stuck with each other


There’s a great mammal in the ocean known as the 52-hertz whale. All year, he practices his love song for the female. Travels thousands of miles to find her. But when he finally gets the chance to serenade her, she doesn’t give him a call back. Why? His love ballad is sung at 52 hertz, a sonic signature one note higher than the lowest sound of a tuba. The average female hears at 10 to 15 hertz. So she never hears his song.

Send me “Restrained” + a number for a starter in which one or both of our characters are:

Or send “Restrained?” for a randomly generated number.

1. Locked in the trunk of a car
2. Tied to a chair
3. Chained up to the wall
4. In a cage
5. Behind prison bars
6. In a room with a locked door and barred windows
7. Hand-cuffed to an object of their choice
8. Hand-cuffed to one other person (or each other)
9. Stuck in a hole underground
10. Trapped in an attic
11. Trapped in a tomb or mausoleum
12. Stuck in the back of a police car
13. Stuck in an elevator
14. Locked in a vault
15. Strapped to a table

Watching Roan x Bellarke scenes I love remembering that the first time he saw Bellamy and Clarke together Clarke was SOBBING for him to spare Bellamy’s life like that was his first impression of them and now he’s stuck watching them tiptoe around each other like neither of them would stick a fork in their heart and slow roast it if the other were hungry


We were stuck with each other. And that wasn’t a bad thing. It was the lifesaver. There were four of us and there were four brothers. We were the Four Musketeers. And everybody saved everybody else at some point. 

 Ringo Starr on The Beatles, TV GUIDE, 18-24 November 1995

we are but broken gods
torn like choppy waves
pounding on the sand

you are the cold water lapping on my shores
i am the coast that welcomes you with reluctant arms

we pull and push at each other
in this eternal dance
finding our way
and around
each other
and losing it once again

stuck in this endless dance
i will stay
hold your hand

so even when we break
we will start over again

—  s.a.s | daughter of two lands #1 | over and over again

It’s a funny little thing, the way that they always come together in the end. Like magnets. Or fate. Or a thousand other nameless things that keep them stuck in each other’s orbits.

Whatever it is, whatever the reason, Derek finds that more often than not he’s searching for Dex. Seeking him out like it’s vital, and maybe it is. Maybe that’s why they’re here right now, huddled close (closer than any excuse Derek can call to mind will allow) as if to find shelter from the throbbing bass that leaks from the living room below.

He’s close enough to smell the cologne Dex wears (dark and warm and gorgeous and expensive - a gift, a promise, an unspoken plea from Derek - for what, he’s never been sure - brushed off as nothing more than a obligatory Christmas gift, gaudy in its simple elegance - and oh, how Dex had flushed and burned and held himself in defeat - as if the socks he had knit for Derek were any less worthy - as if he wasn’t enough). He’s close enough to see the way Dex’s freckles have bled together over the summer and close enough to feel the way Dex’s breath hitches when Derek sways closer.

It’s a swirling little feeling, the way Derek goes sideways whenever Dex is in the room. First it’s his stomach - a churning vortex of nerves and want and vertigo that has him leaning closer, one hand on Dex’s shoulder and the other on his arm… as if touching Dex would make it easier. After his stomach it’s his heart - beating at a rabbit’s pace, making Derek feel like prey even as he looms closer into Dex’s space. Derek knows better than to trust his racing heart, because if anyone in this hallway is a predator, it’s him.

Carefully, carefully, he presses Dex back until he’s pinned to the wall - like a butterfly, or a beetle, or any of a thousand other beautiful things - and for all their tension, Dex allows himself to be moved without a fight. He just goes, lets himself be easy for once in their lives, red solo cup clutched to his chest and his eyes blinking slow and low - low enough for his eyelashes to brush down against the flush of his cheeks with each sweep. And he’s beautiful.

“I’ve never kissed a guy,” he says, lips frowning even as they form around his words, and it’s such a Dex-like thing to do (how he frowns around even the most innocuous of words) that it’s got Derek smiling into Dex’s gravity, fingers pushing Dex against the wall even as he aches to pull Dex in. Sometimes Derek thinks that Dex would let him.

