favorite movies and the biggest blanket fort in the entire city, built by yours truly.
“Just tell me what you need, babydoll, anything!”
“Disney movies and cuddling?” you ask.
“And as many kisses as my lady desires. We got Beauty and the Beast, the Little Mermaid…”
He continues to list the movies and you can’t help but smile. All of these things are totally awesome but in the end…you’re happiest that you have your favorite ninja with you.

Thats Right, I Love Her (Remus Lupin x Reader)

Request: could I maybe get a Remus x reader where they are caught making out by the marauders and Remus is so awkward and embarrassed and the marauders are teasing him n stuff? lyl xxx

(Lol, I took this request way, way farther than I originally intended. Oh well, I hope you like it! And I stole a couple lines from Friends, oops😁)

Your day was awful.

To put it bluntly it was completely dreadful.

First off you woke up late, you hate waking up late as someone who usually wakes early so you don’t have to rush. You had tore out of your bed, slapped makeup on your face and pulled you uniform on, completely forgetting you have hair until you got to the common room.

You pulled it hastily back with a red ribbon you thankfully had stored in your robe pocket.

Right as you plopped down next to your best friend, Lily Evans, breakfast disappeared. You groaned and laid your head on the table.

Seconds later Lily tapped you on the shoulder

“(Y/N), we have to go, we’ll be late for class”

You groaned loudly and stood, following Lily’s red mane.

Your breath hitched as you felt someone’s hand slip into yours, and pull you into a deserted corridor. You turned to see Remus’s sweet smile, he slowly brought an apple up to your nose, wiggling his nicely groomed eyebrows at you.

He softly whispered in your ear

“If you agree meet me in the astronomy tower at 7:00 tonight, I might let you have this.”

You went to grab it, he raised it quickly, cocking his head with a cheeky smirk. You two had been seeing each other in secret for about four or five months.

Why you didn’t tell the others, you weren’t quite sure. Maybe the endless harassment and meddling of Sirius and James, maybe just not wanting to fully commit.

Anyway, there was a kind of high every time you threw each other looks in class, or held hands under the table, or some nights you would even sneak in his bed for some cuddles the slip back out before the boys woke.

You narrowed your eyes at his and sauntered forward, pressing your body to his firm chest. You saw his smirk fade, his pupils dilating, staring into your eyes.

You brought you hands up to his chest and slid them up to his shoulders, slowly bringing your lips to his. His eyes flicked closed causing you to quickly grab the apple from his loose grip. You turned and started walking to class, taking a bite.


You heard him exclaim. You spun, throwing a wink at him as you chewed your long awaited breakfast. This has been the only good thing that happened in your day.

You walked into class, realizing it had already started and all the Gryffindors and Slytherins who shared the class were staring at you, including Professor Slughorn.

“10 points from Gryffindor for tardiness. And another 5 for eating in my classroom, throw that in the bin”

You looked longingly down at the apple you’d only taken one bite of, sighed and tossed it in the bin. You sat in your seat, next to Lily. She looked annoyed at you.

“What are you so mad about”

She rolled her eyes dramatically at you

“I said we were going to be late for class, where did you go off to?” She whispered as Slughorn continued his lecture.

“I grabbed an apple from the kitchen real quick, we were passing it anyway and I was hungry… am hungry, I only got one bite”

“serves you right, sneaking into the kitchens and being late for class”

You took a deep breath and just tried to focus on your notes, kind of hard to do when your glasses are on your nightstand.

Realizing this you laid your head on the desk, sighing pitifully.

Your classes dragged on endlessly. You felt sick after stuffing your face at lunch due to your grumbling stomach and ended up having to re-take a quiz your forgot about during dinner.

You fell flat on your bed, letting out a scream into your pillow. You looked down at your watch, 6:50. You longed to curl into your bed and sleep the horrible day away, but maybe seeing Remus is what you needed.

You jogged up the astronomy tower stairs, smiling widely as you spotted the handsome boy.

“About time!” He said in mock disdain “You’re 3 minutes late!”

He smirked sillily at you as you shuffled over and brought him into a tight hug. He seemed surprised for a moment, but then brought his strong arms tight around you.

“I had a bad day” You stated bluntly.

