okay so i didn't know should i put some text...or not.

My boyfriend told me over text that he didn't know the Minotaur story
  • Boyfriend: I... I don't even know the story that well babe, I can't even say xD
  • Me: Okay so
  • Me: Poseidon gives a bull to King Minos, the best and shiniest bull you ever saw, and he's like "You can have this, but only if you promise to sacrifice it to me later" and Minos is like "Sure yeah okay man whatever" so Poseidon sends this bestest bull ever galloping up out of the salty sea spray, and everyone standing around is like "Hot fuck look at that bull" And Minos agrees, and he likes the bull SO much he decides to just quietly sort of...keep it. And he does kill a bull for Poseidon but it's one of his own, lame normal bulls, and Poseidon's no pushover so of course he notices.
  • Me: Poseidon is also notoriously easily angered, and he's royal pissed about this, so he comes up with one of the most devious punishments ever, and he infects Minos' wife Pasiphae with a desperate, DESPERATE thirst for the bull. Like she can think of nothing but getting some of that hot Bull D.
  • Boyfriend: ..........Thefuck.
  • Me: But it's hard to convince a bull, especially a divinely spawned bull, to fuck you if you are in fact not a cow but a human queen, so she comes up with a plan
  • Boyfriend: I thought some god comes down in bull form and fucks her??
  • Me: Ohh, no no no, that's the much much more tame story of Europa, who has sex with Zeus in bull form. This is different
  • Me: She goes to the best inventor she knows, Daedalus, and she's like "I need this bull to fuck me I NEED IT" and Daedalus is like "That's really weird maybe you should talk to someone" and she's like "I am talking to you and I am your queen so you better fucking make this happen for me I am going to peel my own skin off if I don't get some bull dick ASAP. But he doesn't want me because I am not fat, four-legged, and mooing."
  • Boyfriend: Oh..... oh no.
  • Me: So Daedalus shrugs, probably shudders a little, and builds the prettiest, most fuckable wooden cow a bull ever saw, but he makes it hollow, presumably with some openings in some awkward places.
  • Boyfriend: OH GOD. NO.
  • Me: So Pasiphae puts this monstrosity in the field with the bull, climbs in it, and waits. And Daedalus really is a skilled inventor, and he apparently knows what a bull likes, because Pasiphae finally gets the hot bull loving she's been dreaming of
  • Boyfriend: I........ I need an aspirin. That is disgusting.
  • Me: Only she apparently hasn't been tracking her cycles, because she gets pregnant, and births the minotaur and King Minos is like "What the fuck?" and Pasiphae is like "Honey I need to tell you something"
  • Me: And that is how it happened
  • Boyfriend: That is NOT HOW THAT WORKS
  • Me: Welcome to Mythology.
12x21: A Scene Rewrite

    a/n:  I haven’t even watched it buuuuuuuut I’m pretty sure this is better.

     DEAN:  Sam, we got a letter from Eileen. 

     SAM:  A letter? Why didn’t she call or text?

     DEAN: It says she was scared the Brits were after her but she’d find a safe place. She left a trail in Ireland that should keep them looking for her there. Says she’ll see us soon if everything goes okay Down Under. 

[DEAN looks at SAM quizzically.

     DEAN:  Does she know anyone in Australia? 

     SAM: …I think I know where she is. 

[SAM and DEAN enter the Bunker. A pool of blood leads just around the corner of the war room. SAM and DEAN pull their weapons and ease around the corner to see the body of TONI BEVELL with a dagger in her chest. SAM runs to the kitchen to find KETCH slumped over the table, dead.]

     EILEEN: Welcome home, boys.

[EILEEN flexes her hand, the Enochian brass knuckles on her fingers. She puts down a cup of coffee. Her hair is down and wet, like she’d just had a relaxing shower.]

     EILEEN: Hoped it would be okay if I crashed here for a while. You had some visitors, but I took care of them. 

[SAM rushes her and hugs her like he’s never going to let go. He smiles because her hair smells like his shampoo.] 

     EILEEN: Sam. I’m fine. 

[SAM’s eyes well up with tears.]

     SAM: I know. Of course you are. 

[SAM cradles EILEEN’s head in his hand and continues to embrace her. He starts to rock slowly. DEAN smiles at EILEEN and gives a little wave before walking out of the room.]  

About Ivy’s perfume...

So hey, I’ve seen lots of posts going around about Oswald, Ivy, and the perfume. This is what the fandom consensus seems to be: When Ivy tells Oswald about her perfume and puts it on, she’s trying to use it on him. The expressions she then makes as Oswald continues to talk to her are her being all “what the hell, why isn’t this working on him? Ohhhh okay, he’s gay. That explains it.”

I really don’t think this is the case, based on a few things.

First of all, when Ivy puts on her perfume in front of Oswald, she does not make him smell it up close. Sure, he might have caught an ambient whiff, but he did not come into super-close contact with its source or where it was actually applied. This seems to be the circumstance needed for the perfume to do its work - that’s how we see Gabe and one of his thugs come under its control! Cannoli Guy sniffs Ivy’s neck, and right away, the camera effects tell us the perfume’s working on him. Same thing with Gabe. Ivy makes him smell her wrist where she put on the perfume, and again, we see the same camera effects. He does as Ivy commands (and it should be noted he doesn’t swear loyalty to Oswald because Ivy didn’t tell him to do so, and maybe because of the perfume’s additional truth-telling properties? idk, I’m not quite sure about the latter).

That doesn’t happen with Oswald. Ivy just puts the perfume on and tells him what it does. She says, and I quote, “I have this perfume - one whiff, and a man will do anything I ask, including telling the truth.”

This leads me to my next point: Ivy intends to use her perfume on Gabe, not Oswald. Throughout Gabe and Oswald’s whole interaction, Ivy is off to the side, arms crossed. She keeps eyeing Gabe…

…looks to Oswald when he presents his plan, and then…

…back in Gabe’s direction, looking overall not okay with what’s going on.

Ivy’s a clever girl. Also? She’s seen some shit. She had an abusive home life. After losing both parents, she lived on the streets. She saw the kind of people who did their dealings in the shadows and even worked with some of them. It makes sense that she’d instinctively catch on to Gabe. She steps aside and tells Oswald her suspicions, and when he doesn’t believe her? She happily offers a way to prove it. This is in keeping with Ivy’s character and her connection to Oswald.

The thing is, Ivy isn’t an inherently malicious or controlling person, at least not now. While she’s definitely a survivor and does what she can to take care of herself (and occasionally manipulates people to get what she wants), she’s also very naïve and caring. She could have left Oswald in the river to die, but she didn’t. I think it’s worth noting throughout the series, we keep seeing Ivy tend to things - pidgeons, psychedelic mushrooms, plants in general. Now, she tends to Oswald, too. She spends weeks bringing him back from the brink of death. She doesn’t have to, but she does anyway because, at the moment, that’s the kind of person Ivy is.

But it’s more than that. As she continues to nurse our poor birb back to health (she does mention he still has a fever) and carries out his wishes, Ivy truly believes Oswald is her friend. That’s why she keeps reminding him he’s not alone. That’s why she sends for Gabe like he asks. And that’s why she tells him about and puts on the perfume - so that Oswald knows he has another option, one that Ivy is happy to use for him. Because they’re friends, and that’s what friends do.

And the looks she gives him when he keeps talking, telling her how he’s leaving and basically doesn’t need her? That’s Ivy feeling confused and hurt.

Before anyone gets angry, I’m not saying it wouldn’t be cool for Ivy’s perfume to have no effect on Oswald because he isn’t attracted to women (or specifically Ivy)! That would be an awesome caveat to explore, and I am absolutely all for it! All I’m saying is that that doesn’t appear to be what happens in 3x16.

Car Radio

This was requested by @blue-greenstylinson a while back. I’m so sorry it’s taken so long to get out! (You’re a sweetheart for being so patient with me, I swear hope I’ll never let an ask sit this long again. You’re the best!) -Emma

Also I couldn’t decide on what type of drug Tyler would be so I made him like two types

The music at the party made it near impossible for anything to be heard in the house. This didn’t bother Tyler at all. In fact, it pumped him up even more. This was the first party he had been to in California that Mark wasn’t hosting, and he had been really looking forward to this. Unlike at Mark’s parties, Tyler didn’t have to worry about something being posted on Mark’s channel. Tyler didn’t mind being on Mark’s channel, but he always found himself holding back on drinking when he knew the party would be posted about. He didn’t want to set a bad example for the fans.

This party was different though. His friend Luca was hosting it, and unbeknownst to Tyler, Luca had quite a wild side.  It wasn’t long before Tyler was handed a drink, and over the course of the night he had downed enough drinks to put a college frat boy to shame. 

After doing some shots with Luca and some of his friends, Luca made a suggestion that blew everybody’s mind. 

“Hey, hey, guys. Karaoke?” 

Tyler gasped. “Luuuucass you'rea geniuss that sounds uh-mazingg!”

Luca laughed. “Scheid, I think you’ve had a little too much to drink. I think you’re good for now.”

Tyler pouted and followed Luca to a little makeshift stage where the karaoke machine was placed, slightly stumbling  along the way. Luca cut off the music, causing everyone to stop and groan.

“Hey bro! Turn the mussic back on that was my jam,” a voice yelled.

“Calm down, calm down. I was thinking it would be fun to do karaoke. Any takers for the first song?” Luca announced.

“I’ll go first Lu,” Tyler offered, stepping onto the stage. 

“You sure Ty? What song?”

Tyler nodded. “Surprise me. And I just want to say Luke,” Tyler burst into laughter. “Luke, I am your father.” More laughter. Luca rolled his eyes and passed Tyler the mic. Not too long after, Vanilla Ice’s “Ice Ice Baby” filled the room. 

Tyler able to get through the “Ice ice baby” parts, but he made incoherent noises during the rap parts. He stupidly danced during it, earning cheers from the crowd. This encouraged him to dance more. In the middle of a move that looked like a hybrid of the tranky doo and a mime riding a motorcycle, Tyler got too close to the edge of the stage and tripped off of it. Luckily for him, he landed on his feet, but crashed into the guys standing by the stage. Luca quickly rushed over to him. 

“Woah there Tyler, I think you should go. Gimme your phone, lemme call somebody for you.” 

“Ooooh, Ethshould come he would love this and he would have so much fun. Lucky you are so smart today.” Tyler continued gush about Ethan to Luca, who quickly grew annoyed by it. 