It’s a quiet little moment, when Dex closes his eyes, cheeks flushing in a way that has nothing to do with his drink, and god, Derek is drunk on that flush. He’s wasted on Dex - messy and dangerous and nothing but trouble - and maybe that’s why he doesn’t see it coming when Dex’s lips are frowning around his words again. Why he doesn’t know what to do when Dex tacks on that last word to his sentence - it’s still a fragment of a thought (‘I’ve never kissed a guy but’), but having tacked on that last syllable… it changes everything.

Because then Dex is opening his eyes, and Dex is pressing close enough where Derek can feel his breath fan across Derek’s lips, and Dex can never again say that he’s never kissed a guy.

There’s nothing small about it.

One day I’ll be married.
And one day he will be married, too.
One day I will live my life.
I won’t think of him.
One day he won’t matter at all.
He will just be another name in the books, another story to tell my daughter.
One day we won’t hardly ever think of each other.
Our names and our love won’t matter to each other.
I won’t be stuck in these times forever.
One day I will live my life and these tiny bumps in the road will only be things that made me stronger.
One day I won’t care and one day I’ll move on and one day I’ll find real love.
One day he will not matter.
And I can’t wait for that one day.
—  I can’t wait to move on
Wiggle Room

A/N: this is just a lil smutty, cuz i cant write full blown smut rn, but theres a hint of sin

Stupid Keith and his stupid mullet getting us stuck in a stupid closet. Why does he have to be so stupid and- Lance was pulled away from his thoughts by a loud banging noise. “Keith!” He whisper-yelled. “What the hell are you doing?!”

Keith sighed and hit his head against the wall. “I was trying to get us out of this closet after you got us stuck in here!”

“I didn’t get us stuck in here! You got us stuck in here!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

They tried to hit each other, but in the small space it hardly worked. It only served to get them tangled up in each other, becoming a mess of limbs and pain.

“Hey, get your knee off of my leg!”

Keith mumbled something about where he’d rather put his knee, but sensing that it wouldn’t get them out of the closet he restrained himself. Pushing himself up and forcing Lance to lean back a bit further, Keith moved his knee from Lance’s leg to his stomach.

“What are y-”

“I might be able to get us out through the roof. Don’t. Move.”

Hearing the urgency in Keith’s voice, Lance pouted and leaned his back against the wall. Keith was trying to reach the ceiling, but couldn’t find a way through. He stretched further up, putting himself off-balance. As Lance watched Keith struggle not to fall, he laughed to himself. ‘At least I don’t have to be up there working. HA! Suck it Keith!’

“Little help here?” Keith asked, voice strained. Lance sighed and put his hands at Keith’s hips to steady him. “Thank you.” ‘There’s no reason to sound so uptight, mullet. Who put that stick up your ass anyway?’

A few minutes had passed and Lance was bored again. His fingers started fidgeting, playing with the hem of Keith’s shirt. Once, he pushed a little too far up, and he could see the jut of Keith’s pale hips. Lance gulped and slid his hands back down. After a few more minutes, Lance tried to do all he could to distract Keith. Pushing his shirt up inch by inch, letting his fingers skim over the exposed skin. Keith was hiding it well, but he honestly had no clue how to get them out of this closet. He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair.

“Alright Lance, hold me steady.”

“Um, okay? Why, exactly?”

Keith didn’t answer his question and instead lifted his other leg and placed his knee on Lance’s hip. A strangled noise escaped Lance’s throat, and his fingers tightened against Keith’s skin.

“What are you doing?” Lance asked nervously, suddenly aware of the distance between his face and Keith’s lower body, or lack thereof.

“I’m getting us out of here. Stop trying to distract me and sit still.”

Lance sighed again. Out of nowhere, he got an idea. A smug grin danced across his face as he formulated his plan. ‘How’s this for a distraction, Keith?’ Lance pushed Keith’s dark grey shirt up a bit more, exposing his stomach. Biting back a laugh, Lance leaned in, and brushed his lips against Keith’s stomach. Seeing no immediate results, Lance changed his approach. He started just where Keith’s hipbone appeared from above his jeans, and started to kiss his way up, licking and sucking and biting along the way. Glancing up, he could see Keith biting back a moan. ‘What’s the matter, prettyboy, can’t handle a little distraction?’ Lance continued his ministrations, going to the other hip, then up Keith’s stomach and onto his chest. By the time he’d gotten up to his neck, Keith was leaning against the door, trying to keep quiet.

