shits pants i want this game

Prompt: from @outside-the-government - SO JO. What about the Enterprise is docked at Yorktown for a while for routine maintenance or something, and in that time, Starfleet wants to do an outreach program to the youth on the base, so they’re invited to come aboard and tour through the departments, do a day of like… shadowing around someone in the division they’re interested in. Reader and Bones are in charge of impressionable young minds in the med bay.
Word Count: 2106
Author’s Note: Bones wanted nothing to do with those kids, and only wanted to get into the reader’s knickers. Redirecting him was nearly impossible.

“Are you out of your corn-fed mind?” Leonard’s voice exploded across the MedBay. You glanced up, knowing Captain Kirk had said or done something to set him off. “No. Absolutely not! It’s a violation of privacy to my patients, and these are medical professionals, not babysitters. Let the rugrats clutter up the bridge, I’m not having them in my Medbay!”

You perked up, intrigued. If your Leonard McCoy translation guide was working properly, it sounded like Kirk was trying to add MedBay to the Yorktown student’s open house on the Enterprise. Without much success. “They aren’t rugrats, Bones. They’re all nearly finished school, and are considering their options. They need exposure to medical personnel. How else will the Medical Corp continue to grow?” Kirk’s voice had that persuasive tone that Leonard rarely was able to deny.

“It’s a privacy violation, Jim, plain and -”

“Each student signs a confidentiality agreement, just like the staff do. They’ve done this on the Pasteur for years,” Kirk interrupted. “Without any problems.”

“If I didn’t have a choice, why did you even ask?” Leonard grumbled. Kirk clapped him on the shoulder and winked in your direction. You quickly looked back down at your charting, trying to look like you hadn’t been eavesdropping.

“I knew you’d see to reason, Bones,” Kirk laughed. “This is a good looking medical crew, you know. You’ll probably recruit quite a few if you just smile a little.” You looked back up and caught Captain Kirk watching you. He winked again and you felt the colour rise in your cheeks. “Get Y/L/N to help you plan it, that will pull in a few more.”

You threw a roll of cling at Kirk as he headed out of MedBay, leaving you with Leonard.

“We could kill him, you know, and no one would ever know,” Leonard grumbled. “He’s allergic to damn near everything.”

“Sweet of him to suggest we’ll recruit people based on our looks though,” you laughed. “You, I understand. Had I not already been med-track, I would have considered a switch after taking one look at you.”

Leonard raised an eyebrow, but you had the pleasure of watching him flush a little. You enjoyed working with McCoy. He was dry, witty, and probably the best doctor you’d ever had the pleasure of working under. The fact that he was also a little hesitant around women was endearing in the extreme, and you loved to tease him by flirting. He never quite knew how to take your comments, which gave you the rare joy of seeing him without an clever retort.

“You’re the goddamn poster child for the ‘fleet, Y/N,” he shot back. “You make those damn impractical uniforms look incredible.”

It was your turn to be speechless, but only for a moment. He wanted to play a game, he would get a game. “Not as incredible as your ass in those pants,” you retorted before you realized what was coming out of your mouth. You felt your face heat up and broke eye contact with him before he started laughing. “Shit, I will, uh, be over in the clean hold. Doing inventory. Do you think I could strangle myself if I wove cling into a rope?”

“You’re even prettier when you’re flustered,” he laughed as you retreated. Using the same practiced defense tactic you’d used with Kirk, you lobbed a roll of cling at him as you retreated.

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Hello, Love bugs!

Dan X Reader

Warnings- swears.

Someone requested playing a scary video game with Dan but damned if I can’t find the original ask.

Dan had been trying to convince you to play a scary game with him on the gaming channel for the last two weeks. He was sure it would make for a great video. You, on the other hand, thought it was a terrible idea. Who in their right mind would want to watch the two of you shit your pants while playing a game? 

“One last chance before I go play without you. Are you sure you don’t want to come and at least watch?” You shook your head no at Dan.

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an oddly extensive list of aph bulgaria headcanons
  • his human name is Stephan Borisov. he was “born” around the seventh century.
  • he comes off as cool and aloof but he’s usually screaming on the inside
  • he’s a pretty heavy smoker. he tried to quit in the 30s but he started again in the 60s
  • we’ve all heard the yoghurt thing. but he’s so smug about it you can’t even imagine. do you think this is a game? think again, motherfucker
    • “wow, is that yoghurt? did you know that i invented that?”
    • the same thing goes for the cyrillic alphabet. them baby slavs ain’t got shit on him
  • he literally never wears shirts when he’s home alone. ask him why and you’ll get a halfhearted shrug
  • he is, objectively, the most fashionable nation in the balkans. are you wearing leather pants, romania?
  • he finds all of the nordics to be very attractive.
  • the younger nations tend to look up to him. meanwhile, he panics in a corner
    • what if they want to talk to me? what if i mentions something weird?
    • probably smiles awkwardly when small children stare at him. the fucker waves too. stop being so cute
  • he tries so hard to be a good person
    • his heart’s in the right place. his, morals, however…
  • he sleeps face down. it’s honestly a miracle that he hasn’t suffocated yet.
  • he looks to be in his mid to late twenties. yeah, he’s younger than england (23), but dude he had two empires. get on his level.
  • half the year he looks like vanilla ice cream, and the other half he’s tan af
  • his eyes are so green man they’re so fucking green
  • he’s not as well muscled as Actual Confirmed Bears™ Russia and Turkey but he’s still got the bod
  • he doesn’t really have all that many relationships outside of the balkans because this is europe. it’s hard to keep friends when everyone’s attacking someone else.
  • and relationships inside the balkans are…complicated
  • he and romania are “pals”, but they’re the type of “pals” who will fuck and then sleep on opposite sides of the bed
    • basically they’re dating but they’re both such dicks that they can’t be bothered to be nice to each other
  • he and hungary are like siblings. they hate each other, but in a friendly way
  • stephan would willingly throw serbia out a window, but will also defend him to the death.
    • it’s complicated
  • he’d rather not talk about turkey. they’ve got so many years of history. both good and bad (sorry, bad and bad), that’s it’s very hard to define whatever they’ve got. rn they nod at each other in a friendly way on smoke breaks and try very hard not to punch the other
    • it doesn’t work all that well
  • greece? who’s greece? i don’t know him?
  • all of the balkans band together to protect moldova. he’s so small and cute. u can’t touch him.
    • half the time they’re the ones scarring him with their weird fucking antics.
    • no, stephan, you can’t smoke when the kid’s in the room
  • outside of the balkans? he probably gets along with all of the former soviet bloc nations pretty well, though this is more out of a feeling of mutual sympathy than from actually liking them
  • his relationship with russia is just “stay the fuck away from me and i won’t kick your ass”
    • (he can’t kick russia’s ass)
  • honestly? he’s an awkward nerd who used to have an empire but just wants to eat yoghurt and watch anime nowadays
    • kids are too wild these days. back in my day we used to hit each other with sharp objects and fall asleep in trees

Here’s some of the most amazing and invaluable advice you’ll most-likely ever get from one of my good colleagues and legends in comics/gaming, creator JOE MADUREIRA. It’s what i’ve been preaching to you aspiring artists since i arrived on DA, but i think his POV says it perfectly:




Believe it or not there is a difference. I’m not usually a soapbox type guy, I don’t like instructing people, and I think I’m a terrible teacher. But hey, it’s Friday and I’m in a strange mood. So here goes:

I’ve noticed that a good number of my fans happen to be aspiring artists themselves. This is for all you guys. I get asked constantly: "Where should I go to school?” “What classes should I take?” “What should I study for anatomy?” “What pencils and paper do you use?” “Should I be working digitally now instead of traditionally?” “How do I fix my poses? Learn composition? Perspective?” “When am I going to develop my own style?” “Who were your influences?” “Teach me how to draw hands!” The list goes on…

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Here’s the deal. All of that stuff *is* important, and it may nudge you in the right direction. A lot of it you will discover for yourself. What works best for one person doesn’t work for another. That’s the beauty of art. It’s personal. It’s discovery. DON’T WORRY ABOUT ALL THAT CRAP!

