this-makes-me-feel-all-of-the-things!!!!

*listens to music that makes me feel all sorts of things and then wonders why i’m feeling all sorts of thing and continues to listen to said music that makes me feel all sorts of things*

2

moments in capture — malec (1/∞)

Pennywise kinks:

- HIS HANDS. THOSE BIG HANDS.

- His mini temper tantrums

- DROOL!!! SO MUCH DROOL!!!

- Those lil noises he makes

- When he says “take it” it makes me feel all kinda things hHHhHhHhHHh

- TEETH!!! Not FULL teeth but… you know what I’m talkin about??? YES PLS!!!

- EYES. HE HAS NICE EYES.

- When he struts like a bad bitch

- BIG PENNY MODE. I LIKE THAT SHIT.

- FLEXIBLE PENNY!!!!! oOoHHoOo

- The gloves turn me on for some reason???

- THE CUTE SMILE!!! THOSE FRONT TEETH HAVE MY WHOLE HEART!!¡¡

Wedding in Hawaii || Part 2

hi. well i must say that part 1 went down pretty well, you all seemed to love it which makes me extremely happy! currently i’m working on part 3 and considering that harry styles just rocked up to the airport in a pair of glasses and a shirt that says “women are smarter” i am going to have to write about that too so get seated loves! i hope you’s will enjoy part 2, it’s really really fluffy and you will cry if you are sensitive. even if you aren’t you will shed a tear or two bc harry’s amazing. ok i shall stop rambling. hope you’s enjoy, don’t forget to like and follow and i think there’s an option to turn on my post notifications as well so if you don’t wanna miss out on cute harry stuff i suggest you turn it on 😘 lotta love, xoxo -b

Part 1 •  Part 3

It was around 12 pm when Harry and I finished our time in the gym that Harry desperately wanted to visit. He said it tends to help with his hangover and I knew about that because he’s done it before, I just didn’t think it helps. For me at least.

Once we got back from our work out session we both showered then got into something comfy to go and hang out in with the others.

Harry was wearing blue shorts with a grey shirt that had an eagle on the front, white sunglasses and a yellow snapback.

I think it was safe to say that he looked stunning. Gorgeous. Absolutely breath-taking. Beautiful.

You get the gist.

While he was literally shining I was looking like trash next to him but I didn’t mind because his beauty was enough for me too.

“I lost count on how many times I’ve caught you staring at me just since we got back from the gym,” Harry told me as he laughed.

We were sitting on the grass because we liked to make a show of ourselves in front of other people. It was chill as we were both having a glass of champagne, not minding one bit that we just got over our hangovers.

That’s how you roll when you’re a wedding guest, right?

“Can you blame me?” I asked him as I brought my glass up to my mouth and took a sip of my cold and bubbly drink. It felt good as it slid down my throat into my stomach, the coolness of it giving me a refreshing feeling for a little while. “You’re quite possibly the prettiest human being here.”

“You compliment me too much. It should be the other way round,” he shook his head which I saw from the corner of my eye. “Sometimes I feel like our roles are reversed.”

“Why?”

“Don’t know,” he shrugged. Wow, thanks for helping me. “I just do. But I don’t mind. It feels good to have someone like you beside me. Giving me compliments when I feel down and stuff, always making sure I’m grounded. I’m glad to have you.”

“You’re gonna make me cry, stop,” I laughed. As the words left his lips I just suck all of them in which totally messed with my emotions. He just had his own way of making me feel all these things and I will never be able to explain just what he does to me. “You deserve it all, honestly.”

“How much do you wanna bet that you’ll be the one to get down on one knee?”

“I’ll be getting down on two tonight,” I blurted out which caused him to just look at me with a smirk on his lovely features.

“Y’know what I meant you cheeky girl,” he squeezed my thigh, his hand eventually going more and more up. “I swear you got more confident ever since we got together.”

“Ever Since New York.”

“Huh?”

“Your song, silly boy.”

“Still don’t know what you’re saying.”

“You said I got more confident ever since we got together. But those are not the lyrics to your song.”

“Oh,” he said. “Oh my godness, baby, really?”

“I’m a proud girlfriend. Did you know that by the way? I’m proud of you. Like, super-duper proud.”

“Thank you,” he smiled and leaned closer, his lips touching mine in a sweet, champagne flavoured kiss.

A small moan escaped from me as he massaged his soft and tender lips against mine, his tongue slightly tracing over my upper lip causing me to open my mouth. Soon enough our tongues were slapping together and tasting each other, the familiar taste of the champagne rolling off of his sweet lips and tongue made my head spin and body shake. 

Our kiss started off totally innocent then ended up quite heated. But I loved it. Every time Harry and I kissed I just fell in love with him more and more.

The heated moment was interrupted when a ball was thrown our way, our lips parting ways quickly with a smacking noise. My cheeks were turning slightly pink as I licked my lips and turned my head where Harry was looking.

“Harry, play with me!” the little girl asked him, well, more like demanded then soon enough she ran away.

She was basically in love with Harry. Her name was Lily one of the men’s daughters, only 5 years old if I remember correctly. She was the cutest little girl I have seen in a long time; her neediness for Harry’s attention reminded me a bit of myself.

I looked back to Harry who was laughing as he was already staring at me with his eyes, licking his lips which caught my attention straight away.

