posted pic of the shirt before but heres a better one

Dance Like We’re Making Love (NSFW 18+)

I’m 100% blaming @minhosmeanhoe and @sarcasticallystilinski for this. Together, although unknowingly, the polluted my mind with dirty Dylan thoughts that forced me to write this in like an hour and a half. It’s sickeningly short, but it’s to the point. Also, I want to thank both of these lovely ladies for always being there to fill my mind with fantastic ideas. This did come about because of the new pics of Dylan that have recently surfaced. You can see them here. The song that goes along with this fic is “Dance Like We’re Making Love” by Ciara. Posting twice in one day is a rarity for me but I had to. i’ve also used this gif wayyyy too many times.


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Today our HUGE Amiami box came and it’s two months of backed up YOI stuff (plus stuff from other series but this post is focusing on just YOI), so here is an absolutely massive loot post. I  think this literally almost doubled our YOI collection.

First off is the Chara-Forme Yuri on Ice Acrylic Strap Collection Vol.3 by Empty! These are all Kiss and Cry themed and in my opinion this is one of the cutest sets they’ve released. Look even Georgi is adorable lol. 

This is the Yuri!!! on Ice Rubber Strap Collection Pair by Movic. There’s actually one non-pair in there as you can see lol. Yes they did remember the ring on the Victuuri one, by the way. Recent merch has been getting better about this, thankfully. I really like this set a lot (especially the bottom two. IDEAL). The only thing I’m not a fan of is how the ‘transparent strap’ style of them washes out the color in their faces a bit so you can’t see their blushes from the original art! 

The  Chara-Forme Yuri on Ice Acrylic Strap Collection Vol.2 by Empty! These are all based on the ED theme. The Yuuri in this set is blessed by angels. I don’t make the rules. It’s just true. 

Yuri!!! on Ice Clear Rubber Strap by Sol International. These are really cute and creative and all the straps have different colored sparkly backgrounds!! The top three are obviously themed to go together (both Yuuri and Victor are singing omg), and Yuuri is talking to a tiny Phichit on the bottom one of him. Also Victor and Yuuri as JOINT HASETSU AMBASSADORS is the best thing I never knew I needed. 

Yuri!!! on Ice Choko Kawa Rubber Strap by Sega. I really like the art in this set. It’s really soft and the thick lines are nice!! Also the skating Yurio has a sweet expression, which is rare but good. 

es Series nino Rubber Strap Collection by Kotobukiya. Chris’s pose is so extra. Haha I don’t have much to say here. They’re cute. 

Yuri!!! on Ice YuraYura Keychain by Bushiroad. For some reason my photos of all of these turned out really poorly, so you get these photos where the ones I’m selling are cut off, which I guess doesn’t really matter. I wonder why they put Yuuri in that promo outfit he never wears in so much stuff. I mean it’s a nice outfit but. Anyway, I ended up really LOVING these. The colors are super bright and the art is adorable!! Also no photos but they’re just as detailed on the back (for example Yurio’s hair is braided in the back on the keychain). 

Yuri!!! on Ice Tojikore Acrylic Keychain Vol.2 by TwinCre. So these are actually keychains, but they came with plastic stands, so you can display them as acrylic stands as well which is the BEST IDEA EVER. I love this so much and I dearly hope more keychain sets do it because it is so clever and handy. @abarero figured out a really, really awesome way to display our excessive amounts of keychains, but even then, this is always going to be better to me than hanging up yet another set of keychains. ANYWAY, every single keychain in this set is a gift; from banquet dancing to katsudon pirozhki to just… all of them. It’s so good. Absolutely one of my top three faves released for the series so far. 

Here’s keychains that came by themselves!

The History Maker Yuuri and the ending theme sparkler Yuuri were ACTUALLY amiami exclusive bonuses that came with the Kiss and Cry keychains and the Ending Theme keychains, but since they packed them separately I forgot to include them in those pictures. Whoops. 

Anyway, the big chibi keychains of Victor, Yuuri, Yurio, JJ, and Otabek are by Avex and they’re chibi versions of the Comiket exclusive release keychains. JJ, Otabek, and Yurio belong to @pantacular. 

Charappuccino Phichit is by Birthday. I actually did have Victor and Yuuri ordered too, but they were a couple of the items that got canceled, and they were out of stock. I actually did manage to find them on another site and have reordered them, but they’re not here yet. This keychain is so precious. 

The Tsumamare Victor and Yuuri are the little keychains hanging by their shirts. They’re by Cospa. They’re so cute and expressive. Especially the Yuuri! 

Bocchi-kun are by ACG and they’re the little tiny pouty keychains. They’re super cute, but I admit I’m a little disappointed by how tiny they are. Though I’m familiar with the line, I’ve never ordered a Bocchi-kun before, so I was unaware of their size. I don’t regret ordering them, and I’d still have gotten them (it’s not like they were pricey), but yeah, small. 

That single Yuuri is a Jelly Charm by ACG. And lastly is the Oshikura Victor by Orange Rouge. This actually came out in January, but I missed ordering it. Victor and Yurio are relatively easy to find, but Yuuri seems to be sold out everywhere, so Victor is having to wait. I did find Yuuri somewhere, but he’s a bit overpriced. It’s not TOO bad though, so I’ll probably go ahead and bite the bullet and get him instead of having to resort to bidding on auctions.  


In front, Love&Life and On Ice Victor and Yuuri cellphone stands from Atelier Magi because they’re great. Behind that, Cospa’s Vkusno! rice bowl. Next to that, Gyugyutto cushion straps of Victor and Yuuri by Bell House (Victor gets katsudon but poor Yuuri doesn’t lol). Behind them, Victor and Yuuri mugs by Gift. And inside the mugs, Victor and Yuuri Nitotan plush by Takara Tomy ARTs (which are super cute and nicely detailed). 

Here’s the inside of the rice bowl:

‘sup from Yuuri

Okay here we go. More non-keychain loot.

The Playful Mind (that’s the brand) collaboration stuff was cute as shit so I picked up some stuff from it. Good stuff, high quality, adorable art. 

There’s two (faux) leather trays, a coin purse, a phone case, and two cord holders. 

Above that is two pass cases of Victor and Yuuri being dapper in suits by A3! There were keychains released by Animega with this art, but they are near IMPOSSIBLE to get, and I’m resigned to the fact that it will never happen, so when I saw these pass cases, I decided to snag them instead. You can use them as keychains, so they essentially serve the same purpose.  

There’s Victor and Yuuri hair clips by Emu, which I’ll actually probably sell because they are big! I thought they’d be little ones judging by the price, but they’re big and I have short hair, so we’ll see about that. Above that is three sets of can badges, all by Movic. Then there’s the super cute 2016-2017 School Calendar, which I’m so pleased stands up on its own. 

Down below is three pens. Two of them are those kitschy ‘floaty’ ones where a figure floats down the pen, in this case it’s Victor and Yuuri ‘skating down’ a rink in the pen. They’re cute. The other one is a really cool, elegant pen themed after Yuuri’s FS outfit. 

Some closer up pics: 


The softe things.

Usually I crop images to just the merchandise but like hell I was going to crop out my cat. Oxford now graces this post with his remarkable presence. 

Makkachin tissue box cover by Avex Pictures. Just as fluffy as all the rumors have foretold. 

Then! The Victor and Yuuri pillowcases by M’s. Extremely soft fabric!! Would recommend for resting head upon. The picture is kind of a bad angle and frankly they BOTH look weird in this photo because of it but… I think, upon seeing it in person, the complaints about Victor’s face are very unwarranted. He actually looks really good and sweet and gentle in person and very much like Victor? The problem is parts of the rest of his body, where the anatomy is wonk (but this is just the pillow, so it’s only shoulders up and you don’t get that). And Yuuri looks great of course.  

ANYWAY, that’s end of this massive post. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I’ll have a sales post up pretty soon.  ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

anonymous asked:

I'm newer to the fandom so maybe I just haven't seen it yet, but I haven't really thought of Harry as a big drinker? I thought that was mostly Louis and his friends.

LISTEN you are missing out, my friend. harry is the sloppiest drunk and it’s beautiful but it’s been suppressed lately because they’ve been pushing the louis! lads! clubbing! stuff for a couple months. but harry! gets! so! sloppy!!

(it’s my head canon that he’s an incredible lightweight but what do i know maybe he drinks like a fish)

here’s a roughly chronological (based on hairstyle) post of the sloppiest pop star of all time THIS IS SO LONG BYE

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Bagels and Blondes

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Bellamy almost wasn’t able to stifle his groan when someone walked into the shop at 5 AM. They were technically open, but very few people actually need bagels before 7, so those first two hours were Bellamy’s time to slowly wake up to the day.

But this little blonde woman just had to ruin it.

She grinned widely at him when she walked in and said a chipper “Good morning!” before looking through the glass at the bagel selection.

She’s the most annoyingly morning-person I’ve ever met, Bellamy thought to himself.

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Devil Eyes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary (Request) :(Anon) OMG I saw the Sebastian pic you reblogged, and baaaam an idea popped up haha. Would you write something where Bucky is a mechanic and one time you go there cause your motorcycle broke down and you’ve heard he’s good. So when you get there he’s wearing a muscle Shirt, is all dirty and Looks pretty hot with his metal arm. So after you watch him fix your bike you can’t resist the way he also Looks at you, so it happens that you end up in shower together. Later then he asks you for a proper date? :)

Warnings: Smut. You know the drill. ;)

A/N: I am so sorry to the anon that sent me this weeks ago and it took me FOREVER to write. I’ve been going through some stuff these past few weeks and it was really tough to get focused on my writing. But I promise to all of my followers that I will start posting more often, both reader inserts, and more chapters for Ineffable. I love you guys. <3

This is the photo. 

“So, how long have you been doing this?” You asked, trying not to sound as if you were salivating at the flawless form in front of you trying to fix your motorcycle. His skin was glistening in the strong light he had shining over him, (Or the motorcycle, but no need to get into details) so that he could have proper sight of the structure before him in the dark garage.

           “I don’t know, a couple of months.” He replied, looking up at you for a moment before grabbing for another one of his tools.

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J2 Gold Panel at HousCon17

Now that the panel videos are out (thank you, Crowleys Hellhound @ YouTube!), it’s time to take a look at what happened at the morning panel in Houston.

The general atmosphere of the panel was extremely playful and very relaxed. The J’s were quite openly affectionate - the heart eyes were strong at this convention.

Jensen and Jared show up on stage - but wait, isn’t that some hotter version of Cas? Jensen certainly looks appreciative of the package. (0:57)

Jared feels uncomfortable wearing such small clothes and a fan suggests he’d take them off, so off they go - with style, of course! Jensen provides the stripper music by banging a drum with child-like enthusiasm. (2:43)

Unfortunately the shirt is too small as well…


Here comes the mandatory naughty joke! The J’s are talking about the prison garbs they wore for the episode First Blood. Jared insists on calling them onesies while Jensen calls them coveralls. Jensen thinks babies wear onesies and a baby joke starts. Jared loved the comfy “onesies” and thought he could sleep in them and then Jensen says “It’s two o’clock, time for bottle feeding!” (5:30)

Now, let me explain this a bit. Here’s what Urban Dictionary has as the most popular explanation for the term “milk bottle.”

So, uhh, is Jensen talking about feeding Jared with actual milk, or is there something else behind the joke? Seeing how the J’s seem familiar with every dirty word in the English language and Jared’s reaction to this joke, I’m fairly confident that this was a naughty joke indeed.

This makes me think of all sorts of things and I can tell you that none of them are G-rated.

A fan says she’s gotten her 72-year-old grandmother into Supernatural (and continues with something I can’t distinguish) Jensen asks her “Has she seen this?” (10:30) and continues straight into heart-eyes mode, shaking his head fondly. Pay attention to Jared’s face on the screen behind them! They look at each other with such love.

Jensen is asked about the difference between filming Smallville and Supernatural. Jensen says “The lead (Tom Welling) was bigger and way better looking” to which Jared responds “Don’t be so mean to yourself.. you’re big!” (13:11)

They both seem a little embarrassed by the joke and I might never forget this moment.

I thought this moment deserved its own video clip. Jensen is still talking about Smallville here and says that he (his character) had a really hot girlfriend on that show while in Supernatural he’s stuck with “this hot chick.” (15:19) Notice how he repeats it for what I can only assume is for added effect. Jared doesn’t seem to mind it at all, but waves happily at the audience.

I can only say that the reaction of the audience is disappointing. Had I been there, this would have been the moment where I’d have let out an inhuman screech. The audience squals a little at first and laughs at the repeat. Fandom, I am disappointed in you.

