the way she laugh on the second picture

Dunkirk Premiere - A Harry Styles One Shot

Originally posted by harryisart

Tonight was going to be a huge night. It was the night of the world premiere of your boyfriend Harry’s first acting debut and if that wasn’t already big enough, this was the first time that you two would been seen as a couple on the red carpet. You and Harry had been dating for almost two years, you met at an after party of an award and instantly hit it off. 

Even though the world knew that you and Harry were a couple, the two of you were still very private, as much as you could be when you both were very well known in the industry. You two always arrived separately at red-carpet events and were never seen leaving them together. When you both went to the other’s concerts or appearances, you both steered clear of any cameras or lurking eyes. 

So, when Harry approached you the night before the premiere asking you to walk the red carpet with him, you were a bit shocked. 

**

“Are you sure?” You asked. 

“Yes,” he said. “Tomorrow night is going to be huge deal for me and I want my girlfriend by my side the entire night.” 

“But do you really think that’s the best thing?” You asked. “I just don’t want me being there to distract everyone from why you’re there.” 

“Well, something thinks a lot of themselves, don’t they,” he joked.

You laughed. “You know what I mean. Everyone knows we don’t flaunt our relationship around and so it would be a big deal for us to walk the carpet together. Plus, you’re going to have interviews to do, I would just be in the way.” 

“You could never be in the way,” he said. 

“What if I just walked in with your  Mum and sister?” You asked. 

He sighed. “If you really want to do that, you can, but it’d mean a lot to me if you walked in with me.” 

You bit your lip as you contemplated everything. “Okay, I’ll walk with you, but only because I love you and it’s your night, so if you want me there at your side, then that’s where I’m gonna be.” 

He smirked and jumped onto you and started kissing you all over your face. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I loooove you,” he said. 

You laughed trying to push him off. “You’re so weird,” you said. 

“Maybe, but we both know that you think it’s sexy,” he smirked. 

“Uh, sure,” You said. “Let’s go with that.” 

“Hey!” He said looking offended. 

You just laughed and shook your head. 

**

You had just finished getting your hair and makeup done and now you were zipping up your dress. Your dress was a custom made gown inspired by the 1940′s with a little bit of a modern day twist to match the suit Harry would be wearing. Your hair and makeup was also inspired by the World War II era. 

When you were ready to go, you walked out into the room where Harry was currently putting his suit jacket on. He adjusted it to fit it him perfectly and then looked behind him at you. 

“Wow,” his dimples showing as he smiled widely. “You look fuckin’ amazing, love.” 

You blushed. “Thank you,” you smiled. “You look so handsome.” 

He smiled taking your hand and pulling you into him. 

“Let me get a picture!” Anne said quickly. 

“Mum,” Harry groaned. “We gotta get going.” 

“Hold on, it just takes a second,” she said. 

“We’re about to step in front of hundreds of cameras and you’re whining about letting your Mum take one picture,” you laughed. 

“She’s got a point,” Gemma said. 

Harry rolled his eyes and you all headed out the door and into the cars. On the way to the theatre, you held Harry’s hands. 

“I’m so proud of you,” you whispered. 

“Thank you,” he blushed. “I just hope everyone likes it. The film is about something really important and I hope everyone thinks we did it justice.” 

“From what I saw on set, you did. Everyone did. Any of those soldiers that are alive today, I’m sure they’d be so proud of  it,” you said. 

Harry smiled kissing your forehead. 

“You ready for this?” You asked. 

“With you by my side of course I am,” he smiled. 

The car pulled up to the carpet and the security opened the car door. Harry got out first and the fans and cameras went crazy. He turned to hold his hand out for you and helped you out of the car. Once you were out of the car and Harry wrapped his arm around your waist, the fans and cameras went even crazier. 

Both you and Harry were waving to the fans and walked over to where they were standing. You both took pictures and signed some things for a few fans. 

“You two are the cutest couple ever!” One of them said. 

“Awe, thanks,” Harry smiled. 

“How proud of Harry are you?” Another asked you. 

“Words can’t describe how proud I am,” you smiled. 

You two then waved bye to the fans and made your way down the carpet. Harry and you stopped to take pictures for the cameras. Harry had his arm wrapped around you and turned to whisper in your ear. 

“Thank you for being here baby,” he whispered. 

‘There’s no place else I’d rather be,” you smiled. “I love you.” 

“And I love you,” he smiled kissing your cheek. 

When it was time for Harry do his interviews, you stayed back a bit while he talked to reporters and answered their questions. Once he was finished with those, he grabbed your hand laced your fingers together and you two walked towards the entrance of the theatre where Anne, Gemma, Jeff, and Glenne were waiting. 

Anne walked over to Harry pulled him into a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you!” She gushed and kissed his cheeks. 

“Mum,” he laughed. 

“Oh stop, I don’t care if your some movie star now, you’re still my baby,” she laughed. 

You all laughed and headed inside. 

**

When the film was over, Harry had a few more interviews to do before you all were able to leave. Once it was time, you got into car and you noticed that Harry had the biggest smile on his face. 

“You did it,” you smiled. 

“I know,” he said. “I never thought this day was going to come and here it’s happened.” 

You laid your head on his shoulder and he kissed your forehead. 

After you all went out for dinner, you and Harry went to the Bleach London makeup launch to support Lou. It started to get late, so you and Harry headed home. When you got there, you put your heels, which you had taken off hours ago, on the floor and went into the living room to lay on the couch. 

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted,” you laughed. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever talked that much in my life until today,” he laughed joining you on the couch. 

“Me feet are killing me,” you yawned. 

He brought your feet onto his lap and he started rubbing your feet. 

“Tonight was your night, I should be the one massaging your feet,” you laughed. 

“I’m not the one wearing heels,” he pointed out. 

“True,” you said. “Although that might be a good look for you,” you smirked. 

“I don’t think so, I’m already pretty tall, I don’t need to be any taller,” he joked. 

You giggled and closed your eyes. After a bit, Harry stopped rubbing your feet and you looked up at him. 

“There’s something I want to give you,” he said. 

“Me? What’s there to give me?” You asked. 

He took something out of the pocket in his trousers and it was black velvet box. He held it in his hand as he looked at you. 

“Y/N, these past two years with you have been the best of my life,” he said. “We’ve been through ups and downs, we’ve been apart for months at times, but we made through. Having you by my side tonight, I realized that as long as I have you in my life, I can do anything or be anything because I know you’ll be right there supporting me and giving me a pep talk when I’m second guessing myself. And I want you to know that I’m here for you too. I’m going to support you with anything and I love you so much. That’s why I bought this,” he said opening the box and revealing a ruby and diamond ring. 

“Now, don’t freak out,” he said quickly. “It’s not an engagement ring, not technically. It’s a promise ring that one day when we’re both ready, we’ll get married because honestly, you’re the only person I want to grow old with and have by my side for the rest of my life.” 

You gasped as tears filled your eyes and you looked at him. It was good thing the night was over because you were sure eye makeup was all over the place by now. 

“I… wow,” you whispered. “I-I don’t know what to say and you know me, I always have something to say.” 

“Don’t I know it,” he joked. “But you don’t have to say anything other than you love me and that you’ll wear this ring until we’re ready to take that next step.” 

“Of course, of course, I love you and I’ll wear this ring always,” you smiled. 

Harry smiled widely again before putting the ring on your finger. You looked down at the ring and couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. 

“I love you,” he whispered leaning into kiss you. 

You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around him. He picked you up from the couch and walked you into the bedroom. 

okay but cute drunk klance things

Keith has this dry humor when he’s drunk. he never laughs at his own jokes, half the time Lance isn’t sure whether he’s joking or not, but whenever Lance makes a joke, Keith is gone. he’s doubled over, shoulders shaking from how hard he laughs. plus he starts to get really touchy. more times than once he’s just draped himself over Lance, enjoying the skin to skin contact and shared body heat. only downside is his hair pretty much always goes in Lance’s nose, so Lance sneezes on him every time.

Lance gets really bubbly. he gets excited over the tiniest thing and giggles over pictures of cute alien creatures. he’ll walk up to Keith, throw his arms around him, and kiss every inch of his face, drunkenly murmuring how much he loves him. every time Keith gets into one of his laughing fits, Lance watches with the smile of a child who actually a pony for their birthday, eyes wide and fond, heart thudding in his chest. he always starts to hiccup after the second drink, making Keith slowly laugh harder and harder the more often it happens.

Pidge always takes videos and pictures of them drunk together. at first she wanted to use it as blackmail when the sobered up, but after they watched the first one, laughing their asses off, she kept doing it as a way to keep morale up. none of them were able to not watch two dorks so absolutely in love, giggling and sneezing and hiccuping without smiling and laughing themselves. Hunk is always the one to watch over them as they start to come down, feeding them and keeping them hydrated. Shiro tends watches for a bit, laughing and smiling with everyone else, before disappearing, with a quiet “if i don’t see it, then it didn’t happen”

downwarddnaspiral  asked:

from the random prompts, "[text] Living alone for four weeks has given me unrealistic expectations of pantslessness."

“Steve just got here,” Bucky mutters into his phone from the balcony of his apartment. He is not wearing pants.

