this movie is too red don't touch it take it from me

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Hey guys! I’ve told you before that I’m a writer so this is a hella long post because it’s track-by-track. Unapologetically so. Hope you guys enjoy x 


 This song is a battlecry. The thumping bass brings to mind the heavy thud of wolves paws as they race towards their prey, seeking the trail left by a girl who used to leave her heart open and on her sleeve, ready to be snatched at any moment in a snap of their jaws. But no more. From the moment she clears her throat, we learn this battle will be on Taylor’s terms. It is her fight to win.

This is the first love song she’s released and had complete artistic ownership of in three years. It is no coincidence then that there’s reference to the tortured passions of Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton. They were a couple hopelessly and dangerously in love with many scars carved on their hearts by the other’s knife. This reference is a throwaway to the long list of ex lovers the girl who bathes in diamonds has had but also a reference to the flickers of hope Taylor feels for longevity no matter what with Joe. Their road may be complicated at times but they will get  there because the game is hers. The constant question of ready for it and in response baby let the games begin is so obviously a call of warning to Joe for what lies ahead but perhaps more subtly it is the call of Taylor’s inner voices and heart to her razor sharp self awareness. Is she ready for the games to begin? Is she ready to open her heart and give Joe a chance to be a better man?

TRACK 2: “END GAME” ft. Ed Sheeran & Future:

This song starts off with Taylor’s declaration that she wants to find a forever. It sounds sincere, gentle, wearied, the tone of the too often heartbroken. But then it shifts, it’s like the rose coloured glasses have come off and she’s reminded of her reputation. Then it’s all tongue in cheek sarcastic satire to keep the smile in place so that we don’t see how much it hurts. She has to weigh up every interaction in the context of her reputation. The addition of Ed & Future speaks volumes; one is a time trusted friend who has finally found a bright love of his own but that was not without heartbreak and the other gives her an edgier attitude that makes her self awareness all the more powerful.

There has been a further loss of innocence in this sharpening of her self awareness, gone are the wistful days of “say you’ll remember me”, that’s all I want. Now it’s all “I don’t wanna touch you, I don’t wanna be just another ex love you don’t wanna see.” She can see the fall right from the start but this time she opts out and says unless I’m your end game… because I don’t want to pick up any more pieces of my broken heart.

Also: Shoutout to Ed for his Cherry inspired verse. It made me feel many emotions too. SWEERAN THRIVES.


The girl with the long list of ex lovers is back. However with the casually explicit twist, this narrative seems layered with perceptions and recognition of self-worth, “If a man talks shit, I owe him nothing.” This is drip-feeding the media exactly what they want, she’s stoking the fire herself. But in feeding the fire herself, she’s sending the burning embers back at them. Did you really think the girl who you used as an international rod for slut shaming would stay quiet forever? Nope. She doesn’t care if you burn her like a witch at the stake because she’s already done it. She’s burnt away all of the misplaced guilt and is now revelling in how good they felt in the moment. In fact, watch out she’s blazing with all the fire of a phoenix reborn and you might just get turned to ash.


This & “I Did Something Bad” sound like sister tracks. The girl who jetsets around the world collecting men isn’t quite finished with her tale yet. She reminds us that defining her relationships by their headlines and paparazzi shots is a foolish move because those things are  one-dimensional. Taylor believes in love and this is her way of reminding us that there was love in every escapade of her heart up until now, at least at some point. She’s talking about the heady rushes head spinning intoxication of first glances and hands on skin and it doesn’t matter what the media says about the way she handles relationships because they forget love and that makes you crazy. Maybe in their minds the drug she refers to is not a singular identity but a collective “baby” and to them love will always be something she “uses”. But the heart wants what it wants and Taylor knows that so it doesn’t really matter.


This is the kind of song that happens when you cut the cord that is the boy crazy perception of yourself. You step back into the shadows and disappear so that they can’t find you. You close your heart, lock your doors and rebuild. And then he shows up. This is a cautionary songpp because Taylor can obviously feel sparks but… she’s just started to rebuild and if they find out the wolf hunt begins again. With delicate disbelieving vocals, we see Taylor start to realise that he can’t possibly want to gain anything from her reputation because it’s so bad… The wheels turn in her head. I imagine the realisation, “Wait so he must like me for me?” With the beat drop comes hope. Details are slowly given and then he stays. He doesn’t run so Taylor gives him pieces of herself; confessions thoughts and then her brain catches up with her mouth and the wheels come to a grinding halt: Her inner monologue screams it was too much too fast. We’ve all been there. It’s too delicate. No going back now. It’ll break and I’ll be left alone. Maybe one day I’ll find someone who doesn’t walk away, one day too.


The world tore a girl to shreds, made her play the fool on tilted stages. She retreated and rebuilt. Now the fool is dead. From here on out, she only trusts her army. With high heeled boots, red lips and words as sharp as daggers, she’s cutting herself a path. She is taking no prisoners and she’s accompanied by a savage snake because she and her army will always be better at the game. When she’s finished hunting down your asses, she’ll sit back on her throne with a high pitched giggle and say, “oh look what you made me do.”


When people are watching, you have to be careful. Cover your tracks. Taylor doesn’t leave her heart open or on display anymore. But then they leave. The door shuts. You lock it with a key and the crashing chemistry you’ve been trying to deny slams into your ribs, knocking the breath out of you. It’s stolen kisses, careless touches, reckless chasing of the high. Body language is a fluency all its own. But a quick reminder before you unlock the door and venture out again; wash the lipstick off your face. *clears throat* you got a little caught up in the moment and you don’t want to blow your cover!


 The childish proclamation of the title to begin this next glimpse into Reputation  is hinting at the satirical inner monologue that this song is , reminiscent of the times you write your crush’s  last name instead of your own to see how it fits. It’s all giggles and late night phone calls, the kind Taylor most likely had with Abigail where they talked real slow because it was late and their mamas didn’t know (: However, it could also serve as a projection of the runaway daydream that fills Taylor’s mind from that very first night when she stumbles home alone to her cats, of what a possible future might look like (with kids one day) The lazy liquor loosened rhythms of Taylor’s thoughts tell us things she hasn’t admitted fully yet but will soon on nights at 4am staring at her reflection  in the bathroom mirror, telling herself the bravest thing she ever did was run - that this gorgeous  swoonworthy British boy with his careless touches and drawling accent has awakened the possibility of something better. This realisation rattles Taylor as she contemplates the gaps in her current relationship. *cue wistful sighs of frustration and enchantment, set to the dialogue of every teenage movie where the girl thinks the boy is just too good looking, how unfair is that?


The thing about any movie that has a getaway car scene is that they inevitably crash…. And that’s exactly what happens here. Except, the carnage is human hearts. She was running. There was a person she crashed into. It gets all blurred and tangled, she thinks she’s free but the thing about those movies is that the thing you ran from in the getaway car catches up to you particularly if there’s a track you can follow. Oceans of distance weren’t enough, darling. You needed to disappear. And I think she realises that  but she tries to pretend innocence and will the sunset closer. Unfortunately  the only real  way to untangle yourself is to disappear crying in the back of a getaway car in the dead of night. Without a word. That must have hurt a lot.


This song happens in tandem with Delicate. She’d sworn off love. Joe turned up. The British boy with the heart of gold who made his American queen believe. He made behind closed doors a paradise of rooftop nights. Before she knows it, he is every love story Taylor has ever daydreamed of. The line “is this the end to all the endings” made my heart swell because it’s clear Taylor hopes he’s the one. Please let there be no more heartbreak.


Dancing is supposed to be a joyous thing and maybe it was in the beginning. You can reassure with every beat. Sometimes your gut instinct shouldn’t be ignored though  because it does raise red flags. The door only needs to be fractionally ajar for the hunters to find a way in and set your paradise aflame. It sometimes doesn’t matter how much you dance to escape the flames, they will catch you. You will get tired. Dancing is a bliss that is euphoria swimmimg through your veins if the beat enters your bloodstream in the right moment; you feel like you could live forever. And in the end no matter how much it might hurt to walk away again, you would still dance for just another kick of that rush.


Taylor’s caught up in the chemical rush. Every syllable drips with lust and the glory of the high when your hearts crash into each other, slamming the breath from between your ribs. It’s hands in hair and I don’t care what they think. It’s seeing the worst (hi bleachella) and still wanting. It’s realising you made mistakes before this and why didn’t you just do this from the beginning because it feels so good now you can’t ever have imagined wanting anything else. But every mistake is a marker in the roadmap and you woke up just in time to find where you needed to be.


I think everyone’s been in this situation, right? Someone burns you and it hurts but in the fun of a party, you click and connect again and it all starts to feel like water under the bridge. Maybe there was over-reacting happening. You throw them a second chance. Redemption. You’re the nice girl and you make excuses. But then they do it again, maybe it takes a couple of things and suddenly it’s too much. You lock the gate for your own safety. But they still expect you not to care. To flash a smile and forgive. I’m sorry. That’s not happening. You get hurt when I push back. I guess I should forgive you because we both threw stones. But… that would require me to mean it. Whoops, *laughs manaically* I can’t even say it with a straight face!!!

