though it creeped me out at first

-But Fear Itself


The Castle is always a little creepy when the students are on holiday for the week. All the hallways are empty for the most part, with only paintings and spirits to keep you company while you do maintenance. It’s hard to explain though because I know all the ghosts on a first name basis, so there really isn’t that aspect of mystery that usually comes with being creeped out.

Like, yeah it’s scary when a headless corpse comes flying out of the wall, but afterwards he usually stops to ask me how the family is doing and chat about the weather.

I guessed wrong;

staceyiscold  requested:

Hi could I have an imagine please?? Where the reader and either Monty or zach are secret cuddle buddies (like friends with benefits but for cuddles) and the boy develops feelings and avoids the reader so she confront him at school in front of his friends who don’t even know they talk and then it ends kinda fluffy kinda sexy? Not smut just not too cheesy! Thanks!!

author’s note: Sorry this is kinda late? i was quite out of it and i really need to sleep now but i hope this is any good!! aaaaa I don’t know how sexy I could turn this into?? I hope my ~sadness~ didn’t get much in the way (mainly i hope i didn’t disappoint hahahahaahkjasjd) i hope you enjoy it! hope i didn’t mess anything up!!!! it’s also quite long but i feel like i tried to shorten it up a bit. a mess. i apologize. /also i was the only one to read it so if any english mistakes,, again,, i apologize/

Originally posted by knightlley

I entered the school, trying to keep my small self-cheering to myself and walking with a teeny smile on my face. I greeted the kids I know, some greeted me back some just nodded at my existence, but none of that really bothered me. No, nothing could possibly bother me lately.

I was happy, is it too cheesy to say that?

Recently it is felt as if teenagers can’t feel happy, only stress and worry on their minds. Occasionally depressed, but it is the youth, mood swings are totally acceptable, which is how adults completely ignore any kind of scream of help coming from their children. With all the pressure coming at us, whether it’s socially with all the high standards or it’s school, which has really not any kind of low standards and you have to want, not need, but want to achieve a full score on anything.

But out of all the odds, I was happy. After everything that has been going on, being a little selfish and having a dot of happiness is what I deserve.

I went on and passed down the halls, getting to my locker and opening it. I felt a presence behind me but I brushed it off since tons of kids are walking there, but turned around when someone coughed and touched my shoulder to get my attention.

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pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader

word count: 2300 (did NOT mean for it to be this long)

warnings: swearing

prompt/request: “Hiiii, can I get a lin x reader where they run into each other on the street or something and they’re both wearing the same outfit (like black jeans and gray hoodies(™️️) and red converse or something) and its just really fluffy and stuff? Ok thanks!!” from an anon


Fuck this wind, you thought angrily as you stomped down a New York City sidewalk.

It had been a tough day, to say the least. Your boss was a moron, your co-workers were bitches, and you had started the morning off by waking up half an hour later than you normally intended and, in result, arrived an hour late for work, which earned you glares and lots of scolding – not to mention your laundry hadn’t finished in time, so you were stuck wearing the same hoodie, jeans, and black converse you wore the night before to make a convenience store run.

When you finally got off for lunch break, you knew you needed to get out of there.

You moved your hood down so it was over your face and slid your phone into the back pocket of your jeans. Grey clouds gathered overhead, and the swift breeze whipped hair across your face and into your mouth. Your eyebrows knitted together in the center of your forehead. You didn’t want to go back to work, but with weather like this? How the hell was your mood supposed to improve when the weather was so utterly miserable? It would do nothing but make you angrier, and you knew if you got any angrier, you wouldn’t be able to get any work done. You stopped for a second, pulled out your phone, and just began to type in your passcode when –


You fell face-first onto the cement.

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anonymous asked:

Tell us about your first kiss!!

Harry: *gazes adoringly*

Draco: *reluctant grin* Ugh. *pushes his face away*

Harry: It was at midnight on New Year’s Eve at Parkinson’s party six years back.