Other great moments from the panel:

  • A fan asks if they get overhelmed at times at 15:34 marker and both of the men give heartfelt responses (gifs)
  • A fan asks if Dean would take advantage of a drunk Sam and… cut his hair. 21:57 (gifs)
  • Jared calls Jensen “Jen” at 30:05 marker (gif)
  • Jared declaring he isn’t wearing any underwear at the very end of the video before quickly making this exit (pic)

I sensed a very clear theme in this panel and that was mutual appreciation. We got to witness an insane amount of heart-eyes moments here - even to the extent where I stopped writing down the markers for those. They were so abundant. Jensen called Jared hot twice, Jared showed appreciation of Jensen’s size… There was a possible blowjob joke? This loveydovey panel came out of nowhere - I had expected to see G in Houston along with some on-stage bearding, but I was surprised in a very nice way.

This panel is definitely be one of my favourite ones in the history of SPN conventions, if not the absolute number one.

PS: Main panel post here.

channie  asked:

mom i love u and i just read ur jungkook overwatch au??? im dying??? if u could, can u please do the same thing with hoseok? :)

sure ^^ find pro player!jungkook (here

  • mains tracer for most competitive games so he’s considered dps
  • technically when he streams he loVES to play lucio because the character just vibes with him so much,,,,,like when he gets to say LETS BREAK IT DOWN he always gets sO giddy 
  • but also just loves tracer too and as a gift for the fans he wore her jacket and goggles to a fansign event (everyone also wanted to see him in the tight legging but manager namjoon made sure that didn’t happen. bummer.)
  • “cheers love, hoseok is here~ ;)”
  • talks so much in the booth but the team really likes it because he keeps the energy high even if they lose maps like hoseok gets up and dances around the booth and gets yoongi to laugh and taehyung to relax like,,,,he’s the teams spirit tbh
  • but also their downfall. uses their twitter to post embarrassing pics of them sleeping on the plane and stuff
  • you’re actually one of the commentators for a season long competition and so ,,, you and hoseok see a lot of each other
  • and it’s not like you mean to catch each others eye or anything,,,,you know him of course because of his fame but,,,,,,,
  • somehow there seems to be some kind of mutual interest
  • and when the first couple of rounds are over,,,,the commentators get to invite a player up to talk about the victory and ofc the team sends hoseok because who better to talk about their win 
  • and as you’re getting ready,,,,,hoseok mumbles that he’s having trouble with the mic so you go over and help him
  • but you have to fasten it onto the collar of his shirt so you’re quite close and you can basically feel hoseok’s breathing
  • and when you finally clip the mic on you hear him whisper “even prettier up close~” and you blush because,,,,w,,what??? is he talking about you
  • and hoseok catches the tint of red on your skin and he shoots you a grin
  • and as you sit down to start the interview with the other caster you can’t help but keep seeing how hoseok never directly looks at them
  • but keeps nodding and smiling at you
  • and one of the questions is ‘say something to your fans’ and hoseok is like hmmm ok 
  • and he makes finger guns and points it at your heart and goes “he shoots,,,,,he scores~” which is a line of tracers as well
  • and the other caster cracks a joke about how it should have been for the fans and not you and hoseok is like “they’re my fan too, right?”
  • and you’re so embarrassed that you can only nod,,,,using a hand to cover a bit of your face
  • and with the interview over hoseok stands up and makes his way to you and he’s like “i think i need help with my mic again?” and you know he’s lying 
  • but you help him anyway and hoseok before you drop your hands from the mic takes them in his and is like 
  • “did my fanservice work on you?” and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,what if it did? and he’s like wELL then that means i can take you out to dinner after the next round?
  • you pretend to think about it but all hoseok has to do is wink and you’re melted so you’re like ok,,,,,,but wear the tracer jacket
  • and hoseok is like oh? really? and ur like no no hehe but you did look cute
  • and for the first time mister suave jung hoseok is the one blushing hehe
My experience at the HVFF

This is going to be a very long post about my experience at the HVFF (sorry for my terrible English).

So, when we arrived, on our left, we saw Milo Ventimiglia and we almost fainted in front of him because we didn’t expect to see him so close to the entrance lol Infact we were shocked when we saw John Barrowman few seconds later on our right too haha

Then my friends and I went immediately to Robin’s stand and when we saw him we all freaked out -damn, he’s so good looking and he seems like 28, not 39 :O- So we stood right next to him (not in the queue) and when he saw us he waved and smiled at us (his smile is so bright and cute, I almost melted).

Then I met Em, Julia (@robinllordtaylor) and Jen (@christopherpaulcolfers) and they’re absolutely adorable ;-; I’m so happy that I’ve finally met them -I love you so much girls!

Then we all went to Robin’s photo-op and when I saw him I asked him if we could hug and he said ‘Of course, sweetie!’ and he smiled again. So I picked up my bags and I showed my hand to my friend -because I was literally shaking- and Dickie (Robin’s husband) saw me and he laughed -lol I was sooo embarrassed!

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A/N: Finally posted this! Please take note that fics will be posted late due to laptop difficulties. -Admin Uni

Warnings: Smut, 18+ content

“Naaaammjoooonieeeeee” You called out, seeking attention from your busy boyfriend. “Naaaaaamjoooonieeeeeeeee” You repeated, allowing yourself to stress the vowels in his name and let the slight irritation voice itself.

Yet again, his attention was focused on his laptop and listening to whatever he was listening to. You were beginning to become more irked, you haven’t seen him face to face for five million years and he was always sending his horny ass texts like “Baabyyy I misss youuu” or “You don’t know the dirty things I’m going to do to you once I get back” or your favorite: a dick pic followed by “Can’t you come over and suck me off?”. Goddammit Namjoon, if you really meant it you’d be fucking me into next month by now. You were starting to feel slightly neglected, a little offended that he’s putting all this work in front of you. You were sure that if you collapsed and died, he

wouldn’t notice the thud your body would make and continue working.You were needy, after eternity without any physical affection he’s here and ignoring you for work? You were having none of that bullshit.

Suddenly, an idea popped in your head. You raced upstairs and shut the door to your shared room when he was even there. You peeled off your cozy sweats and replaced them with something much more appealing. You had recently decided that you were going to spoil yourself, and that led to buying piles upon piles of lingerie. You were pretty sure that you’d be broke if you didn’t have Namjoon. But he wasn’t there to control you, and that was more reasons that he should pay more attention to you. You slid the panties and garter on with ease, and clipped the intricate matching bra as well. You pulled the stockings on and clipped them to the garter and glimpsed at your reflection. Namjoon better like what he sees or you were going to scream, those screams not being of pleasure. You took off the ponytail and watched your hair cascade and fall down to its length. You finally did your makeup in a sultry way, not holding back.

You sauntered down the stairs, proud of your work. There was Namjoon, still furiously working. So devoted to his work, if only he could devote that much attention to you. You smirked lightly and came close to his face.

“Namjoonie..” You stated his name seductively, making sure you came off more appealing than normal.

Namjoon finally looked up from his damned work and took a glance at you. He finally set his laptop aside and took out his earbuds to take in the sight in front of him.

You slithered onto his lap and began rocking your hips in a steady rhythm. Namjoon rested his hands on your ass, looking up expectantly at you. You simply bit your lip and began to trail your hands along his torso, chest and his delicious collarbone.

“Baby..what are you doing? You know that daddy’s busy” Namjoon replied darkly.

You let out no response and just hummed and lifted the hem of his shirt and slid the useless piece of clothing off. You proceeded to kiss along his jawline and suck on the flesh of his neck, marking him as yours. Your actions came to an abrupt end when you sensed yourself being picked up off his lap and carried into the bedroom. You yelped in a high pitched voice as you were effortlessly tossed onto the soft sheets of the bed.

“Baby, what did I tell you about bothering daddy when he’s working” He questioned with authority.

“To not to..but daddy. I need you. Please?” You responded innocently.

“But you broke a rule, babygirl. You need to be punished. You know better than that. Now. On my lap” He commanded, taking a seat and gesturing to his lap.

You huffed and bent over his lap, wiggling your ass to a small extent to tease him a bit. Namjoon simply rubbed your ass gingerly before placing a harsh slap on your cheek. He kept repeating the motion of rubbing the area lightly before spanking you, alternating between the paddle and his hands. You squirmed, and kicked out your legs as a reaction to the stinging sensation. Namjoon chuckled quietly at your action before sitting you up on his lap again.

“Now, are you going to behave like a good little girl or is daddy going to have to discipline you more?”

“Hmmm…no. I like being punished by you, daddy.”

Namjoon growled and flung you onto your back. In one swift motion, your bra was being ripped off of you. The next thing you knew, you were being fastened to the headboard with the ribbons. You pouted as the silk tie went from his hands, and made its way to cover your eyes. Namjoon peeled off the laced garter and panties, leaving you bare and vulnerable to his lustful wishes.

You heard footsteps venture into the closet, with several objects being placed onto the nightstand beside you.

“Such a dirty like being punished, don’t you, you little slut?”

He was only met with silence as he began to ruthlessly attack your neck with harsh bites and suckles that were going to leave a noticeable purple color the next day. You tilted your head back, enjoying the sensation of his mouth, and the overall dominance beginning to present itself. His glorious mouth started to leave a line, lingering on the attacked place before trailing down to your breasts. You started to breathe heavily as he took one into his mouth and kneaded one roughly with his large hand. You bit back your moans while he toyed around with the rosy buds, biting and sucking on one, while the other was being pinched and rolled between his fingers.

“N-Namjoon” You breathlessly said between pants.

Again, your reactions were met with a deep yet quiet laugh and simply proceeded to trail his hands and mouth down your navel to your soaking core. You were positive that your wetness was slowly dripping down your thigh and onto the bed beneath you, ruining the sheets.

“Oh? What’s this? The only thing I did was tongue your tits for a few minutes and you’re already this wet?”

“Sh-shut up and just pleasure me already, daddy!”

“I don’t think’re still being punished, remember princess?”

You let out an exasperated groan and lifted your hips, hoping he’d finally just let you release by now. Instead, Namjoon just rubbed your clit, while teasing your slit. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he began to suck on your swollen clit while pushing a digit inside of you. He picked up the pace and begun to suck harder before going at an agonizing rate again. You knew exactly what this fucker was doing with you, and he sure as hell knew that you didn’t like one little bit. You cried out as small vibrations began to pulsate through your body, Namjoon knew you were close. And he decided to toy with it, switching on your vibrator to the lowest setting and thrusting it into you. You began to moan uncontrollably, out of the pleasure coursing through your veins and the vibrator oh so teasingly bringing you to your release but not quite.

“Babygirl..I can tell that your close. But don’t cum yet, or you’ll only get punished more.” Namjoon dangerously warned.

You had enough of this merciless teasing, you ignored his caution and climaxed, releasing onto the vibrator.

“Baby, what did I tell you about cumming? You’re really going to get it now.”

You smirked, not knowing what was going to come next but still smirked out of anticipation. You cried out in surprise though, as the riding crop was being brought down onto the sensitive bundle of nerves on your thigh. You then felt the tail of the whip crackle onto the valley between your breasts. Namjoon knew you were sensitive there and only decided to toy with you even more. Unawaringly, the vibrator was turned onto a higher setting, being thrusted at a quicker pace.

“You wanted to cum this badly? Go ahead, sweetheart. See what it’ll get you into” Namjoon teased, amusing himself from your visible frustration.

You felt a sucking pressure being applied to your clit once again as the vibrator was taken out and replaced by two long and slender fingers. You didn’t even know how many times you came by now, the only thing you knew was that you needed him inside you. You released one more time, before the fingers and tongue were taken away from your aching core.

“Hmm..are you ready for daddy now? Are you ready for your pretty little core to take all of daddy’s cock and finally let me fuck you? Answer me, babygirl.” Namjoon commanded, pulling your head close to his.

“Fuck, daddy. I don’t give a shit anymore, just please fuck me already! You’ve teased me for too fucking long, I need your cock so fucking badly!” You irritatedly exclaimed.

“Fine. But first..” The silken tie and the ribbons fell away and you were being forced onto your knees. Your head was being pushed down to Namjoon’s pulsating member. You reluctantly took all of him into your mouth, and eventually throat. You didn’t get why he didn’t have you ride him, but you obliged, willing to do as he wished for you to do. You bobbed your head in a slow pace, hollowing your cheeks. Namjoon began groaning and thrusting into your throat, fucking your mouth. He then quickly pulled out from your throat and tossed you back onto the bed. The mattress shifted underneath his weight, as he climbed on top of you.

“I think you’re ready for daddy’s cock. Are you now, babygirl? Are you ready to melt under daddy’s voice as he pleasures you, finally letting you cum all over his cock? Is that what my dirty little babygirl wants?”

“Daddy please..stop teasing and fuck me.”