“In here? You’re sure?” Shiro waited for a response. “Alright, princess.” Shiro opened the closet, and out fell Keith with Lance on top of him.

“Ohh, hii Shiro.” Lance grinned nervously. “What brings you here?” Both Keith and Lance had turned bright red, and Keith was struggling under Lance to cover up his hickey-covered chest.

Shiro sighed. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see this and you two are going to stop making out in closets. Capisce?”

The couple on the floor nodded frantically, both of them trying to hide themselves from Shiro, who bit the inside of his cheek and walked off, shaking his head. After he left, Lance turned back to Keith. “So, finish what we started?”

“Hell yeah.”

About all this Lunafreya/NoctLuna hate..

I just need to say… Lunafreya deserves so much more fucking respect but that’s not what I’m the most annoyed about right now. The truly annoying thing is how people say she isn’t really valid to Noctis? Or like her and Noctis “weren’t” in love, they’re just friends blah blah. All this anti-noctluna mess. First thing is first; I do wish Square Enix would’ve given us more BUT they gave us enough to realize this:

1. They are fucking in love.

 I’m going to elaborate. I get the whole “but they didn’t even see each other for 12 years” okay but ya’ll act like they really chose not to???? Are we forgetting exactly why? The tragedy that separated them??? Hello? I’m sure they would’ve grown up, stuck to each other like glue had Tenebrae not been invaded.

 2. Noct’s Squad

 Seriously? They tease him about Luna sooooo fucking much. Were we playing the same game? Prompto is easily the biggest noctluna shipper. What about Noct’s (English) voice actor confirmation?

 3. The notebook

 To me, Noctluna is clearly something long distance to put it simply. I’m going to be real here and say Noctis did NOT have to keep up communication with Luna all these years but he did! He fucking did. He missed her, he fucking showed nothing but sincere worry/excitement/love whenever Umbra would show up with the notebook carrying her response. The same goes for Luna. “They didn’t see each other for 12 years” they fucking wrote to each other for 12 years!!! You think they didn’t learn anything about each other in 12 years? “They wrote like one sentence to each other” no, be quiet. It’s a GAME. The length doesn’t matter, Square Enix was trying to tell the players one thing alone with the notebook; THEY HAVE NOT LET DISTANCE GET IN BETWEEN, they LOVE each other and they tragically but romantically have been connected the whole fucking time. Luna captured, no, /has had/ Noct’s heart… for 12 years. Through a notebook alone, they loved so fucking hard– That’s what I got from the game, the lover’s notebook was heavily symbolic.

 4. Luna’s death

 Since Luna had a lack of screen time, her death wasn’t felt as heavily as it should’ve been. /To me/, it was a heavy hit still. You know who else it was especially a heavy hit for? Noctis. The argument here is, of course it was. They were childhood friends, yes. Makes sense but I couldn’t help but feel like this hit was the one that kinda drew the final straw for Noctis. Noctis is clearly someone who feels heavily. He is an open book. Anyone’s death would’ve crushed him but Luna’s death had him in tears multiple times. Gladio had a harder time snapping him back to reality. When Luna was saying her farewell, he reached out and his face– god, his face. And when she appeared in front of him.. I can’t help but to feel like Luna’s death had the biggest toll though all the deaths to take place were just as important.

 5. The ending (Wedding scene)

 The wedding scene in the end, whether it was the after life or whatever– or Noct’s fantasy, it was a sincere ending. This was the happiness Regis wished them, the ending they BOTH desired. In the end, light was restored and so was peace… and still, Noctis and Lunafreya married. Dead or alive. Yes, Square Enix should’ve executed things better but everything that pointed to Noctis and Luna’s relationship was symbolic and there. Maybe there wasn’t a lot of it but ya’ll can’t say that my ship wasn’t valid. Whether you like it or not, it’s canon and canon for much good reason.

 Rant done.

the foxes as things i’ve said to my puppy

Allison: “don’t fucking touch me”

Renee: “we. are. friends.”