Draco: We’d bickered all bloody evening–

Harry: He looked gorgeous though–

Draco: This one kept following me around like a creep–

Harry: You didn’t complain when I followed you out into the balcony.

Draco: Yes, well, you were wearing your leather jacket–

Harry: So I find him out there and it’s freezing cold and so I ask him to stop being an idiot and come back inside ‘cause they were about to start the countdown.

Draco: And I asked him to sod off.

Harry: So I pressed him up against the wall and asked him to make me.

Draco: I’m sure I shot back something witty at that point.

Harry: You didn’t, you were too busy staring at my mouth.

Draco: Well, you have a very nice mouth.

Harry: Thank you, love. (´ ε ` )♡

Draco: And then we heard them start counting down to midnight.

Harry: And I had exactly ten seconds to work up the courage.

Draco: Which you did…

Harry: And then I kissed him.

Draco: It was fucking perfect. 

Harry: And it was our last ever first kiss.

Draco: …Congratulations, you made it gayer.

Yuanfen - Part 7

Characters - Bucky x Reader, OFC (Tesla @bovaria)

Word Count - 1909

Warnings - None

A/N - Idk dude. New charater, YAY! I’m not prepared to write the next part is2g. Please dont hesitant to tell me what you think! This is an AU. 缘分 (Yuanfen) is a Chinese word that has no direct English translation and (roughly) means “A relationship that is brought together by a force such as destiny or fate.“

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You walked out the room with Bucky on your heels, pulling the door closed just fast enough for him to stop. Doing the only thing you could think of, you held the handle tightly with all your bodyweight shifted in the opposite direction. Though you were putting everything that you had into the action, the doorknob still turned within your grasp. With struggled groans, you continued to lean away as Bucky pulled the door open. Your feet slid across the wooden flooring until you were inside the room, right in front of the one person you didn’t want to see.

“Did you just try to lock me,” he paused, a smirk tugging at his lips as you straightened your stance, “in my own room?”

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Broken Trust - Part Three

Summary: From what you’ve been told the British Men of Letters weren’t people you would really like. Though you didn’t expect to get that caught up with one of them, breaking the Winchester’s trust with your actions.

Words: 1608

Pairing: Eventual Arthur (Mr.) Ketch x Reader

Originally posted by marilynmay

Warnings: None really. Maybe a bit angsty at the end.

A/N: Feedback Is Appreciated! You can write yourself down for upcoming Ketch fics on my taglist. 


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Hidden (Part 9)

My head hits the window as we pull into a place my eyes slowly adjusts to. I look over to Jinyoung and his lips press into a thin line. He gets out first and stands at the front of the car as he looks out to the secluded home, far from the city. I stay in the car. My stubbornness keeps me in place. I don’t want to get out and I certainly don’t want to enter the home if that’s the plan.

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March 6

A quick little Wayhaught drabble for @haughtbreaker. Happy Birthday Nic! 

It happened suddenly on a nondescript day in March.

March 6, to be exact, when the frozen terrain of Purgatory was finally beginning to show signs of thaw after a long and harsh winter, the temperature ticking slowly up from bone-numbing hypothermia to a less threatening bite of frost.

It was the day Nicole Haught knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she was gonna marry Waverly Earp.

The thought came unbidden to Nicole while she stood in the middle of the Earps’ living room on an uneventful Monday afternoon, her emotions zipping sharp and fast as she watched an adorable blush creep up Waverly’s neck.

“It’s, uh, the one you gave me,” Waverly explained, awkwardly gesturing toward the thin piece of card stock between Nicole’s fingers. “You know, when we first met.”

Of course Nicole knew. Even though it had been almost two years since that moment, she still remembered that day like it was yesterday. Flattered, Nicole traced a finger along a crease that ran down her old business card, off center, a white crinkle separating the words Purgatory and Sheriff. She had found it when Waverly asked her to grab a few dollars out of her purse to tip the delivery driver when he arrived. The small rectangle was tucked securely behind a picture they had taken at a carnival photo booth last summer, both making silly faces, tongues sticking out, so obviously happy and in love.