PS: It’s not too obvious I have personal experience with this song is it? Thanks KS x.


This song is difficult for me to process because I never thought it would actually happen. I seem to remember somewhere along the way, a couple of years back, Taylor expressing frustration that she couldn’t seem to write happy songs about being in love like Ed Sheeran could. Well, I wish you could go back Taylor and tell yourself what you know now.

This song is a three minute ode to happy love. It’s smiles so wide you might split your face in half at the thought of that person. It’s blushing and shy giggles and bursts of song and twirls and all caps texts from your girls as they collectively lose their minds over how happy you are. This is every love story and fairytale Taylor has ever wanted but the wolves are always waiting, not so easy to outrun. 

Taylor says it herself in the  opening lines. She was done. The castle had crumbled. The bricks left bruises blooming on her exposed skin. People were tearing her down and she was hurting. Her heart had been shattered but so had her soul, again and again, relentlessly. And then she retreated, went silent and rebuilt. What she didn’t count on was love. A man who saw all the bruises and broken pieces and said it’s OK, I can still find the real you under all that. Taylor like so many of us looked in the mirror and saw all the danger for herself and for Joe, tried to push him away, keep him safe. That’s a very noble action but breaking your own heart so it doesn’t hurt as much when you feel like the other shoe is going to drop requires apathy from the other person. And Joe, god bless you, you didn’t let her push you away. You broke down her walls and showed you that starlight love does still exist. You loved her for Taylor. The person. You got her to give love a chance when she swore never again so thank you so much for that. I can’t really express how much that means to all of us. 

 This is an anthem of hope for every person who has ever been broken and is in the process of putting pieces back together. It can be done. We will find love. We will be radiantly happy again. We will be the strongest we’ve ever been. 

PS: *leans over to whisper in Taylor’s ear*

I think you’re finally clean…


Piano on the final track… This is an ode of pure hope and happiness, a fitting final chapter to a remarkable story. Everyone wants the glory of the midnights and the lover who will be in their bloodstream like the party. But what we all hope for is someone who stays long enough to help us clean up the bottles on New Years Day. Someone who makes us feel like the messy unfiltered parts look like a highlight reel. Good times and bad times and all in between. They won’t leave. You found him. Forever.

This album is fucking brilliant Taylor. I love you. Proud x.

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gaylittleluthor  asked:

HEY for the fall prompts idea! Lena and Kara Halloween dress up party! Maybe Kara dresses up as a puppy and Lena dresses up as a witch? Basically just some cute Halloween party, maybe Kara convinces Lena to do a cute "friends" costume (which is actually a couples costume)...I don't know just cute fall Halloween fun!

The party is a yearly tradition. Kara’s idea. The inviting Lena this time? Definitely Alex’s idea.

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anonymous asked:

Would you be open to writing something with Mulder helping Scully with something wonderfully domestic long before they become involved? Like moving house, fixing the sink, paining the apartment...UST!

I absolutely loved this prompt - thank you so much, anon! I hope you like it. Set between Redux and Detour. 

Tagging @fictober and @today-in-fic

“Mulder, what are you doing this weekend?“ There is no reason to be nervous, Scully reminds herself as she presses the phone against her ear and winds the cord tightly around her finger. It’s just Mulder.

"Not much. Shoot some hoops, maybe. Why, do you have any tantalizing x-files lying around, Scully?" He chuckles at his own, really not so funny, joke. 

"No, I could just use your… help. For something.” The cord bites into her skin leaving a red mark. Scully considers hanging up the phone and claiming she was high on painkillers. 

“My help? Always, Scully. What do you need me to do?”

“Only if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Scully, come on. What is it?”

“I need to paint my bedroom and the doctor said I should refrain from strenuous activities so-”

“He’s right, Scully. You’re barely out of the hospital. I’ll gladly help you, but don’t you think it’s too soon?” Scully gnaws on her lip. That’s exactly what her mother said, too. If it were up to her, Scully would spend the next few weeks or even months in a bed recuperating. Having ditched certain death, all Scully wants is to do things. Live. Because it’s the one thing she thought she’d never get to do again. She beat cancer. Clearly, she can paint her bedroom.

“I’m fine, Mulder.” He groans in frustration on the other end of the line. “I really am. I know I have to take it slowly and I’m doing that. I just need to paint that wall.” He is quiet for a moment, a tell-tale sign that he’s thinking. Scully imagines him licking his lips trying to come up with the right words. She is not ready to spill her secret just yet. The reason why the paint job can’t wait.

“What time should I come over?”


Saturday morning and the hardware store is crowded. Mulder listlessly pushes their cart along the broad aisles and she has to grab it a few times to prevent a collision with another cart or person.

“You didn’t tell me we still had to buy the paint.” Mulder sounds like a moody child and Scully is about to tell him to stop being such a baby when he abruptly comes to a standstill. It’s too late to stop herself from crashing into him.

“Mulder, what!”

“Scully, look at this,” her eyes follow Mulder’s pointing finger, “what do you think?" 

"It’s cut lumber, Mulder.” He nods, staring at the cut pieces and panels as if they were extraterrestrial entities. Scully briefly wonders when Mulder has last stepped foot in a hardware store. Or if he ever has.

“I could build you a new kitchen cabinet.” His voice is more excited about that prospect than it should be.

“Nothing is wrong with my kitchen cabinet, Mulder. I am very happy with my furniture. What we need is paint.” She tugs at his sleeve and he starts moving again. As if she’d ever let Mulder alone with a hammer and nails. They spend enough time in and out of hospitals as it is. 

They make it to the paint aisle without further disruption. Mulder stares at Scully, at the colors and back at her. 

“I think I should stick with white. What do you think, Mulder?" 

"You really don’t want to ask me about colors.” Mulder’s finger traces a soft aquatic color and then turns to her. There’s a soft, almost shy smile on his face. “Reminds me of your eyes. But uhm, that’s probably not the color you want in your bedroom.” He clears his voice. Scully, touched yet slightly embarrassed, lets his comment slide and moves on to the whites. 

“Silver Feather or Morocco Sand.” She mumbles, examining the colors closely.

“Scully, it’s the same color. They’re both white!”

“No, they’re not. Look,” Scully is interrupted by another couple, matching grins and clothes, apparently hoping for some advice, “the Morocco Sand is a touch darker.”

“Silver Feather works great in bedrooms,” the woman tells them with a wink, “reflects the morning sunlight just beautifully.”

“I think I want Morocco Sand, Mulder.” Scully mumbles quickly and pushes Mulder to get the cans. The couple keeps moving to the reds and Scully takes a deep breath. 

“Are you sure, Scully? I think Silver Feather looks really nice.”

“You just said they looked the same!”

“I was wrong. Let’s buy Silver Feather." She doesn’t object.


Scully feels as if she’s in a movie. In one of Mulder’s videos that aren’t his. She watches as Mulder, shirtless and with low-riding jeans, moves the furniture in her bedroom. Moaning from the physical exertion. The play of his back muscles as he puts protective plastic on the ground is mesmerizing. 

"Should we get started?" He stands in front of the naked wall, hands on his hips. Scully nods, her mouth slightly open. Water. She needs a glass of water. Ice cold. 

"Do you- are you thirsty, Mulder?”

“Oh yeah.” He basically groans. Scully walks into the kitchen, heat following her, and when she pours the glasses, Mulder is suddenly close behind. Scully almost lets go of the glass but quickly recovers and pushes it into his hands. Her fingers brush against his hot, naked chest. Mulder gulps down the water and grins at her.

“Let’s get this paint on the wall, Scully.”

It turns out Mulder puts as much energy into painting a wall as he does in everything else he considers important. She tried to help but Mulder makes her take a break every five minutes. ‘I’ve got this, Scully,’ he told her, ‘sit down and relax. You can watch and criticize.’ She tries to find fault in his brush strokes, but he seems to know what he’s doing. So instead Scully looks for her old radio, dusts it off, and soon soft music fills the room. Whenever a song comes on Mulder likes, he starts whistling, badly. Then Elvis starts singing. Mulder lets go of the pain brush, turns to Scully who sits cross-legged on the plastic, half reading a medical journal. Mulder offers her his hand.

“Dance with me.”

“What?” She laughs.

“Just one dance, Scully. Please. It’s Elvis!” She puts her hand in his, convinced. Small drops of paint are splattered on his arms and his chest. His still very naked chest. Scully loses herself in the warmth of his skin, the feel of his muscles. Her thin cotton shirt is the only barrier between their chests, barely there at all. Her hands are on his back, skin touching skin. 

“Hmm, you gotta love Elvis.” Mulder croons into her ear, his hands on her back drawing small circles. She wishes she’d put on a bit more weight already. He must be able to feel her ribs against his fingertips. Scully makes a mental note to have a big lunch, maybe something with fries. Mulder, she is certain, won’t need to be convinced.

