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Five Months

Description: You run into your ex-boyfriend while at a party with your current one and during the encounter are reminded of all the ways he still controls you.  You aren’t entirely surprised to find yourself on your knees in the bathroom with him in front of you minutes later.

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 12097

Warning: Dom!Namjoon, spanking, breath play, daddy kink, demeaning names, punishment, cheating, bathroom sex

A/N: @avveh prepare to die.  I think I listened to The Weeknd the entire time I wrote this haha.  Some of the songs were played over 100 times just during the time I wrote this, particularly “Shameless”, “Earned It”, and “Often”.  

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How are all the Sanders Sides just so attractive? Like damn.

*Slow realisation*

*eyes widen*

*mouth lays ajar*

*gasp*


It’s because Thomas is so attractive!!! He’s the pinacle of male beauty no wonder the Sides are always so beautiful.

anonymous asked:

Okay but now i'm really gonna need the story of you summoning, meeting and befriending Satan when you reach the optimal follower count. Pretty please with Jenny on top!?!?

IT’S TIME (I’ve literally been waiting for this moment for a week)


The coffee shop is nearly empty, patrons heading home to dinner and family and sleep. The parking lot outside is quiet and dark, cars silently gliding towards the road, sweeping their headlights briefly over the store front before sliding away. The baristas are more often in the break room than behind the counter, scheduling next week’s shifts and discussing how exactly they’re going to distribute the closing tasks today. They know that the customers who are left are fine, fresh refills in their cups and the knowledge that another is but a holler away.

The author has been observing the slow trickle of people for a while now, casually flipping between the novel she’s supposed to be writing, a bullet point list of interesting facial features, and a crockpot recipe she’s trying to convince herself she really wants to try.

(She does not know why she think she should enjoy crockpot shepherd’s pie. She just knows that she should enjoy it.)

She is one of three customers left in the store. There is a man she’s affectionately named “The Wizard” for his tendency to drape his coat over his shoulders like a cape. He is huddled over his tablet and might be near tears as he scribbles something out. The other customer is a woman the author knows quite well, but will not acknowledge. It is not because of her needle-like teeth or the script written carefully across her shirt or even because of the off-putting cackle the woman seems fond of.

It is because there is some trouble the author knows she should not engage.

So she ignores the woman-who-will-not-be-named and focuses on her computer.

It’s as she’s typing out “charming slouch, neck extended, a home out of his spine” and “add twice amount of onion” that she gets the notification.

The notification.

“Oh fuck,” says the author. She has not prepared for this at all. (This is pretending that she would have prepared for it with prior warning.)

(She would not have.)

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S3 to S4 - Livingroom Meridea

Update 13.06.2017

- fixed the Chair

- correct medium mesh for the Curtain

Please redownload!


- Fehler am Stuhl korrigiert

- korrekten Medium-Mesh für den Vorhang eingefügt

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Livingroom Meridea konvertiert aus Sims 3 - Original Meshes by BuffSumm @ TSR - ganz, ganz lieben Dank für deine Erlaubnis liebe Buffy :) Das Set für Sims 3 gibt es HIER

Ich habe nicht alle Teile des Sets konvertiert, aber einen Großteil. Die Original-Texturen habe ich auch nicht übernommen, ich habe etwas mit einer Farbpalette von @eversims rumprobiert und mich dann dafür entschieden.

Alle Objekte haben je 20 Optionen, Farb-Swatches, ein Custom Thumbnail und sind Grundspieltauglich.

Diese Objekte sind im Set enthalten:

  • Sofa
  • Sessel
  • Kaffee Tisch
  • Beistelltisch
  • Staffelei
  • Barhocker
  • Kekse
  • Teetasse
  • Teekanne
  • Pflanze
  • Kaktus
  • Fischgräte
  • Vorhang
  • Rollos
  • Bücherregal

Credits: @eversimsBuffSumm @ TSR 

Ich hoffe es gefällt euch! Falls Fehler auftreten gebt mir Bitte bescheid!