“Well, I texted the Ethan guy in your phone, who I’m assuming is “Eth”. He should be here any minute now.”

Tyler gasped again. “Ethan’s coming here?! Oh god I hope he’ll wanna hang with me, he’s reeeally cool and I’m not, and he just-” Tyler suddenly sniffled and his eyes slightly began to water. “Lila he means a lot and I really hope he shows.”

Almost as if on cue, Luca spotted some tiny kid with bright blue hair looked around, confused. 

“Tyler, is that your friend?”

Tyler turned around and barreled towards his friend. 

“Ethy you made it! I missed youu!” Tyler exclaimed, tackling Ethan in a hug. Ethan had to pry Tyler off of him.

“Well of course I’d come, wait are you crying? What’s wrong?” Ethan observed. 

“I’m not crying there was just this ummmm, this craazy curse that makes a water fall on my face.” Tyler explained, thinking this is perfect, he’ll never know.

“Uh, huh. Now who’s Luca? I want to thank him for getting me.” Ethan asked, looked around again.

“I’m Luca. Thanks for coming for him. I know he appreciates it. He would not be able to drive like this. Here’s his phone. ” Luca stepped forward and held out Tyler’s phone.

“Thanks man, I appreciate it. Tyler are you ready to head home?” Ethan directed his attention back to Tyler. 

“Ooooh, youre taking me home? I cant waait. Bye Luccyyy.”

Ethan struggled to get Tyler in the car. Once on the way home, Tyler became suddenly interested in everything in the car. 

“Eeeeth, can we do karaokaaay?” Tyler begged, opening and closing the air conditioning vent.

“Karaoke? I guess.” Ethan answered, turning on the radio. Tyler cheered. The song on was “Chandelier”. Tyler began screeching along with the song and Ethan couldn’t help but to laugh and sing along. The rest of the ride home went like this. 

As they neared their house, “All of Me” began to play. Tyler belted along, messing up the lyrics, and then completely improvised the chorus. 

“ ’Cause ooooliveee meat  rubs ooooliveee juice, blue blue blue blue hair all your hair is blue blue blue. Give your soull to me, give my soull to you. I like your bluee face ohhhhhh ohhh.”

Tyler finished his version of the chorus as they pulled into their driveway. His version caught Ethan off guard, and he blamed it for Tyler being drunk. That didn’t stop his face from flushing.  

“Ethan did youu like my song for you, ohmygod you are so red are you sunburnt? I’ll fight the sun for you.” Tyler became concerned while he examined Ethan’s blush.

“No, no, no. I’m fine. Let’s get you to bed, shall we?” He avoided the subject of his flushed face and helped Tyler out of the car.

“Okay! Bye-bye Mr. Radio!”

anonymous asked:

Can you do 1 on that fanfiction thing?

Yes, I can! And we’re sticking with Jackcrutchie because they have gone from being adorable and cute to true OTP. Here we are…

Jack stared at the clock in the corner of the room, willing the hands to start moving faster. Behind him, he could hear Romeo and Specs chanting “summer, summer, summer.” They were so close. So close to freedom. Jack felt a soft tap at his elbow and turned, surprised at how nervous Crutchie looked. “Hey, can I talk to you ‘bout something?” Crutchie asked. The blonde boy scuffed his shoe on the floor, twisting his hands anxiously.

“Yeah, of course,” Jack assured his friend. “What’s up?”

“Well, I just gotta tell you–”

Crutchie was cut off as the bell rang and Romeo and Specs started scream-singing “What Time Is It” from High School Musical. Jack smirked, smacking Romeo in the back of the head as the two boys skipped joyfully out of the class room. “Idiots,” he muttered, turning back to Crutchie. “Sorry about that. What were you saying?”

“Um, I just wanted to say good-bye, I guess.”

“It’s just a summer,” Jack reassured, slinging his backpack onto his shoulders. “Before you know it, we’ll be back in this hell.”

Crutchie shook his head. “N-no, I’m not coming back. My parents are moving and so I won’t be coming back here.”

Jack’s stomach plummeted uncomfortably. Crutchie was moving? That couldn’t be true. The kid had just gotten there at the beginning of the year and they were just becoming friends. They hadn’t hung out outside of class or lunch, but Jack was planning on changing that next year, after they had been friends for a while. Jack had even hoped that he would be able to work up enough courage to ask Crutchie to prom the next year, when they would be juniors. And, now, Crutchie was saying he would be gone. “Really?” Jack asked.

“Yeah. My dad… We just gotta go. I don’t know where, yet. It’s…” Crutchie shrugged. “So, uh, I just wanted to say thank you for being such a great friend to me when I moved here. Um, sometimes, it’s hard for me to make friends, but you made it easy. And, uh, I made you a card,” Crutchie added, shoving a white envelope into Jack’s hands. “Thank you.” With that, Crutchie nodded, before hurrying out of the room.

Jack tore the envelope open, pulling out a standard white card that had been decorated with cat and dog stickers and two stick figures, one with a crutch tucked under his right arm. There was an asterisk near the stick people and a note at the bottom of the card cover read, “I know, I know. I can’t draw. You’d have made it so much cooler, but I couldn’t ask you to decorate your own card, right?”

Jack flipped the card open, smiling at some more stickers that dotted the inside. He focused on the rushed handwriting, reading the card, once, twice, three times, before looking up in a panic. It wasn’t just the standard good-bye and thank you card that Jack had expected; right at the end of the card, Crutchie had written, “I know that this doesn’t matter anymore, but you’re the greatest person I’ve ever met. And the cutest. I kinda like you, Jack Kelly. I just want the best for you!”

If Jack had known that Crutchie had liked him, he would never have let him walk out of that door without knowing for a certainty that he would ever see the other boy again. Jack dashed into the crowded high school hallway, searching for a familiar blonde head and bright yellow backpack. Surely, Crutchie was still here. He had to be. He couldn’t have just disappeared for forever.

Jack tore through the hallway, shoving kids out of the way if they made the mistake of blocking his path. Did Crutchie ride the bus? Did his parents pick him up? Did he have a carpool that Jack didn’t know about? Jack had no clue and he had no idea where he should even start looking for the other boy. 

“Whoa, Jack, where’re ya going so quickly?” Race asked, grabbing Jack’s backpack and pulling the other boy to a stop. “School’s out; ya don’t gotta run from Snyder anymore.”

“No, let go,” Jack said, trying to push Race away from him, but Race held onto the backpack. 

“Not until you tell me what’s up,” Race teased.

Jack had no other choice. He had to find Crutchie before the kid disappeared out of his life forever. Jack slipped his arms out of his backpack and took off running once more. He ignored Race’s shouts to come back and grab his crap, and pushed out of the school’s front doors. 

For a moment, the sun blinded him, but Jack blinked away the bright light, begging his eyes to adjust quickly. He whirled around, searching for Crutchie. The kid couldn’t have gotten that far. How long had he read the note? It wasn’t that long, was it?

There, across the parking lot, Jack saw Crutchie making his way to where parents would pick up the high schoolers who did not have cars. “Crutchie!” Jack shouted, but the other boy didn’t hear him. With a growl of frustration, Jack took off running once again. He nearly got hit by student drivers three separate times, but Jack wasn’t willing to stop for anything. He needed to talk to Crutchie.

Finally, Jack reached the small ramada that students sat under while they waited for their parents to arrive. “Crutchie!” Jack called out again, sliding to a stop in front of the other boy. 


“Did you mean this? Is this true?” Jack asked, shaking the now-crumpled card. 

Crutchie seemed to shrink into himself. He looked away from Jack, nodding softly. “Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry,” Jack replied, pausing to catch his breath. “Me, too.”

“What are you sorry for?”

Jack shook his head. “No, I like you, too.”

“What?” Crutchie whispered. 

“Yeah, I like you. I… I never said anything because I didn’t think– And now you’re moving.”

Crutchie’s face fell. “Yeah, I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” Jack said, punching Crutchie lightly in the shoulder. “Stop saying sorry.”

“Sor– I mean, okay.”

Jack grinned. “Can I give you my number?”

“Um, yeah, of course,” Crutchie agreed, pulling his phone out of his pocket. 

It only took a moment for Jack to put his number in Crutchie’s phone. He smirked as he handed it back. “Now, I’m guessing that your family isn’t moving this week, yeah?”

“Not until July,” Crutchie confirmed.

“Okay, so we got two months to spend so much time together that you’ll be sick of me by the end of it. So, you better text me.”

Crutchie nodded. “I will, Jack. Trust me, I will.”