You got into his favorite position, onto your stomach with your ass up. You yelped and cried out as without warning, Namjoon slammed into you. He began to pound into you with so much force, that you had to grip the sheets until your knuckles turned white to keep from flying forward. Your moaning was uncontrollable now, the sensory overload and the pleasure was too much for you to take. You could have sworn you were seeing stars, you were on cloud nine now. Namjoon’s filthy words were only helping you to achieve your heavenly climax, you were going to release sooner than you thought. Your words were turned to unintelligible vowels, moans turned to screams. The only word that could be made out was “Namjoon”. You then tightened around Namjoon, screamed out that dirty name of his, and released all over his aching member. Namjoon soon climaxed after you, with several grunts and an elongated groan.

The both of you collapsed onto the bed after your mind blowing orgasm and looked lovingly into each other’s eyes.

“Hey babe? I’m sorry for ignoring you. But..I was writing a song for you. I wanted it to be the best, but I didn’t realise that I was neglecting you.” Nams sheepishly scratched his neck, smiling dorkishly, those damn cute dimples appearing.

“Just don’t do it again. Unless you want me to do what I just did again.” You replied, masking your flattery and excitement.

“Babe, if I’m going to get you into that lingerie and you grinding all over my lap, I’m sure as hell going to do it again”

You rolled your eyes and smacked his arm, proceeding to fall asleep cradled snugly into his arms.

Arrow Dodge Challenge

Request: This wasn’t requested.

Pairing: Tyler Scheid x Reader

Summary: You’re filming the ‘Arrow Dodge Challenge’ with the whole crew and things don’t go exactly as planned.

Warnings: Very mild injuries and swearing.

Word count: 779

A/N: I’ve been getting major Tyler feels because of @post-stripper-anon (all her writing is wonderful, even though they’re only headcanons, but that somehow makes me like it even more..? It’s mostly Tyler + nsfw, so if you like either I recommend you check her out; 10/10) and I was watching the arrow dodge challenge and after seeing Ethan being shot with the arrows I came up with this and I literally stopped mid-video to write this. Also, I got 2 ideas for this and I kinda want to do both so I split it into 2 endings whoops. So basically while you read this I’ll be writing the other 2 parts and will upload them as soon as I can.

(You can find the two alternate endings at the bottom of the post)

My Masterlist

Originally posted by everythingtythan

Arrow Dodge Challenge

“Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier, and welcome to the “Arrow Dodge Challenge”. I’m here with Bob, Wade, Ethan,” Mark said, going down the line of people set out in front of him. “ Tyler, and his lovely girlfriend, who you may or may not know from previous videos, Y/N.”

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You’re important

So ever since I mentioned this idea to @lightoflunaris , I’ve been giving it a lot of thought. And after hearing how she’s not feeling well with her anxiety and depression, I wanted to do something to make her feel a little better, even if it doesn’t do much. This was supposed to go out way earlier, but finals happened and then Klance week and preparation for Shance fluff week and then I need to find a job. When I saw @forsakenangel88 post their usual preview pic for Vermilion Gate, I got excited and also realized I needed to finish this. So I hope this does make your day a bit better, it’s the reason I was asking for more info, but I was sure other people would be interested, so enjoy and I hope you two know I’m thinking of you.

Lance couldn’t sleep, turning in his bed constantly before giving up and climbing out. It had been about two days since the purification ceremony. All because he acted out, he caused blight on his lady, putting her in pain. If Shiro hadn’t found him with Lotor, who was trying to convince him to let Lotor give him a new name and become a Stray, he would have never known what his actions were doing to Allura. The ceremony was painful but because he confessed his sins so quickly it ended fast enough. After, he had been hurled into the shrine’s infirmary so Coran could check him over. Coran had been fussing over him and while it was nice, Lance felt like he didn’t deserve it. He hurt Lady Allura and almost became a Stray.

Everyone else had to of been thinking the same thing because he hadn’t seen the others at all after Coran released him. No doubt they were avoiding him and he couldn’t blame them. He pulled up his pants leg to look at the name tattoo printed on it.

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Kandreil Goes to the Con, Part 1

[This is very self-indulgent continuation of a drabble I wrote back in November 2016 about an exy anime . Basically I really love the idea of Kevin being a closet otaku! I’ve been to 12 anime cons to date so what follows is largely based on my own con experiences.]

It’s all Kevin’s fault. He has been bugging Andrew and Neil about the anime con for months, determined to finally go now that he doesn’t have to worry about the Moriyamas coming after him. The campaign started when Kevin told them that there was an anime about exy that was slotted to premiere during the summer and in preparation for its release Kevin had been introducing them to other sports anime. Neil likes watching and he likes arguing with Kevin about it, but he doesn’t consider himself a part of the fandom. Andrew feigns disinterest but he’s actually more than a little invested in some of the characters.

Now they have an entire weekend to themselves and Neil just wants to unwind at the Columbia house but Kevin pulls a coup and announces that he has already bought weekend passes for the three of them and booked a room at the con hotel. Neil is furious, mostly because Kevin went behind their backs. Andrew isn’t keen on the crowds of hyper teenagers but there’s no way he’s letting Kevin go off on his own. In the end they all go.

The con is madness. There are cosplayers EVERYWHERE. Kevin is losing his shit, asking every other person to pose with him in a photo. Andrew ends up holding all of his bags while Neil takes the pictures. It is so loud, so lively, and they are only in the hotel lobby. Groups of regular hotel guests weave their way through the con attendees, baffled and amused looks on their faces.

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The Joker x Pregnant Reader 2

Well, it happened and that’s all there is to it. Cross your fingers and hope for the best. At least he didn’t try to kill you…yet.    T__T

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“Oh, wow…this is going to be an amazing night,” you manage to utter, letting your body collapse on top of the Joker’s, starting to unbutton his shirt while kissing him.

“Anything I can do to keep my Pumpkin happy,” he snickers, panting with desire. “God, I really missed you”. His blue eyes look for yours and then you both stop for a few seconds, gazing at each other.

“You were gone like, for two days  J, ” you smile, teasing him.

“Yeah, and I missed you. You didn’t miss me?!” he frowns, biting your neck line, making sure to leave a few marks.

“Well…it was so nice and quiet…”you start telling him when you suddenly feel the pinches go down all over your body and he finally violently gropes you, satisfied he made you squeal.

“Why are you misbehaving, hmm?” he growls, pulling down on your skirt.

“You know why, baby” you wink, quickly jumping off him, backing out towards the wall.

“Hey, get back in bed, Kitten!”

“Noooope,” you lick your lips, starting to undress. “You come over here.”

“Ohhh… my naughty little minx. Daddy likes!” he purrs, getting out of the bed and slowly walking towards you, tossing his now unbuttoned shirt on the floor.

Suddenly, you can hear Emma’s cry coming from her room.

The Joker freezes for a moment, panicked, then before you can move, he is very fast in trapping you against the wall. His knee goes in between your legs and his hands on the sides of your head, grinding his silver grill in annoyance.

“You’re not going anywhere!”

“J, she’s crying, probably had a nightmare,” you chuckle, amused he’s behaving like this (again).

“NO, I need you!” He’s pushing himself against you even harder.

“Come on, baby, let me go,” you plead, struggling against his body.

“No, you have to pay attention to ME!”

Crying intensifies.

“I have to go, she won’t stop,” you beg, kissing him softly and trying to look as disappointed as you can.

“You’re mine, I don’t like to share. I saw you first,” he mutters, knowing the battle is already lost.

That doesn’t sound childish at all.

“You’re 39, she’s not even 2. I think you have a better chance of surviving this…yes..?” you try to reason with him and he’s sulking.

He takes a deep breath, pouting:

“Remind me again why we have a kid, Y/N.”

“Because we couldn’t let my beauty, brains, charm, awesomeness and your…amazing cheekbones go to waste.”

“Ha! Funny…” he whispers with a sarcastic tone, finally releasing you from his little trap. “I’ll go get her.”

“Awww, you’re such a good dad, J , “ you mock, watching him walk funny towards the door. “Your sacrifice will be remembered in the years to come.”

“Yeah, whatever!”


Emma is now in your bed, cuddled on top of the Joker, sucking on her thumb with her eyes closed while he keeps on caressing her hair. You take a picture of the cute moment. Your phone is full of thousands of pics you snap all the time when J is being sweet with her. Considering everything, he’s actually a good parent. At first you watched him like a hawk, of course, but he never tried to hurt her or anything, even if he creates such a fuss over the little things that happen on a daily basis. You swear: sometimes you feel like you have two kids.


Morning time and you fumble around the kitchen while J is watching Emma, reading her a story. You hear him talk so you stop and listen.

“…and while they were trying to escape, boom!!! Huge explosion, blood everywhere,” he claps his hands and she laughs with her little mouse voice.

“B’ood da’y?” (she can’t really say “daddy”, but there are a few times when she manages to say it clearly).

“Yes, lots of it, all over!” She can’t really understand, but he makes her laugh with his dramatic gestures.

“J, what are you telling her?!” you shout from the kitchen.

“Well, Princess, whoever wrote this garbage for kids should be killed. I had to add something to spice it up, it’s atrocious.”

“J, stop telling her stuff like that, she’s just a baby!” you ask, shaking your head in disapproval and going back to rearranging the kitchen.


“It always puzzles me: don’t I look intimidating? Why isn’t Emma afraid of me?”

“ She takes after her mom,” you answer, rolling your eyes at the obvious reason.


“SHE TAKES AFTER HER MOM!” you yell louder, chuckling.

“I heard you the first time, I just thought you won’t have the guts to repeat that.”

“Ha, ha that would be the day!” you puff, opening the fridge.

The Joker tickles Emma, speaking in a low voice:

“See what I have to deal with? Mommy’s feisty, but I love it. When you grow up, don’t be sassy to daddy, ok? I already have one pain in the ass.“ She sits quietly in his lap, trying yet again to peel his J and the star tattoos on his face, thinking they are stickers.  

He didn’t notice you standing in front of the desk now, arms crossed and eyebrows lifted, staring him down. He lifts his eyes and sees the expression on your face:

“Oh, hey Y/N… Dammit, am I sleeping on the couch tonight?”

“You’re getting close, baby” you scoff, going back to your work.

Some time passed and you don’t hear anything anymore. You go to see what’s going on and you see J widely grinning, with a bunch of personalized stickers on his face and your daughter peeling them. (A while ago, he ordered lots of identical stickers with his J and star tattoo so she can enjoy taking them off.) You think it’s adorable and snap another pic.

“You’re such a good girl,” he kisses her forehead, enjoying she’s preoccupied with something so he can take a look at Gotham’s map on his desk. “I always say that to mommy too when I…”

“J, what the hell?! Shut it down!”

He snickers, winking and roaring in your direction.

The knock in the door stops the little rant you were about to give him.

“Cooooome innnn,” the Joker playfully drags the words, squeaking, earning a laugh and a kiss on the cheek from his daughter that he’s absolutely thrilled about.

Frost comes in and Emma becomes so impatient that J has to put her down. She runs to him, grabbing his leg and reaching for him. You notice The Joker doesn’t look happy at all right now and you go and sit in his lap as fast as you can, firmly holding his right hand on your leg and putting his left one around your waist.

“F’ostyyyy, up… up!” He pics her up and she shyly places her tiny arms around his neck, hugging him.

“Hey there, Em,” Frost smiles, holding her tight to his chest.

“That’s my kid…” he mumbles in your ear, getting pissed. He tries to get up but you hold him down.

“Steady, J ” you smile, stroking his green hair, finding it funny he is always so possessive.

“She’s my little Princess, mine!” he moves around in the chair, uncomfortable.

“Yes, baby, everything is yours and yours alone, ok? She likes him and he’s good to her, I told you before there’s no harm in it, “ you kiss his temple while he’s fuming.

“Boss,” Jonny tries to start the conversation but stops when he sees the Joker looking away, averting his eyes on purpose.

“Ummm… Y/N, you’re coming with us tonight, right?”

“Oh, yes, I want those diamonds so bad. It’s said they are huggeee!!” you squirm, happy that you can wear them soon.


Mister J went into his office to look over the bank’s plans for your raid tonight. He will stay home with Emma but wants to make sure everything will be ok for you. He marks the exits with a black marker, drawing a line over the entry point. Some explosives should do the work. And the diamonds are right…here-marked with an “X”. Music starts blasting in the penthouse and he sighs, annoyed. How is he supposed to concentrate?! He gets up and opens the door, wanting to complain and tell you to turn it down, when what’s going on in the living room stops him. You swing your body to the beat and Emma is in front of you, trying to imitate your moves, looking completely adorable as she tries so hard to follow what you do. You just laugh and look so happy that the Joker catches himself standing in the doorway, a smile forming in the corner of his mouth. He takes out his cell and starts recording you two. If one of these days he gets killed, he wants the cops, the SWAT team or Batsy to find this on him, watch it and know that The Clown Prince of Crime had it all, on his own terms, and didn’t give a damn about what anyone thinks.