The melody picks up and Mulder doesn’t miss a beat, twirls them around. He laughs at her and the sound is so infectious that she giggles, hides her face against his chest. Suddenly he dips her and Scully squeals. Her eyes, upside down, land on that spot on the wall. She one she wanted to forget. The one that started the whole thing. The music stops, Scully stands upright, tries not to let Mulder see her change in mood.

“Scully? Are you all right? Are you dizzy? I didn’t think. I’m so sorry.”

“No, Mulder. That’s not…” Scully stares at the wall again. The smallest imperfection in a sea of white. 

“What is it?” His voice is soft and she knows the exact moment he sees it. Mulder crouches down, the plastic rustling under him. He touches his finger to the spot, now a pale, distorted orange color. Scully hugs herself, feeling cold. 

“What… what…” But Mulder doesn’t finish his sentence, whatever it is.

“One night,” Scully takes a deep breath, “one night my nosebleed was so bad. I didn’t see anything. It was everywhere. I crashed into the wall, I think, trying to get to the bathroom. I didn’t see the blood on the wall until later and then it was too late." 

"Oh Scully." 

"I didn’t want to look at it anymore. Be reminded of it. I know it’s stupid but-”

“It’s not stupid. It’s not stupid at all.” Mulder picks up the paint brush and dips it into the can. Then he hands it to Scully. Soft white droplets drip to the floor as he waits for her to take it. Her hand is unreasonably shaky as she reaches for it. Mulder doesn’t let go and she eyes him, a questioning look on her face.

“Let’s start a new chapter, huh?” He asks her. Scully nods and together they paint over the blood, over the past until it shimmers silvery white and new.

entredormidaydespierta  asked:

MAYRA I JUST HAD A HEADCANON have you seen this Spider-Man movie where Gwen was played by Emma Stone? I don't want to spoil you if you haven't but it would be so great for a sonamy moment

The one where she dies? (Watch Scene Clip) Ahh… well, I hope you don’t mind, I have an alternative idea that will still touch on this, but maybe more of a happy and dramatic ending ^^


Sonic Forces concept writing


Shadow held the spent Amy by her throat, doing as he was told by Infinite. Over a large, carved like an earthquakes crevice drop that would surely be the end of it.

“NOO!!” Sonic powered up, his super form sparking to life as he sped forward, leaving the sides of both Gadget (Custom Chara) and Classic Sonic.

Infinitely lightly chuckled a mock, looking down as he saw the yellow stream blazing through the dark reds emanating from the crevices where his cubes power were already in effect upon the dimensions of the world.

Not only were the dark, murky colors of the dirt and steely, collapsing buildings around them proof enough of Eggman’s horrible rein, but only more so reflecting the world Infinite would create… If not stopped…

Eggman was nothing more than a puppet show! A fraud for Infinite’s real purposes.

A fake napoleon.

Eggman, on his knees, hands out to support him, lowered his head at seeing the scene.

Sure, he wanted to kill Sonic… but not… not like this.

He quickly got up, gripping and struggling to get a Chaos Emerald out of Chaos’s hands.

“You stupid, waterballoon!” He kept struggling, getting tossed back and forth as he did so, before Chaos whacked him away, and he fell back; turning to land on his belly and arms.

He heaved in heavy breaths, before getting up, his face swarmed with guilt. “I didn’t want any of this… I wanted an Eggman empire… not the deaths of my only… GRAH!” he smashed his fist against the ground and got up again. “Sonic may not be able to keep his super form for long without that emerald. And I’ll be DARNED if I let some other fool take over my dream!” he strode back to Chaos, before stopping… and slamming a fist into the side of his face.

“I’ll take down a God… if that means I can take over the world another day. I won’t be erased from all time and space! Dimensions mean nothing to me if I’m dead!”

While that was happening, Infinite shook his head, “You could have been the greatest puppet of all, Sonic… this dimension… their dimensions… All could have been one under my perfect order…” He opened out his arms, looking up to the clouds that pierced a red sunlight.

The cubes… formed around him, before starting to glow as he narrowed his one eye, not shifting off of Sonic’s approaching figure.

                                                 “…Drop her…”

“SHADOW!!!” Sonic’s eyes widened, making it up there before a wall of cubes spiraled towards him, forming a wall and then shifting into a monster, smashing him against itself and then swiping him away with an unearthly cry.

“AH!” Sonic was flung back, already weakened without the other Emeralds.

“Sha…Shadow…” Sonic’s head fidgeted as he raised it, one eye closed and the other half open. He cringed at the pain, his friends already useless in being able to help him… everyone doing what they could… but this was his fight…

Classic stepped forward, realizing…

He may not save the girl.

In a split-moment of panic, Classic raced forward, breaking sound barriers as he curved his step and ran along the side of the crevices.

He wouldn’t let that happen.

No friend was being lost.

Or left behind.

Shadow’s red stripes glowed, the same color as the cubes.

He loosened his grip.

Infinite lowered his head.

Amy started to twitch, waking up…. just barely…

“SHADOW!” Sonic gripped the ground, before yanking his head forward.

                                           “SHE’S MY MARIA!!!

Shadow’s eyes widened as his hand was fully released from Amy’s throat..

She started to fall, as his eyes shook at that name.

He gripped his head, suddenly in great pain, as he wobbled side to side, gritting his teeth in the intesnity of the pain… the memory…

“What… what is this..?!!?!!? AHHHH!!!” He threw back his arms and cried out in pain, as a cube… slowly was being tugged and pushed out of his chest…

Infinite, realizing his control was loosening, turned back in a sharp movement, his eye scanning for understanding…


How was he freeing himself!?

The painful cry was met with a relief of breath, as Shadow’s shoulders fell forward along with his head, swaying as the cube was taken out of him through sheer will power… and then he turned to the edge.

He jumped to try and catch her, but her hand just barely slipped from his grasp.

Sonic’s power overwhelmed the area, as his yellow glow burst forth as he charged infinite.

Classic arched himself and jumped back, having moved too far passed Amy and grabbed her, trying to race up while having both arms on just one of hers.

Her head fell before she flinched in pain, and looked up, wearily.

Struggling to run backwards on a rocky terrain that kept crumbling under him, and the steepness of the edge’s wall to boot… he was slipping…

In that moment, he lost his grip, and Amy started to fall.

Classic jumped for her, straining to reach her…

There was a crash, a whiplash… as suddenly a flash of light caught the recoiled bounce.

Shadow had watched Sonic fighting Infinite and his many creations with the cubes that were once controlling him, and looked to see Eggman struggling with Chaos, having a cube in him as well, glowing red…

He glared, and bite down as he skated over at light speeds, and literally dashed through chaos, pulling the emerald and cube out of him before flashing away, grabbing Classic under his arm.

Gadget, seeing Chaos grow weak, gripped the shard of the Master Emerald in his hand and raced up, sliding to then jam the shard into Chaos.

Chaos let out a piercing ring, before being absorbed back into it, and Gadget pushing his two hands against the shard, holding him in with force until he could fully be sealed into the reformed Master Emerald.

Shadow held up the Chaos Emerald, using Chaos Control to bring them both to safety, before realizing something…

Super Sonic let out a huge blast, “I’ll never let you take over this dimension… or any other one… this world… is meant to be free! And I’ll keep it that way… forever!” he spread his arms out after charging up, and with Gadget placing the last piece into Knuckles’s Master Emerald… him having held his arms up to complete the transformation…

The true power of Chaos swarmed into Sonic without measure, as the blast was engulfed the area, denigrating the cubes completely, like an atomic bomb, only destroying that which was close by, leaving a crater.

“GAAAHHH!!!” Infinite’s eye was the last to go… (I’m skipping the epic boss battle, as you can see. lol)

Sonic, coming back with his arms resting down at his sides, suddenly bolted up to stop the rift in dimensions, pulling it back together with Classic’s help, who had turned super but… his face…

Sonic hadn’t noticed.

The teams cheered when they saw the giant, glowing rift in the sky suddenly pulled back together, and Sonic gave a weary fist to Classic, waiting for a victory fist bump.

“A well deserved victory, little buddy. Thanks for taking care of Amy for me.”

Classic turned his head.

“…Buddy..?” Sonic tilted his head, trying to see Classic’s face.

Seeing the profound frown,… then his head and eyes dipping down…

He panicked, leaning back and looking down where Shadow and some of his friends were starting to gather…

up against a building, seeming to have been crashed into previously… Amy lay motionless..

Shadow went to check the pulse, as Tails quickly ran ahead of everyone, and looked down by her side.

Super Sonic dipped down, before pulling back, “No…” His hand shook, as his eyes widened in horror.

Shadow removed his hand… looking to Tails, he shook his head and lowered it in respects.

Tails stepped back… before looking to Amy, and then dropping to his knees.

Eggman and Knuckles, holding the newly made Master Emerald, made their way over with Gadget, who’s face scanned the scene, and then frowned while his shoulders bounced in grief.

Sonic slowly drifted down, before moving over to replace Shadow, and touching her face.

His head moved down to her and then back to her face, as if still in denial. “Amy… Amy you gotta hold on.”

