take my shoes

The first time I met my boyfriend’s grandparents, I was terrified. First, I really wanted them to like me, and second, he told me they were pretty religious. They’re Roman Catholic, but I’m Jewish, and I didn’t get the impression from the rest of his family that that would upset them, but I wasn’t sure they’d be chill with us dating, and I’m always afraid of those unconscious, anti-semitic micro-aggressions. 

Sure enough, within an hour of meeting me they asked if I was religious, in a way that was obviously asking if I had a religion, and which one it was. I calmly told them I was Jewish, and my boyfriend’s grandmother lit up. Her mother was a Syrian who moved to Brooklyn in the early 1900′s and she grew up in a Syrian and Jewish community in Brooklyn and boy wasn’t it nice to have someone around who could help her with her Jewish pastry. It was really pleasant. His grandfather was mostly quiet. 

After lunch, he and I shared a cup of coffee and some cookies and I told him about my brothers. He asked if my mom was ok with me dating a gentile. And then he looked around, saw we were alone for a sec, and asked me to follow him out to the garage. In the garage he asked me to take an old picnic basket down from off a cabinet. And then he told me to open it. The moment the lid came off I knew. I knew that shade of red. He told me to take it out and lay it across the floor. It was a Nazi flag. Not just a Nazi flag, but one that was big enough to fly outside a government office, like a massive one. I laid it out, ice in my veins, trying to figure out what was about to happen next. And then he told me to take my shoes off and stand on it. 

He told me his vision wasn’t good enough to get into the army, so he snuck on a ship and figured that they’d have to deal with him when he was in Europe, and that’s what happened. He told me he went because they all knew it was bad, and he wanted to help. He told me he took the flag off of some dead Nazis. He told me to go home and tell my mother that I was safe with these goyim she’d never met, that I was loved and welcome and that they’d fight for me. He told me “Never Again”.

He passed away a few years ago, and only after his death, cleaning out his closets did we find his old patches and look up his division. This quiet man who said very little but always shared a cup of coffee with me after lunch was in an anti-tank division, and he and his division liberated camps in Poland. He saw the horrors, first hand. 

Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day. Today is a day to reaffirm our promise of “Never Again”. Today is a day to remember that the only way for things to get better is to fight. Today is a good day to punch a Nazi. Do it for me. Do it for Grandpa Rocco. Do it for the world. 

Geno’s interview for Maxim (April 2017). 

Big thanks to @atsomnambulist for the help with the translation! 😇

-You live in the United States ten months in a year. What do you miss most about Russia?

- It used to be difficult, my parents did not visit that much. And now I’m comfortable, all who are close and dear to me often visit Pittsburgh. I don’t worry about food, I’m not fussy. What I miss the most is the Russian banya (sauna). Whenever I arrive in Moscow, I immediately go to “Sanduny”. I like to hang out with friends, sometimes in nightclubs too. You get tired of a year of matches and flights across the America, so you need some time to relax.

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A/N: Alright so I got a little carried away with this.The reader is inhumanely strong but that’s all the abilities she has. Feedback is appreciated. This is shit and I’m sorry

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Characters: Bucky, Reader, Steve, Natasha, Sam, Wanda and mentions of other avengers

Description: You and Bucky don’t usually get along but being alone in the tower together for a day, may change things between you two 

Warnings: Language, sexual tension, shitty smut, unprotected sex, dom!bucky, oral (f receiving)

Word Count: 2610

Originally posted by callitstuckylove

“He’s a fucking asshole” I yell out as I throw a punch so hard that the punching bag flies off the hook a few feet in front of me and sand begins to pour out of it

“But he’s a fucking asshole you like” Wanda says as she runs on the treadmill and I shot her a death glare before going to get another punching bag from the storage room

“Yeah I think he’s hot but his attitude is complete shit I don’t know what happened to him” I say to her as I carry the punching bag over my shoulder and place it back on the hook

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  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Namjoon, Yoongi, Taehyung and Jungkook:</b> *Sitting on the couch watching t.v*<p/><b>Jimin:</b> *walks in and sits on the floor in front of Tae and Kookie* Take my shoes off for me please! *wiggles feet*<p/><b>Kook and Tae:</b> Ugh, fine. *Takes off a shoe each*<p/><b>Jimin:</b> Thank you! love you~<p/><b>Namjoon and Yoongi:</b> *Shakes head* Yoongi:</b> He has you two wrapped around his tiny fingers!<p/><b>T&Jk:</b> 😅😒<p/><b>Hoseok:</b> *rushes in* Yooooongi Hyung~ Hobi has an itch, can you scratch?<p/><b>Yoongi:</b> Not now, busy<p/><b> Hoseok:</b>*pouts*<p/><b>Yoongi:</b> Awe, come here~ *scratches his back*<p/><b>T,Jk&Nj:</b> 😑😑😑<p/><b>Yoongi:</b> Can it, or ill murder you all.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> *Gets up and prepares a cozy space on the love seat with pillows, popcorn and snatches the remote from Yoongi* I wasn't going to say anything, except mention how whipped you all are!<p/><b>Jin:</b> * walks in and makes himself comfortable on the loveseat* Thanks Babe 😘<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> No problem Jinnie 😍<p/><b>Everyone else:</b> 👀👀👀👀👀<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> What?<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>


*He fed me. He bought all food, cooked all meals, washed all dishes.

