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Drunk Confessions

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1,337

Warnings: Drunk!Reader, Annoyed!Dean, feelings confessed, fluffy Dean at the end

Request: Hey can u do a dean x reader where the boys go on a hunt and they come back to the reader blasting music, dancing on the table, with a bottle of Jack in her hand and she admits her feeling for him

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Originally posted by debatchery

Being alone in the Bunker was fun. It was big and spacious, giving you more than enough space to do the things you wanted to do without Sam or Dean bothering you. Ah, Dean Winchester. Him and his brother were out on a hunt right now but that didn’t stop you from thinking about him.

He was always on your mind, whether that be his voice, his body, his eyes, the way he cooked or cleaned, the way his fixed his car up, the way he held a gun or anything for that matter, the way he hustled people in pool, the way he drove, and especially the way he killed monsters.

He was just a hero to you but there was no way you’d be able to tell him your feelings. You haven’t been with the Winchesters long enough to really know Dean. You’ve heard stories about his past and you even spent a night or two talking with Sam about Dean.

Sam knew about your little crush with Dean and tried to tell you everything but there were some things that Dean needed to tell you himself. Which was fine, you didn’t need to know everything now but you got what you needed from Sam anyways.

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Creepypasta #1255: My Daughter Had An Imaginary Friend

Length: Medium

I’ve always found imaginary friends creepy. You hear these stories about children having imaginary friends that are the ghosts of confederate soldiers, or children who point to pictures of dead relatives and say, that’s grandpa, he plays with me every night. I hate those stories. I always hoped my own kid would not have the necessary imagination – but when we moved into the townhouse, it turned out she did. A few weeks after the move, she loudly declared the existence of her imaginary friend at the kitchen table.

“I played with the clown last night, mommy!”

“The clown?” I frowned. She didn’t have any clown toys. I had seen It at an impressionable age, and my relationship with clowns has been  strained ever since. No clown toys were allowed to enter the household.

“The clown came to my room and played with me after you went to sleep!”

Oh god, I remember thinking, why did it have to be a clown?

“Was the clown nice?” I asked carefully.

“Very nice. He gave me chocolate!”

I frowned, but a smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. Of course her imaginary friend would give her chocolate. She loved chocolate.

“Sweetie, you know you’re not allowed to eat chocolate, right?” I smiled at her.

She giggled. “But it was magic chocolate! The kind you can eat and eat and eat and eat and never get a tummy ache!”

“That sounds like really good chocolate!”

“It is!”

I reasoned that the move had triggered the need for an imaginary friend. It wasn’t surprising; our old apartment was in a building with a few other kids, while our neighbours at the townhouse were all older. There were certainly kids in the area, but none would play in the adjacent yards. Instead, we had an elderly couple on one side, and a slightly younger widower on the other. Neither had grandchildren that came to visit, so the yards were empty.

So Ellie made up an imaginary friend. It wasn’t too strange, I just didn’t understand why on earth she had to go and make up a clown.

It went on for years.

I learned that the clown lived in her closet, that he was very nice, and that he would give her magical chocolate sometimes.

At one point she stopped talking about him, and I hoped it would be the end of it. I asked her about it.

“So you don’t play with the clown anymore?”

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Topics I just need to touch on from Lord of Shadows (MAJOR SPOILER ALERT)

Emma and Julian

- I’m really glad their friendship went back to normal after some time. The distance between them was unlike them at all and I hated it. I know it was necessary because they both had to process how things had changed between them, but that doesn’t mean I liked reading it.

- Okay so I think the curse is seriously coming into play here. Cassie never outwardly says that the curse is already occurring, but she drops multiple hints throughout the book. For one, all of a sudden, Emma and Julian can communicate telepathically. I don’t know but I’m pretty sure that’s not supposed to happen. Also, um, they caught a STONE building on fire?! Stone? All-powerful runes? Ring a bell?????

- During the church scene and many, many other scenes, there’s so much sexual tension between Emma and Julian. Literally. I think there’s more in LOS than LM because at this point they’ve had sex and seen that intimate side of each other. At this point, they both have privately acknowledged that they are in love with the other. I think that plays a huge role in their relationship and how it has evolved since Lady Midnight.

- That huge fight that they had when they were staying at Malcolm’s cottage literally broke me. I was on the verge of crying while reading that. I’m just glad that it didn’t take long for them to make up.

- Their conversation about the Shadowhunter family mottos BAHAHAHAHA

- This is their second sex scene and honestly I loved it so much. It was so perfect. I almost burst into tears crying when Emma admitted to Julian that she’d been lying about her relationship with Mark.

- Emma still hasn’t told Julian that she loves him and I keep wondering if this is an important detail that will be used in QoAaD. Am I the only one who noticed this?

Diana Wrayburn

- It’s not like I hated Diana in Lady Midnight, I just didn’t know her very well and didn’t see the depth of her character. Once I read her backstory, I grew to love her. She is such a strong person and honestly I just want to be her best friend.

- Diana and Gwyn? Um, can you say hella cute couple?

- Once Cassie told us that there would be a transgender character reveal in Lord of Shadows, I knew from the start that it would be Diana. In Lady Midnight, it talks about how she has lots of secrets and a dark past. We knew that she’d been through a lot, so it wasn’t a huge surprise for me, but still a monumental moment in the book nonetheless. 

- Summed up into four words, I can say “I love Diana Wrayburn!”

Kit Herondale

- From the moment we found out in Lady Midnight that Kit is the Lost Herondale, I knew that he would be an interesting character to read about. I was not disappointed.

- It’s truly heartwarming to watch Kit grow from a person who is denying himself as a Shadowhunter and the culture of the Shadowhunters to fully embracing it and finding a home with the Blackthorns. That scene where they’re fighting the Seven Riders and Ethna (or whatever her name is) is about to kill him and he’s all like “I’m Christopher Herondale.” I just loved that and I almost cried. 

- At this point, I still don’t really know where his relationship with Ty will lead. I know for sure it will be either a romantic relationship or a parabatai relationship, and I’m perfectly fine with whichever. For me, it’s hard to tell right now. Cassie has a habit of pulling large plot twists on us, and I don’t know what to think. All I do know is that I like Kit and Ty as friend or lovers. I think they compliment each other very well and are so cute. (The Sherlock and Watson comparisons?! Cute af!)

Julian Blackthorn

- I’m honestly so scared for Julian and I have two main theories for him. Neither of them are happy. He’s either going to literally go off the deep end and go full evil and be really bad or he’s not going to survive to the end of the series. Like I said, I don’t really like either option.

- Julian’s hidden ruthlessness is touched upon several times in LOS like in LM. This is NOT coincidental and Cassie is foreshadowing. His ruthless nature and his undying will to protect those he loves will play a major role in the plot of QoAaD, I’m sure.

- I don’t even want to think about how Livvy’s death will affect his family, but especially Julian. He’d devoted his life, time, and heart to protecting his family and doing whatever it takes to keep them alive and safe. He’s failed to do that. Because of Livvy’s death, he will blame himself and I feel like it will really push him over the edge. 

- There is this undeniable dark Julian that we all know exists. Few of us actually acknowledge that this is a part of Julian because we don’t want to imagine our baby Julian like that. Our baby Julian, who has been in love with Emma for god knows how long. Our baby Julian who ran an Institute when he was twelve, killed his own father, who became parabatai with Emma even when he knew he was in love with her because he didn’t want to lose her. Jules, Julian, who paints her in secret, who hides his feelings for her. He is an incredibly selfless person and I feel like that it could seriously be his downfall and weakness ironically.

- Basically, I think that tough times are in the forecast for Julian Blackthorn. :(

Five Main Character Deaths

- Jon Cartwright: I was really surprised about his death and didn’t see it coming. I was just a lil sad but overall it wasn’t that bad. I will miss him though. I hope Marisol will be okay.

- Arthur Blackthorn: I was also very surprised about this death. In Lady Midnight, Arthur is written as this insane, depressed, and sad individual. We don’t like him because he was supposed to run the Institute, not Julian. In the last few pages of his life, he was completely lucid and actively gave up his life to save the younger Blackthorns. I was very taken aback and thought it was very honorable. It instantly redeemed his character for me. I was sad to see him go.

- Malcolm Fade: I never really believed he was dead tbh. I actually laughed when he truly died. Literally, this dude spends 200+ years dedicating his life to bringing a girl back from the dead, and when he does she just kills him?!?! I died it was actually really funny. I realize how sick that sounds and I’m sorry but it was so funny.