His lips were pink, shiny and kissable. Whenever he would talk I’d sometimes just zone out and admire his mouth, the way he forms each word is just absolutely mesmerising to me.

Well, everything he does is mesmerising to me.

“Guess I better go and play,” he laughed before pecking my lips softly. I put my hand on the side of his neck, biting into my lower lip as I scanned over his face not missing one bit before seeing his little side smirk appear alongside his dimples. “You’re literally obsessed with me, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

“I just love you. I’m in love with you. Badly,” I told him what he probably already knew. Wow I loved him so much I would jump off a cliff for him if it meant he’ll be happy for the rest of his life and nothing bad will happen to him.

“I love you so much,” he said as he pressed a kiss to my forehead then got up to play with Lily.

And if I wasn’t an emotional mess before than I sure as hell turned into one the moment they started to play.

Harry had his phone in one hand while his champagne glass was in the other one and Lily was just chasing after him as he jogged in front of her. Their laughter added to the vibe of the people who were already talking and it made the atmosphere livelier and more welcoming to those who only just got to where we were.

Moments later Harry gave me his phone as he continued to play with the little girl. When he bopped her nose and she laughed then he joined in as well my whole heart melted like a big block of butter in the hot weather and I couldn’t stop the semi-loud “aw” rushing out of my mouth.

That was honestly the cutest fucking thing ever.

Lily was so small and Harry was so tall and gorgeous and the way he just messed around with the little girl was so adorable and all I wanted to do was get pregnant and give him a baby. I know I sound crazy but honestly.

He was so damn adorable I wanted to cry in happiness. He was just the man of my dreams. No, wait, scratch that.

Harry was better than any man in any of my dreams ever. Harry was something else.

He was better than anyone I have ever met, he raised my expectations and standards to an unhealthily high bar and I almost felt stuck up for it.

I loved him so much it was quite pathetic and indescribable; he made me so happy I sometimes wondered what my life was like before I got to know him.

“What are you thinking, pretty girl?” his voice was so close to me I almost jumped out of my skin. I wasn’t expecting him to be next to me but I guess my thoughts totally drowned me.

“Nothing much,” I answered finally as I looked up to him.

“Alright, if you say so,” he sat back down next to me, pushing his sunglasses up so that they were resting on his head on top of his snapback. “We have a dinner to attend tonight. Would you do me the honours of being my date for it?”

“I would absolutely love that,” I told him smiling which he returned. “You get tanned so easily I’ll have to get my game on.”

“You’re so fucking competitive,” he shook his head laughing.

“I am. Do you have a problem with that?” I asked back sassily.

“No just know that I will not let you win. I will be tanner than you are by the time we are going home.”

“Is that what you think?” I raised one of my eyebrows, challenging him. “Fifty quid when we get home?” I put my hand out, knowing full well he’s gonna have to pay.

We’ve done this before when we were in LA and I was twenty quid richer when we got back home. I had to raise the bar by thirty to make some profit.

“Alrighty, miss,” he took my hand and shook it. “Fifty quid right as we land at Heathrow.”

I winked at him, lifting up my new glass of champagne and taking a sip. I can’t wait to spend that fifty quid on shit that I don’t even need.

Disappear {Theo Raeken}

Requested: HELL YEAH! My first request and I couldn’t have enjoyed it more, thank you so much for requesting this girly!  

19: “I’m going to kill you!”

34: “I don’t deserve to be loved.”

36: “I’m so in love with you.”

Warnings: Slight angst.

Date: 06.09.17

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

My phone’s screen lit up my features in the otherwise dark room as it sat in the palm of my hand with Theo’s contact information on display. Within the course of two days I had already called him seven times with no response, so why should this time be any different? Sighing, I realised that he probably wouldn’t answer but I hit the screen anyway and waited apprehensively for him to pick up.

He didn’t.

This is Theo, leave a message and I might get back to you.

I hung up before the beep went off and threw my phone onto the bed as I huffed and rested my arms on my knees, my head no in the palm of my hand as I wondered where he could be. He’d disappeared yet again two days ago without so much as a text or a note to tell me where he was or why he had disappeared.

All he left me with was the feeling of being alone and restless as I wondered what kind of trouble he’d got himself into yet again.  

By the time the sky had turned pitch black without a hint of the sun in the sky, I’d given up. I climbed into my cold bed - which felt huge without Theo lying beside me – and closed my eyes, hoping sleep would sweep me away from my worries about my absent boyfriend.

I had barely allowed my eyelids to flutter closed when I heard it. The persistent tapping on my bedroom window that stopped me from sleeping. I muttered under my breath as I threw the covers off me and pulled back the curtains to reveal Theo crouching outside the window drenched from the rain as he waited for me to unlock the window so he could slip inside. Instead, I let a cruel smirk form on my lips and met his eye as I returned the curtains to their previous position and walked back to my bed. Payback is a bitch, much like myself.

It only took a few seconds for the sound of the doorbell to ring throughout the house. He wouldn’t dare, but he did, he rang the damn bell until I marched downstairs and swung the door open. I glared at him and he did the same to me before pushing past me into the house and out of the rain.

“What the hell Y/N!” He growled as he turned into the family room and stood beside one of the sofas. I slammed the front door shut and thanked whoever was listening that my parents weren’t home before I stormed after him. Just from the look on my face I could tell he knew how angry I was. I watched him tense visibly and take a step back as I stood and glared at him from the other side of the room.

