oh yeah why does the baby of the band get the girl

Harry's interview on Quotidien
  • I: Can you hear me?
  • H: Yes
  • I: Welcome to Paris!
  • H: Thank you
  • I: How are you? Can you answer in French?
  • H: Good! A little bit. A tiny bit. Très bien et toi ?(very good and you?)
  • I: Very good, thank you. We start our interviews with “can you give us your five favourites words in English or French. Or a French sentence”. Someone told me you knew a French sentence.
  • H: Comment vous faites un café si délicieux? (How do you make such a delicious coffee?)
  • I: OK, that’s good.
  • H: That’s all I have.
  • I: Do you say it very often?
  • H: No... Yes
  • I: What does France mean to you? Is it something, someone etc...?
  • H: Best people I’ve known... I think her, *shows a fan* I guess. Fabien Barthez.
  • I: Yes, Fabien Barthez. Harry, you’re 23 years old and you’re one of the best known pop-star in the world. Everybody has expectations with your new album and single Sign Of The Times. Why did you choose that song? This is not what people were expecting.
  • H: I think I wanted to.. I've always liked music that made me feel something. You know I think writing it I could feet something I wanted to bring it out. I think it's a good indicator for me of what the album is to me. That's why I wanted to go with that first.
  • I: Billboard wrote that the single was "one of the more ambitious opening statements in pop this decade". Not bad, isn't it?
  • H: Thanks!
  • I: Do you have friends working at Billboard?
  • H: I don't know anyone at Billboard.
  • I: When we listen to the song we think of David Bowie, Queen, who else did you think of?
  • H: I mean, I think everyone, anything, any song you've ever listened to growing up or throughout your life or you've enjoyed, inspired you. There are a lot of different things. I wanted to just write and see what came out. I didn't know what I sounded like to make an album. So this process was as interesting for me as I think it will be for people listening to the album for the first time.
  • I: Do you know French singers other than Serge Gainsbourg? That's a tricky question.
  • H: I know Woodkid. He directed my music video.
  • I: Why him?
  • H: I think his videos are amazing, he's a really talented guy and I love French people so I worked with him.
  • I: When you're in Spain, do you say that you love Spanish people?
  • H: No!
  • I: It seems like everything has been easy...
  • H: Great tie.
  • I: You think so? It's French.
  • H: It's not a Spanish tie, isn't it?
  • I: Can I see your loafer? Oh yes! What is the brand? That's not French, isn't it? It's Italian.
  • H: No.
  • I: That's from the European Union!
  • H: Probably yeah.
  • I: It seems like everything has been easy for you, is it true?
  • H: Was what simple?
  • I: Your life, everybody wants a life like yours, with One Direction...
  • H: I mean, I feel very lucky to be able to make music, I feel very lucky to be able to make this, I feel very lucky today being in France and performing my song. I love this song. I can't complain.
  • I: What were the unpleasant things?
  • H: *thinking*
  • I: I don't know, say only one thing.
  • H: I think when you care so much about something, it's hard to get to the point where you feel like it's finished and it feels like you're adding and it never ends and it adds up. So I think the hardest part was getting into that point and be like "ok that's finished."
  • I: You said to the Rolling Stone magazine that most of the album was inspired by a woman. Really?
  • H: No I think, honestly, the album is much more about me than it is about anyone else. I think if I said the album is about a woman it kind of feels like, I don't know, I put a lot of work into this. I don't feel like it revolves around woman. It's a lot about me and things I've never said before. It's more about me.
  • I: How did you start with a boy band and end with a solo career? Is it complicated?
  • H: It's been a lot of fun. You know we were very lucky to get to do some amazing things and at the moment in our lives, we're in a time where everyone is trying their own thing and have a good time. It's been amazing to see everyone doing their own thing as well. If I can do as well as the others, it'd be amazing.
  • I: Do you call them everyday or text them? Do you use What's app?
  • H: I don't have that.
  • I: Why?
  • H: Yes we talk, absolutely. And everyone is bringing stuff out. It's been a lot going on. It's been a good time.
  • I: This is the album cover! Can you describe it? Why did you choose this picture?
  • H: Yeah. So, I don't know. I worked with photographer Harley Weir, I'm a massive fan of her work. And that's amazing and I was lucky enough to work with her. I felt like this was what I wanted.
  • I: Why is it pink? Why the water? Why your back? Why? It's beautiful but why is it pink?
  • H: I don't know, man!
  • I: Really? You don't know?
  • H: I don't know. I don't think I want...
  • I: Apparently pink is Rock'n'roll's colour.
  • H: Apparently so. I don't know. I think it means something to me and if it means anything to anyone else, I wouldn't want to take away from that by explaining it. I think the cool thing about stuff like photos and art is you can just leave it. You don't have to explain it.
  • I: Everybody sees what they want to see.
  • H: Yes exactly.
  • I: Have you seen this?
  • *video of people reacting to Harry's single*
  • I: Your fans record themselves while listening to the song for the first time. You can hear relevant analysis and apparently they all really liked it. Do you read what people say about you on social media? On Youtube, Twitter, Instagram? Do you use Instagram?
  • H: Yes I use it a little bit.
  • *The public disagrees with Harry*
  • H: Yes I use it a little bit. I mean I wish everyone was having as good time as the girl who was like that with her hands. That's what I do when I listen to the song.
  • I: Are you the one using your Instagram? Do you use your own fingers or someone else does it for you?
  • H: Yes, I do mine.
  • I: Do you still vote in Redditch?
  • H: In?
  • I: Redditch!
  • H: That's where I was born?
  • I: Yes.
  • H: I don't live in Redditch.
  • I: So you don't vote there. Where did you vote?
  • H: London, yeah.
  • I: What do you think of the Brexit? Welcome to Europe!
  • H: Thank you very much, thanks. I mean, I don't really comment on politics. To me, anything that brings people together is better than things that pull people apart. That's ... yeah.
  • I: Yet, you are in favour of equality of rights, men, women, gay people, straight people... That's politics.
  • H: I don't know. It doesn't feel like politics. I think stuff like equality feels much more fundamental. I feel like everyone is equal. That doesn't feel like politics to me.
  • I: Your fans are fetishists. They know all of your tattoos, piece of jewellery, they have heart attacks when you cut your hair. Right now you're playing with their feelings. Do you know that?
  • H: Oh ok.
  • I: Yes! What is your favourite tattoo?
  • H: I think... I have a.. probably. I don't know, actually.
  • I: Which one is the latest?
  • H: The latest is this one there. *shows Arlo* And this one. *shows Jackson*
  • I: Jackson? All of them?
  • H: Yes.
  • I: What's the story behind your haircut? How much did you spend on hair products with One Direction?
  • H: Yeah, like a lot. I used a lot, yeah.
  • I: You're in Dunkirk, Christopher Nolan's new movie.
  • H: Yes.
  • I: How did you do?
  • H: I auditioned.
  • I: Look at you there.
  • H: I am, that's me.
  • I: Yes.
  • H: I auditioned and it was great. It's going to be a really cool movie.
  • I: Harry, it feels like we know you since you're a baby. The whole world discovered you in 2010 on X Factor.
  • *video of Harry's X Factor audition*
  • I: You auditioned alone but Simon Cowell had an idea... he put you in a band with Zayn, Louis, Liam and Niall. You became One Direction. You found the name One Direction and you sold millions of albums. One Direction are soon considered as the new Beattles and you filled the biggest stadiums. The whole world was talking about you. When you go out we prayed for your eardrums. You became UK's pride. David Cameron is in one of your music videos, your sang for the Queen. But in 2015... bang! Zayn left the band, fans couldn't get over it. But don't worry, their favourite is now on the cover of the Rolling Stone magazine, he's in Christopher Nolan's new movie, he's Mick Jagger on SNL... What you don't know is that we've met in 2012. You were in France to promote an album and now I have questions. First one! When you're in a car and fans are all around you, do you see that?
  • *video of fans around a car*
  • H: I think I've actually lost my shoe there. When I got in the car... I got in the car and I was like "how many shoes do I have?" Yes I lost my shoe.
  • I: I have another question! Do you still do that before going on stage?
  • *video of Harry and Lou*
  • I: Can we do it?
  • H: No.
  • *does it anyway*
  • I: What is the weirdest question someone asked you?
  • H: I think it was actually a French interview. I got asked if I would pee in a sink... Yeah.
  • I: Ok, that's weird!
  • H: It was the first question, the first question.
  • I: It puts you in the mood.
  • H: Yeah.
  • I: What is the question you never want to be asked ever again? Did I asked you that question?
  • *Harry asks the public*
  • H: Which one? Oh crush.
  • I: What?
  • H: Crush.
  • I: Oh ok. I didn't ask it! Did you know that a French author wrote a novel about you. It's called "Styles", it's about his obsession with you. It's in French. You can translate it.
  • H: Oh! Is that true?
  • I: Yes it's true. He dedicated to you. It's called "Styles" and it's a really good book. Read it!
  • H: Thank you.
  • I: Thank you very much Harry Styles for coming tonight. His first eponymous album comes out on the 12th May. Thank you Harry Styles.
  • H: Thank you.
  • I: Have a safe journey home.
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Smut //  Your neighbour is an audio porn star, and his latest post featured you and his erotic ramblings.Upon listening to the audio, you find yourself at his door.

Third instalment to Audiophile (i) and Enunciate (ii)

There were fifty thousand and probably infinite ways that the situation could’ve turned out and you go through each one as you stood in front of Kyungsoo.

First, you tell kyungsoo that you listened to him masturbate.

Second, you try and seduce Kyungsoo then reveal everything.

Third, you drop subtle hints here and there, till he himself knows.

Fourth, you don’t tell him. 

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another fucking ryden masterpost

ok i know we have a lot already but not many are ~complete~ enough ot have been updated recently so yeah! here we go………………………

so as we all know, ryan has a questionable livejournal that he used before panic really became famous. there’s not a whole lot of ryden related stuff in that, but there is some cute stuff 

“duuuuuuuuuuuuuuude write about how… wait, nvm. i suck at this. i suck at life. psh, YOU suck. I HATE YOU! haha you know i love ya’ baby! wednesday. practice. be there or be…GAY!” honestly early 2000′s brendon is a treasure.

and another cute post from his lj (that I dont have the screencap for)

“I love my 3 friends to death. we are going to move out and see the country together playing music. I know it.”
ryan on august 8th. 2004.

well he was right!! because soon after Pete Wentz contacted them to try to sign them. you can read the conversation here but here’s the best part:

Pete Wentz (7:48:06 PM): You guys look good. The chicks gonna be swooning?
Ryan Ross (7:48:38 PM): once we get a keyboard player who can do all of the sampling we want to do it will be alot better too. its like we know how we want to sound, but just finding the right way to do it i guess is what we are working on.
Ryan Ross (7:48:40 PM): hahaha
Ryan Ross (7:48:51 PM): i dont know man, we look alright i guess
Ryan Ross (7:48:57 PM): we look young
Pete Wentz (7:49:42 PM): Youngs not abd at all
Pete Wentz (7:49:47 PM): How does the singiner look
Ryan Ross (7:50:05 PM): dead sexy.
Ryan Ross (7:50:41 PM): he’s no pete wentz. but still

So now, we move to 2006. this is where ryden becomes real as hell.

Ryan and Brendon both were dating scene queens (you can see my posts of Brendon and Audrey here and Ryan and Jac here)

The relationships didn’t last too long, and after the couples split the girls both claimed the boys to to be gay together.

There is also a supposedly leaked conversation between the girls where they again claim that R&B (lol) are gay together.

slamcrashp33n: Hi. How big/small is brendon uries penis.
twiggofviolence: About 4.5 hard
twiggofviolence: I feel bad for him
slamcrashp33n: Dude me too.
twiggofviolence: Lets not start humilating rumors for him?
slamcrashp33n: Ahhahaha no way dude.
twiggofviolence: I trust u
slamcrashp33n: No. I trust youuuuu
twiggofviolence: he always wanted to have butt sex I think he might be
twiggofviolence: I wouldn’t let him though
twiggofviolence: That’s gnarly
slamcrashp33n: dude fuck yeah. Don’t let him do the flipover on you.
twiggofviolence: Fuck no
slamcrashp33n: Fuck yeah.
twiggofviolence: Him and ryan probably do now
twiggofviolence: I honestly think there’s something goin on
slamcrashp33n: Dude I’ve been calling that shit from the beginniing
slamcrashp33n: No one believes me!
twiggofviolence: Me too whenever I was on tour I’d wake up and they
would be sitting in the lounge together alone at like 7am
slamcrashp33n: That’s shady as shit. Did you call him on it back then?
twiggofviolence: Yeah he said there just “best friends” but he’d rather
sleep with ryan in the lounge then me sometimes in his bed
twiggofviolence: Go figure
twiggofviolence: I just thought he couldn’t sleep on the bus but now I’m
like wow..
slamcrashp33n: dude I always thought he used you as a cover up.
twiggofviolence: I wouldn’t be surpised
twiggofviolence: Honestly haha
slamcrashp33n: Wow that’s some traumatizing shit.
slamcrashp33n: Yo do you have a british accent?
twiggofviolence: Haha sucks for him more I’d hate to be fmaous and try
and hide that I’m gay
twiggofviolence: Nah
slamcrashp33n: Dude if he’s gay then he should be proud. Wellll all of
his 11 yr old followers wouldn’t be fans anymore so I guess I see why he
hies it
slamcrashp33n: Hidesss
twiggofviolence: Haha yeha he’s probaly embaressed since all him fans
are so younge they would be confused
slamcrashp33n: They probably wouldn’t even know what gay was
twiggofviolence: True
slamcrashp33n: Dude jac didn’t answer when I asked her about ryan. Do
you know?
twiggofviolence: Hahaha nope no clue
slamcrashp33n: I bet brendon knows hahhaa
twiggofviolence: Oh duh
slamcrashp33n: Okay I’m off. Thanks for the info.
twiggofviolence: Have fun tell everyone u know
twiggofviolence: Haha
slamcrashp33n: Hhhahah yeah I figured you didn’t really care about
humiliating rumors

so that brings us to the most important event in recorded history ever! summer of 2006! 