- Robert Lightwood: Never did I think a character from another series would be killed off. I set myself up for sadness when I assumed that. I was very sad when Robert died; not only was he Emma and Julian’s only hope to fix things between them, but he was also just mending his relationship with his children and it broke my heart when Alec was calling for his dad. I can’t remember exactly, the last few pages of LOS were a blur of tears and emotions and words and I’m pretty sure I started crying when Alec was calling “Dad, please, dad.”

- Livvy Blackthorn: Oh my god. Oh my god. Livvy’s death caught me by complete surprise and it crushed me. Livvy had so much ahead of her. She’d found out that Julian had been the one that had taken care of all of the younger Blackthorns since the Dark War, and she’d wanted to be like him. She’d kissed Julian on the forehead. It was so cute and it warmed my heart. SHE NEVER GOT TO RUN AN INSTITUTE. All Livvy wanted was for her family to be together and when Helen and Mark finally came back and everyone was together, she died. She never got to see her family reunite, and I think that’s the saddest part. I truly will miss Livvy. And when the clock rang? Oh my god, I was a hot mess. There are dried tears on the last two pages of LOS. I cried myself to sleep that night when I finished it.

Side note on Livvy’s death: maybe this is a grieving me just searching for a way to bring Livvy back but there was a quote in either Lady Midnight or Lord of Shadows (I think its LOS) and one of the characters (I think a faerie or something) is like “Oh, how foolish of u to regard death as something so final.” Will this tie into Livvy’s death? WILL LIVVY COME BACK?

Characters I Literally Cannot Deal With

- Jaime Rosales (taking advantage of Dru like wtf)

- Annabel Blackthorn (she fucking killed Livvy and Robert ugh)

- Zara Dearborn (I don’t really need to explain this, do I?)

- The Cohort (see above)

Characters I Didn’t Pay Much Attention to Before but Now I Like Them

- Mark Blackthorn (sweet bby oml)

- Kieran (ur not as bad as I thought, pal)

- Diana Wrayburn (I explained above. Never hated her or anything, just didn’t know her)


- Dru Blackthorn (don’t make her babysit plz)

- Ty and Livvy (I have a twin and I wish he was like Ty lol)

Emma Carstairs 

- hot mess of angst and emotions throughout the book (as expected) 

- Julian Blackthorn Julian Blackthorn Julian Blackthorn Julian Blackthorn

- She slayed one of the Seven Riders like holy crap girl ur a legend

- She and Julian had sex again. Have I talked about this? Yes. It was amazing. I loved it. I enjoyed every second of it.

- I love how whenever someone does anything mean or says something bad about the Blackthorns, Emma freaking goes apeshit on them

- When Emma made Diego stand in the antpile…. OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS GIRL

- She’s so sassy and I love her sass. Did I mention I love her sass. 

Further comments


- will Emma and Julian seriously ever get rid of the parabatai bond

- how will Livvy’s death affect her family

- when will Mark, Cristina, and Kieran have their eventual threesome I need to know

- how the fuck is Bridget still alive


- what is happening to the warlocks oh my god don’t touch my Tessa and don’t touch my Magnus

- is Ragnor alive or nah

- what is the history of the Black Volume

- Clary better not die or I fucking s2g

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So Happy Together (Modern Lams)

A/N: I wasn’t gonna post this originally but a friend insisted that I did, so FINE. Here is my lame Lams fic. Blah. It’s like two months old so it’s bad but whatever lmao
Okay I guess it isn’t THAT bad but I still don’t like it. Of course I like nothing that I do, so…. oh yeah if I remember correctly it has a bit of swearing, and mentions of sex but nothing actually being done. Enjoy it if you can, somehow.


John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton had dated all through high school, and it had lasted into college too. It wasn’t a perfect relationship, of course. It had its ups and downs just like any other. But it was a beautiful love story.

In late May, Alex and John decided to get an apartment together. They were already incredibly close, so both if them figured it wouldn’t be that weird. Besides, it wasn’t like they were sleeping together. At least, not yet. Sure, they made out in the kitchen or got to unbuttoning each other’s shirts. But nothing TOO extreme.

They were barely moved in, but luckily, as a couple of college students, they didn’t have a lot. Just some clothes, a couch, a couple of beds, and some personal belongings: Alex had his laptop and tons of notebooks filled with essays and writings, John had books and a radio that he picked up at Goodwill.

“Alex,” John said, “maybe we should get some more stuff for our apartment.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know, a table? So we don’t have to eat off of boxes?”

“C'mere, John,” Alexander said, patting the spot next to him on the couch. When John sat down, Alexander put his arms around him and pulled him close. “We don’t need things when we have each other.”

John rolled his eyes. “That was so corny.”

“But true!” Then, Alex got a look in his eye, the one that John recognized as the ‘I have an idea’ look.

“Uh oh,” he said. “What is it now?”

“Nothing,” Alex said with a grin. “I was just thinking, you know what’s legal now?”

“What, weed?”

“You’re hilarious. Gay marriage, John, that’s what!”

“Oh.” John blushed. Alexander could see every freckle on his face. It was adorable. “So… what are you saying?”

Alex leaned back. “Oh, I’m not proposing. I was just giving you a friendly reminder that we COULD get married. If we wanted.”

He stood up. “I’m off to bed. Goodnight, John.” He kissed him. “I love you!”

“I-I love you too,” he mumbled, still red in the face. When he was sure that Alexander was asleep, he picked up his phone and called his friend, Hercules Mulligan. He answered in the third ring.

“You’d better be calling to tell me that you and Alex did it, because that’s the only thing I can think of that would justify you calling this late.”

“Herc,” John sighed, “Its only like 10 o'clock.”

“And I was asleep!” He protested. “If ya go to sleep early, it’s better for you!”

“Okay, fine. You can go to sleep as soon as I talk to you. It’s just…” he took a breath. “I think Alexander is thinking about marriage.”

Pause. And then, “Woah. For real?”

“Yeah. He was talking about it, and reminding me that eventually we could.”

“Ah man, that’s great! Congrats!”

“He didn’t exactly propose yet,” John said. “What do I do? What of he asks me to marry him, Herc? Or what if I was wrong, and he doesn’t?”

Hercules was quiet for a second. Then, he said, “I know that Alex loves you very much. Keep an eye out for any signs that something is coming. If he asked you, you’d say yes, right?”

“Of course…” John was glad that Hercules couldn’t see his blush. “I love him too.”

“Well, there ya have it. You’ll get married, and live happily ever after, having a lot of se-”

“Okay, okay! I’ll see you later, Herc.”

“See ya, lover boy.”

He hung up, and John was left to wonder what was going to happen next.

The next day, Alexander woke John up with a kiss on the cheek.

“Good mooorning!“ 

"Mmmm.” John smiled. “You’re up early. It’s the weekend, Alex. Relax, go back to sleep.”

“Can’t,” he replied. “I’m already wide awake. And how can I go to sleep when I’m thinking of you?”

“Mmm. Well, I’m going back to sleep.”

“Hey,” Alex said, sliding an arm around John’s shoulders, “I’ve got something important to ask you. I thought about this all night last night…”

John opened his eyes. “What is it?” Could this be happening?

“John Laurens, the man I love… would you….” he came in close and whispered in his ear. “Make breakfast for me today?”

John felt himself breathe. Then he laughed. “My God, Alexander, you’re the worst!” He sat up and stretched. “Yes, of course.” He kissed Alex on the nose, shook his head, and headed for the kitchen.

“Awww, I’m the worst? What makes you say so?” No response. “Ohhhh, you thought I was proposing! Not yet, my dear Laurens. But just you wait.”

John just smiled.

Later, around noon, Alexander was lying on the couch with his laptop, typing away. He had a look of extreme concentration, which meant that he was probably arguing with Thomas.

As he walked by, John ran his fingers through Alex’s hair, and he smiled.

“Don’t get too into whatever argument you’re having,” John said. “Maybe you should take a break with me.”

Alex sighed, and then closed his laptop, leaving Thomas without a response. “You’re right. Let’s watch a movie together.”

So John turned off the lights and Alex put in a movie. They ended up watching “Carrie." 

"Cuddle up with me if you get scared,” Alexander said, in a slightly teasing voice.

John wasn’t scared, but he cuddles with Alex anyways.

Then, about halfway through, Alex stood up suddenly… And got down on one knee.

“John Laurens,” he said.