*He dressed me in the morning, undressed me at night, and took my laundry to the cleaners along with his. One evening, while taking off my shoes, he decided they needed resoling and took them to the shoemaker the next day.

*He read to me endlessly: newspapers, magazines, murder mysteries, Katherine Mansfield short stories, and my own files when I brought them home to catch up on work.

*Every three days he washed my hair. He dried it with my hand dryer and was clumsy at it only the first two times. One day he bought an outrageously expensive Kent of London hairbrush and beat me with it that evening. Its bruises persisted beyond all others. But every night he used it to brush my hair. Neither before nor since has my hair been brushed so thoroughly, for such long periods at a time, so lovingly. It shone.

*He bought tampons for me and inserted and extricated them. When I was dumbfounded the first time he said, “I eat you while you’re menstruating and we both like that. There’s no difference.”

*He ran my bath every night, experimenting with different gels, crystals, and oils, taking an adolescent girls delight in buying great varieties of bath products for me, while sticking steadfastly to a routine of showers, ivory soap, and Prell Concentrate for himself. I never stopped to contemplate what his cleaning woman thought of the whip lying on the kitchen counter, of the handcuffs dangling from the dining room doorknob, of the snakes’ heap of narrow, silvery chains cooled in the corner of the bedroom. I did idly wonder what she thought of this sudden proliferation of jars and bottles, nine barely used shampoos crowding the medicine chest, eleven different bath salts lined up on the edge of the tub.

*Every night he took my makeup off. If I live to be a hundred, I won’t forget how it felt to sit in an armchair, my eyes closed, my head thrown back, while the gentle pressure of a cotton ball soaked in lotion moved across my forehead, over my cheeks, lingering on my eyelids…



—  Elizabeth McNeill, Nine and A Half Weeks: A Memoir of A Love Affair
Feels Like Flying (James Potter x Reader)

Harry Potter: Marauder’s Era

James Potter x Reader

Plot; The reader and James are in 5th year, and the reader is a muggleborn who has been taking ballet since six years old. James finds her in the astronomy tower dancing, after a night of werewolf protecting, and develops an interest for her. 

a/n; ok, so just to get this out of the way, I don’t know anything about ballet/dancing at all. (I took it for about two years when i was like five whoops.) but I had this idea and thought it was cute. so i apologize if i got anything wrong, or wrote something that didn’t make much sense to you dance people out there. I actually had to go and google search a lot of the names and stuff for this but I think it turned out alright. also, the gif is NOT mine, i just pulled it off the internet. anyway, enjoy!

Warnings; fluff

(Y/h) = your house

(Y/n) = your name

(L/n) = last name

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Qrowin!Jelsa for @knightsquall and @shinamatsuoka 

I think I just need excuse to draw Elsa in Atlas Specialist uniform

English Class: A Ballbusting Story

I wrote this story a longggggg time ago and I just never felt like posting it. But now I’m bored and have a bunch of stories to share, so I figure I will give you guys this one. Hope you like it/pm me any comments!

Alex was 17 years old, and a junior in high school. He was getting straight A’s at the private school that he attended. He was popular with everybody, from the students to the teachers. Most of the girls liked him, but he still did not have a girlfriend.

Alex was sitting in first period English class, with his teacher Katie, who was 24 years old, the youngest of his teachers. She was a yoga master, and she had the muscles and curves of one. It was the middle of December, and they had just suffered a recent blizzard, so most people were getting to school late, if arriving at all. Alex was alone in his class with two other girls, Clare and Erin. Both of them were in his grade, and they were extremely cute.

Clare was five foot five inches tall, with dark hair and soft skin that stayed tan through the winter. She was curved and cut like a supermodel, and she was just a beautiful. Erin was five foot eight inches tall, with blond hair in a ponytail, with breasts to brag about and a luscious ass to charm her backside. His teacher Katie was about five foot eight as well, and she had flowing blond hair and a nice smile.

Katie called the class over to the table to teach the days lesson, since there were only three students. Katie began the lesson, and sure enough, Alex began to doze off. Katie seemed to notice, and she kicked Alex in the shin under the table with her flats.

“Wake up Alex,” she said. “We are trying to learn here, and seeing as there are only three students here, you should be paying attention.” Clare and Erin giggled softly.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t sleep very well last night.” Alex replied. He knew this was no excuse.

“Well you better not fall asleep again, or the next time I kick you, it won’t be in the shin.” Katie grinned at him with a devilish grin, and the girls started giggling a little bit louder. Alex squirmed in his seat.

Once the girls stopped laughing, Clare asked, “Have you ever been kicked in the balls before?” Erin burst out laughing, but Katie didn’t silence her. She just grinned in an amused way.

“Ummm…No, why?” He replied quizzingly.

“Well, fall asleep again and you might find out.” Erin said in a coy voice.

While Alex was busy talking to the girls, he did not catch Katie sliding her slender, curved feet out of her flats.

“Ok, well I’m sure that she was joking. She is our teacher, for crying out loud!” He stated. Just then, he felt the curved arch of Katie’s foot slip into his groin, gently pressing against his testicles.