“I’m sorry love, do you want to talk about it?” He murmured into your hair.

“No, just make me feel better”

He let out a chuckle.

“How am I supposed to do that without talk- ohhhhhh”

Realizing what you meant, his cheeks became pink. He then flashed a quick smile and dipped down to press a kiss on your lips.

You breathed in deeply through your nose, smelling his sweet cologne you recognized from the many sweaters of his you borrowed.

He had his arms tight around you, and has you pulled flush to his chest. He deepened the kiss, turning his head more dramatically.

You loved the feeling of his freckled round nose brushing against your cheek. You ran your fingers through his curly locks, causing him to moan.

He ran his tongue smoothly across your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You opened slightly and Remus took action. He pulled away, gasping for air, you followed suit.

Still only inches from your face. You loved it when Remus got like this.

“Jump” He commanded.

You slammed your lips against his once again and brought your legs up around his waist. He had his hands firmly on your bum, pressing your back against the wall. Neither of your noticed the two pairs of mischievous eyes peeking through the ajar door.

Remus brought his fingers to the hem of your shirt, about to lift it over your head.

“I knew it!”

You and Remus’s eyes flew open looking over at the door to seeing a disappointed looking James slapping a sickle into Sirius’s palm.

You looked at Remus and you jumped quickly away from each other as if they might not have seen you.

“Wow, you know. I didn’t think you had it in you, Moony” James grinned, sauntering over to you.

“It’s nothing, guys” Remus mumbled, looking at the floor.

Sirius and James turned to you, you raised you eyebrows and shrugged unconvincingly.

“It’s nothing” you repeated.

“Oh, nothing is it?” Sirius asked, raising an eyebrow at Remus.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I asked (Y/N) to get drinks with we at the three broomsticks?”

Remus’s eyes widened, his mouth gaping “uh, no… I, uh d-don’t care” His cheeks were burning.

Sirius scoffed, turning back to you “Okay, what da ya say (Y/N)? Hogsmeade, this weekend?” As he threw a wink.

“I mean you’re not seeing anyone and you two get a long well, why not go?” James added.

You thought for a moment, not knowing what to do “Well, I-”

“No, no, no, no, not okay!” Remus bursted suddenly, Sirius and James turned back to him, surprised.

“I-I’m not okay with that!”

“And why not?” James asked knowingly.

“I’m in love with (Y/N)!”

The room froze.

“Y-you what?” James asked, shocked.

“Love her! That’s right I love her, I LOVE HER! I love her. I love you, (Y/N)” Remus exclaimed rushing over to you.

You looked into his eyes that were blazing with passion.

“I love you too, Remus”

“I-I just thought you two were shagging, I didn’t know you were in love!” Sirius said, looking incredulously at them.

“Now get out of here!” You shoved James lightly, he let out a laugh and pulled Sirius with him out the door. Before it shut they stuck they’re heads back in.

“Ee-er, ee-er, ee-r!”

They loudly imitated bed springs, wiggling they’re eyebrows.

“Out!” You yelled, stomping over and slamming the door hearing identical “OW!” on the other side.

You turned back to Remus dramatically “Where were we?” with a wink.

“Stop that!” He chucked “They’re rubbing off on you!”

You covered your mouth with mock concern, not being able to stifle a laugh. Remus walked close to you, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

You smirked and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck.

“Kiss me” You murmured

“No problem, love”

sonhoedesrazao  asked:

OOOH JIMON: "Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?" (make it a love declaration scene and i'll love you forever)


Simon is gonna be late to class, he just knows it. Three months being exclusively nocturnal have really ruined him for normal things like timetables, public transportation and traffic. He gets off on the next station and decides to walk the rest of the way.

Still. Despite his racing thoughts and irrational fear that his professor will hate him forever for being a few minutes late, he’s excited. He’s going back to school! He’ll take classes again and be bored beyond relief over static lectures and be looked down upon by much cooler classmates. Things will go back to something resembling normal.

Simon checks his phone again. Twelve minutes until his class begins. He could use his vampire speed, but the streets are busy and swarming with people. That’d be a little hard to explain. He takes a deep breath and takes wider steps.

Someone bumps into him. 

“You’ve been avoiding me.” 

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