“Achoo!” her little sneeze makes you turn around from your current task: making sure you have everything you need for tonight’s heist. The Joker’s green shirt is full of yogurt which he was feeding her when she sneezed. Emma starts giggling and you follow.

“Really kid? On daddy’s Prada shirt?” he crinkles his nose, looking at the fabric to assess the damage. “And you, Kitten, are setting up a bad example. Why are you laughing?”

“Because it’s FUNNY; I’ll get you another shirt, hold on,” you continue to snicker as you go to the master bedroom.

“I get no respect around here anymore,” he frowns, tilting his head, trying to stay mad but can’t contain his smile hearing his daughter cracking up. She can’t stop giggling.

“Wha’? You’re getting a kick from doing something you’re not supposed to?… That’s my girl, you’re definitely my kid.” He feels such pride building inside his chest. He cups her face, squeezing her cheeks and kissing them all over.

Definitely? Like in there’s any doubt Emma wouldn’t be yours, hmmm?” you narrow your eyes, smacking your lips, not very pleased, tossing the new shirt at him. He hates it when you sneak up on him and you always catch him at the right moment, talking nonsense.“Wanna repeat that to me, MISTER J?” Oops, you’re using Mister J when you’re really pissed and he knows it. But you’ve been so moody lately anyway.


You’ve put Emma to bed and you are done preparing for the robbery tonight. After everything is done, you go in the living room and sit by him on the couch. He’s watching the news, quiet for the last hour, which is unlike him. You lean your head on his legs, wrapping your arms around his knees.

“What’s wrong, handsome?” you ask while he starts combing your hair with his fingers, paying attention to the TV.

“Do you think Emma’s… ok?” he suddenly starts the conversation.

“Yeah, she’s fine; I just put her to bed.”

“That’s not what I meant” he cuts you off and you know what he’s aiming at. “You know I’m… different and…”

Insane…” you start the sentence.

“Did you just call me insane?!” he pulls your hair and you gasp.

“…ly awesome, let me finish, jeez. That hurt.”

He yanks your hair again, and you punch his abs, not too hard.

“Relax baby, she’s fine. We’re fine, all right? We managed so far, didn’t we?”

He seems distracted and starts caressing your hair again. You suddenly realize it, jumping up so fast you knock down the remote out of his hand.

“J, she’s asleep!”

He gives you a confused glare.

“She’s asleep! Let’s go, me and you!” You pull him up, dragging him after you.

“Ohhhh,” he finally gets it and a huge smirk creeps on his face. “Shit, we wasted some precious minutes.” He stops you and lifts you up, carrying you in the bedroom bridal style.

Operation Mission Impossible was a total success. Hooray! *NO interruptions*


You tiptoe inside the penthouse, silently closing the door behind you. You hold the huge box in your hands, full of the diamonds you wanted so badly. Now they are yours and it makes you so pleased. Tonight’s heist went incredibly well and you are in a good mood. Where are your sunshines? You go to Emma’s bedroom to find her cuddling with her dad under her pink blanket. An “awww” escapes your lips and you take a picture, the millionth one now. It’s definitely heartwarming. You know who else needs to see this? you think, since you’re in such a happy place for the moment. Batsy. Since you’re not sleepy, you are going to finally do what you’ve planned for a while.


The Bat notices the sky light lit for him and he rushes to the spot, thinking Gordon has some kind of emergency. There is nobody on the top of the building except something that seems like a photo album surrounded by knives. There is a note on top of it:” For Batsy, from Mrs. J” and the mark of your pink lipstick kissing the paper. Bruce Wayne is intrigued. He opens the photo album and his face changes from one expression to another. What is the meaning of this?! Pics of the Joker and his daughter immortalized in different cute, adorable, mundane, NORMAL moments.

This must be a bad joke and for sure photo shopped, he thinks, mad he wasted his time, but he still takes the album with him. Once back to his Bat Cave, he analyzes every single one of his little presents with all the gadgets he has and surprisingly, they are genuine. Wow, how come? How is it possible that’s the Joker he always chases after?! He seems so…ordinary.

He has to admit you two have a very, very cute little girl. He flips through the pages, choosing his favorite picture where Emma is smiling playing with her dad. He draws horns and a mustache on the Joker’s face, then frames the pic and puts it on one of the shelves. You will probably never get to see it, but there’s a picture of your daughter and partner in crime right inside the Bat Cave.


You found out the big news today and you can’t wait to share.

J is in his office, planning to crush the Wayne Industry party happening next week. He is filled with excitement and has a few good ideas on how it’s all going to play.

You kick the door open, running in his lap, tossing his papers all over, and before he protests you kiss him deeply, take his hand and put it on your abdomen:


“…   …  No way… …!” he gasps, speechless for once.“Oh my God, Kitten, really? Really? Like, for reals?” he can’t hide his joy anymore as his hand presses harder on your tummy.

“Yes, baby, for reals” you let out a small scream, excited to the max.

“Wowww, are  you going to be super mean to me since we have twins in there? Double the amount?”

“Most likely,” you giggle, knowing it’s true.

“Oh, goody, I can’t wait, you know I love it when you’re mean to me.”
You lift your shoulders, entertained:

“Whatever rocks your boat, J .”

He keeps on rambling on:

“I so love it when you feel like killing me and I wanna strangle you for it.”

“You’re such an incurable romantic baby,” you moan, getting turn on by his words.

“I know, right? When am I not romantic?”

“Shut up and kiss me,” you demand, biting his ear.


**You are definitely very emotional with this pregnancy.  You just broke one of your nails while loading a gun and started crying instantly.

“What’s wrong, Princess?” J stops loading his own gun, looking at you with concern.

“I.. broke…my ..naaaiiill,” you sniffle, not being able to control your tears, showing him the carnage.

Uh-oh, emergency situation again, the Joker sighs, taking your hand.

“You want me to kiss it so you feel better?”

“I’m not… 5 years old, J,…ok?” you stutter, whimpering, but in the same time nodding yes. He kisses your broken nail and surprisingly it feels better instantly and you stop crying.

“That felt good, thanks,” you smile now, wiping your tears and going back to what you were doing like nothing happened.

Mister J closes his eyes, satisfied he pleased his Pumpkin and avoided catastrophe.

** You have weird cravings.

“Babbyyyy, I want popcorn and pickles, can you go get that for me? Pleaseeeeee” you whine, agitated he’s not moving out of bed yet.

“Kitten, ask Frost. Give him a call, he’s downstairs. I’m beat.”

“I want you to get it. It’s your fault: you knocked me up, you’re responsible!!!” you yelp, starting to cry again.

“Daddy is going, ok? Stop crying, Pumpkin.”

He gets out of bed and stops before he opens the door.

“You better be meaner to me when I come back!”

“OK, I will, I promise,” you say through tears, smiling in the same time.

Men, this is going to be so much fun, J thinks, excited you’ll treat him like trash and he’s going to enjoy it so much. He’s probably the only one around with that kind of kink. Lucky you.

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Unknown Number

Summary: Dan decides to have a little fun when he starts receiving dirty texts from an unknown number. It’s all fun and games, but he’ll never guess who he is actually texting.

Word Count: 1630

Warnings: Glorious sexting smut

A/N: This is the first smut phanfic I’ve ever written so I hope it wasn’t too cringey. Excuse me while I go hide in the corner and pray my mother never finds my Tumblr.

The night was winding to a close in the Dan and Phil flat. Phil had retired to his room and Dan remained on the sofa in his infamous browsing position. All was normal in the household, but not for long. It was half past three when Dan received the text. He was contemplating going to bed until he read what the unknown number had written:

Hey sexy. You still awake?

Dan had no idea who the text could be from. He would ask his best mate Phil if he knew the number, but he was certain that Phil was probably somewhere off in unicorn lion dreamland by now. Dan quickly typed a reply:

Who is this? How did you get this number?

He instantly started to panic. The thought of his actual cell phone number getting out for the whole world to see was all too much for Dan. The anonymous number soon replied:

Doesn’t matter. All that really matters is how good I could make you feel.

This was creepy. Too creepy. Dan didn’t like where this was going. Dan typed his reply:

Idk who you are but I’m blocking you. Goodbye.

He should have blocked the number right then and there. He knew he should have, but he didn’t. For reasons unbeknownst to him, he decided to wait.

It’s okay, Dan. I’m not a phangirl. Just a guy who wants to show you a good time.

Dan read the text again and again. He would be lying if he said part of him wasn’t a little curious. Dan replied://

Not interested.

After several minutes with no reply he decided that he had successfully gotten rid of the person. He continued scrolling Tumblr. He was just about to reblog a Kanye GIF when his phone buzzed again:

Are you sure? Because I think I could change your mind ;)

Dan’s face was painted with a cocky grin as he sent his reply:

Oh really?

After sending it he realized that it sounded a little less like sarcasm and a little more like a challenge. Either way he was kind of excited to see their response. His phone buzzed and he couldn’t believe what was on his screen. Dan’s face was plastered with shock as he had unmistakably received a dick pic from the unknown number. He wanted to block the number and delete the texts all together, but he couldn’t look away. He felt himself getting hard as he scanned his eyes over the stranger’s cock. Usually Dan would have had better judgment, but the growing member in his pants argued that there was no harm in playing along with the stranger’s games, at least for another message or two to hear what they had to say. Dan typed his response:

Is that really you?

The stranger replied:

Why, do you like what you see?

Dan typed:

Depends on if you’re a stalker or a crazy fangirl

Their reply:

Trust me, love, it’s a safe bet that I’m not

Dan smiled at the response. The stranger seemed so genuine and real, but he had to be sure. He just couldn’t risk it otherwise. Dan responded with a request:

Need a pic with your face in it then

The stranger quickly replied:

Not going to happen just yet

Dan knew it couldn’t be that easy. He wracked his brain for an idea. He remembered seeing posts about online dating and to have the person send a pic holding up a piece of paper with your name to avoid getting catfished. He supposed this was really no different.

Write my name on your hand and wrap it around your cock for me

He couldn’t believe that he had just typed that sentence to a random stranger. He knew if it really was a fan, it would be all over Tumblr by morning. He pushed his nerves aside and took a glance at the new photo he received of the mysterious stranger. Sure enough, it was Dan’s name written on a ghostly pale hand, wrapped around the same cock he had seen in the picture before.

The stranger typed:

Sorry it’s written upside down. Couldn’t quite get the angle right.

Dan replied:

You have a really nice cock, by the way

The stranger replied:

I do and you’d be sucking it if you were here.

Dan said:

Oh would I be?

The stranger:

Yep. Right before I put it in that tight little ass of yours

This conversation was getting out of control but Dan didn’t care. His cock was getting painfully hard and was in dire need of attention. He didn’t even bother to go back to his bedroom. It was late, he knew Phil was probably not going to be getting up anytime soon. He unzipped his pants and took his throbbing length in his hand. He was so caught up in pleasing himself that he forgot to send a reply. His phone soon buzzed with a message from his new friend.

The stranger:

What’s the matter, Danny? Too busy touching yourself

Dan’s left hand was occupied at the moment, so he used his non-dominant hand and struggled to type a reply:

zre u?

The stranger:

I’ll take that as a yes. Care to send me a pic?

Now, Dan knew that it was probably not the greatest idea to send a random stranger a picture of his dick, but in that moment he really didn’t care. He wasn’t ready for the conversation to end yet. He touched himself with his right hand and used his left to find the perfect angle to show his length off to his mysterious new texting buddy. He hit send and waiting for a reply.

The stranger:

Fuck, you are so hot.

Dan replied:

What would you do to me?

The stranger:

I’d start by sucking that hard cock of yours.

Dan replied:

And then?

The stranger:

Maybe if you were a good little boy I’d rim you before I fucked you

Dan felt himself getting closer and closer. He put his phone down so he could give his cock the full attention that it deserved. He saw the words flash across his screen.

The stranger:

So close…

Dan reached for his phone and typed a quick reply:

Me too

The stranger:

Cum for me, Daniel

Dan reached for the phone with his available hand. Reading the text sent him over the edge. He came hard into his hand, writhing beneath his own touch. He took a moment to catch his breath before snapping a pic of his cum soaked shirt as evidence for his new little friend. Moments later Dan received a picture in reply. It was a bare stomach with milky white skin, covered in an equally white substance.

The stranger:

See what you do to me?

Dan laid back on the sofa and slowly started to come back to his senses. He sent one final text to the stranger.


How did you get this number anyway?