“Oh I wouldn’t be so sure.” She stated, before lifting her foot away several inches, then slamming it back into his unprotected crotch. The heel of her foot caught his nuts and ground them into his pelvis. Alex howled in pain, as he double over forwards, trying to cover up his groin, but with little success, as Katie twisted and mashed his balls under her heel, with a sexy smile on her face. Erin and Clare’s jaws both dropped as they watched the scene unfold. Alex thought for sure that they would tell his teacher to stop, but they didn’t. They both exchange glances and began to smile as his balls were helplessly squashed under Amanda’s bare foot.

Clare looked over at his teacher. “Oh my god, Katie! I never thought you would actually do that!” She exclaimed, with a smile on her face.

“Yeah, look at him struggle!” Erin giggled.

“You guys like that? I used to do this to my boyfriend all the time, so I know all the moves and tricks to make a guy’s testicles hurt.” Katie replied in a proud voice. “Do you guys want to give this a shot? I just got an email from the principle, and it doesn’t look like anybody else is going to be coming in today.”

The girls exchanged glances again, grinning wide. “We would love to!” Replied Erin. Alex struggled and tried to remove the petite foot from between his legs, but Katie was strong, and she wouldn’t budge.

“Alright, then you two slip off your shoes and let’s get this party started.” Katie exclaimed enthusiastically.

Clare looked a little bit off-put. “Do we have to take our shoes off? I feel like that would be kind of weird.”

“Well, trust me when I say this, because I have had experience, but the arch of a bare foot will bend more easily, allowing you to curve your foot around his balls so they don’t have anywhere to go when you squash them.” She slipped her other foot up and placed her sole over his mouth and pressed his lips closed. She then slid her foot away from his groin, and before Alex could move his hands to protect himself, she smashed her foot back into his nuts. Alex tried to scream with pain, but Katie’s other foot was smothering his mouth.

Katie giggled. “It tickles your foot when they try to yell but your foot won’t let them.”

“Ok, I’ll take my shoes off as long as I can hit him in the balls.” Clare said.

“Oh yeah, one more thing.” Katie butted in. “His pants are coming off as well.” She stood up and walked over to Alex. She bent over so Alex could get a good look at her cleavage as she undid his zipper. Then she yanked his pants off with such force that his boxers came off with them.

Erin and Clare both giggled and blushed as they got a good look at his package. They didn’t have a long time to look, for Katie, now standing over him in front of his chair, lifted her right foot and stomped her toes right on top of his testicles. She leaned forwards on his balls, which were trapped against the chair. The pain that Alex felt was piercing, but a throbbing ache at the same time. Katie had caught his nuts perfectly under her toes.

Erin and Clare slipped off their Ugg’s, which they were both wearing. Clare’s feet were small and tanned, just as he had expected. Erin’s feet were perfectly curved, and both of their feet had smooth arches.

“So what do we do?” Asked Erin curiously. She and Clare observed Katie flattening Alex’s nuts underneath her pink painted toes. She removed her foot from his balls, and Alex breathed a sigh of relief as he put his hands over his aching balls.

“Well,” said Katie. “You can make him do whatever you want him to. You just have to remember that you control his manhood right now, and that if he ever wants to have kids, he has to do everything you say.”

“I’ll go first.” Said Clare. She walked up to him until she was standing right in front of him. She had on a pair of skinny jeans and a tee shirt. She stood in front of him menacingly looking at his hands, which were covering his damaged nuts.

“Move your hands.” She demanded, staring Alex straight in the eye. Alex didn’t move his hands, and he averted her piercing gaze. Clare was growing impatient. “I said move your hands!” She yelled. Katie walked over and grabbed his hands and jerked them away from his nuts, which were now unprotected.

“Well now, Alex,” She whispered seductively. “Since you’ve been so uncooperative, I’m going to make this hurt. Now stand up!” Alex, with his hands being held by Katie behind his back, could do nothing but obey. Clare raised her leg so that her bare foot hovered inches away from his nuts. She then moved her foot forward gently and gave his balls a tap, and Alex winced. Clare could barely conceal her grin as she wound up her foot behind her, and then swung it forwards with as much force as her soccer-toned legs could muster.

The top of her foot slammed into his balls, pressing them back up into Alex’s pelvis with tremendous force. Alex went teary-eyed with pain, and he slumped forwards to the ground, his eyes just inches from Clare’s small feet. She then bent down and rolled him over with her hands. She walked down towards his legs, which she picked by the ankles, one in each hand. She raised her left foot into the air, and then stomped down onto his testicles with all her might. She grinded his balls under the arch of her foot, causing Alex to scream in pain. She lifter her foot and stomped once more, then again, and again, and again once more. Alex was now crying as his nuts begged for mercy from Clare’s bare feet.

“You know, Katie, you are right. When I was grinding his balls under my arch, I was able to crush them with much more force than with shoes.” Clare said. She sat down between Alex’s spread legs, and lifted her feet into his crotch, where they rested against his balls. “See, Alex? My feet must have just been designed for this day, just to rest perfectly in your crotch. Moreover, how does it feel, being brought to your mercy by my small feet. How could such delicate instruments do so much damage to your poor, vulnerable testicles?” She grabbed his ankles once more and leaned back until her head was resting on the floor, her feet being pressed perfectly into his nuts with terrifying power.