Waverly bit her lip. “What are you thinking?”

Marry me, Nicole’s mind whispered as her heart surged with unexpected, overwhelming affection. “I’m thinking–”

“Takeout’s here!” Wynonna interrupted, strolling in from the kitchen and chucking a thumb toward the front door. She glanced at Nicole’s hand. “What the hell, Haught? I need money, not your damn business card.”

Nicole bit her tongue, for once grateful for Wynonna’s poor timing. If she was going to propose, she was going to do it the right way. Waverly deserved that and so much more.

“I’m thinking…I can’t believe you kept it,” Nicole deflected, ignoring Wynonna.

“Of course I did.” Waverly smiled and stepped closer. “I keep everything you give me.”


“Ugh, yes, really.” Wynonna walked between them. “She’s got a box upstairs with all sorts of junk related to you.” She snatched the wallet from Nicole’s hands and pulled out a handful of bills before tossing it back. “Some ugly unicorn thing, ticket stubs, pictures, a stained coffee cup sleeve, which,” she screwed up her face, “gross.”

“It’s not gross,” Waverly protested, her entire face now flushed.

 “I think it’s adorable,” Nicole reassured her.

“Adorably psycho maybe.” Wynonna said with an affectionate roll of her eyes. “Don’t make out too long okay? I don’t want my Gong Bao chicken to go cold,” she said over her shoulder as she went outside to get their food.

“Don’t listen to her,” Nicole said, leaning down to give Waverly a quick kiss, soft and sweet.

“Mmm, I never do.” Waverly beamed as she pulled away. “Help me set the table?”

“Sure.” Nicole carefully tucked the card back into its spot behind the photo and placed the wallet back in Waverly’s purse. She followed her girlfriend to the kitchen, stealing another kiss before Wynonna got back, all the while thinking about the next thing she’d give to Waverly; something she hoped Waverly would keep forever.

Room 733

by reddit user The_Dalek_Emperor

A lot of people seemed to be very creeped out by this story. I received a couple of messages recommending this story to me a while back. I can understand why. It’s a bit long, but it’s worth it:

The Suicide Room. That’s what they called room 733 - as if I didn’t have enough to worry about on my first day as a freshman.

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Wally West + “Are you flirting with me?”

“Is your ass made of sugar because damn it’s sweet.” Your eyes flitted up from your book on marine biology and to a boy you’ve seen on campus a few times. Waldo, Walter, Wade? You weren’t sure-you knew his last name was West though. You also knew he was smart and cute.

He was leaning against the edge of the library table you were using, with a cheesy smile caked on his puppy dog face.

“What?” He takes a seat in the chair across from you and leans forward on his elbows,

“If you were a flower you’d be a dandelion.” You couldn’t help but snort at that one.

“You’re Y/N, right?” You nodded, you tilted your head back with your eyes narrowed.

“We have Statistics together,” he clarified, not wanting to sound like a creep, “I’m Wally.” He stuck his hand out for you to shake. When your hands meet you couldn’t notice how warm his was.

“You’re really hot-warm,” you corrected, feeling you face heat up, “I mean you are hot but, uh, what I meant in the first place was like temperature wise.” Wally couldn’t help but laugh.

“Are you hitting on me?” He asked, jokingly. Though that part went over your head.

“What?” You squeak, “You were the one who started with the pickup lines!”

“You called me hot,” he winked. You, slightly mortified, stayed quiet after that.

“How about I do us both a favor?” He asked.

“And do what?” You wondered,

“Take you out to dinner tomorrow night? Say, around seven?” You mouth pops open just a little, you relax back in your seat and eyed him for a moment.

“If you buy the chiese after I’ll get us movie tickets,” you told him.

“Depends on what movie,” he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back too.

“The new Harry Potter movie, Fantastic Beasts?” Wally nodded,

“You have yourself a deal,” he grinned.