Instead I’m going to answer the questions that you *SHOULD* be asking, but aren’t. These are things that have only recently occurred to me, after doing this for 20+ years. These things seem so obvious, but apparently they elude a lot of people, because I am surprised at how many ridiculously talented artists are ‘failing’ professionally. Or just unhappy. The beauty of what I’m about to tell you is that it doesn’t matter what field you’re in or what your art style is.

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In no particular order:

1) DO WHAT YOU LOVE. If you are passionate about what you’re doing, it shows. If you’re having fun, it shows. If you’re bored, IT SHOWS. Some guys are able to work on stuff they have zero interest in, and still pull off great work, but I find that when I do this my motivation takes a huge hit. And Motivation is key. Money is not a great motivator. It’s temporary like everything else. And honestly, I’ve gotten paid the most money for some of the shittiest work I have ever done. That may sound awesome, but it’s not. And here’s why…

2) You MUST stay Excited and Motivated. Have you noticed that there are days you can’t draw a god damned thing? And some days you feel like you can draw anything? It’s 4am but you don’t notice because you are in the ZONE. Your hand is racing ahead of your mind and you can do no wrong?! Maybe it’s some new paper you got. Or a new program you’ve been wanting to try out. Or you just found some amazing shit on DeviantArt, or watched some movie that just makes you want to run straight to your board. This relates to the above because while it is possible to involve yourself in projects you aren’t excited about—maybe you need the cash, or think it will look good on your resume, whatever it is—it’s not going to last. You need to stay fresh. Expose yourself to new things. New techniques. You should be getting tired of your own shit on a fairly regular basis. Otherwise other people will.

3) Check your Ego. If you think you’re the shit, you’re already doomed. You may be really, really good at what you do, but there’s someone better. Sorry. There’s always plenty to learn, even for us old dogs. So when I meet young upstarts who have this sense of entitlement, or a know-it-all attitude, I just have to laugh. Some of the biggest egos I’ve ever witnessed were from people who have accomplished the least. Meanwhile, most guys who are supremely talented AND successful, and have EARNED the RIGHT to have an ego and throw their weight around, don’t. Why is that? It’s because…

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4) RELATIONSHIPS ARE IMPORTANT. This may be one of the biggest lessons I’ve had to learn. Early on, I didn’t value my relationships with people. Creatively or otherwise. I felt like I didn’t need anyone’s help and I could figure everything out on my own. Let’s face it, many of us become artists because we are reclusive, social misfits. We’d rather stay inside and draw shit than go outside and play. We like to live inside our own minds. Why not?! It’s awesome in there! And sometimes we don’t want to let other people in. But like I said—you can’t do it alone. I can honestly say that as much as I try to stay current, as much as I try to push my work and draw kick ass shit that will excite people, I would not be where I am today if it weren’t for all the other people I’ve met and learned from along the way. Guys who pulled strings for me. Took risks on me. Believed I was the right guy for the job. You need to manage your relationships. You need to network, and meet people. Drawing comics is still a pretty good place for reclusive types—but if you want to work in big studios—Making games, Films, animation, basically any other type of job on the planet, you’d better start making some connections. Be likeable. Be professional. That doesn’t mean be an opportunistic ladder climber. Fake people lose in the end. Be yourself, but be professional. It’s no secret that when people are hiring, our first instinct is to bring in people we know. It’s human nature. I don’t like unknowns, even if their portfolio is awesome. If we have a mutual connection, if they have great things to say about you, you’re in. If you have AMAZING artwork to show, and I call your last employer and they tell me what a pain in the ass you are to work with, you’re done. Talent and skill only get you so far. I am literally amazed at how often I meet guys that are total assholes and think they are going to get anywhere.

5) Here’s the BIG ONE. The greatest obstacle you will ever have to overcome IS YOURSELF. And the Fear that you are creating in your own head. Stay positive. Stop defeating yourself. There are artists I know that are so damn good they make me pee my pants. I look up to these mofos. I study their shit and I want to draw like them. And they are almost NEVER working on their DREAM project. And—big surprise, they aren’t happy in their job. “Why NOT?! WTF is WRONG WITH YOU?!” is usually my reaction. And the answer is almost always “The market isn’t great right now” “Other stories/games/comics like mine don’t do very well” “The shit that’s hot right now is nothing like mine, It’s just going to fail.” “I’m not sure I’m good enough.” “I need the money.” “Too Risky.” “I tried it before and failed. ” It doesn’t matter what words they use, they are afraid for one reason or another. I know. I’ve been there.

But here’s the deal. YOU NEED TO TAKE RISKS. Guess what? YOU ARE MOST LIKELY GOING TO FAIL. If you want it—REALLY want it, that won’t stop you. You will learn A LOT. My good friend Tim constantly jokes about how I jump out of planes without a parachute and worry about the landing on the way down. You may think that I’m lucky, that it’s easy for me to say because I’m already successful, that I’m in a different situation than you all are. But it’s not true. Risk is risk, no matter what level you’re at. If you’re already successful, you just take even bigger risks. But they never go away. Everything in life is Risk vs. Reward. Not just in your career. LIFE. You’d better get used to it.

I didn’t know what the hell I was doing when I got into comics. I left the #1 selling book at the time ( Uncanny X-men ) to work on Battle Chasers during a time when 'Conan’ was about the only fantasy comic people knew. And no one was buying it. I wanted to work in games, so I started a game company. I had NO IDEA WTF I was doing. I just wanted it, really bad. We tanked. It failed. No big surprise. But the people I worked with got hired elsewhere and rehired me. I started ANOTHER game Company. We had 4 people and a dream, and some publishers wouldn’t even meet with us, because their 'next gen console’ teams had 90+ people on them. I literally got hung up on. “Stick to handheld games, it’s smaller, maybe you can handle that…” one MAJOR publisher told us. I don’t blame them. But we didn’t let it stop us. Thank god we didn’t listen to them. Vigil was born. Darksiders happened, AND we got to make a sequel. It stands shoulder to shoulder with the best games in the industry, and the most elite and experienced game dev studios in the world. How is that possible?!!! Hardly any of us had even worked on a console game before. I’ll be honest, I was thinking we would fail the whole time. I just didn’t care. If I had to play the odds on this one, I’d bet against us.

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Why am I telling you all this shit? This is not me patting myself on the back. It’s just stuff that has somehow only dawned on me recently when it’s been staring me in the face for so long. I feel like I need to wake you guys up!!! I’ve been limiting myself. I’ve gotten afraid. I’ve taken less risks. I saw my career going places I didn’t want to go. I wasn’t happy and I wasn’t excited. And I’ve realized, that all that stuff I just talked about is the reason I am where I am today. Not because I have a manga style, or I draw cool hands, or there’s energy in my drawings, or all the other things people rattle off to me. There are other guys that do all that same shit, and do it better. And amazingly, those same guys constantly tell me “Man, I wish I could do what you are doing.” “SO DO IT!!!!!” PLEASE listen to me—because I want you guys to make it. I want to look to one of you people for inspiration some day when it’s 2am and I need to keep drawing. Stop worrying about all the other stuff—the pencils, the paper, the anatomy, all that shit. It will only get you so far. You’ve already got most of what you need. I hope this helps some people. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for all the support over the years. You are all one of the greatest motivating forces in my life and my career. Sappy but true. Ok, let’s go draw some shit!!!“

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 3,6 comedy/semi-smut reader x jungkook please thaaaank you i live your blog
3. Show me what you can do
6.Put your fucking clothes on     