“Are you wearing pants?” Natasha asks.

There’s a long pause.

“You’re not wearing pants,” Natasha says.

“Living alone for four weeks has given me unrealistic expectations of pantslessness,” Bucky says.

“You’re hopeless,” Natasha says.

“And you didn’t tell me that Steve is hot,” Bucky counters, shivering a little. It’s November, and he’s not wearing pants.

Natasha sighs. “Would you have been wearing pants if I had told you? Or, let me rephrase this,” she says before Bucky can answer, “would you have cared about not wearing pants if he weren’t hot?”

“Of course I’d want to be wearing pants when meeting my new roommate, I’m not an animal.”

“I saw a photo the other day of a poodle who always wears pants,” Natasha says.

“First, send me that picture. Second, that’s completely beside the point! I’m stuck out on the fire escape without any pants and with no way to get into my room without going through the living room where my new, hot roommate is sitting, probably waiting to meet me and I’m probably just going to die out here, and it’s your fault.”

“How is it my fault?” Natasha asks, and Steve can tell from her restrained tone that she’s going to start laughing at any moment. The traitor.

“Because he’s your hot friend, not mine!”

She starts laughing.

Bucky groans and hangs up the phone.

And then he hears someone clear their throat behind him.

Bucky turns, slowly, blood draining from his face. Steve is standing there at the window, curtains drawn, looking at him. “Hi,” he says.

“Hey there,” Bucky squeaks.

“Window was open,” Steve says.

“The whole time?” Bucky asks.

Steve nods. “The whole time.”

“So,” Bucky says.

“So,” Steve parrots back.

“I should probably grab some pants,” Bucky says.

Steve shrugs. “You don’t have to,” he says. Bucky raises an eyebrow. “Natasha warned me that my new roommate was hot. Didn’t realize that you’d be hot and come without pants.”

“You’re pretty forward,” Bucky says, grinning.

Steve grins right back. “I’m not the one who showed up without pants.”

Steve winks and Bucky thinks he’s fallen in love.

But it’s also cold, so he puts on some pants before taking them off again.

Every Second of Everyday (Dan Howell x Reader)

Originally posted by shinyphan

Hey guys! I’m finally on break and finals are over! (thank lord jesus) so now I will be posting a lot more than I have been so I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

xxx Megan

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Dan’s POV


 I miss her every second of everyday. I can’t help but wonder what she is doing and most nights I end up punching a pillow or screaming at the top of my lungs thinking about how I treated her. Thinking about how she left one night in tears. Thinking about the disgusting words that left my mouth that I would constantly throw her way. Guilt couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling that was devouring me when I thought about the fear in her eyes every time we were argue. 

 Y/N had left 2 years ago. I could never blame her though. I treated her with such disgrace and constantly regret everything I did to her. At first we were fine, an average happy couple, but then my career exploded and stress was running my life. And unfortunately I would take out all my stress and anger on her. Every night we bickered about something for a good 3 months. Then the bickering formed into top of the lungs screaming at each other until one of us ended in tear or had lost the will to fight anymore. The worst part is she was the one who stopped almost every single time. She was the one trying to desperately fix us and put us back together. And me being the dick I was just decided to ignore her and push her even farther. The night I came home and saw our bedroom only filled with my stuff didn’t surprise me at all. Hell I wasn’t even upset. That was until about a month later where I found the letter in her old underwear drawer.

 Dan,

 I bet you will either throw this in the bin, set it on fire or not even bother to read it but yet here I am writing it anyway. I’m tired. Dan I’m so tired of you complaining about shit and not even realize that the most important thing was broken. Dan Howell I love you so much and I feel like I always will but you are not willing to fight for the most valuable thing in my life. Us. If you’re not going to try to fight then I guess I should just give up too. I know it’s a shitty thing to just pack up and leave but I was already bawling writing this and I have to leave. If I talk to you in person you will make me stay and I can’t keep doing this. We’re broken. I’m broken. I’m done and so is our relationship. I can’t say I wouldn’t miss you holding me or kissing me or even looking at me cause we both know I’d be lying but I am doing this for you. You’re obviously caught up in work right now and I know how much stress and frustration you have bottled up and I know I’m just an obstacle in the way. I love you so much baby and I hope you have a good life without me getting in the way.

xxx Y/n

 I punched a hole in my wall that day. Anger filled my veins at the thought of her crying over an asshole like me, making her think she was justing getting in the way of my life. I loved her with everything I had and still do and yet I left her feeling broken and worthless. I miss her every second of every day. 

 I was currently laying in my bed, alone, staring at a picture of a beautiful couple. It was a tall, dark haired boy smiling down at a perfect girl with y/h/c. He gazed at her lovingly as her eyes were squeezed shut with a wide opened mouth on her face laughing at a dorky joke the boy had tolded her moments before. This was my favorite picture of us. We both looked so innocent and in love. So happy. My thoughts were interrupted as there was knock on my bedroom door.

 “Dan?” I heard Phil questioned on the other side of the door.

 “Yes?” I spoke weakly as I heard the door creak slightly. I heard a sigh escape his lips ashe walked over to me removing the photo from my hands.

 “Still thinking about y/n?” He spoke quietly as I nodded slightly. He frowned slightly looking at the picture shaking his head slightly. Y/n and Phil were so close when we were dating. Besides me she would tell Phil everything but since the letter neither of us had seen her. 2 years she had walked out of our lives and yet both of us remember it like it was just yesterday. Phil shook his head setting the frame down as he gave me a small smile. “Wanna go to the store with me? Get your head off things?” Nothing could make me stop thinking about her. 

 “Sure Phil.” I smiled slightly as I sat up from the bed.



Your POV


 I strolled down aisle 3 searching for eggs. pushing my cart slowly.  My eyes scanned as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I grabbed it quickly answering the phone call, not glancing at the caller ID already knowing who was calling. 

 “Hi honey.” I spoke still looking for the eggs.

 “WHERE ARE YOU?” His phone boomed through the phone causing me to wince slightly

 “A-at the store. We ran out of eggs and the recipe calls for 2…”

 “You knew all my colleagues were coming over at 7 and I told you to have dinner ready by then!” Ryan’s voice was demanding and loud as I reached down finally finding a carton of eggs.

 “All of it’s done except for the cake you specifically asked for!” I spoke harshly into the phone setting the cartons in the cart.

 “Don’t you dare use that tone with me young lady.” He hushed into the phone causing me to roll my eyes.

 “Okay Dad I’m gonna go now see you at home.” I hung up before he could say anything else. Ryan was my fiance, a well paid, intelligent doctor who thinks he is better than anyone who is younger or earns less money than him. Me being 2 years younger and a mediocre photographer makes him feel twice as powerful towards me. We had been dating for a year and a half and to say we weren’t in love with each other is an understatement. The only reason we were getting married was because his parents loved me and told him to “claim me”. Being the suck up he is of course he proposed. And me being the most awkward person just happened to say yes. I was so busy trying to place my phone back in my pocket I didn’t realize I was walking I ran face first into someone’s chest.

 “Sorry about that love.” A thick british accent spoke causing my breath to hitch. I’d know that voice anywhere. 

 I lifted my head up slightly to look at the stranger’s face as I met a pair of two familiar brown eyes.

 “D-Dan?”



Dan’s POV



 “D-Dan?” Her voice squeaked out causing me to freeze. It was her. Here. RIght in front of me.

 “Y-n?” She gave me a polite smile as she looked down at her feet, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, biting her lip, like she always did when she was nervous. I just wanted to pull her lip from her teeth and kiss her. But I’ll I could do was shuffle awkwardly and place my hands in my pockets.

 “H-how you been?” She asked quietly as her beautiful y/e/c eyes met mine once again.

 “I’ve been better…” I gulped as I saw a streak of guilt fill her eyes. “How about you? How are your photos doing?” She smiled slightly as she nodded slightly.

 “I finally got a job. Somebody saw one of the pictures and fell in love with it so they asked me to join their company.” I grinned at her happily. She had always been struggling trying to get her dream job but I had always told her she could do it. That was until all we did was fight…

 “See! I told you you could do it!” I spoke happily causing her to giggle. Oh how I had missed that sound. “What picture was it?” I saw her face freeze before she whispered 

 “The one of you and I…” I opened my mouth to speak when I heard another voice chime in.

 “Dan I found the… y/n?!” I heard y/n squeal as I saw her jump into Phil’s arms

 “Philly!” 

 I felt a pain in my heart as I watched them hug before she pulled away. Phil looked at her gleaming as he suddenly noticed something that I hadn’t.

 “Are you engaged…?” My eyes immediately darted to her left ring finger where a sparkling diamond ring sat. No. I thought to myself. She can’t be. That should be MY engagment for her. I felt my heart physically break as nausea took over my stomach as I saw her nod slowly. She looked down at her finger before looking up to meet Phil’s gaze again. I felt my eyes become glossy as I looked down at my shoes rapidly blinking trying to keep from crying. Phil seemed to notice my pain as he quickly spoke up. 