“Good, we can meet up around seven in the quad-that good?”

“It’s great. I’ll see you then.” He got up and pushed his chair in, his sparkling eyes and constant smile never turning away from you.

“See you then Wally.”





“The way you just casually rattle off crap like that creeped me out even before I broke it off with you!”

“I love you, though, Uozumi”


please a flashback episode explaining thanks

THEORY TIME!! (It’s kinda long)
Ok so, @markiplier played this games about a month or two ago called “Little Nightmares” and in the game there are two main bosses you have to beat, and the first one being non other then ‘the janitor’. Now you may ask why I’m telling you this, right? Well, from what I’ve gathered, I’ve found very similarities between the host and the janitor, and think there the same person…

first of all, there names:
there names both start with ‘the’ and I know that this doesn’t sound like much, but when you think about it, the host used to be “the author”,
back in “Danger in Fiction” but after some incident that caused him to lose his eyes, he changed his name to the host. So basically we already know that host changed his name already once, so it could be plausible that the host could of changed his name again, to of corse another title that start with 'the’.

Second of all, there clothing styles are, of corse, very similar to each other’s since both of them have brown trench coats, black-ish/brown-ish pants, and of corse, host’s famous blindfold that hides his eyes.

Finally, the last thing out the two are the way the two act. Because in the game little nigtmares, The Janitor seem to mumble incoherently to himself until he see’s the player, which as he know, host tends to speak to himself, as he narrates the story going on before him. Next thing is that they both are (from what I’ve seen from games, videos, and fanfics) they both are sensitive to sound.

I know that This theory was a bit all over the place, but I hope you understand that there are a lot of similarities between the two that we have missed.

As for his arms and legs, and overall look…. (story time) I think that this is some future “post-apocalypse” Host, and that a war started after all of mark’s egos gain control and took over (not just TV) but the whole world! The humans ended up fighting back though, and a few years later, after many deaths and lots of tears, there was a kinda end to the war, but no proclaimed winner, so the monsters and humans just kinda had to deal with each other as humanity had to start from scratch due to everything that was once there was obliterated from the world, including technology. So of corse there was still no peace between the races yet and lot of monsters and people still died.

But my theory is, is that during the war, a nuclear bomb was set off close to where host location was at the time, the nuclear bomb ended up killing everyone

Except the host….

After the bomb, the nuclear waste and stuff, caused the host to go through horrible transformations, resulting in the janitor.

One more theory, its about why host named himself the janitor: I think that it’s because of after the war, there where lots of dead corpses, organs, blood, etc left. So the host went and cleaned up the mess, taking it for his own use, he cleaned up most of the streets, making him him “the janitor” the one who cleans up the place.

I love writing about the girlies in aoex. People should send in more requests for them! Thank you for this <3


Originally posted by ajsti

  • It would take her a moment to understand what you just said
  • For a couple of minutes she’d just kinda sit there staring at you with her eyes wide and a huge scary smile on her adorable face
  • ‘Um, Shiemi are you okay?’
  • She finally breaks out of that weird trance 
  • And she is so so happy 
  • She basically shouts to the world that she feels the same way 
  • Doesn’t realize how loud she’s being 
  • Because she’s just so happy 
  • She wishes that she had the courage to be the one to tell you first


Originally posted by seieiryu

  • She’s super embarrassed 
  • And he entire face turns red 
  • Straight away she acts as though she really doesn’t care
  • ‘Why are you talking like that, you’re such a creep Y/N’
  • But before you leave just whispers 
  • ‘Yeah, I kinda like you too.’ 
  • ‘Don’t make such a big deal out of it, okay?!’
  • This lets you know that she feels the same way as you do 


Originally posted by lauleemc

  • She’s probably drunk and is like ‘Yeah sure you too, boo’
  • Make sure you don’t tell her whilst you’re out drinking together
  • At first she’d tease you about it
  • ‘Aw, you like me Y/N, that’s cute’
  • Will tease you for the next hour or more, depending on her mood
  • When she finally tell you about how she feels so giddy and looks at you so lovingly it’s adorable 
  • Goes back to teasing you again
Wot I think of MCSM 2 gameplay