“Jungkook~” you whispered seductively against his ear, in hopes that this time he would actually respond to your teasing and by the looks of it he was very close to giving in to your needy desires.
Jungkook had been enjoying his book, when you came up to him, grabbing his knee, rubbing his arms, whispering in his ears, you were putting on a good show for him and it was very funny to see you go away with a defeated look on your face and come back moments later with a whole new plan of action to try and get him in the mood and he was in the mood for sex a long time ago but he couldn’t give in just yet, he wanted to see how far you would go to get what you wanted.
You were going crazy, if he also wanted it why was he holding back? I just didn’t make sense to you, it’s not like it was your first time doing it, hell that boy is needier than an animal in heat, were you not sexy enough, should you take out the lingerie? Maybe you just needed to take away his distractions…
The book!. If he didn’t have the book he would have nothing to distract himself.
You strutted into the living room and stood right in front of him, there’s no way he’s going to escape you now. Jungkook didn’t even budge, he was trying so hard not to look at you but, damn you even put on his favorite lingerie, you were going all out on this, but he wasn’t giving up, he had his book, the only source of distraction from his sexy girlfriend, but soon enough the book was plucked from his hands and thrown on the floor.
“Jungkook~” you cooed. He gulped so loud even you could hear it. 
“I was reading that book you know” he huffed
“Oh I know baby, but that book was distracting you from helping me” you put you legs on each side of the couch so you could straddle him, he tensed when you sat down on his lap, he could feel you getting wetter.
“What did you need help with?” he teased. Even though he could feel himself getting harder by the minute he was going to tease the hell out  of you until you begged for him.
You started to grind your hips against his, trying to create some friction and feel some relief, also giving Jungkook a hint at what you want.”Jungkook I think you know damn well what I need” you growled, pulling his face forward for a heated kiss, his lips molded perfectly with yours, he licked your lips and you pulled on his lower lip with your teeth, knowing very well that he love it, but you eventually broke the kiss for some air, you needed to get this moving or else you were going to go crazy. 
You pulled his shirt over his head and stroked his hard and toned chest down to where his pajama pants were, you palmed his cock  over his pants and he threw his head back groaning in pleasure. “ Stop teasing” he breathed.
You pulled down his pants along with his boxers  and there it stood, nice and hard he looked incredible, face fully flushed and  eyes on you. You licked the precum that was leaking from the tip, his eyes darkened.
“Be a good girl and suck me off baby, I’ll reward you” he grunted. 
“Uh, uh, uh there will be none of that” you smirked at his vulnerable state.You walked behind the couch and lowered yourself close to his ear.
“You’ve been teasing me a lot today and now you’re gonna be begging for me” you purred.
“Ha, begging? You’re out of your mind, I could have you bent over this couch and fuck you so hard you’d be begging for me” he growled.
Jungkook wasn’t one to submit to anyone and he had no plans of submitting to you.
You walked back in front of him and crossed your arms under you chest and lightly pushed up so your boobs looked even more desirable.
“Is that so, then show me what you can do” you taunted.
With that Jungkook pulled you on top of him and started nipping and biting on the top of your breasts and his hands roamed your back to take of your lacy bra, he thew that with the rest of forgotten clothes.
He swirled his tongue over you left nipple and rubbed your other nipple, you arched your back and pulled on his hair.
Jungkook stopped sucking on your boobs and laid you gently on the couch and ran his hands over the sides of your body and stopped where he felt your panties, he looked up as if he was asking for permission you nodded your head and he was about to pull them of when he hears a low whistle and some one yelling.
“Damn Kook Y/n even put on lingerie for you” Yoongi said as he picked up your lacy bra.
Jungkook sprang up and tried to cover you from the eyes of his friends.
“Woah you’re butt naked, shit dude I don’t want to see your dick  put your fucking clothes on!!” Taehyung covered his eyes.
“I’m looking for them you assholes”Jungkook huffed at his hyungs. He put on his pants and tossed you his shirt.
“Well kiddo we just came over to give you the game you lent us and to see if you wanted to go eat something but I see you’re busy so we’ll leave so you can continue your activities” Yoongi winked at you and patted Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Ughh Hyung” Jungkook groans embarrassed he got caught.
“Come on Tae let’s go get us some lamb skewers ” Yoongi said.
“Ughh I need to wash my eyes with bleach and holy water” Tae groans as he made his way out of your house.
“So… Do you want to continue?” 


anonymous asked:

Tbh I've never played a far cry game, don't know anything about the series, and previously have had very little interest in ever playing it, and I know the game might not actually "demonize" people as much as some think but tbh seeing nazis shitting their pants over this crying "UNPATRIOTIC!! TREASON!!!" is all I need to make me want to buy this game

please don’t fall or Ubisoft’s spite marketing

Alright, so allow me to put forward a really self-indulgent idea for everyone involving the Office AU. 

After many late evenings finishing projects, after many office parties and weathering crisis’ together, you are now very good friends with CEO Noctis, the the rest of the Chocobro execs.

One day, they as really good friends of yours, decide they want you to have a great time after working so hard for the company. Like, you need a night out or something, right? Some genius Prompto decides that you need to go on a date and convinces the others of the same thing. So after some rigorous searching of their own, they set you up on a blind date with A Person.

Of course you think this is weird as hell, but you agree, you need a night out and the guys have gone through this trouble of setting up this date, so okay. You’re gonna go out for your sake, for their sake. I mean, it’ll be a good time right?

It would in fact, not be a good time.

Let me tell you all about:

That One Bad Date (‘You had ONE job, guys!’)

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i.e the time the Chocobros were meant to save you from a bad date, but decided to fuck shit up for their own amusement, to establish dominance, to be shits.

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Awkward Situations » Sam Drake

Request:  Hey sweet cheeks, I have a request for Teen Sam Drake X (fem)Reader where she unintentionally gives him a boner. Nothing NSFW but I need some more Young saammy. Excuse me for my sins

Pairing: [Teen] Sam Drake x Reader

Fandom: Uncharted

Words: 837

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When a Peacock Won’t Let Them Get Near Their GF (BIG BANG)

*Don’t own the gif/s yo* (lol peacocks like ‘come closer, I dare u. This my girl now, I will fuck u up’)

Author: Taebaby

T.O.P: I think he’d find it funny for a few short minutes before he might become actually concerned. It’d be all well and good if the bird tried attacking him, but he wouldn’t want you getting hurt too

DAESUNG: I think he’d be torn between wanting to save you and being pants shitting scared of the peacock. I think in the end he would prob come up with some elaborate plan, when all he had to do was throw some food to the side and the bird would walk off lol

TAEYANG: It would would be game fucking on between Taeyang and the peacock. Several minutes and several bites on the hand later, Youngbae would walk off with his tail between his legs to get proper help

G.D.:  He’d be stuck between loving the shit out of it and having genuine concern for you. I think after having his fun, taking a few videos, he’d get down to business and try and figure out how to get you away from the peacock

SEUNGRI: I think as cool as he’d like to try and act, he would def try and fail to throw down with the peacock. No one gets between him and his lady, not even a fancy bird

The Real MVP By: Y.Black

Ok the story started junior year, fall 03’. Well wait let’s take it back even further it was Labor Day weekend 2000. I was my 13th b-day weekend. My older cousins made it their mission to get me zooted for the first time. They were successful needless to say. But the conversation while I was lifted came in to play years later, in the fall of 03’.  They asked me if I was a virgin and at the time, reluctantly I said yeah. I mean hell I was young, they were who I looked up to. Crazy how shit changes though. So, the laughed I was in my feelings like “I should have lied.”  But the older of my two cousins broke into a monologue.
Cuzzo… Say wodie  (this was the time The Hot Boys ran shit)

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when you start fucking you gon run across this one lil’ broad who gonna put it on ya.  I mean you probably gon be aight. But you not gonna be able to last five minutes in that pussy. Trust me I’ve been there lil woe (he thought he was Turk or B.G. understudy for real). But take it from me you gon meet her. I don’t know when or where but she gon catch your ass.

Ok so fast forward to the spring of 03’ I lose my virginity to my sister’s friend. Couldn’t tell me shit, I was 15 she was 18. I was a man that day. So, it was cool got some head and all; only thing was I didn’t climax even after intercourse. She was all concerned like “Why didn’t you cum? Was it good? What didn’t I do right?” I told she was good, it was good. That was our only encounter.

So jump to the summer I am handed my girlfriends virginity one day after practice. I was so careful and cautious, I wanted everything to be as smooth and as perfect as it could be. I mean it happened but boy however uneventful, but it happened. I took my time and she gave direction; we had no clue what we were doing. Funny thinking about it now. With all the technicalities involved I didn’t climax yet again.  I was on cloud 10 honestly. I didn’t understand that all the worrying and precaution caused me not to reach my peak. In my head I was ready to go to the valley, put me on film. I can go for an hour, I had stamina for days you hear me.  Mr. Marcus watch out lil bih, lame ass Brian Pumper clear it.