Tails turned his head away, not going to say anything against the words.

The team all began to mourn, as Rouge held a hand over her mouth, realizing…

Blaze turned away, her fists shaking, as Silver held a hand over his face and lowered it.

Shadow… turned around….

“Come on, Ames… we won! We won, dang it!” He shouted out, his head fully ducked, as Classic flew down on the opposite side, looking over Amy again, before lowering his ear to her chest.

“Amy… you said… you said you wanted to tell me something…”

Classic looked up, his eyes glossy…

Sonic’s eyes were covered in darkness, but his mouth trembled.

“I… had something to tell you too.”

Eggman lowered one side of the Master Emerald.

“Don’t you even start, Eggman…” Knuckles warned with vicious reality… “Not now.. not ever again.”

“You don’t understand.” Eggman knelt down and then put a hand to the Master Emerald.

“If Chaos can return..”

Shadow shifted himself, “What nonsense are you trying again!?”

“Listen to me! I don’t want her to die as much as you! Summon Chaos!”

“He can only destroy, what good could-”

But Tails, in his tears and anguish, was cut off from scolding Eggman when Chaos did emerged from the Master Emerald, walking out, and heading towards the scene.

In an absolute, regal manner… he made his way over to Amy, and lightly touched Sonic’s shoulder.

Still not speaking, Sonic moved for him, and Classic watched as Chaos knelt down, and slowly began to place his clawed hand to her forehead.

He slowly gestured it down…

A glow of green light started to fly around in little balls..

The balls started to make their way out, and everywhere the bubbles touched, life began, and the city was made new, like ripples in water.

“I.. I don’t understand…” stumbling as he turned around, Silver watched in amazement as the entire war-torn landscape was replaced with a beautiful nature panorama.

“If Chaos can destroy…” Blaze suddenly spoke up, also in awe, as she then gently lowered her eyes to the Sonics and the laying Amy…

“Maybe… he can even destroy destruction itself.”

Eggman sighed in tension, his voice wavering on the breath as he rubbed and squeezed his hands together.

Sonic leaned forward, looking squarely at Amy before closing his eyes and touching his forehead to hers…

The lights continued, as Tikal’s voice suddenly rose the Master Emerald, as it glowed in a beautiful light.

“Even Chaos.. the God of Destruction himself.. can destroy it’s very self and creations… all of them… including death.”

The bubbles suddenly rushed into Amy, all at once, as Chaos stood up, and moved back.

The world was beautiful, fixed, giving new life…

And that’s when Sonic waited the longest he’d ever held still in his life…

Under his forehead… he felt a shift and a rush of a air, as Amy sucked in a fresh breath of life.


Roll credits!

Lol nah, I’m playing~

The shift sent everyone’s eyes to Amy, smiles returning, as anxious bodies gathered and started to excitedly move and jitter around her.

She slowly moved her head, before blinking her beautiful, weakened eyes open.


Classic smiled, before she shifted her gaze to Sonic, still glowing…

Her vision was blurry, as she squinted, and then started to cry.

“You were right.” she admitted, pulling an arm over her eyes as she leaned her head back against the side of the building’s wall.

“I couldn’t save everyone.”

She started to softly cry before Sonic moved her arm.

“No, Amy… I was wrong.”

She blinked, seeming to maybe be aware she had died, but no one was sure…

“We couldn’t have stopped him… not fully… if I didn’t lose you.” His voice cracked in a lost moment of pain, his eyes glossed before he pulled himself down and tightly embraced her.

“I will never let you suffer for my mistakes again… I promise.”

He looked up then, “All of you!” He scanned his friends, as Gadget breathed a heavy breath.

“I won’t let his happen again, not now-” He picked Amy up, holding her close as he seriously spoke with intensity and sincerity in his eyes. 

Not ever.”

Tails was the first to break out in joy.

Then the rest starting cheering.

Classic sighed in relief, before getting up and floating over to Amy, looking down at her happily and then hugging her forehead before ‘thumbs up’ing Sonic, and then taking off into the small piece of light that was still rifted through the skies.

He waved to his friends, and then happily curled up to spin into it; having it close behind him, once he was fully within.

Sonic looked up, before back down in all the cheering to Amy, and happily held her close to his face, smiling.

She put her cheek up to the side of his face and smiled too, before looking over his shoulder.

He thought that odd and followed the action, looking to her… and then Shadow.

Shadow… was departing.

He looked down at a burnt cube… somehow having survived… and glared.

He crushed it under his foot, before walking on as the ash took it’s place.

Amy and Sonic watched in silence through the cheering, before Amy turned to Sonic, still watching.

“Would you have become like him..?”

He relaxed his eyes, giving it some thought.

“Yes.” he lightly spoke, and turned back to her. “If I really did lose you.. I would have done everything in my power… just like he did…”

She stared into his eyes, seeing no joking or mocking of any kind.

“Sonic..” her voice almost broke through the love emoted in speaking his name, shaking her head but never losing sight of him.

They touched foreheads again, before Eggman cleared his throat, and Sonic’s eyes flashed open, before slowly rolling them to Eggman, glaring so intensely he actually stepped back a moment.

He rubbed his hands together, smiling sheepishly.

“So… hehe, now that the world’s all good again and what not from Chaos’s magical ‘cancellation’ powers,… ehem. Think we could put our differences behind us?” He held out his hand, a truce?

Sonic stared at the hand, then back up to him.

He nervously started sweating, “Eh-heh… Oh, come on, Sonic! You and your little friends saved the universe! Dimensions are praising your name right now and what? You’re too cool to let me admit I’m being man enough to let bygones be bygones? A-Amy.. You tell him. You’re with me right? Forgiven and all that jazz?” The second he motioned his case to Amy, Sonic’s glare intensified and her head ducked down to hide a bit as he suddenly rose up in the air, and dropped kicked him.

Freaking out, Eggman shrieked a moment and ran off, zig-zagging like a idiot before shaking his fist.

“I’ll win next time, Sonic! You’ll see! and this time, the only casualty will be your death! Hehe!… instead of my pri-i-i-ideeee!!!” he whined, racing off.

Sonic huffed through his nose, “And good riddance. We’ll see about that, Egghead!”

Amy giggled, before Sonic turned back with a pleasant smile, closing his eyes for a moment before walking back to the gang.

*As camera is moving away*

“Um…Sonic? Not that I mind or anything but… y-you can let me go now.”

“Not a chance.”

“O-Oh?” Amy, in statement, blushed at how he said it.

“I’m never letting you slip out of my arms again. Sorry, Amy. But you’ll just have to kick back here for a while.”

Amy smiled, lowering her eyelids, completely swooning, but also perhaps, understanding why he was saying this.

“I don’t mind in the slightest… Sonic… My hero~” she lowered her head to his shoulder, as he looked down a moment in fondness before speaking to everyone, some wanting to really check on Amy and make sure she was actually still alive and alright.

The world… was never the same again.

(it’s a concept in some of the ideas for story. I highly doubt it will happen, but I manipulated the idea to one of the many concepts I’ve had for the game :) hope you enjoy! Stole some of Eggman’s actions from Hades too at the end there, lol! From Disney’s Hercules xP)

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Anon asked : “I know you do not write smut but can you pretty please do a Jimin scenario where you tease him and decides to punish you? Love your writing ^-^” 


PAIRING: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Implied smut??? with lots of teasing

Word count: 965 

A/N: I don't know how I wrote this, I am sort of surprised myself but I hope you like it anon!


You tease Jimin during movie night but he knows just how to punish you and rile you up which leaves you wanting for more


He smiled against your skin, aware of the effect he was having on you. “I haven’t even warmed up yet baby and you’re coming undone?” 


Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

“Ouch” you hissed as Jimin lightly bit your collarbone. His tongue smoothed over the same spot making you moan with pain accompanied by pleasure. He chuckled deeply before roughly capturing your lips in a kiss. It was hard and fiery. His tongue invaded your mouth and he tasted strawberries and oranges. He let out a guttural groan in your mouth as your teeth lightly grazed his tongue. “Are you sure you want to be doing this right now?” he questioned with a raised brow as he dug his nails into your waist, slightly exposing your skin as the fabric lifted up.

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anonymous asked:

OMG more of foster mom Jyn and teacher Cassian pleaseee if you don't mind

pt i   pt ii

This one has some mentions of bullying, some discussion of racism, and references to a child beating up another child, so.

There’s a system, in their apartment. Jyn wakes up last, comes home last, and eats last, and she’s more than okay with that, if she stops to think about it. She spent so much time, as a teenager, in and out of juvenile detention and foster homes and a sixteen month stint of homelessness, not being sure if she was going to eat every day; she’s more than glad to make sure Finn and Rey eat before she does, and sleep before she does.

“You act like an angry mama cat,” Bodhi says one weekend. He’s come over for lunch and to take Finn out to the movie theater, as a Big Brother does. “You stare at them while they eat.“

“I want to make sure they have food.”

“They do, you know. Even if you’re terrible at cooking.”