Matt: “why won’t you let me love you?”

Dan: “aw, you wanna go out? you- YOU LIED TO ME”

Andrew: “your ability to look cute is the only thing keeping you alive”

Aaron: “stop talking to me” 

Neil: *under attack of love and death simultaneously* “this, this is fine”

Kevin: “can’t even get the fucking ball, fucking worthless little-” or *clutching vodka* “this is not for you. this is mine. gtfo.”

Nicky: *crying* “you are the only thing good in this world”

Wymack: “i didn’t ask to have you, but we’re stuck with each other now”

Seth: “we’ve been seeing each other a lot lately and i think we need some time apart so i don’t stab you to death” 


Jean: “this is your side and this is mine and dON’T yOu fUCKing dARe-”

4. “So we’re stuck with each other?”

    guys i never wanna ask much of you but pls give me some feedback bc i am super nervous about this fic idk why pls

words: 13k

warning: this will make u sad :( bc sad and scared Dan Howell

Summary: “Straight Guy Worries He’s Being Homophobic To Gay Roommate, Realizes He’s Fallen In Love With Him.”

      “You want to what?”

Dan chomped down on his crisps and held a finger up. His friend stared back at him and waited a bit impatiently for him to swallow.

“Move out.” Dan chewed another chip. “And get a roommate.” Dan said after swallowing.

Caspar was quiet before bursting into laughter which surprised Dan.


“You’re scared of people, buddy.”

Dan stuck the finger up as he ate the rest of his chips. He thought about what Caspar said and rolled his eyes. He wasn’t scared of people…. he didn’t like people he didn’t know or feel comfortable with.

Didn’t that damn Pineapple Boy know the difference?

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Dating Ponyboy Curtis

Dating Ponyboy

* Romantic poems.
* Pony helping you out with homework whenever you’re stuck.
* Racing each other down the block, just for fun.
* Bothering him about how much he smokes.
* Stealing his sweatshirts until he comes complaining that he’s cold.
* Becoming good friends with Johnny Cade.
* Pony asking you if you think he looks cool.
* Sneaking around town, going places you shouldn’t be going.
* Exploring everywhere.
* Going to movies together and talking about them afterwards.
* Always holding his hand.
* Pony never getting embarrassed about how much he loves you, and never being afraid to show it.
* Writing short stories about you two.
* Being a shoulder to cry on when he’s having problems at home.
* Learning all about his parents, and feeling like you’ve known them your whole life even though you’ve never met them.
* Trusting him with all of your secrets.
* Reassuring him whenever the gang teases him.
* Comforting him when he has nightmares, and getting upset when he doesn’t tell you about them.
* Ponyboy trying to hide when he’s hurting.
* Ponyboy accidentally hurting your feelings and making you feel self conscious.
* Reading together.
* Stealing his cigarettes because you don’t want him smoking so much.
* Watching him when he’s running track and competing in races.
* Supporting him in wanting to get out of Tulsa.
* Watching him skip grades because of how smart he is.
* Wondering if he’s going to leave you for somebody who’s smarter and better looking.
* Ponyboy being romantic.
* Worrying about him being targeted by Soc’s.
* Ponyboy beating the shit out of your ex-boyfriend when he bothers you.
* Watching him grow into the perfect man.
* Trying to write for him like he does to you, and being embarrassed because you don’t think it’s as good.
* Waking up in the middle of the night to find him writing, drawing or reading.
* Always having to have alone time at your house because him and his brother share a room.
* Asking him to read to you because you adore his voice.
* Encouraging him to apply to big colleges.
* Not knowing much about what happened to his parents because he doesn’t like talking about it.
* Being there for him when he vents to you about Darry.
* Despising Darry for how hard he is on Ponyboy.
* Always playing with each other’s hands.
* Ponyboy being obsessed with your legs.
* Kissing his hips and lower stomach to tease him.
* Racing each other.
* Being his biggest supporter.
* Telling him to smile more because his smile is adorable.

“The One” Carl Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 3,393

Carl Grimes x Reader

Summary: Carl’s POV of “Home” (read HERE), except in this version, the reader dies instead of Carl at the lineup.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, implied smut, death

Thanks, @justthoseimagines , for the request!