First off, a ridiculously important interview Greta Salpeter from the Hush Sound did after they toured with panic:

Q: Tell us about your craziest touring experience.

On the 2006 Panic Tour, we played the House of Blues in Myrtle Beach [JUNE 24TH]. After the show, most of the bands and crew walked a mile to the beach and, having not brought our swimsuits, decided to swim in underwear or totally nude. Bob and I opted to skinny dip and, at one point, he was trying to get back to the shore but the waves were crashing over him and he was gasping for breath. I yelled to him, ‘Bob, are you going to live? As much as I want to help you, we are both naked so I can’t.’ (Would have been far too awkward). Thankfully, he survived in one glorious piece. 

The next night, Ryan made this infamous entry on his livejournal:

6-25-06 01:21:28 PDT - (No Subject)

The moon bred new Atlantic life tonight.the salt burned you right out of my eyes.and secrets we’re not proud of were taken with the tide. We were all newborns with blurred vision and no sense of direction.

Today I saw cancer, cigarettes and shortness of breath.
this is why I walk to the ocean.swim with jellyfish.I may never get this chance again.
this is why if you want to kiss you should kiss.
If you want to cry you should cry, and
if you want to live you should live.
You don’t have to love me. You already did. At least enough to keep me smiling from South Carolina to Virginia.it’s for lovers (orjustfriends)
This is why I do it.

Then Dream, one of the dancers who was on tour with them at the time, also wrote this in her journal:

June 24th, 2006
It’s our last night in Florida and let me tell you… this finally turned into a crazy rock tour… lots of shenanigans happened tonight… but I’ll save this story for the memoirs! Every night I stand on stage and tell the crowd that Brendon is a virgin… let’s just put it this way… it ain’t true!!!!

(Here’s a cute video where Brendon looks good as hell and Ryan says he’s no longer a virgin)

Then, the end of summer. Panic play an iconic show at the MTV VMAs at the end of August (a video for anyone who hasn’t seen.) This is where Ryan meets Keltie who becomes his girlfriend for a while.

2007 comes and passes and not a lot happens, as they were away (fucking) in a cabin and writing Pretty. Odd. However, something important did happen!! 

Ryan’s 21st birthday. His party was in New York City

Brendon wasn’t in NYC at the time, he was in rainy Seattle (important!!!). After the party, Ryan flew out to Seattle (apparently not warming Keltie). 

*scooby doo villain voice* and he would’ve gotten away with it too if it wasn’t for those darn fan pics!

(I couldn’t find the original picture I’m sorry to whoever this fan, this hero is)

This event is believed to be the inspiration to Northern Downpour (Seattle is rainy and in the north… ryden is real) The song also had the lyrics,

I missed your skin when you were east,

You clicked your heels and wished for me.

Ryan was in the east coast….. anyway………

finally, 2008. Good year for ryden.

First off, here’s something from on Dylan Urie’s (Brendon and Shane’s dog) myspace:

Aug 11, 2008 7:33 PM
Subject:  awaking from summer dreams is never easy,  
Body:  but being awoken makes it so much worse.

as summer comes to an end we lose and gain so much.
summer lovers become part time lovers, then slowly fade to just a simple memory.
maybe it’s not so simple to some of us, though.
maybe we can’t just forget at the first leaf of autumn.
maybe we remember every detail until our last breath of air.
maybe we really aren’t okay when asked.
maybe we’re holding on, as we watch them let go.

sometimes, it is quite apparent that our “significant other” doesn’t feel the same.
we deal, because we know that there has to be something there.

a twinkle in an eye. a shock when we kiss. whatever it is, it’s there.
and maybe one day they’ll notice it too.

you know, i’ve never really liked days off.
they make me think too much.

it’s time to start loving to live, not living to love.
we can only give so much without anything in return.

this was pretty much just something i completely made up because i wanted to say i had a totally awesome summer.
then again, maybe it’s not so fictional for most of us after all?
summer’s almost over kiddos.
time to get back to filling those brains of yours’ with knowledge or maybe just nonsense with a degree.

stay smart,

You’ll start to notice that in several of both Ryan and Brendon’s lyrics (even now), they repeatedly refer to “living in a dream” or things along that line. (if you look back to the poem posted on Dylan’s myspace, the subject line reads “awaking from summer dreams are never easy.”)

Finally, in March 2008, Pretty. Odd. is released. the most important album of all time. The album had repeated references to the ocean (where ryden supposedly has sex), the summer, and dreams.

Northern Downpour “we should feed our jewelry to the sea
When the Day Met the Night. “in the middle of summer”
Behind the Sea (self explanatory)
Folkin’ Around “Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two Where summers lasted longer than Longer than we do”
She Had the World “Throwing a line out to sea To see if I can catch a dream”
From a Mountain in the Middle of the Cabins “Watch love get strangled by a kite’s cold strings Fall comes early and summer leaves As a storm with the car keys”
She’s a Handsome Woman “Reverie” is another word for dream.
Northern Downpour “If all our life is but a dream”
Behind the Sea “A daydream spills from my corked head”
She Had the World “Throwing a line out to sea to see if I can catch a dream

Also something I noticed as I was looking through these lyrics (I noticed a lot but this is the only one where I’m not reaching too hard) in That Green Gentleman, these are the lyrics:

Little deaths in musical beds.
So it seems I’m someone I’ve never met.

You will only hear these elegant crimes,
Fall on your ears from criminal dimes.
They spill unfound from a pretty mouth. 

The word for orgasm is French translates into “little death.” I interperet the second verse to talking about when Jac and Audrey revealed Ryden, but thats just me.

Another thing that becomes important is references to the sun/moon. Most people consider Brendon to be the sun and Ryan to be the moon. Even today they still talk about this.

Also, there is many instances of Pretty. Odd. lyrics referencing a gay poet, Arthur Rimbaud.

Mas as Rabbits: We must reinvent love.

AR: I don’t like women, love must be reinvented, that’s for certain.

She’s a Hansome Woman: I wasn’t born to be a skeleton

AR: I wasn’t born to be a skeleton.

Behins the Sea: Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to God.

AR: Does he talk to God? Perhaps I myself should go talk to God.

Mad as Rabbits:  Preached the devil in the belfry

Also, just for bonus, I added in two of my fave ryden pictures of all time…..

in which ryans shirt button gets fucked up and Brendon’s shirt comes off… anyway….. here’s another picture (I’m trying to keep this as picture-free as possible because I know it makes it super hard on mobile users)

I am loving Ryan’s Brendon bracelet!

Another random thing: Spencer and Jon did an interview with out.com and had this to say:

Walker: And what’s the problem if Ryan and Brendon were actually dating, you know? There’s not really any problem with that.
Smith: Because they might be.

So now, 2009. The end of Ryden. 

Ryan and Jon left in July and there’s no more ryden. Now, we just have to use songs released by everyone’s side projects to get our Ryden fix (and there is so much……….)

The Young Veins (2010)

CAPE TOWN!: You asked me if I meant everything I said that night, I didn’t./I loved you, I left you, I lost you in Cape Town. (also: the last pre-split panic show was in Cape Town)

Maybe I Will, Maybe I Won’t:  Will you come visit me, finally finding sleep, we’ll swim around in dreams, stay afloat

Everyone But You:  She comes to me when I dream, I’m tired of counting sheep to see her, I sleep because I need her.

Dangerous Blues:  All I do is lie by the ocean side/Even the tide gets high at night.

Lie to the Truth: I know I broke your heart, mine is broken too. Now if we’re even, why are we both blue?

Panic! at the Disco


Memories:  When they decided they would try to make it on their own/When July became December, their affection fought the cold. But they couldn’t quite remember, what inspired them to go.

Trade Mistakes:  I may never sleep tonight as long as you’re still burning bright. If I could trade mistakes for sheep, count me away before you sleep. I’ll stay awake till I trade my mistakes or they fade away.

The Calender (confirmed to be about the split):  Put another X on the calendar, summer’s on its deathbed. There is simply nothing worse than knowing how it ends. And I meant everything I said that night. (last lyrics is a response to Cape Town)

Nearly Witches:  Matching set of marching clocks, the slumbering apparitions that they’ve come to wake up. (clearly referencing behind the sea)


Vegas Lights:  Oh, if you only knew what we’ve been up to, I guarantee you’d keep it secret. So give it to me now, we’re lost in a dream now


Hallelujah:  The time for being sad is over and you miss him like you miss no other, and being blue is better than being over it. (a response to Ryan’s question in Lie to the Truth)

Ryan Ross (2014)

Where I Belong: I know I should’ve never left, I’d gotten tired of being buried.

Lonely Moonlight: I’m not even going to decipher this the name is enough

So that’s the gist of it! I made this whole thing in five hours and by the time I finished it was 2am so forgive my typos. ryden is real

Why’d Ya Come in Here Lookin’ Like That?

Originally posted by deanjackles

So, this is my first time smutting solo. Which is not nearly as dirty as it sounds I swear. Thank you to Beka for listening to me whine incessantly about this. And for the confidence boosts. Also, to my Nori - @actuallyasgardian for the beta. I hope you guys enjoy. I went back and forth on this thing like 73 times, so please let me know what you think. (Also Chuck bless Dolly Parton and Justin Matisse.)

Pairing: Dean x Reader (also a tiny mention of Sam x Eileen because I will go down with that ship)

Words: 3,178 (I’m so sorry I don’t know why I’m like this)

Warnings: Smut (nothing that couldn’t be on HBO primetime) Language. There’s some really gross fluff in there too tbh.


“Are you um…are you wearing cowboy boots?”

“Yep!” Popping the ‘p’ Dean did a little spin. That’s when you noticed his new jeans. His new jeans that were just a little more snug than his usual style. He even had his shirt tucked in. Your mouth went dry just looking at him.

“Wh-why, why are you dressed like that?” You knew you were stammering and probably blinking too much, but seeing him dressed like this was…doing things to you.

“Found a case, figured if I’m gonna check it out I should fit in. Why?” He knew exactly why, but he kept his voice neutral as his eyes skimmed over you. “You like the get up?”

“Oh, I don’t know if like is the word I’d use.”

Sam walked in with his duffle bag and yours, interrupting your staring session. “Hey you ready? I want to hit the road soon, like now.”

“Dean found a case. I should stay back and help him.” you spouted entirely too fast, confusing Sam and causing Dean to choke back a laugh.

“Babe, it’s fine. I can give Garth a call, besides you were really looking forward to seeing Eileen.”

“I know, but you-you really shouldn’t be hunting by yourself, and Garth is out-ish and I kinda just butted in on Sam’s trip to see her. I’m sure he wanted alone time. I should stay back, yeah, Imma stay.”

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4 044!

I feel so proud of myself for actively doing this for over a year now and it makes me surprisingly happy to hit these milestones. But enjoy this! (I know it’s not that much, but school has been so hard)

1. Maybe we should take on the offer and just leave without a fight.

2. “Where is it?”
“Where’s what?”
“The shoe I don’t have on my foot.”

3. Chain link fence is such a great cover, mate! Good job!

4. She was good at four things, long range shooting, rocket science, classical literature and lying. None of those would be any help right now.

5. Hey, at least they don’t have… oh no, I’m sorry I lied, they have dynamite too.

6. We just need to keep it simple and try not to get double crossed

7. I’m like 97% sure my old house is being used as a brothel right now

8. That motherfucker better not be dodging the goddamn briefing again.

9. Some of your old contacts were more than happy to give me information I needed. You should thank them.

10. “I’ve lost so many hours, so many days, just pretending I loved you.”

11. I wasn’t prepared you to be the villain in my life

12. It has been awhile since I have seen you actually leave the office, so I brought you food.

13. When I said I didn’t want you to do it, I genuinely meant that I didn’t want you to do it.

14. She would be lot easier talk to if she didn’t have a bullet in her head.

15. I was gonna get mad, but this is my old gum I left here like four years ago.

16. You need a lesson in trash talking, honey.

17. He has the right to the crown, right to reign. He does not need your permission to do anything.

18. “Loyalty, right? That’s what you want from your soldiers? I can make that happen.”
“You only know loyalty out of fear. I don’t want that.”

19. What a nice thing to be yelled at right off the bat

20. I think she technically said she won’t date anybody who doesn’t have a Wikipedia page, so..

21. You spent years in shackles. Have you forgotten how to fight?

22. Well I think you technically broke someone’s back..

23. I don’t want to sound like an asshole… Well in this instance I don’t really give a fuck, so I’ll insult you

24. It always managed to surprise me that two lunatics with death wishes found each other and decided that they needed to take over the word.

25. There was always going to be death in drunken brawls. At least when the poets joined in and swung their weapons around.

26. You always look like you just escaped homeless center

27. Whenever you say that, it starts to mean little less and less.

28. Why are you even bothering to apologize for it? I’m not mad and these people here aren’t demanding an apology.

29. I don’t want to waste your time with my crying.

30. You can’t imagine how long I’ve wanted to say that joke.

31. She knew they weren’t coming for her, so what did she have left to lose? She started screaming, banging her hands on the metal door, shouting treats and profanities at her captors.

32. Stop throwing the basketball to people who aren’t in the game!

33. I need you to stop being so distracted by dogs, man.

34. We cannot risk that she won’t come back and try to free them again.

35. I have super glue and duct tape ready if you fuck this up somehow.

36. “But you’re a hero!”
“I guess it depends on who’s eyes you look it through.”

37. Some people can only learn by pain. Are you one of those people?

38. I’m going to invade your privacy now, please don’t hit me.

39. Please stop with the slow-motion fighting!

40. Your fake Scottish accent involves awful lot of spitting.

41. The motherfuckers blew up our card house? It’s time for death.

42. “Because carrying one taser gun wasn’t enough?”
“I’m a boy scout, I’m always prepared!”

43. You are accusing me for being one of them? Even though I have been fighting against them for whole life?

44. We are enGAYed!

45. Did you open a champagne bottle with stiletto?

46. It might be illegal, but at least it’s not morally wrong

47. Why do you sneak around like a t-rex?

48. Is this something we should talk about or just blatantly ignore?

49. “Are you not going to let me even apologize?!”
“Apologize about what? I thought you didn’t do anything.”