Jyn doesn’t look up from her book. “What’s your point?”

 “Maybe hold off on the staring?” Bodhi says. “It worries people. They think you’re going to tear their faces off.”

Right now, though? She wants to tear faces off.

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Hi Anon! I know you were feeling super down lately and you wanted a quick Starco thing. I had my friend @elladoodles pick the prompt, which was “Marco braiding and playing with Star’s hair” and “Marco sneaking in to her room in Mewni for wholesome movie time.”


Star peers at him from behind her bedroom door she’s opened only partially to stick her head out of. It’s late and she’s tired between wand practice with her mother and fighting with him. She’s still pretty annoyed – their argument in the back of her head practically all day, thereby making training difficult. She really just wants to sulk in bed for the rest of the night, but he’s standing at her doorway and she really can’t bring herself to tell him to leave.

He smiles down at her, sheepish and nervous, the laptop he’s brought along with him tucked under his arm and a movie in the other. She raises an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

“I…uh,” Marco brings the movie he holds up as a sort of peace offering, looking around at the castle hall to avoid her gaze. “I was thinking, um, maybe if you weren’t busy that – uh,” Star’s head tilts a bit, confused, because he’s not usually so uneasy around her, even after a fight (Though, my crush on him may have changed that a bit, she thinks sadly). He hesitates, taking a deep breath, finally meeting her eyes. “Would you wanna watch a movie with me? It is Friendship Thursday, so maybe you and I could…” He trails off, hopeful, as Star pulls the door open further.  

She takes the DVD from his outstretched hand. “What’s it about?”

“It’s about a dumb guy that screws up and wants to make it up to his best friend.”

Star stares at the cover. “That’s what happens in Captain America?”

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Movie Nights Are New

Little Fic for sin-tastein art!

“Which one should we watch the first or second?” “Just bloody pick one before I change my mind.”

The bluenette scrambles his decision before thrusting the rejects away messily on the tv stand, gently cleaning the disc before popping the sucker in. Looking back he smiles as Murdoc stretches his arms behind the ratty old couch stained from years of damage and made his way over. It wasn’t often he partook in one of his Grotesque films, if anything thing it was once in a blue moon, But he wasn’t going to complain if it meant doing something other than sweating over a torn up note pad in a room full of smoke.

Pressing play Murdoc gives a guff of acknowledgment towards the movie, scooting over a tad for his singer to sit by. As the movie starts up he gives a small smirk to the familiar soundtrack used for their very song A1.

“So unfulfilling, I was waiting for the drums to kick in” Murdoc announces quietly causing 2D to give a slight chuckle.

This is nice he says to himself as he catches glimpse at the other, tuned in fully to the story that’s been unwound a million times, noticing the soft heat emanating at his side,clenching up at certain scenes. No sound other than the blaring vintage disc as all bandmates were tucked away to their own devices.

“That’s you, your bub.” Stuart says out of nowhere pointing to the zombie chained on screen.

It takes Murdoc a second to comprehend what was said through his half sober mind but when he does he jerks his head to 2D in offense, watching as the singer laughed maniacally at his own joke.

“I’m sorry, i-it’s I know it’s not that Funny, but I cant its just so stupid that i’m picturing it” “Dents?” The Satanist asks with a subtle calm “Yeah?” “Shut the fuck up” “Im trying im sorry!” He yells again with more laughter than the last causing the Bassist to smile in return, leaning closer to the giggling mess.

Thirty minutes in and he grows bored and fidgety, noticing the man more closely at his side,when his breathing hitched in surprise, when his pulse speed fast, his senses were overpowered by butterscotch. He wondered if he noticed it too? He asked himself stealing another glance towards the man in question.

Not a chance this guy is balls deep in he replied to himself in defeat as he watches the horror junkie stare wide eyed at the screen.

He adjusts his posture hoping to reel Stuart back in but to no advances, there was a movement but only just a tad before he was sucked in again to the film. Biting his lip in irritation Murdoc leans down to his ear and gives a breathy whisper to the other, a smirk upon his lips.

“Im hungry.”

Dents looks to him in wonder There we- Before handing him the popcorn bowl with a smile. Go..

Numbingly taking the bowl he stares into the half eaten mess, dissociating for a good minute or two before asking himself what the hell happened.

Twenty minutes remaining and no such luck, In fact he gave up fifteen minutes ago (he knows, he’s been counting) and like always waiting was pure hell. He Rested his elbows on his knees in defeat,dragging his hands along his face while the Songbird relaxed against the back,arms behind his head. How long was this movie again?

He debated every so often if he should just put things in action, yet every time he looked to see the man happily enjoy the apocalyptic fantasy even he couldn’t pull him away. So like whatever man was left he waited, looking to the blue tuned dark hair in the low light room. His eyes traveled down the skinny frame leaving his mind open to all the pretty sounds to be made once you hit the right spot, if you touched the right places. Sitting, waiting, hardening.


Eyes blurred bloodshot to the screen as he watched the credits roll, feeling the Bluenette stretch his arms with a satisfied grunt.

“I don't know, I think the Night of living dead was better, jus got that- you know? That old horror movie vibe, It's all black in white?” Stuart says looking over to Murdoc for input.

Murdoc sits up and looks over to Stuart tiredly as the Singer gives a toothless smile.

“You hungry? We could get some fried chicken or somef-”

The hobgoblin interrupts his question by yanking him close, attacking him with a lust filled kissed to the cushions below.

‘Ow Mudz!,mudz..” Stuart chimes with a warning of his teeth,breathing the name a second time around.

He minded his teeth to only graze, using mostly his tongue to get the job done. Murdoc encouraged his front man to wander,smiling at the hands starting to grip his hair and back, kissing the tunes from the bluenettes throat. Delighted with his response he settles on a small patch of skin near his ear, not only to tease him more with the sounds of what he was doing but to feel the breath of his moans, he figured it was a win-win.

“Mu-mmm~ Mur-…”

With a final nip of the ear he lurked further, kissing at the exposed collarbone from the button up cardigan. As he pushed his hands under to explore the fragile frame he listened to all the little gasps his Star had to offer as he ran his nails over his ribs teasingly.

“L-lemme-” Stuart tries to talk through the heavy sighs.

Murdoc looks up and captures his lips once more,charmed as Stuart nipped for entrance, smiling at his obedience, the little surprise at his length of tongue, no matter how many times he’s exposed to it. Lavishing in the semi-controlling kiss the green hands began to explore further upwards tweaking at his nipples chuckling against the jolt of the man’s body.

Soothing into the touch he let the other continue his way, watching him open his shirt with the help of his teeth, nice little skill, good multi-tasking. He told himself as he rested his head back with another moan arching his back to the feel of the lips at his stomach.

Feeling the crisp air against his skin he hardened at the sight in front of him. He looked to the eyes glazed over in lust as the Bassist hook his thumbs into his underwear, confident to keep eye contact with every new hicky forming closer to the prominent bulge in his jeans.

Jesus how can he do this so calmly. He thinks as his face goes red

As soon as the zipper stops a hand in his hair halts his actions.

“I wanna, I wanna cum with you” he asks brushing the hair through his fingers.

Murdoc shifts their positions lying on his side and leaves kisses on his neck once more. A hand reaches under to grasp him and he nearly dies from the sudden relief.

“You’re too good for me Dents”

“Keep talking” He pleads as he shakingly goes to work on the others belt.

Murodc gives a rare moan as he finally feels contact to his shaft, mummering encouragements to each pull from the skillful fingers threatening to edge him to insanity.Thrusting his hand under the pillow he gets a comfortable leverage to the man’s hair while he reveled in the bliss that is his calloused hand.

“I couldn’t fucking wait till that damn movie was over, looking at you like that” He murmurs into his ear

“Imagining so many pretty positions for you~”Murdoc chuckles as Stuart grips tightly onto his cross, blush spreading down his chest as he quickens his hand.

“Anywhere my mouth could wa-nder-mnnff, Sweet Satan you might just kill me”

Burying his head into Stuart’s neck he tries to compose himself, finding it harder to do with the gasping and pleading of faster. He keeps his hand teasingly slow much to 2d’s discomfort and watches him buck into his hand to gain more friction. Placing soft kisses on the forming bruises he grips his dick tightly biting his lip at the others sultry moan.

“You do this alot, you grab my cross during stuff like this”
“I love it, especially when you ride me-when it’s balled up in your fist” one more full stroke.
“Fuck, plea-lease” He says clenching his eyes closed trying to relax against his demon like nature.

Figuring he had enough he quickens his pace, watching the relief wash over him, eyeing his body as it shakes with the much needed pleasure releases tentatively from the weeping slit. He was so close, and if he kept it up so would he.

As he thumbed the tip in small circles he felt himself starting to rise at a quickened pace as every movement suddenly felt so right, another moan slipped past as he whispered The singers name unevenly, Noticing that both their movements started to get shaky

2D came with a loud groan as he balled the chain in his first, biting his fingers against the noise while Murdoc hid his in the nape of his neck kissing out his high, mumbling sweet nothings against each peck.