“I’m going to kill you!” I seethed and took a step forward, not really knowing what I was going to do because Theo was ten times stronger than I was but I liked seeing him take another step back, genuinely scared of how angry I was.

“Where the hell have you been Theo? You left me again without any idea of where you went or how long you’d be gone. It’s like you don’t care about how much your disappearances scares me.”

The anger was washed away from me and was replaced with complete and utter sadness as a tear threatened to slip down my cheek. “Do you even realise that I’m constantly on edge when I’m around you, wondering if this time will be the last time I ever see you again because you don’t know how to answer a damn phone call!”

Theo looked defeated as he sat down on the sofa and let me scream and cry and do everything in between at him before he stood up and grabbed my outstretched hands before I could hit him or do something else that wouldn’t actually hurt him at all. “I’m sorry.” He whispered and tried to hold me against his chest but I pushed him away, staring into his eyes as I said, “It’s not good enough this time.”

My voice was barely above a whisper but he heard me easily. I took a step away and stared up at him with tears still in my eyes, “I try so hard all the damn time and it’s like you don’t even love me anymore.” A tear finally escaped and fell down my cheek so I turned my head, not wanting him to see me cry.

“Y/N,” I could practically hear the heartbreak in his voice, “You know I love you. Damn it I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please forgive me. You know I care about you and I don’t mean to worry you or make you cry, I hate it when you cry.”

He walked around to face me again and wiped the tears away from my face and I melted under his touch. I wanted so desperately to just collapse in his arms, to let him hold me in his arms and let me forget all about his disappearances but I didn’t let myself. I sniffed and looked up at him again, determined to get some answers out of him.

“So why do you run off all the time and make me feel all those things?” I question and he looks down before pulling me towards the sofa where we sat and I let him play with my fingers as he thought for a moment before he spoke up, “I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve to be loved by you and I’m scared that if I stick around for too long I’ll hurt you and I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you.”

For the first time I looked into his eyes and saw all the emotion he kept hidden from other people clearly within them. He was genuinely terrified of hurting me, but it was more than that, he loved me so much that he would run away to protect me from himself. Without thinking, I crushed my lips to his, determined to show him that he had nothing to be afraid of. He kissed me back with just as much urgency as I had before I pulled back and rested my forehead against his,

“I love you idiot. I know you’d never hurt me but never run away from me again, that hurts me more than you ever could.”

Theo nodded and brushed the tip of his nose against mine once before pulling me in for a slower, more passionate kiss. I smiled and allowed myself to melt into him for the moment. He was here, with me and he was safe. That mattered more than anything at the moment.

“I’m still going to kill you.” I muttered against his lips and felt his smile.


I hope this was okay, I know it’s quite short but it was my first real request I suppose. Please tell me what you think so I know what kind of stuff you want me to write! If anyone else has any request please tell me! I love writing for you guys 😇💗.

SIMON MINTER IMAGINE- 6 YEARS TOO MANY

Part 1

—-

I’m in love with Simon but recently things changed. Not with me, with him. He’s still the same gamer who stays up all night editing and playing games, but now he’s cold and quiet. Too quiet and I’m no longer having to shout at him to be quiet so I can sleep because he’s already in bed and turned towards the wall.

He’s distanced himself.

But then he snapped back and I didn’t know how to react. I was happy to see him being back to himself but I didn’t know how to feel because I still wasn’t close to him.

“Si I’m getting up really early tomorrow.” I whisper as I stand in the doorway to the bathroom in only a sleep shirt and my pants.

“Okay.”

“I mean I’m getting up early and wanted to know if you would join me?”

“I don’t know. I mean I have to edit and won’t be in bed for about another three hours.”

“Okay well I don’t wanna interrupt so I’m gonna go stay in the guest room. Night Si.” I walk over to the bed and grab my phone and pillow.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He calls after me and feel nauseous as the words leave his mouth. No affection or emotion.

Just apathy.

“So why on earth is there a suitcase, a girly one thats yours, by the door downstairs?”

“JJ not now.” I whisper as he follows me into the other room.

“No we’re doing this now because you’re dating Simon and he didn’t say you were leaving.”

“Cause he doesn’t know. I’m going to go stay with some friends in Brighton. I just want to be by the beach. He’ll figure out soon enough.”

“Why don’t you just tell him?”

“Because have you seen him? He doesn’t kiss me anymore and he doesn’t touch me. He doesn’t act like he’s mine JJ. He’s been like this since the New Years party and I’m trying but I can’t keep grasping onto the little bit he gives me. I told him I’d be in the guest room and he just said okay see you tomorrow.”

“Jide, I know you know. I know that you know the girl he’s been seeing and it’s nice that you’re trying to salvage my relationship, but he’s bored of me. Six years too many.”

Six years and he was bored. How could I mix it up like that new girl could? Simon and I were old news and nobody wants old news after a certain point.

“My stuff is all out of here and I have more of my suitcases in the car. So when I’m gone tomorrow morning don’t say anything. Please.”

“No that’s not what you’re doing.”

“JJ I’ve known you and Simon for years. We’ve been the best of friends for years and maybe it’s just time Simon and I aren’t. Just please do me a favor and please don’t tell him what I’m up to. I already blocked him on social media and I’m changing my number. I just need time and I have none when I’m constantly worrying about what he’s doing. You kept his secret so please repay me by keeping mine.”