Alex groaned with pain. He looked down at his balls, but all he could see where her feet cradling his nutsack, and his penis resting on her toes and she squashed his crown jewels. Clare lessened the pressure on his balls, and lifted her feet high into the air. She then brought her bare heels down onto his testicles with all her might, flattening them against the floor. Alex cried from the pain, and then he blacked out.



         Alex awoke back in his chair, his balls screaming with pain. He saw Erin sitting on the desk in front of him, her crossed legs bobbing back and forth. She was wearing light grey sweatpants and a long sleeved cotton shirt. She tilted her bare feet back and forth in the air, her toes painted light blue. He saw no sign of Katina and Amanda, but their shoes were gone.

         “Hello, Alex.” Erin said with a mischievous grin on her face. “How are your balls?” Alex couldn’t help but look down to make sure they were still there. He could see that they were intact, although he was almost dying from the pain. The whole time he was looking at his balls, he could see Erin’s bare right foot dangling back and forth in the air, hovering ominously over his balls.

         “Well now, let’s get started, shall we?” Erin questioned. She uncrossed her legs and raised her right foot to Alex’s mouth. Her toes pressed lightly against his lips. “I want you to do me a favor.” She said. “You are going to open your mouth and suck my toes right here, right now.” Alex was revolted by the idea, and he refused to open his mouth.

         “Oh,” Erin said in a disappointed voice. “I figured you might be like this.” She moved her toes all over his face, from his lips to his cheeks to his eyes. She slid his eyelids shut with her toes and held them there. Alex did not know what was going on until he felt Erin’s heel fly into his unguarded groin. He almost threw up from the sudden pain, and he tried to open his eyes, but her toes pressed a little bit harder and he was unable to. All Alex could hear was the sound of his own screams, and all he could feel was Erin’s cool toes pressing gently into his eyes, which was rather lovely compared to the crushing heel flattening his nuts.

         “So, right now, Katie and Clare are out of the classroom making sure things are going ok and we aren’t discovered here.” She removed her heel from his nuts and relaxed her foot against his nutsack. “Since nobody is here to monitor us, if you do not do what I say, I will press down so hard on your testicles that they will break, and you will never have kids, or another orgasm, ever.” She enunciated the word testicles, and as she did so, she pressed her foot a little harder into his jewels. “Now I think you should open your mouth and suck my toes, because if you don’t, the consequences will be grave.”

         Alex was terrified, but he opened his mouth. Erin removed her foot from his eyelids and slid her big toe into his mouth. “Now start sucking.” She commanded. Alex rolled his tongue around her big toe, sucking as if it were a Popsicle. Erin stared deep into his eyes the whole time, and he forced himself to stare back. Her sexy blue eyes showed pleasure, but they also gleamed with the power that she had over him.

         Erin slid her big toe out of his mouth and moved the other four in. Alex ran his tongue between her petite toes, sliding his tongue in the gaps between. Erin leaned back in clear bliss. After a few minutes, Erin removed her right foot from his mouth. Just as soon as Alex thought he was done, she raised her left foot from his groin and moved it into his mouth.

         When he finished sucking Erin’s toes, she stood up. “Time to get up.” She said, and Alex obeyed, fearing what Erin might do to his balls if he didn’t. Alex loomed four inches taller than Erin, but she held all the power in this situation. With that, she pushed him gently back towards the wall, which he stood solemnly against. She stood up on her blue painted toes, and tiptoed towards him, until she was looking at him at eye level.

         Erin walked right up to where Alex was pressed against the wall, and their noses almost touched. Alex thought that Erin wanted to kiss him, seeing as her breasts were pressed right up onto his chest. She leaned in as if to kiss him, but right when their lips brushed against each other, she shot her hand down into his nutsack, catching him in a death grip. Alex gasped for air but was unable to scream. Erin squeezed the life out of his balls with her bare hands, her body still pressed up against his. She gazed into his eyes with the gentlest look that you would expect from a sympathetic girlfriend, except she was destroying his testicles instead.

         Alex started to slump down from the pain that Erin’s strong hands were wreaking on his balls, and his face wound up in Erin’s large C-cup breasts.

         “So you want a little bit of action yourself?” Erin asked with a smile. “I think your deserve a little bit of pleasure for all of the suffering you’ve been going through.” She released the death grip on his groin and stepped back. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. Before Alex’s eyes, he saw the most perfect rack on a girl he had seen yet, tucked beneath a black lace bra. Erin reached behind her back, and before he knew it, her bra was falling to the floor. Alex thought that it couldn’t get any better when she was just wearing the bra, but now it really was getting better.

         Erin cradled his head gently in her hands and guided him back to his chair, where she sat him down. She then climbed onto his lap, straddling his legs with hers. She brought his head down into her breasts. “You want to suck my tit?” She asked. “Go ahead, Alex, they’re all yours.” Alex couldn’t believe his luck. He brought his mouth down towards her left tit and began to suck. It was the greatest experience he had ever felt. He felt her tit grow hard in his mouth as he beat it with his tongue. Alex brought his other hand up towards her right tit and massaged it. For the first time since English class had started, Alex was in pure bliss.

         Erin uncurled her legs from around his waist and stood up, but she kept her tits where Alex could get them.