 “Congratulations! Well Dan and I should be headed out. We have a bunch of editing to do tonight and we have to watch some new anime episodes as such.” I looked up to see y/n gazing at me sadly as she nodded understandingly. She pulled Phil into another tight hug before turning to me and opening her arms slightly. I wrapped my arms around her petite figure as she hugged me tightly. Her vanilla perfume filled my nostrils as she squeezed me tightly. She pulled away slightly before waving a small wave smiling a little. 

 “Bye guys.” Her sweet voice filled my ears one last time before I saw her turn and continue walking the opposite way. I felt a small tear fall from my eye as Phil placed a hand on my shoulder squeezing in reassurance. 

 “I’m sorry Dan….” He spoke softly causing me to shake my head and wipe my tears.

 “Don’t be…” I spoke, “I’m the one who left her go…”



Your POV


 The radio quietly played in the background as I drove to Ryan and I’s apartment. My mind screaming Dan’s name over and over again. I had never gotten over him and the disappointment in his eyes when finding out I was engaged broke my heart. As I pulled into the parking lot of the apartments I felt my mind become cloudy when I tried to think about why I was with Ryan and not Dan. Dan and I had so much in common while Ryan and I were polar opposites. Ryan didn’t have the sense of humor like Dan did. Ryan didn’t care for me like Dan did. And even though all Dan and I did was fight and bicker, at the end of the day, I didn’t love Ryan the way I loved Dan. I carried the bags of ingredients up to the apartment where I opened the door to reveal multiple doctors and nurses filling up the living room. Sophisticated conversations were being spoken as laughter filled the room. I dropped the bags on the table causing a few to glance over at me and Ryan to notice my arrival.

 “Took you long another! Everyone I would like to introduce you to my friend y/n!” I stared at him blankly

 “Fiance.” I spoke angrily only causing Ryan to roll his eyes and nod softly before grunting out 

 “Yes… my future wife.” I scoffed before turning back to unload the bags when something caught my eye. The walls were empty. Nothing was hung or displayed on any wall of the house,

 “Ryan!” I spoke loudly over the voices making everyone go silent and turn their attention towards me once again.  

 “What?!” He spoke harshly, obviously annoyed by me interrupting his company for a second time.

 “Where did my pictures go?”

 “What pictures?”  

 “Oh I don’t know THE ONES THAT I TAKE FOR MY FUCKING JOB THAT WERE HANGING ON THE WALLS EARLIER!”

 A snotty brunette then piped up.

 “Job? Ryan I thought you said she was a lawyer not a picture taker.”

 “Photographer.” I gritted my teeth trying to calm my anger before turning my attention back to Ryan. “First you don’t want to announce me as your fiance and now you’re embarrassed by my job?!” I shrieked angrily as Ryan just chuckled. 

 “Y/n, I have a very important job and so do all these people. I didn’t feel telling them about your hobbies.” I felt my blood boil as he spoke.

 “Well you know what. I’m sorry I didn’t graduate from a fancy college with a perfect GPA. I’m sorry I don’t make as much money as all of your “perfect” friends but I’m not fucking sorry for who I am or what I enjoy doing. I like my “unimportant” job thank you and I know lots of people who support me.”

 “Oh yeah like who?” 

 “Like Dan…” 

 “Seriously y/n?! You’re bringing up that loser again! He doesn’t do anything either. Worthless piece of….”

 “Don’t you dare finish that sentence Ryan…” I spoke in a low, demanding voice. “Plus I know one thing Dan has that you will never EVER get.”

 “Oh yeah what’s that?”

 I looked down at my ring before sliding it off my finger and slamming it on the table “My heart.”

 “Y/n you’re gonna regret this…” I shook my head staring at him dead in the eye

 “Actually this is the best decision I’ve ever made. Have fun at your fucking party Ryan.” I pushed through the crowd grabbing my keys and open the door as I hear Ryan call from behind me.

 “You walked out that door y/n you can never come back. Do you hear me?! You can just send someone to get all your shit.” I stopped dead in my tracks before calling back.

 “Gigi will be here tomorrow to pick it up.” As I walked out slamming the door. I quickly rushed down the stairs as I reached my car hopping in and rushing down the street driving to the first place that popped into my head…



Dan’s POV


 “Phil make some popcorn!” I shouted from the living room as I searched through the TV for the episode we were gonna watch when I was interrupted by a knock at the door. Who would be delivering something at this hour I thought as I slowly stood up and walked down the stairs. I reached the door unlocking it slowly to be met with a petite girl. Tears filled her y/e/c eyes as her y/h/c hair was tangled slightly. I opened my mouth slightly as I stared at her standing at my door. I never thought I would something as beautiful as this moment. Even with her ratty hair and her makeup slightly smudged under her eyes she still managed to be the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. I felt a smirk creep on my lips before I let out one of my remarks trying to lighten the mood.

 “Long time no see.” She giggled under her breath before I heard her mumble.

 “God I’ve missed you.” Before I could respond I felt her grab my shirt and tug me toward her. I felt her moist lips connected with my slightly chapped lips as the taste of her cherry chapstick invade my mouth. My hands found her waist as I tugged her inside with my closing the door by pushing her back against it. I tugged on her bottom lip as I pulled away smiling. She giggled resting her forehead on mine as I whispered.

 “I thought you were engaged?”

 “I was.” I grinned before reconnecting our lips

 I missed her every second of everyday. That was until she was mine again. I ended up marrying that girl. To ensure, that I wouldn’t have to miss her anymore.

The Painter’s Muse

OMG ANON THANK YOU! I always love getting requests, they’re so fun. I hope you like it anon! Tbh, I never considered writing a Minghao imagine, but I like how it ended up(:

Originally posted by mountean

Pairing: Minghao/Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU

Word Count: 3K

Summary: You’ve sworn you seen the girl in the painting, staring contently at you, you just don’t remember ever posing for the picture centuries before. 

Author’s note: I never really thought of writing a soulmate AU, but I decided that a reincarnation one was the only one that makes sense. I read soulmate AU’s a lot, and I love them, it’s just sometimes things don’t add up. Thats why Minghao’s names are different in his past life times, because I feel like that makes the most sense, also I just FINISHED GOBLIN. Which plays with the same idea and I will forever be obsessed with the grim reaper and sunny. THEY WERE SO DAMN CUTE. Someone hold me, I’m still recovering from the drama. 

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Message In A Bottle

Request: based off the song I Don’t Even Know Your Name

a/n: hello!! hi! so sorry i’ve been a little mia! i want to make these requests as good as i can get them so, in turn, they take a while to get up!! i’ve also bee super busy with school! so i hope you enjoy this cute little one and let me know what you thought about it🤗🤗

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Your name: submit What is this?

Your POV*

           “Katherine, was it really necessary to come this early?” You looked over at your friend, among the few other girls who thought it’d be a good idea to come line up outside of the venue early. 

           Katherine nodded her head vigorously and looked at you as if you’d just offended her, “Since we’re on the floor, we have general admission, and we have to be towards the front.”

           You rolled your eyes but nodded anyway.  Katherine had gotten tickets to see Shawn Mendes in concert.  You thought his music was catchy and liked it a lot, but Katherine was more of a fanatic when it came to him.  She had come over to your house the night before to make sure you had an outfit to wear because, as she said, “you never know what might happen, you could sweep him off his feet.”

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Erased (Part 1)

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Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Summary: The Ghost Riders have just arrived in Beacon Hills; everyone is afraid, everyone’s faith is on a couple of teenagers. (Y/N) and Stiles have been best friends for years, and have been dating for the last two. They’re the perfect couple, but the Ghost Riders are here to end the Happily Ever After.

Word Count: 1,200

Prompt: Requested by @squirels-angels-and-moose (love the idea!).

A/N: I have changed certain scenes in Season 6 mainly to fit in with this imagine, so please don’t kill me! As well, I really hope that it is accurate enough with the ghost riders; I feel like I haven’t watched it in years but in reality it has only been a couple of weeks!

Originally posted by dylanobriengirl

“Can I get a photo of you two?” You tore your eyes away from Stiles to smile at Sydney who wore a rather odd grin on her face. “What for?” Stiles asked suspiciously. “For the perfect couple section, obviously.” She laughed, Stiles looked at you for a second and you shrugged before getting into a pose. Stiles wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer, and you snuggled in perfectly to his side. She snapped the photo before skipping off to take pictures of the gathering crowd.

“The perfect couple, huh?” He asked, turning to face you. There wasn’t much space between the pair of you, but you were comfortable with it. After years of being best friends with Stiles to becoming his girlfriend two years ago, you were way past the awkward kisses and hugging stage. “We are though,” You agreed with Sydney before planting a kiss on his lips. “Mmmh, I love you.” He mumbled into your mouth, the vibration causing you to giggle.

The rest of the gang showed up, and this made you separate yourself from him. Gathering around the table, everyone looked at Stiles who clapped his hands together excitedly. “So, who is coming to the house with me?” He looked around the group, each of you holding a blank or apologetic face. “Malia? Lydia?” He questioned, receiving mumbled excuses before they got up quickly and stumbled off. “Don’t ever ask me for help again,” He shouted in their direction causing the pair to let out giggles knowing they don’t need to beg him for anything, he’ll just do it.