“Alex, what are you-”

“My shoe is untied.” And he proceeded to tie his shoe, which was indeed untied.

John threw his hands in the air. “Alexander,” he moaned. “Why are you like this?”

“What? I can’t concentrate on the movie if my shoe is untied!” He pulled John into his lap. “I know what you thought I was doing. But not yet. Wait for it.”

“You sound like Burr,” John murmured. Alex just smiled.

Early evening, around 5 o'clock, Alex sighed loudly. “There is nothing to eat, and we need to get food. I’m heading to the store, wanna come with?”

John just shrugged. “Sure.”

They pulled into the parking lot of a convenient store. It had started to rain a little bit.

“So,” John said, “what do you want? We can get anything you want, your pick.”

Alex didn’t follow John. He stood there in the rain, smiling.


He got down on one knee.

“Alex, I swear, if you do this again…”

He took John’s hands and looked up at him.

“John Laurens.”

John laughed. “Yes, Alexander?”

“Marry me.”

The words couldn’t seem to come to John. He knew this would happen, from the way Alexander was talking about it, but it was still an indescribable feeling. Like something warm reached through him.

“You-you want me to marry you?”

“Yes, because I love you. More than anyone. I love you, and I want to be with you forever. And in case you say no, I have a list of arguments to make as to why you should-”



“Yes, Alexander, I will marry you. I love you so much.”

Alexander stood up and kissed John, right there, not caring who saw. There was no way to describe what they were both feeling.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds. But it was the best thing either one of them had ever experienced.

Be More Chill Zombie Jeremy AU, Down the Road


“Morning bro!” Michael said as he came into the den of the house they were staying at for the night to unchain his friend from the heater. “God, I could not sleep last night. I have the biggest crick in my neck. You know what would be nice? If we found a chiropractor to take care of this for me.”

“Err, ugh,” Jeremy’s rag muffled the annoyed noise he let out as he shuffled over and followed him or the door. Michael reached into his bag pulling out a health bar he stole from the house’s pantry earlier taking a bite before handing a small bit to Jeremy. He couldn’t really eat it, it just passed through his intestinal track and fell out of one of the holes in his chest cavity along the way but he liked the memory of being able to eat something. As Jeremy was chewing on the substitute food Michael checked to make sure everything was still tied properly. The rope around his neck…his gloves weren’t in danger of falling off…the rag would still work…


“I know you’re still hungry dude but I haven’t seen any survivors for at least two days now.” Fresh meat had been hard to come by lately. Less and less survivors crossed their path making the hunt for Jeremy’s food more difficult. And the hungrier Jeremy got the less…Jeremy he became. It was apparent with the more rough sounding grunts Jeremy was letting out there past few days. “Don’t worry I’m sure we’ll find someone soon.” Jeremy nodded his head as they walked down the street together, Jeremy’s rope in Michael’s right hand and a bat in the left. They walked for hours down the abandoned street with the occasional walker passing them, ignoring the living Michael since his scent was covered by Jeremy’s decay.

“Help!” The two stopped at the sound of somebody calling out, “Please, anybody!” Somebody was in trouble…

“Well Jeremy it looks like we found your lunch.”

Hidden Rooms

Summary: Every night you hear noises in your closet, every night you pay a visit.

The8 x Reader x Jun

Wonwoo [here], Dk [here], Hoshi/Woozi [here], Joshua/Mingyu [here], Seungkwan/Dino [here] Vernon [here]

Word Count: 4,281

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Just friends~Jungkook ● prologue ●

Heyyyyyy guys! So this is the very first series I’m trying out so just please forgive me if it’s crap :’) 

and omfg I just realised that this whole time I had been naming this an epilogue how did that happen? 😂 


-636 words 

prologue, part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10

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The alarm went off. 

“Fuck I hate Mondays.”

I shouldn’t have went out last night. Just the memories of it made my head throb. I took a shower hoping the horrible feeling would leave. It didn’t work, I still wanted to die. I got to work, and the first thing I saw was my horrid reflection in the window. My outfit was on point as always since a nice outfit was required by my job but my face was dreadful, even after putting make up on you could still see my eyebags and my pale skin. I literally looked like a dead person. Great start of the week. I arrived to my desk and sat down in front of my computer. While turning it on Jinyoung came in, when he saw me he went : “OH GOD! What happened to you? “

“Is it that awful?” 

“Well yes, I mean no, but yes it is really. Didn’t you sleep?” 

“I went out last night and I regretted it since the moment I woke up.”

“Well it was a stupid idea going out on a sunday anyway. Do you want a coffee?”

“Yes please anything that could save me from this dreadful hangover.

“Coming right back” he smiled. 

Jinyoung, and I had been working together for 4 months now. And it was going quite well, we worked for a company which organised events such as parties and festivals. Our job was to find ideas based on the information our boss gave us about the event and find a way to make the ideas a reality. Both of us were quite creative so it had been really fun working with him and we had become good friends. 

When he came back with the coffee, we went back to work. 

But I felt down and horrible for most of the day. The truth was, not long ago my best friend told me he was seeing someone.

He and I met at school and hadn’t left eachothers side since. We told everything to each other. He was often at my place, and I at his, we went out together and whenever I was with him I was happy.

I didn’t really understand why I felt that bad about all this. I should have been happy for him, but I see him less and less since he is always with his girlfriend. I mean, he is an idol. He’s famous and was always busy to start with so now with his girlfriend it was even worse. 

Since I learned about it I’ve kept going out to fill up time and occupy myself some other way than being with him since it wasn’t really an option anymore. 

I went clubbing again that night. I drank too much and made out with some random dude. When I came back I slompped on my bed and just looked at my ceiling. At that moment I recieved a text. It was from him. 

“Hey, how have you been? I haven’t seen you in a while I’m a bit worried.”

God I missed him.

Then it hit me. For so long now I had been by Jungkook’s side. I had been with him every day and shared so much with him. I took his white t-shirts and slept with them just because thy smelt like him. I missed him all the time. I lived only to see him smile and I got jealous when I saw him with Chloe. Chloe that perfect girlfriend. Maybe I had feelings for him? I asked myself. I tried shaking off that idea. I couldn’t fall in loe with my best friend, it wasn’t a good idea. But then again the more I thought about it the more it became obvious. 

Yes, I did love Jungkook but we were just friends.

Perfectly imperfect - pt 4

I rolled over lazily to see a figure laid beside me, my vision was sleeping and my head was sore. I adjusted and saw it was Sam. My initial thought was confusion but then memories from the night before came flooding back like an over following dam, the pizza, the movies, the wine… the kiss. I replayed the night in my head not too sure wether he was just drunk or honest, he assured me at the time he wasn’t but I couldn’t just assume everything out of his mouth was true after 6 glasses of wine. I heard movement so I decided to roll back over and pretend I was sleeping, as the movement came to an end I felt two arms pull me into an embrace, it was warm and inviting but before I could fall back asleep I heard a panicked whisper.

“Oh god what happened last night.” He whispered to himself before trying to slowing move his arms from my body. I smiled and rolled over being greeted by a shocked sam.

“Good morning sammy!” I chirped and his face washed over with a look of relief. He smiled and ruffled his hair.

“Thank god it’s you! So uh… what happened?” He laughed raising an eyebrow, I blushed. I thought over about telling him what had happened, he patiently waited for my reply, chuckling at the situation we were in. I chose to tell him the truth as I was tired of hiding my feelings.

“Well last night we had wine and you told me how you felt about me. I asked you if you were joking and you kissed me…” I trailed off looking down at the floor. Sam’s cheeks went bright red, he stayed silent probably regretting everything he said. I frowned at his silence, I was kinda hoping for a better reaction. He cleared his throat and put his finger under my chin to lift my head up causing me to stare directly into his eyes.

“I don’t know what I said but I probably meant it cause I do like you… I think. What did you say when I told you cause I can’t remember?” He was flinching like I was about to hit him, did he not realised I liked him? I smiled and his expression softened at the positive reaction. I stayed quiet, repaying the feeling he gave me earlier.

“I don’t think I really replied but… I kissed you back because I do really like you too. I just thought maybe you didn’t like me in that way. I thought I was a drunken mistake” I don’t know why the thought of that hurt me so much but as if he could feel me hurt, he pulled me close to his chest and kissed my forehead, stroking my hair in comfort. I smiled into his warm chest, he made me feel so fuzzy.