So…I’ve watched the game play form the E3 presentation for the new game…

This is the only instance I actually watched spoiler mcsm stuff so from here on out I want nothing to do with any info outside of the shown game play today…on that note lets talk about what was seen! (spoilers below, duh)

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anonymous asked:

Why is Ra's so obsessed with Tim Drake pre52?

admiration. and a grudge at bruce wayne

when we hear tim drake is the greatest detective right after batman, it’s not just for effect, something for people who don’t know anything about tim to have as a subtitle for the third robin. he IS on that level of expertise. ra’s al ghul, someone who’s able to go hand-in-hand with batman and come out unharmed, has admitted that even though tim isn’t physically on dick or damian’s level, his intellectuality makes up more than enough for it. so when bruce goes missing in time after final crisis and tim is the ONLY one who believes that bruce isn’t just alive but can also bring him back, ra’s interest is even more piqued. the entirety of the dcu believes bruce is gone forever and there’s this… kid who hasn’t given up hope? who still acts as if the great detective is out there and can be brought back? well color me interested, susan. color me interested

their first encounter has ra’s be a creep as per usual and kidnap tim. he goes: “so listen bub your father is a LOSER who i ADMIRE but he’s still a LOSER because he doesn’t share my DREAMS of an endless, global, infinitely powerful EMPIRE and because you’re not genetically his kid, but you’re still smart af, i’m offering you the same deal. because you’re like totally not lame. so. what you say? wanna fuck some shit up together?” which doesn’t sound like much, a crazy grandpa just wants someone to help him fulfil his weird retirement plan, but we’re talking about ra’s al ghul who is prouder and more thickheaded than bruce. so in order for tim to find his mentor, he’s forced to work with ra’s to find out what happened. he soon discovers evidence about bruce being stuck in the time stream and after a set of events (kon appearing to let tim know he’s alive and believes tim in his quest to find bruce), ra’s goes “ye ok fuck you now” and things are basically back to normal. ra’s goes to gotham and tries to fuck up everyone close to the batfamily but tim? BITCH NOOOOO. TIM DUELS HIM. ra’s then sheds a mental tear because his little boy is all grown up, and proceeds to call him “detective” which he only saves for his dear batman. hence proving he considers tim to be as good as bruce

this is clearly a free interpretation but the point here is: don’t fuck with tim

Naiad J-Hope

nymph (/nimf/)


  a mythological spirit of nature imagined as a beautiful maiden inhabiting rivers, woods, or other locations.

(ex. Naiads- freshwater nymphs)