         “Anyway, while you have fun with my things, I’m going to have fun with your things.” Erin said as she brought her knee into Alex’s nuts. Alex immediately let go of her tits and shrieked in pain. Erin then put all of her weight on her knee, which was squashing his testicles into the chair, the same place where Amanda’s toes had done a number on his balls as well a while earlier. Alex tried to stay conscious, but once again blacked out from the pain, for the second time that day.


         When Alex awoke, he was lying flat on several desks lined up together, his arms and legs tied to the legs of the desks. His balls were on fire. He looked around trying to see if there was anybody he could call to for help, but he was alone in the classroom.

         “How are you holding up over there, Alex?” He heard Katie say. She walked out from behind the shadows and came towards him. The only clothes she had on were a lacy white bra and a white thong to match. He could see her pussy underneath. She stepped up onto the desks with her bare feet and walked over towards his face. She stopped with one foot on either side of his head, and she gazed down at him with a sexy look. She lifted her right leg and began to peel the thong off. She lifted her left leg, took the thong off completely, and threw it into the corner.

         Her pussy was smooth, and there wasn’t a hair to be seen. She crouched down above his face, then got on her knees and rested on his chest. Alex was absolutely mesmerized by her pussy, and Katie knew it. She slid herself forwards until her muscular thigh muscles clamped around his ears, so he couldn’t hear a thing. She rested her pussy right on top of his mouth, and without even asking, he took her clit into his mouth and ran his tongue up and down its length. As he was doing so, Katie took off her bra. Her tits were not as big as Erin’s but they were still marvelous.

         “Give me a foot massage.” Katie said. She took his hands gently and put them onto the well-rounded heels of her feet, which were resting near Alex’s shoulders. Alex moved his hands up and down her feet, pressing into her soles. While he was doing this, he slid his tongue deep into her pussy, licking and absorbing its juices. Katie moaned with pleasure, and she reached behind her towards his cock, which had become hard. She pulled a tub of Vaseline from what seemed like nowhere, and she put some on her hands. She grabbed his cock with her strong hands and began pumping up and down vigorously.

         Alex intertwined his fingers with her toes and tongue-fucked her pussy even harder and she pumped her hand faster and faster on his cock. She screamed with delight as he licked viciously with his tongue, and he felt that his nuts were about to blow. He unleashed his payload all over her hands, and the pumping slowed down to a gentle massage. She stood up and got off the desk. She got a pair of scissors and cut the ties that were holding him to the desk. She put some hand sanitizer on her hands to get the Vaseline off as he started to stand up.

         Alex turned to look at Katie just in time to see her bare foot come flying into his testicles. He screamed with pain like never before, as he had just emptied his payload and his balls were feeling bad enough as it is. He crumpled to the ground with no life force left in him, and he rolled on his side. Katie then picked him up off the ground, and she then lied down and took his place. She positioned him so that he was standing directly above her naked pussy. She curled her left leg up towards her, and slowly extended it up into his groin, putting her legs at a 90-degree angle. Her knee was bent since she was not extending her leg fully yet.

         Alex knew he was in real trouble, since Katie was a strong, flexible yoga master, and probably knew some good ways to make him hurt while getting a nice stretch in. Before he had the chance to do anything, she straightened her left leg so that his balls were cradled between the bottom of his pelvis and the sole of her foot. His whole body weight was on his balls now, and he screamed with agony. She took his hands in hers and looked him in the eye.

         “I know that you are only 17 years old, and I know that you should have plenty more sexual experiences in your life to come, but I think that our sexual encounter is perfectly sufficient for your needs. Therefore, this is going to be the last one you will ever have.” She then leaned back towards the ground, pulling his hands and rolling him forward with her. So much pressure was building on his balls that he felt them start to give between her sexy sole and his pelvis.

         “Say goodbye to your testicles, Alex.” Katie said. He then heard two loud pops, accompanied by an excruciating pain in his groin, and he blacked out.

Oh God. I’m Pregnant!?

Pairing: Dylan x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1476

Author’s Note: This is the second part to Back Massages. I hope you guys like this because I have doubts. Thanks to @nothisisstiles for telling me to write this and @smutandahalf and @sarcasticallystilinski for looking at it for me! You guys da best!

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I have to take them all off
Suzuki Tatsuhisa
I have to take them all off

Here’s Tatsu talking about what he looks like when he records with a dummy head mic…

Tatsu: Hmm, speaking of the toughest thing about using a dummy head mic… Because it picks up every single sound that my body makes, handling that is probably the hardest thing to do. Like, as you can tell from my outfit today, I always wear accessories, and I have to take them all off (for the recording). I also need to take off my hat. And my wallet, because it’s got a chain attached to it. And I need to button up all the dangling metals on my pants because they’ll clatter. Surprisingly, I’ll end up wearing barely anything… *laughs* Oh right, I take off my shoes too. So with my shoes off…  If people see me recording with a dummy head mic like this, they might think “Eh? That’s how he looks when he records? I’d never have imagined that…” Well, since no one can really see me like this, I guess it’s fine~ Yeah.

~from Cast Talk in Shinsengumi Kekkonroku Wasurenagusa

(Ok now I am super curious about how he looks lol)

Never Enough Part 3

Summary: After attacking Stiles, the first boy you’ve ever loved, you finally discover that you’re a siren/angel. Your siren anchor is Isaac. Nobody knows who your angel anchor. Except you.