“You weren’t a drunken mistake.” He mumbled into my hair. We lay there for a while, talking and going over last night. We made plans for tonight to go on a date, see how things go; like a test run almost. I was talking about what outfit I should wear when his phone went off. A message from his mum appeared on his phone. He read it and frowned. He looked into my eyes and I gave him a soft smile. He repeated the text out loud to me.

“Hiya Sam. Could you come round for your tea at 7, Tom’s coming over so we thought we’d get the whole family together. See you later love :) xxxx”

I smiled and told him it was ok, he didn’t have to give up a family meal for me. He zoned out for a moment, thinking. I watched over him taking in every freckle, ever line. A stray eyelash had fallen onto his cheek I brushed away and he laughed.

“Come with me?” I knitted me eyebrows together in confusion before realising what he meant. He looked so hopeful whereas my face was white from fear. Meeting his family sounded terrifying. He held my hands in his hoping for an answer, so I took a breath and nodded my head. He smiled wide and kissed me, this was our second kiss and it was 100 times better than the first, now he was sober. Our small make out session soon lead to something else but I’m not gonna go into details.

It was almost 7, I threw on my ankle boots and my black scarf over a maroon coloured, woolly jumper and some black jeans. I wanted to look my best for Sam’s family cause after all first impressions count. He wondered into my room and hugged me from behind placing a small kiss onto my neck. He scanned me up and down then twirled me round.

“Gorgeous as usual ” he whispered into my ear. I smiled as heat grew in my cheeks causing me to almost look the same colour as my jumper. Sam had just bought clothes to wear from the shop over the road and he always looked good wether he tried or not. We both realised it was time to leave and headed out the door. The autumn weather had started to turn into winter, I frowned at the lack of bright leaves on the evergrowing trees. Sam slipped his hand into mine and squeezed, I looked towards him and saw he was holding a conker. I took it out of his hand and smiled as I threw it at a tree and watched it smash into a thousand pieces. Sam burst out laughing and I did a little bow for my perfect performance, there was nothing more satisfying than cracking a Conker. We arrived at the front door and sam walked straight in, he was greeted by his mum and a dog. After hugging him she was then aware of another presence, she gave Sam an eyebrow raise and introduced herself to me and of course the dog, Tessa. We walked through the house and Sam’s mum walked into the kitchen.

“Sam’s here and he’s brought a friend so everyone this is y/n. Y/n this is dom, Sam’s dad. That’s paddy, Harry and Tom” I smiled and waved at each one, the boys giggled under there breath and nudged eachother. Tom smiled and pulled out a seat next to him to sit in. Sam sat on the other side and engaged in conversation with his dad, Dom. I sat playing with the ring on my finger, to say I was panicking was an under statement. I felt a hand on my leg and looked down but surprised as it wasn’t Sam’s. I worriedly look over to see Tom. He muttered a concerned
“Are you ok?” And I smiled with a small nod.

“You know we aren’t gonna Bite, a friend of Sam’s is always welcome here.” He whispered, This made me feel a lot better. He seemed like a nice boy and the rest of the family seemed very welcoming too.

“Thank you, I know just first impressions count and all that” I rolled my eyes and tom attempted not to laugh. He nodded his head and smiled. He removed his hand and sat up straight, helping paddy with a game on his phone. Sam’s hand rested on mine and he Gave a light squeez whilst continuing to talk to his father. Sam’s mum walked through with plates and started serving everyone at the table, once everyone got we started eating and it was delicious. A chorus of compliments sang to the chef herself and she thanked everyone for their kinds words. While eating dinner she looked over to me and smiled.

“Is it ok y/n?” She just wanted me to feel welcome and join in on conversation. I swallowed the remaining food in my mouth and nodded lightly while wiping my mouth on some paper towels.

“It’s amazing, you really know how to cook” I looked around to see everyone “mmm” in agreement. She looked over to sam, placed a hand on his and nodded then mouthed a thank you to me. Sam immediately put his arm round me in a proud manner, the boys whispered on the otherside. Once finished I picked up some plates and brought them through to the kitchen for sam’s mum. She was delighted to see my help and thanked me for the second time night. We discussed what was going on with me and sam while washing dishes, obviously leaving out the wine part. Once finished she wiped her hands and proceeded to put them away.

“It’s nice to have a girl helping around the house” she winked, my heart aw’d at this comment as I didn’t have the best relationship with my mother. I picked up some plates and began to stack them.

“Well I’m here when you need me” I walked out the kitchen and into the sitting room to see paddy playing with lego. I sat down and we both thought it would be cool to build a rocket. He was ecstatic while building, I got right into it helping him stack the blocks real high. A voice coughed which scared me half to death. Tom stood in the door way chuckling at my reaction. I rolled my eyes and continued building the rocket with paddy. Tom joined in and soon enough it was complete. Paddy jumped around in excitement and I threw my hands up. Tom shook his head at the 2 children before his eyes.

“Seems like you’ve made a good impression on mum and paddy” he pointed out. I couldn’t be more relieved to hear him say that. I nodded my head and raised my hand to high five paddy.

“Well you know what they say, first impressions count” I mocked myself using air quotes with my fingers. Tom rolled his eyes and I hit his shoulder. Sam came in and informed me it was time to leave. I grabbed my coat scarf and hugged everyone goodbye.

“Comeback soon” Sam’s mum shouted from the door, I stuck my thumb up and gave one last wave. As sam walked me home I told him about helping his mum and befriending paddy. He listened and did an occasional smile. He walked me to my flat and we went out separate ways.

What a day…


Keep You Safe (Part 3)

Characters: Alpha! Sam, Alpha Dean, Beta! Cas, Omega! Reader

A/N. This is an A/B/O fic. Standard A/B/O warnings apply.  I am using Kittenofdoomage’s A/B/O Universe rules. This is my first attempt at telling a story in the first person so bear with me.

There is smut coming, I swear! I’m building up to it!

“I’m sure you have questions about what happened back there.” Sam said to me.

Not as many as you would think. I thought to myself. “Can we go back to your place and talk?  I asked.

“Sure, we can do that.” Dean replied.

I didn’t say much on the drive back.  I was still trying to decide if I could trust these guys.  Not trusting people had kept me alive so far, so I wasn’t in a big hurry to give that up. When we got back to the motel, I sat down on one of the beds, and Dean handed me a beer. I took a long pull. “Thanks.” I said gratefully.

Dean stared at me. “I gotta say, your taking this all pretty calmly.”

I looked him square in the face. “I know that guy you knifed was a demon.  So was the douchebag who hurt me at the bar. You probably knifed him too.  That’s why I was bloody.”

Sam and Dean wore identical expressions of surprise. “What are you?” Sam finally asked.

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Just One Step. Part 3

Hey everyone! It took me some time but here you have part 3. 

Hope you like it! Feedback is really appreciated.

You can read here part 1 and part 2.

It had been one day since we were in the middle of nowhere and things weren’t going as bad as I thought they would.  

I was getting ready for today, we were going on a hike to discover the place we were staying in for the week. I was nearly ready when my best friend came in screaming at me because, again, I was late.

“I’m going. Calm down. God. I just woke up don’t scream at me.”  I said as I went outside to meet with the rest.

“Hey there!” Brian greeted me “Is everyone ready now?” He asked and everyone  answered with a cheerful ‘yes’ while I just answered under my breath because I wasn’t ready to leave the peaceful sleep I was in half an hour ago.

We started walking to God knows where and I started yawning.

“I guess someone couldn’t sleep last night.” A voice said close to me. His voice. “Were you up until late thinking about me, hun?”

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Revenge, Interrupted (Part 20)

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Stefan woke up to find Caroline’s back to him and his arm around her waist. Again.

As always, her hair smelled like the flowers at the estate. The scent filled him with a strange feeling of peace. Like the world had come to a standstill and it didn’t even matter as long as he had her in his arms. 

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Catching Feelings Pt. 1

Request Prompt: Reader is Carl’s girlfriend and out of drunkness, she has sex with Enid and Enid catches feelings. -Anon

Pairing: Enid x Reader

Warning: Smut

A/N- I’ve never written girlxgirl smut before so I hope this is acceptable.

Part 2


My mind was straight. The alcohol was taking over as my lips found Enid’s in one swift motion. She froze as I pulled her closer but she never pushed away. After a while she melted into the kiss and we stumbled into the bedroom. I pushed the door closed and locked it before she fell back onto the bed. My lips moved to her neck and she let out a soft moan. Her fingers tangled in my hair as I rubbed my clothed wetness on her knee. I sat up to slid my shirts off and she did the same before tossing the tops on the floor. I sat back and smirked as she pulled down her pants leaving her in her panties and bra. I left small kissed on her neck before moving down slowly to her heat.