Oh, eine kleine Anmerkung noch: beim Sofa und beim Sessel kann es sein, dass Toddler ein kleines bisschen in die Polster sinken. Ich habe versucht es so gut wie möglich zu machen, leider habe ich es nicht anders hinbekommen. Hoffe das ist Okay für euch!



Livingroom Meridea converted from Sims 3 - Original Meshes by BuffSumm @ TSR - a big thank you for your permission dear Buffy :) The set for Sims 3 is available HERE

I have not converted all parts of the set, but a lot. The original textures I have not used, I tried a bit with color palette of @eversims and then i decided to use the colors.

All objects have 20 options, color swatches, a custom thumbnail and you need only the basegame.

These objects are included in the set:

  • loveseat
  • armchair
  • Coffee table
  • Side table
  • easel
  • Bar stool
  • Cookies
  • tea cup 
  • teapot
  • plant
  • cactus
  • fish bone
  • curtain
  • blinds
  • bookshelf

Credits: @eversims &  BuffSumm @ TSR 

I hope you enjoy it! If errors occur please give me modest!

Oh, a little note: on the sofa and the armchair Toddler may sink a little bit in the pad (don’t know if this word is correct? ^^). I tried to make it as good as possible. Hope this is okay for you!


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Sherlock: Do you remember me, Sean?

Suspect: The museum man, the one who’s so smart.

Sherlock: Yeah, I’m pretty smart.

Attorney: [sarcastically] And very modest.

Lestrade: Oh, believe me, he is being modest.

Babygirl Be Quiet - G.D

WARNING: SMUT AND IT’S MY FIRST TIME SO DON’T EXPECT MUCH

@ogocfanfic @lashton-is-a-penguin I did the thing

 “Grayson babe, does this look okay?” You squirm in your red dress as you twirl around in a circle for him. It was your first time meeting Grayson’s parents and you wanted to look like the perfect girlfriend and the perfect lady, but you couldn’t help but feel unsettled and extremely nervous.
“Babe, you look amazing in whatever you wear” Grayson smirked as he stood up from the foot of your bed and clutched your waist hungrily, kissing the sweet spot on your collarbone that without a doubt always manages to turn you on. 



“Gray, not now!” you moan as you push him away from you slightly. He stuck his bottom lip out in a puppy-dog-like pout, and groaned as he flopped back down onto the bed in frustration.
“Oh don’t throw a tantrum you two-year-old” you laugh as you face the mirror, brushing your dress down to flatten out the creases, checking to make sure you looked presentable.
“You know that you in a red dress drives me crazy” he groans as he sits up right, dragging his face down with his hands as he stares at every inch of your body, taking in all your curves.
“Well you sir are just going to have to wait until we get back home now aren’t you” you wink as you turn to grab your purse and walk out of the door.

~ ~ ~ ~

“So, tell me more about yourself Y/N” Grayson’s father smiles kindly as he passes the mashed potatoe around the table.
“There’s not really a lot to say sir” you blush as you look down at your plate of food nervously. Grayson’s fingers interlace yours underneath the table, as he squeezes your hand reassuringly.
“Oh don’t be so modest!” he chuckles deeply.
“Well, I quiet love travelling and music. I think that a good book is better than any rowdy party these days” you laugh quietly, more so to yourself then to anyone else. Grayson coughed ‘bullshit’ under his breath, just quiet enough for the two of you to hear, as you slap him quietly on the leg underneath the table. He shot you a dangerous look as his hand slid to the inside of your thigh and gripped it tightly, slowly inching closer and closer to your core. You gripped his hand and shoved it down towards your knee and shot him a warning glance, which of course he ignored.
“It’s refreshing to meet an old soul. Most of the girls Ethan brings home barely know what a book is” their father chuckled as Ethan groaned and threw his head back in annoyance. You all continued to eat dinner with various questions asked and small talk conversed.
“Would you like some help cleaning up” you smile brightly as you stacked the plates and followed Grayson’s mother into the kitchen.
“Oh no dear, why don’t you go watch tv with the boys or something!” she smiled brightly as she took the plates from her hands. You were about to argue her on the matter but Grayson walked in and grabbed your arm tightly and dragged you away.
“Have fun kids!” She shouted after you.
“Oh yeah we will” Grayson mumbled under his breath as he ran up the stairs with you.
“What’s the rush for?” You giggle as he shuts the door behind the two of you, pushing you up against it.
“Grayson, your family is literally down stairs” you whisper as he attacks your neck with his soft lips, sucking lightly at the already tender skin.
“Then you’ll have to be quiet” he grunts desperately as he lifts your waist and pushes you up against the hard, cold surface, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. 