Dan waited a few minutes and then gave up. He figured that he would probably never know who the stranger with the nice cock was, and decided to write it off as a fun little one-time experience. He deleted the messages, but chose not to block the number, just in case the stranger was ever up for a good time again. Dan returned to his room and stripped himself down to his boxers. He heard no noise or signs that Phil was still awake through the paper thin walls, which was a relief. He would have died from embarrassment if Phil would have heard the noises he was making earlier in the lounge. Dan fell asleep quickly, feeling satisfied from the night’s encounter.

Dan woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. He could hear the shower running. Phil was already awake and starting the day, as usual. He put on a fresh pair of boxers and pulled on a clean black t-shirt. He didn’t bother to squeeze into a pair of skinny jeans, and decided his mario boxers would suffice for this morning, as it was just him and Phil today. He walked into the kitchen and retrieved a bowl for his cereal. Dan searched for his favorite box of cereal everywhere, but he couldn’t seem to find it. Soon after Dan began his search, Phil entered the room with a towel around his shoulders covering his Pokemon t-shirt and a pair of blue plaid boxers on his lower half.

“Phil, have you seen my cereal?” Dan asked as he turned to face Phil. When Dan’s cereal went missing, Phil was usually always the one to blame.

“Yeah, Dan. It’s right here.” Phil answered. He reached across the counter and retrieved the box from a tesco bag. Dan’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. He couldn’t believe that he saw. In faded sharpie and familiar big bold letters the word DAN was smudged on Phil’s right hand. Dan froze in panic. He was unable to move and his tongue was unable to speak. Phil handed Dan the box of cereal and he couldn’t take his eyes off the name scribbled on Phil’s hand.

“Thanks” Dan mumbled. It was all he could manage to stutter out. His panic seemed to go unnoticed by Phil, who was preoccupied by pouring himself a bowl of his own cereal.

“You slept late today. What were you up to last night?” Phil asked with a smirk. Dan tried to pretend he didn’t notice the evidence on Phil’s hand.

“You know, just the usual.” Dan said with a nervous laugh. He wanted to ignore the situation, but he had to ask, “What about you?”

“Oh, I went to bed early. I was really worn out.”

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anonymous asked:

can i ask why u don't like her? i don't either but i wondered why u don't

I don’t like her for a lot of reasons but my biggest annoyance with her is the fact that she’s made to be this perfect person with no flaws and she feeds into it. Have you seen her instagram? It’s basically a photographers wet dream.You want to share photos of your kids, your bees, your flowers and whatever else go for it. But do not treat your children like props and please stop being fake. If you take a look at her twitter and her instagram can you find me one single photo that shows some sort of flaw? The kids are always smiling, they’re always poised and they never even have a stain on their shirt. They’re kids and you’re telling me they don’t get dirty? Here are some of my other reasons for disliking her…


Her twitter is usually pretty tame. She doesn’t post anything that could spark any sort of controversy, she rarely interacts with the fans and she knows when to tweet. By that she knows when Jared is getting attention and she’s just gotta bring it right back to her. Here are some examples x x x x  of her being judgmental or bringing the attention right back to her. Is smoking good? No. Is it good to do it around a child? No. But it’s not your place to judge that person! Who gives a shit how someone lives their life? Jared seemed to be having a great time at SDCC and she just had to point out that it was trending and that she missed him. You’ve never tweeted about SDCC before but now all of a sudden you’ve just gotta point out that it’s trending? Here’s a link to the article she mentioned in the one tweet. Are all Italians in the mob? No. Do all Russians like vodka? No. So please don’t paint all sorority girls with the same brush.


She’s been known to be inconsistent with her story but I like to call it her being a liar. Let’s take a trip down memory lane, shall we? To start the wedding photos, engagement photos and rehearsal dinner photos were all stolen. That’s a little odd because that was a shit ton of photos to be stolen and who could possibly access that many photos without someone alerting Gen or Jared? But wait! A couple years back she approaches the ladies of DLG and tells them how the photos were released with her permission and she chose which photos the photographer could put in her online portfolio. Did she tell the fandom as to stop people from thinking they were stolen? Nope. Set’s up a charity that supports equality but spends 90% of her time with a family that hates same sex marriage. She’s all for girl power but never about this before she had a girl. Now she’s so proud to be a female! It’s like having a girl is what truly made her a mom. Paleyfest rolls around (oh my God, those pictures of Jared kissing her are so bad!) and she tells the interviewer how it’s pilot season and she’s trying hard to book something. Couple months later and she’s pregnant with Tom. Oddly enough Jared told the fandom he wanted to wait to start a family because he wanted to be able to be home with the kids. Later down the road Jared says Gen wants to act but she’s busy with Tom and he’s lucky she’s putting her career on hold like that. Guess what happens? She gets pregnant again! She does a podcast and tells them how she’s just auditioned for the part in a TV show and wanted the fans to tweet said TV show about her getting the part. Then we find out she’s pregnant again! Anyone else seeing a pattern? She tells the DLG ladies that she doesn’t want to do cons, they just aren’t her thing and she doesn’t want to take away from Jared. Really???? Judging by JibCon and Asylum she LOVES being on the stage. She’s an attention seeking bitch. And please, she did not get high. That train story has gotten so fucked up that she actually tells a different variation of it to sound cool and give herself a bigger part in it than she originally had. The reason why she’s never had her own panel is because creation had gotten sick of asking her and her saying no. She’ll dress the boys and dogs up in Seahawks gear because that’s her team but when she goes to a game with Jared she wears HIS team. Logical.

Her Instagram fail:

This one should be obvious but I’ll explain why I cannot stand this woman’s attempt at a lifestyle blog. For one she’s making it seem like all these photos are completely candid and weren’t taken by an actual photographer. She’s using her kids, Jared and the fandom for her own personal gain and I find that to be disgusting. All the photos have the perfect caption and show off just the right thing to get the most amount of likes. She knows damn well the pictures with the kids will get the most likes so she posts them when she’s feeling needy and wants attention.She talks about how a “mylkshake” gets the kids to eat their veggies but doesn’t give them a sugar rush. But just last week she gives the kids ice cream and tells us how the sugar rush is real. I’m all for giving kids sugar but also giving them healthy food as well. She acts like she’s the only parent that does these things. My other favorite post of hers is when she talks about missing me time. At that point she attended her brothers wedding, went to a fashion show with her bestie, went to the zoo, had a couple workout dates with the bestie and also went to the beach with her trainer, bestie, besties beard and a disgusting homophobic pic. Not a lot of moms can do all these things and then have the audacity to complain about not having me time. Tells people how it can take a village to gets kids to eat properly. What in the actual fuck? People need to spend 600$ on a blender for kids to eat their vegetables? Why in the hell are you letting your kids dictate what they eat? Keep putting their vegetables in a blender and covering the taste with fruit and they’ll never eat them. Her friend Nicole owns her own baby food company and Gen just loves this! But Nicole often says not to mix fruits and vegetables so kids can learn to eat right without sugar being present. Here she agrees with a fan on how to avoid picky eaters but with her instagram all she’s doing is insinuating that her boys are difficult eaters. The kids rule that house while dads are in Vancouver. So, yeah. Her instagram is not a lifestyle blog for the average person. It’s a platform for her to show off her perfect life, perfect family and how much better she is than everyone else.


She doesn’t support Jared unless it’s to tweet that she’s proud of him. She didn’t even wear an AKF shirt! She admits that she didn’t do anything to prepare for the role of Ruby even though almost every single actor that comes on that show to be 2.0 or something says how they study the other person. All she did was take a character and ruin her and then complain when people had a problem with her rendition of the acting. It’s over the top or nothing with this girl. She can never just share a simple picture. She’s gotta have the perfect caption and she likes to try and fool people. Posts a picture of Jared and the baby making it sound like she just took the picture moments before hand. When actually it was taken the day they celebrating JJ. I absolutely hate how she spends JARED’S money on complete garbage. This bracelet cost almost 900$ and looks like a child could have made it. Yes, she does come from money but I seriously doubt that her parents are still giving her money to pay for her extravagant lifestyle. I believe she had a trust fund from her grandparents but I doubt that’s still there especially with he way she likes to spend money.

The fandom treats her like she’s made of glass and she’s right there with them because she loves the attention.Being made the victim is right up her alley.

text meme 2/∞

i’ve been collecting funny/cute texts & texts from texts from last night for about 2 years. they’ve been sitting in a word document for a long time so with all the text memes i’ve been seeing around, i decided to take all the texts i’ve saved and make a meme with them bc why not. there’s a bit of everything bellow: fluff, silliness, nsfw, angst, etc etc

[text] Thanks for the pic It’s going to be lovely dealing with my boner while I’m in a meeting with your father.

[text] I got to the apartment, I was handed a beer within 20 seconds, I’m glowing in the dark, there’s fog everywhere, and now I’m wearing a sombrero because apparently it’s silly hat night. I never want to leave. 

[text] She had a group on her phone called “great fucks”. I was in it. It’s almost like making the forbes list

[text] should my break up email to my English professor be in MLA format?

[text] You look good in that new shirt.

[text] I’ve been thinking about you all day.

[text]  You stood in front of a yellow Camaro and kept yelling at it to “Transform already!!!!”.. yeah, I’d say you were pretty wasted.

[text]  I just got this text “hi this is Julie, I met you last night in the bathroom. You asked me to text you and remind you that you ate an entire lime, because you figured your sober self in the morning would be confused.”

[text]  You named all of the cocktail shrimps and then tackled a guy for “eating Henry”

[text]  [insert really romantic bullshit about how much i love you and how beautiful you are so you will suck my dick tonight] 

[text] I just followed a trail of feathers and glitter to class. Today better be fucking magical.

[text] He passed out drunk on top of me. Fully erect. Still inside me. Woke up like 1 minute later, and continued.

[text]  You’re the 8th person from last night to text me this morning and ask if I’m ok.

[text] College reaches a new low. We just carved a shot glass out of a potatoe.

[text] Oh well shit happens. This is my not worried face. This is also my still decently drunk face.

[text] You told him about your cats? I told his friend to put his dick in my mouth, and you talked about cats!?

[text] In line at the grocery store. The girl ahead of me is in a wetsuit and just bought 3 cases of beer and a bottle of vodka. I want to go where she’s going…

[text] I’m bringing my passport in case we get drunk and wind up in Mexico

[text] You kept hiding under tables and grabbing people’s legs and shouting SHARK ATTACK.

[text] You grabbed your house keys, threw them at the door and asked, “did it open?”

[text] Geez don’t go to a bar for a few days and everyone freaks out. 

[text] I was wondering why the cops were making such a big deal then I realized I was naked

[text] The stripper told you to sort your life out    

[text] Everyone was so shocked to hear that she was a virgin they were speechless. I said I could cure that problem for her and we hooked up. It was that simple.

[text] she gave me her number. found out it was already stored in my phone as “bathroom blowjob”

[text] Be still, my beating vagina.

[text] I believe some people would call last night an orgy.

[text] The bouncer at this strip club is my new best friend. He is also very persuasive. He got me to strip onstage for a t shirt. It’s a nice shirt.

[text] I just walked thrugh the woods having a conversation with every spider I saw in it’s web. They all have English accents. I’m drunk and this weed is incredible!

[text] I’m not sure who’s apartment i woke up in but i just showered here and their shampoo in phenomenal… 

[text] I just remembered that last night when we tried to walk off the spins you said “pretend i’m your pet dinosaur” so i walked you around on an invisible leash while you made t-rex hissing noises.

[text] omg bring my wallet when you come get me tonight. i’m buying a fucking giraffe.

[text] Is it a good thing or a bad thing when you wake up naked with two naked guys in your bed, while holding glow-in-the-dark toy dinosaurs in your hands, and listening to the lion king soundtrack?

[text] She is making me post-sex grilled cheese at 2 am wearing only shorts and cowboy boots. I am so in love

[text] A little alcohol is good for the soul! Fuck Chicken soup, I’m going to write a book called “hard liquor for the soul” It’s going to be a best seller.

[text] This is NO TIME for pants!

[text] Why did you just messaged me and saying you’re praying for me… 

[text] you’re the one who came to me for relationship advice !

[text] I just found your ripped underwear on my chandelier. Care to explain?

[text] Are cops allowed to hit on you if they’re in uniform?! Serious question.

[text] I hope you get stoned and think that you’re a seal in shark infested waters

[text] I can’t believe you guys got into a sword fight over a chicken nugget

[text] My one night stand from last night is currently mowing my lawn for me.

[text] Just walked by a girl saying to her friend “honestly you coulda given me any dude and I woulda fucked him”

[text] Well if you don’t want to be kicked out before last call don’t I would suggest stop drinking whiskey and don’t call the giant bouncer with the neck tattoo “princess”

[text] Was just messaged by someone in a Power Ranger suit on OkCupid… Figured you would approve

[text] I do feel like I owe you an apology for trying to fuck your dad last night but in my defense everyone knows I shouldn’t drink tequila.