“Y/N.”, she moaned as I kissed around her naval.

I kissed the hem of her underwear before sliding them down her legs.

Enid POV

I gasped as Y/N ran a finger up and down my wet folds. I bit my lip as I pushed the guilt to the back of my head. This isn’t right. I mean she’s Carl’s girlfriend!! And last time I checked I’m with Ron. All my thoughts disappeared as she slipped a finger inside me.

“Y/N.”, I moaned out as she added another finger.

I looked down at her as she looked at me with a smirk. She lowered her face and her lips enclosed around my clit. I moaned out tangling my fingers in her hair as she fingered me. My cheat rose and fell as I tried keeping my breathing steady. She suddenly pulled away before standing up slipping her own pants and panties down. She crawled on top of me settling in between my legs before grinding against me. I threw my head back as she rubbed against me letting out moans of her own. I gripped her thighs pulling her closer as she clenched her eyes shut. She was close and so was I. I moved my hips bringing me to my climax crying out in pleasure. She came right after me before collapsing next to me. She wrapped her arm around me and I rested my head on her chest as we fell asleep in that position.


I rubbed my hair out of my face as the sunlight beamed through the curtains. I opened my eyes slightly to see a brown hair. I frowned as I sat up to see a naked Enid lying next to me. Last nights event came rushing back to me in an instant. The alcohol. The party. Sex with Enid.

“Oh my god.”, I mumbled before getting dressed.

After fixing my hair I quickly left the room leaving Enid to sleep. I walked down the street to Rick’s house to see Carl and Ron standing outside talking. He looked up to see me before rushing Ron away.

“Hey.”, he greeted.

“Hi.”, I replied.

“You disappeared last night.”, he said.

“Yeah. I crashed at Enid’s place last night. Total wipe out.”, I said and he laughed.

He looked a little down before masking it with a fake smile.

“I had fun last night.”, he quickly stated.

“Yeah.”, I sighed running a hand through my hair.

I frowned as Enid walked towards us with a smile.

“Hey guys.”, she waved and we waved back.

“Last night was some party huh?”, she smiled and we nodded.

“Yeah. Specially when you can’t remember any of it.”, Carl replied.

“Yep. I’m sorry about last night Y/N.”, she frowned and I sighed.

“Its okay.”, I said getting scared.

“I should’ve finished your hair before we crashed.”, she lied saving our butts.

“Another time maybe.”, I laughed.

I looked down as Ron wrapped his arms around her before kissing her cheek. I hate lying to Carl but I don’t want to hurt him. Later that day I walked down the street to find Enid sitting on her steps. I quietly sat next to her causing her to look over at me.

“Just coming to check up on you.”. I stated.

“I’m okay. Just thinking about last nights events.”, she smiled and I nodded.

“Thanks for earlier. You really saved our skins.”, I said frowning.

“Its fine. You don’t look happy that I did.”, she stated.

“Guilt. Its eating me alive here.”, I sighed and she nodded.

“I know. Same here.”, she said and I looked over at her.

I never noticed how pretty she was. Stop it Y/N. You’re with Carl. She sighed and stood up before looking at me.

“You’re cute when you get flustered.”, she commented.

“Enid.”, I started.

“I know you’re with Carl. Its just after last night I just can’t stop thinking about it.”, she told me.

“You do realize this could never work right? We can’t be together.”, I stated and she frowned.

“I know.”, she sighed.

We sat in silence for a while before she stood up.

“Well I’m gonna go hang with Ron and Mickey for a while. Thanks for coming to check on me.”, she smiled and I nodded.

“Anytime.”, I said walking away.

I couldn’t help looking back at her as she pushed her hair behind her ear with a frown.

Negan’s Candy Cane

Paring – Negan / Ruby (O/C)

AUTHOR: @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers

Summary – Ruby is new to the Sanctuary but she already caught Negan attention but she keeps turning him down after what seem to be the 100th time she gets annoyed and says she be his if he can gets her old favourite treat Candy Canes.

She shouldn’t have underestimated Negan’s Determination and enjoyment of a challenge!  

Warning – lot of cussing, innuendos and a little sexual content.

“Before you ask the answer will still be no.”

I didn’t have to look up from the stack of books I was sorting out in the Sanctuary’s new library to know who was standing there, watching me, and what he was about to ask. It woud no doubt be the same bloody question he has asked me nonstop since the moment I walked through the front gate two months ago.

“How the fuck did you A) fucking know it was me standing here? You didn’t even look up from that fucking book! And B) do you fucking read minds now Red cause that’s the only explanation for you to know why I came here.”

I can’t help but crack a smile at his little nickname for me. He explained to me a few weeks ago it was because, one, my name is Ruby and two, my hair was bright red. He thought it’d be funny to call me Red.

Still not looking up from the books, I answer him, “No Negan, as you so lovely put it, I can’t read fucking minds. it’s just  that you have asked the same question every day for the last two months and today I thought it might be easier for the both of us to just answer the question before the words left your mouth.“ After realizing how harsh I sounded, I quickly added "to save you the trouble” so maybe it wouldn’t sound so bitchy.

I finally looked up to see if I had offended him ,but he was sporting his usual grin and even had a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Well aren’t we fucking considerate, but believe me ,Red, when I say it isn’t any trouble.”  He moves closer, swinging Lucille a little before kneeling down in front of me so as to make sure we were on the same level.

Stroking his salt and pepper beard, he went on to say, “what would it fucking take for you to finally agree to be mine cause let be honest for fucking once; I know you want me the same way I want you”

I just sigh and close my eye for a moment. He wasn’t wrong; I did find him extremely attractive. Who wouldn’t? It wasn’t just his bloody perfect face or his light brown eyes that sparkle oh so brilliantly when he smiles. It was his confidence and charisma I found most attractive. The way he demands his people’s respect by just a look.  But he was married to five other women and sleeping with god knows how many more! I can’t understand why he keeps bothering me.

Luckily, I came up with a solution last night that should give me a break from his badgering for a little while. Looking at him again, I smile and go “Ok. You broke me, Negan. There’s no denying I do find you attractive, but as you already know, I’m not that easy to get.” He nods in agreement. “So I’ve come up with a challenge for you.”

Negan raises an eyebrow before asking “What sort of fucking challenge?” I couldn’t help but smile at his suspiciousness.

“What? Is the great Negan scared of a little work?” His eyes darken as his hand tightens around Lucille at my comment. I knew I was playing with fire, but it was too late to back out now .

“Careful Red. Don’t push my fucking patience with your attitude and smart remarks. I might like you, but don’t forget who’s in charge.” I just nod; he smiles again and carries on. “So what does your fucking challenge entail?” I smile back at him.

“If you can find my favourite candy on one of your supply runs, I will be yours and only yours for the rest of my life.” His smile grew wider like a kid on Christmas.

“So what’s your favourite fucking candy?“

 I smile back at him. “They’re called Foster’s Candy Canes.” This was a lie, of course. Not that candy canes were my favourite treat growing up;  they were the only part of Christmas I could tolerate. The lie was in the brand name, a total fake by the way, but hopefully Negan didn’t know that.

Lost in my thought, I hadn’t realized Negan had moved closer so our faces were mere inches apart. Against my better judgement, I look down to his lips then back up to his eyes, which made my breath get caught in my throat. His smile grew wider. “So let me get this fucking straight: I find these fucking candy canes and you will finally  fucking be mine and only mine”?

Not trusting my voice, I just nodded. He moved closer, brushing past my cheek and breathing into my ear “game on.” With that, he got up, swinging Lucille over his shoulder and walked out whistling without as much as a goodbye.

After what tseemed like an eternity, my heart finally went back to a normal pace. Looking at the door Negan had just left from, I whispered back “game on.”

Two Weeks later

My friend Lauren came rushing into my room with a very worried look on her face. “You’re in so much fucking trouble. And a little warning that you have a fucking death wish next time, please. Thanks.”

“I swear Lauren, I don’t know who has a worse mouth, you or our fearless leader,” I said looking up from my book over to her.

“This isn’t a joke Ruby! Foster’s Candy Canes? Really?!”

That got my attnetion. Oh my god! I forgot she went out on the runs with Negan and the other men. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and look back up at her. She saw the panic in my eyes and couldn’t help but smile at me.