One of his hands clutches your ass as the other slides it’s way to the neckline of your dress, ripping it down as Grayson bites softly on the now exposed skin. You let out a soft moan which causes him to halt all of his actions.

“What did I say about being quiet!” he uttered as he picked you up and threw you harshly onto his bed. You back up until your back hits the headrest, sliding your dress over your head as you reach for Grayson’s shirt, throwing it to the side. He doesn’t waste any time as he connects his lips with yours, biting down on your lower lip as you refrain from moaning in pleasure. You palm him through his jeans as he bites down on your shoulder to stop himself from making any sounds which causes you to gasp in shock. 

You fumble with the button of his jeans as you use your feet to slide his pants off, as his finger hooks under the waist band of your lace lingerie that you had worn especially for him.
“These, need to go now” he instructs as he rips them off.
“Seriously, another pair” you sigh, silently mourning one of the many expensive lingerie underwear that had been lost in the war of Grayson and his urges.
“You won’t be needing them again” he snaps as he kisses a line down your stomach, centering himself directly at your core. You look down at him in eagerness as he spreads your legs harshly with his hands, kissing the inside of your thighs teasingly.
“Grayson please” you whisper, the frustration building up like a fire in the pit of your stomach. Without another word he slips his fingers into your center, pumping it slowly as he curls his fingers up to meet your g-stop, as you grab his pillow and bite into it hard. He replaces his fingers with his mouth as he slowly licks your heat before he begins to suck harshly on your clit. You grab a fistful of his hair as he continues to make you melt, the feeling in your stomach growing and growing with intensity.
“Cum for me baby” he moans against you as you take a sharp intake of air, slowly feeling yourself come undone to him. He licks the last of you away from his lips, as he grabs the pillow away from your hold, kissing you desperately as you taste yourself in his mouth. You flip the two of you over as you straddle his waist, grinding up against him as he grows harder and harder beneath you.
“The bed will creak” he murmurs as he picks you up and places you on the ground questionably, slowly walking you back until you hit a wall. He slides his underwear off and picks you up with ease, as you grip onto his shoulders for support as he lines himself up and plunges into you with such force you bite down onto his shoulder to stop your screams.
“That’s it baby girl, just be quiet” he groans as he slams in and out of you, harder than he ever has before. You drag your nails along his back in anger and pleasure, as he kisses your collar bones as he continues to thrust harder and deeper into you, slowly becoming sloppier and sloppier. 

You feel the tension in your stomach again for the second time as the ecstasy makes you see stars.
“I’m so close babe” you whisper, struggling to keep yourself up right as you become weak. He grips onto your waist harshly as his other hand finds your clit as he makes circles desperately, the two of your movements becoming sloppier by the second. You feel him release in side of you as the hot liquid fills your senses, and soon enough as he rides out his high you to come undone for the second time, the intensity of it almost making you faint. You fall to the ground weakly as he holds you up, kissing your forehead soothingly. He places you down on the bed softly as he gathers your clothes and helps you put them back on, dressing himself as well.
“Let’s get back downstairs hey”.

anonymous asked:

Okay picture this; Phoenix looking for a ring to use to propose to Maya with but being too picky and indecisive about what to pick for her and Trucy ends up being forced to help him.

