watch out for when he claims to be wearing just a jumper

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Jerome x Reader


Jerome frowned down at the mess he’d made. He was getting bored with Theo, he’d asked if he could leave for a while if he found something more fun to do until Theo ha d plan for him. Theo agreed but he had yet to think of something fun.

At least until he spotted a girl wear something that look awfully like his old jumper. He watched her all the way down the street, climbing dangerously over the roof so he could keep sight of her.

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kristina-kennedy  asked:

How about Genji, Hanzo and McCree going to the beach with their S/O since it's summer?


Genji:

  • You were nervous about this, Genji had never seen so much of your body exposed before and you weren’t quite sure if you were ready for the next step, when you confronted him about these feelings, he explained to you that judging you for your body was the last thing you should stress about. He claimed it would be hypocritical to hate you for such a thing
  • Genji couldn’t exactly be near the sea or the sand due to his physical enhancements so the two of you spent most of the time on the boardwalk and just admiring the view, finding other ways to make the most of your day
  • He ended up dragging you into the arcades as the two of you wasted your money and time on games and machines in the hopes to accomplish something,, and you did!
  • The sun was setting over the horizon by the time you two were finished messing around. The sky had faded to shades of orange and pink as stretched out clouds dotted the sky.
  • Genji lifted his mask and took your hand, kissing it gently before pulling you closer. His lips connected with yours and you blushed. The two of you watched the sky grow darker as your fingers remained intertwined.

Hanzo:

  • He was a little shocked when you asked, he’d never exactly been before so this would be new to him
  • When the two of you arrived, he was still wearing his heavy black jumper and he clearly looked a little hot, you pouted and looked at him, tugging on the sleeve of his hoodie
  • He sighed, muttering to you that it wouldn’t be a good idea, , but he eventually gave in to your begging eyes.
  • You soon realised why he was so conscious, his bare chest was coloured with awkward tan lines (insp.). He huffed slightly and looked away but your heart swelled up as you leaned in to hug him
  • You caught him blushing after you told him how cute he was. He put an arm over your shoulders, kissing your forehead. He didn’t exactly move from under the umbrella but that was okay with you; a smile played on his lips as he watched you enjoy yourself.

McCree:

  • He was than happy to take you, he’d been waiting for something like this for quite a while, only he didn’t want to pressure you in case you felt insecure
  • You weren’t going to lie, he looked amazing in just shorts. In return, he was positively shook at how stunning you looked, so much so that he took every opportunity to take photos of you wherever you went
  • The pair of you spent the day, goofing around as if you were in a cheesy romantic comedy. He’d pick you up and spin you around, you’d laugh and take his hand, pulling him into the ocean.
  • For the whole day, the dork refused to take his hat off, claiming it was protecting him. However at one point you still snatch it off of him and place it on your own head, laughing and imitating him until he chased you down to get it back
  • It was like something you’d seem in a movie,, the both of you tripped and he was there on top of you. He spoke in his dopey southern accent. “Well m’lady, seems you’ve fallen for me.” You snickered and shoved his shoulder. But he just leaned down and kissed your lips softly.
Everything to me (Simon Request)