“How the hell do you know about the candy canes?” She rolled her eyes at me.

“Seriously, Rub? You were my best friend way before all this shit started, but next time you want to fuck around with the boss and give him an impossible challenge, a little warning would be nice! I was caught off guard, and you know there’s no lying to Negan! Not unless you want to meet Lucille…”

Before I could answer someone else answered for me. “She has a point, Red. it was a stupid fucking idea from such a smart girl.”

We both looked over to see Negan leaning against my door and if looks could kill, I would be dead right now.

“Loz, can you be a doll and give me and your friend a minute please?”

“Yeah, sure,” she turns to woriedly look at me, but I just nod and give her a small smile to let her know it was ok. After she left, Negan was quiet which scared me. This man loved the sound of his own voice, so the silent treatment was not a good way to start.

I stood up feeling a little awkward just sitting there. “Just say what you have to Negan cause I’m not feeling the silent treatment.”

“I want a fucking rematch.”

Well that caught me by surprise; he looked at me with a pout on his face. “You heard me Red. I want a fucking rematch. You cheated, so I demand a rematch.”

I couldn’t help but smile at how he sounded like a child. “Ok I give you a rematch but first: Why me? Seriously, why?  You can have any woman in this place; hell, you have five wives already, so why do you keep coming and asking me when you already know what the answer going to be?”

Negan just looked at me confused. “Really? You don’t already fucking know, Red? You’re fun; I could never get fucking bored with you like all the other women in this place. You’re one feisty fucking amazing women that I want to know more about.” He comes closer to me so we are once again face to face. “So round two?”

I looked into his eye and knew he wasn’t lying to me. I would be kidding myself if I said I didn’t enjoy our games. “Ok, round two. And I promise these are an actual brand: Spangler Candy Canes.”

He raised his eyebrow at me, “you do know I’m going to ask Loz if these are actually a brand right?”

I scoffed and smiled, “I know and she will tell you I’m telling the truth.”

He smiled, leaned in close and whispered against my lips “Game on.” I look at his lip, then up to his face.

“Game on,” and with that Negan walked out of the door.

One week later

It must have easily been six in the morning when Negan came storming into my room slamming my door open and closed, waking me up in the process. “What the hell?!” I said half asleep.

“I won,” he said which was followed by him throwing something onto my bed. I had to rub my eyes to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming.

“How?” I asked holding the pack of candy canes in my hand, not really listen to Negan going on about all the trouble he went through to get these fucking things and I better be ready to pay up. At that, I threw the box down, then myself at him and kissed him. One to shut him up and two, well a deal is a deal, and I always keep my end of deals.

After the shock wore off, Negan pushed back into the kiss battling for dominance which I gladly give him. After five minutes, I ended up back on my bed with Negan on top of me, his hands working their way up my sides under my top. His lips made their way across my chin and down to my neck, sucking gently on my pulse.

“Negan,” I moaned. I could feel his smile.

“That’s something I fucking love hearing and coming from that  pretty fucking mouth of yours, it’s making me even harder,” he said, pushing his growing bulge into my thigh causing me to moan louder.

But because we can’t seem to catch a break, of course a voice on Negan’s radio would say, “Boss we need you down here; we’ve got a problem that needs your attention.”

“Are you fucking kidding me!” Negan exclaimed as he rolled over to lay next to me, trying to calm himself down. I actually fear for this man’s life for getting in the way of Negan getting what he wants, but I was also hoping he gets his ass kicked.

Breathing heavily, sitting up, and grabbing a candy cane out of the box, I tell him “You should go. It might be important.  We can continue this later.”

He groaned loudly and rolled off the bed, fixing himself and went to walk out the door.

“Negan?” he turns to look at me.  I couldn’t help but smile a little at the lust in his eyes when he saw me sucking on the candy cane, pushing it in and out my mouth, swirling it around with my tongue. “You said last week you wanted to get to know me better.” He just nodded. I noticed his knuckles where starting to go white from his firm grasp on my door handle. “Well here’s a fact no one knows. I don’t have a gag reflex.”

Negan bangs his head against my door “Fuckin hell, Red! What the hell are you trying to do to me?”

I just laughed; this was way too much fun. “How about another challenge? You go fix what needs to be fixed and make it back here in 10, no, 20 minutes and I’ll show you.”

Negan smiled, grabbed me off the bed and kissed me hard. “20 minutes.” I smiled against his lip’s “20 minutes”

“Game on” He let go at me and bolted out the door.

I threw myself back onto the bed smiling. Well this should be fun. “Game on” I giggled putting the candy cane back into my mouth.

neighborhood au prompts
  • I think it’s cute that you’re helping your little sister learn how to ride a bike but she just ran into my already damaged ankle and i’m angry
  • Hey pst guy across the street. My parents took my car and i NEED a ride to the party of the century. Please help me out and save a life
  • My boyfriend came over last night and my parents saw and can you PLEASE tell them it’s actually you? I promise i’ll do anything you want
  • i know you think that because you and your little band play in the basement, people wont hear you, but honey the walls are paper thin. Shut up before i call the cops
  • i’m drunk and locked out please please PLEASE let me sleep in your house
  • your mom told my mom you’re good in math so please, for the love of god, help me because i have an exam in a week
  • What do you mean there’s a barrio fiesta? We have to, wait, we have to dance? With people?
  • Hey, not to be creepy, but i heard begin again playing from your window last night and i just wanted to say congrats on having such good music taste
  • we’re going biking this weekend and, funny thing, i don’t know how to ride a bike haha. Teach me and i’ll pay you
  • who the fuck actually sleeps on the roof??? no one’s gonna magically appear and lay down with you while you talk about all the faults in the stars goodbye
  • DONT JUMP OFF THE WINDOW GET DOWN oh wait you’re just trying to get the ball off the rain gutter
Your Bed Was Soft

Originally posted by abbraccicomemedicine

Summary:(Y/N) is Scott’s cousin and best friend of a certain spazz. What will happen when she falls asleep researching?

Setting:Season 3a,Episode 2


Pairing:Stiles x Reader

Fandom:Teen Wolf

“Call him,again!”,suggested Lydia to Allison,referring that she wanted her to call my cousin,Scott,again. “I heard Scott talking about Stiles taking him to some party ”,I piped up from the back seat. Both of the girls turned in their front seats and faced me. “Where?”,they both exclaimed and I told them the directions to the party. Once we got to the party, Allison and Lydia pulled Scott aside and told me to go get Stiles. Scott told me he was in the basement.

I was carefully walking down the wooden creaky stairs. “Heather?”,called out Stiles,mistaking me for another girl. “Nope! Just (Y/N)!”,I said as I faced him. He looked sad and a little disappointed with my entrance. “Oh! I thought you were someone else”,said Stiles. “And who is Heather?”,I questioned sternly. Why was I mad? Was I jealous? No,I can’t be. I should be not jealous. Did I seem jealous? “She was my…..we were gonna…..”,Stiles tried to explain. And then I saw the XXL condom in his hand. Ohhhhh. Sex. They were going to have sex. “Allison and Lydia found something! They’re outside.”,I stated,trying to break the (oh-so) awkward tension.

The Next Day………

“What are the two basic principles of the stock market?”,asked Coach,his boomed throughout the Econ classroom. Scott raises his hand. “Yes,McCall,you can go to the bathroom.”,Coach excused Scott. “Actually,Coach,I have the answer. It’s risk and reward.”,said Scott. “Who are you and what have you done with McCall?”,exclaimed Coach and then he stated,“Don’t answer that I like you better! Does anybody have a quarter?”. Stiles fidgeted through his pocket and then pulled out something was not a quarter. A condom landed on the floor. Stiles sat dumbfounded. He was totally shocked.


Wow,Stiles! Great move on your part! Really! I applaud you! God,why am I so jealous? I should be happy for him! My best friend was going to have sex. Finally! I’m not jealous! I’m zealous! I am overjoyed with the fact that my best friend of 14 years was given the opportunity to have sex. Am I?

Coach picked up the condom on the floor and handed it back to Stiles. “Congratulations”,said Coach softly. Scott looked at Stiles with a surprised expression.