He has so many thoughts in his head:
“I want to get her the most amazing looking ring, but she wouldn’t like too gaudy but if I get too plain she’ll hate that too rip”
“OH but this one is pretty yet modest oh look I would have to sell my legs for that one”
First time in years he starts crying in defeat and Trucy just finds him OTL on the floor
Pearls and Trucy join forces to help their stupid Dad find a perfect ring for their picky Mom

Bestfriend Benefits

Word Count: 1.6K
Warnings: crude language, sexual implications, warren making daddy jokes haha
A/N : Fake Relationship AU with Warren Also idk how I feel about this so plz send feedback


Warren turned on his heels about ready to bolt straight out the door when he felt your hand trailing up his bicep, cupping his shoulder and spinning him to face you. He blinked, too shocked to move and too slow to escape,


“Warren pleaseeeeeeeeee” You begged your e/c eyes pleading with his gorgeous blue eyes. He nearly let out a whine as he starred down at you; batting your lashes at him your lips puckered in a pretty pout.


“please angel, for me…” You smirked as you watched his cheeks grow pink at the childhood nickname.


He coughed awkwardly before puffing out his chest and rolling his eyes again, “Y/N I don’t understand why this is so important to you! Just go out and find a real boyfriend, it really shouldn’t be that hard for you I could think of like at least 5 guys just off the top of my head who would-”


“No Warren! it has to be you! You are Scott’s roommate and he absolutely despises your influence on me!”


“What kind of influence? What do I do to you, baby?” He winked leaning closer as his eyes trailed over your body.

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Sequel to this post (X)

Hunter

There are worse things than being on his side of the mirror. Death usually ends up being on that list because regardless of how much Anti wants to stop he doesn’t want to be gone forever just yet. Sean more often than not ends up on the list as well. Not for any reason in particular other than he exists.

Without him, Anti might not have be on the other side of the mirror, living in the hellscape he calls home. He does blame Sean sometimes for bringing him into existence, though he knows it’s not entirely his fault. He does have to give him credit though for the followers he’s gained. Their love for Sean has only made Anti stronger.

He’s still unsure where Wilford goes on the list.

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my experience so far in BoTW Master Mode:
“Anything and Everything can and will kill me”
“Fuck sidon i’m getting the master sword first so i can kick that lynel’s ass so i can get the phantom armor.”
“WHATTHEFUkC”
“That one bokoblin killed me at least 5 times in a row”
“I can’t even do shrines anymore without getting killed 700+ times by a fukcing guardian scout.”
“OH NO NOT A MODEST TEST OF STRENGTH”
“I bet revali is laughing his ass off as i get my ass handed to me as the other champions just staring at me and my failure and silently ghost judging me.”
“Revali and Mipha are probably the most useful champs at this very moment.”
“I CAN’T EVEN KILL A GUARDIAN SCOUT WITH IT’S OWN LAZ E r BE A M.”
“MAJORA YOU HAVE BETRAYEd mE.”
“I am not beating any divine beasts or the blue lynel in the Colosseum will transform into satan.”

Leon Draisaitl #1

So I wrote this little thing a bit ago during some boring night with my baby Leon on my mind. It was 100% inspired by this prompt list , and I wouldn’t mind any requests either from that list or anything in general involving the NHL and the dreamy players. Hope y’all enjoy!! 

Word Count: 1,066

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. The faint sound became louder as you heavy eyes squinted open. You caught sight of the screen and saw Leon’s name across the top. You hummed and slide your finger across the screen, bringing the phone to your ear but not moving another inch. You were way too comfy to ruin whatever position you had on the couch.

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Incentive

A/N: So I decided to kill two birds with one stone and fill two prompts with one fic. A lot of you wanted to see Carlisle at work, doing his doctor thing, so I tried to show that with this fic. Also, sorry for the lack of writing. My job requires me to work Monday-Friday, so I’m still trying to find a way to work out the things I like to do around my schedule. I promise I’m going to try harder to keep posting, I just get really tired and need to lay off sometimes, y’know? Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!

Prompts:

Anonymous said: Carlisle’s mate getting hurt, and he has to treat her in the hospital

and

jessicanjpa said: I would like to see anything with Carlisle at work in the hospital. Maybe something where his centuries of experience comes in handy saving a patient, or maybe his vampires speed/senses? (WC: 1,061 words)

Warnings: Mentions of attempted suicide, mentions of blood

“So, Dr. Cullen,” one of the bedside nurses, Janice, twirled a strand of her curly, orange hair between her fingers. “That was really sweet, what you did for that little boy who got a tonsillectomy.”