50. She left the club on sixth street at 2am, phone dead and heels slowly proving victorious once again.

51. Are you not aware how many lives you’ve single handedly affected? It’s rather amazing.

52. All my friends are war journalist or demons, let’s just think about that for a moment

53. What happened to you? You’ve settled down now? And… what? Found the love of your life?

54. She crossed her legs with flirtatious smile that didn’t match her words towards me, “They always did tell me you deserved to die.”

55. Your improvise shooting targets just become smaller and smaller every time, don’t they?

56. We need to get piss up drunk right now and try to forget the whole day before somebody gets traumatized for life

57. “I’ll be brutally honest –“
“As always.”
“Yes, as always. But your father is the most traumatizing motivational speaker I’ve ever heard.”

58. Not only does the mall Santa look like a Donald Trump, but he just dropped about three bags of cocaine.

59. There’s no doubt that you absolutely have enough ammo stashed away somewhere to take them down

60. He didn’t think the girl had done it, but the half-grin on her mouth the whole interrogation only fueled the others to pile the evidence solely on her.

61. Could you return her alive the next time?!

62. This is a hate hug, stop enjoying it!

63. I’m suddenly the reliable one?

64. This is oddly violent restaurant

65. You got your bodybuilder ass handed to you by a pregnant woman, you should be ashamed

66. I feel paranoid. Please stop telling me you love me.

67. You proposed her in a hospital waiting area, and honestly, I think that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done to her

68. The king wept at the loss of his stallion, but not the death of his eldest son

69. “She’s one of the most caring people I know!”
“Well I guess she’s just hiding it very fucking well”

70. It’s controlled arrogance

71. I need some education… I’ll google it

72. I took a half day out for this, you better not die, yeah?

73. Make sure they’re okay if I’m not gonna be…

74. “You son of a bitch!”
“Well I’m a daughter of yours, so you’re practically correct in your insult.”

75. Why are you acting like he never tried to kill me?!

76. Well I think heart attack kinda ruins the joke

77. She knew she shouldn’t have voiced her misfortunes out loud, it was just asking for the world to pile more bullshit on her shoulders.

78. He’s just a definition of heart attack!

79. I think you’ve tricked me into having fun

80. As far as I know, I’m the only lawyer in the city to run over a client with a cement trunk

81. They always told me stories of how she sailed to the edge of the world and how she fought the seven devils alone to save the world

82. Tie your shoes, it’s parkour time!

83. Communicate with me! Don’t yell!

84. He even smells like a rich brat! Like a repulsive rich brat…

85. Do you really think I’m the type of girl to joke about double homicide?  

86. I think our father is trying to cook lobsters in the microwave…

87. I don’t know about you, but that sounded like a confession to me

88. She knew no matter how bad she could fuck up, there was one person in who could get her out of anything

89. He never told me where he was going. And maybe that was for good, knowing me, I’d probably follow him like a desperate puppy I am.

90. When you asked me on a date, I thought we’d go to get food or drinks or something normal! Never did I thought you’d involve me into a hostage situation!

91. Her grandfather made his living playing a piano in bars around the big city and her father played a guitar in a cruise band, there where she got her musical talent.

92. She sat on the stone steps of the brownstone house, the cold rain slowly drenching her, but she still looked happy

93. They hadn’t realized how much alcohol they’d ended up drinking the night before, but the head splitting headache and the new matching tattoos on the bottom of their feet told a story of different kind

94. You want me to give your life expectancy? Because I could. But I also think you’re immortal.

95. Oh wow, they learned to shoot at your legs finally?

96. Please don’t shoot at me, please don’t shoot at me… Oh my god! PLEASE STOP SHOOTING AT ME!

97. This turned out to be hell of a lot more painful than I thought

98. I’m willing to lose this fight if it’s necessary…

99. Let’s hope they are the type who ask questions first and then shoot…

100. You have to hope they still remember me and that I didn’t anything to anger them before I died

101. They lived only a block away from the pool hall, so their father assumed they were there and left for his next shift downtown.

102. I think you forgot that I’m quite much useless in a long fight

103. My legs are sore from running and I want to kill your boyfriend

104. He was sure if he was to walk there and tap on her shoulder, she would jump out of her chair screaming.

105. It turned out to be easier to pull the trigger of a taser than trigger of a gun

106. She sucked in her cheeks and crossed her eyes, making a silly face for the baby laying on its back

107. He rubbed his tongue on the roof of his mouth, wanting to say something, but never doing so

108. They sat on the edge of their bed, contemplating should they leave a note for their sleeping brother

109. They sold his car last Tuesday, still fully believing he was dead

110. Just out of interest, have you heard of invasion of privacy before?

111. Somebody bless my soul!

112. “So are we on the same wavelength?”

Some chapter title ideas also;

1. Heroes Always Die Alone

2. 19 Easy Ways To Lose Your Friends And Bury Your Enemies

3. The Loyal Knight And Righteous Mad Woman

4. Too Naïve For The Job

5. One Hated, One Loved And One Pitied

6. The One Who Pulled The Trigger Was In Love

7. I Kissed You And Lost Your Heart

8. Me, You And Our Best Friend Death

9. Extravagant Lies Always End In Death

10. The Royal Alien Changes Nothing

11. Some Level Of Insanity In Us

12. Bewitched Love Story

13. Four Lured In Death

14. Gullible Sweethearts and Coffee Cups

15. Barbed Wire And Beer Bottle Hassle

16. Misfortune of Misplacing Things

17. Deep Conversations In A Strip Clubs

18. 3 Original Ways To Wish His Death

19. Bottle Jäger Later And It Didn’t Sound So Absurd Anymore

20. Love Proofed To Be A Slow Death

21. Differences Between A Fool And A Tool

22. Thinking Of London And Him

23. Skin-Crawling Love

Also, shoutout to @humdrummoloch, I really been enjoying the blog. Also to @dawnuchiha and @savannahthepeach, who I have started to recognize when going through the like, thanks guys :))

anonymous asked:

Do you have any Faberry or Bechloe fic recs? You write amazing fanfiction, so I imagine you probably also have good taste in them :D

aw thank you so much! as luck would have it… I do have fic recs for both of those ships! And, well, of course I think of myself as having good taste in fics ;)

I have made a few faberry fic recs in the past, and unfortunately, I haven’t found many more fics with them since then? Granted, I haven’t been as much in a faberry-heavy mood for a few months, so… yeah the fic rec lists are the same. You can find them  here and here.

As for bechloe… okay, well the majority of my favorite Bechloe fics are shorter stories/oneshots (which i believe is the majority of stories i’ve really seen) but granted, I haven’t gone through this entire fandom and scoured for fics like i have for faberry. 

Okay, so without farther adieu:

Bechloe Fic Recs

By Redlance

Experimentation - So, about that one little regret… (aka canon divergent from the second movie and Chloe’s tent confession also known as the slowest burn to ever burn)

this is like the classic quintessential bechloe fic, let’s be real. i’m sure you’ve already read it, but… the hands down best bechloe fic i’ve ever seen.

Exception - Chloe is Beca’s exception to most of the rules she’s set herself in life. Which isn’t anywhere near as difficult for Beca to accept as it should be.

Sure Would Be Prettier - There’s an entire world out there for Beca to see, and she does. It’s filled with beauty and music and wonder, and it’s all pretty breath-taking. But there’s always something missing.

By wherehopelies -

You Still Make Sense to Me (Your Mess Is Mine) - “Chloe fills up all of the spaces inside her that she didn’t even know existed until Chloe was there.“orrrrr the one where it takes a fake-engagement and being domestic as hell for these two idiots to realize they’re in love. Set two years after PP2 and mostly canon compliant. Title taken from Vance Joy’s "Mess is Mine”

By Care -

The Sexual Implications of Teleportation - The first time is a complete freak accident.

eliminate the distance between us - Senior year isn’t really going the way Beca thought it would.A Pitch Perfect 2 AU.

You Know Her Breath Will Catch And How Her Fingers Curl - If someone had asked Beca at the end of her freshman year whose idea it would be to do a Bellas reunion tour, she would have sworn up and down that it would be Aubrey’s.

By gilligankane -

reality is a sliding door - There is a theory: every person has a moment in their life where they make a choice to go left or right. From those possibilities, two parallel lines form, running alongside each other; two concurrent realities. Parallel lines never cross; they run forever next to each other without ever meeting.In one world, Beca Mitchell joins the Barden Bellas.In another world, she wasn’t supposed to.In every world, Beca Mitchell underestimates Chloe Beale.

when gravity’s pulling (you’re still holding my heart) - Beca isn’t sure how she got here.Well, she knows how she got here, in this house, with these girls. She knows all about the real estate process too. But she isn’t sure how she got here: Laying on her bed with her laptop in her lap and her legs bent at the knee, feet flat so Chloe can paint her toenails while she goes over the Bellas history with Legacy and answer every question about the Beca-and-Chloe (fake) dating thing.It’s this part of her life she isn’t so sure about.

Song Beneath the Song - Chloe has always followed the music, because music has given her the best, most important things in her life.  It’s never led her astray. Sometimes, though, she wishes it’d give her a little bit of warning about the roller coaster she’s in for.

By sexonastick -

The Party’s Crashing Us - Beca has never been big into high school activities, but sometimes desperate people do desperate things. Like show up for marching band and get stalked by the creepy redheaded cheerleader who won’t leave you alone.

Bulletproof Use of Bullet Points - Nobody values friendship more than Aubrey Posen. (Even her best friend, Chloe, can really only be said to consider friendship equally as important as Aubrey does.) The point is: it matters.But Beca Mitchell might just be the most annoying person at Barden University. (Important note: she most definitely is.) Tolerating smug shitheads for the sake of someone else is surely the True Meaning of friendship.

By eliseboobman -

One touch and I was a believer (every kiss it gets a little sweeter) - “I wonder how many there are.” Chloe says, pointing up with her finger. She starts to count, moving her finger every time she does, and Beca smiles as she watches her. It’s impossible to count every star in the sky, but obviously Chloe tries. It’s such a Chloe thing to do.

You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece - Beca is in love with Chloe. Chloe is in love with Stacie. Stacie is in love with Aubrey. Everything is messed up. (The unrequited love AU that nobody asked for.)

By obstinate_questionings -

This World Is Gonna Burn (Baby You Should Stick Around) - Beca really should have let Chloe know how much she hated ghost stories.[Halloween fic.]

By shitqueen -

Silhouettes -  It’s quite worrisome, how happy-go-lucky, doesn’t know the meaning of boundaries, across-neighbour Chloe Beale doesn’t bother her.  She doesn’t dwell on it though, she just continues on with life and focuses on what’s in front of her. Like, giving Jesse his Chinese food and pushing his legs off her sofa.(or: beca thinks everything is perfect, then chloe moves in across from her. being domestic as hell and secretly in love with each other for two years  come after.)

oh the habits of my heart - Listen, Beca’s not gay.She’s, like, only mildly attracted to German blondes. And, like, half-ish attracted to weirdo redheads with no knowledge on boundaries and how to respect them. So, yeah. Beca’s not gay.

By novel_concept26 -

Storytellers and Legends - Dr. Mitchell has the habit of kicking off his classes with personal stories: stories about a girl so outrageous, she couldn’t possibly be real. At least, that’s what Chloe always told herself. 

(Accidentally) Taking Aim - For Kay’s prompt: “At Barden, the acapella groups are naturally drawn to understanding the world through music. It’s the language they speak, from toners to aca-children, but most of all in the harmonies they make with their mouths. So is it really any wonder that Chloe is falling so hard when Beca is wooing her with her music, even if it’s completely by accident?”

Secrecy - Chloe and Aubrey are best friends; always have been, always will be. Which is what makes this whole thing so weird. Because, see, best friends don’t keep secrets from each other. Most of the time.

Some Kind of Home - Home is where the heart is; Chloe is just better at following hers than most people. Not that Beca gets that at all.

By reliquiaen -

I Am Not Worthy (Not Worthy of This) - Prompt: “I found your tumblr but you don’t know and urg now you’re posting about your crush on this cute person oh wait is that me.”  Got waaaay out of hand.

Jesse’s Girl - “It’s an inner monologue of curses and other assorted expletives coupled with self-derogatory slurs that’s been skipping scratchily through her head for the past ten minutes.” - AU

By lismicro -

this love ain’t enough to leave you - On a one-way trip to Los Angeles, aspiring DJ Beca Mitchell doesn’t expect her world to change. Enter Chloe Beale, photographer and journalist, who doesn’t know how to make hers stand still.

By mooosicaldreamz -

mix the bourgeoisie and the rebel (we got the gift of melody) - Beca is an up and coming producer, Chloe Beale is pop’s newest princess. This is the story of how they fall in love.

By echo_wolf -

Something You Want, Something You Need - Beca Mitchell’s not really sure how, but a copper-haired Cocker Spaniel (who walked into her bathroom while she was singing in the shower) managed to change her life and give her Chloe Beale.  Or the story of how DJ-just-moved-in-down-the-hall Beca and  travelling-private-music-instructor Chloe succeed to be disgustingly domestic with a dog and 5000 miles distance.

By galpalkru -

Don’t You (Forget About Me) - If you drunkenly sleep with your best friend, you’re both just supposed to pretend that you don’t remember, right? Even if you know that she knows that you know that she knows. Yeah.Or the one where Beca and Chloe sleep together and refuse to be the first to admit that they both remember everything.

By lamachine -

embrace the weirdness -  She was working for a sex line. Chloe was a phone sex operator.  Okay. That one, Beca needed time to process.

By theamberissubtle -

Aca-awkward - Chloe gets caught sexting in class by a lecturer who also happens to be the unsuspecting father of her girlfriend.

By chloebeale -

All Apologies - Beca can’t believe it when her gorgeous redheaded neighbor shows up on her doorstep. When she starts crying, admitting that she’s run over what she thinks is Beca’s cat, she doesn’t have the heart to tell her that the feline belongs to the old man next door. And when Chloe locks her keys in her car, she can’t help but invite her in. But even Beca doesn’t expect what happens next.