(Stiles POV)

After the most embarrassing class of my life, I quickly caught up with (Y/N) in the hallway. “(Y/N)! Hey! Wait up!”,I exclaimed,running after her. She finally stopped and faced me. She had the most beautiful (Y/E/C) color eyes. And glistening (Y/H/C) hair. I sometimes found myself staring at her beauty. “Stiles!”,(Y/N) exclaimed slightly aggravated. “Oh! Yeah! Sorry! Ummmm….. Do you wanna maybe research with me after school?”,I said nervously. “Sure…. I’ll by your house after school”,stated (Y/N).

The Next Morning…….


“Stiles!”,I heard a voice boom in my ears. I was barely awake. I realized that an arm was wrapped around my waist and another arm was interlocked with my fingers.All of a sudden Sheriff Stilinski came crashing through the door. That was enough to wake me and the person who was basically cuddling me up. We jumped off of each other and looked at one another. Stiles. Oh my god! The person who was sleeping with was Stiles. Well,this is fan-freaking-tastic! Just when I’m trying to convince myself that I don’t like Stiles, there we are sleeping and cuddling in the same bed. His bed hair was covering some of his face,but he was still beautiful. His mouth was agape and his eyes wide. He,along with me,realized that we had slept in the same bed while we fell asleep researching last night. I quickly said my goodbyes to Stiles and the Sheriff and walked my way to school.

At School……

“And then my dad came in and woke both of us up”,continued Stiles,droning on about his very eventful morning to Scott. “So you guys…….”,said Scott,hinting that (Y/N) and Stiles had sex. “No! We didn’t! We just fell asleep in each other’s arms. I mean it was really a beautiful thing if you think about it! I mean my arm was around her waist and my face was in her hair and…”,Stiles droned on before Scott cut him off, “Okay! OK! I get it! Do I need to remind you that this is my cousin?”. “I know,dude. I just been freaking out all day!”,said Stiles. Meanwhile, (Y/N) is telling the same exact thing to her best friends,Allison and Lydia. “Awwwww”,Allison and Lydia say when (Y/N) tells them it was one of the best things to wake up to. “I know,right. It’s so romantic! But I don’t know what to do! I mean he’s been avoiding me all day.”,(Y/N) stated worriedly.

At Derek’s Loft….


The plan is in action. Scott and Derek are going to Beacon Hills National Bank where we think Boyd and Ericaare being held. Nervously,I sat on the table in the center of the room. Then suddenly, Stiles right next to me. I jumped at his movement. “Oh sorry!”,said Stiles. “It’s okay! You just caught me off guard.”,I explained. “I can move!”,suggested Stiles. “It’s fine,really!”,I said. “Oh my god! What heck is going on with you two?”,piped up Peter annoyed. “Nothing!”,Stiles and I exclaimed at the same time. “Really?”,said Peter,gesturing his head to Stiles and mine interlocked fingers. I retracted my hand from Stiles. Even though, I didn’t want to so badly.

Then I thought to myself. You know,what he can just ignore me because of what happened! So I did something completely out of the ordinary. “Your bed was soft!”,I blurted out with pride. “What?”,said Stiles,clearly confused. “Your bed….from this morning…was really soft”,I said unsurely. “Thanks….well….your hair smells really nice”,said Stiles. “Thanks….we should do that more often…”,I said confidently “Fall asleep in each other’s arms?”,Stiles questioned. “Yeah. It was so …”,I said before Stiles cut me off, “Romantic”. I was going to say ‘nice’,but…… “Yeah,romantic!”,I said. As I was slowly walking towards him,Stiles took my face in his hand and kissed my lips.

Heraclitus: “those who are dreaming are co-producers of the world”

When I was younger and a baby in philosophy, one night I read Plato’s Symposium, his great dialogue on his philosophy of desire, and later when I went to sleep I had a gay orgy in a dream. I always took that as proof of the profundity of my reading.

Last night, Halloween night, in my dream I came into contact with a being, in the form of a beautiful woman, who professed to be the source of all love. She told me she would reveal the roots of science. Later that morning, while reading of the incident in which Plotinus had his guardian spirit summoned only to discover it was a god, I thought of how much my critique of Plato’s erotic philosophy, based upon Whitehead’s thought, leads to a view that is very much the same as David Graeber’s anthropological value theory in terms of how it sees a process of creative desire that does necessitate participation in forms to allow a definiteness to be shared with others and thus recognized as valuable, but thus shows that it’s not the forms themselves but activity of creating through social relations that’s the source of value. In a way I’d always thought this was a significant connection to make, but I’d never confidently seen how well they go together until today.

Outlast - V X Reader

anonymous asked:

Can i get a fluffy taehyung scenario where his gf is a huge video gamer and makes him play outlast with her? Thanks~!!

A/N: Sorry for the super late reply! I know you asked for two and that I only did one of them since we had so many, but here’s your second one, so I hope you enjoy!
P.S. It’s really hard to write a scenario just based on him playing a video game xD

Genre: Floof

Word Count: 1017

“Going that way is dangerous Tae! Go the other way!” You said as you watched his character turn around on the screen, “OH MY GOD HE’S RIGHT BEHIND YOU RUN! RUNNNN!!!” You yelled, practically jumping off the chair. Taehyung tried his best to run, only to get stuck on one of the doors that didn’t open.
“Fuck!” He said as he watched the blood take over the screen, his character dying. He threw the remote across the couch, “Y/N, I think it’s time we go to bed… we’ve been on this checkpoint for hours” he sighed, ruffling his hair up and dragging his hands along his face.
“No. You have been on this checkpoint for hours. I already finished the game. I’m just trying to help you” You said matter-of-factly.

“Whatever. Can we just go sleep? We can try again tomorrow. It’s almost midnight” He said as he rubbed his eyes and checked the time to make sure he was right.
After a few minutes, you sighed and finally agreed as you turned off the console and the tv. You brushed past Taehyung as you walked to the bathroom, “I could have finished it in ten minutes”. He just rolled his eyes and shook his head while getting off the couch to walk to your shared bedroom.

Despite Taehyung being an idol who had a busy life, he was still human. He liked anime, video games, playing sports with friends. You know, all the “Normal” things people like. He still gave you the attention you deserved and would always let you know weeks in advance about his schedule so that you didn’t have to worry about him if he didn’t come home one night. In fact. You were quite close friends with all the members. And in one point in your life, at least all of them have stayed in your house at least once to just have an escape from the crowded dorm. Which you didn’t mind at all since you had a guest room that wasn’t being occupied.

You walked out of the bathroom, all dressed and washed up. You joined Taehyung in bed, noticing that his foot was on your side, which meant he was already fast asleep. You moved his leg out of the way as you tucked yourself in.


The next morning, Taehyung noticed that you were gone, your warm presence no longer on the bed. Then he heard the sounds coming from outside. And boy did he know those sounds well.
He swung his legs across the bed, sitting up. He opened and closed his mouth, tasting the morning breath on his tongue. He yawned as he walked over to the door, opening it to see you sitting down in front of the tv playing none other than outlast.
“Y/N” he groaned, “Why are you up so early?” he asked as he walked towards you on the couch, plopping himself beside you and resting his head on your shoulder.
“I’m sorry tae, but this checkpoint was just bothering me so much last night that I couldn’t sleep…” you said, your eyes not leaving the sceen.
“Don’t tell me…” He said as he lifted his head off your shoulder to look at your face. You just gave him an apologetic smile, “Oh my god… you seriously stayed up all night? No. You’re done for today. Go sleep!” Taehyung said as he took the remote out of your hands, making sure to press pause. You pouted and whined but he didn’t budge. Sure you were tired, but the adrenaline that came from playing the game drove you to keep going.

“Go!” He said as he helped you up and pushed you towards your room, “I’ll finish this”
“Are you sure-” you start
“Y/N. Please”
You sighed as you turned towards your bed and flopped onto it, gathering the pillows and soft blankets in your arms.

Taehyung walked back onto the couch, still shaking his head, He couldn’t possibly believe that you were up all night. He was sure that you were in his arms all night.
Nonetheless, he started the game, making sure to turn down the volume so you could sleep in peace. And as soon as he turned around on the screen.


His character got killed, scaring him half to death, His heart was racing now as he pressed retry.

A few hours later, you walked out of that room to find Taehyung fast asleep on the couch. The TV was off, and the room was silent except for his subtle snores. You quickly grabbed a blanket and draped it over him. But before you could leave, he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him with a huge amount of strength you didn’t know he had. You found yourself in a tangle as one of your legs was on the floor while the other was in between his own. Your head was matched up to his chest and he pulled you once more -with both hands now-  and properly adjusted you so you would be more comfortable as his arms wrapped around you in a warm embrace. He sighed into your ear, nuzzling his face into your cozy neck.