Ok so let’s move to the fall the girlfriend and I are broken up and shit but she still the homie. But I have Drama this semester, which was a mixed class mostly seniors and juniors; couple of sophomores sprinkled in. Anyways I got to act an ass every other day for two hours and that was cool. So I get close to this chick, cute red thing she was a dancer and was outgoing. I was a nerd/jock, but I was cool as shit right. So we chit chat get closer and the attraction is there. We don’t act on it for months. Now we are in December we win state for football. And now I have some time after school for a couple of weeks before baseball starts up. Christmas is a few weeks away and so I find my time after school being spent with lil mama. The attraction on grew the more time we spent. We kissed here and there a couple times the vibe was cool.

So one day she asked for a ride home. I was like “come really you don’t have to ask.” So we cruise over to her grandma’s house. She was like “you want to come in?” My ass naïve ass said “shit you got some Kool-Aid.”

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She grabbed my hand a led me in and sat me on the couch. She went and fetched the drink and then she headed to the back to check on her grandma. She came back and we watched 106 & Park, well more like it watched us. We kissed and groped something serious. It was a whole different ball game outside the school house. Frankly she too the lead, and I wasn’t about to interject.

She unzipped my pants and put her mouth on me. I swear I should have left right then and there. She was getting it in, and I was so lost I forgot her grandma was home and frankly I didn’t care. Then she fucked the whole game up. She stopped sucking and looked me in the eye, dick still in hand and said “I love the way your dick us curved.”

Originally posted by corecustom

Nigga, I think I exhaled in that moment. She went back to sucking, while my feelings free fell right into her hands. After a few more minutes she said “I wanna feel you in me” after all she has done and confessed she could have asked for my hand in marriage I probably would have said “I Do.”

She grabbed my hand led me to the wash room and she took her pants off and she was like “let’s get it” and I was like “lets” my nerd ass.  She laid back I slipped the condom on and I was so high off of her I did something I had never done.  I kissed her kitty. I mean I felt compelled after she had praised my royal penis in such a manor. I gave it a nice long kiss before putting it in. Oh My Gawd!!!! It was completely different from my experiences beforehand, form the first stroke. It was like I had ice cream be for, but now they put chocolate syrup and sprinkles on it.

Originally posted by analsenpai

Her thang grabbed me like she didn’t have any intentions of letting me go.  On everything I love I may have gotten 20 strokes in before I started feeling funny. I started feeling a tingle in my back, my breathing was quick I couldn’t explain it, my dick started to spasm. I was really like man this feel like heaven. Oh boy then my balls got tight and wave of euphoria hit me. I lost all control, a sound left my mouth I’d never heard before. I know now it was a moan. I couldn’t stroke any longer as my dick continued to tremor inside of her.

Instantly as I came down I tried to apologize. I knew I was better than that 20 strokes. I was embarrassed yet overjoyed at the same. I confessed “Sorry, ummm I..I…I… am better than that.” She was so cool about it, she deserved an award. “It’s all good baby you given me plenty” man she still stroked my ego after I came up short. It wasn’t til the third time we smashed and I didn’t last 5 minutes that I conceded to lil mama having that killa my cousin had warned me about 3 years earlier. I spent the whole Christmas break tryna clap back, but her pussy was undefeated against ya boy. She was Money Mayweather before Money Mayweather.

Salute to lil mama, a part of me still wants redemption but she was without a doubt the truth. I don’t even have any shame anymore I just tip my hat. And she brought a nigga a fly ass Roca Wear jacket that Christmas. She was the real MVP.


thanks anon for the boost of motivation! 🤗 here’s my fic! it’s a fluffy one:) i don’t own anything but irene! hope you all enjoy!
“Mouch. Mouch. Mouch!” Mouch was articulating slowly, emphasizing on the letter M each time he repeated his name to the intuitive, yet confused, Irene. His head kept on shortening the distance between him and the one year old.

Sylvie couldn’t help but intervene when the two were practically touching noses. She knew that Mouch meant no harm, and Irene didn’t seemed bothered, but it made her feel better when her daughter was back into her lap.

“Aw, Brett.” The firefighter complained as he got up off of his knees. “She was beginning to get the hang of it! So close!”

“She wasn’t saying anything.” She corrected him, grabbing a toy off of the table behind her. She handed it to Irene, who let out a shriek of joy at the sight of one of her favorite toys, a small activity ball with various contraptions all over. “All of you guys are pushing her too hard. The fact of the matter is that she will say one of your names when she is ready.”

Irene has been saying words for about a month now. But other than Diego and Eva, which sounded like “Eg-o” and “Va”, she hasn’t said anyone’s actual names. And even though Sylvie had verbally voiced that she expected Gabby to be the next name to come out of her daughter’s mouth, they still held onto their stubborn beliefs that each of their names were going to be it.

“But if she says my name first I’ll get free drinks at Molly’s for a whole weekend!” Mouch looked at her with wide eyes, like he wanted her to be on his side. Probably, Sylvie thought. He would then try to get her to repeat his name all the time.

“Free drinks?” She was skeptical at that piece of information. Herrmann thought offering half priced drinks was generous—him giving away free drinks was uncharted territory. At least from what she could remember.

“The stakes are high, Brett.” He had a very serious look on his face, uncharacteristic of his usual personality. “If Hermann wins we all have to help him do an annual cleaning of Molly’s.” He shuddered at the thought, like washing tables and sweeping floors was the equivalent of getting shot by a bullet. “And we can’t let that happen.” He had the audacity to point to Irene, as if a one year old could really contribute to this.

Irene followed his finger, so enthralled with the new distraction that she dropped her toy on the ground. Obviously, she didn’t understand that she was just a source of gambling entertainment to her mother’s coworkers. Wanting to avoid a potential temper tantrum if she kept her daughter from approaching Mouch, she placed her on the ground. A new walker, a week and a half ago was the first time she took her first steps, Irene waddled over to Mouch with only one small stumble.

“I think I have to tell Antonio that we need to find new babysitters.” Sylvie grumbled, watching as the scene from minutes prior was replaying in front of her again: Mouch, in front of Irene, saying his name over and over again.

“Do you really want to get on Trudy’s bad side?” He gave her a look, before releasing a toothy grin back at Irene. The toddler giggled, reaching forward to tug on his nose.

“I think you should be asking yourself that question, Mouch.” She said back, as the grin on his face turned into a grimace. He knew she was right.

Despite the squabbling between them, Sylvie appreciated the company. They were in the kitchen before with the rest of 51, but she had taken a fussy Irene into the next room to calm her down. A few minutes later, Mouch had followed. Yes, his main intention was winning the bet, but she couldn’t remember the last time she spent one-on-one time in the firehouse with someone other than Gabby. It was nice. Of course a little annoying as well.

“When’s Antonio coming back anyways? You know you’ve gotten lucky that we haven’t gotten a call this past hour….” Squad 3 had gotten one, but Truck 81 and Ambulance 61 have been both enjoying their extended break. Sylvie had been thanking her lucky stars, as Antonio had dropped by unexpectedly with Irene an hour ago, saying there was an emergency at the state’s attorneys office. Marley eagerly offered to watch her if Sylvie had to go out on a call. Since she didn’t know Marley too well, even though she seemed to be very kind, Sylvie was relieved that her baby didn’t have to leave her side.

“Don’t jinx it, Mouch!” Sylvie warned, leaning down to grab Irene’s discarded toy. They were quickly approaching the estimated time of arrival Antonio had given her, and she would feel rather uncomfortable not physically seeing Irene leaving with her father. “He should be here soon, anyways.” She added, answering his question.

Herrmann, Otis, and Stella burst into the room. Well, so much for peace and quiet. “What the hell—” Herrmann’s signature loud, raspy voice boomed through the room at the sight of Mouch.


“—What are you doing in here?” Herrmann was unfazed by Sylvie’s scolding, only giving her a shrug as an acknowledgement. “You’re always the last one to leave the table when we all eat!”

“Free drinks, Herrmann. Free drinks. They’re on the line.”

“Or how about ‘I wanted to spend time with the cutest one year old in the world’?” Sylvie got up out of the chair to pull Irene into her arms. Her daughter squirmed for a few seconds, not expecting to be picked up, but soon was content again, gripping onto Sylvie’s collar as she watched the new entertainment, babbling away quietly to herself. “Pretty sure precious, human life trumps alcohol.”

Otis, Stella, Mouch, and Herrmann didn’t answer her. But that was enough of a response for Sylvie to know what their response was.