  • James Potter to Why has prongs added evans? :
  • James: Lily you left your book at the house yesterday.
  • Peter: oooooo why was she at our house james. why.
  • James: she was studying with Remus you prick. Change the name of this group.
  • Sirius: No way you trashed our group by adding her. now you have to live with the consequences.
  • Sirius Black changed the group name to; James has a boner for Evans:
  • James Potter removed Sirius Black from the group:
  • Lily: what is going on?
  • James Potter removed Lily Evans from the group:
  • .
  • James: hey Lily you want to come over and revise?
  • Lily: you do a biology degree? I do history??
  • James: divorced. beheaded. died. divorced. beheaded. survived.
  • Lily: ...
  • James: I'm also ordering pizza for everyone.
  • Lily: I'll be there at 6.
  • .
  • Remus: Sirius you need to stop annoying Lily.
  • Sirius: what??? how dare you... Evans loves me
  • Lily: you piss me off Black
  • Sirius: betrayal...
  • Lily: i'm sorry but you took about a thousand photos on my phone of your newly done eyebrows and filled up all my storage.
  • Sirius: you should b honoured.... Remus would b
  • Remus: Sirius, I have to spend enough time with you showing me in person.. I really don't need pictures.
  • Sirius: you guys suck. I'm adding Jamie
  • Sirius Black added James Potter:
  • Sirius: you love my eyebrows don't you James?
  • James: of course Pads
  • Sirius: awwww see
  • Lily: but Sirius my phone isn't working because of your stupid eyebrows
  • James: fuck your eyebrows Sirius.
  • Sirius Black added Peter Pettigrew to the group:
  • Sirius: Pete, you like my eyebrows right
  • Peter: yeah i guess?
  • Sirius: haha! told you guys
  • Remus: ugh..
  • Lily: srsly
  • Peter: wait you've all been on a chat without me?
  • Peter: ...
  • Peter: hello?
  • .
  • James: Pete did you put my green jumper in the wash?
  • Peter: it was on the floor of the bathroom.. so yes I put it in the wash.
  • Peter: have you considered therapy?
  • .
  • Lily: hey can I come over and steal some of your food? I'm broke and hungry... plus your house is really warm for some reason?
  • Remus: Okay, but i must warn you James is doing shirtless karaoke in the sitting room with Sirius.
  • Lily: thats okay.
  • Remus: Is it now?
  • Lily: be quiet and come open your front door.
  • .
  • Lily Evans to; I guess she's here to stay then..:
  • Lily: oh my word Sirius I just looked... my eyebrows look amazing
  • Sirius: I told you. Say it. I'm a genius.
  • Remus: Oh be quiet Padfoot.
  • Sirius: Make me.
  • James: ugh guys take the sexual tension somewhere else pleaseeee
  • Sirius: gladly.
  • Lily: hahahahah
  • James: where are you right now?
  • Lily: coffee shop on the corner. Why?
  • James: because my house is no longer safe for my precious ears. I'm running away to find you.
  • .
  • James: oh my god shes so pretty
  • Peter: i know
  • James: and her eyes
  • Peter: I am aware
  • James: ugh and her hair
  • Peter: yup....
  • James: god she is so beautiful
  • Peter: so why aren't you telling her this?
  • James: don't be an idiot Wormtail.
  • .
  • Sirius: mooonyyyyyyyyyy
  • Sirius: moony my ray of sunshine
  • Sirius: light to my darkness
  • Sirius: hope to my dismay
  • Sirius: my brightest star
  • Sirius: mooooooonnnyyyyy
  • Remus: What.
  • Sirius: I love you.
  • Remus: ...
  • Remus: What did you do.
  • Sirius: I got jam on your jumper by accident... not a big deal i think i can clean it
  • Sirius: oh shit no i've made it worse
  • Remus: Fuck you do not touch anything I swear to God Padfoot. I'm coming home right now and stabbing you.
  • Sirius: I love you
  • Sirius: Remus?
  • Sirius: crap okay I'm hiding
  • .
  • Lily: Rem you're staring at Sirius' butt
  • Remus: He has a nice butt.
  • Remus: and nice hair.
  • Remus: damn I'm so gay for him.
  • Lily: I would hope so, you've been together for like two years now?
  • Remus: He has great eyes too..
  • Lily: James has nice eyes
  • Remus: :-) what
  • Lily: What? Me? What?
  • Lily: pretend i didn't just send that
  • Lily: my point is you're staring at Sirius' butt and the lecturer has noticed and is glaring at you.
  • Remus: oh shit.
  • .
  • James Potter changed the name of the group to; Party tonight and we are all going bitches get yourselves ready:
  • Remus: That's really how you're going to announce it?
  • Sirius: gets the point across, I like it
  • James: thanks pads
  • James: I've invited Lily too.
  • Peter: oooooooo
  • James Potter added Lily Evans to the group:
  • Lily: woo hoo party!!!
  • .
  • Sirius Black changed the name of the group to; 'James got drunkkkkk af':
  • Sirius Black changed the name of the group to; 'Lily got smashed':
  • Sirius Black changed the name of the group to; 'and they totally kissed':
  • Sirius Black changed the name of the group to; 'like a proper snog alll nightttt longggggg':
  • Sirius Black changed the name of the group to; 'James wants to sleep with Evans':
  • Sirius Black changed the name of the group to; 'and now he finally knows Evans wants to bang him tooooooo':
  • Sirius Black changed the name of the group to; 'they in loveeeeeeeeee':
  • James Potter removed Sirius Black from the group:
  • Remus: He's not wrong though...
  • Lily Evans removed Remus Lupin from the group:
  • Peter: what no how did i miss this historical moment!!!!!
  • James Potter removed Peter Pettigrew from the group:
  • .
  • James: hey
  • Lily: hi
  • James: how you feeling?
  • Lily: okay i guess...
  • James: cool cool cool...
  • Lily: look about last night-
  • James: about last night
  • Lily: haha...
  • James: I'd do it again.
  • Lily: what?
  • James: I mean if you wanted to obviously! and not like drunk and sloppy like last night haha... but i would kiss you again... if you would want me to... I mean i know we're just friends and stuff but... you're really pretty is what I'm trying to say....
  • Lily: I'd like that.
  • James: what?
  • Lily: if you kissed me again.
  • .
  • James Potter added Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew to the group:
  • Lily: I'm still here.
  • James: :-)
  • Lily: :-)
  • This was inspired by another post like this i saw a while back, but now can't find, and from suggestion i recently got.
  • Send me in any other ideas!
Trapped by the Eyes of a Demon (Patrick Stump)

Based Off of the Request: Could you do a feelsy Patrick imagine based in the young blood chronicles where the reader is already dating Patrick and she gets kidnapped as well and he ends up hurting her/almost killing her when he’s a demon?

“Maybe you shouldn’t go to work today” I say worriedly, scrunching my eyebrows in concern as I read over the newspaper. “Anti-Music Cult Threat Heightened - Musicians Gone Missing” screams out from the front page, along with pictures of a couple musicians who have gone missing recently, including Big Sean.

“I can’t just not go,” Patrick says from across my kitchen, “we’re right in the middle of an album”

“Patrick” I say in exasperation, waving the newspaper at him. He rolls his eyes with a smile.

“There’s nothing to worry about, babe I promise, we’re just going in the studio, we’re not going to get kidnapped by some crazy cult”

I just give him a pointed look. Sighing, he walks over and presses a kiss to my forehead “We’ll be okay I promise, but I gotta go”

I follow him to the door, kissing him goodbye. Halfway out the door, he stops, looking down at his shirt. “Do you think the guys will notice I’m wearing the same thing as yesterday?” he asks me.

“Probably not,” I say with a laugh, “but maybe bring a change of clothes next time you stay over?”

Patrick nods in agreement, presses a quick kiss to my lips, and heads out to his car. I watch as he gets in, and drives away , hoping that what he promised is true.


I hardly hear from Patrick all day, only a quick text at night, saying he got home but he’s exhausted so he’s gonna crash, and he’ll see me later. My worry finally fades with that text, and I fall asleep, no longer fearing for him or the guys.


I’m making coffee in the kitchen the next morning when my cell phone rings, and I look over to see it’s Pete. Pausing only to wonder why Pete is up so early, I answer. “Hey , Pete, what’s up?”

“(Y/N), thank god, is Patrick with you?” He asks frantically.

“No why?” I ask concerned.

“Shit!” Pete yells through the phone.

“Pete! What is going on? Isn’t he at home?” I ask, terrified for the answer.

“No he’s not. (Y/N), I think he was kidnapped, by the cult”

“No, no” I say slowly, “ He can’t have been, he made it home last night”

“No, no he didn't” Pete says angrily, “and I have proof”

“What is it?” I ask shocked.

“They… they, um” he hesitates.

“What Pete?” I yell, needing to know,

“They left a bag on my front door, and it, um, had his right hand in it” He says in a scared voice.

The image of Patrick’s hand and my own terror nearly cause me to throw up, but I force myself to stay calm. “Okay, well that means he’s still alive right?” I say, voice cracking, “So what do we do?”

“We have a plan to get him back. Meet Joe at the gas station on 7th in fifteen minutes okay?”

“Okay I’ll be there” I say determinedly.

“Okay, good, “I’ll see you soon. And (Y/N)?”


‘Be safe”

”You too Pete” I say, still trying to hide the fear in my voice, before I hang up.

I give myself thirty seconds to freak out before I move into action, throwing on some jeans and sneakers, and putting my hair up into a ponytail.

I run out of the house and hop into my car, ignoring all speed limit signs as I race to meet Joe in time. Luckily, I make it there, and as I pull into a spot, I see Joe. I get out and start to walk towards him, but something’s wrong. I see a woman in a mask, sneaking up behind him. I go to yell out to warn him, but once I open my mouth, someone slips a cloth over my mouth and blackness starts to overtake my vision.


When I wake up, I’m extremely disoriented, and tied down to a chair. I’m not sure where I am exactly, the room I’m in is almost completely dark, and I’m completely alone. I struggle against the ropes tying me, but they don’t budge. I decide to start by getting the gag out of my mouth, so I start using my tongue and my lips to try and force it out. What feels like hours later, I finally get it out, and I start to scream, desperately hoping someone can hear me. To my surprise, someone does. The door flies open and Pete stumbles in, slamming the door behind him.

“Pete!” I say in relief, but that dies in my throat when he moves closer. He looks terrible, eyes wide with fear and adrenaline, covered in blood, and badly injured by the looks of it.

“(Y/N), thank god you’re okay! I should never have gotten you involved” he says, rushing forward and working on the ropes.

“What’s going on Pete? Are you okay?” I ask as he pulls at the ropes.

“We’ve all been captured by that fucking cult,” Pete says angrily,”we’re in some kind of hideout of theirs or something, I’m pretty sure the others are here, we just need to find them”

“He finally pulls the ropes all the way off and I hug him tightly. “Okay, let’s go get them back” I say with determination, pulling away. He stares back with a hard look in his eyes and nods his head. We cautiously leave the room I was in, peering down the long dark hallway. We check every room we pass but most are locked, or empty. Finally, after narrowly avoiding one of the psychotic girls roaming the hallways, we hear music coming from behind a set of glass doors, and when we push them open, Patrick is strapped to a chair, surrounded by weird machines and radios. We rush up to him, trying to free him.

“Patrick, you’re okay!” I say rushing towards him. But when he whips his head around to look at me, it isn’t his normal beautiful eyes that stare back, but a harsh, evil yellow. I blanch looking at him.

“Patrick?” I ask quietly.

He does nothing but struggles against his straps.

“Pete. Something’s wrong with him” I say panicked.

“I know, but we need to get him out of here” He says, moving forward and shoving a hook onto Patrick’s hand - or where his hand used to be.

Patrick lets out a horrendous yell, but before I can react, I feel sharp prick on my neck, and the darkness takes over again.