“Scott?” “You know I can’t leave, I’ve missed far too many classes.” He moaned, thinking of the work that had to be done to catch up. Stiles let out a huff before he looked at you; his big, hazel brown eyes begging you to tag along. “Stiles..” You warned, he let a sniff as if he was crying. “I can’t, I’ve papers to work on.” He shook his head, standing up from the table and storming away. “What a cry baby.” You chuckled, grabbing your backpack and Scott’s, and walking with him to the next class.


You heard a car pull up to the driveway; after two beeps, you looked out the window to see the familiar jeep and an extremely nervous looking Stiles sitting in the driver’s seat. He waves his hand for you to come out and with a smile on your face, you grab the closest jacket and walk out to the jeep. “Why hello there,” You greet him, giving him a peck on the cheek. “Isn’t this a surprise?” He winked at you before driving away from your house. “Did you find anything at the boy’s house?” He glanced at you, licking his bottom lip before shaking his head. “No, nothing.” He hesitated, a glazed look covering his eyes.

“What happened, Stiles?” You placed the palm of your hand on his thigh, showing him that you were there for him. “Let’s talk about that later,” He stopped the jeep, hopping out of it and running to your side; to open your door. “You’re being awfully sweet tonight.” You noticed, smiling at him teasingly. “I just want to show you how much I love you.” He pecked your lips before grabbing your hand and walking you down a small trail.

“Are you taking me to that park?” You asked, causing him to groan. “How do you remember that?” He looked at you and laughed, “Of course you remember, you remember everything.” He put an emphasis on the word ‘everything’ but he kept walking, swinging your arms with each step.

Two years ago, Stiles asked you to be more than his best friend in the very park that you were standing in the middle of now. “Why are we back here?” You asked, looking around the abandoned park since it was nearing nine o’clock in the evening. He pulled a blanket out of his backpack and lay it on the grass, “I just want to spend time with you,” He looked around nervously before laying down on the blanket bringing you with him. He turned you so your back was to his chest and he wrapped his arms around you so tight that you thought you were going to pee.

“Stiles, what has gotten into you?” You asked, not making any attempt to turn and face him. You felt his chest rise and fall, before he sighed and rested his chin on your shoulder. “We went to the house earlier, and I say one of the Ghost Riders,” “The what?” Stiles let out a sigh, before sitting up; you felt the warmth leave your body. “The Ghost Riders, it’s the Wild Hunt (Y/N). Once you see them, you’re next. People start forgetting about you, your personal possessions start disappearing – you’re erased from everyone’s memories.” He looked down at you, worry swirling in his eyes. “I’m next, (Y/N). I need you to remember me, okay? I need you to help Scott and Lydia.”

You sat up, you felt sick; you wanted to throw up but you had to be strong. “I won’t let anyone take you, Stiles. I can’t live without you,” “I’ll be back,” He whispered, kissing your lips gently, “But you need to remember me.” The wind started to pick up, and Stiles stood up abruptly, pushing you behind him.

“(Y/N), you need to run.” He whispered, the leaves brushing against your toes through the sandals. You heard a noise, you looked to the side and your eyes widened. “Stiles, is that the Ghost Rider?” Your throat went dry, you found it hard to talk, never mind scream. “You can see them?” He asked in shock, turning you to face him. You nodded, “Run! Run! Run now, (Y/N)!” He shouted, grabbing your wrist, and running in the direction of the jeep. You heard the horse’s feet galloping along the grass; one right behind you and the other coming from the right. “Stiles, I can’t run, my feet.” You looked down the blood seeping through the sandals.

“Stiles, you go! Run, get help. You know more about them than me, you’re the smarter one.” He turned the corner with the jeep just two minutes away, “They won’t stop following us until they get one of us, please go.” You whispered, tears flowing down your cheeks. “I’m not leaving you.” He said, his hand grasping your cheek. “I can’t,” He whispered, kissing the tears away. “If we both get caught, no one will ever remember us but if you stay here, you’ll find me – you always do, Stiles.” He looked deeply into your eyes before roughly kissing you. “I love you okay? I love you so damn much and I will find you.” “I love you too,” Stiles let out a sob before the sound of a horse got closer, “Go, remember me.” You whispered, pushing him towards the jeep.

His hand slipped off your face just as you turned to face the Ghost Rider who was now standing walking towards you, a gun pointing to your chest. You heard the jeep’s engine start, before you couldn’t hear it anymore. You let out a sob as the shooting of the gun could be heard, and the cloud of green smoke was all you remembered.

A Very Dirty Way to Get Clean

He’d been reluctant to let her go get in the shower, holding her against him in bed and sniffing at her until she shrieked with laughter — “I don’t wanna wash us off,” he’d said between comically loud inhales, “we smell so good all mixed together!”

Until finally she’d said, gasping and pushing at him between giggles, “Sex sweat — stop that! — is a renewable resource! We can make a new batch tonight!”

Relief flooded his veins like the warmth of a good bourbon and he realized he’d been afraid on some weird, deep level that this had been a lightning strike, a spectacular one-off event that she’d calmly get over and move past. But reassured by her assumption of there being a “tonight” together, he finally agreed that the sooner they got to work, the sooner they could come home — to his place, her place, the fucking moon, like it mattered — and lose themselves in each other again.

But still, unable to help himself, he tried another gambit: “How bout we shower together, to save some time?”

She turned, naked, in the doorway, her eyebrow at its highest altitude: “Oh yes, no doubt my breasts will get extremely clean. But there’s no way that saves us any time.”  

He wasn’t sure if what was on his face looked more like a grin or a leer, but whatever it was, made her laugh again. “I promise, Scully — swear to Chthulu —” he lifted a two-fingered salute in a gesture that brought a blush to her cheeks — “I will not slow you down.”

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jackrhackam  asked:

so that whole miranda+window post is a heartbreak in a cup bUT when i read your tag about miranda and thomas gossiping about their affairs i just smiled so big please elaborate on that if you want to because that's the cutest idea omg

OH BOY DO I EVER WANT TO - but first things first, I cannot take credit for the idea! I believe I first accepted this image into my heart ‘n soul after reading this tremendously nsfw and most excellent fic by azarias. (basic plot is that Miranda tells Thomas all about her, ah, encounter with James in the carriage and they both get off it’s amazing would highly recommend)

just. this is my ideal dynamic for them. married best friends checkin’ out guys together. like just imagine: they’re at some Society Gathering, and Thomas pulls Miranda aside and points out some young noble with sharp brown eyes who looks very good in that blue coat and tells her like “Miranda he and I just had a wonderfully lively conversation about de Cervantes and he’s an avid fencer with arms to prove it you should definitely seduce him”. Or Miranda pulls him aside to whisper that she’s heard that lord so-and-so of such-and-such over there shares his inclinations so perhaps they ought to have a chat? 

picture Thomas waiting up for Miranda after some tryst, like he’s sitting there reading, then he looks up when he hears her come in, and he smiles and puts his book down and asks “so how was it?” and she grins and grins and runs over and plops down next to him and gushes about how romantic he was, Thomas, and oh, his hands, or she mentions how nervous he was, because wouldn’t her husband notice her absence? and they both laugh and laugh and Thomas kisses her forehead. similarly, imagine Thomas coming home late after some Very Innocent Meeting with lord so-and-so of such-and-such, and Miranda asks “So, was I right?” all eager, and Thomas just grins coyly, so she gasps and says “I was, wasn’t I? Tell me everything.” so he laughs and tells her all about how it took him so bloody long to get the hint (”I brought up The Symposium three times, Miranda”) but once he did –

and James. James. oh my god when James enters the picture. they would both be so excited. the second they’re alone after James leaves that first time Miranda would just be like “so, we’re keeping him, right?” “I certainly hope so.” and they’d Appreciate his hair and his uniform and his everything. (“Miranda I made him laugh today” “oh my god go on”) and listen. we know Thomas knew they slept together. there is no way she did not hook her best friend up with those details. (”When he kissed me, I expected he’d be shy, but then he used his teeth” “Oh my god” “I thought I would die - and he’s covered from head to toe in those freckles” “Oh my god” ) and oh god when Thomas began to properly fall in love with/pine for James, Miranda would Be There. like whatever the 1700s equivalent of arriving on the scene with ben & jerry’s in hand is. she’d have his back. and ahhhhhhhhh once Thomas and James got together, Thomas would be so happy and Miranda would be so happy for him because they’re best friends and this is what they do and neither of them would trade it for the world.

Side Nigga Diaries

So I’m playing “side nigga” to a chick with a girlfriend. They been going steady for a while now and shorty told me she loved lesbian sex, and it was great but she said it aint dick tho. She told me she just wanted regular dick and I felt like I was just the man for the job, so that’s what it became. 

She would go through the motions with ol girl come to me on some “she tryna get fucked” shit. I remember she told me about a conversation she had with with her girl. She said she talked to her about a threesome but she really wasn’t down for it. I was down though. That would have been the most pivotal point in all side nigga history. I felt like if she would have gotten her to agree to it I probably wouldn’t do anything else in life. That’s how excited I was about the idea. 