“Whatever.” She sighed, deciding not to want to get so wrapped up in their game. She had more important things to worry about. Like if Irene just let out a fart or shit her pants. Since the smell wafted away a few seconds later, she was relieved that it was the former. “If it helps you sleep at night.”

“It does.” Otis piped up with a grin. “I sleep like a baby imagining Mouch scrubbing toilets this weekend….”

“I thought that was if Herrmann would win?” Sylvie voiced her curiosity aloud.

“Well, since I work at Molly’s too, I thought it was a brilliant idea.” Otis explained, lopping a friendly arm around Stella’s shoulder. “Luckily Kidd here agreed too.”

“You see why this is so terrible?” Mouch moaned from the ground, who still hasn’t moved even though Irene was back in Sylvie’s arms. “They are arming up together!”

“How did this ridiculous thing start anyways?” It’s been happening for weeks now, but she couldn’t really remember how it came about.

“You can thank your lovely sister-in-law, Gabby, for that. It started between her and Casey.” Stella revealed. “We all overheard while eating and wanted in.”

“Where was I?” Sylvie asked, trying to rack her brain around this new piece of information.

“I’m pretty sure it was the day Irene had a fever….” Stella guessed, finger tapping on her chin. “Because Trout was there, and you can’t really miss his big mouth.”

“Oh.” That would make sense. She had to call off of work that day to stay home with Irene. Which would mean this all started about two and a half weeks ago. She shouldn’t have expected anything less from Gabby. Competitive was her middle name.

After the explanation, Stella turned her attention to Irene. “How’s my Reney doing?” She cooed, waving her fingers. Irene, always a fan of the attention being on her, let out a big giggle.

Ugh. 'Reney’ was the terrible nickname Stella had taken to saying. Ever since Sylvie had slipped out the nickname 'Chunks’ around Stella and Gabby, they both decided that she needed a better one. It had just been a name between her and Antonio, because of Irene’s chubby baby rolls. Sometimes it varied from chunk, chunky, and chunky monkey. Really, she was mostly defensive of it because it was her little family’s 'thing’ and it was being made fun of. And then was attempted to be replaced by a name that sounded like a 1980’s porn star. So despite for her usually being pretty laid back with things, this was certainly a sore subject.

But since her daughter was in her arms and she really has been a sour puss this whole time, Sylvie decided to bite her tongue. She’d save her talk with Stella for later. “She’s been doing really well despite the curveball thrown at her usual routine.” She complimented her child, gently brushing a side of her hair to the side. Irene had inherited her father’s hair, thick and black. But then, unfortunately, got her mother’s curls. “Since Antonio never works weekends, she’s always with him normally.” Sylvie explained.

“Reney is just the best of the best.” Stella pressed a loud, smacking kiss on the top of Irene’s curls, making her let out another laugh. “Don’t you love Stella? Stel-la.” To no surprise, the firefighter began slowly articulating her name to Irene.

“Are you guys still doing that ridiculous bet?” A familiar voice called out from behind Otis and Herrmann. The two parted, revealing Antonio. He clapped both of the firemen on the shoulders in greeting, but his full attention was on Sylvie and Irene.

Irene let out a squeal of excitement at the sight of her father. “Dada!” She said, pointing a stubby finger at him.

Sylvie couldn’t help but smile too. Out of relief and pleasure. It really was a miracle that she didn’t have to leave the firehouse during the timespan of having Irene here. She thanked her lucky stars. “That’s all they’ve been doing since Irene arrived.” She informed him with an eye roll, pressing her lips against his briefly. Despite Irene leaving with him in a couple minutes, she wanted to go to her father immediately. She squirmed in Sylvie’s arms, not stopping until she was handed over to Antonio.

“You couldn’t handle a few more minutes with me?” Sylvie pouted at her daughter. Irene, finding her mother’s facial expression to be humorous, began to laugh.

“You’re a lot to deal with, Brett.” Otis piped up.

Sylvie knew he was joking, but she couldn’t help but bring up something he told her months prior. The look on his face would be worth it. “I remember you telling me how great of a roommate I was.” She pretended to think about this, tapping her finger against her chin.

His face fell at that comment, not knowing how to respond. Even if he had a response he was fishing for, the arrival of Gabby brought on an entire new subject.

“Bee!” Irene’s face lit up with recognition, thrusting one of her hands out wildly towards her aunt. “Bee!”

Gabby’s face, which was already looking excited at the sight of her niece, lit up even more at the word that came out of her mouth. She threw a victorious smile at the four shocked firefighters before looking back at Irene to pull her into her arms.

“You got to be kidding me.” Mouth groaned, shoulders slumping in defeat. “You had an unfair advantage! Shouldn’t count!”

“This was between me and Matt at first,” Gabby reminded him, “Which was one hundred percent fair. Then you all wanted in, and didn’t give up even when I told you that we already had an advantage.”

“I….I don’t remember that.” Mouth lamely responded, scrambling for excuses.

He wasn’t going to get anything past Gabby, though. “I’m sure everyone else does.” She said, eyes going across the rest of the dismayed crowd. “I look forward to seeing you guys bright and early Saturday morning to do yard work.” She cheerfully said, the most upbeat Sylvie has ever seen her during work. It wasn’t surprising considering how much she hates anything to do with yard work and gardening. Forget having not a green thumb, Gabby didn’t have a single drop of anything green in her whole body.

“Jesus Christ.” Herrmann swore under his breath, before sending Gabby a look. “Hey! Why didn’t you pick cleaning up Molly’s!?” He asked incredulously.

“Really, Herrmann? Cleaning a bar versus my back and front yard?” Personally, Sylvie would rather do the second option. She actually enjoys gardening and yard work. Gabby however, said her obvious answer. “I would choose cleaning a bar a thousands times over getting down on my hands and knees in the dirt just once.”

“The short answer is that she is just really scared of worms.” Antonio butted in, a teasing smile on his face. Whether he was telling the truth or bothering his sister, Gabby didn’t seem happy either way.

“You should be careful what you say, Tonio. I have your baby in my arms.” She threatened.

“Oh? What are you going to do with your precious niece?” He was not affected by Gabby’s words, knowing that’s what they were, just words.

“Oh, who knows.” Gabby pretended to think. “Could teach her some bad words, my tricks from my own childhood. And teen years, when she gets old enough.”

Antonio looked freaked out. Sylvie, who didn’t know too much about how Gabby was when she was younger, was clueless. But when it comes to Irene, she was feeling very cautious. She inched closer to Gabby, suddenly wanting her baby back in her arms. “That’s not funny.” Antonio said, a frown on his face.

“You know he wouldn’t be the only one that would suffer from your cruelty.” Sylvie brought herself to Gabby’s attention.

But Gabby had no mercy. “Sorry, Sylvie. That’s the price you have to pay for marrying my brother.”

Sylvie was done with this sibling squabble nonsense. She normally found it amusing, but with her daughter being the pawn she did not enjoy any of this. She had scooted closer and closer to Gabby throughout the conversation, and her shoulder was brushing her sister-in-law’s by the time she began to grab Irene out of her arms.

“Don’t you want to go tell Casey the good news?” Sylvie questioned before Gabby could continue talking about her diabolical plan.

“I should go tell Matt.” She repeated Sylvie’s words, thinking about it thoughtfully. Her face then brightened even more, another thought popping in her mind. “I can go rub it in his face that I beat him!” Gabby was then gone, fast walking away with determination. She was so set on her course that she forgot to even say goodbye to Antonio and Irene. Everyone else followed along, probably eager to see their lieutenant’s face when he found out that he lost the bet.

“Well, I think we should go, too.” He said, turning towards Sylvie as his sister was out of eyesight. She gave him a look, to which he rolled his eyes and sighed to. “It’s almost time for her nap. Unless you want her sleeping schedule to be completely whacked—”

Point taken. “Fine, fine.” She interrupted him, shoving Irene into his arms. “Send me a picture when she does go to sleep though, you know how much I love that. Extra motivation.” She explained, running a hand through Irene’s black curls. The soothing motion made her begin to close her eyes, showing her tiredness. Her trip to the firehouse must have worn her out.

“It’s a plan.” He watched Sylvie and Irene’s interaction for a moment, then leaned in to press his lips against Sylvie’s forehead to say goodbye. “We’ll see you later.”