This time when I wake up, I’m slumped in the corner of a room, hunched over on the cold tile. I struggle to rise up, the protest of my muscles and joints telling me I’ve been in this awkward position for a long time, probably hours. Painfully, I rise up from the floor, hand feeling at the pain throbbing in my forehead, only to discover a gash across it. Wincing in pain, I look around the room I’m in. Weirdly enough, it looks like a hospital exam room. I walk gingerly over to the cabinets on one wall, and rummage through them until I find a bandage to wrap my head. Finally, I walk over to my door, and peek out in the hallway. I slip into the hallway as quietly as possible, clutching the wall as I walk along, my head wound making everything hazy. I figure out that I’m definitely in a hospital- but it appears to be run down or abandoned for some reason. I see Andy and Pete run into a room, and I hurriedly go to follow them. I make it to the door, and through the window I see something that doesn’t immediately register. Pete and Andy stand closest to the door, staring at Patrick. Patrick’s face is the only one I can see, and it’s filled with horror as he looks down at someone lying on a chair next to him. But as I look over, it’s not a person, it’s a body, and it’s Joe. Terror coils in my gut as the scene hits me. In the corner of my eyes red and blue lights flash, but all I can do is stand and stare through the window, and I let out a single, choking sob, eyes filling with tears. Patrick hears and glances up, face crumpling even more when he sees me. Not two seconds pass before I feel hands grab my arms and pull me away.

“Sorry, sweetheart, you’re not getting away that easily” a voice snarls in my ear, and for the third time in two days, I fall into darkness.


This time, I don’t wake up hazy, or confused, or alone. Instead, I wake up screaming. The jagged edge of the knife drags along the skin on my chest, and I immediately try to pull away from the source of the pain, only to find that i’m once again tied to a chair.

“There she is” a woman sneers in front of me, “Sorry love, but I was beginning to think you would never wake up, also I was bored”

She pulls the knife away with a bored look in her face, and tosses it to the side. I remain silent, looking around, trying to figure out where I am. It looks like an ordinary office, except for the anti music symbols littering the walls. I flinch when I spot what looks like a hand floating in water on the desk. But it isn’t until I see the tattoo that I realize who’s hand it is. I blanch and look away, avoiding that and the insane woman in front of me.

“What do you want with me” I ask angrily, “I’ve done nothing to you”

“You’re right, darling,” the woman says, running a finger along my cheek, to my disgust, “you’re just here to see the show”

“What show?” I demand.

“Oh just wait, I think you’ll love it” she says with a smirk. Her smirk grows wider as we hear the sounds of crashing and shattering glass coming from outside this room almost as if something’s being destroyed. She grins wickedly, throws a wink at me, grabs a megaphone and stalks out of the room. I hear loud yelling and chanting coming from outside, but I still breath a sigh of relief because she’s gone. I glance down at my chest, the angry cut has finally stopped bleeding, but the cuts stings and burns if I move at all. The blood has run down and stained the front of my shirt and dripped onto my jeans, which are ripped and dirty anyway. Bruises color my arms and hands where I’ve been manhandled and dragged along in the last two day. But the worst of it all, is that there is absolutely no way to get out of these ropes by myself.

The crazed leader returns all too soon, and throws herself in her office chair triumphantly. Mere seconds later, a man is thrown into the room, and I let out a strangled gasp. Standing in front of the desk, beaten, bloodied, but alive, is Patrick. He turns towards me, and once again those poisonous yellow eyes look back angrily. Recognizing me, he simply cocks his head to the side, turning back towards the psychopath, who’s watching with fascination. For the next half hour, I watch in confusion and fear as she hands Patrick instruments, records, and other music related items. Every time I expect him to revolt, but every time he destroys it. Finally, apparently satisfied, the blonde woman hold her hand up to stop him.

“Only one more thing to destroy, my lovely little Patrick” she says with an evil smile, pointing towards me, “ and it’s your pretty little girlfriend”

I gasp as Patrick whips around to face me, yellow eyes fixing onto my face. An angel, hidden behind the eyes of a demon. Slowly, he stalks towards me, grabbing the knife off of the desk.

“Patrick, please, no” I beg, pulling against my ropes, “it’s me, (Y/N), please you don’t want to do this”

My begging has no affect on him, and he reaches towards me, harshly grabbing my left arm. Without any emotion whatsoever, he picks a spot right below the inside of my elbow, and begins cutting. Despite my initial hope to stay strong and silent, I can’t help but scream as the knife is dragged through my skin again and again . Right before I pass out from the pain, it stops. Patrick stands up, grinning sickeningly down at me, gloating. I brave a look down at my arm. Roughly carved into my skin is the very same anti music symbol that covers the walls. At the sight I begin crying tears, not only of pain, but of sorrow.

“Nice touch” the woman cackles, “but it’s time to finish her”

Patrick takes two last steps towards me, raising the knife.

“Wait!” I scream, successfully making him hesitate.

“Patrick this isn’t you! They’re trying to change you, to ruin you, but you can’t let them! Music is your entire life, it saved you and gave you purpose. You love it, and you love Andy, and Joe, and Pete, they’re your family now! And you love me!”  I plead with him, tears drowning my vision.” Please don’t do this”

I think I see his eyes flicker back to their original color, but I can’t tell if it was real, or if I just wanted to see it too badly.

Patrick stabs the knife into my thigh.

I let out a horrible scream, doubling over in pain, and Patrick shoves be back ripping out the knife, and holding it up again.

“Whatever happens Trick, this isn’t your fault, I don’t blame you, and I will always love you more than anything” I force out through the pain. He hesitates again.

“I love you Patrick, just don’t let them win” I plead, blackness flicking at the edge of my vision.

Patrick eyes flicker, and slowly the yellow fades.

“(Y/N)?” Patrick asks in horror, as the knife clatters to the ground.

“Don’t let them win” I whisper, before willingly letting the darkness take me.


I wake up slowly, and as I crack my eyes open, the light floods in, not darkness. I pry my eyes open to the hospital room around me, and immediately see Patrick sitting in a chair, staring out the window of the room.

“Patrick?” I ask hesitantly, voice cracking from my dry throat.

He turns around immediately, standing and rushing to the bed. He drops to his knees next to my bed, gingerly grabbing my hand, visibly blanching at the bandage wrapped around my arm. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry. The-the doctors, they didn’t know if you were ever gonna wake up, you lost so much blood and you had head trauma, and all of it, all of it was my fault” He sobs, head down on my bed.

My heart breaks for him, and I squeeze his hand. “Patrick look at me” I say softly, and he slowly raises his eyes to mine. I gasp and place my hand on his cheek. “Your eyes, they’re blue again” I say in utter relief, tears filling my eyes

Patrick nods silently. “It’s all over, (y/n), I promise. We didn’t let them win”

I smile at his words. “Good, because I meant what I said before, none of that was your fault, I don’t blame you for anything, because no matter what, I love you trick”

Tears brim in his eyes as he nods, visible relieved at my words. “I love you too (Y/N), more than anything”

We broken and we are bruised, but we’re safe and we’re together, and that’s all that matters.

I Should Have Cheated || Derek Luh Part 2 *Requested*

Here is PART 1 


As the song finished, I couldn’t help but to bawl. I felt like an idiot, used, unappreciated and naïve. How could I be so blind as to not see that he was cheating on me? All those times that he said he loved me, was it even true? Or was it to make sure he could get into my pants? I really loved him, hell, I still do love him. But I refuse to be someone’s doormat, especially someone who’s lied to me countless times. 

Shit, where am I? I look around and see a hotel is only 5 miles away. I guess that’s better than sleeping in my car. I pull into the Ramada Hotel parking lot and touch up my face. I don’t need people I don’t know to see that I’ve been crying. I finally check in and realize I have no bags. Just my phone, charger and my wallet. Just my fucking luck.

I get to my room and try to decompress everything that just happened. I end up going through my photos and texts messages between Derek and I. How could he ruin something so perfect? We were supposed to get married and have kids. Guess that’s not happening now. 

Derek’s POV:

FUCK! How the hell did she find that video?! How could she just leave without letting me explain? I don’t even know what to do right now. I love her and I fucked it up. She’s never going to take me back. Not this time. I need help to get her back.

Delaney’s POV:

“No Carly. He is not cute and you’re drunk at 4:30 in the afternoon HAHA! Go home before you sleep with a -7. I’ll call you tomorrow.” As I put down my phone, it signaled me that I got a text message. 

Whoa, what the hell? What does that even mean? You know what, fuck this. I need answers.


I don’t know how it’s helping, but starring at this hotel ceiling is really peaceful. I was just about to clear my mind when… *VIBRATES*

Even though Derek was pretty much Satan to me right now, Delaney was the complete opposite. 

Delaney kept her word and was there in 30 minutes. I went to the front office and checked out of the room. When I was done, I got in my car and tailed her back to her apartment. We got in and I saw a picture of Derek and I on her foyer table. No matter how hard I tried not to, this time I couldn’t help the tears rushing down my face.

“Oh Sweetheart! It’s going to be okay. You’re going to get through this. You are so much stronger than some man hoe. And I know that’s my brother and I will always love him, but he is so wrong for doing this. I’ve never been so just, ugh with him. Is there anything I can do?” I loved her for being so concerned about me, but I didn’t even know what I needed. My mind hadn’t processed that far.

“I don’t know. I want to stop loving him, but I don’t think that’s going to happen. At least not anytime soon. I don’t even think he loved me. That’s the funny part about all of this.”

“There is no doubt in my mind that he loved you. You were the best thing that happened to him and he knew that. He’s selfish, Y/N. He needs to grow up.”

She was right, but I can’t wait around for him to do so. At least not anymore. I’m not going to let him have control over me. I’m stronger than this. I am more important than this and I matter. It’s time for me to show that.

*2 weeks later*

It’s time I stop hiding and be me again. Even though I live with Delaney now, I will never be in Derek’s life the same way. And I’m okay with that.

“Hey Girlie, I heard you singing to some badass music earlier. Does that mean you’re feeling better?”

“Yeah, I am. I talked to Derek and told him that I would be coming by to pick up the rest of my stuff that wasn’t picked up a few weeks ago. Thank you again for doing that. I wasn’t in the right mindset to do so then.”

“Absolutely. I had to talk to him face to face anyway.”

“How was he?”

“Destroyed. He’s still working and the boys were keeping him company, but he wasn’t the same. Have you talked to him about it at all?”

“No. I talked to Swazz though. He was just checking in.”

“Do you forgive him? Derek.” I never gave her a straight answer. I just wanted to get the rest of my stuff form his place.

We arrived at his house and I was greeted with a hug from KDL.

“You know he misses you. He was just thinking with the wrong head that night.”

“I know.” I stepped past him and he let me in the house. That’s when I saw Derek. He looked like hell, but he was still powering through to get his work done. I gave him a half ass wave and headed to the bedroom. I know he’ll follow me.