Time went on without any mention of the threesome and I kind of forgot about it. So one night I’m in my room chilling, trying to find something to do for the night. I texted shorty to see what she was doing but she didn’t respond so I hit up one of my old hoes. She told me she wasn’t really getting into anything because she had some homework she had to get done. She said she would probably just watch some Netflix or whatever, so I invited her over to my place. I told her to finish her homework then we can watch Netflix together– kick it and shit. 

Probably an hour or two later she called me to let me know that she was on her way. Not even two seconds later, shorty with the girl hit me up. She called me and asked me what I was gonna do for the night. I guess she wanted to chill but I told her I had a chick coming over and her first reaction was, “is she cute?”. I swear I laughed so hard. But I sent her a picture and she started asking whether or not if she was a freak. We were on the phone for like 20 minutes trying figure out if she like to eat the box or not.

Shorty finally got to my place but I was still on the phone with chick so I told her that’ll just text her. I went down to let shorty in and when we get back to my room and we just sat there for awhile– we were talking or whatever but we weren’t really talking bout shit though. We finally put a movie on Netflix and that probably only lasted for 2 minutes.The next thing I knew we were playing 21 questions. And as expected the questions got a little kinky. Meanwhile chick texting me like, “you getting the cheeks”,“is she a freak or na”,“ask her if she down for a threesome”,”she eat pussy”. wholetime I’m trying to chill shorty blowing my phone up. So of course, ol girl said something. She was like damn,O.J I’m confused because I think she calling me OJ Simpson but then she was like Oj the Juiceman. I’m rolling because it wasn’t even like that. I’m like wholetime that’s you with all the juice and she’s like what do you mean. So I showed her my phone. I told her my homegirl think you cute and she want to smash– the both of us. She didn’t believe me so I had to scroll up and shit.

At first she laughed but then she got quiet for a minute. I gave her this “you nasty” look and she smiled. Then she was like, well I am a little horny though. Then she was like “what your friend look like?” So I showed her a picture and she was like “oh, she cute. Tell her to come through.” And at that moment I knew I was about to reach the highest point in side nigga history, even though it wasn’t with ol girl’s ol girl but nevertheless I was about to get the booties. 

anonymous asked:

Hiiii! My friend and I really love your writing of Sonamy and she had this concept that she really wanted you to write: Concept: Eggman, in an attempt to ruin Sonic, invents literal nightmare fuel that slowly breaks down Sonic's ego and makes him feel powerless and afraid to sleep. He first tests this on Amy and after that, he tests it on the rest of the team...

I LOOOOVEEEE request like this!!! :DDD Thank you so much!!! It’s a plot, it’s depth, and it’s so cute~<3

Tell your friend she’s a mini-genius!!! :Db And thank you both for supporting me and my stories! Means a lot :’3

I hope I can do her idea justice, precious anon!

(x)

Prompt:

Eggman was using a drill-bot to carve it’s way into the deepest, darkest cave imaginable. All the way out in the middle of nowhere, Eggman peered inside the drilled, crumbled rock.

Only his glasses shone in that pitch darkness, as then his smiling teeth as he saw the object he desired, glowing with whisps of purple light, not like the aliens, but darker… more corrupted entities.

Back at his lab, he snorted, giggled, and squawked laughters as he pushed and pressed buttons like his fingers were dancers.

“At last! I’ve got it! I think I’ve got the code to trigger their power and centralize it into one … dream…” he rubbed his hands together, “Huhuhu… with these ‘nightmares’ I’ll have Sonic losing all hope! He’ll believe he’s a good-for-nothing! And I’ll be the emperor of the eggman empire in no time!~” he jumped to turn around and click his heels together, rushing over to the cylinder, clear tube that held the destructive creatures. They’re mouths opened to whispy daggers for teeth, and their purple, smokey bodies blinked with glares.

“There, there… my little evil critters~” he tapped his fingers to the glass, making them freak out and shake their hands, wanting to attack but returning to the urn which they were trapped inside.

“Hehehe~ Hohoho!!!” He billowed another loud laugh as he leaned his back into an arch in his joy.

But within that laughter, he realized something. “ho, ho?” he blinked his eyes, motioning his neck down. “But what if my test run doesn’t work? I’ll need to test my hypothesis on directing these little balls of terror before I actually unleash them on Sonic’s team! Hmm..” he rubbed his chin, thinking…

He suddenly smirked, turning to his computer.

“…Wasn’t Amy Rose tracking Sonic just a moment ago?”

Amy waddled through the forest, huffing and puffing in her weariness, tapping each tree she passed with the palm of her hand, as if checking to make sure she had stable support if she ever needed it.

She finally stood up straight, exhausted from a long day, and leaned her head back. “Ugh.. He’s traveled too far this time.” She moaned, before lowering her head with a heavy sigh. “And I was really hoping to spend time with him today…” she pouted, looking truly disappointed, but not that upset as she was used to sometimes failing on her ventures to find Sonic.

“He’s a tricky one.” she mused, picturing him dashing over large fields, defeating robots, and maybe even taking a second to stop and smile at a passing thought of her.

“Ha~~~” she sighed, melting at the idea of Sonic taking a second to think of her for a change.

Eggman positioned his gun perfectly, focusing the nightmartic spirits where he wanted their power concentrated.

“Eat her dreams alive, boys… woo-hohohho!” he laughed, and fired down once the gun rocked it’s way to have her in the center of it’s target. “Fire!”

Eggman’s gun sprung the spirit’s power, a misty purple smoke, straight through the atmosphere as it hit her in the back of her head, and spiraled down her body.

Amy suddenly felt a wave of sleepiness hit her upside the head, and all of a sudden, a strange aroma was pulling her to sit down… to rest… to take it easy…

“Wha-..what..?” she knew this wasn’t right, as she slowly came to her knees, and started to lay down. “H…Help…” she lightly rested her head down, as her whole body became too heavy to move, and too weak to stand…

There were puzzles under her feet, and as she looked down, she noticed some were glowing a bright, see-through gold.

“Amy…”

Amy looked up, before smiling happily towards Sonic, a little ways away on the same puzzle-piece floor she was on.

“Sonic!” Her voice echo’d in the empty space.

He looked upset, turning away from her. “You have to stop this mess.”

“…Ah… Mess?” she was confused, but she held her hands back, her feet paused from rushing towards him.

She had never seen such a shallow expression on his face before…

“I don’t want you always trying to find me! To hog my attention away from the world!” he swiped his hand out, looking more and more frustrated, as she stepped a foot back.

“…A-..Attention..?” She held her fists up to her chest, not sure what he was saying.

The puzzle-piece below her suddenly fell, as her foot almost fell through the crack.

She gasped as she pulled it up, looking down at the puzzle piece, and studying how it could have fallen…

As her eyes scanned, Sonic’s voice once again arose, this time much harsher and crueler than even she thought possible to imagine.

“This is it, Amy! I’m tried of letting you get away with what you want!”

“What I… want?” she turned around, her eyes shaking at his words.

“Sonic…” she could feel her heart breaking, her lips trembling as tears almost threatened her.

Around her, puzzle pieces on the floor started falling, strikes of lightning taking some of them out.

“I can’t stand it, Amy! I can’t stand you!” Sonic bit down on the word, glaring as he lunged himself forward.

“I WISH YOU WOULD JUST DISAPPEAR!”

As he threw his arm out, Amy felt the ground beneath her break and dip down, the puzzle pieces falling rapidly as she fell with them, reaching up for his cold, unfeeling expression as he watched her fall.

“Sonic…” her eyes widened, gripping her hands before forcing them apart and reaching up for him. “NOOO!!!!”

She disappeared into the darkness, hovering in the air.

“I don’t want to be alone… I don’t… I …” She gripped herself into a tight curl, but not fully a ball, as her hair and dress rippled in the mist of the empty space.

There was nothing now.

No sound but her own desperate cries.

Tears floated in the space around her.

“I… I don’t want to die without knowing…. knowing what it’s like… I don’t want to be alone… I don’t want to die alone!!!”

She threw her head up, screaming.

“SOOOONNNIICCCC!!!!”

The Sonic above, turned his head away, walking away from the surface.

Once absent from her sight, his face suddenly morphed to the snickering of the nightmaric spirit, chuckling with it’s jagged, spiked teeth; Sonic’s body myistifying into a purple smokey being.

—-

“Excellent!” Eggman jumped up from his seat, watching the activity of her vital signs and pulses, mental strain and brainwaves, the like; determining right then and there that his experiment was a success!

“Now, then! To the others!”

He pushed some buttons, as the gun flung around and shot the remaining nightmaric spirits to the different locations he punched in.

He twirled around with the gun, doing a little silly dance before looking back at his creation. “Tonight! Eggman industries presents a spectacular, dream-like experience you’ve NEVER dared to have before! WHOHOHOH!” as he laughed, the nightmaric spirits all gathered together in the tube, seeming to scheme, before turning to Eggman, and laughing creepishly towards him…

Sonic turned in his sleep, as did Tails and Knuckles, as each one had a horrific nightmare of their deepest, darkest fears.

Sonic was engulfed in water, unable to do anything, and for some reason, still able to breathe.