  • He lives near a lake in a forest, that he mainly takes care of himself
  • He always comes out to take short walks in the forest
  • Mainly to look for injured plants or a animals
  • He’d tie a fallen stem off a plant back so it can heal
  • And he helped a deer get out of a bush after it’s horns got tangled in
  • But he’d almost never come out when humans came by
  • It was his lake you first saw during your camping trip
  • The water looked clean and clear, so you decided to set up camp there
  • You were alone, wanting to take a break from everything, and you thought that your trip would go fairly well
  • Then you forgot your lighter
  • It was dawn, and you were panicking because you didn’t know how to set a fire from scratch
  • You’d attempt to though, reading instructions from the Camping 101 book you brought with you
  • Anyway, so Hoseok would be watching you, at first curiously, but then frustration would creep up on him after seeing your failed fire attempt no.8
  • So he ascended from the stream and help you
  • “Excuse me, miss? You aren’t supposed to rub it that way.”
  • You’d be freaked out as to why a naked man just appeared out of nowhere
  • And is now grabbing the pieces of wood you tried starting a fire with
  • But hey, he succeeded so you’re friends now
  • You got him a towel and told him to cover up
  • Hoseok wouldn’t lie about being naiad
  • You wouldn’t believe him obviously
  • Which led him to jump in the water and emerge from it a few times
  • He even sang a bit to lure some squirrels and birds to you
  • And you believe him now, because I mean, who else can do that
  • Sadly, you needed to go back, and he obviously couldn’t leave his home
  • However, you made sure to visit him on every weekend
  • You brought him gifts each time
  • Like some hoodies and pants
  • And some notebooks and pens
  • So he can draw some of the plants and take some notes down on the animals
  • He’d happily accept them
  • Although still not getting the concept of clothes much
  • Because he’s a nature spirit duh
  • On one of your visits, a squirrel scampered over to you and gave you some blueberries
  •  Then a bird swooped in and dropped you a bundle of flowers
  • When you finally got to Hoseok’s spot, there were dates on the ground
  • Yes, dates, as in the food
  • Hoseok emerges from the lake, and he was wearing the sweatshirt you first gave him
  • He’d be so shy ahhhh my precious
  • “So, uhm, do you wanna go on a date?”
  • And everything else that followed after was amazing
  • During the day, he’d help you climb the trees and you’d hang out there
  • The animals also took a liking to you
  • Especially the deer
  • “That’s Herc, and that’s his sister Calypso.”
  • “But they aren’t related in Greek mythology?”
  • “…well… wow, look over there, it’s Zeus, the hummingbird you always liked? Yeah, his name is Zeus.”
  • The grass literally becomes greener wherever you guys go
  • Flowers for you all the time
  • Helping him take care of the lake and the plants
  • Fireflies around you guys every night
  • For your first anniversary, he built you a small house near his lake
  • Needless to say you loved it
  • And you love him
  • And he loves you
  • He’s just such a sweetheart
  • He’d always make sure that you’re comfy and happy
  • “I’m so grateful you forgot your lighter.”
  • You don’t know if it was his doing or not, but the stars always shone brighter when you were with him
  • Always :’)
Something Sweet

pairing: Alex x Reader

warnings: nothing? just dumb innuendos at the end

coffee shop au

based on a prompt i saw somewhere: “sure, i used to be a regular, but i literally haven’t been to this coffee shop in two years. how do you still remember my order??”

this is my first time. this was probably inspired by listening to in the heights on repeat. anyway i love nina rosario if u love her too hmu

words: 761

You tried to swear off coffee before. One month, no coffee. Obviously, it didn’t work out. I mean, it’s not your fault. Human bodies just aren’t made to work without coffee. Back in college, you used to go to Joe’s Coffee every day. Practically all your essays were written from some kind of coffee high. Coffee was the only thing on your mind all the way through the cab ride.

So when your friend texted you wanting to meet up somewhere, it was a no-brainer. Joe’s Coffee it was.

“Hi, welcome to Joe’s Coffee, what can I get for you?” The barista asked. You looked up at him. Pretty cute. Art major, probably, with his sloppy ponytail and faded jeans. You squinted at his sweater, something about the ridiculous collar and the unattractive grey colour tugging at the back of your brain.

“Um, can I get an-”

“Iced espresso?” he asked, a sparkle in his eyes.

“Was that a lucky guess or do I know you?” you replied, frowning at him.

“Yes,” he answered with a stupid grin.

Too creeped out to say your usual complete order, you smiled. “How much is that?”

“3 dollars,” he replied. Right before he turned his back, you could’ve sworn there was a knowing gleam in his eyes.

You left your money and hastily moved over. He didn’t really seem like a stalker type, though. More like a modern-day Shakespeare with no money.

“Iced espresso,” he smiled, handing you the coffee. You mumbled a quick thanks and turned around to find a seat, but he continued. “Actually, could you taste the coffee first? I like hearing people tell me how good my coffee is.”

You rolled your eyes and obliged. Wow, this was good. Exactly how you used to order - with a little bit of cinnamon.

“Do I know you?” you asked, 90% sure that this guy wasn’t a stranger.