“You know I love you,” I heard from behind me. 

I turned around and looked at him, “I know, I love you too. I always have, Derek.” I saw Delaney and a few of the boys walk in and start carrying out my belongings.

“So then where does that leave us, Y/N? Do you forgive me? You say you love me, but you’re still moving your shit out.”

“It leaves us where we are. I forgave you weeks ago, but not for you. I had to forgive you for me because I matter. Whether you see that or not.”

“Of course I know that! God, I made a mistake. I don’t want to be without you. None of those other hoes matter. You’re right, you do mater! And you have to know that you matter to me.” It looked like he was about to cry, but I honestly didn’t care. I didn’t fuck this up. He did.

“I used to know that, but now I don’t know what to believe. After being lied to for almost 3 years, it’s hard to believe anything you say.”

“So you are still mad.” I looked behind him when I saw Delaney walk back in.

“Hey, ready to go when you are.” She said it in voice that almost said ‘I’m sorry, but you can do this’.

I gave her a nod and looked Derek back in his beautiful brown eyes. The eyes I used to look to for hope or reassurance. When I didn't see that anymore, I knew it was time. I gave him one last hug and kissed his lips.

“I’m not mad. I’m just done.” With that, I walked out of his room, out of his house and out of his life.

Author’s Note: Here is part 2 of the Derek Luh Smut, I Should Have Cheated. This was requested and I hope you all like it!

Lets Destroy It


note : luke is the name of your boyfriend not sure why just the name i came up with at the time 


i was walking home from my job i only work five minutes walk down the road from the flat i share with my boyfriend, luke as i get to our apartment block i see he’s already home as his car a range rover TD6 vogue is in the usual place i don’t have a car i don’t mind walking to town for work and shopping anything else luke does i slowly but surely get to our apartment on the 13th floor and stand just about to unlock the door when i hear the voice of a woman giggling and the voice of luke i slowly open the door and i can definitely hear voices more clearly 

“come on mary” luke says

“i don't know if we should today, y/n could be home soon” the female voice replies 

“oh who cares about her” luke replies i then walk further into our apartment to see our bedroom door is open and lights coming from it i walk to it silently and look through the opening to see some girl i don't know sat on our bed in her underwear and luke sat just beside her the two of them snogging looking like any second about to have sex i can feel the tears welling up in my eyes but i dont want to burst in and make a scene so i just go to the front door again and take his car keys and leave without making at sound i run down all 13 floors to get to the ground floor i then collapse and start crying my eyes out against the wall i don't know what to do i dont even have anywhere to go,

scratch that i do have somewhere to go i then storm out the apartment block and get in his car still crying and start driving  to the only place i know i can go i get my phone and put it on the dashboard and call up my best friend thomas i know he’s back from work at the moment as i was going to see him tomorrow anyway after three rings he answers

“hey love” he says with his always sweet sounding voice

“hey tommy, i have to ask a favour” i reply still crying

“sure what” he asks sound a bit concerned 

“can i come and stay with you tonight something’s happened with me and luke” i say crying my eyes out again 

“course you walking or driving” he asks

“driving i stole his car” i reply 

“quite the criminal aren't you love its fine i'll open on the the garage doors and you can park the car there” he says

“thanks tommy see you in a sec” i say

“see you love” he replies before hanging up i then just keep driving luckily thomas doesnt live that far away from me now i know what you're thinking how the hell do i know him simple really he was my next door neighbor growing up and i've always been friends with him i have even visited him on sets before when i get to his house its huge and he has opened one of the garage doors so i just park the car in the one that's open and get out with in seconds he’s there looking as he often does when i see him not really awake in skinny jeans and a light blue button shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows looking if in honest like a teenager but when doesnt he honestly he looks me up and down noticing im crying “what the bloody hell happened” he asks stepping closer to me  looking very worried

i don't reply just burst out crying again he just takes me in his arms and hugs me tightly so im crying on his shoulder he moves his hand up and down my back to calm me down whispering calming sweet things in my ear as well till he pulls away from me as i stop crying and he takes me into the living room a large room with bookcases of games and films everywhere he sits me on the sofa then goes off into the kitchen i just sit trying to hold back my tears till he comes back with a mug of something and puts it on the table in front of me “hot chocolate, the only truly good drink for sadness” he says making me laugh before i drink some noticing its (whatever you fave sort of hot chocolate is)

“seriously” i ask

“yeah, its always here for if this was gonna happen…..on that not what exactly has happened” he asks carefully

“i got home and found luke in the arms of some girl called mary” i say “they were sat on the bed close to snogging each others faces of when i got there and i overheard him say he didn't care if i was gonna be home he was too wrapped up in her arms to care” i say starting to cry again but thomas just hugs me tightly again 

“hey it’s okay, i bet that mary wasn't half as lovely as you” he says

“she looked pretty good from what i saw” i say still crying from what i sore though the door she was beautiful much prettier and thinner than me

“well i bet you're still better than her, and lukes and idiot if he cant see that, he must be blind to want to be fooling around with some other girl when he has you” he says to me 

“awe you always know the right things to say” i reply hugging him even tighter 

“its true thought hes an idiot to think any girl is better then you, i mean if i was your boyfriend i would be begging to get home to be with you i wouldn't even look at another girl if i had you” he says to me pulling away so he says it to my face 

“awe thank you tommy, but no one has me now luke can go fuck himself for all i care, he can go have a threesum with my boss and the queen of england and i still wouldn't care” i say trying to be all brave and stuff even though i know i don't have to be with thomas

“what you gonna do with his car though” thomas asks

“i dont know maybe dump it in a ditch and text him directions to the ditch i left it in” i say drinking some more hot chocolate 

“well if you want i have an idea” he says getting up and taking my hand dragging me back to the garage when we get there he looks around some benches and stuff he has for working on cars and bikes and gives me a huge bit f metal no clue what its for in car terms he then gets something similar “Lets Destroy It” he says

“what” i ask

“lets destroy it wreck it then dump it in a ditch on fire and tell him he wants his car its on fire at where ever we dump it” he says making me laugh 

“are you sure” i ask

“sure just don't hit me in your anger” he says

“i wont” i say fluffing his hair out its normal place something he hates me doing but because he hates it that i do it at any opportunity 

“Y/N” he complains like a child “you're worse then ava for doing that” he says

“i know well ava got it from me” i smirk walking to the side of the car and hitting the mirror right off well that felt good so i continued hitting the car smashing various things and thomas has joined me now both of us destroying his car till these not much on the outside not yet destroyed so i yell stop and sit on the bonnet a bit not completely wrecked and thomas sits beside me “you all don't destroying” he asks

“for a sec” i say a bit tired after destroying his car to this extent “did you mean that” i ask him 

“mean what” he asks

“if you were my boyfriend you wouldn't do anything like that to me” i ask

“i swear by that” he says

“i bet your girlfriend wont be happy with that, then again she doesnt like me very much does she old isabel she don't much like me, thats gonna be another argument i can see when she finds out you have allowed me to stay here and you're helping me wreck my ex’s car” i say

“well i imagine she wouldn't but it doesnt involve isabel she’s my ex now” he answers 

“when did that happen tommy and why wasn’t i informed” i ask 

“happened three weeks back y/n and you went informed simply because you were working when it happened and i didn't want to bother you” he says

“it wouldn't have been a bother tommy, i like to know these things what happened” i ask

“she left me because she doesnt like you” he says quietly 

“what” i ask

“she left me because she doesnt like you” he repeats 

“what the hell thats stupid im your bestfriend what the hell does it matter if she doesnt like me if she loves you” i ask

“loved me past tense y/n if she loved me, she doesnt like the fact i have a friend that i constantly talk to thats a girl she doesnt like she just assumes i would cheat on her at any moment” he says

“awe poor you” i say putting my arm around him “well what do you need girlfriends for tommy we're two of a kind” i say laying back on the bonnet 

“yeah we are just two kids that can't hold down lovers” he laughs laying beside me 

“yeah we are, but if i was your girlfriend i would care who your friends are if there girls, boys, rodents or ghosts there your friends and if they make you happy it would make me happy to make sure you're happy” i say 

“awe thanks love” he says turning to face me i just turn to face him two looking into his deep brown eyes a second but before i've really noticed we were both stareing at each other he leaned forward and kissed me a way i have never been kissed before a little kiss sparking butterflies, fireworks and all manner of lovely things as we moved our mouths in perfect sync with each other a while almost fully making out on the bonnet of my ex boyfriends car till we both pull away “wow” he says

“yeah wow” i reply 

“why the hell did i wait this long to do that” he says

“i dont know why i waited so long either” i reply before we both re connect our lips with much more passion than before till we both pull away again “i just wanted to say” he says

“what” i ask

“this friendship of ours Lets Destroy It” he laughs

“better Lets Destroy It and taint my ex’s car” i giggle 

“you are so a little criminal” he laughs at me 

“and proud of it” i say  as we both get of the bonnet and go into the back seats the second we both sit down we are making out again my arms around his neck his around my waist but slowly moving down to my thighs in response i begin to lay back and he just crawls on top of me fiddling with my skirt before returning to kissing me i quickly move my hands from around his neck to start undoing his shirt he moans into my mouth as i do till i completely take his shirt off of him the second i do he moves away from me and pulls my shirt of tossing it away into the front seats of the car before scanning me over with his eyes but i just pull him back to kissing me he then moves to start kissing my neck and i twist a hand in his hair as he sucks on a sweet spot on my neck and i moan as he does till his hands move to my skirt again and gently pull it off me completely adding it to the pile of our clothes on the front seats before scanning me again and reconnecting our lips and i move my hands down his chest feeling his toned chest the whole way down just pausing at the top of his jeans “what you waiting for love” he asks between kisses 

“nothing” i reply letting my hand undo his jeans and pull them down slightly revealing his boxers before i gently palm him and he moans into my mouth moving his hands to my chest feeling me even though my bra making me moan as well till i let my curious hand slip under the waistband of his boxers taking hold of him in my hand “ah fucking hell” he says in response before undoing my bra and removing it with his teeth making me laugh before he reconnects our lips yet continuing all the way down my chest to the bottom of my stomach just above my knickers  before i grip his hair pulling his lips back to mine and use my other hand to completely remove his trousers and boxers leaving him naked in front of me i can't help but sit there gobsmacked i have never seen him naked before, well i say never once after the last day of school all our friends went skinny dipping in the dark lake and we hwee amongst them but it wasn't for long and dark at the time i wasn't really paying much attention but now i am “what” he asks 