Carlisle looked up from his clipboard, smiling politely under the kittenish gaze of the nurse. “That’s very kind of you to say, but it was nothing really.”

“Oh, don’t be so modest,” she playfully slapped his arm, her hand lingering a little longer than Carlisle would prefer. “You didn’t need to buy that boy a toy, but you did anyway. That isn’t nothing.”

Carlisle bowed his head humbly, partly out of bashfulness, but more so to evade the uncomfortable flirtatious eyes that were raking his frame. “Well, we all knew he wasn’t going to eat any food unless we gave him something to make it worth his while. Sometimes we just need an incentive to keep us going.”

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Valkyrie Part 18: Alone

A/N: You can find all the other parts to this series here. If you have any suggestions for the story or want to read a specific scene etc, please let me know. :)

Plot Summary: Y/N wakes up only to realize that she is caught in a hopeless situation. Hearing about the siren’s plans only strengthens that impression. In the meantime Stiles freaks out because of her absence and Lydia makes a grave revelation. 

Pairing: Reader x Stiles

Warnings: Kidnapping

Persons involved: Reader, Stiles, Scott, Lydia, the siren

When you wake up, it’s cold. You inhale the icy air, regretting it immediately because even the effort to breathe makes your head ache. Your fingers brush over hard underground while you slowly come back to your senses. Something happened. Something pretty horrible. You start to remember. You were on your way to Stiles but you never reached him.

You open your eyes as your heart cramps up at the thought and stare at a dusty, grey, cracking ceiling. You feel pain in your whole body but your head is worst. Scared of what you’ll find, you raise your fingers and touch your forehead. Something sticky meets your fingertips and as you look at them, you discover exactly what you expected: blood. Fresh blood, which pretty much is proof that you’re still bleeding.

A wave of panic washes over you. For a while you’re simply lying there, trying to calm your breathing. It doesn’t work at all, so you just give up and get on your knees, groaning from the pain, before you slowly stand up. You are sure that any quick movements would make your head all dizzy. You push out the air and have a look around that is not very helpful. The room you’re in is pretty big but empty, dark, cold and damp. There is only one small window high above you and impossible to reach and an iron door in front of you that looks quite thick.

At the sight of the door you lose all your calm and run at it, push yourself against it but of course it’s locked and doesn’t move an inch. She kidnapped you, threw you into this hole without water, food or medicine and you can only imagine what she is planning to do with you. The pictures you come up with are not pretty. You thought you were relatively safe after you finally captured Theo. Now you realize what a big mistake that was.

Anger cooks up inside of you, replacing the panic for now. That siren makes you sick. You clench your fists and hammer against the door, over and over again, screaming for her and telling her to show the hell up. “Or do you want to hide until I’m dead, just like the coward you are? Just like the coward who knocks out someone from behind? Just like the coward who sends Theo to do the dirty work? God you are so pathetic!”

You are panting, taking a step back, trying to get a clear head while your blood is still boiling. You sink onto the ground and hide your face in your hands, taking deep breaths and fighting hard against your tears. You have never been so desperate in your whole life. Especially because you are incredibly scared that you’ll never see Stiles’ face again. You can’t believe how quickly your joy changed to utter despair.

You don’t know how much time passes that you are simply sitting there, listening to your own breathing. At some point you suddenly hear a scraping noise and shoot up, staring at the door in front of you. A little square of metal is pushed aside, revealing a barred window to the world outside of this room. Your heart beats a little faster until crystal blue eyes appear in that space. You can’t see the rest of her face but even this limited view suffices to notice her arrogant and patronising expression.

“Are you done?”, she asks, her voice cold and filled with contempt. Right now she doesn’t sound soft or seducing at all, but like the ice queen she really is. “Fits of rage always bore me.”

You are quite willing to perform another one but you don’t have the strength anymore. All you master to do is stand up, walk towards the door and glare at her.

