Pairing: DAVEED x Reader Warnings: BONDAGE, verbal degredation, cum on tits, cum eating, Word count: 3068 A/N: No one asked for this, literally, no one. This inspired very heavily by HBO’s Girls (Episode: Vagina Panic s1 ep2) and also some of Adam Sackler’s funny moments! All of the opening and closing dialogue is STRAIGHT from the show as well as some of the stuff he says while fucking her! Enjoy!!
Daveed had been on the road touring for what felt like ages.
You weren’t exactly dating him, so it was natural for you to not hear from him for a week, sometimes two, only for him to then text you seemingly out of nowhere. Those texts often led to sex, and eventually, you just ended up hanging around his apartment more and more.
He had been home for a week without a single word sent your way, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.
You sat on your bed, surrounded by odd beauty products as you did your makeup; smudged winged eyeliner, red lipstick, and a light dusting of pink blush. Your hair was pulled back and teased, framing your face to accentuate your cheekbones. You had on an all-black ensemble, consisting of a leather jacket, tight mini dress, fishnets, and converse.
Stepping out of your bedroom and into the common area, seeing your best friend and her boyfriend in the middle of some argument.
“How do I look?” You interrupted, standing the doorway of your bedroom.
Immediately, her boyfriend let out a laugh. “You look like you’re going to put a hex on some popular girls.”
I’m working on the next chapter of my fanfiction and I think the following conversation might be the best thing I’ve ever written:
“The only Pokemon confirmed to have two different Mega Evolutions is Charizard,” Gary informed them. “There are rumors about Mewtwo, but… well, it’s not like we can confirm that Mewtwo even can Mega Evolve in the first place.”
“Why not?” Ash said, sounding surprised.
“Why don’t you try getting that thing into a Pokeball?”
Ash paused, then said, “Well, can’t you just ask it if it can Mega Evolve?”
This got a sigh of annoyance from Drew and a preposterous laugh from Gary. Misty, meanwhile, gazed back at Ash with an expression of deep thought.
“Okay, Ash, you tell me once you’ve managed to find Mewtwo and somehow gotten it to talk to you,” Gary said, shaking his head. “You do realize that some researchers debate whether Mewtwo even actually ex- ”
“Okay,” Ash said, shrugging. “I’ll tell you. I’ve found Mewtwo and gotten it to talk to me.”
“What the- when?” Gary said, disbelief plain on his face.
Ash shrugged. “I dunno, four years ago?” He glanced at Misty for confirmation, and she nodded. “Yeah. I was still traveling with Brock and Misty. We found it up on a mountain or something.”
“Mt. Quena,” Misty supplied. “He’s telling the truth, Gary. Do you even know how many Legendary and Mythical Pokemon we encountered when we traveled together?”
“I met even more on my other journeys,” Ash added. “Let’s see… Mewtwo, Entei, Lugia, Ho-oh, Zapdos, Moltres, Articuno, Suicune, Raikou, Celebi, Groudon, Kyogre, Regice, Registeel, Regirock, Manaphy, Phione, Mew, Latias, Latios, Rayquaza, Azelf, Uxie, Mesprit, Dialgia, Palkia, Giratina, Shaymin, Heatran, Regigigas, Cresselia, Darkrai, Reshiram, Zekrom, Kyurem, Keldeo, Virizion, Terrakion, Cobalion, Tornadus, Thundurus, Landorus, Xerneas, Yveltal, Zygarde, Meloetta, Victini, Jirachi, Genesect, Diancie, Hoopa, Deoxys, Volcanion, Magearna… yeah… I think that’s about it.” He frowned. “Oh, and Arceus.”
By now, everyone in the room was staring at him, dumbfounded.
“I think…” Professor Oak blinked in shock. “I think that’s… literally all of them.”
The entire work - story & every single fanart I’ve made for the Revolution universe. I’ve put so much effort in this work and I think I really improved my English in this story. (In comparison to “The Forest of Tranquility”…)
Look, I personally don’t think Balth got back together with Damien out of some weird passive aggressive revenge reason- I think it was fear of actually dating the guy he’s built up in his head so much over the years. It can be really scary to have something like that actually become possible and having to question whether you love a person or the idea of a person.
It also totally isn’t Peter’s fault they’re not together, as after Balth’s probable ignoring of the issue and getting back together with his ex… That would seem like a clear message, especially as Peter was in such a self loathing headspace. He might have thought Balth didn’t think he was worth it after the events of NMTD.
IN CONCLUSION: I am confused and refuse to place blame on either of these guys
Stiles- You’re Not Going To Replace My Best Friend
could you please do an imagine where after isaac leaves for france, without telling anyone, you get really sad bc you and him have been best friends since you were 10. stiles has to pick up the pieces and when isaac comes back 6 months or almost a year later, stiles gets really angry at him and says stuff like how he wasnt a real friend to y/n and all that jazz and you can choose how it ends thanks!
A/N- Here you go, sweetie! Sorry if it’s short but I hope you like it. :) Next up is an Allison imagine.