“If that’s what you want.”

“It’s what I need.”

____\\____

I soon put the pieces together when I had time to myself. Simon because distant and quiet when it first happened. He was guilty and he felt bad for now liking someone else. Then he stopped feeling guilty and I think that’s when I needed to go. And that’s why I did go. That’s why I’m in Brighton in my own flat near my friends who support me and make me feel wanted.

But all good things must come to an end.

“You know JJ can’t keep a secret.”

Words like knives.

“He kept yours for pretty long. Probably wouldn’t have told me if I didn’t figure it out myself.” I uncross my arms over my chest while hastily going to walk away.

“Karen can you handle the store if I head home for the day.” I shout to the back of the cafe and she nods.

Who the fuck let him come down to my place of work.

“Simon I’m not gonna spend my time talking to you so walk and talk. I have other places to be and other people to see.” I motion for him to get on with it once I have my keys and bag.

“You left without notice.”

“And you cheated on me and then continued seeing her.” I snap and he looks shocked.

“Six years of dating. I was waiting for the ring Simon. I was the idiot thinking soon you’d propose to me and boy was I wrong. Simon I’ve known you for years and been by your side for so long and you cheated on me. You didn’t even just do it once, you kept seeing her and you thought I wouldn’t know or that our friend wouldn’t tell me. You had your mates keeping it a secret. That’s low Simon. Now I go home and my parents ask where you are? I tell them that you can’t make it because if I told them we were over I don’t know if I’d be able to see their faces. They’d ask questions and I’d have to tell them that you cheated on me. So instead I lie and I tell them that you’re busy with work and can’t wait to see them.”

“Simon I waited thinking you’d propose to me this year. That after New Years we’d be engaged but instead I’m single. But you’re not because you cheated and decided to still see that home wrecker. The bitch who stayed with you and slept with you knowing you had a devoted girlfriend of six years at home waiting for you. I’m sorry but I’m sick of waiting for you. So go Simon, you got to see what you wanted. You saw the girl fawning over you and begging for you to have just been better. However I’m done being that for you because I’m happier now than I was with you because now I don’t have to worry if my famous boyfriend is gonna go fuck another girl.” I finally silence myself after putting on quite the show for the people of Brighton.

“And tell JJ that he could’ve kept his mouth shut. That I didn’t need this because I was just settling in to my new home.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re not sorry Simon. You’re just sorry you got caught. There’s a difference.”

“And Gia or whatever her name is can have you because I guess she had something you wanted that I didn’t have.”

“She wasn’t looking for a ring. That’s what she had.”

“Oh so after six years you don’t think she’ll also want one? She will and I’m assuming she’ll want a much bigger one and one much sooner. All I wanted was the confirmation that you did love me and that you did want to have a family with me. That’s what the ring meant for me. It meant confirming those six years and confirming that we’d be together forever. You just couldn’t do that. Now you’re here and I don’t know why.” I take a huge breath while holding my hands at my side.

“Just… Why are you here Simon?” I ask as tears start to well up.

“I don’t know. Everyone is asking for you. You stopped social media and changed your number. The only person who knew where you were, was JJ and everyone wanted to know where you where.”

“But did you?” I ask and he looks down while avoiding eye contact.

“I don’t know why I’m here. Just forget that I came here.”

“No I want to know why you’re here? Six years together Simon. Why are you here?”

“She’s pregnant and I don’t know what to do. With every issue that came up, I came to you and I’m used to going to you. I’m panicking. I can’t be a dad. I can’t, especially now.”

And that’s when it stopped.

The world stopped when he said she was pregnant.

“Simon I’m sorry I can’t help you with that. You want your ex girlfriend to help you become a dad? When you were supposed to be my husband and the father of my kids?”

2

Meagan Foster’s–or as she was formerly known, Billie Lurk–cabin on the Dreadful Wale. The audiograph you can see on the right contains Daud’s thoughts on Delilah:

“I’ve learned that our choices always matter to someone, somewhere. And sooner or later, in ways we can’t always fathom, the consequences come back to us. I came from Serkonos to Dunwall as a boy and made my living as a killer, one of the few who’ve heard the Outsider’s voice. I murdered an Empress, but saved her daughter, who will one day rule an Empire. Those were my choices. I’m ready for what comes.”

There’s a whaler mask on the right and two bone charms hidden in the cabinet.

Dylan request #1

Request: Dylan request — you moved to Littleton when you were in 4th grade, then Eric moved in a little bit later. The 3 of you grew up as best friends. While you and Eric had a small middle school past (that didn’t last long as you both realized you’re better off as best friends) you did develop a crush on Dylan in high school. You don’t know it but Dylan likes you too. It’s senior year, and Eric has realized what’s going on ages ago. You’re at a party, 7 mins in heaven is the game - go from there :)            

((im so sorry this took me so long!! I’ve been working so hard on this. I hope you enjoy!!))

“Hey, Reb, pass the lighter.” I fumble with the cigarette hanging off my upper lip. Eric threw a red lighter to me. I lit my cigarette and inhaled, staring off blankly in the distance before handing it back.