I’ll stop there for now… I hope you enjoy!

CAUGHT OUT; Luke Hemmings Imagine..

Summary: Y/N and Luke have been friends with benefits for a while but what happens when someone catches them out?!

Words; 1.7k 

Message me if you want a Part 2 of this!!

Part 1 

“Hey Y/N” i heard from behind me

i was just getting out of my car when i heard a voice

It was Luke

“Hi Luke” i said back to him

I couldn’t help but think about last night, the way his hands were on me and the feel of his lips..

but i have to remember we are at school..

“I want to show you something after school” he said

Really? Again..

can’t he go without sex for one day?

My leg’s still hurt

“ don’t you have practice?” i asked

I hope he has plans, i don’t think my body can deal with another orgasm..

he smiled and leaned against his truck and said “ I don’t have practice today?”

i could feel my heart beat faster and faster

maybe he just wants to hang out..

Ha Luke hemmings just wants to hang out..that’s a new one

“and what do you want to show me exactly? i’ve already seen your penis?” i smugly said  to him

his smile got bigger and then he said “you will just have to wait and see after school”

and then he was gone

oh my god

i heard the bell go of in school..


I couldn’t help but think of Luke all during break..

i wouldn’t know what you call me and him.. we aren’t exactly friends but we aren’t together

he is sitting with his popular friends.. the footballers and the cheerleaders while i am over here sitting with my girl friends..

i don’t know how it started really..

i was asked to help him study in maths.. of course i denied it but the teacher said he really needed help so i gave in and told her i would do it and before this happened i never really liked Luke, yes hes hot but it’s my friend Hannah who likes him more than me and she couldn’t believe that i got to spend a whole hour after school with him..

It wasn’t until our third study session it happened.

He was pissed of because teachers had been giving him a hard time and he took it out on me which is wasn’t getting away with, i wasn’t the source of his problem and i wasn’t making him my problem

but after he said sorry for the way he talked something changed..

the feeling in the air.. the tension between us and then next thing i remember was our clothes on the ground and Luke pressing me up against the book shelf in the library

that was 3 weeks ago.

we can’t keep away from each other, no matter how hard we try..

our study sessions lead to us in bed or in the back of his car with our clothes off.

nobody knows this.

it wouldn’t matter if someone found out, we are both teenagers having sex there is nothing wrong with that but i’m a private person but i know if my friends found out they wouldn’t be my friends and i will be labelled just another girl on Luke’s list.

When the final bell went i was so happy

i met Hannah by the locker once i got out of my last class

“Did you see Luke today, he looked so hot” she said just as i opened my locker

i rolled my eyes at her, this obsession she has is getting out of hand.

if she likes him so much why can’t she talk to him?

she has nearly every class with him

she is the one person i would hate to find out about me and Luke.

“Did you try to talk to him today?” i asked her

she laughed and said “ Of course i didn’t”

i shook my head at her, she needs to get over this and him

“Oh my god, here he comes” she whispered and then she was silent

i didn’t know what she meant but it didn’t take me long to figure out he was behind me

“Ready for this study session Y/N” i heard Luke say

Hannah had already left, she can’t stand to be any where near him she’s scared in case she says something stupid.. which she probably would

i turned around to look at him, most people had gone home now

so the hall was pretty empty..

“Yes” i repiled with then i closed my locker

i wonder what he want’s to show me

he smirked and then started walking down the hall to the exit

once we got to his car he told me to get in

so it involves us going somewhere…

i got in the car and put my seatbelt on but Luke didn’t start the car just yet

which i found weird

he turned to look at me.. why does he look nervous..

“You know me,Cal and Mickey and Ash have been thinking of starting a band?” he said

i nodded my head and then he continued

“Well we sort have been working on this EP for a while and i want your opinion” Luke said

i was surprised about this

he wants my opinion

i couldn’t help but smile at him

“Okay.. play it” i said to him

he turned his car on and put this CD into the player..

the song started to play and then i heard Cal’s voice

“Back in high school we used to take it slow

Red lipstick on and high heel stilettos

Had a job downtown working the servo

Had me waiting in line couldn’t even let go

‘Cause I never wanna be that guy

Who doesn’t even get a taste

No more having to chase

To win that prize

You’re just a little bit out of my limit

it’s been two years now you haven’t even seen the best of me

And in my mind now I’ve been over this a thousand times

But it’s almost over

Let’s start over

we have been driving for a while”..

(Out of my limit by 5sos)

the song stopped and Luke was quiet

wow i didn’t know he could sing that good and i didn’t know Calum had a voice like that!

they sound so good together

i couldn’t help but feel the butterflys in my stomach

i want to hear it again

“Well…” he said

i looked up at him, he looked nervous

“I loved it” i said to him

he smiled and then he leaned forward and smashed his lips against mine

Our lips pressed together and the kiss started getting deeper, his tounge waited at your lips for permission and i gave it to him.

he pulled me over to his side of the car so you would sit on his lap.

he bit your bottom lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he gripped your hips, slowly grinding his hips into yours.

i felt him grow from underneath me so i pulled away

“Luke we are in the school parking lot?” I said to him trying to catch my breath

“I need you” He grinned mischievously before attaching his lips against my neck.

i deep moaned left my mouth and i knew i needed him as well

“Get in the back” Luke said seriously..

i smirked at him and then i climbed into the back, very unlady like

Luke followed behind just as my back pressed against the seat,he smirked as he moved me so i was laying down my head pressed into the door.

it was uncomfortable but when i felt Luke’s lips against my neck it was forgotten about

As you wrapped your arms around his neck,Luke gripped your hips moving you so you were in his lap barely breaking the kiss as he did so.

We broke the kiss off and i pulled his top over his head, my hands moved up his defined torso and onto his shoulders.

he is in such good shape.

You pulled him closer to you, sucking on his neck just above his collar bone, grazing it lightly with your teeth.

I could feel Luke growing even harder against your thigh as he took off your top, throwing it onto the front seat before undoing your jeans.

He pulled them down your legs, leaving kisses on your skin as he did so, before you kicked them off of your ankles.

He took off his own jeans, before doing the same with his boxers.

he is big.

i always forget how big he is..

He moved so i was laying down again,His impressive erection seemed to beg for you as he quickly pulled down your pants, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Are you ready baby?” he asked looking into my eyes

I couldn’t be more ready, i’m glad there is no foreplay because i am soaking enough and i need him now.

“Yeah..fuck me please..”

Luke smirked at me and then his lips reconnected with my neck and he started sucking hard..

he pushed my legs apart with his hands and then he broke away from my neck

he leaned over and grabbed his jeans and lifted out a silver foil packet, he opened it with his mouth and then he rolled it on himself

“ ready?” he said smirking at me

i nodded my head

He positioned himself at my entrance and thrusted into me

“Fuck…” i moaned

His thumbs lightly pressed into your hips as his wet kisses moved to your breasts, his thrusts becoming harder as he sucked and kissed all over your chest.

As your fingers tugged at his hair, he groaned, reaching down to rub your clit with his thumb.

“Are you close Y/N?” Luke  asked

i couldn’t speak

i have lost my voice

i nodded my head and he smirked

he thrusted harshily into me and i came.

i came so hard.

“Oh my god..” i moaned arching my back of the seat feeling my orgasm take over my body

“Fuck..i’m gonna cum” Luke said

i felt him fill the condom inside me, i clenched around his cock as he released into me letting my orgasm take over my body

Luke pulled out, i tried not the feel sad with the lose of contact as he sat up..

i couldn’t move, i knew i would be sore for a few days

he leaned back on the seat as my legs draped over his naked ones

“Fuck that was good..” Luke said once he got his breath back

i was about to speak when there was a knock at the window

me and Luke both turned to look to see who it was


It was Hannah and Mrs Brandon the Principal

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Put a ring on it!

Originally posted by hemmo1996b

“And you look like a douche, you’ll fit right in.” You heard Dean say as he slapped Sam’s back in the other room.
You chuckled to yourself, “He can’t look that bad.” You yelled from the bathroom while you fixed your makeup.
“Oh no, he’s right, (Y/N/N), I look like a douche.” Sam replied.
You quickly walked out of the bathroom, in a short 50’s style floral halter sundress and a pair of wedge sandals, to witness Sam’s attire and immediately you heard a cat call whistle. “Yowza! Sweetheart you look great!” Dean hooted. “Doesn’t she look good, Sammy?”
Sam cleared his throat, “uh yeah… she looks real nice.”
“Tell me again, why do you get to play her husband on this case? “Dean asked in a jealous tone.
“Because…we are closer in age, so that’s more believable.” Sam responded.
“Also Sam can act like a much better douche than you can, Deano.” You added mocking Sam.
“Hey, hey, that is no way to talk to your husband.” Sam sassed back.

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Behind The Album - Harry Styles Mini Series - Part 7

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

Part 6

“HAROLD!” Nick shouted when Harry walked into the fish and chip shop a few minutes after leaving the house. 

“Heeey,” he laughed wrapping his arms around him in a hug. 

“About time you decided to grace us with your presence,” Nick said. 

“Yeah, well unlike you I was working,” he smirked. 

“Oh yeah, cause lounging by the pool in fucking Jamaica is working,” Nick rolled his eyes. 

“It is! ” he defended. “Anyway, I’m hungry,” he said making his way to the counter. 

After they got their order, they sat down and Harry put his phone on the table. When he did, his lock screen lit up revealing a picture of you in Jamaica. It was one of his favorite photos of you. You two were laying in one of the hammocks near the private beach watching the sunset. He tried sneaking a picture of you without you knowing, but you turned to look at the camera just as it snapped. You had a genuine smile on your face in the picture and you looked perfect to him, it became his lock screen photo ever since. 

“Hold the fuck up,” Nick said grabbing his phone. “Who is this lovely young lady?” 

Harry reached for his phone as all of the blood rushed to his cheeks in an attempt to get it back. 

“Did you have a secret little rendezvous in Jamaica, mate?”  Nick smirked. 

“Yes… and no,” he mumbled finally able to grab his phone out of Nick’s greasy hands. 

“I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me,” Nick said. “Tell me everything, spill the tea!” 

Harry rubbed his hands over his face. “Why must you be all about the gossip?” 

“I’m in the radio business, what do you expect?” He smirked. “Plus, I’m your mate, your best mate, at least I thought I was, yet, you seem to be very apprehensive in telling me about your little lock screen lady.” 

Harry sighed taking a bite of his chip before throwing it back in the basket. “Her name’s Y/N and yes we hooked up in Jamaica, but not in like a one-night stand type of way.” 

“Annnd?” Nick said. “There’s more, I know it, so spill it, Styles!” 

“Jesus, will you shut the fuck up,” he groaned. “We don’t need the entire shop knowing my shit.” 

“Sorry, it’s just you’re fucking dragging this shit out. It’s like ripping off a band-aid,” he said. 

Harry sighed. “She’s my girlfriend… and my videographer.” 

“Shit, girlfriend? Already, you certainly move fast,” Nick said. “And she’s your videographer, as in, she works for you? Does that not complicate things?”

“It didn’t really happen all that fast. I mean we were living in the same house, spending all day together practically, so eventually feelings developed and it just felt right,” he said. “And yeah, she technically works for me, but it hasn’t complicated things yet,” he shrugged. 

“Where’s she now?” Nick asked. “You two are still like together right?” 

“Yes, she’s at my house actually,” Harry said. 

“Wait, she’s already living, living with you?” Nick asked. 

“What? No, she’s staying with me. I have some things to be done here in London, so she’s here for that and why should she pay for a hotel room, that’s she wouldn’t even be at, to begin with,” he said. 

“So, I take it… you two… are uh…sexually active?” Nick asked. 

“Oh god,” he groaned. “Really?” 

“What? It’s a valid question,” he defended.

“Yeah, and you’re sounding like my Mum right now,” he said. “We’re not talking about this.” 

“I’m gonna take that as a yes,” Nick smirked. “Look, I’m glad you found someone and you seem happy, plus she’s fucking gorgeous and I can’t wait to meet her. But how come she didn’t come tonight?” 

“She’s getting some work done,” he said. 

He nodded. “Well, she can’t work all night can she?” 

“Actually, she can,” he laughed. “There were times I found her in the kitchen after midnight in Jamaica and she was editing away.” 

“And let me guess, once you declared your love for her, you found other ways to keep her up at night,” he joked. 

“Seriously?” Harry groaned throwing a handful of chips at Nick. 

Nick laughed and went back to eating his food like nothing ever happened. 


After spending hours in front of your laptop, you finally decided to call it quits once your eyes started crossing and the sun had gone down. You figured Harry would be back soon, so it was a perfect time to stop. You looked through the kitchen to see if there was anything to cook, but there really wasn’t much. You decided to call for some food to be delivered since you didn’t exactly know when Harry would make his presence back home. 

Another hour went by and you had already eaten. It was still early in the sense of a night out, so you decided to relax your muscles in a nice warm bath. You poured you some wine and went up to the bathroom to start the water. Luckily, you found some candles and some bath bombs to use, so you through it in and lit the candles. You turned on some music before undressing and getting into the water. 

This wasn’t exactly the same as the hot tub back in Jamaica, but it was better than nothing. After a few minutes in the tub, you heard footsteps walking into the bedroom. 

“Y/N? Baby, you up here?” Harry said.

“In the tub,” you said. 

Harry walked into the bathroom and smirked. “Did you steal one of my bath bombs?” 

“Yep,” you smirked taking a sip of wine. 

“Really? I can’t believe you would just do shit like that and not let me join you,” he feigned shocked. 

“Well, I never said you couldn’t join me…” you pointed out. 

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he said quickly taking off his shirt and pulling his jeans down with his briefs in one motion. “Now, scoot over.” 

You laughed moving to the side as he got in and he pulled you back towards him once he was situated. 

“Have fun with your friends?” You asked. 

“Yeah, Nick and I met at the Fish and Chip shop before we met everyone else at the pub,” he said. 