“Noo!” he cried out, trying to move upward, but only sinking as Amy and his friends were slashed through, shadowy silhouettes showing their last moments of life, and even Amy reaching down in the water to him, before red filled the water, dying it as it floated past him like curved paint in an oil canvas, swarming his being.

Powerless, Sonic watched the red surround him, polluting the water and gripping his throat.

He struggled to breathe now.

“N.. nmm!” he gripped his throat, his cheeks puffing up to try and remain with oxygen.

His arms flailed through the water, as suddenly he was pulled down into a dark abyss, his friend’s silhouettes being thrown into the water… Metal Sonic’s shadow… turning to stare down at him from a distance… at the surface.

Then, it shifted, turning into a nightmaric spirit’s face, and cackled as Sonic’s feet were limp, and weren’t able to kick him towards the surface of the water…

He closed his eyes, feeling life drain from him.

He was forced to be pulled under the water’s current…

Tails was trapped in a small cube, as he pounded on it and cried out to let him out, his X-Tornado turning on him and firing, causing lightning to spring out from it’s guns and attack the cube.

Tails threw up his arms, crying out as his mouth hung in utter fright.

He ducked down, unable to avoid as the X-Tornado went back up into the thunderstorm, and then spiraled down to let out a fresh new patch of lightning down upon his trapped self.

“Stop it!!!” Tails shouted out, as suddenly he heard Sonic’s piercing cry, and looked up.

“No!” Tails banged on the cube, “Sonic!”

Sonic,… Amy… Knuckles… they were all being struck by Lightning, and falling down, rising up as zombie like expressions on their faces, and walking towards him.

“You couldn’t help us, Tails…” Amy’s faint voice barely made it to his ears.

His eyes shook, scooting away from that side of the cube. “No…”

“You’re useless to me, Tails…” Sonic’s body kept hobbling towards the cube, his head going limp.

Tails shook in utter terror.

“You’re still a no one… not a friend of ours.” Knuckles’s arms stretched forward. “Now we’ll take you out… so the lightning can kill you too.”

They all piled the box.

“No…Stop… please…! I’m sorry! I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough! I’m sorry!!!”

The three nightmartic spirits chuckled, their faces shifting as Tails threw his hands over his head, his tails also encircling him in his great fear.

Knuckles struggled to try and keep his new family safe, but with each robot army that came, he turned to suddenly see them swiped down, out of existence, turning to nothing more than dust.

“Ah!” he rushed to them, gripping the dirt. “The last echidnas…” he was alone again, before looking up and seeing the robots break the Master Emerald, turning it into small fragments that they crushed to utter oblivion…

Their sparkling powder floated by him, as his eyes widened and they stung his open eyes.

“NOOO!!!”

Angel Island came crashing down, the robots self-destructing as suddenly the Island bent into itself, cracking and splitting, till lost in the sea…

Knuckles smashed the earth beneath him, before his shoulders bounced in his tears, and he laid down before the crashing sea…

“No…Rouge… Sonic… My friends… My family… The Master Emerald… I’ve failed them.. I’ve failed them all…”

Behind him, the robots faces turned to nightmaric spirits, laughing…

“WHHOHOHOHHO! BRILLIANT!” Eggman danced around in his lab, even going disco-funky with his actions. “Now, to take over the world!” He stuck a finger up, posing, before typing more coordinates.

But by this time… he hadn’t realized the Nightmares were growing with the dread and fear that came from their hosts… and they’re being morphed into Sonic, Amy, Tails, and Knuckles.

The remaining nightmare spirits laughed in their usual way, before breaking the cylinder tube… and going for Eggman.

“W-what?” he saw the gun stop firing, and turned around.

“No… no,… NOO!!” Eggman threw his hands up, as they chuckled and swarmed his being in their mist, knocking him out and diving into his dreams… their laughter never ceasing…

Sonic woke up in a cold sweat, blinking hard and breathing irregularly.

He touched his chest… no water.

Just the cold of the wind.

His eyes were heavy, but he shook his head, getting up.

“That was no dream…” Sonic concluded, and turned to look out away from him.

He heard someone shouting his name…

Suddenly, the sound became more clear as he gained control over his senses again…

“Amy!!!” he charged, bolting himself through the long distance to find where the echo was coming from.

It disturbed him, seeing he was awake, but her voice was bouncing off from everywhere.

The mountains didn’t help.

The valleys were worst.

He finally found her, collapsed under a tree, screaming out with tears pouring down her face.

“Tails! Knuckles! Someone help me!!!” she cried in her sleep, talking outloud.

“Hang on, Amy! Wake up! Snap out of it!” Sonic knelt down and shook her, before her eyes sprung up, and she fought him slightly away.

“Don’t hurt me! Don’t hurt me!”

Sonic, startled by the response, immediately pulled his hands away from her, backing away.

“Amy… it’s me… It’s Sonic..” he took a gentler tone, his eyes bending back as he worried his shaking had startled her to the point of possibly hurting her.

“Amy… You’re alright. It was just a dream.”

She breathed hard, gripping herself, looking around.

“It’s… it’s dark.”

He saw she was getting her senses back, and bent down again beside her, offering her his arms. “It’s cold too.”

She gripped him with a death-hold of pure, unfathomable terror.

She clung to him like her source of life, breathing rapidly off measure, and having her heartbeat influence his own rapidly beating one.

“You’re alright, Amy. I don’t know what’s going on. But I’m worried about Tails and the others.” He gently held her, before feeling her tremble and lightly moving his hand to her head, stroking it to try and still her.

“You’re alright. I’m here… Whatever that was… Whatever thing possessed us… I won’t let it get away with this.”

He found some relief in having her around… at least he knew he wasn’t dreaming anymore either.

She nodded, finally calming down to a regular breath, before wiping her eyes and finally letting him go.

“My dream… While I was sinking into the dark… I heard Tails, and Knuckles laughing too. Everyone was laughing.”

“Mine too.” Sonic could only recall the deformed image of Metal Sonic, his eyes glowing… his face turning to a jagged grin…

He looked away from her a moment, considering the possibility… “Maybe we were all trapped under the same dreams…”

“Why do you say that?” Amy looked more directly to him, confused.

“Because I was sinking too.”

Amy let out a pity groan, lightly, as if feeling empathy for him.

“I’m fine.” He lied, patted her head again, trying more to sooth her than himself.

“We… we need to stick together. To find the others.” He wouldn’t admit it, but he didn’t want to leave her side. Fear still gripped him. He wasn’t letting her out of his sights.

Tails and Knuckles were both awakened, and the only explanation to the increased power source that night, from Tails’s readings, were coming from Eggman’s base.

“I didn’t know he had a base way out here.” Sonic saw the robots smashed against the side of the doors… the doors wide open… the halls showing wired ripped robots…

“Something came in.” Knuckles tightened his fists, getting ready…

“No…” Sonic stopped walking, turning seriously with a knowing look towards the broken cylinder. “Something got out.”

Eggman groaned.

The four all turned to him, laying down, up against his control station.

“I don’t want to be alone.. without a cause, please! Let me destroy you a little longer! I promise! I’ll be better! Don’t go! Don’t leave me without a purpose!!!”

He tossed his head desperately, before Amy walked over, taking her hammer out.

“Amy.” Sonic cautioned, worried what she would do with him.

She saw his arm extended, and nodded, “I’m just waking him up.” she answered over her shoulder, looking back to him. “No one deserves the nightmares we’ve all endured…”

No one disputed her.

Amy whacked Eggman on the head, light enough that it wasn’t painful, but still enough to snap him out of it.

He woke up, flinching, sweat trailing down his bald forehead.

“Wha..where… where am I?”

“Alive.” Sonic almost spoke through his teeth. “Now… tell us where they are?”

“You’re not good enough.”

The team turned around, seeing the nightmaric spirits, all morphed into their figures, even an Eggman one, raising their heads with smirks.

You’re pathetic!” The Tails spirit stated, right after the Sonic one spoke.

Pitiful.” The Amy spirit spat out.

Worth less than dirt!” The Eggman spirit swished a ghostly hand out, purple mist trailing it’s action.

The five stood tall,.. there was a moment of silence… as more hurtful and piercing insults stung at their pride and their hearts.

“…Sonic.” Eggman dipped his head down, but clearly addressing him. “I wouldn’t normally say this… but… circumstances as they are-”

“We’ll fight them.” Sonic spoke carefully, but quickly.

He nodded his head, “Together.”

Eggman turned to him, seeing the forgiveness and nodded, turning back to the nightmare spirits.

“That urn in my large, broken flask is the only thing that can trap them.”

“We have to conquer our fears then.” Amy threw her arm back, her hammer positioned and ready to strike as she bent her knees. Ready.

“We have to stand together.” Tails also prepared himself. Ready.

“I may be able to forgive Eggman… but not you creeps!” Knuckles bashed his fists together, shouting loudly his war cry. Ready.

Sonic… was not ready.

He clenched his fist, as Amy could see.

His nightmaric spirit tilted his head, smirking as it narrowed it’s eyes.

“…Sonic.” Amy gently put her hand to his.

He twitched his head up, looking to her.

He was surprised at first, but nodded in understanding.

He wasn’t going to fail his friends.