[text] I’m gonna be the best dressed mother fucker to ever get kicked out of that damn bar.

[text] I think “we’ve never met sober” is a great relationship to have with someone

[text] Just met my French neighbor. We watched a crow die together, so we’re pretty tight.

[text] An d I’d rather cry while putting a waffle in my mouth than cry on my pillow, ya feel me?

[text] I want my tombstone to read “making poor life decisions since 1993”


[text] He started saying the pledge of allegiance so his boner would go down. Merica.


[text] I just remember lots of butts and something about ranch dressing. 

[text] You introduced yourself and she said “wow that’s a long name” and you went “yeah well you should see my dick.”

[text] He got naked after doing the Ice Water Challenge and it was still enormous. So, yeah, I stayed over.

[text] Had to walk of shame past Westminster Abbey this morning. Pretty sure a Japanese tourist took a photo of me.

[text] Summers almost over and we haven’t golfed, got naked or had sex yet. Let’s do all three in one day, no particular order.

[text] Yeah, last night in the parking lot was hot. I’m sure whoever has the surveillance tapes thinks so too.

[text] Don’t do this to me right now. 

[text] The first guy I ever sexted is having a baby.. Is this what adulthood feels like?

[text] I decided not to look up the nudes, because I believe that there is a line, and that mocking my old classmate’s horrid nudes alone crosses that line.

[text] I think the cashier could tell I was sad. All I bought was penis shaped food and chocolate

[text] ugh I gave you morning sex and you don’t even text me back for my bagel order

[text] Don’t have sex in a tent there are so many opportunities for infections

[text] You showed up at my apartment after 3 am wasted with a plate of cookies and tried to hook up.

[text] There’s going to be a pool, lightsabers and alcohol. What could go wrong?!

[text] Ordered a large pizza and definitely just paid the cab driver in pizza slices. I’m glad there’s someone out there that’s just as fat at heart as we are.

[text] You broke into someone’s house and stole a pan of lasagna.

[text] So two questions…why am I covered in muffins and are there pictures of this.

[text] I like how the only thing you spelled correctly is “i’m tequila” 

[text] Sorry about your blender, your tiolet, your weed, and your dog…

[text] you looked like a weeble wobble. everytime we thought you were going to fall you bounced back up…you’re an amazing drunk

[text] You are the worst thing that has ever happened to me.

[text] Is it bad that we’re talking like nothing happened?

[text] I feel like tequila is Gods way of lighting my fuse to do something awesome

[text] You got so drunk you kept singing the Sailor Moon theme song and kept making everyone call you Sailor Venus.

[text] i just used google streetview to figure out where i spent the night last night

[text] I woke up hugging a loaf of bread and a water bottle this morning

[text] I see an opportunity for you to use your nakedness to cure my boredom.

[text] I was so fucking worried.

[text] my passenger side seat is covered in alcoholic jello with a nude mannequin in it

[text] Tried to eat a chip. Mouth wouldn’t cooperate. Nearly died. 

[text] I feel like sober is me a distant relative that I only see on christmas..

[text] let’s just skip the pleasantries and go back to my place for pizza and casual sex

[text] I’m 99% sure I high fived a girl over mashed potatoes last night

[text] You almost died !!!

My Loft 89 Experience!

Hey guys! I was invited to Loft 89 in Greensboro, NC on October 21st, 2015!!!The I’ve been asked by a lot of people if I’d post my loft 89 story, so here you go:)

I went with my friend Sydney and her sister Olivia to the show and we all loved Clean, so we wanted our costumes to be based off of that song. We went with the line “the butterflies turned to dust” and dressed up like butterflies. We make wings out of cardboard, painted them, and wrapped them in lights. We wore bright neon pink shirts and silver metallic mini skirts with clean lyrics as well. The day of the concert, I left school early and got ready at Sydney’s. We got to the coliseum around 4:30. Once we got there we waited in line to get in for a while then after about an hour we got in the arena. We immediately bolted to the Taylor Nation booth, and even though we were some of the first people there, we still had to wait over an hour in line. When we got up to take our picture, I asked Allison from TN if she could give my letter to Taylor and she said yes:) Then we took our picture and I saw Allison look at us and then she started texting someone on her phone and then she looked back at us and smiled… I’m still not sure if this has anything to do with us getting into loft but you never know;) After that we went straight to our seats (Section 125, row 3) and started cracking our glowsticks (we bought around 70 at the dollar store) and Vance started soon after. He was amazing! I’ve been a fan of his music for a while now so it was pretty cool to hear him sing live. Then after Vance, Taylor came on! I honestly think I started crying BEFORE Taylor even came on stage lol! We literally danced the entire night away, and sang at the top of our lungs. We had no cares in the world, the only thing that mattered in that moment was Taylor. It was about half way through the show, during Bad Blood, when Sydney felt someone tap on her shoulder and as soon as I turned around and saw Andrea (and Erica behind her) I immediately started sobbing. Before she said a word, I ran to her and hugged her and cried into her shoulder. She was like “Hey guys!!!” And we screamed and Sydney asked if she remembered us from past concerts and she’s said she didn’t! I was like “we’ve been to every show in Greensboro since Fearless! And we met you last year!” And she goes “Really?! And you’ve never been to the T-Party?!” And we go “NO!!!” And she says “Or Club Red?!” And we’re like “NO!!!!” And Andrea says “WELL HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO TO LOFT 89?!” And me and Sydney lost it!!! Erica passed me the Loft pass and Andrea put bands on me, Sydney, and Olivia (none of the moms in Loft had bands). The rest of the show was INCREDIBLE, but knowing we were gonna meet Taylor mad it EVEN BETTER! After that, the show went by super quick, and before we knew it, the show was over. After the show, we all had to meet in section 114. Everyone there was super nice! Literally everyone was talking like we were all old friends! Then Erica and Allison came and passed around iPads (for us to give them our personal information) and went over the basic rules for Loft. That was about 20 minutes, and then it was time to go backstage! We walked back and we went into this room and there was this room set up and I immediately knew it was Loft! We were all in tears at that point, it was all so magical. The inside of Loft is different than I thought it would look, it was a lot smaller. It was so cute! There was a photo booth we took pictures in, couches, pizza, cookies, drinks, and a TV. Also, the music was amazingggg in there. The rule was we were allowed to take as many pictures as we want until Taylor got in, no videos, and once Taylor got in, we got one picture per group with her. We spend about 20 minutes talking with other groups, taking pics, and (for some people) eating. (I was WAYYYY to excited to eat)! Then Andrea walked in and talked to our group first. She was so sweet! She has this motherly love, and she treats everyone so kindly. We talked about the show, Taylor, and about past shows and then took a picture with her. Before she left, I asked her if it’s crazy seeing tens out thousands of people who all adore your daughter and want to meet her more that anything in the world. She said “The way I see it, Taylor wants to meet all of YOU GUYS more than anything else in the world. That’s why we do this all, that’s the whole reason behind this, is because she loves you guys so much”. I thought that was THE SWEETEST THING. Then as Andrea walked around we talked to Erica about working for Taylor Nation. I was extremelyyyy jealous of her job (who isn’t?!) and I asked her how she got it. She said she worked for a local arena in her early 20s and Taylor performed there often. They became pretty close, and as soon as they needed someone to help with Club Red, she took the job right away. She said it’s absolutely exhausting having her job, but it’s all worth it. Erica also said its gonna be sad when the tour ends because the crew had all been a family for the past 6 months (we were all like awwwww). She told us some of the staff had been there since fearless! Then she got a call saying Taylor’s coming!!! She told us all to put our phones away and get in our groups then one minute later… MY SUNSHINE AKA TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT WALKED IN THE ROOM!!!! SHE WAS WEARING THIS DRESS THAT WAS GORGEOUS AND FIT HER PERFECTLY AND SHE WORE THESE BLACK FLATS AND SHE LOOKED LIKE A LITTLE BARBIE DOLL SHE WAS SO PERFECT AND ADORABLE! SHE SMELLED LIKE THE WOODS IN A GREAT WAY AND SHE WAS SO SOFT AND OMG SHE WAS JUST SO PERFECT:) She was like “HI YOU GUYS!!!” And we all started freaking out! She made her way to the first group and NOBODY could take their eyes off of Taylor! She literally was the most beautiful person you’ll ever see. It was really neat to hear some of the conversations with Taylor and how much interest she took in her fans. She made her way through the groups and eventually she got to us!!! She was like “HEY GUYSSS HOW ARE YOU?!” and hugged each of us. She looked at us and said “Look at you guys, you look so cute!” and she looked at me and goes “You’re so tall and beautiful!!!”. I, of course, was absolutely DEAD at that point! Then we talked about how we’ve been to all her shows in Greensboro and she goes “Oh my God you guys must’ve been so little!” and she turns to Sydney’s mom and says “Thank you so much for bringing them to all my shows, it means so much to me”. Then we talked about how we were going to have Olive Garden but the wait was too long and then we had a whole conversation about Olive Garden;) Taylor’s like “The wait’s always so long! It’s crazy!”. Then she goes, “So you guys haven’t eaten in like 100 hours!!!!! You should go have some food, it’s really good! If you’re too nervous now though, you should get some later!”, so of course, after she left, we got food;) I mean if Taylor Swift tells you to get food, you get food!!!! Then we started talking about her cut on her finger. She was like “It hurts SOOOO bad! I should’ve gotten stitches but I had a show the next night and I didn’t want it to hurt more!”. Then she told us how she got the cut. She was trying to open olive oil with a new knife (BAD IDEA TAYLOR BE CAREFUL WITH KNIVES) and it cut her finger in a really deep like crescent shape (OWWWWW!). Then I asked her if I could give her my Tumblr and she said sure! Then (brace yourself for more adorableness) she pulls out her sharpie, I told her my URL, and she wrote it down on her bandaid! When I told her I was dibblesthepegacorn she giggled in the cutest little way! Then she asked if we wanted her to sign anything and I had her sign my Loft pass, and Sydney, Olivia, and their mom got their tickets signed. When Olivia told Taylor her name she goes “I HAVE A CAT NAMED OLIVIA! THATS SO COOL!” then we talked about the cats for a bit! Then she goes “Let’s take a picture!!!!”. Even though there’s only one picture allowed per group, Taylor suggested we get 2, on with just us girls and one with us and their mom. I Immediately ran to Taylor’s right because I knew she’d lay her head on mine! We took 2 pictures and were all kinda hugging in both. Then as she was about to leave I told her about the letter I wrote for her and I asked her if TN would give it to her and she said “Absolutely. They’re really great about that stuff”. Then she hugged me goodbye again and I told her I love her she said she loves me too (ANAJJSBSJSHOSUXBEB)!!!! Then she was like “BYE GUYS!!!” and everyone yelled bye and then she like pranced out of the room in the most adorable way!!! After that we had like 2 minutes to get our stuff and head out. It was the most magical, insane night and I’ll never, EVER, forget it. Taylor, thank you so much for everything you do for your fans. It was a life changing experience and I’ll never be able to repay you for that♡ Thank you so much for everything Taylor!


Hey y'all! So I know I made y'all wait a while for the whole story so I now I present to you the story of how I, Emily Jenkins MET Taylor Swift………..

**pictures will be in different posts bc apparently there’s a limit to how many pics you can post at once.

So the main question I have been asked since this all happened has been, “Was this set up? So to answer that, let me paint you a little picture…

My dad NEVER took days off of work. I guess he just got used to it after years and never taking days off because he might be getting a call any day that he would be getting a kidney transplant and he’d need all the days he could for the aftermath. Well then he got a kidney and a few years passed and he was like, "I am going to go on a vacation.” And he knew how much I wanted to go to Nashville, so he mentioned it to my mom and she was like okay, and then I guess he wanted to go to Dollywood and I love roller coasters too so we added Pigeon Forge onto the trip! But that’s beyond the point. So back to the Nashville part; we were trying to figure out when we were going to go and then we finally decided on June 23rd and 24rd for Nashville. So at this point we’re still like 2 weeks out from leaving so I make a countdown and I’m all excited and planning everything I wanna see and do.

*Fast forward to June 22nd*
(Day before we leave!!)