Sylvie nodded, stepping back from them, knowing if she didn’t they would end up staying longer. Which would mean keeping Irene from her nap. “I think she’s our good luck charm,” She couldn’t help but add, watching as the one year old let out a small yawn. “Gabby and I haven’t had a call this whole time.”

“Better get ready then.” The two of them began walking through the firehouse. Sylvie began to slow down once she spotted Gabby and Matt, along with an audience of Otis, Herrmann, and Stella. They had just caught them in time to witness Gabby’s reveal to Matt. Her paramedic partner’s back was to them, so they were unable to see her facial expressions, but the others probably masked what hers was: excited anticipation.

She ignored the urge to stop completely, knowing Antonio had to get Irene home. Before they completely left the kitchen, they were able to hear Matt’s dismayed “no!”.

“You better get back there fast if you want to catch the rest of that.” Antonio gestured with his head at the ruckus forming in the room they departed. When Sylvie tried to deny wanting to, he shook his head with a laugh. “Go. You know you want to. If you don’t leave us now I think you’ll end up following us home.”

After what her coworkers have put her through these past few weeks with the bet, her annoyance mostly because of them using Irene as a source of gambling entertainment, she did want to be able to relish in the fact that this ridiculousness was finally over. “Okay, I’ll leave you two here.” She reluctantly decided, leaning up to briefly lock lips with Antonio and then directing her attention to Irene. “I’ll see you later, my chunky monkey.” She cooed, resisting the urge to take her into her arms to make the goodbye longer. A simple caress of her cheek and kiss on her forehead would suffice.

Before they were out of sight, Sylvie wanted to remind him again of her request. “Picture!” She called after him, redirecting herself back to the room she had just left. Antonio’s response was a laugh, but it was a good enough answer for Sylvie. He would follow through.

“So, Casey. I hear that you are very excited to spend your weekend doing yard work while Gabby and I drink mimosas on the deck.” She inserted herself smoothly into the conversation, giddy by the dismayed sigh by her brother-in-law. She could tell that he had been doing a lot of them since Gabby had revealed the results.

Casey’s response had to be put on hold, as the intercom began to call for Ambulance 61. Sylvie locked eyes with Gabby, and without an exchange of words, they began their trek to their vehicle. Pushing the afternoon’s events to the side, they both immediately entered work mode and began to drive off to save lives.


Originally posted by kimgoth

In the area of a car, there are only so many places for lust to go.

Req: Can I pretty please request a tired and angry Namjoon and you trying to soothe him with a nice and relaxing message and some sexy time hehe Thanks!

A/N: Since you asked so nicely here you go! Enjoy the *cough* car  *cough* and give me your thoughts. Much love nonnies~ 

Namjoon sighs in frustration, pressing his hands against the steering wheel and cracking his back against the now uncomfortable leather seat. We’d been sitting in unmoving traffic for hours now, accidents from the snow preventing movement for miles.

I could feel cold beginning to seep through my layers of clothing, Namjoon had only been running the heat sporadically in order to save gas and I’d neglected innocence to naughty thoughts in order to keep me warm.

“Jesus christ it’s so crammed in here.” He curses, stretching once more.

He’s so sexy when he’s upset, eyebrows furrowed and thick lips pursed with disdain. I wish I could feel their heat along mine, the cold tips of our noses pressing against each other’s cheeks.

I reach over the center console and rub his thigh lightly in what seems like a soothing gesture, but I can already feel the rose between my legs ready to bloom, watering with excitement.

“I’m sure we will be moving soon.” I promise, giving him a small smile as he pulls out his phone.

“They put out a warning to people in the area.” His clipped voice strains. “It’s going to be at least another thirty minutes.”

I hum, finding no car windows directly beside us, unable to see straight into our car.

How perfect.

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Sister’s Coach Part 2 (Shawn Mendes x Reader)


Anonymous said:

part two of “sister’s coach” plss!! loved tte imagine!!

Anonymous said:

part 2, 3, 19373929227 of sister’s coach is VERY needed 💕 (and it’d be awesome if you could make the rest in shawn’s pov as well)

Anonymous said:

a oneshot where you need oxygen to breathe properly and shawn is a total babe about it and is super sweet when like you’re walking together and you need a moment to stop and catch your breath?

A/N: Here it is, the very requested part 2! Btw I used another request for this one, so anon, I’m so sorry if I changed it up a bit <3

Summary: After a few months of friendship, Shawn and Y/N’s feelings for each other are confirmed. Y/N falls sick (not gravely!) and Shawn takes care of her. Would this be the right moment to confess to her?

Italics= flashback


Originally posted by thugshawn

Sister’s Coach Part 2

“I swear to god, Mendes if you throw me in the pool!”

“Thanks for giving me the idea Y/N.”

Shawn picks up Y/N and they both jump into the indoor pool.


Shawn smiles at that memory. Ever since seeing Y/N for the first time at Aaliyah’s game, they have become very very close friends. He knew that he felt something more than friendship for her, and maybe she felt the same way. One day I’ll tell her, Shawn thought. He wanted more than anything to call her his girlfriend, but the possibility of her not feeling the same way and wrecking their whole friendship held him back.

“You are so dumb.”

“I was tired! I didn’t mean to forget the E!”

“Shawn, you misspelled your own album name on an autograph. Your own album! What’d you want to write, Illuminati?” Y/N chuckled, poking him on the arm.

Shawn’s cheeks turned pink at the contact, staring at Y/N’s smile. She resumed scrolling through her Twitter feed as he laid his head in her lap gazing longingly at her.


Shawn and Y/N hung out every single day. They didn’t necessarily need to go somewhere exciting or do something extremely fun, sometimes they’d just sit together and read or watch TV. That’s one of the things that made them so close. They got comfortable in being in each other’s company.

Shawn grinned at this other flashback. He took a seat on the bleachers, snapping back to reality.

“What’cha smirking at?” His dad asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Nothing.” Shawn responded. However, his dad wasn’t fooled.

“You should tell her, you know. She obviously thinks the same of you.”

“Who?” Shawn asked, making sure they were talking about Y/N. His dad rolled his eyes, hitting him on the back of the head jokingly.

“Y/N of course. Look there she is, by Aaliyah.”

Shawn turned his head so fast, his neck could’ve snapped. There Y/N was, standing beside her sister, talking to each other. He noticed that Y/N was shivering slightly and her nose was a little red. She must’ve gotten sick from yesterday, he thought, feeling bad. They took a spontaneous midnight walk last night, and she spent half of it freezing to death before accepting Shawn’ sweater.

The game started. Contrary to usual, Y/N wasn’t cheering on her team. She was sitting on the bench, coughing and sneezing repeatedly. Once the game ended, Shawn made his way to her.

“Hey you okay?” he asked, putting an arm around her.

“I’ve benn better.” Y/N answered in a nasal voice. “Actually, no I feel like shit. I just want to sleep.”

“Wanna come over? We can watch movies and I’ll make you tea.” Shawn proposed, Y/n nodding in answer.

They walked to his car, his arm wrapped around her still. He realized this and couldn’t help grinning. Y/N started panting lightly and after a little while she took his arm, halting their walk.

“Shawn. Wait.” She breathed shakily. “Sorry, I’m just having a little trouble breathing.”

“It’s perfectly fine. Don’t apologize.” Shawn rubbed her back as another wave of violent coughs attacked Y/N. He took her hand, rubbing her thumb in reassurance.

“Ugh. I’m sorry, I just get really bad coughs when I have a cold.” Y/N said a few moments later.

“Don’t apologize Y/N it’s okay. Wanna a piggy-back ride?” Shawn smiled. She grinned back, hopping onto his back.

On the way back home, Shawn sang softly as he drove, lulling Y/N to sleep. Once he pulled up on his driveway, he turned and looked at her. Her eyelids were closed, her chest rising slowly at each breath she took. A huge urge to kiss her overcame Shawn, these urges came often. He shook his head, knowing better. Y/N woke up, groaning at the searing pain that hit her forehead.

“C’mon, let’s go inside.” Shawn whispered soothingly to her. He walked her up the steps to the front door and led her to his room.

“Here, you can sleep in my bed if you want.”

Y/n collapsed onto his bed, sighing as she pulled the covers over her.