“I’m surprised you’re not drunk,” you giggled. 

“Jamaica was enough for me to get drunk for a while,” he laughed. 

“Yeah, I remember,” you said. 

“I feel like I should tell you that Nick knows about us,” he stated. “He saw your picture on my phone and started asking me all these fucking questions, so I kinda had to answer. It was either that or being known as a weirdo having a random girl as my lock screen.” 

“Oh, well, I mean it’s fine. He’s one of your good friends, so I don’t see why he shouldn’t know about us,” you said. “It’s just… does he know I’m not just your girlfriend?” 

“Yeah, he knows you’re my videographer too,” he said. 

You nodded leaning your head against his chest. “Do you think anyone would find it odd or have an issue with us working together and being together?” 

“I don’t see why they would. Plenty of couples work together,” he said. 

“True,” you nodded. “And we’re pretty good at keeping things professional when they need to be… at least one of us.” 

“Excuse you, I’m always professional,” he said.

“Yeah, okay,” you joked. 

“Anyway, our friends and family knowing about us is one thing, but I would rather none of the public finds out quite yet,” he said. “I just want us to have our privacy, you know?” 

“I understand,” you said. “Of course, I don’t think people really know who I am, so I wouldn’t be all that interesting.”

“Trust me, my fans can find out anything…” he laughed. 

“Well, they are dedicated,” you said. 

“That they are,” he nodded kissing your head. 

“Now, when am I meeting your sister and mother?” you asked. 

“They’re coming down tomorrow evening, so we’ll be meeting them for dinner,” he said. 

You nodded. 

“Are you nervous?” He asked. 

“A little, this is a huge step, you know,” you said. 

“I know,” he whispered. 

You turned around to face him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

“How much work did you get done?” He asked. 

“A lot, actually,” you said. “I’ve edited the entire Jamaica trip down.” 

“Oh, wow, that’s a lot of footage,” he said. 

“Yeah, a lot, although you made most of it unusable because you were just so professional,” you joked. 

“I’d love to see that one day,” he smirked. 

You rolled your eyes. 

“Anyway, since you got work done, does that offer of me getting you for the rest of the night still stand?” He whispered. 

“Hmm, guess so,” you smirked. 

He smirked running his hands down your back and putting them on your bum before giving it a little squeeze. “Good,” he whispered before pressing his lips to yours.


The following morning, you woke up as the sunlight peeked through the curtains in the bedroom. Harry’s arms were wrapped around your and his hands were cheekily cupping your naked chest. You rolled your eyes with a laugh as you looked behind you at him. 

“Really?” you asked. 

“Shh. I’m sleeping,” he mumbled with his eyes closed. 

“No, you’re not, you’re feeling me up,” you said. 

“No, I’m not,” he joked. “My hands just landed there…” 

“Yeah, I bet,” you laughed. “Just like my hand just landed here,” you said reaching behind you and touching him. 

“Ah, your hands are cold,” he whined jerking back. 

You laughed turning around to face him. You leaned in towards him to kiss him when your stomach started to growl. 

“Sounds like my baby’s hungry,” he laughed. 

“Apparently,” you laughed. 

“I’ll order something to be delivered, I don’t feel like cooking anything,” he laughed. 

“Lazy ass,” you joked. 

“What? I had a really long and tiring night,” he smirked. “Do you blame me?” 

You laughed. “Order our food,” you said. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he smirked. 

You giggled standing up and grabbing his shirt to put on before going into the bathroom. You brushed your teeth, washed your face, and fixed your hair a bit before following Harry downstairs. You made some coffee in the Keurig for the two of you and handed him a mug. 

“Thanks, baby,” he said kissing you quickly. 

You smiled closing your eyes and soon there was a knock on the door. 

“Oh, I’ll get it,” you said. 

“There’s cash in my wallet by the door,” he said. 

You nodded grabbing a few bills and opening the door. “Uh… hi,” you said to the two women standing on the other side of the door. 

“Y/N, is that our food?” Harry asked walking up to the door. 

“I don’t think so,” you said. 

“Mum? Gemma? What are you doing here?” He asked sneaking up behind you and looking at them, as they stared at you. 

‘Shameless’ (US) Sentence Starters 

          WARNING: This meme, like the show, is very vulgar and most of it is NSFW mainly due to profanity.

❛ A shrink at school says I’m one of God’s mistakes. ❜
❛ Ain’t you the queen of silver linings! ❜
❛ All teenagers are sex addicts. ❜
❛ Alright shithead, this is like the two hundredth time I’m calling and you not picking up. I’m starting to get fucking homicidal. Call me the fuck back. I’m worried about you. I love you. Call me back. ❜
❛ Alright, you gotta get me out of this car. I’m getting too horned up. ❜
❛ An accident? Where his penis just slipped into your vagina? ❜
❛ Another word and I’ll blow your brains all over the fucking linoleum. ❜
❛ Are you going to leave? ❜
❛ Choose a gender and find someone who wants to fuck. Preferably for free. ❜
❛ Christ, I am tired of being poor. ❜
❛ Circle doesn’t start with ‘s’? What the fuck? ❜
❛ Come here. Get in my forcefield. ❜
❛ Did the two of us finish off an entire gallon of box wine the other night? ❜
❛ Did you purposely order a Sex on the Beach so I’d say it to the gay bartender? ❜
❛ Do whatever the fuck you need to do. I’ve got this. ❜
❛ Does he get that look in his eye when he’s with you? ❜
❛ Does she make you happy or is it just about the sex? ❜
❛ Eat my ass! ❜
❛ Everybody always leaves. ❜
❛ Front door was locked so I came in the back. No pun intended. ❜
❛ Happy is overrated. Grow up. ❜
❛ I believe the answer to that question, like the answer to most questions, is ‘fuck you.’ ❜
❛ I did everything for you, but you’re so fucking blind! ❜
❛ I did it all for you. You might even want to say thank you. ❜
❛ I don’t get how you have a kid and not give a shit what happens to it. ❜
❛ I don’t get it. Half of the world has penises, why do people get so upset about seeing them? ❜
❛ I don’t give a fuck. I’m happy to knock your fucking teeth out. ❜
❛ I don’t go onto Facebook, okay? ‘Cause I don’t give a shit about whose pet just died or who just checked in at the fucking McDonald’s. ❜
❛ I don’t know how much more I can take of that before I stab him/her in the neck with a broken beer bottle. ❜
❛ I don’t love you! ❜
❛ I haven’t had a drink for two days… Well, granted, I was unconscious. ❜
❛ I just came here for a fucking beer, alright? ❜
❛ I know that shit, bitch! That’s a cat! ❜
❛ I made a list of the top 50 stupidest things I’ve done and all 50 were when I was drunk. ❜
❛ I never thought I’d say this, but you were right. ❜
❛ I saw you smile. ❜
❛ I think you deviated my septum! ❜
❛ I thought it might be different this time. ❜
❛ I trust you. That’s bigger to me than ‘I love you.’ ❜
❛ I want you to take that shiv and jam it in his eye. ❜
❛ I will make this kitchen my bitch. ❜
❛ I would never leave you. Ever. You gotta know that. After everything we’ve been through, you kind just have to know that. ❜
❛ If you’re gonna talk shit at least do it right. ❜
❛ It smells worse than a dead hooker’s ass in there. ❜
❛ It wouldn’t have happened without you. ❜
❛ It’s a shame when someone you love gets taken away, isn’t it? ❜
❛ It’s never about me and I’m finally making it about me! ❜
❛ I’d be crying right now if I wasn’t so high. ❜
❛ I’d trade my left nut for one more hour of sleep. ❜
❛ I’m gonna beat your ass like a piñata until candy falls out! ❜
❛ I’m not a tool, so you don’t get to treat me like one. ❜
❛ I’m not homeless, I told you. I have a home, I’m just not welcome there. ❜
❛ I’m not my dad. You hear me? I’m not my fucking dad! ❜
❛ I’m probably biased, but you deserve better than him/her/them. ❜
❛ I’m sick of living in your shadow! ❜
❛ I’m taking care of me for a change, not him/her/them. ❜
❛ I’m the only thing that passes for a responsible adult that you’re gonna find. ❜
❛ Keep laughing or I will slit your throat in your sleep. ❜
❛ Last message, promise. Wherever you are… Bye. ❜
❛ Let’s be honest, he/she is my last chance at happiness and that’s more important than video games and masturbation, right? ❜
❛ Let’s go get drunk and buy a gun. ❜
❛ Look at me, I can’t go to jail! I might as well wear heels. ❜
❛ Men are never right. That’s why women were invented, to think for you assholes. ❜
❛ Name a single time I’ve ever let you down. ❜
❛ Next time, I’m gonna break both of your fucking knee caps, ‘kay? ❜
❛ No one gives a shit who you bang. ❜
❛ No one likes to hear a grown man whine. It’s like the verbal equivalent of a dude wearing UGGs. ❜
❛ No one’s ever been as good to me as you have. ❜
❛ No, no, no, no, no, no. The bat is for killing, not for taking to school. ❜
❛ Not everybody just gets to blurt out how they fuckin’ feel every minute. ❜
❛ Not to be a dick or anything, but you have been kind of a whore. ❜
❛ Oh shit, I’m sorry. You know I would’ve never said that to your face. ❜
❛ Oh, don’t mind me. I accidentally took three of my pills instead of one. ❜
❛ One of my unspoken rules is you don’t fuck somebody else when we’re on a date. ❜
❛ People fuck up. That’s life. ❜
❛ People like us, we can be happy. ❜
❛ Random destruction makes you think of me? ❜
❛ Really? That’s all you’re gonna say? ❜
❛ See that? They’re digging your grave. And you wanna be gone before they get that to six feet. ❜
❛ Seriously, I don’t mean to be an asshole. It’s just genetic. ❜
❛ Should I apologize or leave? …I’m gonna leave. ❜
❛ Show of hands, how many of you, at one point or another, wanted to see me dead? ❜
❛ Some girls are just jerks. ❜
❛ Stop acting like the world is out to get you when it’s so clearly dropping gifts at your feet. ❜
❛ Stuff just happens sometimes. ❜
❛ The best part of making a baby is that you get to have sex while doing it. ❜
❛ The first rule you hide in this house: You hide the goddamn money! ❜
❛ The only way to make money when you’re poor is to steal it or scam it. ❜
❛ We both know my only options are getting pregnant or getting arrested. ❜
❛ Well, he may look like he’s in a boy band, but he’s got a point. ❜
❛ Well, if you need me I’ll be across the street in the bushes, stalking you. ❜
❛ What are you hoping, I tell you not to go? ❜
❛ What the fuck are you looking at? ❜
❛ What you and I have makes me free. Not what these assholes know. ❜
❛ Whatever. Liking what I like don’t make me a bitch. ❜
❛ When she/he/they say ‘fuck you’ it means ‘I love you.’ ❜
❛ When you focus on other people’s problems, it’s a lot easier to ignore your own. ❜
❛ Where can I get knives and blunts? ❜
❛ Why would anyone go to the zoo sober? ❜
❛ Will you? Wait? Fucking lie to me if you have to. ❜
❛ Yeah, it gives me more time to buy drugs and fence stolen goods. ❜
❛ You can’t own a motto! ❜
❛ You could do things with your tongue that would make a rattlesnake blush. ❜
❛ You deserve to get out, even if you don’t take me with you. ❜
❛ You did okay. You tried. It’s a lot more than most people would do. ❜
❛ You don’t love me. ❜
❛ You have made me happy. I’ve never been very happy. ❜
❛ You have to let me go. You have to let me let you go. I need you to do that for me. ❜
❛ You know that jagermeister really makes you chatty, right? ❜
❛ You know what? Nothing’s ever your problem. Make it your problem! ❜
❛ You know where I live if you have a problem. ❜
❛ You know, having a Russian sex worker isn’t ideal for child care. ❜
❛ You say that again and I’ll rip your tongue out of your head. ❜
❛ You take care of everyone, but no one takes care of you. ❜
❛ You think you scare me? Bring it, bitch. ❜
❛ You want to get shit faced in the middle of the day? Vodka’s best. Believe me.  ❜
❛ Your coochie smells like brimstone and Sulfur. ❜
❛ You’re a loud, mean, vicious bitch. ❜
❛ You’re better than anyone I’ve ever met and you deserve to get out. ❜
❛ You’re kind of growing on me. ❜
❛ You’re not lost. You don’t need finding. ❜
❛ You’re nothing like anyone I’ve ever met. You make me want to enjoy my life again. ❜
❛ ______ doesn’t have any friends. Only people he/she/they haven’t pissed off yet. ❜

What Are The Odds? - Part 4 (Final)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,308

Summary: Before the reader left for college, she had a one night stand with Dean. Eight years later, Dean learns that he has a daughter in an interesting way.

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“I didn’t realize you felt that way. I mean…I knew you liked me because I’m awesome but…” You ramble on.

“I know. I kept it to myself.” Dean chuckles making you blush.  

“Weird how things turn out.” You say quietly.

Dean nods his head and watches you sitting at his kitchen table.

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Pick SomeoneWho’s Supportive

Ok something very exciting happened to me last night. I have been on another planet literally since and just can’t keep it to myself anymore. I ran it by some friends on here I trust a ton (sslarrysettingsail, bromanceshmomance, and pianolouis) and decided to go ahead and share. It’s super long though, so you may want to grab a beverage and get comfy.

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Rule of Thumb

Requested: no

TW: abo, alpha dean, dubcon issues, use of alcohol, weed, sex, knotting, breeding kink, depression, body issues

Summary: Dean Winchester is satisfied in his life as a mechanic at the family shop, but that doesn’t mean Mary Winchester is happy her 37 year old alpha son is unmated. So she does what any mother would do, she medles. They’re used to the blind dates and hook ups until an omega shows up in town, an omega who has a rule of thumb not to trust alphas. 

Originally posted by dreamweightjensenacklesontopofme

It was raining heavily in the middle of the night. Mary Winchester didn’t mind, it was good for her plants, after all April showers did bring May flowers. The sound of the rain wasn’t what woke her up, it was the emergency phone for Winchester Automotive. She rolled over, smacking John across the face for him to get up and answer the phone. 