“Are you coming to Scott’s house tonight?” Stiles asked you as he leaned against the locker next to yours. “I don’t know,” you admitted, tucking some books into the tiny metal space. “I wasn’t really planning on it, but…” “Come on, Y/n,” Stiles complained. “We’re celebrating that nothing’s trying to kill us. Aren’t you happy about that?” You rolled your eyes, shooting Stiles a look. “Obviously. I’m just not really feeling it tonight okay?” Stiles gave you a look that said he believed absolutely none of your bullshit, and he raised his eyebrows at you. “Not feeling it? As in you want to cry about Isaac and eat ice cream alone?” “Really?” you asked with a huff. “You make it sound like I’m some heartbroken ex-girlfriend. Isaac was just my best friend okay? I’m allowed to be sad.” “True, but he’s been gone since last year, and as your new best friend, I’m not letting you skip out on this.” You sighed, letting go of the textbook your were holding and looking over at Stiles. You and Isaac Lahey had been best friends since you were ten years old. Being his next door neighbor, you were probably the only person who knew what went on his house and how awful his father was. You had been there for him through everything-his father, him getting bitten, and losing Erica and Boyd. You were inseparable, or at least is seemed that way until Allison died. You had never had anything against Allison, in fact you really liked her and you were glad she could make Isaac happy. When she died, he had withdrawn from you and everyone else in the pack. The only thing he had left you when he left for France with Mr. Argent was a hastily scribbled note telling you he was sorry. He left you no texts, no calls, and not even a mailing address. Isaac, who had been your best friend for seven years, had just disappeared from your life, leaving you broken and alone. You came back to school shortly after he left, but you avoided Scott and the others. The one person you would have talked to about your feelings was gone, and you hadn’t wanted to share with anyone else. Most of the pack had accepted this, not bothering you when you avoided their calls and ate lunch alone in the library. However, there was one person who didn’t. The tall, flannel wearing sarcastic spaz who was hurting so much on his own, decided it was his responsibility to befriend you. You and Stiles had never been close before, but he knew you needed somebody. That wasn’t the only reason why he was so insistent you become friends, and he later revealed that he felt partially responsible for the absence of the scarf-wearing werewolf. After all, if the nogitsune hadn’t possessed him, it wouldn’t have killed Allison, and Isaac wouldn’t have left. You had told him that was ridiculous and that it hadn’t been his fault, but if he was so insistent on being friends with you, then fine. From that day on, you and Stiles grew closer than ever, and true to his words, he was your best friend. You and Isaac had had something special, but unlike him, you knew Stiles would never leave you. “Fine,” you told Stiles, pushing your thoughts about Isaac to the back of your mind. “What are we doing tonight anyway?” “Probably just watching a couple movies, pizza, the usual teenage movie night,” he predicted as you shut your locker. “Okay but if I have to watch another Star Wars movie I’m going to kill you,” you threatened. Stiles shot you a wounded look, holding a hand to his heart. “How dare you. You know how I feel about-” He paused, his eyes focusing on something past you. You raised your eyebrows at him. “Stiles? What are you doing?” “Y/n,” a voice said from behind you, causing you to freeze. You swallowed thickly, your chest tightening at how familiar the voice was to you. Your emotions battled inside you, and you couldn’t decide if you were giddy or pissed beyond belief. You slowly turned around, coming face to face with the guy who had left you on your own. “Hey,” Isaac said softly, shooting you a tiny smile. You stared at him silently, having no idea how to feel. Should you be angry that he left you, or happy that he was back? You had a million things you wanted to say to him, most of them bitter and angry for the pain he had left you with when he ditched you, but you couldn’t find the words. “Y/n?” Stiles asked coming to stand beside you and placing his hand on yor shoulder. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” you whispered, still staring at Isaac. The taller boy eyed Stiles’ protective stance, able to smell his bitterness. Stiles hadn’t liked him before, but now he seemed to hate him. “What?” Isaac joked, looking back to you. “Did you replace me already?” You were silent, and Isaac’s eyes narrowed. “Oh my god you did. Stiles? You’re friends with Stiles now?” “Well maybe I wouldn’t be if my best friend hadn’t left me,” you told Isaac harshly. “Y/n, I was miserable,” Isaac told you. “The girl I loved died and I needed to get out of here. I couldn’t handle having to fight for my life anymore. But that didn’t mean I didn’t care about you.” “Oh, really?” you asked. “I called you. Multiple times. You never answered.” Isaac sighed, running a hand through his curls. “I needed a break from Beacon Hills, Y/n, but I’m back now. We can pick up where we left off, and you won’t have to settle for Stiles anymore.” You opened your mouth to say something, but Stiles beat you to it. “Settle?” the lanky boy demanded. “You think she settled for me? Well, I think she shouldn’t have had to settle for you in the first place. You left her, Isaac, and you think you’re her best friend? You think you’re a good friend at all?” Isaac gritted his teeth, growling out “You don’t know me at all, Stilinski.” “No, but I do know Y/n. And I know that when you left her all alone, I’m the one who had to pick up the pieces. You don’t get to come riding back in here on a white horse, pretending you care about her when we all know you don’t!” Stiles’ face was bright red, and his voice got increasingly louder, finally turning into a full on yell. He finished his sentence breathlessly, noticing that by now everyone in the hall was staring at him. “I’m..I’m sorry,” Isaac whispered. “I never realized…I thought you’d be okay. Y/n, I’m so sorry. Please, just…can we start over?” You looked over at Stiles, raising your eyebrows at him. He sighed and nodded, knowing that he should have expected this. He should have known you would leave him for Isaac if he ever came back, and he guessed it was his own fault he hadn’t seen this coming. “Yes,” you told Isaac. “But…you’re not going to replace my best friend.” Stiles’ brown eyes widened, and he looked at you in shock as you placed a hand on his shoulder. You shot him a smile, looking back at Isaac’s sullen expression. Stiles grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, glad that he wasn’t going to lose you.