“And I’ll put a movie on.” Shawn took the TV remote, putting Harry Potter on. He took a seat in the small sofa in his room, his gaze shifting from the TV to Y/N who was fast asleep.

Half an hour later, she stirred, mumbling something.

“Shawn, wanna cuddle?”

“Wha-oh um, I um sure if you-you want?” he stuttered.

“Get over here, you little idiot.” She muttered. He smiled. She was still the same lively her, even when she was sick.

He slipped under the covers beside her. Y/N propped her head on his chest and he wrapped his strong arms around her. He watched her smile contently at the newly found warmth.

They laid there for a very long time. Shawn tangled one of his hands in her hair, while the other one was tracing soft patters on her back. He looked down at her, fast asleep once again. His expression softened. He wanted this every day. He wanted to be with her. Confessing was all a matter of courage after all.

“Or are you a Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart…” the movie played on the TV.

Shawn took a deep breath.


Her eyes fluttered open to look at him.

“Y/N. I know this isn’t a perfect time to say this, but I just. I just can’t keep it to myself anymore. Y/N, I really like you. And i-I want to be with you.” he said before realizing the words were coming out of his mouth.

Her face broke into a huge smile.

“Took you long enough.” She whispered before placing a kiss on his lips. And there, from that moment, they fell asleep as a couple. Shawn smiled in his sleep, squeezing Y/N just a bit tighter to him.

Originally posted by pinkfloydvinyl

ok but fencing AUs
  • immature nerds trying not to giggle when told to hook up with each other
  • “holy fuck that’s a huge bruise who the hell gave it to you imma kick their ass”
  • poking the aforementioned bruise
  • that one sadistic kid who always goes way too fast when leading the warm up
  • laughing at teammates who fail at fleshing
  • yelling at teammates trying to flick but who actually just whack you on the shoulder
  • that rush to the water fountain during breaks
  • “one, two, three, four, five- THAT’S IT YOUR TURN’S OVER MOVE OVER YOU ASSHOLE”
  • that rush to the bathroom to change one by one after practice
  • until everyone says fuck it and then it turns into a game of “how many people can we cram into this one tiny bathroom to change at once”
  • super competitive relay races (because no one wants to do twenty burpees)
  • ice cream parties when people get a new rating
  • your OTP infighting and then suddenly someone calls halt and they realize that they’re literally in each others’ arms (while trying to stab each other)
  • accusing people of stealing your pants
  • accusing people of stealing your shirt
  • getting tangled up in body cords
  • arguing over touches
  • complaining about bad refs together
  • complaining about obnoxious fencers together
  • arguing about which weapon is better (for the record, it’s foil)
  • short people not being able to reach the machine to turn it on/off
  • fairly tight pants
  • sweaty t-shirt fights
  • lots and lots of yelling and screaming

fencing AUs

(and yes, these are from experience)

Gamer - jb imagine

A/N: from this post one, I’m going to be changing up the format that I normally write in. I’m not going to put the summary anymore, instead i’m going to put what the actual request says because I’m sure it’s a lot more easier both for you readers and me. :)

Pairing: Reader x Justin Bieber

Request: ‘Can you please do an imagine where your a gaming YouTuber and your playing a really scary game you don’t here Justin come in and he scares the living hell out of you?’

Warnings: language


“Alright, my favorite human beings in the world. You guys have literally been begging me to play this game called the ‘Scary Maze Game’ so, this livestream will probably contain of me screaming every ten seconds. Turn down your volume so your parents don’t think you’re doing something weird.” I joked, laughing at my own joke. I wasn’t easily scared but, I hated jump scares. Last time one of them happened, I punched my computer screen in. 

I typed into the search bar the name of the game and clicked on the first link. “I’m actually really scared right now. I’m literally the only person in my house. Justin’s out buying stuff.” I continued. I looked at the comments reading them. 

“’Or are you?’” I laughed, “You guys are really something else. By the way, I’m not just going to be playing this game because that’ll be boring. I’ll probably hop on GTA and show y'all my awesome moves.” I clicked the start button on the screen and the game began. “Okay, this isn’t so hard. Y'all don’t ever challenge me, I swear.” I was concentrated and fixated on the screen, trying to pass the level when a girls face popped up on the screen, screaming at me.

“Oh shit! What the hell?” I took a breather, clutching at my chest. That really caught me off guard. “What? That’s all? It wasn’t even that scary.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. What’s an actual scary game?“ 

'Play the Slenderman game!’ one of the comments read. "Okay, we’re going to go with what PuppyLover234 (A/N: I apologize if this is your username on any platforms lol) said and play the Slenderman game. I’ve actually seen a lot of Youtubers play it so it should be interesting.” I smiled at the screen. I went to the game and began playing. “So far, so good." 

"This isn’t even scary, y'all really hate me that much to give me boring ass games.” I said, still playing the game. “Oh look, a note.” I read the note, trying to understand what it meant. “The hell does this mean?” My flashlight in the game began flickering. “Nah, y'all better chill! I’m not trying to die right now!” I allowed my character to turn around and see if anyone was following us. To my luck, nobody was. “Okay, we’re okay. We’re going to do just fine.” My character kept on walking and then, that’s when Slenderman popped into my view. 

“Shit, shit, shit! We gotta go y'all! I don’t want to die!” My character began running away and soon, Slenderman was nowhere in sight. “Jesus, that actually scared me.” I began reading the comments again because knowing my fans, they were probably making fun of me in the comments. 

Look out behind you! There’s someone behind you!!

Y/N, you better haul ass. There’s someone coming up behind you!

Giiiirrlll, you about to be dead meat 😂

“What are you guys even talking about?” I looked back at the game, moving my character around confusedly.  "There’s nobody even behind me.“ I felt a hand rest on my shoulder, scaring the shit out of me. I jumped out of my seat on instinct and began screaming bloody murder. "Stop! Don’t get any closer to me! I’ll give you whatever you want! Money, food, whatever!" 

"What the hell are you even going on about Y/N?” The voice spoke. It sounded awfully familiar. “I literally just came up to see what you were up to." 

"Justin?” I questioned, still panting. 

“The one and only.” He replied. Although it was dark in the room, I could literally see the smirk on his face. “You really should’ve saw your face Y/N. I hope I got that!" 

"Shut up!” I barked at him, getting up from the floor. “It’s not funny!" 

"That was hilarious!” Justin turned on the lights causing me to shield my eyes from the sudden change in lightning. “You know I’m a prankster and this’ll be awesome footage. What should I title it? Scaring my girlfriend: Gone Wrong?! She Almost Died!! Or what?" 

"You’re an asshole that’s what you are.” I sat back in my chair, adjusting my hair. “Well, that was just great and my character’s dead too. Even better." 

"I’m definitely uploading this tonight. Sorry for scaring you.” Justin apologized. 

“You don’t even mean it.” I huffed, folding my arms across my chest. “Just get out of my room so I can finish this livestream, please." 

"Your wish is my command.” He smirked. He ruffled my hair, messing it up after I just fixed it. What a dick. I watched as he walked to the bedroom door opening it. He soon questioned, “Want me to leave the lights on?" 

"Get. The. Hell. Out. Now!” I paused after each word, meaning every single thing. Justin put his hands up in defense, walking out the room like that. Thank God he was gone. I turned my attention back to my computer screen, sighing deeply. “I guess I’m going to log out now. I swear to God Justin is so annoying sometimes. But anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed the livestream as much as I did. See y'all-" 

Justin cut me off, "I meant to ask you what you wanted for-”

“Get out Justin!” I threw a book at the door, causing him to close it before it hit him. “As I was saying, see y'all later.” I held up a peace sign before signing out. I turned off the computer monitor and swung around in my computer to face my bedroom door when a person in a mask came into view. I shrieked in sheer terror.

“Oh my god, you’re so easy to scare Y/N.” Justin began laughing at me again, whilst taking off the mask. 

“You have five seconds,” I started. I was about to give this boy a piece of my damn mind.

“Five seconds 'til what?” Justin raised an eyebrow. 

“This.” I shot up from my chair, pouncing on Justin. I wrestled around with him and began tickling at his sides. 

“Y/N, p-please s-stop! I-I’m s-sorry!” He stuttered. Tears began rolling down his cheeks because he was laughing so hard. 

“What are you sorry for?” I continued my assault, me stopping was nowhere in sight. 