“nothing just wow” i say making him laugh before he slips his hand in my knickers and slips them off throwing them with the rest of my clothes “i could say the same to you” he says making me laugh “now are you sure” he asks me

“fucking positive tommy” i giggle he just nods before kissing me again and slowly but surely pushing into me filling me up completely almost making me scream there and then before he begins thrusting into me with as much force as possible both of us screaming and shouting for a while till i can feel my climax in the pit of my stomach and i know he’s not far off either by the noises he’s making and the fact his thrusts have gotten much slower and sloppier till i climax screaming his name at the top of my voice we are so lucky he doesnt have neighbours with in seconds he comes into me mixing our juices together  and he collapses on top of me “you think we destroyed our friendship now” he asks between his breaths

“yeah thats gone” i laugh

“what about the car” he asks

“one more thing” i say sitting up pushing him off me and moving into the front seat and he sits in the other seat i get my bag from the footwell and get a pack of cigarettes as both me and thomas smoke i take one and bass the pack to him as i get my lighter and light mine and pass him the lighter as he gives me back the pack and we both sit naked and have a smoke making the car smell of both sex and smoke “well that was brilliant in my opinion” he says

“right back at you tommy” i smirk

“so what is this” he asks

“well i don't know, whatever we both want i guess” i reply

“how about boyfriend and girlfriend” he asks

“fine with me” i answer

“how about date for dinner tomorrow night” he asks

“fine with me” i answer

“and how about you pack your stuff at lukes and come here” he asks

“fine with me” i answer leaning over to kiss him again we both then finish our smoke and get dressed again and get out the car “tomorrow we drive it into a ditch and text him where it is and while he’s out we pack your stuff up okay” he says 

“okay” i reply letting him wrap his arm around me and lead me to his room i just sleep in my underwear as i don't have any other option.

when we both get up we dress and take the car out i drive the car even though its destroyed and thomas follows me in his car so we can go to lukes and get my stuff when i find a long deserted road quiet far away and stop the car by the side of the road right next to a ditch i  get out the car and thomas gets out his car and stands with me “i say don't light it on fire actually” he says

“i agree, but can we put it it facing out so the windshield faces the road” i say

“okay” i answers 

“wait” i say just getting an idea and getting back into my ex’s car and sitting on the driver seat thomas then sits on the passenger seat to see what im doing  i get my lipstick out my bag and write on the windshield

 “i know about mary arse hole

 piss of luke 

x y/n” 

“brilliant love” he says beside me “but if i may add something” he asks so i hand him the lipstick and he writes 

“p.s. we did it on the back seat

you cheating lying bastard

x thomas”

making me laugh “brilliant tommy” i say we both then get out the car checking anything we wants out of it and pushing it into the ditch and standing on the road looking at it as he wrapped an arm around me “that is how you get back at your ex” he says we then use my phone to send an exact map reference to luke as to where is car is and a text that says pick me up on it then get back into thomas’s car and drive to my old apartment and wait till we see luke leave out for his car then rush up to the apartment and pack up all my stuff and load it into his car rushing off before luke shows up returning to thomas’s “so lukes gonna let him fuck his little mary, now i've got his y/n” he laughs hugging me

“not his y/n, your y/n now” i giggle 

“yeah” he says

“we really destroy everything don't we” i laugh

“yep” he says

28 - “Maybe You Should Look In The Mirror” - Michael Clifford

From @unkindnessofone‘s prompts


The house was unusually quiet for a Saturday evening, and Michael was embracing it. He had become used to the endless music blasting from his teenage daughter’s room, or your excited chatter on the phone to your friends, but sometimes he loved having some silence in his home. 

Deciding to grab a DVD from your shared bedroom, he climbed the stairs up to the suite, his socks scuffing at the carpeted floors. He came to a halt though, when he noticed a familiar door was left ajar and a light was coming through the crack. 

“Dammit.” Michael sighed, turning into Harper’s room to go switch the light off. He was sure he’d told her a thousand times that he didn’t need his house looking like a festival from the outside. He stepped into the room, moving to switch the light, before he noticed that there was still someone in there.

“Harps? I thought you’d gone out.” He addressed his little girl, although she wasn’t exactly little anymore. 

She just shrugged from her spot in front of her floor length mirror. 

Michael frowned, not used to having such a bland response from her. “You okay? You seem…I don’t know, off?”

He couldn’t quite put his finger on it and off seemed to be the only word for the 18 year old sat in front of him. 

“I guess so.” Harper shrugged again, not taking her eyes off the mirror even though she could sense her dad moving closer. 

Michael sat himself down on the end of her bed, trying to seem casual about it, but all he wanted to do was go and call you and beg you to come home and talk to your daughter. “Bad day?” It was the only conclusion, he could come to in his head as to why she was so dismissive. 

“More like bad week.” She chuckled humourlessly, glancing quickly up at Michael before moving her eyes down to stare at her legs, her fingers picking at the skin slightly. 

“Do you want to…ya know…talk about it?” Michael would be the first to admit that he was out of his comfort zone here. He was the fun dad who made her laugh, who would make her listen to her terrible jokes or what she considered a terrible taste in music. He was in no way the person she went to with problems, that was the job of his partner as far as he was concerned. 

Harper just sighed, before looking back at herself in the mirror. “It’s stupid.”

Michael knew a lot of things about his daughter, she was loud, she was funny, she was talented, and she was definitely not stupid. “Well if it’s bugging you, it can’t be. Just talk to me, Harps.” He was getting stressed now, afraid of what she was going to tell him. A thousand scenarios running through his head, was she pregnant or doing drugs, he immediately was thinking of the worst.

“Do you…like do you think I’m ugly?” It came out so quiet at first that he was certain he’d misheard her, but when he saw the look on her face, it became clear he hadn’t.

“What? Why would you think that?” Michael spluttered, staring down gobsmacked at his little girl. 

“I don’t look like mum or the girls at school, Dad. I look funny.” Harper sighed again, looking down at her legs again. 

Michael frowned, wondering where this was all coming from. “Stand up.”

She turned to face him, confusion running across her face. “What?”

“Stand up.”

She stood up slowly, rubbing her arms softly as she looked herself up and down in the mirror. Michael came to stand behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders. 

“Maybe you should look in the mirror and see what I see, or what your mum sees, or your friends, or your family. Harps, you’re so beautiful, and anyone who doesn’t think so needs to open their eyes.” Michael assured her, quickly pecking her cheek before standing back and looking at her again.

Harper blushed, but nodded slightly. “Thanks Dad.”

raisesomehale  asked:

If it tickles your fancy, i'd DIE to read this! :) "our parents are forcing us into an arranged marriage and we hate each other but now i’m in love with you and i don’t think it’s mutual"

Stiles understands. He understands, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it. It, of course, being his impending marriage to Derek Hale.

He understands because he’s the son of a spark and a human and a spark himself and Derek is the eldest son of the Hales, an incredibly famous werewolf family. (If they were really giving full effort, he should’ve been marrying Laura, but he and has dad agreed it was better to let bygones be bygones instead of starting a fight).

It’s not like the Hales are bad people. Once Scott got bit by a rogue werewolf and became one himself, the Hales welcomed him and anyone he cared about with open arms.

However, the rest of the nonsupernatural community didn’t quite see it that way. Tension built and attacks from both sides began less than six months later.

Beacon Hills has always been complicated. The whole world has, but now it feels like a constant power struggle between the two sides.

But very few even want to be fighting, some do, some want to wipe out the entire other side, but most people are just scared.

That’s where Stiles comes in.

Sparks aren’t deemed supernatural by most people since their skills all lie in harnessing power from something. It’s not magic, none of it just happens.

However, they are also some of the only people who can defend themselves against the supernatural. Of course, anyone can learn how to fight the supernatural, but becoming a hunter takes years and years of training. They also tend to be the least okay with the supernatural.  

Which is why Stiles is now hours away from his wedding. Because this marriage is the last chance to show everyone that the two communities can coexist and more than that they can thrive together.

So Stiles understands. It just sucks.

He’s barely spoken to Derek since the years since he’s met him. He’s pretty good friends with both Cora and Laura at this point so he doesn’t know why he’s not marrying one of them.

It isn’t like he didn’t try either. Ever since they even began talking about this as a solution, Stiles would try to talk to Derek, but Derek would usually just ignore him or glare at him until Stiles left.

That’s fine. Stiles doesn’t really care if his husband-to-be likes him or not, but he does care that they have to prove to the community that this can work.

He doesn’t want to think about what will happen if they don’t.

He jerks out of his reverie when he hears a knock at the door.

Scott slowly opens the door and peeks in the room. “Hey, man, it’s almost time.”

Stiles nods.

“You ready?”

“As ready as I can ever be.”

Scott pulls him into a hug before leading him outside under the moon.

They decided to keep this as intimate as possible. If everyone’s going to be keeping a close eye on their marriage, the best they can do is offer than a private wedding.

This means that it’s just his dad, Scott and Melissa for him and Talia, Laura, and Cora for Derek.

Neither Stiles or Derek bothered with suits, going instead for casual for the werewolf part of the ceremony.

His dad tries to shoot him an encouraging look, but Stiles keeps his eyes firmly focused on where needs to stand next to Derek in front of Deaton.

He doesn’t turn to make eye contact with Derek, but he can tell from his peripheral vision that Derek doesn’t either.

“While I am well-versed on werewolf weddings, I had to get my officiating permission online,” Deaton jokes.

Stiles hears polite chuckles from behind them, but he doesn’t think either he or Derek let out a breath.

“Let’s keep this quick. Stiles, do you take Derek to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

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“Taemin the type of dude that would spend 5 hours convincing Onew that Jonghyun doesn’t exist” - taeminthetype

So ^this person posted this and then I sat for the next half and hour or so and wrote a thing.. and yeah, here it is by itself

Taemin convinced Jonghyun to play along right away. The goal was to convince Onew that Jonghyun was just a figment of his imagination before Minho and Key got back from watching a movie. The maknae had been planning this for weeks, he just needed to get the couple out of the dorm for just enough time. Luckily a new movie came out, and both of them wanted to go, but they didn’t know when they would have time and they didn’t want to spend the money. Taemin eventually gave up and sponsored the event, practically shoving them out the door with money in hand.