“I Finished it” He mumbled softly
“What? Finished what?” You asked as you let yourself relax into his arms
“The game” he said as he turned to face you, “I finished the game”
“Really? That’s great! Now we can save up money to get Outlast two!” You squealed. Taehyung laughed, “Okay, but how about you actually focus on sleeping now, your health worries me you know” he said as he kissed your nose.
“Yeah yeah okay, I’ll try my best”

Wtf is that shitty ass ending xD
Sorry about that xD

anonymous asked:


Lol okay, okay, I’ll write you some Scorbus. Calm down! Take a deep breath.

Scorpius was just finishing cleaning the dishes (well dish) from dinner when he heard a knock on his door. He didn’t really have that many visitors, especially not without getting a call first or at least a text. But his phone had been in his pocket and hadn’t gone off once.

He went over to the door and looked through the peep hole. The gorgeous guy from 12B was leaning with his hand against the door, the other one rapping against it. “Hello!” he called out cheerfully.
He was most certainly drunk.

Scorpius sighed and opened the door with his most congenial smile. “Can I help you?” 

“Hey 10C!” the guy said, raising up his beer bottle in a sort of greeting salute. “We haven’t met properly. I’m Albus.”

“Scorpius,” he said tentatively. giving a small smile. “Was that all you wanted?” 

“No!” Albus said quickly. “Nope, see, it’s my birthday.”

“Oh, happy birthday,” Scorpius said, wondering just what the hell his neighbor was doing at his door on his birthday.

“Thank you,” Albus said brightly. “I was wondering if you wanted to come to my party.”

“Well, I’m not exactly dressed for a party,” Scorpius said, looking down at his t-shirt and sweats. “I’m about ready to turn in for the night.”

“Oh come on,” Albus pleaded, reaching out and grabbing Scorpius’ arm. “It’s my twenty-fifth birthday. That’s a quarter of a century! You should celebrate with me! It’s great and you’re going to love everyone and please? You’re so cute and I’m really gay.”

Scorpius sighed and was about to give in when Albus fell forward and promptly passed out in Scorpius’ arms, the beer bottle he’d been holding crashing loudly to the ground. Scorpius was dumbstruck on what to do. He could always carry Albus to the lift and get him back to his flat. But that seemed like a lot of effort. Also, what if they couldn’t hear him knocking over the noise of the party? What would he do then? He’d have to drag Albus all the way back down to his flat.

It was easier just to carrying him inside and deposit him on the sofa. Hopefully no one at the party would be missing Albus too much. Scorpius would hate for them to worry. He carefully went through Albus’ pockets and found his phone. He was relieved that there was no lock screen or he would have been screwed. He found the last person Albus had texted, someone named Rose, and explained as vaguely as he could that Albus was sleeping over at a friend’s house. It sounded like a little kid explaining why he was out late to his parents, but Scorpius couldn’t figure out any other way to word it.

He got Albus a blanket and covered him in it to keep him warm. He then carefully removed Albus’ shoes and placed them on the floor beside him so he could find them easily in the morning. Lastly he put a large bowl by the sofa in case Albus needed to throw up.


In the morning, Scorpius wasn’t surprised to find he woke up before Albus. He put a glass of water and two aspirin on the coffee table to help with the hangover and then padded into the kitchen. As quietly as he could, he got to work making omelettes for the two of them. 

The smell must have roused Albus from his sleep because he sat up and groaned. “Oh god, what happened last night?”

Scorpius plated one of the omelettes and began cracking the eggs for the next one. “You came over to invite me to your birthday party,” he explained.

Albus whipped his head around and stared at Scorpius. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. This is why I should never have agreed to let Hugo make jello shots.”

Scorpius smiled as he grated more cheese. “What do you like in your omelette?” 

“Oh, you really don’t have to do that,” Albus told him, attempting to stand up and then immediately sitting back down. He reached out and grabbed the glass of water and pills, popping them into his mouth and then chugging the water.

“Well, considering I didn’t get you a birthday present, breakfast is the least I can do,” Scorpius told him. “So what would you like?” 

“Whatever is fine,” Albus said, waving him off as he finished off the rest of his glass of water. “I didn’t make too much of a twat of myself last night, did I?”

Scorpius laughed and turned to look at Albus for a moment. “Not too bad,” he informed him with a grin. “It probably could have been worse. You told me that you thought I was cute.”

“Oh,” Albus said, running his fingers through his messy hair and only succeeding in making it more messy. “Well that’s not too bad then.”

Scorpius finished up the food and bought both plates over, handing one over to Albus. “So, it was a good birthday then?” 

“Pretty good,” Albus responded, stabbing at his eggs. “I’m sorry for bothering you last night. I mean we don’t even know each other. I bet I was a pain in your arse.”

Scorpius shrugged. “You weren’t here long enough to be a pain in anything,” he responded. “We talked for five minutes and then you fell into my arms. It would have been quite romantic if you hadn’t been pissed.”

Albus blushed, the tips of his ears going red. “I’m really sorry.”

“Well, it’s certainly one way to become acquainted with a person,” Scorpius said dryly, nudging Albus with his elbow. 

“I have impulse control problems when I drink,” Albus admitted grumpily as he ate his omelette. “Case and point.” he gestured to himself and the sofa.

Scorpius bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. “It’s really okay,” he told Albus. “You weren’t a bother.” 

“Thanks,” Albus said, finishing off his food and nearly licking the plate clean. “Fuck, that was delicious. I’m so jealous. All I know how to cook are toast and pasta.”

“I’m pretty sure everyone in the world knows how to make toast and pasta,” Scorpius teased lightly. 

“Hey!” Albus said, his indignant tone ruined as he laughed.

“I’d be happy to show you how to cook some simple things,” Scorpius offered, finishing off his own food and collecting the plates. 

“Really?” Albus asked excitedly. “You mean that?” 

“Sure,” Scorpius said as he put the dishes in the sink and carefully washed them off. It was quite novel to have two dishes to wash instead of just one. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”

Albus looked about ready to burst with happiness. “And you don’t mind that I’m…well…into you?”

Scorpius wiped his hands on the towel and snorted. “No Albus, I don’t mind at all.” 

Albus got to his feet and walked into the kitchen, sliding in close to Scorpius so they were nearly touching. He scratched the side of his face anxiously. “Any chance you might be interested in me too?” 

Scorpius smiled and slid his finger through one of the belt loops on Albus’ jeans. “I think there’s a pretty good chance,” he said with a nod. 

“Think I could get a kiss for my birthday?” Albus asked shyly. 

“Your birthday was yesterday,” Scorpius reminded him teasingly. “Guess you’ll have to wait another year.”

“But Scor,” Albus whined, putting his hands on Scorpius’ hips and lifting him up to sit on the counter and crowding into the space between his legs. “You didn’t get me a birthday present.”

“I made you an omelette,” Scorpius retorted defensively.

“You made me the omelette today, which isn’t my birthday, so it can’t count as my present,” Albus argued. 

“That makes no sense,” Scorpius said, chuckling quietly.

“Where’s a Tardis when you need one?” Albus huffed out in frustration.

Scorpius smiled and wrapped his hand over Albus’ nape, bringing his face closer. “I suppose I can make an exception just this one time,” he murmured, brushing his lips against Al’s. 

“I would appreciate it,” Albus said, closing the gap between them and kissing Scorpius fiercely. 

“Happy birthday,” Scorpius whispered once he broke the kiss to breathe. 

“It’s turned out to be a pretty awesome birthday,” Albus told him, running his fingers through Scor’s hair. 

“It’s not your birthday anymore.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” Scorpius reminded him. “You think I’m cute.”

“What about you?” Albus asked, kissing along Scor’s jawline. “Do you think I’m cute?” 

Scorpius tilted his face up to allow Al more access and smiled blissfully. “You know, I just might.” 

frisk-the-wandering-soul  asked:

️This is for you, MY BEST FRIEND Read this message until the end, its adorable. I sent an angel to watch over you last night, but it came back. When I asked "Why?" the angel said "Angels don't watch over angels." Twenty angels are in your world. Ten of them are sleeping, nine of them are playing, and one is reading this message. God has seen you struggling with some things, and God says "It's over." A blessing is coming your way. If you believe in God, send this to fourteen friends, including me

Thanks??? Oh geez O_o

I don’t know how to respond @-@