Flashbacks are in italics.

Originally posted by accio-villain-imagines

 It was Y/N’s hair that attracted Carl first. It was so long and so beautiful, he couldn’t stop staring at it when he saw her. None of the other girls he had met had hair that pretty.

Carl had met her a long time ago, but the memory of when they first saw each other stays stuck in his head. He had finally just recovered from the surgery that Hershel performed on him, and was able to get up and walk around. He was so happy he didn’t have to be cooped up in that room all day anymore. He was sitting at the kitchen table drinking some water when Y/N walked in, not paying any attention to him. Not that he knew of. Her hair glistened in the sunlight, and Carl had thought it was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He didn’t tell her that, of course.

“Dad, who’s that?” Carl had asked Rick once he left the kitchen. They were standing in the hallway, just far enough out of earshot where Y/N couldn’t hear them talking.

“It’s Hershel’s daughter, Y/N. She’s around your age.” Rick had told him. “Why do you seem so flustered?”

“Because she’s pretty!”

Rick had to stop himself from laughing at the current state that Carl was in. As far as he knew, this was probably the first time Carl had been around another kid his age, let alone a girl, since the apocalypse broke out.

“Just relax, son. Go introduce yourself. She aint gonna bite.”

Carl walked back into the kitchen, and she jumped, like she just realized he was in there. She stared at him for a good moment, and Carl assumed this was the first time she’d heard of him as well.

“I’m Carl.” He told her, trying to remember what his dad said about her not being scary. She really was quite pretty, Carl thought she was the prettiest girl he’d seen in his life.


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You’re the Best Thing That’s Ever Happened to Me (Draco x Reader)

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

Request:  Can you do a draco x reader where they’re married and they’re having pillow talk(?) I guess and suddenly reader brings up and touches draco’s fading dark mark and asks if it still hurts or whatever… and draco talks about how reader has changed his life for the better?? Idk really.. I’d just love something angsty and fluffy please! Thanks in advance! - Anon

This one is rather short sorry :/

It had been a week since you got married to Draco Malfoy.  You were the love of each other’s lives, and you stuck together after the Battle of Hogwarts.  Five years later, here you are, married and living together in a nice house in London.  Draco didn’t want to return to his family’s manor in Wiltshire.  He said there were too many bad memories lurking there.

Of course you understood.  Draco didn’t exactly have a normal or happy childhood.

You two were lying on your bed after a long day, Draco wrapped in your arms.  You were running your fingers up and down his arms, when he flinched.  You pulled your arm away.  “Are you okay?  Did you get hurt earlier?”

“Oh, uh, no, I’m fine…”

You frowned.  “You’re a terrible liar, you said and grabbed his arm and pulled up the sleeve.

You gasped slightly, and looked at Draco with pity.  There was his Dark Mark, but much more faded.  But it was still evident it was there.  “Does it hurt…?” you asked softly.

Draco tore his arm out of your grasp and pulled his sleeve back down.  “Not physical pain, no… but it hurts to look at… a constant reminder of what I am–.”

“Was,” you corrected.  “You never were in my eyes,” you said, wiping away a stray tear on Draco’s cheek with the pad of your thumb.  “You’re not a bad person, Draco.” You kissed his forehead.

He smiled.  “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he replied and snuggled up to you.

You smirked.  “How so?”

He nestled his head in the crook of your neck, entwining his fingers with yours.  “Well… for starters, you gave me a chance.  A chance to be someone different.  Someone I actually felt good to be.  You saw past all of my flaws and made me a better person.  I would have remained a feared and disrespectful person if it weren’t for you.  You even continued to love me after I became a Death Eater… which I thought was unforgivable.”

You silenced him.  “You didn’t have a choice.  Don’t beat yourself up over it,” you said, petting his hair.

He sighed.  “See, this is why I love you.  You’ve stood by me through happy and sad, light and dark.  You’re my everything,” he finished and pressed a kiss in the crook of your neck.

“And you’re my everything,” you responded and leaned down and kissed him.  “Now we should get some rest.”

Draco nodded and pulled you close, burrowing under the covers.  “I love you,” he mumbled before falling asleep in your arms.

Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!