John grumbled, but answered the phone, his expression and tone softening when he heard the fear in the voice of the girl calling. “Okay sweetheart, I’ll be right out with a tow truck. Just wait in your car.” 

Mary got up to make a pot of coffee and call Dean to meet up with John at the shop. John kept a tow truck in the back field of the family farm for cases like this. He started the engine and drove to the Gas in Sip just off the interstate. 

He scanned the lot, quickly spotting the red Mustang. Pulling up beside the car, he got out, cautiously walking toward the driver’s side. His nose flared slightly as a gentle, omega scent filled his nostrils. No wonder she was so scared on the phone. John softened his expression and smiled as she got out timidly. 

Lavender. She smelt like lavender. “I’m John, we spoke on the phone.” 

“Y/N.” Her reply was soft. She had a slight edge and he couldn’t deny the sharp inhale she made when she smelt him. 

To Y/N, all alphas were the same. They built you up with promises they wouldn’t keep and would throw you out the minute you became an inconvenience. She gave him a quick once over, relaxing slightly at the gold band on his finger. At least he wouldn’t hurt her. 

“Well Y/N, you go on and get in the truck and out of the rain. We’ll go back to the shop and see what is what and then go from there.” 

His alpha tone was stern yet comforting. She knew not to think twice and did as he said. John Winchester seemed to know what was best, and right now that meant keeping her safe. 

On the other side of town, Dean Winchester thankfully had an excuse to leave the horrendous date he was on. The girl was sweet, really, but he was allergic to cats and he got the impression her’s were a top priority.  He paid for her drinks and grabbed his keys, going to open up the shop.  Winchester Automotive had a policy, a set of morals really, that they should be available 24/7, and he didn’t mind. Saving people kind of was in the job description. 

Dean opened up the shop, turning on the lights and getting the bay open and ready. They probably couldn’t fix it tonight, but he would try. He eased back into the front desk, propping his feet up on the desk. Seger, the shop guard dog, happily trotted over to lay his head in Dean’s lap. 

He hadn’t had his eyes closed long when the door bell went off. His green eyes fluttered open at the same time his nostrils twitched. A wave of calm crashed over him at the scent filling the shop. Dean looked up, a slow smile spreading across his face at the sight of his father and the small little omega beside him. 

“That’s my son, Dean. He doesn’t always sleep on the job.” John winked at Dean before going back into the bay. “She’s got a beautiful car, but I think the engine is shot.” 

Dean was still trying to recover from the high feeling of the unmated omega In front of him. “Oh?” 

Y/N didn’t know why she was blushing. This Dean guy was an alpha, a no go, but damn his black t shirt was incredibly tight. And his green eyes reflected the ceiling lights and gave the illusion of a twinkle. “Yeah” she finally sighed moving away from the strong scent of whiskey. “My baby just died on me, I mean I know she was having some trouble but, she just died.” 

Dean stood up, earning a whine from Seger. He walked over to join your side watching John under the hood. Seger whined and followed after a Dean, tilting his head slightly. He nudged at the back of Y/N’s legs. “Sorry.” Dean quickly apologized going to pull the German Shepard away from the girl, but she shook her head. 

“Hey there buddy.” Y/N momentarily forgot about the overpowering scent of alpha. She got down on her knees, becoming eye level with the dog. “You’re a good boy aren’t ya?” The cooing was too much for Dean to handle. 

“His name is Seger.” 

Y/N’s eyes sparkled slightly, looking up at Dean. “Nice taste.” 

John kept his smile to himself and put the hood back down. “I’ve got good news and bad news.” He wiped his hands on a towel and leaned against a tool bench. 

“Bad news first please.” It was hard for Y/N to distract herself from the dog, but she managed to pull it together. 

“Your engine is shot.” John said simply. For Dean, the strange feeling of happiness at the news was concerning. 

“Where’s the good? I’m a broke, college dropout.” And there was the cynicism. The thoughts were starting to creep in, all the ways these two alphas could ruin her. They would take her car, she was going to be in so much debt she would have no life meaning. 

The two Winchesters exchanged a soft glance. There was a story behind you, no one really just drifts through Kansas for kicks. “There is good darling. We can get the part in tomorrow and have you out of here by the end of the week.” 

Y/N awkwardly shifted her legs as she mulled it over. She wasn’t going anywhere specifically, that wouldn’t be an issue. Money was the issue. Her savings was running short and there was no chance in hell of her asking her parents for help. Running a hand through her slightly greasy hair, she bit her lip. “Do you guys take credit cards?” 

John opened his mouth to answer simply, but Dean was getting anxious. There was a pretty girl with a nice car who loved his dog standing right beside him. “As a matter of fact we do.” His charming personality made it difficult to resist smiling. He stretched his arm around Y/N’s shoulder, noticing a slight agitation but no protest. “And for pretty girls in mustangs we’ll just charge you for the part.” 

If John wanted to give him hell he could, but right now Dean just wanted the pretty girl who smelled like lavender to be smiling. And she did. “I, that’s not fair of you. I’ve already dragged you out of bed at” she glanced up to the clock on the wall “1:35 in the middle of the night. I can’t ask you for that.” 

John shook his head. “You didn’t. We offered.” Alphas and chivalry was not a cocktail Y/N knew well. 

“What’s that thing Sammy does?” Dean clicked his fingers in thought. “Quid pro quo?” 

Y/N squeaked out a sigh, the last bit of youthful innocence that remained in her urged her to hug them, but she could only muster up a relaxed shoulder shrug. “Thank you.” 

Dean gave her shoulder a squeeze, reminding her of his presence there. “Mom up?” His eyes scanned John’s face. “We can lock up and take her home.” A flirtatious grin stretched across his face. “Unless you want to come to my place.” 

Y/N tried not to give into the charm and instead focused in on the trunk of her car. “The cops don’t have to get involved do they?” 

The two alphas shook their heads, suspicion running through them. “No, why?”

“Um, I, no reason.” An embarrassing laugh echoed through the shop. 

“Damn aren’t you sketchy?” Dean laughed.

John rolled his eyes and went to go lock up. “Seger’ll keep a watch out for your baby. Mind if we ride with you Dean, I assume you want to stay the night.”

Dean nodded leading Y/N out toward a “67 Chevy Impala?” His eye brows quirked up in admiration. 

“You have your baby, I have mine.” 

The cozy feeling from earlier was slowly fading. Fear took control again as she realized she was going to be left alone in a car with not one, but two alphas. Y/N fell silent, and remained silent until they arrived at a charming farmhouse with the front lights on. 

They were met at the door by a gentle looking blonde who reached out and pulled Y/N into the house. “How do you take your coffee?” The house smelled…homey. Mrs. Winchester, at least that’s who Y/N assumed she was, had a faint scent of sugar and caused Y/N to relax ever so slightly. An omega was a comfort. 

“I’m fine, thank you though Mrs. Winchester.” Y/N didn’t keep much from her parents, but she kept her manners. 

Mary shook her head, giving Y/N a pat on the arm, “nonsense. You’re still damp from the rain, go on into the living room and I’ll bring you something to eat.” Her smile was so achingly maternal Y/N had to fight the fondness. She was going to be in for a long night. 

{Reaction} EXO's child walking in on them talking about sex

(Reaction) EXO is babysitting their kids and they over hear their dad talking about sex with their mom (reader) to the fellow members {pretty please.}

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Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by sehunniez

Chanyeol spoke proudly to Kyungsoo in the kitchen about your previous night. His eyes glinted with mischief as he lead against the counter while Kyungsoo moved around the kitchen, cooking up some dinner for Chanyeol,  your daughter and himself. But what the pair weren’t aware of, was the small girl stood in the doorway, listening to the tail end of the conversation.

Chanyeol: “Hopefully she’ll be pregnant again, I’ve wanted another one since {child’s name} was born-”

{Child}: “So that’s what you were giggling about this morning! Mummy is going to have another baby? Isn’t that when you share a toothbrush and then a baby goes in your tummy? I’m never sharing mine, ever!”

Chanyeol: “Uh yeah… That’s how it works, sweetheart.” *nervously fidgeting as Kyungsoo smirks to his expense, Chanyeol heard Kyungsoo mutter a small “karma” as the noodles began to boil.*

Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Kyungsoo usually doesn’t talk about this kind of thing with his friends, but on the rare occasion that the topic was brought up, he decided to talk through it with one of his trusty friends, Kai. The two of them talked of their own experiences, until they heard a voice coming in the room.

Kai: “Sounds like you had fun last night”

{Child}: “Yes they did, they were bouncing on the bed or something. I could hear it from my bedroom.”

Kyungsoo: *Scarred for life and will probably never talk about sex again unless he knows no children are around to hear about it.*

Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by yixingofficial

Like Chanyeol, his night had been one that he was hoping for another child. He talked about it proudly with Minseok as the child stepped inside, he started to blush as his child started to question him on the topic.

{Child}: “So you were making a baby? How do you make a baby?”

Baekhyun: “Well… you need some… ingredients.”

{Child}: “Ingredients? Like vitamin D?”

Baekhyun: “Yeah, pretty much.”

Oh Sehun

Originally posted by damnitsehun

Sehun grinned as he talked to his band members about yours and his previous night, he grinned accentuating how amazing it was when he saw his child walk inside and stopped immediately, but apparently he hadn’t been quick enough to shut up, because the child sat down and looked at him with those innocent, wondering eyes.

Sehun: “It was just so good.”

{Child}: “Daddy what’s good?”

Your child would be the biggest meme, just like their father oml

Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Yixing explained to Baekhyun about your night alone. Your child had been staying with Baekhyun for the night as this had been planned since you were both hoping for another child. But Yixing obviously hadn’t been as quiet as he thought he had been, though it was a good thing the child had an imaginative mind.

{Child}: “Daddy I can’t believe you wrestled Mummy! I hope you have her a plaster if you hurt her.”

Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by jikain

Jongdae cringed as he heard his daughter enter the room as he slipped that you may or may not be having a baby to one of his friends and that he’d really made sure he gave you his all. Literally.

Jongdae: “It’s not something you have to worry about baby-”

“But how does the baby get in there? I thought they were brought by Leprechauns.”

Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by secrethideoutme

Yours and Minseok’s child is a little older, and is old enough to realise that your significant other is talking about his sex life with his friends when they enter the room, looking appalled.

“Dad! I can’t believe you - you’re so old! I- My friends better not hear about this! I never want to hear about this again!”

Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by zitao-vevo

Tao doesn’t have much awareness, so when he starts talking to Kris about your sex life, he doesn’t even consider that your young child might come into the room at any given moment. But of course, karma isn’t far behind, and it strikes in one of the worst possible times.

{Child}: “Daddy what’s a dildo?”

Tao: “How about I let Uncle Kris explain that to you while I go and get some tea.” *Dashes out the room.”

Kris: “Oi!”

Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by oh-prankster

Junmyeon stopped talking as your child came and sat in the room with her notepad and pens. She was drawing something, and Junmyeon exchanged relieved glances with Yixing as he thought you may have overheard what you were saying. The child looked up, they may not have heard the conversation, but they did hear something the night before.

{Child}: “Daddy, why does Mummy call you Daddy too?”

Suho: “I-… Well-… oh honey that’s a lovely picture, what is it?” *Nervous as Yixing is giggling in the background*

Lu Han

Originally posted by harlysquad

Luhan chuckled, explaining that he and you may have been a little too loud a couple of nights ago while getting frisky in the bedroom to Sehun. He thought he had got away with it, your child hadn’t mentioned anything about it. But of course, that silence was never going to last.

{Child}: “I know why Mummy and Daddy were making strange noises, it’s because they were sad because it’s Friday the thirteenth and that’s unlucky”

Luhan: “There’s nothing unlucky about Friday the thirteenth,baby, it’s just a silly superstition”

{Child}: “Really? Because I heard Mummy being sick in the toilet this morning, isn’t that unlucky?”

Luhan: *Makes a mental note to buy a pregnancy test*

Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by kaibility

Jongin talked with Chanyeol about the night you had spent together loudly in the living room, his eyes glinting as he mentioned that you may finally be pregnant again. But as Chanyeol was in the middle of congratulating him, a small voice entered the room, making Kai’s cheeks flush with embarrassment.

{Child}: “Why are there things that women can do that men can’t? Like, Mummy is probably going to have a baby since I just heard you talking, but why can’t men have babies?”

Kai: “Well…. I- uh”

{Child}: “Because I’d rather be able to grow a mustache or a beard than have a baby. Besides, you can remove a mustache, you can’t remove a baby”

Kai: “Trust me honey, it’s tempting.”

Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by holymotherlandkorea

Yifan had to explain to his child that you and him were “playing games” in the bed last night, like twister and bouncy castles, just so they didn’t know the truth behind those bed squeaking noises and the sounds of both of you in unimaginable pleasure. He fiddles with his hands, hoping his child believed his story.

{Child}: “So that’s what you were doing last night. I knew you were doing something in bed. But why wasn’t I invited? I like playing games too.”

Kris: “It’s a special game honey… I also need to make a mental note to sound proof these rooms.”

thirty days of skam fic: day fifteen
aka isak is a pizza delivery boy and even is a very charming customer

beginning. accusation. restless. leaves. rainbow. flame. formal. under. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. cans. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. tent. mad. thousand. paper. winter. luxury. letters. promise. simple. future.


Getting a job at a crappy takeaway pizza place was probably one of the stupidest decisions of Isak’s life. He didn’t really have much of a choice, though; he really had to start earning some of his own money since his dad was always slow when Isak needed some, and the hours were flexible enough to work around college, and particularly helpfully, his flatmate was the manager, so he’d managed to get Isak the job without actually having to apply for anything.  

But it’s definitely not fun work, even if Isak is getting more exercise than he ever has in his life from pedalling his bike all over the city. He just wasn’t designed for the customer service industry, he decides as he sighs and edges a little further into the back room where they keep the packaged cheese. His shift is almost up, and if he can just wait it out a few more minutes without getting put on a delivery, he can probably go home before –

“Isak! Delivery for you!”  Isak groans as Eskild’s sunny voice rings through the store cupboard, swiftly followed by his face appearing in the doorway. He tuts, “Honestly, you have to stop hiding in here.”