“Perfect, your fucking perfect”

anonymous asked:

if youre taking requests, enjoltaire + truth or dare

A/N: Thank you so much for the prompt anon! I actually wrote this about three times because I kept forgetting to save! Here are our boys being silly with a guest appearance from everyone’s fave plot device: the art of Miscommunication. I hope you enjoy !!

P.S I’m still taking prompts if anyone has any they’d like to send!!

Grantaire knows it’s all about to go downhill the moment Éponine gets that smile on her face.

There’s a lot you can learn about someone through their facial expressions- the example in question, Éponine, is currently wearing her ‘I’m about to fuck shit up and I know it’ smile.

Enjolras, who is on the receiving end of said smile, looks nowhere near as terrified as he rightfully should do. Everyone who’s ever played truth or dare with Éponine knows you do not, under any circumstance, ever, choose dare. Enjolras either doesn’t know this or doesn’t care, sitting up proudly and condemning himself to what Grantaire knows will be his end.

He’d always assumed Enjolras would die a martyr, nobly refusing to concede in the face of his enemies. He’d never dreamt that Enjolras would meet his end at one of Courfeyrac’s hastily thrown parties because he was foolish enough to choose dare at the hands of Éponine.

“Enjolras,” Éponine begins slowly, pronouncing every syllable in a way that sounds unmistakably dangerous- a trick she surely learnt from Montparnasse. “I dare you… to kiss Grantaire.”

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I need to know (you) Pt. 4 [BTS Smut]

Originally posted by jimiyoong



COUNT → 6167

GENRE → Smut/Angst/Fluff

PAIRING → Taehyung/Jimin

SUMMARY: Taehyung heard his best friend masturbating and now he can’t stop thinking about him. He feels that something just woke inside of him, but don’t know how to express it. He just know that Jimin is responsible, because now he can’t stop thinking about kissing him. But that is a normal thought to have, right?

If you must know one thing about Park Jimin is the following. He is an awful drinker. 

Taehyung remembers the first time Jimin got drunk, since it was the first time he heard Jimin sing a rock song, to the amusement of the rest of the members. He remembers Jimin dancing on his underwear and then begging Yoongi to call him Diminie. Taehyung remembers that moment clearly, since it was the first time he heard Jimin give him a nickname: Tae tae. Later Taehyung would beg Jimin to keep calling him like that, at first just to mock his friend and his baby drunk talk, bat later because he liked the nickname. 

Taehyung remembers that night because he spent an hour at the bathroom with Jimin, while he threw out all the drinks. He cuddled with his best friend, even if they never did before that day, because Jimin was clingy while drunk. And the next day he was the first to see Jimin experiencing his first hangover. All red and puffy eyes, hair all messed up and bad breath. He gave Jimin an aspirin and a glass of water, and let him sleep while hugging him. 

Years later not much have changed. 

Jimin woke up murmuring how much his head hurt and Tae went to get him an aspirin. Then he tucked Jimin in the bed again and laid next to him, hugging him from the back just like he have done last night. Jimin sighed contently and grabbed Tae’s arms, just so the younger wouldn’t let him go. Not like he was intending to. 

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Don’t Tell Nobody ((Scott))

Originally posted by moan-s

Kind of disappointed in you guys because neither Scott or Brett reached 10 but I can’t torture @newt-themazecrank, so here you go

Part 1

Warning:// If you didn’t know, this is smut… So like leave if you’re uncomfortable 

Song inspo: 

I just hold it in like it’s picture time
I’ve been holding back for a long while
Just hoping soon it’ll turn around but

How can I word this? You ain’t been perfect
Tell me you working late
Your phone losing service

You chose to run to Scott 

Your heart quaked but your legs moved on its on for you.  

You ran outside and found Scott drinking a cola. 

Just as you walked over to him, he looked at and smiled.  

“Hey did you find–" 

You didn’t give him time to finish as you abruptly hugged him.  

He wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back and waited for you to make the next move.  

When you pulled away his eyes were filled with worry.  

“Are you okay? What happened? " 

You sniffled in effort to keep the tears away.  

"Can we get out of here? " 

Scott didn’t look like he was going to say yes so you added on.  

"I promise I’ll tell you everything, just not here, okay? " 

He walked over to his bike and handed you a helmet. 

Within thirty seconds, you two were out of there.  

"Hayden and Liam? This is so unreal" 

You told Scott what you saw back at the party and why you wanted to leave so bad.  

Scott balled up his fists and accidentally showed his eyes.  

At first you thought it was because you were in an emotionally unstable state but you were almost positive they glowed.  

"Scott? Did your eyes just–" 

Scott muttered a curse word and ran his fingers through his hair.  

Scott: You have to promise you won’t freak-out  

Y/N: Okay… 

Scott: I’m a werewolf, and so is Liam. He preferred not to tell you and that’s why we never – 

Y/N: I know 

Scott looked at you with a confused expression.  

He sat on the edge of the coffee table, making sure you both made eye contact. 

Scott: What do you mean you know?  

Y/N: It’s Beacon Hills, Scott. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were a flying witch or something  

Scott: So you knew what we were 

Y/N: Not really, but I had an idea 

Scott: Wow 

The two of you sat in silence.  

You looked at Scott and marveled at his beauty.  

You reached out to touch his cheek. 

He held your wrist while looking in your eyes.  

"Show me" 

Without hesitation, his eyes glowed the same red they did earlier.  

You smiled at the sight.  

When they faded back to brown, he looked at your lips then back at your eyes.  

You knew what he wanted and to be honest, you wanted it too.  

He leaned in and you met him halfway.  

Your lips glided against his with ease.  

It felt like a true first kiss.  

Just perfection. 

You had chills all over. 

You pulled away and watched Scott’s eyes turn red.  

He closed his eyes and looked away.  

"I’m sorry " 

You furrowed your eyebrows and with the hand resting on his face, you turned his head so he was looking back at you.  

"Don’t be sorry, what you are is beautiful. It’s the heart that matters, it’s what determines whether or not you’re a monster. Scott you have got to be the sweetest, gentlest soul I’ve ever met" 

Scott had a glimmer of hope in his eyes and kissed you again but with more force.  

He placed his hands on your thighs while you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

Things got more heated as you tangled your hands in his hair and he slid his hands higher up your thighs.  

You moaned, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.  

The two of you fought for dominance but you let Scott win.  

He pulled away and grabbed your hand, pulling you upstairs to his bedroom.  

Scott kicked the door open, pulled off his shirt and unzipped yours.  

He marveled at your chest and covered his face.  

You laughed and tried to pull his hands away but he wouldn’t budge.  


Scott dragged down his face and revealed a cheeky smile.  

"I just can’t believe this is happening. You have no idea how hard it was to talk to you or be near you. It was like my chest was going to cave in" 

You took a step closer and grabbed his belt buckle.  

"I was always attracted to you. You were my hot guy and I was the girl he friend-zoned in every movie created" 

"I’m the hot guy? " 

You unbuckled his belt and pulled it away while making eye contact.  

"Yes Scott, you’re the hot guy" 

Scott’s eyes darkened with lust as he pulled you in by your hips to reattach his soft lips back on yours.  

His hunger for you was insatiable.  

The only reason you were with Liam was because Scott couldn’t take you away from him.  

He wanted Liam to be happy but he didn’t care anymore.  

He deserved happiness too.  

The smell of your arousal made his bulge tighten in his pants, threatening to break the zipper.  

He picked you up from the back of your thighs then threw you onto the bed.  

You were surprised by Scott’s boldness. 

He always seemed sweet. 

"As much as I love how your ass looks in these shorts, they’re gonna have to come off" 

Scott grasped the lacy material and dragged them off of your body. 

He slipped out of his pants so that he was left in his boxers. 

You lifted your hips to grind into him, making him groan out loud. 

His lips glazed over yours and the two of you emerged into a hungry, passionate kiss. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. 

Scott pulled off his boxers so quick that he was able to jump back onto the bed and enter you in one swift motion. 

You screamed out his name while digging your nails into his back. 

He gave you no time to adjust but it was okay. 

The juices pouring out of your heat welcomed Scott with a warm, slick hug. 

He moaned and kept going at a steady pace. 

"You feel so fucking good" 

Your moans increased with every thrust. 

He held your hips to keep you grounded and you knew there would be bruises the next day. 

The sound of your moans and slapping skin, sounded like utter ecstasy to him. 

You shuddered as you reached your orgasm. 

Scott kept going at it. 

He thrusted harder and faster. 

You were back on the edge when he reached down to massage your clit. 

His thrusts got sloppy and you could tell he was close. 

So were you. 

Scott’s eyes flashed red as he came and you came immediately after. 

He crashed on top of you. 

He pulled his head back to look in your eyes. 

"I’m in love with you, Y/N. I know that seems crazy, but I have been for a while now. Every time I see you in the hallway, the parking lot, class, my heart feels like jumping out of my chest. Sometimes when I lie in bed thinking of you, I feel like I’m having an asthma attack. Don’t hate me, but I’m glad he cheated on you, because now I can do this" 

The kiss Scott gave you was full of affection. 