“Why did you take me?”, you ask bluntly. It’s the only question that really matters because the answer dictates what will happen to you.

Her eyes flash, revealing that she must be smiling to herself. You hadn’t believed it possible but your hatred towards her even grows.

“My dear Y/N, did you really believe that your presence in Beacon Hills is a coincidence? That it is not connected to all of this? A little bit naive, don’t you think? You are the key to my success. I thought Theo would help me get you but I guess sometimes you have to get your own hands a little dirty”, she says, as if you are having an everyday conversation. Simple smalltalk, no more no less.

“Oh don’t be so modest. Your hands are far more than a little dirty!”, you spit.

“People like you would probably think so. People who are not willing to fight for what they really want.”

“People usually don’t want other people dead! If you think that I will help you, you are very wrong! Over my dead body!”

She pushes out a humourless laugh that makes you shiver, although you try to hide it.

“Is that so? What if I’ll kill your little lover boy if you don’t help me? Or this beta that you want to protect so desperately? I am still a little pissed that I didn’t get him, but it doesn’t really matter. I made it work with weaker victims”. She dwells on it for a moment, probably knowing very well how mentioning Stiles and Liam gives you a sting. “It’s not important anyway. I don’t need your help. I just need your body and that wonderful connection you have to the world of the dead.”

You swallow hard. That can’t mean anything good. The longer this conversation lasts, the clearer it becomes that your situation is hopeless.

“Why? Why are you doing this?”, you ask.

That’s when her face changes for the first time. Even the little part that you can see suddenly resembles an angry mask, deforming her attractive features and showing her true lunacy.

“Why? Because I am fed up!”, she growls, punching against the metal of the door and startling you. “Once the supernaturals have been feared. We have been the superior race and every human dreaded us! We have been the most important parts in the most important stories, the creatures the boldest heroes of ancient Greek fought against! We ruled this world and they hid before us. And now look what has become of us! We have been reduced to myths and been forgotten. Nobody believes we are real anymore! We have to hide like outcasts although we are the strong race, the deadly race! I won’t take that any longer. I will show them how weak and insignificant they really are!”

“Fighting for your race by killing a lot of them seems a weird way to do it”, you retort gravely.

“Only the feeble ones. They have no place in my new world anyway. You should accept it, little Valkyrie. It’s over, there is nothing you can do about it.”

With that she closes the window and leaves you alone with your increasing misery.

Time passes but you can’t really measure it. You sit in the corner of the room, unable to do anything else. At some point an uneasy sleep with weird dreams overcomes you. You can’t remember what they were about but they leave you with bigger hopelessness than you felt before you fell asleep. As you open your eyes, you discover a bowl of soup and a bottle of water right next to the door. She must’ve placed it there as soon as you were unconscious.

You wish to be strong enough to resist and not even look at it. But you are feeling weak and dizzy and you are incredibly hungry and thirsty. Therefore you crawl towards the bowl and empty it in huge sips, not even minding that it’s already cold. Afterwards you lean against the wall and stare at the ceiling. Waiting. Dreading. Wanting nothing more than having Stiles at your side and to assure him that you are okay.


“Have you found something? Anything?”, Stiles inquires desperately, sprinting through the kitchen towards his best friend as Scott enters. The sorry look on his face is answer enough and Stiles heart becomes even heavier while a new pang of fear makes his whole body shudder. He stumbles backwards and grabs the counter to hold himself steady while his whole world seems to spin.

“We couldn’t find her scent”, Scott explains, more to Lydia because he knows that Stiles doesn’t really care. The only thing that matters to him is finding her or not. “And the warehouse is empty.”

“Then we have to go out there again! We have to keep searching!”, Stiles exclaims, desperately running his fingers through his hair. Lydia and Scott throw him worried looks. He looks like death. He hasn’t slept a second since the siren took Y/N, therefore he has dark circles under his eyes and his face is unnaturally pale. Also he is constantly accusing himself of what happened although the whole pack agrees that that is total nonsense.

“Stiles, we have no idea where to look anymore”, Scott answers unwillingly but calm. “We need to reconsider this whole thing, formulate a plan that will actually help her instead of running around aimlessly.”