Ship: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader x Isaac Lahey

Warning: fluff, angst, swearing, bad ass reader, sad thoughts, mentions of blood, etc.

Tagging: @thegirlwiththestories @morganschiebel @fabulous-dani @milkywaygalaxygirl @nathaliabakes @graceburnell @allana5100 @bellamysterekblake @beingmadinwonderland

Notes: Gifs are not mine, credit to the owners. 

Your P.O.V

I press my hands against my dress for the fifteenth time. It was my piano recital and I was a nervous wreck. It was the same feeling every year. I texted Scott, Stiles and the Sheriff, to remind them. I was able to forget about all the bad things if I just.. played. And right now, I could use some normal in my life. Stiles hadn’t spoken to me since that night… two weeks ago. I didn’t expect him to forgive me in a day but two weeks felt a bit long. Not to mention, it hurt like hell. I push the thought out of my head. “And now, (Y/n) (Y/L/N), playing River Flows In You and Once Upon A December from Anastasia.” Oh, god! This was it. I took a deep breath and walked out onto the stage.

As I sat down, I couldn’t help but scan the crowd, in hopes to see the people I most wanted here. Scott and Mr. Stilinksi grinned up at me. Both their cameras on record. But, no Stiles.. I couldn’t help but frown a little. He never missed my concerts. However, due to the recent events, I see why he didn’t show up. But then, I noticed someone I never thought I’d see. Isaac.. He smiled up at me, giving me a thumbs up. I couldn’t help but blush at the remembrance of that night. We were cuddled up against one another. I tore my gaze away and began. When I started to play, a tense hush fell over the crowd. It was as if they latched onto each note I played. It was a warm and fantastic feeling. Something I didn’t realize I needed. It was like taking a deep breath of fresh air.

When I played the last cord, I realized my hands were shaking with adrenaline. Everyone stood up, cheering loudly. Scott, Isaac and Mr. Stilinski were the loudest, without a doubt. “WOOHOO! THAT’S MY GIRL!” The sheriff exclaimed. I could have sworn he was getting teary eyed. When I glanced at Scott, he had a look of pure brotherly pride. Isaac however, his gaze was filled with pure adoration. I bow before making my way off the stage. They turned on the house lights. I made my way over to my family. Not my birth one, they, my father, didn’t care. He was constantly gone for work. My real family, was the Mccalls and the Stilinski’s. When I reached them, the sheriff proudly picked me up, spinning me around. I couldn’t help but giggle. 

After he put me down, Scott pulled me into a warm hug. “I’m so proud of you! You were fantastic!” Once he let go, I glanced up at Isaac, blushing. “What’re you doing here?” He shrugged, trying to act cool. “Scott told me you playing. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Immediately, I blushed, scratching the back of my neck. “Thanks. That means a lot.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets, biting the edge of his lips. “You were phenomenal, by the way.” I giggle. “Thanks.” Before the conversation could get anymore awkward, Mr. Stilinski wrapped his arms around us. “You know what this calls for? A celebratory dinner! On me!” Scott and Isaac beamed. “Free food?! Sounds good to me!” Scott and the sheriff walked a few steps ahead of us while Isaac walked with me. 

“Uhh- (Y/n)-” He coughs to clear his throat. “Will you- can I, uhh sit next to you at dinner?” He asked, sheepishly. Grinning, my heart leaped. “Uh- yeah. I’d love that.” I wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about Isaac. I mean, he’s one of my anchors. I thought he was attractive even before this whole situation began. But, then again, I was also still trailing behind Stiles. Honestly, I didn’t know how to take this. It’s not like Stiles will ever care about me, let alone look at me. Hell, he still hasn’t said a word to me since that night. I felt horrible. I sent him a text before the performance. As we sat down at the diner, I couldn’t help but glance at my phone, in hopes for something, anything. I frown, nothing. 

Isaac notices my sudden lack of joy, nudging my shoulder, slightly. It makes me giggle. After we order, my face is buried in my hands, completely embarrassed about the story the sheriff was telling. “She was so mad at the boys for taking her painting! She was so pissed, she scared the boys half to death!-” I scoff. “I did not!” He threw his back, laughing. “You so did! The boys did your work for a week and every time you came in our house, you acted like a princess. If it wasn’t your way, you would have a fit!” I giggled at the memory. Scott looked between Mr. Stilinski and I, smiling. Isaac however, his eyes never left my face, his arm over my chair, inches from my shoulder. 

The thought made me blush. (Y/n), calm down, Jesus. Who says you even need a man?! Stop it! Focus on yourself! I nod my head, sort of to myself, as if I was confirming in-dependency. After dinner, I hugged Scott and Isaac goodbye. My embrace lingered on Isaac, slightly. I thanked Mr. Stilinski again for coming before I changed and made my way up onto the roof. Phone in my shakey hand. I decide to call again. “Hi, this is Stiles Stilinski! You’ve reached my voice-mail!” The batman theme played in the background. I couldn’t help but smile. “Oh! Sorry, that’s my cue, just leave me a message after the beep! I’ll be sure to get back to it!” 