As soon as the idiots were out of the house, Taemin sent his plan in motion. He instructed Jonghyun to start constantly following the elder around the dorm, and insist on hanging out with him. Onew would eventually get fed up, and ask Taemin to hang out with Jonghyun instead. 

Taemin was sitting in his room, waiting for the text from Onew, shaking with excitement. The maknae’s favourite past time was messing with the other members, and this one was too good to let pass. He wasn’t sure how long it would take exactly to convince Onew, but he was ready for anything, being the pathological liar he was.

Thinking over what to say he heard his phone buzz on the counter. 

Onewhyung: Can you please give Jonghyun some attention? He’s being really needy, and I just want to watch my movie in peace.

Taemin smiled a devilish grin before putting the most worried expression on his face. He slowly made his way to Onew’s room, trying to contain his excitement. When he pushed the door open, Onew was sitting on the bed with his laptop open watching some historical film while Jonghyun was playing with the elder’s brown hair that happened to be a little bit too long in the back. Still looking concerned, Taemin sat at the foot of the bed, keeping his head down and his eyes covered with his bangs. “Onew? Hyung?” he quietly said, getting Onew to pause his movie.

“What?” He asked, a little peeved that he was now being bugged by the person that was supposed to save him.

“Um,” Taemin sniffed for effect, “I don’t know if I should be talking to you about this, but…" 

"Spit it out Taemin, I’m an adult, I can handle it.”

“Jonghyun,” he paused just long enough to make it seem like he was struggling with the thought. He was a professional after all. “Jonghyun doesn’t exist,” he blurted out with fake tears.

Onew just rolled his eyes, “what are you talking about? He’s right here!”

Taemin looked up into the elders eyes with tear filled ones, “there’s no one there Onew. There’s never been anyone there.”

“Taemin, stop trying to mess with me,” Onew said sternly

“We’ve been pretending for so long, hoping you would stay happy in your delusion, but it’s so hard on us. I couldn’t take it anymore.” Taemin tried to sound as convincing as he could. Meanwhile, Jonghyun only looked at Onew, pretending Taemin wasn’t even there.

“Haha very funny,” Onew said flatly, but Taemin could hear the quaver in his voice. There was a tiny part of him that was worried that it might be true, and Taemin was going to make that part bigger and bigger until he Onew knew that Jonghyun was fake.

Taemin spent hours explaining some twisted backstory he had created with Jonghyun. Onew was supposedly trying to repress the memories of his childhood friend dying, so he created Jonghyun in his place. The elder was almost convinced, and they were running out of time. The movie was done by now, and Key and Minho would be back any minute.

“Then how do explain those vocals on our album?” Onew asked. 

It was the only loophole, and sadly the only thing Taemin hadn’t come up with an answer for. “Well you see,” he paused, his twisted mind trying to come up with a probable explanation, “you were so convinced that Jonghyun is a part of our group that sm had to make a new person. Jonghyun’s voice is just all of ours put together and mass produced.”

He doubted that the elder would accept that for an answer, but Onew nodded and then turned to Jonghyun. He put his hand on the boy’s shoulder and said, “it’s time for me to give you up, my imaginary friend. It’s been fun while it lasted.” 

Taemin jumped up and hugged Onew tightly, pretending to be happy for his “recovery.” While he had Onew in the embrace, he motioned for Jonghyun to leave.

Everything was perfect and had gone according to plan. By the time Minho and Key got home, Onew was asleep so he couldn’t talk to them, and Taemin rested peacefully knowing that he had tricked the leader once again. 


The next morning Taemin was awoken by screaming in the kitchen. “You think that Jonghyun’s what?!” Key shrieked.

“Well Taemin said..” Onew responded. Taemin heard heavy footsteps approaching his room, and quickly hid under the bed. This wasn’t the first time he had tricked another member into believing something absurd, and it surely wouldn’t be the last. 

anonymous asked:

So I don't know if you covered this or anything, but in the scene in s4 where Stiles and Malia get locked in a room and kiss, I didn't really see anyone unlock the door. I thought this could have something to do with Stile's somethingness.

Oh it does - that was all Stiles, I’m sure of it. I have written about that before, here’re some links to a couple of my previous posts 

In fact I also think Stiles locked the door, just not consciously. 

Melissa did close the door, that much is indisputable. And so it’s easy to assume that she also locked it. But why would Melissa do that? She’s not someone who meddles in anyone’s love life, not even her own son. I could see her giving some verbal advice, but not pulling something like this. As a trained nurse, she also probably knows not to lock people in rooms without cause, not to mention people might get panic attacks and so on.  

Also, I found  this document that lists the state regulations for room and baths at hospitals. I scrolled down to California and found this:

(b) patients’ rooms shall not be kept locked when occupied except in rooms approved by The department for seclusion of psychiatric patients.

I highly doubt Melissa would go against state policy just to force her son’s best friend and his ex to reconcile. 

But the conversation that plays out between Stiles and Malia does seem to support Melissa locking it. And it’s Malia who assumes this, and it seems the most logical explanation. But by now we all know that assumptions are dangerous in teen wolf. 

Stiles continues the conversation as if Melissa did do it, it but it’s a very weird conversation and I get the distinct impression Stiles is using Melissa as an example but what he really talks about is himself.

He does look surprised when he realized the door was locked, but unlike Malia who gets annoyed he just looks surprised for a moment..

…and then he seems to just come to a realization that, yeah that was probably me. 

So while Malia keeps droning on about Melissa locking it, Stiles seem to use her misunderstanding to talk about himself without talking about himself. 

Here’s the conversation, and I’ve put my little “translations” in [bold]

Malia: It’s locked.
Stiles: Why would she lock the door? Uh Hey, Melissa? (RATTLING) Melissa.
Malia: I could break it.
Stiles: How about you not? I already owe this hospital enough money.
Malia: Why would she lock the door?
Stiles: Maybe she didn’t mean to.[I totally did not consciously do that. But it kinda works so yeah]
Malia: You don’t just accidentally lock a door.
Stiles: Okay, well, maybe, she wasn’t thinking, exactly. [meaning I wasn’t thinking, I panicked when you tried to leave, we need to sort this out]
Or wasn’t thinking it through. You know, people sometimes do things without thinking them through. [I didn’t really mean to - i have no control over this thing yet.]
Malia: Then she’s stupid.
Stiles: [sounding very personally insulted] No, even smart people can do stupid things.  You know, ‘cause they think that it’s the right thing. [I can’t have you running around with Peter, he’s dangerous. I need to keep you safe and that is why i was keeping the fact that he’s your dad from you.] And I don’t think we should hold it against her, you know, for the rest of her life! [I messed up, forgive me!] Especially because she’s tried apologizing hundreds of times through texts and voicemails. [Now even Malia is picking up on the fact that he’s really talking about himself]
Malia: Is she gonna keep begging?
Stiles: She might.
Malia: I don’t have much practice in things like forgiveness. Some things I’m picking up fast. But other things are like
Stiles: Like math?
Malia: I hate math.
Stiles: You hate me?
Malia: I like you, Stiles. I like you a lot.
Stiles: I can work with that. [YES! I’m in control again]

And even if anyone strongly believes Melissa did lock the door - who unlocked it? And not just unlocked it but also opened it? Like you point out, there wasn’t anyone out there in that corridor.

Stiles moves his arm slightly to the left just before the door opens as well, as if he’s gently motioning it open with telekinesis. 

It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done something like that…

I think Stiles is aware of what he can do now, and probably has since the whole void thing. I know I’ve been saying that he’s mostly hiding it because he wants to appear normal, and I still think that is part of it. I’m just starting to think that the other argument is that he’s associating it with “bad things”. 

He’s usually only accessed his somethingness that he’s aware of to do shitty things - like kill the chemist, and we also know he remembers all the things he did during 3b. Are we really sure that was the nogitsune/void giving him resistance to electricity, throwing Derek into walls etc.? Perhaps that was all Stiles, and that is why he tells Malia that he remembers liking it, and that scares him. 

He seems genuinely surprised the few times we see him use it for good. Like here with the locking/unlocking of a door. But also stopping Malia from destroying the computer

and when the phone call came through in Mexico without cell service

So I guess Stiles is right that he’s better - just not good enough in his own eyes to reveal and own up to it. 

Nightmares - Perrentes Imagine

Anonymous – 

Cam you do a perrentes where mikke gets texts fom tont at like 3 am sometimes becuz he has nightmares and this time mike goes over to tonys house to comfort him and flufffffff btw LUV UR BLOG 


Mike P.O.V. 


“Ughh…” I groaned, reaching to the nightstand for my phone. I brought it up close, turning to bright screen on. I groaned again.

“too….damn…muthufriggin,,,,bright ass… ugh” I mumbled different profanities under my breath, while struggling to lower the brightness.

Obviously, I was tired.

‘Tony Turtle – 3:04 a.m.’

“Shit.” I opened the text, anticipating the worst.

'I’m sorry i wkoke you. Reallyy. i just wanted to be…distracted. uh, anyways, I had a nightmare again. That’s why I’m textig you. So, I was eating pizza with the you, Vic, and Jaime, and hen you guys started yellling at me for mssing up. Andf I didn’t know what I did, so I starrted crying because you hated me. And you yelled at me more. I’m such a baby babyyd. Sorry sorry please don’t wake up. Forget I eveer sent this.’

I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a slow sad sigh. I brought my feet to the floor, sitting up to stretch my back. I hit reply.

'Tony. Never be sorry for texting me when you have nightmares. I’m always here for you. I want to help. So, are you okay? Are you freaking out again? Panic attack? What is it, Turtle? :)’

I pushed the send button, eagerly waiting for a reply.

'Tony Turtle – 3:07 a.m.’

I hastily clicked the open button, breathing out a quick breath, searching through the text for any words of urgency.

'I judst always fell like “i’m bothering you, and you’re reallly good at lying so what if this whole time, you were   actuaflly bored of me. Asnd I thought you guys LIKEdD me. I always knew I was annoying and I don’t want to bother more so maybe I should djust avoid you. Sorrryy for gettin g your way.Jaime   was alwaysv funnier, wasn’t he?’

When Tony was having a panic attack, he always let out every thought and misspelled a lot of words because of his shaking hands, and flustered thoughts. 

Tony was having a panic attack.

"I’m on my way.’

I threw on some Vans and skinny jeans, stuffed my phone in my back pocket, and quietly (but very quickly) slid my window open. 