No. Isak likes hiding in the store cupboard.

“Can’t you send someone else?  I only have fifteen minutes left, Eskild!”

“Sorry baby, no can do. They asked for you specifically.”

Isak blinks, thinking what the hell, until Eskild is suddenly waving the order ticket  in front of his face, and – oh. Right there, in the little box on the online order form that says ‘Delivery instructions?’ someone has typed out, send the cute delivery boy.

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BabyDaddy!Cal Pt.10

A/N: Sorry that this took so long you guys, but I deadass rewrote and deleted this three times. So, this is the fourth and final draft and I’m pretty satisfied with it. Yall finna hate me with this ending though, plus I mapped out what I want to happen all the way to chapter 20 ;). Well, you know 100 notes and feedback please. I hope you cutie pies enjoy

**WARNINGS**: Mentions of sexual acts

Parts: one,two, , three, four, five, six,seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty{END}

“Y/N,” Ashton began as he sighed through the phone,“Don’t freak out, but-”

“I know, fuck, I know.” She interrupted. “I fucked up.”

“No, it’s okay. They were bound to find out anyway and-”

“But I’ve could’ve prolonged it!” You shouted.“I wasn’t thinking when I left the house last night and-”

“Y/N, calm down. It’s okay.” He reassured,“Just get some rest.”

Once he hung up the phone you let out a loud groan as tossed yours to the side, mentally beating yourself up about what you had caused. Because of your carelessness, the whole world now knew that you were pregnant.

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When Eyes Meet: Part 1

This series feature’s my OC Kit, and her family. Below are links that provide more information. Enjoy!

“He lost his shoe, Diane. His shoe. How does a certified genius lose his shoe?” Diane, the planner for the event simply smiled, before taking a piece of pastry and popping it in her mouth.

“And then there’s Aki, she’s joined the theatre club. I’ve been listening to her and Maia run lines for the past week, and to be honest, I don’t know if I can take much more.” Diane’s smile widened, and Kit took a deep breath before trudging on in her rant,

“On top of that, Seth was suspended… again. And oh, yeah he’s failing math and science.” Kit focused on her friend before asking, “Seriously? You have nothing to say?”

    Diane brushed her hands off, swallowed her bit of food, and then smirked, “Only what I’ve been saying for the past four months. You need a vacation.”

    Kit felt her face slip into a deadpan, before her mouth twisted into a scowl, “You’re not funny.”

    Diane leaned over the counter, “Just a weekend Kit. They can survive for a weekend.”

    Kit envied Diane, the woman had no clue what went into raising two teenagers and a boy genius. She was blissfully unaware of the constant teacher phone calls, the exaggerated, blown out of proportion arguments, lost shoes and books, and the nagging of a know-it-all aunt who wanted to take over. Kit could feel her hair graying by the day, and it was a damn shame. Her hair was pretty.

    “How about just a night. We both have Wednesday and Thursday off. You can get a baby sitter and we can PARTY!” Kit said nothing as she removed food from the oven. “Come on Kit you’re twenty five, not fifty two! We should have some fun.”

    Kit turned and stared at her friend, “I’m a single mother to three kids Diane. They come first, and that means putting my party days behind me.”

    Diane’s pout was on par with Aki’s, “You’re no fun anymore Kit. Come on don’t you want to relive the good old days? Central City, the clubs, the drinks?”

    Kit smiled, “That’s why they call them the good old days… they’re in the past.”

    Diane shrugged, “Fine, fine, but one of these days you and I are going out again.”

    Kit nodded, “Try me when Natsume turns eighteen. Now then, how’s the setup going?”

    Suddenly the party girl was gone, “We are right on schedule. Tables are set up, servers are arriving, the sound system is set up, and the band is unpacking as we speak.”

    Kit let out a sigh of relief. Kit had found out very quickly that restaurant hours were not great for raising kids. With the help of Anna Bailey, Kit had started a catering business. She had brought on Diane three months in, to handle the actual running of the events. A party girl who knew how to work a room, Diane was the perfect personality to mix with the high profile clientele they mixed with on a regular basis. It also allowed Kit to hide in the kitchen away from prying eyes.

    After several successes for Blair’s Flare Catering, Kit had begun to get calls from the rest of Gotham’s socialites. She stayed fairly busy, and was able to provide for her siblings. With a smile Kit watched Diane leave the kitchen in favor of overseeing the circus outside of her kitchen.

    Kit moved around the kitchen seamlessly, moving in unison with her kitchen staff. The food was well on it’s way to being ready, and Kit was feeling confident. She may not be the best mother in the world, but she was a damn good chef.

    “Miss Blair.”

    Taking a deep breath Kit turned towards her employer for the evening, giving a small smile she said, “Good evening Mr. Pennyworth.”

    The older man had a kind face, but he was a snoop. She’d kicked him out of the kitchen a number of times, and she had long figured out that this kitchen was his baby. It was pristine with all the latest gadgets. It was organized in a very specific way, and Kit could tell that it was taken care of with love.

    “Everything is going well I hope.”

    Kit smiled, “Everything is right on track. The food will be ready soon, and my event coordinator tells me that all the guests are comfortable and well taken care of.”

    “Indeed, the appetizers are going over very well. They’ve received more than a few compliments.”

    “I’m glad.”

    “Mr. Wayne in particular liked the crabcakes.”

    Kit blinked a few times before asking, “Mr. Wayne … as in Bruce Wayne.”

    The smile over the butler’s lips was kind, “Indeed. He just recently returned from traveling abroad. This function serves not only as a fundraiser for the Wayne charities, but as a welcome home party as well.”

    Kit nodded, “Well then, I’m glad he’s enjoying the party.”

    Mr. Pennyworth smiled and said, “Indeed Ms. Blair. Now then, are you sure you don’t need any help.”


    Kit was forced to hold back a smile at the way his face dropped ever so slightly, before watching him turn and walk away. With a smile she turned back to work.

    Bruce Wayne had always considered galas a necessary evil. While they allowed him to raise money for the Wayne Foundation, they were also a mix of the smarmiest people on the earth. He hadn’t missed them in the eight years he’d been gone. However, his training had left him with certain abilities, at the top were fighting and escape. However he had also learned evasive maneuvers, and misdirection.

    In the three hours since the gala had started he’d only found himself in conversations for a few minutes at a time, before he was able to pass it off to someone else. The evasive maneuvers came in hand when dealing with the hoard of socialite women looking for their perfect match.

    Bruce wanted to laugh at the number of women trying to catch his eye, to have their right eye be the same shade of brown as his left. He’d briefly considered putting in a color contact to fool people into thinking he’d found his soulmate while he was away; Alfred had quickly squashed that plan.

Grabbing another crab cake from a passing server he veered left as Lilian Evertseen peeked over the crowd searching for him. He slipped outside into the cold Gotham winter and let out a breath of relief. That woman had been after him since before he had left. He’d finally met her gave on just to make a point. It hadn’t stopped her. She was determined to get her hands on him and his family’s money. It had gotten so bad, that it had become a running joke in Gotham’s highest running social circles. She had even earned the name Lillian the Bruce-hound.

Bruce took in a deep breath of winter air, before patting the inside of his jacket for a cigar. He cut the tip, before lighting it, and taking a deep drag. It had been years since he’d had one, and Alfred has been kind enough to slip a few into his tux coat to get him through the night.

He enjoyed the peace and quiet for a moment before the hints of a one sided conversation caught his ear. He followed the sound of the voice. It was female and more than a little exasperated.

“Yes Aki, I understand that the music is loud …yes I can hear it through the phone … yes … yes … No … Because you’ve spent the last three weekends at Maia’s place … Oh really, I hadn’t realized our apartment was so much smaller, you know what … you might be better off finding that shoe box you keep talking about … yes I’m serious …go find yourself a shoe box …I take that as a compliment … Yes put Natsume on the phone … what do you mean you can’t find him? Have you checked under the sink? I’ll wait …”

Bruce took another drag of his cigar before peeking around the corner. Immediately his mind began to analyze; Asian descent, most likely Japanese, mid to late twenties, and exhausted from the way she was propping herself against the wall. He pulled back and continued to listen.

“Hey bud, is there any particular reason you’re reading under the sink … oh … I didn’t know that. That explains the shoe at the very least … yes …okay …no … after your bedtime … Well I miss you too. The good news is I have tomorrow morning off, maybe we can go for pancakes … Well I don’t think a Japanese restaurant will be open that early …OHHH you want me to cook?”

Bruce peeked around the corner to find her smiling. She was pretty when she smiled. And then as though in slow motion, Bruce watched as her head turned towards him, their eyes met, and everything went white. Everything else disappeared, she became the only thing he could see, and from the way she was looking at him, he’d bet an arm that the same was happening to her.

As the light faded, he watched her stand, and her finger hit the red button, before he heard her whisper, “Well damn.”

Babygirl Be Quiet - G.D


@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.

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“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”.

Fan Reality (Seth Rollins X Reader) Chapter 3

AN: Here’s chapter 3. Enjoy!

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We stood there for a while. Just staring at each other. He stood about 3 feet in front of me. Strands of his hair kept blowing with the wind. Another Seth Rollins shirt adorned his person, including a pair of black joggers and a zip up black hoody.

He is extremely handsome. I always knew this, but seeing him in real life had given new meaning to that statement. He was pretty enough without looking feminine, but he held a definite masculinity to him. There was also a certain kind of intensity his good looks held, especially his eyes. It wasn’t an uncomfortable kind, no, no. It was the kind of intensity could easily excite you, capture you, and draw you to him like a moth to a flame.

He began to make his way towards me, slowly. It was like he was being cautious, afraid if he moved to quickly I’d run away.

He was a couple of inches in front of me now. Our eyes were locked in an endless staring contest. I didn’t want to look away. I couldn’t look away. His eyes, they held something. The way he was looking at me was  if he knew me already. It was like they were imploring me, begging me to get to know him as well.

“Hi” He breathed out, eyes trailing over the features of my face like he was trying to commit them to memory.

“Hi.” I said just as breathlessly. We smiled at each other, amazed by the fact we were face-to-face. 

“Can I hug you?” Seth asked, looking unsure of himself.

I smiled even wider at the question. I didn’t expect him to act this cute. “Come here.” I said, opening my arms.

He laughed at the gesture, walking straight into them. I melted into his embrace. I snuggled my face into his chest as my hands grasped the sides of his jacket. His arms encased my body tightly. It felt nice to be held by him. He felt safe and secure. I could’ve stayed in that embrace forever.

I felt Seth remove himself from the embrace before he cradled my face in between his large, warm hands..

“You are so beautiful.” Seth said, as he traced my cheeks with his thumbs. I was extremely flustered by his compliment and by the way he was gazing at me. He was looking at me as if I were the most amazing thing in the world. His eyes were so tender, almost loving. Why was he looking at me that way?

The sound of my phone ringing startled us both. Seth backed away so that I could retrieve it from my purse. It was my brother. I was so focused on meeting Seth I completely forgot that my family was waiting for me in the arena.


“(Y/n)? Where are you? Did you get lost?” My brother asked worriedly

“Calm down, bro. I’m okay. I just ran into………a friend from college.” I lied. I didn’t want to tell my brother who I was really with. He’d have a fit.

“Who? Is it a guy?” He asked, nosily.

I rolled my eyes at the line of questioning. “No, it isn’t a guy. It’s my friend Laura. I haven’t seen her in a while and I want to catch up. She’ll give me a ride home afterwards.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“No, Idiot! I’ll talk to you later.”


I hung up before he could continue pestering me.

I looked up at Seth to see a smile on his face.

“Are you ashamed of me?” Seth asked, smiling even wider.

I laughed at the ridiculous question. “No. I just assumed you wanted this to be low key.” That was the truth. I haven’t told a single soul about Seth.

“You haven’t told anyone about us talking?” He asked.

I shook my head no. He took in my answer, nodding his head slowly.

“That’s probably for the best. I haven’t said anything either. I want us to get to know each other a little better.”

“That’s understandable. Wouldn’t want any rumors going around.”

Seth made his way back into my personal space. “I’m not worried about rumors. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable with this. With us.”

Us. What exactly did that mean? Us as in friends? Lovers? That would explain the look he was giving me earlier. I didn’t want to dwell on what that label could possibly mean.

“I guess we’ll figure things out as we go.” I said, giving him a little smile.

“Yeah, I guess we will.” He said, returning my smile. “C'mon, let’s get outta here.”

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“Oh, come on! How is Parkway Drive a better band than Bullet For My Valentine?” I asked Seth, nursing my third drink at the bar we were at.

“How are they not?! They constantly put out good shit. Can’t say the same for Bullet.” Seth answered, smirking at me.

“Did you really just go there?“ I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“Sure did, babe.”

I shook my head. “So disrespectful.”

“Just telling the truth.” He said, laughing.

I rolled my eyes at his response.

“You look so much prettier when you don’t roll your eyes.” That earned another eye roll.

“Now that’s disrespectful.”

“Serves you right for dissing my favorite band.”

“How will I ever make it up to you?” Seth asked, placing his left arm onto the bar and leaning into me. I started squirming in my seat.

“How about going to a Bullet concert with me one day. Then you’ll have to admit just how fantastic they are.” I answered, hoping and praying he would accept the request.

He gave me a heart warming smile that lit up his whole face. “It’s a date.” I internal swooned when he said the word “Date.“ “But, you have to agree to go to a Parkway Drive concert with me?”

I smiled at the condition. “It’s a date.” I said, repeating his words.

“Good.” He breathed out, eyes still locked with mine.

I felt my face heat up once I realized how close we had gotten to each other during our little exchange. Our faces were only a couple of inches apart. I nervously broke the eye contact and took a sip from my drink. When I glanced back up at him, he was still watching me, humor filled eyes taking in my flustered face.

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Seth couldn’t believe he was here, in a bar, talking about metal bands with the girl he had been infatuated with for almost half a year now.