“All right, let’s play a game. If you can remember my name, your coffee’s on the house,” he said.

You laughed and shook your head. “Sorry, your face is nice and all that, but it’s just not ringing a bell.”

“Hypothetically, if a barista dropped a steaming mug of coffee on his own foot, what would you expect him to do? Scream, or suddenly turn poetic and burst out a haiku about pain?” he said, his smile growing wider as he saw the recognition dawn in your eyes.

“Jesus, it’s you!” you whispered-screamed.

“Nah, I’m just Alex. It’s nice you see you again, though,” he replied, tucking back a loose strand of hair.

“Dude, I didn’t recognize you with the long hair! What the hell?” you exclaimed, marveling at how much nicer he looked now. “How did you even remember my order?”

“I have excellent memory,” he mumbled, suddenly awkward. “Thanks for the compliment, by the way. About my nice face. Look, my shift already ended, but I saw you enter and I couldn’t resist. Want to sit and catch up?”

All thoughts of meeting up with your friend disappeared. Alex had always seemed to carry a certain energy with him, and it was amplified tenfold when you actually talked to him. It was nice how he listened, rapt, every time you opened your mouth, and how he convinced his coworker to give you a free panini.

He was rambling about his blog post on a recent mass shooting when his eyes got distracted by your phone lighting up. “Hey, someone texted you,” he said.

From: Alexa

yo i passed by joe’s but u were busy talking to some cute dude. im just gonna read my book outside. i’ve been dying to finish it but u forced me to go hang out with u

From: Alexa

jfc in the whole hour i’ve been sitting on the bench outside he hasn’t closed his mouth once. go take him home and see what else that mouth can do huh

From: Alexa

also. have u noticed how his fingers are constantly drumming on the table? boy sure knows how to work his fingers

From: Alexa

alright girl im done with my book. i’m gonna go back home and continue binge watching supernatural. dont let me stop u from getting laid

You crossed your legs, suddenly aware of his every movement. “Nothing, just my mom,” you said, gripping your coffee cup tightly.

As he continued talking about his blog post, you didn’t really hear anything, too busy noticing how he gestured violently with his fingers, and how often he had to lick his lips in between lengthy sentences. 

Damn it.

This might seem like a ridiculous rant to some degree but…

People who are obsessed with fetishizing robots kind of creep me out. We’re nearing a time in the future where we may have sentient robotic beings working alongside us and very often what people fixate on is having sex with them? It seems like it’s setting the stage for objectifying them, though sexualization of anything just kind of rubs me the wrong way in the first place. Especially when robots being built specifically for sex/servitude are designed after what appears to be society’s conception of a docile woman. Which then kind of trails off into society’s objectifying views of women. I could just be getting ahead of myself though.

Anyways when robot rights becomes a thing in like a hundred years I will be there to beat people up…

Cool as ice (Luke smut)

Summary: Luke’s had a bad day and wants to please his princess

Warnings: nsfw! there’s a lot of daddy kink, bondage, ice play, swearing and a slight kitten kink

A/N: this is the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written and it turned out a lot better than I though it would lmao. Enjoooooy :-)))

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You’re lounging around the house when you first get his message. Although he’s sometimes portrayed as the ‘innocent’ member of his band, your boyfriend Luke has always been far from innocent, evidence of his darkened mind creeping into the sensual tone of his surprising text.

I’ve had such a bad day y/n, can you make it up for me? I’ll be back in fifteen, wear the nice ones I got you for your birthday xx

Immediately you know what he means and hurry to finish the article of a magazine you’re reading. When you’ve closed the shiny paper and put your mug to wash in the sink, you slowly begin to make your way upstairs.

After rummaging through the drawers until you find the matching set of lacy bra and thong he’s referring to, you walk through to the bathroom to change. The fabric clings to you perfectly and you take a moment to brush out your hair and check your appearance in the shiny mirror. Only when you’re finally satisfied do you walk out to sit on the bed, waiting for him to get back.

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