Eric had been my best friend ever since seventh grade, even though we had a little fling in middle school. We made out one time, behind the shed where they kept all of the P.E equipment. All of those raging 13 year old hormones were pumping and we smooched. I expected it to be magical, like in the movies, but no. It was wet, sloppy, his tongue was like a dagger stabbing in the back of my throat, it was wayyy too toothy, and he left half of my face covered in spit. Needless to say, we decided to go back to being best friends a few days later and agreed to never speak of the event again.

“Yo, y/n.” Eric calls, taking a puff off his cigarette.
“Sup.” I looked up at him from where I was sitting.
“You coming to that party tonight?” He leaned against the fence stood behind us.
“Probably not,” I shake my head. “Everyone that goes to those stupid parties makes me want to kill myself.” I said with a harshness in my voice. I meant it, I really did hate the people that went to our school.
“Okay, listen,” he paused to take another drag of his cigarette, “I hate those fuckers just as much as you, if I had the chance to blow their fucking heads off I would in a heart beat. But this really hot girl invited me and-”
“absolutely not.” I cut him off. “I am not going to be your wing woman at some fucking party.”
“When have I ever been invited to a party by a hot chick before?”
“Never.” I sigh, a slight bit of guilt in my voice.
”Exactly. Fuckin never. Just do me this solid.”
I didnt want to, I really didn’t, but Eric was my best friend. I exhale sharply, “Fine.” The way his face had lit up made it all worth it.


Me, Eric and Dylan had all grown up together. I moved to Littleton, Colorado when I had just turned 9. I met Dylan on the first day of 4th grade in school. I was late for school due to my stubborn Mom who insisted she knew a quick route to the school, despite having lived in the town less than a two weeks. By the time I reached my classroom, I knew that all of the seats would have been taken and I was frantically searching for a place to sit. The class teacher was nice, she spoke sweetly to me and asked my name. I saw one kid gesturing for me to sit next to him. It just so happened that the boy who offered me a seat was Dylan. We instantly hit it off. When you’re 9 and 10 you don’t care who your best friend is or whether you have common interests, but me and Dylan did. After school every day, we would rush home as quickly as our legs would take us so we were home in time to watch our favorite cartoons. My Mom would always have baked goods ready for us as soon as we got home for me and him to binge on. He was like an addition to our family. Dylan struggled a lot when middle school came around, as he was excruciatingly shy and quiet. We got picked on a lot for being weird and quiet. We were outcasts to everyone else. We sat by ourselves for the first year, neither of us having many friends other than each other and Nate. Over the years there, Dylan was my security blanket. He would make me feel better about all the horrible things girls said to me. We boosted each others confidence a lot. We met Eric in seventh grade, and became pretty close rather quickly. We would all hang out every night and play video games.


Me and Eric were standing by our lockers when Dylan approached us.
“Hey, V, guess what.” Eric said through a toothy grin.
“You got invited to a party by a hot girl.” Dylan replied with a slight bit of annoyance in his voice.
Eric’s grin quickly vanished, “Yes. How’d you know?!”
“You’ve told me at least six times, dude. I’m still not going.” Dylan hissed back.
“C’mon, dude, y/n is coming.” Eric nudged Dylan.
Dylan looked towards me in confusion because he knew I hated parties, “I’m being forced too, V.” I shook my head.
Dylan laughed under his breath a little bit, “Nah, dude, I’m not-”
“I swear to God, Dylan. I know where you live and I know how to make pipe bombs.” Eric said in an almost threatening tone but it still had a slight playfulness to it.
“Fuck, fine I go. Don’t blow up my house, Jesus.” Dylan let out a barely audible laugh under his breath and smiled towards us.
“Fuck yeah, V, cya tonight.” Eric smirked like a kid who had just won first place in a race.
Dylan walked off to whatever class he had next, leaving me and Eric alone. I lean against the lockers, throwing my head back and let out an audible groan, “Why is he sooooo cute.” I whimper out.
“This whole ‘crush on Dylan’ thing needs to stop.” Eric sighed.
“Yeah…” I suspire heavily whilst I followed Eric to our next class, “I know.”
“You know what I hate?” I prepared myself for one of Eric’s long-ass speeches about bitches standing in the middle of a corridor or something but the words that escaped his lips were actually quite wise. “When girls wait for the guy to ask them out. Like, Dylan’s a shy guy, he can hardly look at a girl without cumming in his pants. What makes you think he’s going to get the balls to ask you out? Like, I know we’re just friends ‘n’ shit but fuck, y/n, you’re pretty fucking attractive.”
“That was over in middle school, Reb.” I joke.
“Shut the fuck up and listen for a second,” He pauses while he thought of something to say, “What I’d do in this situation is 1 of 3 things. 1,blow their fucking head off, if you can’t have them then no one can. 2, get the fuck over them, no time for moping over some pussy you’re never going to get. Or 3, get over self, walk your ass over to them and tell them you fucking like them. Like a bitch can’t blame you for trying, right?” 