He wasn’t going to be useless.

He was going to fight.

And he was going to win!

His friends would be just fine.

“Ready!” Sonic called to them, looking fierce with a renewed, confident smile.

“READY!” They all charged, as Eggman looked around, and sprang up to follow after them, swinging a fist to his nightmaric spirit.

“AHHH!!!” he went right through him, as the other spirit laughed, hitting him down.

“Grr.. Oh, I get it.” Eggman got back up. “I’m worth twice as many evil villains as you!” He threw his fist again.

The spirit looked confused, startled into freezing still, as the fist made it disappear, and it’s purple mist came back into the urn.

“Heheh~” Eggman boasted, blowing on his fist to get the remaining purple trail off of it.

Sonic spin dashed, “I’m the hero of my own story!” the other Sonic vanished in a similar manner, returning to the urn.

Sonic struck a pose, his hand flared up as he landed and uncurled, smiling his signature cocky grin.

“I’m not worthless, I’m ten times smarter than you!” Tails threw a wrench into the spirit, as it trailed back into the urn.

“I’m not alone!!” Knuckles whammed into his spirit, “My duty isn’t over yet!” as it returned to the urn.

“I’m… I’m…” Amy was still under the nightmares influence, as it waited, before knocking her down in impatience.

“Offph!”

“Amy!”

The team gathered around her, even Eggman, helping her up.

She looked around her, seeing her friends right by her side.

She turned to the spirit, eyes fixed in her resolve.

“I’m… Strong.”

She took out the spirit as it returned to the urn.

The urn was placed back in the cave, sealed up by Eggman.

He crossed his heart in a gesture to Sonic and his friends, showing he wouldn’t go near that cave ever again…

(I tried to keep it canon, what do you think? :) )

So, my 5-year-old niece is watching Buffy (for the very first time, obviously) and her mom (one of my closest friends) keeps me posted on her reactions. My niece has also sent me a couple of voice messages babbling on about the show (like, for example, how she was reading a book on insects and she found a praying mantis and she went: “that’s like Xander’s teacher!”) My friend told her that I like Spike, and she sent me a message telling me that she wanted to see the Spike episodes because she knew I liked him and her grandma liked him, too. Anywho, she did a drawing for me, inspired by the show and Spike… 

This is the drawing on the front…

That’s Spike and I making out, FYI. And she wrote his name phonetically (the way she says it as a Spanish speaker - her mom tried to convince her to write it the proper way, but no such luck.) Also, there’s someone pointing and laughing at us. I kept asking about the third person in the picture, and she kept dodging the question. I asked her if it was her spying on us, and she let out a creepy laugh, so make of that what you will. Notice how deeply in love Spike and I are. Our kisses form little hearts. That’s true love, if you ask me.

But there was a second drawing on the back of the page…

That’s me staking Spike, who’s in vamp face and crying, apparently. I think I’m crying too. And there’s a caption that reads: “Isabella - There are some loves that kill - Paua Espaic (Paula/Spike)”

She has basically predicted the Season 2 Bangel finale, featuring Spike and yours truly. 

#raiseyourhandifyoureanawesomeaunt

The Boy Next Door Pt. 5

WARNINGS: strong language

“Grayson, you’re a fucking genius!” You screamed the second he accepted the facetime call. He jumped slightly, his eyes widening.

His nose scrunched up, “Thanks? What did I do?” He shifted in his bed, pulling his covers up to his chin. His hair was messy and his eyes looked sleepy. “I mean, I know I’m a genius, but what kind of genius thing did I do this time?” You rolled your eyes at him, throwing yourself onto the sofa.

Your parents had left just minutes before, inviting you and Grayson out to brunch the next morning. You accepted the invitation, telling them you’d have to check with Grayson to see if he could make it. Your mom had pulled you to the side, “Marry him, Y/n. And soon.” She’d said and you blushed, the kiss creeping into your mind for the thousandth time since Grayson had left.

“Well, you know.” You shrugged, your cheeks turning a bright shade of red. You thanked God he was looking at his tv. “Earlier.” His head snapped back to the screen, his eyes meeting yours.

He smirked, “Oh. It was pretty good, huh? Had to make it believable.” You giggled, pulling your favorite afghan from the back of the sofa, covering your body with it.

“It was good. They believed it. They also invited us to brunch at Ninnies, you down?” He smiled, nodding his head. “Do you wanna come over and watch Animal Planet with me?” You suddenly blurted. You’d tried to stop yourself, but the words were out before you could.

It was nearly one in the morning, why would he come over just to watch Animal Planet for a few minutes? “Hell yea.” He was out of his bed in a matter of seconds. “I’m always down for Animal Planet.” He threw a hoodie over his head as he closed his bedroom door. “I’m going to hangout at Y/n’s. I’ll be back in an hour or so.” He told Ethan before strolling out of their front door. Moments later, you saw the light from your front porch on your phone screen.

“It’s open, just come in.” You propped your phone up on the arm of the sofa as the front door squeaked open. The loud sound of Graysons slides clapping against the hardwood floors echoed throughout the living room. “Hi.” You smiled at him, ending the facetime call. He lifted your legs off of the sofa and sat down, placing them in his lap.

“Hey.” He grinned at you, slowly dragging his hands up and down your legs. Your belly filled with butterflies as he did so. “So what’s on?” He asked, looking to the tv.

You bit your lip, trying your hardest to ignore the tingles left behind by his hands. “Tanked. They’re having a marathon.” He nodded his head slowly, continuing to trace his hands up and down your blanket-covered legs.

“So what did your parents say after I left?” He asked after the first episode had ended. You chuckled lightly.

The door clicked loudly behind you, your parents stood in the entry way waiting for you to return. Your mother grinned at you as you rolled your eyes at her. “He’s so lovely, Dear! You make a beautiful couple!” With her arms outstretched, she invited you into a big bear hug; your father wrapping his arms around both you and your mother.

“Do you think he could be ‘the one’?” Your father wondered as you pulled away from the hug. “He certainly looks at you like you’re his whole world. I can’t say I see why, though.” He chuckled, ruffling your hair.

The pair of them looked at you quizzically until you answered. “I think he might be. We’ve only been dating for three months, though. I can’t be too sure yet.” Your heart fluttered, as you spoke.

“He adores you, Y/n/n! He loves you. You can tell by the way he smiled at your baby pictures, laughed at your embarrassing stories. The way he kissed you. You don’t kiss someone you don’t love like that.” She smiled warmly at you. You abstained from frowning. Unless you’re a really good actor. You thought to yourself. “And what he said about your babies! They definitely would be cute! Make me a grandma now!” She exclaimed.

“Marry him, Y/n. And soon.” She’d said as she stepped out into the dark summer night.

Your dad chuckled at you mothers craziness and pulled you into one last hug. “I love you, Y/n/n.”

They left seconds later, heading to their hotel.

“Nothing important, really. They like you a lot.” You shrugged. He raised his hand for a high five and you giggled as your hands smacked together. “My mom wants me pregnant. Like right now.”

He laughed loudly, his hands still on your legs. “It’s because of what I said, isn’t it? Our babies would be cute, Y/n. You have to admit.

Nodding your head, you smiled, “The cutest babies. They’d have your eyes, which are so totally gorgeous, by the way. They’d have my amazing charm and wit. Your complexion, because you’ve got really good skin. They’d be super smart. We both know they’d get that from me.” You teasingly winked at him and he scoffed.

“Stop, Y/n. You’re making me want a baby.” He chuckled as he stared into your eyes.

You sighed, a smile dancing upon your lips. “With me?” You asked in a low whisper. You were sure he hadn’t heard you until he nodded. Maybe it was the alcohol you’d had during dinner, or maybe it was because it was late and quiet and you were alone with him, but it happened nonetheless. Your legs were on either side of him in a matter of seconds, your hands cupping his cheeks as you straddled his lap. “Kiss me?” You asked quietly. Like before, you weren’t sure if he’d heard you. But instead of nodding, he answered by attaching his lips to yours, molding together perfectly.

His hand gripped your left butt cheek as you sat on his lap, earning a soft moan from you. He smirked, satisfied with your reaction. “Grayson.” You whined, tugging at the ends of his hair.

You breathlessly pulled away minutes later, resting your forehead on his. He grinned up at you, his chest slowly heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. You blushed, falling back down onto the sofa. Grayson laid between you and the couch, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his cheek against the back of your shoulder.  

“I’m gonna be completely honest…” He said after a few minutes, his voice laced with seriousness. Your heart started to beat faster and a lump formed in your throat. “I was watching Animal Planet before you asked me to come over.” You quietly blew out a breath, feeling your heart slow down significantly.  

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, “How come you didn’t stay home?” You whispered, your eyebrows furrowing.

“If I stayed home, I wouldn’t have gotten to hang out with my girlfriend.” He nudged your shoulder playfully. “I wouldn’t have gotten to kiss her, and grab her ass. Which is very nice, by the way.” You giggled loudly, turning to face him. He placed a soft kiss onto your nose.