He didn’t know what to think when he first saw her standing there in the parking lot. His emotions were a big, jumbled up mess. He was excited, happy, nervous, afraid. But when he heard and saw his name fall from her lips, he could’ve sworn he felt his heart skip a beat.

Right now, he was watching her watch couples dancing to the slow music that was playing in the bar. There was a little smile on her face as she watched. Did she want them to do that? Did she want to dance?

Seth raised himself from the stool he was sitting on. (Y/n) turned to look at him when he did this.

“May I have this dance?” Seth asked, gazing at the woman’s surprised face.

She smiled and held her hand out. Seth grabbed it gently and led her out toward the dance floor.

Once they made it there, Marvin Gaye’s Let’s Get it On started playing. Seth and (y/n) looked at each other before laughing.

“Well, that certainly sets the mood.” Seth said, wrapping his left arm around her waist and grasping her left hand with his right one.

“Yes, it does.” She said, smiling shyly at him.

They swayed together on the dancefloor, focused in on the feel of each other.

There’s nothing wrong with me loving you, baby, no, no. And giving yourself to me can never be wrong if the love is true.

Seth had both of his arms wrapped around her waist now, and both of her arms were wrapped around his neck. They clung to each other, moving together as one. Seth was lightly tracing the bottom of her back with the fingers of his hand. He felt her shiver at the movement. She snuggled her face into the side of his neck.

C'mon, baby. Let your love come out if you believe in love. Let’s get it on.

Seth was rubbing his hands up and down the sides of the woman’s waist. She was playing with the little hairs at the back of his neck, revelling in the amazing feeling of his hands on her body, making her womanhood come to life.

I know you know what I been dreamin’ of, don’t you baby? My whole body makes that feelin’ of love. I’m happy

She was trailing small kisses up Seth’s neck, to his jaw, playing with the facial hair there before running her hands down his firm chest. Seth let out a soft moan, pushing her into the bulge that was swiftly forming in his pants.

You don’t have to worry that it’s wrong. If the spirit moves you, let me groove you good. Let your love come down.

Her hands were making their way up his shirt and hoody, now. Seth cursed lightly when he felt her cold finger tips trace his belly button and lower stomach. He kissed her temple before ghosting his lips across the soft skin of her cheek. She angled her head toward his and their mouths met in a slow, steamy kiss.

Seth brought his hands to her face, holding it as he deepened the kiss. (Y/n) removed her hands from under his clothes, and wrapped her arms around his middle.

Their first kiss was more amazing than Seth thought it would be. It set his lower stomach ablaze and his cock strained painfully against his skinny jeans. He was lost in the taste of her. The feel of her body fitting so perfectly against his. He wasn’t entirely certain before, but he was now. Seth wanted this woman. He needed her.

When the broke apart to get some much needed air, Seth whispered something into the woman’s ear.

Oh baby, let’s get it on

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“Fuck.” I cursed, as Seth ground his hips into mine. I was on my back and he was in between my legs. Our hand were all over each other, trying to pull one another’s clothes off.

He raised himself up on his knees to yank his hoody and t shirt over his head. I was aroused at the sight of his bare chest, but it also made me nervous.

He leaned over me again, and attached his lips to mine in a dominating kiss. My heart started thumping in my chest, but not out of excitement. Images of another set of hands roaming my body were being replaced with Seth’s. I could hear screaming and yelling. It was all too much.

I began pushing against Seth’s chest, but he wouldn’t budge. When he touched my check, I felt the slap of another hand on it.

“No! Please, stop! STOP!” I screamed, pushing at his chest with all my might. Once he was off I quickly jumped off the bed.

I didn’t make it far, though. Seth quickly grabbed me by my forearms.

“(Y/n), what’s wrong?” He asked, looking at me with worried eyes.

It was getting harder to breathe now. My skin broke out in a cold sweat and I was shaking badly.

“(Y/n)!” I jumped at the sound of my name, flinching, scared that I would be hit for my negligence.

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Seth was confused and scared right now. He didn’t know what happened. One minute they were all over each other and now she looked like she was having a panic attack.

He tried calling her, but she wouldn’t respond. She was shaking badly now and kept saying sorry over and over again.

Seth led her to the foot of the bed, and kneeled down on the floor in front of her.

“(Y/n), please, tell me what’s wrong?” He pleaded, holding onto her hands.

She was starting to calm down now. Her breathing was returning to normal and her eyes were coming back into focus.

“Seth, I’m so, so sorry. I thought that I would’ve been able to do this.” She said, eyes filling with tears.

“Babe, you don’t have to sleep with me. I’m sorry for pushing you too far.” Seth said, bringing her hands up to his mouth, lightly kissing them.

“It’s not your fault, Seth. I was all over you at the bar.”

“That still doesn’t mean I had to pounce on you like some horny jackass.” Seth said, littering her knuckles with kisses.

They were silent for a while after that, not sure of what to say or what to do.

“Why did you react like that when you thought we were gonna have sex?” Seth asked.

The woman quickly snatched her hands away from Seth. “None of your business.” She seethed, giving him a heated glare.

Seth was hurt by the look she was giving up. He thought they were getting along well. He thought she liked him. He thought he knew her, but that didn’t seem to be the case as of now.

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I felt like a piece of shit. Seth didn’t do anything wrong, but here I was getting angry at him.

I couldn’t look at his face. The expression there was breaking my heart.

“I’m sorry, Seth.” I said, willing the tears away that were falling from my eyes. “I’m just not comfortable with sharing that with you yet.” I wasn’t even comfortable enough with myself to think about it most of the time. I received help and thank God I don’t have that problem anymore, but it still made life a living hell sometimes. Especially when it came to forming any kind of romantic relationships.

“Please don’t cry. I’m sorry for intruding.” Seth said, getting up off of the floor to sit by my side.

“Thank you, for being so understanding.”

“Look at me, (y/n).” I heard Seth say.

I did what he asked me to do. I was blown away by the tenderness of his gaze. “I don’t ever want you to feel pressured into doing anything for me. I want you to feel like you can talk to me about anything, and know that I won’t judge..” He gently pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “I know I have a long way to go before earning that privilege, but I am willing to do whatever it takes to get to that point.”

“Why would you do all of that for me?” I quietly asked.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I don’t know why I’m drawn to you the way that I am, but the more I get to know you, the more I begin to understand.

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

He gave me a small smile. A smile filled with many things. Sadness, yearning, comfort. “You’re a giving person, (y/n). You give and give and give, and expect nothing in return. You give your time to volunteer work. You give your time to your little niece that adores you. And now you’re giving it to me. But there was also another person you gave your time to that didn’t deserve it. This person hurt you in ways that I can’t imagine. And that changed you.”

“Now, you don’t have to tell me who this person was or what they did to you right now, but eventually you will. All I know is that I have this urge to take care of you, (y/n). I want to do so much for you that it hurts my heart to think about it sometimes.

There were tears in Seth’s eyes at this point. My heart was clenching at his words. I was more than at a little touched at this point.

“You are an amazing person. I don’t know why it was you that caught my attention, but I’m glad that it was.”

I should’ve been alarmed by the fact that this man who was practically a stranger knew so much about me, but I couldn’t find it in myself to be. All I wanted to do was stay in this room with him. All I wanted to do was be with him.

I grabbed his face with shaky hands and brought his lips to mine.

“Seth,” I started once I pulled away from the kiss, “I want to try this with you. I can do it now.” I said, feeling my heart swell and my arousal as well due to his kind actions and sweet words. I had nothing to fear.

“We don’t have to do this.” He said, kissing my forehead.

“I know that, Seth. But I want to.” I said, bringing my lips back to his.

He began to respond to the kiss, lightly playing with me bottom lip and running his hand through my hair. I Angeles my head to the side, slanting my mouth more fully against his. He grabbed my waist lightly in response, slightly opening up his mouth to lick at me bottom lip.

I moaned at the contact and he slipped his tongue in. Our tongues danced together, playing an erotic game of cat and mouse. He ploundered my mouth with ease, claiming it as his own. Drawing sounds of pleasure from deep within. It had been a long time since a man made me feel this good. I was quickly becoming addicted to it.

“Are you sure you want this, (y/n)?” Seth asked, pulling away to look me in the eyes.

“Yes, Seth. Please, make love to me.” I begged. He let out a low moan before placing his lips back on mine, even more firmly this time.

He gently laid me down on the mattress below us, making quick work of the clothes that covered my body.

“I enjoyed seeing you in my shirt, but this is even better.” He said, heated gaze tracing over my almost bare form in my plain, black bra and panty set.

It amazed me that this beautiful man found me appealing. That he found me attractive enough to arouse him.

He took his right hand and ghosted it across my chest. I felt goosebumps at the intimate contact. He didn’t stop until he reached the clasp at the back of my bra. He undid it with ease and tossed it to the side. “Beautiful,” he muttered before he took the stiff peak into his hungry mouth.

I moaned at the contact, loving the way he handled my body. My panties were sticky with my juices now. I was bucking my hips into Seth in search for friction.

He made his way to the other breast, making sure to give that one just as much attention as the other one. I continued to brush my clothed pussy into his bulge, enjoying the feeling it was giving my sensitive clit. I needed Seth. I needed to feel him inside me. Filling me up. Pushing in, and out. In, and out.

Seth kissed his way further down my body, hands now playing with the waistband of my underwear. He gently pulled the fabric down my legs. He threw them to the ground and brought his face up to my exposed vagina.

“You’re soaking wet, babe. You really want me to make love to you?” Seth asked, using his fingers to spread her throbbing pussy lips wide, little dripping hole clutching at the air greedily.

“Yes, please!” I begged, pussy on fire due to his probing fingers.

I watched as he brought his mouth to my second set of lips, kissing them as intently and gently as he did the ones on my face.

I gasped at the contact, pussy convulsing violently. It had been so long, I could already feel an orgasm building.

Seth flicked my clit with his tongue repeatedly, enjoying the sounds I’d make every time he did it. He covered my pussy with his mouth, sucking it hard, before shoving his tongue in the opening.

I cried out at the sensation. Seeing him with his face buried in between my legs coupled with how amazing he was making my pussy feel, I came right there. My eyes screwed shut, back arching, and hands clutching at the bed sheets. My body felt incredible. I didn’t want the oragasm to end.

Seth kept lapping at the moister coming from my pussy until I came down. Once he got his fill, I heard him stand up and removed the rest of his clothes.

I didn’t get a chance to look at his naked body. When I opened my eyes back up, Seth was back in between my legs, kissing my neck and rubbing his hard, heavy penis up and down my sensitive pussy lips. We were both moaning at the sentation.

“You ready?” Seth asked, tip of his rock hard shaft placed at the opening of my pussy.

“Yes! Please!” I moaned out, desperate to feel his thick cock enter me.

Seth placed his lips on mine before pushing his shaft inside my body.

I yelped into the kiss, body not used to being this full. He moved in and out slowly, delicately. I was thankful for that.

“Ah!” I gasped when his cock brushed up against as certain place deep inside my pussy. I felt my canal grasp at his cock tighter and tighter as he repeatedly pushed his cock up against it, pushing inside my wet heat harder and harder.

“Right there, baby?” He asked in that scratchy, husky voice of his.

“Oh, God, Yes!” I moaned out, body racked by the pleasure caused by his thick cock rubbing and fucking the tight heat of my vagina.

Seth grabbed my hands and raised them above my head, pushing his cock harder into my tight pussy. His thrust were powerful, but not fast. He was taking his time, enjoy how my pussy would spasm around his cock, trying its hardest to draw it’s seed into my pussy. I wanted to cum so bad at this point, and I wanted him to cum as well.

“Are you close, (y/n)? You ‘bout to cum?”

“Ah, yes, Seth! Keep pushing your cock in me!” I moaned lewdly, rising my hips up to meet his sharp, calculated thrust.

“Oh, shit!” He cursed, bringing his mouth to my ear. “You’re so beautiful, babe. You feel so incredible, squeezing my cock like that. You want me to cum in you?” Seth asked, voice deepened even more by our efforts.

“Seth, cum in my pussy, baby. I want you to fill me up so bad.” I whispered in his ear, cursing when I felt his hands grab at my wrist even harder, and felt his cock fuck my pussy even harder, picking up the pace.

“Cum for me! Cum all over my cock!” He demanded, pumping his cock into me almost roughly now, forehead pressed into mine.

“Seth!” I screamed, vaginal walls grasping at his thick cock tightly, making it harder for him to thrust in and out. I heard him yell my name soon after, filling my pussy up with his sperm as my pussy continued to milk it out of him.

Seth was kissing my face and showering me with praises as I fell asleep. That was the best sleep I had in years.

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Seth woke up the next morning feeling fantastic. He had amazing sex the night before with his dream girl, and now he was waking up to her. He knew he had a lot of explaining to do, especially when it was time to explain to her how he really discovered who she was, but he’d take things one day at a time for now.

When he turned over to tell his companion good morning, there was no one there.

“(y/n)?” Seth called. There was no answer.

He got up and went to the bathroom. No one was there. He made his way back to the room and saw that all of (y/n)’s stuff was gone.

What the hell?, Seth thought to himself.

He quickly put his clothes on and grabbed his phone. He ran out of the hotel room and punched in the first floor once he made it into the elevator. He tried calling her while he was waiting, but he got no answer.

Once he made it to the first floor, he ran to the front desk.

“Excuse me, have you seen this woman?” He asked, showing the person a picture of him and her that he took last night at the bar.

“Yes, she left a couple of hours ago.”

“Thanks.” Seth said, heart breaking as he took in the person’s words.

When Seth made it back into his room, he slid down the wall next to the door.

He rested his head inside of his hands, a thousand questions running through his head.

There was one that stood out the most.



This took forever to finish, but I think I like how it came out. A lot of questions will be answered in the next chapter. For example, like how Seth knew what he knew about the reader. What actually happened to the reader? Will Seth and the reader be together? Will they even meet up again? Hmmm, who knows? Please, let me know what y'all thought about chapter 3 and as always thanks for reading ❤❤❤