So many questions ran through my head after he said that. Should I really just get over Dylan? How? Why? Should I tell him how I feel? Should I blow his fucking brains out? I know i was thinking irrationally but I really cared about Dylan. Ever since my first year at Columbine High School I had feelings for him. I don’t know when the feelings began but after it had a been like a roller coaster. That’s the perfect simile actually. It was like a roller coaster. When I first started getting feelings for him it was like being in the queue, thinking what the hell am I doing? This is bat shit crazy! Who’s idea was this?! This isn’t safe at all!  And then when I realized my feelings for him was like sitting in the seat, waiting for the safety barriers to come down. Just wanting to jump off and scream ‘I WANT TO GET OFF!’ but then it was too late. The ride started and I couldn’t get off. Every time I would see him was a big, steep drop shooting down; every time I heard his voice it was like going around a big loop; every time he touched me there was a big twist. I wanted him so badly, I just didn’t know what to do. I loved the roller coaster but it terrified me at the same time. Whenever I thought I had it under control, there would be another drop, loop or turn thrown my way. I couldn’t believe something Eric fucking Harris said made me have this epiphany.
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Me and Eric arrived at the house where the party was being hosted. Eric pulled out a cigarette. Needless to say he was shitting himself. None of us had ever been to a proper party before. A party to Eric was 4 of us sitting playing Doom with a bottle of some sort of alcohol but now we were at an actual party. It was filled with at least 50 people.

Eric smoked slowly trying to avoid the huge groups of people within the house. We could feel the vibrations of loud music shake the nearby ground outside. We were nervous, although Eric didn’t want to admit it.
“S-should we just go in?” His voice cracked.
“I guess so…”

I felt like holding his hand as if he had to be guided in by a parent or guardian; my nerves made me want to grab his hand even more. Eric stamped out his cigarette and we etch close to the house.

The scent of cheap beer and the loss of virginity filled my nose, making me cringe. Eric’s eyes scanned the room, most likely looking for the ‘hot’ girl who invited him.
“Maybe we should look around?” I suggested while looking at his scared, little face, which I found adorable.
“Yeah.” his breath rasped in his throat, it sounded as if he just dry-swallowed a big pill.

We didn’t really search, him and I just kind of hid away from the big crowds of people making us feel uncomfortable. Eric had never been good with the ladies, I don’t know how he ever got me in middle school.

We hadn’t really followed a pacific path, we just went where we went and followed one another. I eventually found a drink in my hand and after a few I was beginning to feel a little tipsy. We slipped down some stairs into a room where the party continued, but in much smaller numbers. I, fortunately, glance in a corner where I saw a few familiar lanky figures. I felt relieved to see some people I actually knew in this house, other than Eric. I staggered over to the group of boys. Dylan had his cute little smile on his face as I approached.
“Sup, V.” I beamed at him, wrapping my arm around his neck.
“H-Have you been drinking?” He sounded a little nervous, probably because I was cuddling him.
“Just a little,” I giggle, “ Why? Do I smell like alcohol?”
“No, just…” His sentence trailed off, not really knowing what he wanted to say.
“I think you,” Eric pulled me off Dylan, keeping me balanced, “need to sit the fuck down.”
“Yeah.” Dylan laughed, searching for a place for the group to sit.
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We sat for a while, just cracking jokes and laughing, and before we knew it a bottle of Jack Daniels had come and gone. .
Eric shook the empty glass bottle in the air, “Truth or dare, anyone?” He asks the group.
We each nod out head and Eric spins the bottle.

After a few rounds, it landed on me.
“Truth or dare?” Eric grinned.
I think for a moment, “uhh, dare.”
A smirk grew on his face “Seven minutes in heaven,”
“Eric,” I sigh, “I love you ‘n’ everything, but you’re my best friend.” I place my hand upon his shoulder, “this isn’t middle school anymore and I-”
He swiftly interpreted me, his smirk growing wider and keeping eye contact with me, “with Dylan.”
My face was wiped of all expression, I wanted to knock the look of his smug-ass face look of his face so badly. I pause, trying to comprehend what he had just done. “uhum, what?”
“You heard.” He folded his arms, his eyes flicking from me to Dylan.
“Reb, dude I-” Dylan stuttered nervously.
“A, a, a, it’s a dare. You have to do it.” Eric replied, folding his arms.
“Stop being so childish, Reb.” I slur and rolled my eyes.
“I’m not being childish, you’re just being a pussy.” He sneered.
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not
.” “Are too.”
“Fuck sake, Reb.” At the time I didn’t know whether to punch him or thank him. Then I realised, I was drunk enough to do it without everything being awkward at school if Dylan didn’t like me but if Dylan was into it then I could say I was sober enough to be into it too. Fuck I loved Eric.

“It’s funny,” He snickered, “you’re such a prude, y/n, I knew you wouldn’t do it.”
“Y'know what, fine.” I pulled myself up, “come one, Dyl, let’s go find a closet.” Eric looked genuinely shocked, as did Dylan.

Dylan didn’t have time to comply or protest, before what I had said sunk into his brain I had dragged him up and was already trying to find a free closet. It was more difficult than I originally thought to find an unoccupied closet. Eventually, we did find one, I shoved Dylan and quickly locked the door behind us.
“Sorry ‘bout that, Dylan,” I leaned against the door, “I just wanted to prove Eric wrong.”
“Ah, it’s fine.” He said, sounding slightly disappointed.
“W-Well it’s not that I don’t want, Just I…” I looked down at my shuffling feat, I felt nervous, not too sure what to do.