“A plan?”, Stiles retorts incredulously. “We don’t have a plan! We have no idea what is supposed to happen tomorrow. We don’t even know if she…if she’s still alive and…”

His voice breaks right there and he sinks down onto a chair, all the tension leaving his body at the thought of that. Lydia is at his side in no time, kneeling down in front of him and taking his hand in hers. She looks at him intensely and serious.

“Stiles, I would’ve felt it! She is alive, I am sure of it”, she states, her decisive tone not allowing any doubts. “She must be part of the plan. It all makes sense, that’s why she needed Theo, although that didn’t really work out, did it? She won’t hurt her till the very end and we’ll be there to stop her. Tomorrow. At the nemeton.”

“But…we don’t know what will await us there…”, he mumbles, blinking at her, not daring to hope.

Lydia presses her lips together. “Screw that. We couldn’t find out until now and we probably won’t until tomorrow. But she is alone and we have a whole pack and still one night left. We will gear up and prepare ourselves as good as we can. And then we’ll deal with her tomorrow.”

Stiles keeps silent for a moment, desperately frowning and thinking about Lydia’s words. “That means that Y/N has to endure another night.”

“You know her. She’s strong. She can do it.”

In the end he gives her a weak nod. “Alright. Yeah, you’re right.”

“Good, then let’s start with our preparations. Can you get the others?”

Stiles nods again and heaves himself out of the chair like it’s the hardest thing to do. Without the usual spring in his steps he walks out of the room. Only after he disappeared, Lydia gets up with a deep sigh.

“That was good”, Scott praises her, walking over and putting a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

“Yeah…only that it was lie”, she says.

“What? What do you mean?”

“I got this today. Deaton emailed it to me”, she explains, fetching a piece of paper out of her pocket and handing it to Scott with an expression that doesn’t promise anything good. “He found it in Greek. The ritual that’s explained there must be ancient but it perfectly fits this situation. It even explains why she needs Y/N.”

“And why’s that? Come on, Lydia, I can’t read ancient Greek!”, Scott retorts impatiently.

“Well, first of all it says that hell can only be raised at places of direct connection to the underworld. That would be the nemeton. It also has to be at summer solstice but we already know that. What’s new is that the weaker supernaturals that are locked in there can be raised solely by the powers the siren has fetched. She only has to touch the sacred ground and they will follow her call. If she then wants to break the seal and release the most ancient and dangerous ones, the blood of the creature bound to hell and heaven alike has to soil the earth. A Valkyrie.”

Scott swallows hard, looking at her with widened eyes. “Y/N. So she really plans to kill her.”

“I think so, yes. And she won’t be alone. It will be the pack against a whole army of zombie supernaturals.”


–> Part 19

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{01.05.2014}

I personally believe Liam is very restrained during You and I cause he cried that first time and *some people* didn’t appreciate it. So he looks fidgety when they are performing this song, and tries to limit his interactions with Zayn, even looking off stage a lot of times. But Ziam themselves are clearly way more than okay, obviously :P

Sugar Update: I'm alive 💕

It had been 6 months since I quit sugaring. I had completely given that lifestyle up. I was looking forward to vanilla life with my vanilla lover. Then I had a relapse in the Centurion Lounge at MIA. I was in Insta-Baddie attire, and my winged liner was sharper than a knife. I literally walked in & immediately made a dash for drinks. I was exhausted from the previous night. (I was in Miami for a family event.) I looked around and felt out of place, it was packed with older men & women. I walked over to an empty seat Mimosa in hand, and I noticed a middle age looking gentleman (totally daddy material, who we’ll call Phoenix) staring at me from across the room. He looked at me for a good minute, and I couldn’t help but stare back at him while I occasionally took sips of my drink. Then I decided that it was too much and I started going through my phone and acting busy. The older-older gentleman who sat in the seat next to me had dispersed in a rush. [Thought to myself: oh, he must’ve been late for priority boarding.] At this point, Phoenix walks over and says “Thanks for saving me a seat.” I casually brushed it off like “haha yeah no worries”. I started trying to act super busy with my phone, but apparently I couldn’t convince him of how busy I was at the moment. So here’s how the conversation unfolded…