It set your insides ablaze with warmth and fondness. 

His lips dripped with love that sealed an innocent promise on yours. 

His lungs collapsed and it felt like his asthma was coming back. 

The only alleviant present, was your lips. 

When he pulled away, the twinkle in your eyes gave him hope. 

"When we were dancing, I only left because I didn’t want to cheat on Liam. Your mere presence makes me happy and I’ll be damned if I said I didn’t love you either" 

Scott smiled, and rolled over so he could pull you into his chest. 

He was the one. 

Y/N was the one. 

Maybe a part 2 where Liam finds out?! Inbox me to make it happen y'all!

Fuck it I don't want to retype again, here last bits of the Google story courtesy of ya Tiny Yan Anon who is vering off course a bit

Google hates how lifeless your body is now. He hates how long this will take but god damnit he needs to do this. Once your back in bed, passed out he sets to work. One month is all he will need… One month to make the world fall to it’s knees. And all he needs to start is to implement his upgrade that you helped him with.

Soon enough he has 3 new ‘brothers’ to help him with his plan. You wake up every so often but the Googles can’t bring themselves to look at you at the moment. You might be angry with them… They don’t want to think you don’t love them anymore. After all once Google split all 4 sides of him still adored you just as before. They all held the same memories and they all were doing everything for their beloved creator.

One month. One month of you being alone in your room with no company. Whenever you fell asleep food would be left by your bedside thankfully. Always something new and fresh as well. You were left books movies little trinkets and you knew who was leaving them. Who had you caged like a pet but… You couldn’t bring yourself to get mad at him. He was YOURS and you loved him still… You could swear that right before you fell into your dreamless state he would slip into your room quietly and just sit next to you. Never touching you in fear of you waking up. But for now that would be enough for him.

The realization of what had been done struck you first when a meek human came to ‘retrieve you’ for the king’s she had whimpered out, declaring that if you didn’t she would be killed for her uselessness. You complied simply because of the fear in her eyes.

You were taken to a giant building, walking right through the grand lobby and to an elevator that took you to the top of building. More specifically to a room that the girl called ‘your new home’ before quickly leaving. You were beyond confused now.

The room looked as if it were made for royalty with the luxarious furniture from the giant bed with a tall frame around it that held a see through curtain that you could close. To the giant tv in the corner of the room right in front of the expensive looking couch. All the way to the bathroom that held a high tech shower and bathtub etc etc. Anything you needed to live comfortably for the rest of your days was right there in ‘your new home’ but… Who brought you here?

The question was answered when arms wrapped around you from behind at first making you jump slightly till you heard a familiar purring like sound from your darling as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck with a wide smile. You turned around to look at him, hell bent on yelling at him concidering how terrified any human you saw seemed to be, along with locking you up for an entire month.

You couldn’t though. The moment he saw your eyes his own quite literally formed little hearts as he pulled you into his chest. Able to once again hold you. He refused to let go for what felt like hours and honestly? You couldn’t care less because God damnit you missed him. All he would mutter out was how “my beloved creator my precious one, your here. Your safe. Your with me.” He would repeat similar phrases for a long time until pulling away just enough to look at you.

This is when another hand took one of yours and you turned to see another Google but with a yellow…. Shirt??? This one seemed excited to show you the room, unable to pull you away from Google Blue but instead settling in griping your hand as he asked if you liked your new home. Before you could chime in a different green shirt wearing bot chimed in that according to your style and taste and how high end everything was you would be perfectly happy and comfortable here. ANOTHER voice chimed in happily stating that you wouldn’t just be comfortable you would be safe. The 4 seemed to have a understanding about this fact as they all nodded. After seeing your confusion Blue explained the upgrade you helped him with and what it did… Along with how they all used it… 'All for you Precious creator.’ You we’re told that this was their kingdom that they built up from the rubble JUST for you! And as they explained how they did it they smiled. So wide that it almost creeped you out for the first time… The distruction they caused, the lives they had taken… Why not you? So you asked in a quiet and for once scared tone.

“Why keep me alive then? Why not kill me with everyone else?” The question alone caused all smiles to vanish. Google Blue almost fell to your bed in disbelief… After all the time he had spent with you. All the times he told you he loved you… All the precious moments where you let him show you just how much he loved his darling… Did you truly think he could ever hurt you? Yellow was quick to hold onto you, reassuring you that they did this FOR you, they could never hurt their 'queen’ they loved you. More than anything else. And that was simply a fact.

You calmed down after some time of being reassured by yellow. Once he stepped away green proclaimed that you were simply too intelligent and how joyful he was to know that you would stay. (Mind you that you never said it. They just knOW) red moved him away and held onto you from behind. Resting his chin on your head he let you know that if anyone ever bothered you that you could tell him or any of them. He would be the first to break any bastards neck that bothered you. Blue managed to stand back up. Upset still that you even considered the fact that he would ever hurt you… His beloved creator, his queen… Never.

Google blue once again crushed you against him while burying his face into your neck. You would be safe here. This was a fact. You would never be hurt again. This way if anything tried it would be stomped out before it could get close to you.

A queen they had called you… And god damn they treated you as such. Any whim you had. Food, objects, entertainment, affection… Pleasure. It was met with gusto carried out by either one or all of your Google boys. The only exception was that you weren’t allowed to leave your new home. The world was a dark place now and you were their light you were their sanity. You kept them calm and collected. Google made a promise to keep you safe. And they did. They brought the world to it’s knees, 'all for you darling creator~’

(See this was fun to write out actually and I have more ideas on this specific thing but it’s long enough already 😅)

///////// OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH WHAT- THANK YOU SO MUCH- and now i finally know who you are dear anon!!!!

Whump Week Day 2: Hypothermia
on AO3 / @voltronwhumpweek2017 / again special thanks @becoming-icarus2 for having talked me round to participate, this time even featuring your son! (and don’t worry you’ll get some fullblown Langst at a later prompt ;) ) 

Before this Lance hadn’t known the cold could hurt. Of course he knew stories of people freezing to death but those where always in the realm of that couldn’t happen to me. Just don’t drink enough alcohol to fall asleep outside without noticing and things like this. The cold he was facing now hit him like a wall making his lungs burn and eyes sticky from freezing over tear fluid.

“Coran? I think the temperature regulation of the suit is broken.” He called knowing the Altean was waiting on the bridge overseeing the entire situation. To his surprise he heard a hint of amusement in his voice. “Don’t be silly. The suit is working just fine. You’re experiencing minus 40 degrees in your earth measurement system based on water. At this point the suit prevents permanent damage, it can’t keep you comfortably warm anymore.”

“So Hunk should be alright?” He asked his voice pitching just the tiniest bit at the end of the sentence.

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Just My Luck (Part 4)

Prompt: Imagine accidentally walking into the men’s bathroom and seeing this fine specimen (James McAvoy)

Word Count: 2514

Warnings: Language, assault/violence

Notes: Collab fic with my girl @cocosierra94!!! Internal thoughts are in Italics, texts are in bold

Tags: @marvel-imagines-yes-please @captain-fuckinglevi @tacohead13


“Yeah and I’m here to take her back,” Michael slurred as he pushed off the wall.

“Oh I see..” James said sounding so dejected and heartbroken.

You stood closer to James hoping he’d notice your body language. You looked at him with pleading eyes, they were screaming to not leave. You prayed he picked up on the plea.

“Please don’t leave,” you thought, praying somehow he’d hear you.

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Title: Metallic Finale

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jumin Han x MC/Reader/You

Summary: so the idea for the entire finale was from this evil critter:
The idea of Metallic was born from the very request of MC going to a platonic ride with Zen and to this request here regarding a convo Jumin and Zen had that goes, “If something happens to me, protect her for me.”

a/n❗️ have fun reading, everyone!! this is the fin of Metallic!
for those who have messaged me throughout the course of the story and took their time to show support, thank you so much!
we’ve now reached the end! but the end does not always mean that it’s going to be gone. sometimes, it’s the start of a new beginning.
i love all of you! you know who you are guys. anon or not, unanswered messages or not, i treasure you all. it was an interesting roller coaster ride. thank you for everyone who rode with me throughout. pls never forget that ♡
see you guys on my next fanfic project: Frostbite.

after story/epilogue will follow.