Okay so my mom and I were just walking around the Container Store, just shopping and my phone lit up with some kind of notif from Twitter. Being the social media obsessed girl that I am, I immediately opened my phone and all of a sudden I was reading a DM from Taylor Nation. They saw that I was coming to Nashville( I tweeted about it a crapton and I guess they saw it when they were online!) and they said they wanted to give me a bag of Taylor merch for all my love and loyalty to Taylor. AWESOME. So then we worked out the details and I was to meet two of the Taylor Nation girls in the Country Music Hall of Fame’s lobby! So then we get back into the car and I call my aunt(the one who went with me to 1989 Louisville and will still be seen in public with me- the real MVP if we’re being honest- and I told her what had just happened and she immediately said, “OH YOU ARE SO MEETING TAYLOR.” And to be honest that thought hadn’t even crossed my mind until she had just said it and for that split second I truly believed it was finally my turn. Then I jokingly said, “You should come with us! Make your first graders really jealous! You not only *saw* Taylor on the floor at the 1989 tour, but you also got to meet her!!!” (She’s a first grade teacher at a little catholic school in Cincinnati). Then we laughed and hung up. Then the thought of meeting Taylor dropped as I just stared at the message from Taylor Nation in all its glory. So then we get home and chill for a while, I watched the Skin Wars semi finals and then I started packing at 10PM, you know the later the better😂. Once I got most of my essentials together I took a break and got on Twitter and my feed was filled with “Taylor’s in Nashville” tweets and I was like, “ oh my gosh that’s so cool, I’ll be in the same state as Taylor, I’m gonna switch out shirts to make sure I’m wearing Taylor merch with stuff on the front and back for our days in Nashville just in case she randomly sees me and is like, "SHE’S WEARING MY SHIRT!!!!” So then I finished up packing and laid in bed on Twitter for probably another hour or so until I fell asleep😂.

June 23rd (DAY OF!!!!!!)

So we got up and left the house about 8:30EST and had a nice like 5 hour drive from Cincinnati to Nashville and all on the way I’m looking at the dm from Taylor Nation, the whole way down trying to not let me get my hopes up that I will run into Taylor or that that DM meant that I was meeting her. So we got down to Nashville w/o any problems and checked into our hotel, but our room wasn’t ready and by this point it was only 1 o'clock CST and we weren’t supposed to meet the girls from TN until 3. So since we were completely unfamiliar with the city, we decided to walk to the Country Music HOF, which was only like a block away from our hotel and see if there was anything around there we could do. Well apparently there was nothing around that we could walk to and get back to the HOF in time so we just walked around the stores in the HOF and the park across the street until we went back and waited for the two girls. 3 o'clock came…3:15 came and I messaged her to ask if she was okay and she said that they were just running late and that they’d be there! Ten more minutes pass and then here they come and we’re all hugging and saying hi and then they give me a big bag of Taylor merch! As if that wasn’t enough, they then pull out tickets for my mom, dad and I and for them to the museum! So then we all walk over to the ticket taker and get into the elevator to go upstairs. So, if you’ve never been to the CMHOF, when the elevator opens, the first thing literally RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU is the Taylor Swift Education Center. So I see the 1989 Tour display case and I just run towards it and start hugging it. Well I hugged the right side with the HYGTG outfit and the Christmas tree SIO outfit and shoes because those were my two favorite outfits!! Then I let go for a second and one of the TN girls is like, “You should do that again so your dad can get a picture of you!” So I did. And I’m pretty sure that’s when TAYLOR FREAKING SWIFT WALKED IN AND STOOD RIGHT BEHIND ME and I didn’t even notice!!!! So my initial reaction is AHEDJSYEYKSBAHDJSJA NO WAY THAT IS NOT TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT NO WAY BUT OH MY GOD IT IS. She was holding a little envelope with my name on it, she handed it to me and then I grabbed and hug her so tight and said I love you at least a million times. She smelt like the most beautiful flower in the world and it all felt like if you could encapsulate the feeling you hear that one song that makes you say “‘ME”. As soon as I let go of Taylor, I see Scott reaching out with something in his hands and low and behold it was a bunch of picks for me!! I sobbingly was like THANK YOU SO MUCH😭😭. Meanwhile while this is happening my mom is talking to Andrea and Andrea is telling her how THIS WAS ALL TAYLOR’S IDEA AND HOW TAYLOR WANTED TO
MEET ME. Then I ran to Andrea and hugged her and I felt like we were back in Columbus in the bstage pit hugging as Taylor is singing Love Story on her suspended stage. So by this point, me and Tay had taken all of our pics and people were all like OH MY GOD THAT’S TAYLOR SWIFT so people were asking for pictures with Taylor and I was just basically being a lost puppy by this point, crying and following Taylor around the room as she took pics w/ other people. Then right before she had to leave she was like, “Where’s Emily?” And I was like, “behind you..*holding back the waterworks*” she wanted to be sure to hug me and thank me again for being so nice and loyal and I just couldn’t stop saying thank you. Letting go of her and that last hug was the most difficult thing I have ever had to do because in that moment everything I had ever wanted was happening.

Later that evening

So then we get back to our hotel room and my phone starts ringing and the caller ID says “no caller ID” so I throw my phone at my mom and I’m like you answer it😳. To my surprise it’s Tree Paine and she’s calling on behalf of Taylor saying that she wants to pay for us to go out to dinner tonight. So my phone is laying on the bed on speakerphone and my mom and I are staring at each other like HOLY CRAP. So then Tree is like do you know where y'all want to go and we were like ummm…so then she started listing places and then she mentioned an Italian place named Il Mulino(SO SO GOOD BY THE WAY THEIR CHICKEN PARMESAN AND VANILLA CHUNK GELATO ARE FABULOUS). And so we went there and had an amazing dinner ALL PAID FOR BY TAYLOR.

And that’s the story! That’s the story of how I died!
January 25th, 1997-June 23rd, 2016

anonymous asked:

request idea: it's the hottest day of summer (maybe even the hottest day EVER!) and sans and reader's a/c is on the fritz. how do they beat the heat?

i love stuff like this. normal, every day things that would cause havoc with two nerds who know nothing about being Actual Adults™. you’re awesome, ‘nonny!

have an idea? shoot it my way!

Pairing: Sans/Reader

Summary: When Sans said he was going to get you hot this weekend, you knew this wasn’t what he meant.

Ninety degrees.

In. The. House.

You didn’t even want to think about what it was like outside. No-fucking-thank-you. The sun beating on the roof of your place was more than enough to create a stifling environment. Was this was chicken nuggets felt like when they were shoved into a deep fryer? When chocolate chip cookies were forced under a heat lamp and cooked to soft and fluffy perfection?

You wiped your brow and the bead of sweat rolled down into your eye, immediately sending it stinging. Damn, this was awful.

“Sans, any updates?”

“sorry babe, kinda busy here.” 

He continued to tinker with the A/C unit posted in the window. When he lived Underground, long before he posted up in Snowdin, Sans worked with the Royal Scientist to do research on humans and breaking down the barrier. His scientific background and love for mechanics was sure to help in fixing something this simple. Right?


He’d been struggling with it for an entire hour. In the time that it took for him to finally pry it open and try to fiddle with its innards, you made an entire pitcher of lemonade, had the ice melt and water it down, and chugged the entire thing by yourself just to bring your core temperature down. Now your stomach was cramping from too much liquid shoved in there and Sans was getting more frustrated by the minute.

“damn it.”



“You can’t fix it?”

He rubbed at his temple and avoided eye contact with you. It killed him to admit this. “sorry. guess we’ll have to call someone after all.”

“Shit, okay. Do you know anyone off the top of your head?”

The both of you flipped through the directory online. The maintenance guy for your apartment complex was out of town for the weekend, and all work orders had to wait until he got back. Unless you wanted to shell out for services now and have them reimburse you. But money was tight this month with a few birthdays so close together, and you barely had enough to make rent, let alone waste it on something that wasn’t considered an emergency.

“they’re booked out ‘til next week.”

“Are you serious? What about this one?”

“went straight to voicemail.”


You were sticky all over, your hair damp and the dried sheen of sweat only hardening into a slightly grimy layer that itched whenever you moved. This was disgusting.

“Want some ice?”


You took the last of it out and cursed the fact that you didn’t have a fridge that could make it for you. The trays were taking forever to freeze, at least two hours, and this was the last of it. You popped a cube into your mouth before depositing the rest into a cup to take to Sans. You plopped next to him on the couch.

“Lean back for me.”

He did as you asked and you took a single one, it already melting in your fingers. Sans was a skeleton, sure, but he was also a monster. And in weather like this, he felt it just as much as anyone else. He couldn’t really cool himself off by normal means, so the best way to do it was to rub a piece along his skull to try and bring him relief.

You dragged the cube along his temple and toward the curve of his skull. He shuddered in gratitude and closed his eyes, the droplets skating down his forehead and onto the bridge of his nasal cavity. It was the least you could do. He’d brought all of his tools from storage just to mess with the air conditioner, facing off against the sun beating on his face and hands, and he hadn’t broken down and snapped at you at all. He really was a patient person.


“yeah. thanks, babe.”

“No problem.”

You sat there for a few more minutes, cursing the fact that the last bits were melting into a lukewarm pool of water. Sans downed the rest of it when it did run out, looking a little better now that he wasn’t so parched.

“we gotta do somethin’ else, this isn’t working.”

“I know. I stuck my head in the freezer for a little while, but then it started melting all the stuff inside. And I’m not explaining to Papyrus why his ice cream ended up as soup.”

Sans grunted. “you, uh, ok there? you’re sweating through your shirt.”

“Agh, shit.”

You lifted your arms. Yep. Armpit stains, just what you suspected. You thought that wearing a tanktop would help, but everything was sloughing off onto your clothes. And from every pore, it seemed like. It made your hair damp and stick underneath your arms, and your back was slick with how much there was. The worst part was the amount that formed underneath your breasts.

“I need to change. Again.”

“we should prob’ly just close the curtains.”

“Yeah, no one needs to see this.” You tore the shirt off and threw it to the side, Sans watching it lie haphazardly on the floor.

“nah, i’m more worried about peeping toms takin’ pics of you.”


“yep. lots of creeps out there. and who could resist this?” He jiggled your stomach and you slapped his hand away, scandalized.

“Shut up. I guess I’ll just…strip down. Even more.”

Sans went to work in making sure the room was darker. The blackout curtains were never more welcome as you tried to relish the cool shade, if just for a moment. The window was open, so the slightest of breezes was able to push past and circulate air, but the ceiling fan was busted since the day you moved in and there was no using it.

“want some help with that?”


“your bra.”

“Pffft. Oh my god, I’m not sitting here naked. Nice try, though.”

“hey, i gave it a shot.” He grinned wickedly. “prob’ly for the best. wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you otherwise.”

“Ohhh, I get it. You’re the kind of creep you were warning me about earlier.”

“guilty as charged.”

Sans already had his shirt off and you wished that you were more comfortable to want to run your fingers all over him. He was so fascinating. And not in a gross clinical or fetishized way. He was just…so different and so familiar all at the same time.

You drummed your fingers on the arm of the couch and were just thankful that it wasn’t leather so it didn’t stick to your skin.

“got any other ideas?”

“I wish.” You glanced at the front door. “Would be nice if we could just leave that open, but then I’d have to put something else on.”

“yeah, kind of a lose-lose situation there.” He grunted and hopped down. “you got any ice cream?”

“Only what Paps brought over, and we’re not touching it.”

“shit. uh.” He looked like he was wracking his brain and wandered to your room. “what about the shower?”

Huh. You hadn’t considered that. An icy cold shower would actually….be kind of nice. And then you could cool off by letting everything air dry. It might make your water bill a little higher this month, but there was nothing else you could do at this point.

“That’s your angle, huh?”

“hey. it’s a legit question.” He shucked off his pants. “you comin’ in or not?”

He didn’t let you answer, because he stepped through the door and started it up. You listened to the pellets hitting the shower floor and bit your lower lip. It would’ve been…really nice, but Sans in these types of situations could get pretty handsy. It wasn’t even a conscious thing, he just saw your naked skin and wanted to touch it. And you were not in the mood to get even more hot and bothered, especially not when you were trying so hard to fight off hyperthermia at this point.

Still, you knew that this was the only option you had for the moment. You kept your bra and panties on, tromping through to pull the door open so you could step in.

He was sitting on the small ledge. Positioned with the shower head directly on the top of his skull so the water ran up and down, in and out of every orifice. It looked a lot more refreshing than it sounded, and you cautiously moved in close to him so you could get some, too.

“Ohhhh man.”

“heh heh. stop.”

“But it feels sooooo goooood, Saaaaans!”


You weren’t sure if you could. Not when you just had to verbalize what was going through your head at this point. It was heaven. The slow hum of the water washing over your body, driving away all of the sweat and frustration. Easing your fears about the air conditioner issue and bringing you back down from stressing so hard about it. You closed your eyes and tossed your head back, a slight smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you felt the droplets caress you in every single—

Hey, that wasn’t the water!

“Sans!” You shoved his hand away from your thigh, which he’d squeezed just hard enough to break you out of your meditation. “Hands to yourself.”


“No you’re not, I can feel you smiling at me.”

“heh. s’yer fault for makin’ all those cute noises.”

“Those are noises of relief.”