The second it beeps, I start. “Hey, Stiles..” I pause, warily. “Stiles, I am so sorry.. Please talk to me.. I’m going crazy. Just say something.. I get that you’re pissed at me. You have every right to be. But I can’t function without you. You’re my-” I pause, gulping. “My best friend..” I cough to cover my sniffles. “I-uh had my piano recital tonight.. Your dad came.. I didn’t see you there.. You never miss my recitals..” I pause again, trying to find the right words to say. “I sucked.. haha.. completely bombed the whole thing.. In fact, I threw punch at one of the performers.. haha.. Look, I, I’m sorry, Stiles. Goodbye.” And then, I hung sighing quietly to myself. I leaned against my chair, propping my feet up on the ledge. 

The stairs above twinkled, as if they were teasing me. I sigh quietly to myself. All of a sudden, something in the distance caught my eye. Brows furrowed, I stood up from my chair. Water. The lake, not too far from my house. Five minute walk, tops. I turn over my shoulder, glancing back at my empty room. Just do it. Go. It was as if a voice were persuading me to be free by the lake. It actually made sense though. My dark, harpies like features, were just the first stage to being a siren. I felt it now. The real power, the pull towards the water. Fuck it. I slipped on some shoes, grabbing a towel from my house before I made my way there. It was a strange feeling. A good one. The closer I got, the more comfortable I became. Walking on the bridge, I sit down and take off my shoes, letting my feet play with the cool refreshing water. 

The stars reflected it, giving it a nice hue. The air was warm but the feeling felt cool and fresh. All of a sudden, the water under me hardened. Brows furrowed and filled with curiosity, I put more pressure on it. It stays solid. Cautiously, I hold onto the railing as I stick both my feet in the water. I let go, standing tall. I walk a way from the dock. I’m walking on water. “Holy shit..” Every step I take, I take with care. I could fall in at any moment. But I don’t. My siren side won’t let me. Run. A voice whispers in my head. I give into the temptation, smiling. I run across the water, laughing loudly. Twirling and dancing around, I yell. “SUCK IT, JESUS! TWO CAN PLAY AT THIS GAME! HAHA!” 

At this point, I’m practically frolicking on the lake. I kneel in the water, swishing my hand back and forth, I gasp. The water follows my hand, rising up as I put my hand out in front of me. The water moved around me. Eyes blown eyed, I furrow my brows in concentration. Otter. I thought. And then, there it was. Right there in front of me, I giggle as it kisses my nose before jumping back into the water.

Glancing at the dark substance below my feet, I’m tempted to jump in. Tempted to feel the cold water. I give in, closing my eyes before falling back, crashing into it. It feels like a breath of fresh air. And it was because I could breath perfectly. I swam better than I ever had before in my whole life. It was incredible. It was all so easy. After god knows how long, I hopped out, feeling different, better. I dried off with the towel. Grazing over my gills. I smiled when it touched them, it tickled. I grab my shoes and head home. The sun started to come up. I was out all night. However, I didn’t feel the least bit tired. I was up to the brim with energy. 

That morning, I head to my locker, waving at Isaac, Allison and Scott, on the way in. After grabbing my things, I head to English. Stiles sat next to Lydia, glancing up at me, only to look away. Pain. A sharp pain collides with my chest at that small action. I take a seat behind Scott. He gives me a reassuring smile before looking forward. Allison entered, seconds later, eyeing the only seat left. Right in front of Scott. “Is this seat-?” She asks, awkwardly. He sputters, shaking his head. “Nope, no. It’s uh- It’s all yours.” I cover my mouth to hide my laugh. Almost immediately, Scott gets up to leave. We start class but I can’t help but feel something out of the ordinary. 

I sit up straighter, fists clenched. Stiles noticed my reaction but didn’t further acknowledge. Which kinda hurt. I tore my gaze away from him, rolling my eyes at his childish attitude. And then, all of a sudden, a bird ran into the window, blood spattered slightly. Jennifer, our English teacher, gasps. She practically jumps out her skin when five more slam against the glass. Stiles and I stood up from our seats, taking a step towards the window, gawking. And then, hundreds, if not thousands of birds crashed through the windows. The kids around us screamed and cried out in pain. The birds clawed and slashed their young faces. 

Automatically, I cover Stiles and another boy, wrapping my arms around them, protectively. Stiles.. went to Lydia.. like always.. I have never been more angry at the two of them in my whole life. But no matter how mad I was, I wanted, no, needed to protect him. I haven’t told Scott about my theory about Stiles being my angel anchor but in this moment, I knew, deep down, that I was. I just knew. I lift my head, glaring at the birds. They either leave or die on impact. We eventually stand up and re-cooperate. He checks on Lydia first. I grit my teeth, rolling my eyes. I will never be enough in his eyes. But none of this is new. We look at each other for the first  time in god knows how long. I couldn’t exactly decipher his facial features like I normally would. 

It seemed as though it was a mix of emotions: sadness; for not talking to me, anger; for me almost killing him, happiness; to see his best friend again, all of it or none of it. I wasn’t sure anymore. Maybe it was because I protected him? As a guardian angel would. Guardian angel. Oh my god. I tear my gaze away from Stiles, muttering to the two of them. “You okay?” Lydia nodded, kind of shakey due to the events but I could tell she felt calm because of my voice. It was almost reassuring. I couldn’t hate Lydia. Of course, she did things I hated but she was just as hidden and broken as anyone else. Stiles muttered, so quietly it was almost inaudible. “Yeah, I’m alright.” 