Him: Where you from? I need to find someone like you.
I: oh haha (I literally haha'ed I kid you not) I’m Indian, but I was raised here
Him: where are you flying?
I: Well my connection flight is to ATL, before I take another flight home
Him: I have a flight to Atlanta as well. You’re flying delta?
I: Yeah the 1 ish flight
Him: same as me… sit with me?
I: Oh haha I’m just sky priority but I’m not business or first class.
Him: I can change that.
I : [modest] Oh no, please don’t do that. I wouldn’t want you to go through that trouble for me.
Him: trust me it’s no trouble at all.

Phoenix was just about to get me into first or business next to him. I was overwhelmed over how quickly everything was moving. Soon it was time to get to the gate. Luckily, there were seats available in first class so he got me in, and he switched seats with an older lady so we could sit together. We spoke quite a lot and I was actually in the middle of telling him about how I was thankful for his kind gesture. As the plan took off he offered to buy an alcoholic beverage, but I refused because I started thinking of how I’d have to go pee during the flight. He ordered some beer for himself and he was like I need to ask you something…

I was like “Sure go ahead”. He then took out a pen and wrote on a paper towel"$1000 expenses covered". I looked at it baffled like [is he really trying to ask me what my price is?! The nerve!] I looked up at him & asked for his pen. I was thinking of an absurd amount and knew he’d flip his shit. So I crossed out the 1 & I put a 2 in its place. I folded the paper towel and placed it on his lap, getting a feel of his thigh during the process. So he looked at it & he said, “Sounds good”. Now I was even more confused on what that amount was for. Was he negotiating monthly or just a one night stand. I was under the impression it was for just a one night stand, but how the hell could he have agreed to 2K for a 1 night stand?! If this was an allowance figure I felt like I had cut myself short! So I was struggling internally as to whether it was monthly or per play. I was praying to the sugar gods that please let it be for a one night stand. We finally landed in Atlanta, and I mustered the courage to ask him what he meant by the figures on the paper towel. His response pissed me off even more and made matters worse. He said “it means what you want it to mean sweetheart” So I took a leap of faith and just vulnerably said “Per date”. He said “Okay” and smiled with a creepy wink.

Coming out the airplane he said he’s going to alter his itinerary to have a layover in Atlanta. He asked me if he could rebook my flight for home as well. I was really unsure and hesitant with my response. To assure me he said that I could stay in a different room if I’d like. This statement of his was enough to let me know that he has been a SD before. I agreed and I said I needed to use the bathroom before we left the airport.

I texted two of my girlfriends in Atlanta that I’d be with a guy I met off of Tinder and asked them to check in on me through texts. When I came back we headed to the sky train for the exit terminal or something. It was there that he made his first physical advance towards me. I was wearing a zip up jacket (unzipped at the time) with some black jeans. He proceeded to put his arms through my jacket and into my back pockets. He got a good squeeze, and he slipped ‘something’ in one of my back pockets. Obviously it was cash money. He whispered saying it’s half.

We stayed at the Marriott Marquis in Atlanta, and ate dinner at the Polaris. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t let him fuck my brains out that night. I cuddled my sore vag to sleep in his bed spooned up. I received the other half of my allowance on the way back to the airport the next morning. We exchanged numbers, and he said that he wants to meet me on Valentines weekend in Atlanta again. This time for a weekend trip. He booked my return flight on the next plane to my hometown. He pulled the same cheek squeeze when we hugged good bye.

So present day: Phoenix sends me $250/ week, which isn’t a glamorous amount. I know! Keep in mind that all I do is text him every other day or so send him suggestive pics. Not even nudes. He’s also booked spa appointments for me. Now I’m just focusing on getting to know him fully & understand how he thinks. His seasoned sugar daddy asf behavior has me drooling. The fact that I wasn’t even looking and I got myself a beautiful POT makes it even more perfect. The Centurion Lounge seems like a great place to freestyle tho, not going to lie.