“yeah, similar to the noises of relief i give ya every once in awhile.”

You snorted. “Okay, you got me there. Still. If we start messing around, you know something bad is going to happen. This is a recipe for disaster.”

“you sure ‘bout that?” He tangled his hands in your sopping wet hair and tugged it playfully, earning an annoyed grunt on your end. “few kisses won’t hurt.”

God. You were so weak.

Shower kisses honestly weren’t everything they cracked up to be. Maybe it was the position you were in, or the freezing temperature of the water, but it was hard to actually enjoy the sensations when your lips were going a little numb. Everything was much more slippery, especially with the way his digits simply skated over your breasts when he tried to grab hold of them despite the thin layer of fabric between you.

Sans leaned forward to lay a few kisses on your neck, but he scooted too far forward and went headfirst toward the floor.

“OH MY GOD!!! Are you okay?!”

You stood up to help him and grabbed for the shelf to steady yourself, and the soap you kept there slicked your fingers enough that you lost your balance. You landed on top of him. Hard enough that he left out a cry of pain.

You struggled to pick yourself up, the water beating down on your back and a bottle of shampoo knocked over from the reverberations of your fall. It dripped all along your hair and seeped into your eyes, earning a startled scream from you as you held yourself up with one arm, using the other to rub it away and wash it out.

Sans went motionless and his empty eyesockets stared up at you. It only spurred you to viciously scrub at your face and blearily get him out of the stream so he didn’t drown.

You crawled out of the shower with him in your lap, blinking rapidly and trying to stop the stinging tears from welling up in your eyes any longer. Sans stirred after a few minutes and stared up at you, his mouth turned downward in a grimace.

“was it that good? that i passed out?”

You broke into laughter and he followed suit, both of you completely soaked and nowhere near clean now that you’d rolled out onto the bathroom rugs that hadn’t been washed since two spring cleanings ago.

You toweled your hair to get rid of most of the excess water, letting the rest of it sit on your shoulders so it gave you some temporarily relief. You were already starting to drum up a new sweat now that you were out of the bathroom, Sans nursing his wound with a monster candy since he’d somehow bruised his bone with the hard landing earlier.

“Okay, so sexy showers are definitely not a thing.”

“i dunno, was havin’ fun until you knocked me out.”

“Ugh, it wasn’t me!”


You glanced outside the window, peering through the blinds, trying to see what everyone else was doing. Some people sat on their porch and sipped away at tea, shades on their face and hats to shield away the sun. Bastards. A lot of them had the luxury of chilling in a straight up bikini or shorts without worrying about others judging them for it. You didn’t even think you owned one that fit any more.

“hey, don’t alphys and undyne have a pool?”

Shit. “Yeah they do!!! Let’s head over and pretend we’re there to visit and hop in!”

“weird that they wouldn’t bother to invite us on a day like this.”

Both of you had to get somewhat dressed for that. You slipped on something you wouldn’t mind getting damp, Sans following you closely to the car. It was the fastest you’d ever seen him actually move as you dodged the hot patches of sidewalk to get inside.

“crank up the a/c.”

“Yeah! Great idea. See, this is why we’re so good together.”

You did as he asked and were met with sweet, sweet chilled air.



“let’s just sit here. not move.”

“Hey, I need this gas to last me for the rest of the week. We can’t.” You rolled down the windows and he shot you a reproachful look as you cut it off. “Sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”

“that’s two things.”

“What? What was the other one?”

“letting me get knocked out.”

You took the fastest route to their place, savoring the rush of wind that came with you going over the speed limit. Traffic was light because people were preferring to stay indoors, probably in central air and watching TV.

You pulled up to the gate and hit the buzzer. “Hi, Alphys! It’s just me and Sans. We wanted to see how you guys were doing.”

No answer. That was weird. Usually she spotted you on the street and had the doors open for when you came this close.

Another punch of the button. “Hey, you guys there? Sans, should I call the house phone?”

He pulled his own weight, to your surprise, and his face wrenched up in disappointment.

“they, uh…went on vacation last week.”

You leaned forward and hit your head on the steering wheel. The long, roaring honk broke the silence of the otherwise peaceful street. “Fuck. How could I forget that?”

“welp. there’s just one thing to do.”

“Guess we’ll just have to go back—”

“ —we gotta hop the fence.”


“babe. we go back to our place, then what? we just sit around and hope we don’t die? undyne n’ alphys won’t mind if we take a dip.”

“Sans, we don’t have a key. It’s breaking and entering.”

“yeah, but they’re our friends, so it’s ok.”

“Are you serious???”


You watched him climb out of the car and on top of your hood. He was just tall enough that he could put his hands on the ledge and swing on over. You saw him drop down to the other side and scrambled out to see if he made it okay.

“c’mon, babe.”

You weren’t so sure about this, but it was too hot to argue. The fence was more of a privacy thing than security, so it wasn’t too bad. Right? They were your friends.

You somehow managed to follow suit. Sans waited for you down below, ready to catch you if you fell. But it wasn’t necessary, because you were a lot taller than him and the drop wasn’t as bad.

As soon as you hit the ground, Sans grinned at you and tore his shirt off.

“Oh my god, so scandalous.

“if you’re good, might even take the rest off,” he teased.

You both broke into a running start and dove into the pool. Well, Sans sort of just waltzed over to the edge and dropped in at his own pace. But the water itself, which was constantly filtered and cleaned with Alphys’s groundbreaking system, was so crisp and refreshing that you didn’t even care about getting caught. You dove down deep enough that you touched the bottom, springing back up and enjoying the rush of cold wind against your soaked cheeks as you came up for air.

Sans waded in the shallowest end of the pool, happy just to keep his head above water. You treaded water and floated along next to him, so relieved that you could spend the rest of the afternoon soaking and not having to worry about your own bills.

“I’m never getting out.”

“babe, your skin is doing that weird thing.”

“So what? You said you would love me no matter what.”

“yeah, but we should relax inside. they got a/c too.”

You were going to marry this monster. He just kept bringing good news to the table. “Oh yeah! And snacks! I’m starving!”

“heh, me too.”

You felt around in the mailbox for the spare key and opened the door. You both headed inside, tracking water on the tile floor, going your respective ways to search for towels and food.

“Do you think people make cards for intruding on friend’s houses while they’re on vacation just to eat their food and use their pool?”


“Well, we should get one.”

After washing off the remains of chlorine and combing out your hair, you and Sans snuggled together on the couch and popped in a movie.

When Alphys and Undyne came back early from their trip just a few hours later, only to find you two making out in their living room, they laughed too hard to be upset.

"You're Hot," (TW)

Includes Scott, Isaac, Stiles, Derek, Parrish, and Liam. Working on a Cheating series of preferences, a First Kiss for Liam, Part 3 of Dentist, and the SPN/TW This Is…

Derek: He let his hands wonder your waist, going higher and lower in certain areas as the kiss grew more and more heated. At first, you gripped his hair but now your hands were awkwardly by your sides.

Your lips were attached, as they’d been for the last fifteen minutes straight. It was funny how things started as a studying session.

He reached for the hem for your shirt, lifting it. By the time it reached the bottom of your exposed ribcage, you pulled away, his bottom lip tugged between both of your own clear-glossed lips.

He looked at your hungrily, his green eye color replaced with electric blue. “What?” He asked huskily with an unintentional hoarse voice.

“I- I don’t know if I -”

“Fuck,” he groaned, a low growl coming from his throat. “You don’t want to…”

Vigoruously, you shook your head. “No, it’s just that -”

“You haven’t before. I forgot, I really… did. I didn’t mean to, you know, go so fast.” Before you could apologize to him, he turned on his heel and began to walk off.


He turned around. There was a distant look in his eyes. “I think maybe we shouldn’t- There’s somebody better for you…”

“Derek,” you grabbed his arm. “There is no one else. It’s you- I’m just kind of nervous,” you explained with a frown. Was he really that mad?

His eyebrows drew together. “Y/N, what do you see in me? Why do you like me? I’m too old for you.”

“No, Derek,” you gave a teasing grin. “You’re hot. And other stuff, too.”

He cocked an eyebrow, “I’m hot?” Seeing Derek Hale question if he was attractive was probably the funniest thing ever. It sounded so foreign when he said it.

“Derek Hale, you’re the hottest guy in Beacon Hills.” He broke out in a toothy, genuine smile that you adored. “And I’m sorry I can’t-”

“It’s fine,” he wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin resting in the crook of your neck. “I love you. Calling me hot was enough.”

Isaac: Isaac pulled at the bottom of his v-neck, quickly changing. His back was turned to you as he took it off, but he turned giving you a full view of his toned chest.

“Holy shit, you’re hot.”

His face turned bright red. “I-I-I’m hot?”

“Yup,” you nodded, swallowing.

Parrish: “Do you think this uniform is okay? I mean, damn, the military supplied more flattering clothes than this…” He stood in front of the mirror, posing and turning in circles.

Breaking your stare from the television, you gave your boyfriend a quick once-over. Which led to you fully checking him out with a bitten lip.

“They do, like, no justice. I mean… What do you think?”

He looked at you with an innocent doggy face. It was cute how he actually wanted your opinion. You couldn’t not answer, but you considered it.

“I-ah-um,” he stared at you expectingly. “I-” Instead of responding, you got up and walked in front of him. He smiled softly, placing his hands on your waist.

If only he knew, you shook your head. “Jordan, you look hot. You always look hot.”

He blinked.

“Well, I-I guess the uniform can stay, babe.”

Liam: “Hello! It’s me! I WAS WONDERING IF AFTER -”

“Shut up, Y/N! Oh, and we’re in here!” You rolled your eyes at Scott’s remark, jogging into his room where you were surprised to see Liam and no Stiles.

“Tell me to shut up again,” you warned Scott with a playful smirk. “You know I’m a great singer.”

Liam was sitting on Scott’s bed looking uncomfortable. His face was sort of red.

“Hanging without Stilinski? How dare you!”

Scott chuckled, and went back to do whatever it was he was doing. Generally, you stopped by Scott’s to just hang out. It was a second home for you. He didn’t mind, neither did Melissa. They enjoyed your company.

You pulled out your phone, navigating your way to Instagram. Before you decided to go to McCall’s, you posted a rate picture.

It literally said ‘like for an emoji grade’ and 'don’t catch feelings’. Basically, you rated anyone who liked with emojis. Hotties got the heart eye & water droplet emojis commented under one of their pics.

Girls, the ones you liked, got simply heart. Boys, you were actually rating. None so far were hot. And you got 50 likes. Damn, you thought, this might take a while.

“Hey,” Liam sang awkwardly. He cringed after. “Whaddya’ doin’?”


He immediately regretted asking.

He liked it before you came over and you knew it.

“I was gonna wait until I saw you, and then I got here and procrastinated until later… But, um, you’re hot.”

His mouth dropped.

“Babyy Liamm,” Scott teased, singing disgustingly. He put away laundry while singing The Little Mermaid’s 'kiss the girl’ song.

Stiles: “If I were a girl,” you already knew this was going to be fun, “do you think I’d be like the Victoria, Carreyn or Amanda of the group. Victoria obviously being the best, Carreyn last.”

“I’m not- I’m not sure how to answer that? I’m not lesbian, and I don’t think a name can acurrately -”

“Just answer! Okay, would I be the Katherine, the Sarah, or the Sharkisha?”

“The Katherine and Victoria?”

“So, I’m the best girl. Okay, we can work with that. Now, convert that to guys -”

“Are you trying to find out if you’re hot or not, Stilinski?”

“I mean, yeah, sure. Totally.”

“You are. You could of asked. Or taken off your shirt. You wouldn’t of even had to talk if you did it that way.”

“Good to know.”

Scott: Your boyfriend and you were sprawled across the floor in random positions. He bit the end of his pen in boredom, and maybe nervousness. Lately, the pack ended a ton of help. Being alone with Scott was a rarity. When you were actually together he always awkward and different.

“Hey,” he glanced up at you from his textbook. “Remember that weird conversation I had with Isaac and Stiles?”

“That could be many,” you sighed.

He laughed lightly. “The one where they… called me a hot girl?”

At this, you burst out in laughter. “Yeah, yeah I remember that.”

Scott rolled his eyes and shut his book. He pushed the nearby work away. “Well, um, do you think it’s true? What do you… think about them? Isaac and Stiles.”

He watched, swallowing as your eyes widened. “Stiles? Buzzcut Stiles? No. Isaac? Eh. You have to count personality and looks,” you explained with a smirk. “So, yeah, you’re the hot girl.”

“You don’t think-”

“No, Scott. Stiles and Isaac are not hotter than you.”

He chuckled, then pulled you towards him. “I was worried,” he whispered due to your proximity. Placing his lips on yours, you both engaged in a heated kiss.