But as he spoke, he barely looked at me. That’s it. I am so done sulking over him. “Forget it. Whenever-” I grab my black jacket, practically fuming. “you stop acting like a child and grow a vag, come call me. I’m done sulking over someone who isn’t worth my time.” He winced as I turned over my shoulder and walked out. It was meant to hurt because he hurt me. I ran through my hair, breathing heavily through my nose. I was done. No, you’re not. A voice whispers back at me. I don’t agree but I don’t disagree, either. Mentally, I was done. But my heart was anything but. 

Third P.O.V

Stiles and Scott walked side by side to the party. Heather’s, Stiles’ childhood friend’s, party, to be exact. Stiles was excited to see his old friend, excited to get away from Lydia and (Y/n). Even though, he felt horrible. Scott, despite his strong attempts, continued to sulk over his first love, Allison. “Stop that.” Stiles said to his best friend. Scott looked at him, wide eyed, as if he were caught doing something he shouldn’t have. “Stop what?” He asks, innocently. Stiles scoffs at him. “You know what?! Stop being sad about Allison! Tonight, we party! No Allison, no Lydia-” Scott nodded. “and no (Y/n).” Scott’s eyes went wide in brotherly confusion. 

“Seriously?! She didn’t know how to control it and you’re still pissed at her?! It’s been two weeks?! Oh, by the way, I’m still pissed you the concert! You know how much that means to her. It broke her heart! And you know what’s the best part about the whole situation, you’re not pissed at her! You stopped being mad at her three days after the incident! So, why are you actually not talking to her?!” Scott rarely got mad at Stiles. But when it came to his practically adopted sister, (Y/n), he would rain hell upon anyone and everyone. It was now Stiles’ turn to be wide eyed and caught in a lie. After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke. “Okay, okay! I was mad at how close she’s gotten with Isaac. He’s gonna take her away from me. She’s my-” He pauses. “my best friend.” 

Scott notices the pause, eyeing him, suspiciously. Stiles rubs the back of his head, walking towards the door. “Look, I’ll talk to (Y/n) tomorrow and apologize, but tonight is about us and forgetting our problems. Okay?” Scott nodded, knowing he wasn’t gonna let Stiles get off that easily. (Y/n) was his sister afterall. The next day at school, the boys found out Heather was taken. Stiles was completely distraught, having already made up with (Y/n), like he promised, she helped him calm down. But she was mad, mad that he almost had sex with an old friend without using his head to think. Like a guy, he used his dick instead of his brain. Scott reassured her that nothing happened between the two of them. However, it still hurt. But what made her more frustrated, was that Stiles waited two weeks to talk to her, solely because he was afraid he’d lose her, not knowing he was the one pushing her away. 

Your P.O.V

Originally posted by youngwarlock

We all met up at Deaton’s to find out what Isaac can remember. Derek was looking for Boyd and Erica and thought Isaac could remember via being to the point of almost dead, which didn’t reassure me in the slightest. I grabbed the last of the ice, turning the corner, only to find Isaac completely shirtless. I can’t help but gawk. He was toned, beyond so. He was built and chiseled to godlike perfection. Shoulders carved and stomach like a washboard, I can’t help but flush. He was gorgeous. And then, a voice broke my gaze. “(Y/n)?!” I look up to see Scott snap his fingers in front of me. “You okay? You dropped the ice?” I glance down to see the bag on the floor, like he said. 

I scoff, trying to gather myself. “Pff, yeah, I knew that!” Squatting, I pick up the ice bag and hand it to Derek, not daring to look at Isaac, too embarrassed to. I look at Stiles in hopes for some comfort. Oh, how wrong I was. He glared daggers at Isaac, practically fuming with rage. He continued to glare as Isaac as he sat down in the penetratingly cold water. Derek and Scott took their positions. “Ready?” Deaton asked. The young boy gulped, nervously. “(Y/n)-” He sticks his hand out, I grab it, despite Stiles’ glare. “I won’t leave you.” I say, which seems to sooth him. Then they push him down. He thrashes against the force and pressure. 

It takes everything in me to not look away. He practically begs me to stop, in fear of the reminder of being taken. I kiss his hand, which calms him, slightly. He starts spewing out information. But it wasn’t enough for Derek. He pushes him down further. Almost immediately, my inner siren breaks out. I use the water to push Derek away. Not enough to do damage but just to push away. Isaac jumps out of the water, shaking. I grab a towel, wrapping it around him, soothingly. Derek takes a step forward, I stand up, hand still intertwined with Isaac’s. I glare back at him, practically growling. Half of my body shifted into a siren. The other half, being touched by Isaac, was human. 

No matter how much he tried to hide it, Derek looked scared. “Come near him again, see was happens.” I growl, lowly, at him. He doesn’t move. Wise decision. When I look back at my hand, latched to Isaac, he smiles and I feel my siren side subside. He brushes his thumb against my hand. It brings me more comfort than anything. He clears his throat. “So, what did you find?” Stiles cleared his throat, stepping forward, looking anywhere but our hands. “You said they were trapped in a bank.” I look at him with a reassure, non-verbal, smile. It was as if he understood I was never gonna stop being his friend. It calmed him, slightly. “You also said someone else was in the vault.” Derek pressed. Scott asked, perplexed. “Who?” Isaac shook his head. “I don’t know.” 

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