You rested your hand on his cheek, “I’m so sleepy, Gray.” You spoke after a couple of minutes passed. He tangled his fingers in your air, making you fall asleep faster. You dozed off minutes later after he pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“Goodnight, Y/n.” He whispered to you as you fell asleep in his arms, just as you had done the first night you really got to know him.

///

“Jesus, not again.” Ethans loud voice rang through the living room, waking you and Grayson. “’I’ll be back in an hour or so’ my ass!”

You sat up on the sofa, untangling yourself from Grayson. “What time is it, Ethan?” You scratched your head and stretched your arms out.

“Eleven-thirty.” He said and your jaw dropped.

“Shit! We were supposed to meet my parents at Ninnies!” You shook Grayson, trying to wake him more.

He urgently sat up, throwing his legs over the edge of the sofa, “I’m gonna go home and change, meet me out front in ten minutes!” He placed a quick kiss to your lips before rushing out of your front door. You lightly ran your thumb over your bottom lip, smiling like a fool.

“What the fuck happened here last night?” He smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“I’ll tell ya all about it when we get home.” You winked at him before heading towards your room to get ready for brunch with your family.


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THIS TOOK ME A WEEK TO WRITE (mainly cause it deleted and i had to restart) BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!! 

@grethansdolans

Say You’ll Want Me Pt. 4

Originally posted by wrestlingsmarkmatty

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

I feel like crying right now because this part is finally done lol. I’m really hoping part 5 comes to me a lot easier, I already have a chunk of it planned out. Anyway, I was planning lots of fluffy smut for this part but it just didn’t happen. I’d rather have no smut than half-hearted smut lol. I do have some planned for the next part though. Thanks for your patience guys <3

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for @pizza-is-my-buziness, five times the news mistakenly thought Daisy and Jemma were dating and the one time they were right (also here on ao3)

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Daisy was taking to long for something that should have been a get in and get out in five minutes type of job.

Jemma tapped her fingers against the steering wheel in frustration, glancing at the building one more time before deciding it was time to go in.

She shivered at the chill in the air when she stepped inside, a huge difference from the all too humid heat outside.

Trailing down the building she finally heard Daisy’s voice.

“Thanks for the support.” Daisy was saying and… signing something?

It took Jemma second to realize that Daisy had been late because she’d been bombarded by what looked like fans. Jemma hid a smile behind her hand, she was happy that Daisy’s accomplishments were getting recognized and no longer branded as criminal but they were running late.

Straightening her face she stepped into the crowd, right up to Daisy. “There you are, now I see why you’re taking so long to get ice cream.” She turned to the crowd, “Sorry folks but we really need to get out of here.”

She took Daisy’s other hand, the one not holding the carton of ice cream they’d been sent out to get and began to walk them to the front of the store to pay.

Jemma caught Daisy’s grin along the way and turned to look at her in confusion, “What?”

Daisy held up their joined hands, “You know what this is going to look like to a bunch of people with camera phones right?”

Jemma gaped for a second and saw the flash of a camera from the corner of her eye. She groaned and tried to drop Daisy’s hand but Daisy caught it again and was looking far too delighted by events, even going so far as waving with the ice cream in her hand.

The next day Jemma woke up to a bunch of news articles sent to her by Daisy on her “superhero’s secret significant other”.

Jemma took a sip of her tea, mouse hovering over the delete option but ultimately she moved it away. There was no harm in keeping it, she needed more pictures of her and Daisy anyway.

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Beauty and the Beast

Anonymous: Hello, I was wondering if I could request a one shot about going on a date with Daisy Johnson? Thank you so much :)

Fandom: Agent of SHIELD
Pairing: Daisy Johnson x reader
Word count: 1.4k

A/N: I’m sorry this has taken so long this has been in my drafts forever BUT here you go :)

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STORY TIME: so we waited about 2+ hours for misha and to get on the gishbus. As luck would have it, my friend Sydney and I made it all the way to the Gishbus queue before misha said he had to catch his flight. Sydney and I got on the bus anyway, and my mom starts texting me saying “come out!! He’s still here!!” So we leave the Gishbus and I’m like “where’s my mom??” TURNS OUT SHE WAS GETTING A PICTURE WITH MISHA. I immediately shout “MOTHER” and run full speed ahead, which misha turned around and laughed at, as you can see in the left picture 😂 we managed to be the last fans to take a picture with him! YAY

anonymous asked:

here's your chance to spread some love! tag your top ten mutuals and name a few things you adore about them! 💓✨

I don’t have ten… but I do have some!

@ellieljade - she is my soulmate. I’ve waxed poetic on her before, but truly. She is my soulmate. She’s become one of my dearest and closest friends. I can tell her anything, whether it’s something serious or something utterly stupid. She listens to me when I need to rant and exchanges ideas with me all day long (when we’re both awake. Stupid time zone differences). She also supplies me with that smut that’s finger licking good. I didn’t even like Tumblr till I got to know her and then we decided to delve into this site to first exchange hundreds (literally hundreds) of pictures of BTS and then it progressed into writing. She’s my biggest fan and supporter. She’s also my neediest reader, too. Yeah, I said it, Nicole. Fite me. I love her so very much. I love being her friend. I love that she got drunk enough one night to suggest a group chat which I felt brave enough to join. My life would be completely and utterly different without her in it. 

@jeonjagiya - Iris is one of my favorites. Our friendship came around through Nicole, actually, and we’ve become pretty damn close. She’s a great listener, giving advice freely but also carrying a fucking huge amount of snark that makes me giggle. She has a way with words that can pull the reader in and practically place them in the scene and it’s simply because she puts so much of herself into writing. I love the way her mind works when she’s working on a fic. If she gets messed up writing it, then we as the readers are bound to suffer. She’s super sweet, deals with assholes all day, and makes me laugh over and over again with her rants.

@btssmutgalore - yet another friendship ultimately brought around by Nicole. Dee is, without a single doubt, one of the most sincerely nicest people you will ever have the pleasure of meeting. Seriously. She’s so kind, always encouraging, and is an absolute delight to chat with. She’s determined to bring Taehyung up on my list, though, so she consistently bombards me with pictures of him. I’m suffering y’all. The way she writes is also phenomenal AND she does so in a second language. She’s so disciplined to have mastered English the way she has and write so freely in it. I’m seriously in awe of her. AND she was pumping out fics left and right on top of being in full-time grad school. Y’all. This woman is amazing. 

@war-of-hormoan - Rams is one of my newest mutuals and friends. I met her through Iris. :) She’s an absolute sweetheart with a mutual love for coffee. She understands how live giving the drink is, so I love her for it. She’s another one of these amazing writers who is able to pop out deliciousness in such a short amount of time. I love the way her mind works, especially when she’ll pop into the chat all, “So, I have another idea…”. It’s hilarious. She’s seriously talented, y’all. I’m excited to continue getting to know her. :)

This turned into a long post, buuuuut. Ah well~.

The Idea Of Marriage

As requested by @j-deering (Sorry it got out of order. Don’t know what happened.) 


“You turned down Casey? Jane, why? I thought you loved him.”

“Maybe I did, maybe I do, but I’m not the marrying type. I don’t think I ever want to get married.”

“Maybe Casey just wasn’t the right person, but I don’t think you’ll never get married.”

“I won’t, Maur. It’s not right for me. I don’t think I’m equipped to handle marriage. Can we just drop it for now. I don’t want to think about it.

👮🏻‍♀️👩🏼‍⚕️

That conversation was nearly a year ago, Jane recalled. That was six months before she started dating Maura. She had meant every word of it at the time. She still did now, didn’t she? If that was true, then why had she just been thinking about it? She couldn’t really be thinking about marriage now. She cast a glance at Maura, who was reading a book at the other end of the couch. Jane smiled. She loved Maura so much. She wanted to spend her life with her.

There was that idea again. Marriage. Jane toyed with it a bit since it was in her head anyways. It didn’t sound so bad. Not much would change, only legally. They lived together already. They could start a family whether they were married or not, though being married might make that part a bit easier. Maura knew how she felt about marriage or at least how she had felt. She wasn’t yet sure if she felt differently about it now.

She had never asked Maura her opinion on the subject. She always assumed she’d be all for it. She pictured her planning a big, fancy wedding, saying elaborate vows that Jane would probably only understand half of. Jane laughed to herself, picturing it all. "Jane, are you okay over there?” Maura had looked her way, probably because Jane had laughed out loud.

“Yeah, Maur, I’m fine. I was just thinking.” Jane went quiet for a moment and Maura went back to her book. “Maur,” Jane interrupted after only a few seconds. “Do you ever think about marriage?”

That was a topic she hadn’t expected from Jane. She looked at her for a moment, trying to read her expression, but no luck. “Are you proposing?” She wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to say, but there it was. She had said it.

Jane looked shocked for a minute, and Maura feared she had just screwed everything up between them. Then Jane seemed to blink off the surprise and the next thing she knew Jane was down on one knee in front of her. “Yeah, I want to marry you, Dr. Isles, if you’ll let me.”

Maura’s grip on her book slipped and it fell on the floor, but neither of them made a move to pick it up. Her hands now free, Maura leaned down to Jane’s level, held Jane’s face in her hands and kissed her. When she pulled away, she gave her reply. “Permission granted, Detective Rizzoli.”