11. | Finale | Epilogue

Disclaimer❗️ this prompt is based on days 7 - 9 of Jumin’s route but i took it from there. fic might contain themes that is not suitable for some audiences.
you’ve been warned!

update mentions❗️
@the-sloth-woman ;; @yuri-luciel ;; @ell3nj0y ;; @yoruwasu ;; @jetblckcrow ;; @thewibblywobblyfamilybusiness ;; @brightandkawaii​ ;; @directorjumin​ ;; @ihavenotfallenyet​ ;; @a-rattling-skeleton​ ;;

❝ My heart is running on empty
One more day and then we go
Yeah, the time goes on now
Don't ask me how
I don't know
We'll be home tomorrow
But a thousand miles too far away
Say you won't forget and I'll be okay

At least tonight
It's just you and me and honestly
That's everything I need

I don't wanna fall out
But we're all out of time
(Is this over?)(Don't want an ending)
In one day
No way you'll be mine
(Is this over?)(Don't want an ending) Tonight's the countdown
'Til the day we're not around
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
And you're gone
And we're on with our lives
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
No, don't want an ending ❞

You heard him shout from 2 floors below, his arms wide open, anticipating your fall. You thought twice regarding this as you pondered whether you’d be able to land towards his arms perfectly. You highly doubted whether it’s a safe alternative since it is high above ground and you know that the speed versus pull of gravity while falling might cause fatal results.
But his eyes looked at you as if what he’s telling you to do was the easiest thing on earth.

His face showed no second-thoughts. He looked so sure that he’d be able to catch you despite the circumstances. What if you land on the wrong foot? What if you’re going to break one of his bones as he catch you? What if you both are going to be hurt? You debated whether you’d be able to successfully orchestrate the fall. You couldn’t predict where you’d be able to land or whether he’d be able to successfully catch you in his arms. You were a nervous wreck since you’re on the second floor and the building was pretty high itself.

You shook your head as you swallowed hard, your heart beating like crazy against your chest when you heard the growing commotion inside the room. You can hear Seven’s distress as Yoosung grunted in pain when he was forced to the ground, his shoulder hitting something hard.
You wanted to badly help them.
But you knew it’ll put their efforts in vain if you interject now.

“Jump!” You heard Seven’s voice thundered as he tried to stand up. Your kidnapper stared at you with the coldest of smiles but what puzzled you is why he left Yoosung and Seven alone and dashed out of the room instead. You were jerked out of your reverie when you heard Seven speak again as he draped Yoosung’s arms around his shoulders to aid him in standing up.
“Jump, MC. Jumin and Zen are downstairs. We’ll follow you there. Go now!”

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Hollstein Astronaut AU

Because ukulelekatie asked for one.  Not exactly what you wanted?   But maybe close?  I don’t know, but I really liked the idea.

“Mission Control to Athena.  What’s your status Athena?”

A beat.

“Well hello there Mission Control.  You’re new.  What’s your name cutie?”

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anonymous asked:

¡Hola! Could you please do 🌄 + *the emoji for drunk* (i still don't have the emojis soz) with Jun? and could it be fluffy with a hint of smut? thanks!!

🌄 = sunrise
🍾 = drunk

The sun was on the brink of rising as Jun finally pushed his front door open and carried you inside the quiet house. Usually such behavior would earn Jun a light smack on the chest but not today, as you were knocked out in his arms, thanks to the one-too-many shot glasses you had at the hotel party Jun’s friend, Hoshi, had thrown last night.

Not that he was complaining. As Jun walked down the hall to his bedroom, he looked down and smiled softly at your peaceful state. He had always thought you looked beautiful when you were asleep. Not able to help himself, he leaned his head down and kissed your forehead.

This woke you up. Your eyes fluttered open and you peered up at your boyfriend as he was stepping into his room. The room was dark but there was a muted light behind his curtains, signaling that the sun was about to appear. You shivered at the atmosphere of his room, made chilly from the window being cracked open. When you cuddled closer into Jun’s sturdy chest, that’s when he noticed you were awake.

“Hey, drunky.” Jun teased with a playful smile as he laid you on top of his white comforter. They were cool to the touch but you quickly got used to it.

“W-what happened?” You asked in a wobbly voice, evidence that you were still quite drunk.

“Well…” Jun pretended to ponder as he lifted his shirt over his head and threw it aside, revealing a set of abs that you had seen before. But by the way you stared, one would’ve thought you had never seen a six-pack before. “You danced on a table and sang the Spongebob song for everyone.”

“Whaaat?” You drawled out, trying to fight the haze in your mind.

Jun then lightly laughed and stepped forward, launching himself on the bed next to you. “I’m kidding, silly. You’re very drunk but you didn’t do anything rash except giggle too much in my car when the commercials came on.”

You shifted yourself so that you were gazing into your boyfriend’s warm brown eyes. He gazed back at you, a relaxed smile splayed across his red lips. Your eyes went to those after staring into his orbs and you slowly leaned in to kiss them.

Jun’s eyes closed as you came closer, breathing in the addicting scent of chateau wine on your breath then tasting it on his tongue as you both kissed deeply, the wet muscle running along your bottom lip to pry it open. You silently gave him permission, slacking your jaw so that he could enter.

You both lose yourselves in the passion of the kiss. In the seconds that came, you climbed onto your boyfriend and straddled his waist while barely breaking the kiss. Jun rested his hands on your hips as you moved to leave hickeys on his bare neck. He moaned in pleasure and you could feel yourself getting turned on as you imagined what his face looked like.

Tired of being submissive, Jun turned the tables and rolled over so that you were beneath him. Once he did, he lifted his upper body so that it was propped on his forearms as he kissed you hard.

“Jun….” You sighed as he began to give the same treatment you did on his own neck. His lips felt soft on your skin yet it was full of heat as he sucked on your collarbone, bringing blood to the surface to form a bruise.

Everything seemed to be getting hotter until Jun sighed and pulled away from you in defeat. You raised your eyebrows questioningly as he rolled off of you and onto one of his arms. There was a look in his eyes, half longing and half sad. “What?”

Jun shook his head. “We can’t. Not now.”

“Why not?” You frowned. Did he not want you like that? He had done it before, you didn’t really see the problem.

“Because….” He gestured to your body. “You’re still drunk. I want you to be able to remember.”

You gave him a smile that was supposed to be alluring. “I’ll remember, don’t worry.” You said and reached out to pull him in again.

Jun chuckled and grabbed your hands to pin them between his own large ones. “Now I know how drunk you are. Sober Y/N would think it out and agree with me. Don’t you want to wait? That way it’ll be even better.”

It was your turn to sigh as a show of surrender as you leaned back onto the pillows. “Well, I guess I can wait…” You said before you yawned.

Jun looked around the room and saw that the sun had risen farther up. It’s light was now illuminating through his window in a beautiful pink glow. He looked back at you and saw that you were falling back into your previous sleeping state. The glow made you look angelic, like a scene in a movie.

“I love you…” The young man whispered down to you as he gently brushed your hair away from your face. He lowered himself beside you and finally closed his eyes, letting the drowsiness embrace his mind and take him to his dreams of you.

anonymous asked:

Hi! If you ever have any free time, can I request a prompt from you? Some small Stanley and Ma Pines bonding? Stanley is sick and his mom is taking care of him. "I can't believe I got sick before Ford." "What I can't believe is you're actually sick" "If you didn't believe I was sick then why did you pick me up from school?" "Eh, I didn't have anything better to do." And they watch tv and he falls asleep.

This answer was not meant to be more than a few lines, but that’s what happens when I spend the weekend watching the Star Trek: TOS marathon. Anyway, bless this trash mom and her trash son, I love a lot, bye.

“Alright, somebody better quick explain why I was dragged away from work,” Mrs. Pines strutted into the principal’s office, hands strung loosely over her hips, heels clicking furiously against the tile. “I gotta be home before Mrs. Proffitt finishes her spiel, so that gives us, oh, forty minutes tops.”

From where he sat, miserable and hunched, Stan’s headache increased tenfold. Great, now he was in for it. Across from him, Principal Burbridge – a squat man with bushy sideburns, who obviously had it out for Stan – seemed to relish in his despair.

“Mrs. Pines, please take a seat. This shouldn’t take long,” he said smoothly. Mrs. Pines marched up to his desk but didn’t sit, instead gazing down at her son in exasperation.

“What did you do?” she demanded, as if reading from a practiced script.

Before Stan could get a word in edgewise, the principal crashed through his defense with the single accusation, “Your son claims to be ill.”

Unruffled, Mrs. Pines’ eyebrow lifted a fraction of an inch. “Claims?” she said anticlimactically. It definitely wasn’t the worst charges brought against Stan in his five years of schooling.

“Stanley has visited the nurse four times this month alone, complaining of temporary deafness, mathematical amnesia, and most notably, the plague.” The principal’s brow rose sharply. “And let’s not forget the incident with the fake vomit.”

That the cafeteria’s chowder made for a believable puke substitute should be the thing currently under fire, Stan thought ruefully.

Rolling her eyes, Ma Pines eyed her son discerningly, watching him quell under her glare. Whatever she saw, however, stunted her growing irritation; she brushed the back of her hand over his forehead, frowning at the heat.

“Did you take his temperature?” she asked the principal, flatly. “Because he feels warm. Really warm.”

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Give Me Love - Chapter Six

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five |

I have one more complete chapter of this I think, then half of a draft of one more part, so I’m running out a little. I wont quit this, and I won’t leave it for too long, but it might take longer than it has done to appear.
I am, however, writing another story (I put a little passage of it up on that Q+A thing) and I’m also working on a prompt that someone sent me, so I can post those instead because both of those should be done soon. Hope you enjoy this chapter :)

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