There was a few moments of silence, during this silence I found myself sliding my back down the door, sitting upon the floor. Dylan eventually joined me. He leaned his head against the door and spoke softly:
“Remember in 5th grade when I had a crush on that Amanda girl?”
“Yeah, what about her?”
“Remember when I spilled apple juice on my pants right in front of her.”
I giggle at the fond childhood memories, “Yeah, you were so sad.”
“Yeah, I know. I think that’s where my fear of walking to women came from,” He ran a hand through his hair, “ That’s why I’ve never been able to confess my feelings for this girl that I’ve liked for a while.”
“Oh,” I look at the ground, fiddling with my hair, “that’s shitty.”
“Yeah. You know,” he took a deep breath, “I used to think you could never get over childhood fears, the little anxieties that would keep you up at night as a kid. Everything seemed so big and important then. Even the smallest thing felt like it would change everything, but it didn’t and it never did. I don’t know anymore. You can’t run away from your fears forever, right?”
“Right.” I nod, turning my head so I was looking at the side of his face.
“I think I’m ready to overcome a really big fear I’ve had for a long time.” Dylan interlocked his fingers around mine, causing me to blush, “I really like you, y/n.” He spoke gently, the words left his mouth softly and soothed my body.
“I really like y-you too, Dylan.” The roller coaster feeling felt really real at that moment. It was exciting, I was loving the twists and turns, even though they made it feel like my heart was going to pound out of my chest.

I leaned in and stroked his cheek softly, which turned his face towards mine. Dylan’s lips brushed against mine, it felt so innocent and so sweet. His lips were like silk that ran across mine. Dylan’s hands caressed my cheek. His movements weren’t lustful, they were kind and I could feel the good intentions in each of his touches. My heart fluttered as he whispered my name into the kiss, he prolonged each syllable which caused me to shudder. My fingers ran through his dirty blonde locks and stroked his soft curls. I pulled him as close as I could, until there was no space between us. Dylan could feel the pounding of my heart in my chest but I didn’t care, I wanted the kiss to last forever. His hand being placed ever so carefully on my cheek, just below my ear, comforted me. He moved one hand to my waist, causing my breath to sharpened. It became heavier, deeper, and more heated. The kiss was becoming more passionate and was rapidly losing it’s innocents.
“Yo, faggots.” A voice, presumably Eric’s, yelled from behind the door of the closet.
“7 minutes already?” He giggled and placed a sweet kiss on my forehead.

Things I’ll Never Say ::Seth Rollins::

Requested By: @thebutterflygirl16

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Warning(s): None?

Word Count: 739

Summary/Request: May I request a Seth Rollins x reader? Where the reader is a diva, but she’s also very shy, and she mostly hangs out with Bayley and the other girls. And Seth is interested in her, but she hardly speaks to him, because she gets flustered. So he goes to her friends for help.

A/N: This imagine is inspired by the song Things I’ll Never Say by Avril Lavinge.

Originally posted by imbandtrashmate

Tagging: @caramara3 @thebutterflygirl16

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Dr. Jeon (Jungkook x Reader)

Rated : M (smut)
Genre : Fluff
Plot : You have an gynecologist appointment and you’re late.