“F-for scaring you! Please j-just stop already!” He whined. I stopped tickling him as soon as I heard what I wanted. 

“I forgive you.” I smiled down at him, before booping him in the nose. To top things off, I punched him in his arm before getting up from on top of him. “Ouch what was that for?” He rubbed his arm, propping himself up on his other arm. 

“Nothing.” I shrugged my shoulders, leaving the room. I was going to get my revenge sooner or later.

anonymous asked:

Hello, what are good games for PS3? :)

Hey! I can’t really think of a lot rn but I’ll name ones at the top of my head;

-the last of us (but if u plan on playing the second one, you’re gonna need a ps4)
-grand theft auto
-red dead redemption
-life is strange (you’re also gonna need a ps4 for the prequel!)
-any of the uncharted games
-heavy rain
-dark souls
-beyond: two souls
-until dawn
-outlast (v scary and made me shit my pants)
-Outlast: whistleblower (equally as scary)

Uhhh, that’s all I got. If anyone wants to add some feel free to comment on this post!

anonymous asked:

yo so my girlfriend just broke up with me and I am kinda down about it. (Who the fuck am I kidding I'm like down in hell). But I saw the one drabble thing you did for the one anon and I was wondering if you could write something fluffy? I honestly don't give a shit what it's about as long as it's super fluffy FrUK. You don't have to if you don't want to. I was just wondering. :)

(I hope you don’t mind some paranormal stuff)

(Stuff written between/after dashes means talking!)

Arthur woke up sweating, panting shaking, and crying.

His last dream, or, better say, his last premonition still hanging in his mind, like a leech.

If anyone EVER thought that being a psychic would be all fun and games, they were so fucking WRONG.

Most of the times it was a pain in the ass.

Other times it was a nightmare (quite literally).

Arthur would know stuff about people just by touching them. Stuff most people would like to keep buried. Like one old playground friend that was being abused home and didn’t want nobody to know, or his mother who was spending too much money in gambling, or an old boyfriend who was cheating on him. He couldn’t control that very well, whenever he tried, it always gave him a headache.

And there was the dreams…

So awful and gruesome dreams…

Fortunately to Arthur, he had someone to go on those occasions.

He turned in bed to face the man by his side.


His sunny Francis.

Arthur took some deep breaths, watching the gorgeous man by his side drool on his pillow for some instants, before just kissing him.

It took some moments to Francis to wake and lazily kiss back.

- Mon ange…? – he asked with his voice still sleepy.

Arthur hug him tightly, breathing his husband’s smell.

- Bad dream? – Francis asked in a heavily accented voice holding him back.

The Englishman only nodded, still crying.

- Want to talk about it?

Arthur took another deep breath, trying to stop crying.

- There was this little girl… Wrong place in the wrong time…

- Shhhh… - the Frenchman rubbed his back – You have to call Alfred and tell him about it.

Alfred F. Jones was the police lieutenant who would accept Arthur help in investigations and would go check the Englishman’s premonitions. He was a good lad in Arthur’s opinion (even if a little too childish sometimes).

Arthur sobbed.

- I know! I just… - he held Francis even tightly – Need a minute.

- Ok… Want me to sing you a lullaby?

The British man only nodded.

The Frenchman with a sleepy voice then started to sing a merry lullaby while running his fingers through his husband’s hair and back.

Arthur loved Francis. He loved his looks, his voice and even his annoying habit of leaving dirty socks under the bed. But above all, Arthur loved how Francis was always honest with him.

Especially after the playground incident many years ago.

Many people hated Arthur after he finds out their deepest or darkest secrets. They would call the British man ugly names and would try to avoid him like the plague. Francis probably was the first and only one that nodded with a blank expression, said thank you, and never ever tried to lie to Arthur again instead of pushing him away. It took them years (many fights, broken noses and broken furniture) until they could work out what they really feel for each other. And just because Francis wouldn’t lie to Arthur, didn’t mean that he would tell him everything. Many times he wouldn’t understand it either and the two of them needed to figure it out together.

Arthur liked that even his psychic powers couldn’t solve all their problems.

And he loved that Francis was there with him, no matter what.

He was not crying and shaking anymore when he let go of Francis.

- I need to call Alfred.

Francis nodded, tiredly closing his eyes.

- I sorry for waking you… - Arthur said biting his lips.

The Frenchman smiled with his eyes closed.

- You can wake me anytime, lapin. – he held Arthur’s hand and pulled him for a kiss – Je t'aime, mon amour.

The Englishman smiled.

- I love you too… Frog.

Francis chuckled while Arthur pulled away to call his handler.

(…I’m pretty sure that was not what you had in mind… Sorry… That was the only idea I had… sorry…)

Uncle Negan : Part Eight

This chapter is literally filler to get to the chapter i’ve been waiting for this whole series

master list

negan imagine / negan x you / negan x reader

warnings : language

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

“Wakey, wakey.” 

You felt a hand slide across your stomach, stubble skimming the crook of your neck making you almost instantly jump out of the bed. You stumbled across the floor for a moment before tightening your robe and crossing to the crib. 

“Damn, was my morning breath that fucking bad?” He propped himself on his elbow, eyeing you from across the room. You turned to him slightly shaking your head, lingering on the other side of the room. Another week had past since your outburst from the Daryl interaction, so you had been laying low and obeying to everything as much as you could, Negan’s message resonating throughout your head. “You owe me.” What did you owe him? Was this just another one of his games? Whatever it was, you didn’t want to make a bad situation worse. 

“My leg was asleep, your breath was fine.”

“Aren’t you just the sweetest,” He snickered as he turned his back to you, sitting on the edge of the bed while he slid on his pants. “You know what I think? I think it’s time for us to go on a little fucking family vacation.”


He pulled a tight, white shirt over his head and trudged towards you. “Oh excuse me, I must’ve said that shit in French by accident. Let me try again.”

You sighed looking up from Mary, meeting eyes with him. “Where did you have in mind.”

“Well I happen to have this time share out in the country, fucking incredible. I think you and your little shit-sack would love it,” he leaned into you, “money back guaranteed.” 

“I’d like to get out of this robe first.”

“By all means, I’m not fucking stopping you.”

You stood your ground, placing a hand on the crib. “Then I’ll meet you outside.”

He licked his bottom lip before lightly biting it, squinting his eyes with a look that still created a crater in your stomach. “Put on something pretty. First impressions in a new place make a shit storm of a difference.” He scooped up Mary in one hand and Lucille in the other, exiting the room. 

“I don’t have anyt-”

“There’s a dress in the closet, use your fucking eyes.” He yelled from halfway down the hall. 

Opening the closet, you seized the dress from the hanger. Wanna play fucking house? You thought to yourself, Let’s play fucking house.


“Is this really necessary?” You sat in the front seat of the pick-up, Mary in hand, a blindfold secured firmly over your eyes. 

“What, you aren’t into the kinky shit?” He laughed over the creaks of the truck racing over the bumpy pavement. “This makes it more exciting. Can’t make the wish before you blow out the fucking candles, huh? Unless you’re wishing to blow something else-”

“Are we almost there? Mary needs to be changed.”

“She times her shits perfectly, doesn’t she. You heard him turn the truck off and put it in park before opening his door and hopping onto the road, wherever this road was. Lightly bouncing Mary, you waited for his next set of instructions. You heard the passenger door open before his gloved hand rested on your shoulder. Stretching out your hand, you started to blindly scoot to the edge of the seat as he received your message, taking your hand and helping you and Mary down. 

“You ready?”

“Ready to get this blindfold off.”

He clasped his claw around your arm and started leading you forward. You felt his whispers tickle your ear. 

“Let’s build up the suspense a bit, eh? Get that good old element of fucking surprise going. I spy with my little fucking eye, something square. ”

“Are you kiddin-” 

“I spy with my little eye, where we’ll be having dinner tonight.” he proceeded to walk you forward, whispering clues in your ear, refusing to remove the blindfold. “And I spy with my little eye the husband who’s going to fucking make it for us.” You froze, your heart clawing at your throat. He jerked you forward, becoming more aggressive with his movements and murmurs. “I spy with my little eye something that starts with the letter, ‘A’…” In one swift motion he removed your blindfold leaving you face to face, feet away from Rick. “….Alexandria.” 


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