It’s times like this when I’m thankful for our one-story,' I thought as I stretched my long legs out the window, hopping out.

The night was darkly mysterious and cold, as always.

I started sprinting through short cuts and alleyways I had learned about from the many other occasions when I snuck out.


I pulled my phone out again.

'Tony Turtle – 3:15 a.m.’

'Please don’t. I know you guys hatue me. I’m so quiet and boring. I can;t even stiand myself. I bet wJaime and Vic and you always talk about how uglys I am.  I knoow I’m ugly, why doy uo talk about it behing my back? I hate myself and I hate you personality, anvd you guys are sow cool and iom n.ot.'v

I stopped a few streets from his house, and leaned forward, catching my breath again.

He needs a hug.' I thought, getting back up and starting off again. 

I eventually reached his house, panting heavily, My hand knocked cautiously on his window. I saw a light flicker on through his blinds.

The window slowly started to slide. I helped, bringing it across the hinges. I climbed through the blinds, only to see a short Tony shaking amd blinking rapidly. He was gasping for breath as his knees buckled and he started to fall.

I reached for waist, pulling him onto my lap as I slid to the carpet. He was struggling to speak.

"Y-you shou-shouldn’t….I hate……quiet….b-boring….I’m so-so pathet-tic.” he cried put barely audible whispers, his shoulders slumping.

I brought my hand to his, connecting our fingers as I calmed him down.

“Tony, you’re perfect. Nobody hates you. You’re not boring. Jaime loves you. Vic loves you. I love you. You’re safe. You’re safe. You’re safe.” I said into his ear.

He was still shaking.

“That’s what yo-you want m-me to thin-ink.” He stuttered out.

“No, Tony. It’s the voices again. Ignore them. Focus on me. I’m right here. Right now. And I love you.” I squeezed his hand and gripped his waist tighter.

“You h-hate me.”

After minutes of talking him down, his head laid back lazily on my shoulder. He was always exhausted after a panic attack.

“You’re safe. WIth me. You’re safe….” I continuously repeated, hoping it finally got to him. 

I kissed the back of his neck softly. I played with his soft hands. I rocked him back and forth. I knew what calmed him down. I knew him.

That night, Tony fell asleep in my lap. His breath slow and steady, his hands relaxed, his lips slightly parted. How I wanted to kiss them.


My eyes peeled open, and as my vision cleared, I saw Tony still rested in my arms, exactly like he was before.

I revealed my phone, checking the time.

'10:38 a.m.’

School had already started. I shrugged. Oh well, I wasn’t going to make him go anyways. 

I watched his eyes move around behind his eyelids. His hand would twitch sometimes, as did his feet. My little turtle finally looked calm.

“I want to kiss you so much right now.” I mumbled under my breath,.

“Th-then do it.” I looked up, wide-eyed, to see Tony looking into my eyes with his big, innocent eyes. 

I stared at his lips. So pink, and anxious, and Tony,

I joined our lips, his heavy breath swirled in with mine. I gradually moved our lips more, tightening my hands around his waist. He nagged at my hair. I confidently brought my tongue to his lip, licking his soft skin.

He moaned softly, and I could feel the warmth of his cheeks through his skin to the inside of his mouth, We stayed connected.

I messed with his mouth, getting more soft moans and fast breaths. He was always so nervous.

We pulled apart, my lips were throbbing with want and love. He was so perfect.

Tony was blushing at the ground, being his insecure self.

I kissed his nose, then his forehead, and his cheeks, and his nose again.

Tony blushed even more (if that was even possible), and glanced at me. I kept his face up with my fingers, slowly taking in his perfections.

“We all love you, Tony. But I love you the most." 

anonymous asked:

amy rose please write the muffled against a wall library!sex! your tags put this pit in my stomach and i need it like air! more beautiful words, all the ust. when you have time, or at all of course :)

The night before classes start, Erica drags Derek to a house party and he finds himself making out with an extremely attractive guy called Stiles. Stiles of all the names in all the world. It could be a damn fugitive’s name, odd and vague and fitting for the man that leans against the kitchen counter as he talks to Derek, feet turned towards him and pink lips turned up in a smile as they wrap around a beer bottle. Stiles has big, earnest eyes and talks with his hands. He teases Derek about his awkward flirting, and his slightly too short haircut. Derek mocks Stiles’ own messy hair, even as he’s itching to run his fingers through it, and he could tell by the way Stiles’ gaze had dropped constantly to his mouth that he was thinking similar things to Derek. 

Dirty things. 

Things Derek shouldn’t be thinking about when he has class in nine hours. 

Derek’s out of his element as they stumble back to Stiles’ shared house, he’s never really had one night stands, taken his studies seriously, put books first, earned his place at college through hard work and a dusty social life. He’s remarkably okay with pretending to be someone who does this regularly if it means he gets one night of it with Stiles. Stiles rims him on the stairs and they fuck on Stiles’ too small bed. It’s wild and intense and Derek forgets his inhibitions, is loud and laughs when Stiles can’t get his shoes off, clutches the headboard as he rides Stiles, relishes the scrape and the burn and the fast, heady pleasure of it all. 

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Just Ask Me To

@ificoulldflystan prompted: I couldn’t find your ask..rip but For the fic thing “My date stood me up, can you come pick me up?” for narry

It’s only been twenty minutes, Niall reasons with himself. Surely Todd is just running a bit late. The waitress comes over for a third time, asking if he’s ready to order now, and tells her, again, that he’s waiting for his date. She smiles at him sympathetically, patting his hand and walking away. Niall resents it.

But twenty five minutes after that, he’s feeling terribly sorry for himself, pulling his phone out of his pocket and texting Harry.

my date stood me up. can u come get me ?

The response is immediate. Be there in ten. xx

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anonymous asked:

May I request A Drabble with Aomine and Akashi coming home hella late (like 3am) but they didn't explain why to their s/o whose say waiting on the stairs in tears, when they walk through the door the S/O just turns and walks off to bed. THOSE BOYS GOT SOME APOLOGIZING TO DO!

oh my gosh boys why

Akashi: You were a crying mess as you waited for your fiance to arrive home. Waiting kept you up all night; you were just too worried about him. You didn’t receive any text messages nor calls from him about coming home late and you decided that you should call the police once daybreak ends.

After a few more minutes, the door finally opened. You were like a meerkat as you bobbed your head up. He gave you a questioning look as he removed his coat. “The staircase isn’t a place to sleep at. I believe that the bed would provide you more comfort, my dear.“

You were shocked at his slightly scolding tone. You gave him a glare before marching towards the guest room. Locking it from the inside, you screamed in frustration. You threw all the pillows on the bed, ignoring the knocks of your fiance.

“(f/n), I think you entered the wrong room,“ he calmly said, but enough for you to hear. You just continued to give him the cold shoulder you believed he deserve. “Is there something wrong, my dear?“

“I don’t know! Is there?“ you yelled. You were a little too hurt and disappointed by the way he acted. It was as if you waited for nothing.

There was a moment of silence. You thought that he finally gave up. Somehow you were relieved since you could finally sleep, but a part of you was hoping that he wouldn’t give up easily. You’re still seeking for his comfort.

You heard the sound of keys from the outside. Without further delay, the door was finally unbolted. You heard the faint footsteps becoming louder and louder as the redhead became more determined to know why you were acting in such kind of way.

“My dear, to be honest, I’m tired from all the paper work and meetings I had for the past few hours. I don’t think I can still play a guessing game with you.”

You turned your head to face him. Without a moment of hesitation, you sent him another glare. Surprisingly, it was enough to intimidate the Akashi Seijuro.

Cupping your cheek, he slightly leaned it get a better view of your face. Though it had tons of tear stains, seeing your face managed to calm him down and made him forget about how stressing the day was to him. “(f/n), what’s wrong?“

Averting your gaze to something else, you pouted,“you could’ve at least informed me about the things happening at work so that I didn’t have to worry, you know.“

He smirked as he finally found out the reason of your grumpiness. “Is that why you’re upset with my dear? I’m sorry. I truly am. Let this be a lesson for me. Am I forgiven now?“ his question seemed more like a demand and you smiled as you reminded yourself that he wasn’t an Akashi for nothing.

“I guess…“

To your utmost surprise, he slid is arms below your before carrying you, bridal style, to your shared bedroom.


“If you think that I’ll let you sleep there, you’ve got it wrong, my dear. I believe that I need you the most to forget all the stress I encountered the past few days. So I’m ordering you to be up for some late-night cuddling.“

“More like early-morning.“

Aomine: Walking towards the kitchen, you finally ignored the tears rolling down your face. You finally decided to put the food you prepared into storage containers, finally giving up on waiting for your boyfriend to come home. You actually prepared a fancy dinner for both of you, but it seemed like the dinner would just turn into breakfast you’d share with your pet cat. You were half worried because it was already way past midnight and your boyfriend wasn’t home yet, and half angry because he didn’t even tell anything to you about not coming home. You’ve waited on the staircase like an idiot waiting for nothing.

When you were finally finished storing everything in the fridge and ready to go to bed, you heard a very low and husky voice from behind which made you jump due to surprise.

“You’re still awake?“ It was Aomine. An eyebrow was raised a little way too high, but you ignored his curiosity and walked off to your room. “O-oi!“

You closed your bedroom door with a loud thud, shutting it on his face. Immediately, you covered your face with a pillow to hide all your frustration.

‘Wouldn’t he be sorry for coming home this late?‘ you thought as tears streamed down your face. ‘What an asshole.‘

You felt an additional weight on the bed, realizing that Aomine finally settled as well. You moved a little farther away from him, trying to suppress the sobs. He’s not the comforting-type of guy and you’re afraid that he might upset you more.

However, this guy wouldn’t give up on you easily. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you towards him until you met his solid chest. He nuzzled  on the crook of your neck, murmuring, “if you’re angry because I came home late then I’m sorry. I had a fun time with Kagami and Tetsu a while back in the court and I somehow forgot about going home. I should’ve at least texted you.“

Your stern feelings immediately softened the moment you knew that he actually realized his fault.

“Can we still eat the stuff you prepared?“

You hummed in response.

“Okay, good. Love you. Night.“

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Hope’s in New Jersey. Syd brought her dogs. Kelley’s out of sorts.

The Syd and Pinoe Show lands in New Jersey two days before the scheduled Sky Blue match in a blur of tiny dogs, big Beats headphones and airplane hair.

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