I was late again ! She really is going to kill me this time… i have my monthly gynecologist’s appointment in less than 5 minutes but my train decided no to work and now I’m running in the street of Seoul trying not to get smashed by a car. Of course I decided to wear heels today, to make things more fun. I kept running looking at my watch every five seconds, no the time isn’t going to stop, yes I’m going to be late. My gynecologist, dr. Bloom is a very nice woman, but she hates late people, one time I arrived 1 minute late and she didn’t want to take me. My feet were starting to hurt… I took off my shoes and continued running, the people around kept staring me. Then when I thought nothing could be worse, it started raining. You probably guessed it, i forgot my umbrella at home. I took my purse and put it on my head, better that than nothing. Thankfully I arrived at the medical center. I must look like a drenched cat or something anyway Dr. Bloom probably won’t care she’s probably more angry about the fact that I’m 5 minutes late.
I went straight to the waiting room, there was no one. Maybe I should just knock in the door … no let’s wait. 5 minutes passed and still nothing. I put my shoes back on, tried to straighten my wet hair and went towards the door. As I was about to turn the handle, the door opened and I was face to face with a pair of dark brown eyes that I haven’t met before. The owner of those eyes was tall man, light brown hair, broad shoulders and perfect face wait did I really think “perfect face” I guess I did.
- You’re not Dr. Bloom. Smooth Y/N, great first impression.
- Indeed. I’m Dr. Jeon and you must be miss Y/L/N.
His voice is so silky, not deep but deep enough to make me shiver.
- How do you know my name ?
I must sound so stupid right now, please stop looking at me it makes me feel all sort of things.
- You have an appointment and you’re 10 minutes late. He said calmly.
- I’m so sorry, my train was late and
- Just enter.
I passed by him and sat on the chair in front of his desk.
- So monthly check up right ?
Why is he so sexy… focus Y/N he asked you a question.
- Yeah … are you replacing Dr. Bloom ?
- Only for today, hope you don’t mind.
- Not at all ! I said a bit too quickly.
- Great. Let’s begin shall we. If I read correctly you’re on the pill ?
- Yes, and it’s fine I have no side effects.
- Great. Are you in a serious relationship ?
He looked at me waiting for my answer. Isn’t that a bit too personal ? Does he ask it for himself or for a medical reason ? I have nothing to hide anyway, it’s not like my love life is full of surprise…
- I’m not… I said, trying to avert his gaze.
- Multiple partners then ?
- I haven’t had sex for 4 months now.
Woah where did that come from ? Maybe he didn’t want to know that I’m frustrated as hell ! It’s too late now… is he looking at me weirdly ?
- I see … do you pleasure yourself then ?
- Why do you want to know that ?
- You’re tense. Seems to me like you don’t release enough pressure. Orgasms are healthy for you.
He said with a smile. My head is clouded right now, all I can think of is him kissing me with those rosy lips. I started biting my lip unconsciously.
- Stop biting your lip. Go lay down there please, also take off your pants.
I did as he asked, thankfully I was wearing some nice black lace panties. He went to take some instruments and stopped in front of me.
- Open you legs for me.
My heartbeat quickened, I was hot suddenly.
- Can I take off those ? He asked, his breath caressing my calf.
- Go ahead. My voice was trembling.
His hands went up my legs slowly, he took the side of panties and slide them down.
He took a cotton bud and inserted it in my womanhood. I was already wet and he hadn’t done anything.
- Everything seems to be normal. You can put your clothes back on.
What ? Maybe I just imagined things but I saw the way he looked at me … I’m not the only one affected by the other. I decided to take my luck, after all he was right I have so much frustration in me it’s unbearable.
- Dr. Jeon are you sure can’t help me with this ? I’m so wet…
I said with the sexiest voice I could muster.
He stared at me, his face was now inches from mine.
- You don’t know what you’re asking for Y/N.
he whispered in my ear. I wanted him to touch me so bad. I couldn’t wait anymore so I took his face in my hands and kissed him passionately. He finally responded to my kiss, his tongue fighting for dominance. He kissed my jaw and went down to my neck, biting and sucking it. I let out a loud moan.
- You’re so eager already and I haven’t even touched you. He said with a smirk.
His hand traveled down south and I could feel his finger teasing my pussy lips, I rolled down my hips trying to take him all.
- More please ! I begged.
- Shut up you slut, I’m the one who makes the rules here. Understand ?
- Yes master.
Suddenly I felt four fingers entering me, I screamed, the pain quickly disappeared and was replaced by waves of pleasure. He had taken off his blouse and I could admire his sizzled abs and toned chest. I wanted to touch him.
- Don’t touch. He said while slapping my hands.
He teared off my shirt, I wasn’t wearing a bra. He stared sucking on my nipple harshly while still fucking me with his fingers, I was going crazy.
- Come suck me.
I eagerly went down and took off his pants. I palmed him through his boxers, he seemed huge. I let his penis spring free, he indeed was huge, will it even fit in my mouth ?
- Quit staring and start working slut.
- Yes master.
I gave him a few strokes before licking the tip, he let out a groan. I caressed his balls while I took him in my mouth inch by inch.
He pushed my head and forced himself in my throat, I choked but he was in to the hilt. I started bobbing my head up and down, licking and sucking as best as I could.
- You’re doing so well baby. He said while throwing his head back in pleasure.
He put his hand on the back of my neck and started fucking my mouth at a fast pace.
- You’re such a good slut taking me in so well. He said huskily.
I didn’t know a blowjob could turn me on so much. I started to get impatient, i wanted to get fucked, hard.
- You’ve been a good girl. You deserve a reward.
He pushed me towards the desk and made me sit on it.
- Put your legs on my shoulder baby I want to eat you up.
Seconds later his tongue was on my pussy, licking and sucking on my clitoris making me arch my back and scream.
He continued fucking my pussy with his tongue, I could sense a warm feeling in the pit of stomach, I was going to cum soon. He started sucking on my clit while entering four fingers inside of me. I exploded in his mouth breathing heavily.
- You’re dripping and so open for me. I can’t wait to be inside you.
- Please fuck me ! I screamed.
In one swift motion he was fully inside of me, the stretch felt so good and I felt so full.
- God you’re so tight and wet. Do you like my big cock inside of you ?
- Yes yes I love it please move faster !
He went out and completely slided back in making me moan loudly. He was now fucking me at a frantic pace, hitting my pussy in all the right places.
- Turn around I want to see your ass.
I put my hand on the desk and arched my back, showing him a great view.
- You’re so beautiful Y/N… he said before slapping my ass. The sting made me jump a little.
He aligned himself to my entrance and slide back in, he was in so deep. He started making long hard thrusts hitting my g sport repeatedly. He took my hair and pulled on them harshly.
- You like being fucked like a little slut right ? I love how stretched out you are. You want to cum baby girl ?
- Yes please master make me cum !
A particularly hard thrust right on my bundle of nerves made me cum, tightening my walls around him.
- Fuck, I’m going to explode.
- Yes fill me up with your cum !
He was spilling his juice inside of me, I could feel his warm release coating my walls. He collapsed on my back, breathing heavily.
- My name is Jungkook.
- Nice to meet you Jungkook. I said with a smile.
We both put our clothes back on silently, not knowing really what to say. As I was ready to leave he took my wrist.
- I know it should have been the other way around but do you maybe want to get some coffee sometimes ? He asked shyly. So cute.
- Yes sure, here I’ll give you my number. Call me.
- I will definitely.
- Have a nice evening dr. Jeon.
And I was out. I can’t believe I just did that, but damn did it feel good.
I was in my bed when I suddenly received a text message : “hey it’s Jungkook, I can’t stop thinking about you. Tomorrow at 8pm ? I’m taking you out to dinner. Sweet dreams”.