The tweets were endless. Mentions of you not being good enough for him. Tagging you in photos where Simon was without you. Saying he was happier then. Anything you tweeted yourself would get hate. If you even thought about replying to a tweet from your boyfriend, they’d all attack you with their words once again. It was easier to stay clear of all of it. But Simon claimed you shouldn’t have to do that.
Disabling his comments hadn’t helped. It only fuelled their hatred claiming that ‘you had made him do this’. They said that things were so different since you had been with him. And you were scared that now you were beginning to admit it might be true.
You looked at yourself in the mirror and couldn’t see anything good anymore. You hadn’t felt like this in a while. Not since you had Simon. He made you forget about all of your insecurities. But now that had changed. Those comments and those tweets had changed it.
You now saw how your stomach wasn’t completely flat. You didn’t have the shadows of ab muscles forming or a gap between your legs that was somehow aspirational. You had skin on your thighs that was definitely unwanted and you couldn’t fit into the size six like the models could. Your cheeks were chubby from never really losing your baby feature and you couldn’t wear a crop top comfortably in the summer.
Every time your eyes skimmed over your body you seemed to find more and more features that you didn’t like. That you despised.
You hadn’t mentioned anything to your boyfriend. He knew that their words had affected you but not this much. Not so much that you couldn’t even look at yourself in the mirror anymore. To the point where you had considered leaving him just because it would make him happier. You cared about him more than anything and if you were stopping him from being himself, you would be the one to change that. Of course, he had never said to you that you had done anything to make him feel like that but the millions of subscribers had pressured you into believing it.
“(Y/n)?” Simon calls when he evidently walks into the room and you jolt your head towards the bathroom door just to make sure it was closed.
There were tears in your eyes now and he couldn’t see you like this.
“I’m in here” You reply loud enough for him to hear even with a croak in your voice.
“Hey babe” He chirps and you can see the cute smile on his face, “Do you wanna film a video with me and the guys? We’re thinking of starting a new series”
“Umm hang on a second” You quickly respond, tugging down the material of your ‘Sugg Life’ jumper that hung oversized on your body, “What were you thinking of doing?” You ask, closing the door behind you and going to find a pair of jeans or joggers that didn’t necessarily hug your legs as much…
“Like random games or GTA or dead by daylight and stuff but with you in it. Basically just us teaching you how to play” He explains happily, “You in?”
“I don’t know Simon, I’m not feeling too great” You lie, grabbing a pair of joggers and pulling them over your legs.
“Were you sick?” He frowns with evident concern, the smile slipping from his lips.
“No no I just… I’m gonna go lie down for a while” You nod, “I’ll go in the spare room”
“Don’t be silly, you can stay in here” He assures you, “Everyone knows you live here anyway”
“Its okay” You force a smile onto your lips, leaning up to kiss his cheek, “Enjoy filming”
You don’t notice how worried Simon looks as you walk away. You just felt so enclosed that you had to get out.
~~~Simon’s POV~~~
I was concerned now. Something wasn’t right. And as my thumb clicked onto twitter, I could tell why. Her mentions were full of hate. And these were only the ones I had been tagged in. She must’ve seen so much more. Tweet after tweet pushing more and more negative thoughts into her mind. And none of them were true. I loved my viewers but did they really have to be like this? I could only imagine how upset she was. She was sensitive even if she didn’t admit it.
And with this, I couldn’t blame her.
‘Kill yourself you fat bitch’
‘Haven’t seen Simon look so fed up since I started watching him. It’s her’
‘She needs to start using those fat legs of hers and walk out’
‘Who the fuck even thinks Simon likes this girl?’
‘I feel bad for Simon. He must be desperate if he’s with that fat fuck’
The anger bubbled in my stomach until the controller I had been planning on using to use for filming goes flying across the room and crashes against the wall.
“I was gonna ask if you were gonna join the call but that can wait” Josh starts, leaning against the wall of my room, “What’s going on?”
“I need to talk to (y/n)” I sigh, getting up, “Record without me yeah?”
“Sure but, are you sure everything’s okay?”
“No, but I just need to speak to her,” I nod and head outside, going straight to the spare room.
~~~Your POV~~~
You were sat on the bed with your laptop on your legs, replying to some emails from work and generally just catching up on a few things when Simon came in.
“I thought you were filming” You frown.
“Nope” He shrugs, reaching out his hand, “Come here”
“What are you doing?” You question as he lifts you up to stand.
“You’re coming with me beautiful” He mentions simply, leading you out of the room and downstairs.
“Babe what’s wrong with you?” You chuckle slightly as he hands you a pair of shoes and slips on his own.
He leads you silently to the car and you climb inside without protest even if you didn’t feel up to it.
It was dark outside now. The clear sky forming a sheet of stars above the house and the moon reflecting the past light of the sun.
Simons hand doesn’t leave yours as he drives and you keep your eyes focused on his adorable face with his glasses perched on his nose. They were right. You didn’t deserve him.
He soon parks up and you notice he’s taken you to the top of a cliff where the pair of you had gone after a date before. It was the place of your first kiss.
“Why are we here?” You frown and he sits down on a large rock with you beside him.
“So I saw those tweets” He starts, fingers absentmindedly playing with yours.
“Si-” You start
“And I know they would’ve upset you” He comments with all too much truth, “And I don’t know where to start (y/n)”
“You don’t have to” You shake your head, feeling guilty now.
“They mean nothing babe” He states simply, “I don’t give a fuck about 140 characters on a tweet. I don’t give a fuck about your mentions. I don’t give a fuck if they say it every single day. I only care about it affecting you. Because it shouldn’t”
“Its endless Simon. Every single thing I do they seem to have something against” You look down, “I’m starting to think they’re telling the truth”
“Bullshit” He states simply, “They could say a thousand things and it wouldn’t matter. They could say a million times that you’re not good enough or whatever and I still wouldn’t care”
“Look at me Simon” You exclaim, “There’s Sarah and Freya and Katie and Kay and Emily and then there’s me. I’m not beautiful like them, I can’t take a selfie that I look good in. Hell, I don’t even take photos on my own. I don’t look good in tight clothes, I always just wear sweats. Im nothing compared to them”
“(Y/n), do you remember when we first met? Because I do. 3 years ago. You were at the restaurant and you served us. I remember you said something about JJ and it made all of us laugh. And we spent the night chatting to you because by the time we left, it was hours after you should’ve closed. And I remember every time you walked away I realised more and more how beautiful you were. You liked sport even if you did prefer rugby and you liked video games especially gta and you had this fascinating life outside of that small restaurant that I was mesmerised by the more and more you spoke. You were stunning in your simplicity. You didn’t need makeup or perfectly done hair. You were you and to me, that was everything. And that’s not going to change”
You have tears in your eyes now. Simon was never one to speak like that.
“Think of it this way” He nods, squeezing your hand, “I fell in love with you and that’s what should matter, don’t let my viewers stop you from remembering that”
“Thank you” You mutter, the tears threatening to slip from your eyes as they built up more and more.
“Don’t cry babygirl” He whispers, the pad of his thumb wiping under your eyes quickly, “We all have these days. Yours just aren’t necessary” He chuckles and you smile.
“We should probably get back. You have filming to do right?” You sigh, knowing moments like these never lasted long.
“YouTube can wait”

haikyuu!day6

sungjin
- dad captain
- ace or that one all round guy
- gets some sort of injury every playing season
- really good team talks, really embarrassing point celebrations
- probably one of the reasons why his team is very well known around the country
- makes sure everyone drinks enough water during any sort of resting break
- *jae gets called off*
- sungjin, from on court: stay hydrated!
- race between him and wonpil to lift spirits
- “they scored one point, we’ll score two more!”
- knows all the cringey lines
- blames himself for every loss
- never takes credit for any win
- friends with all the captains
- (”sungjin isn’t as scary as he looks. I watched him cry during ‘The Notebook’.”)
- spare kneepads for his team
- came up with the idea of having their names on the back of their jersey (brian sided with him immediately)
- seems calm on the outside
- danger sounds, clashing pans, red flashing warning lights on the inside
- only when wonpil is serving
- he’s been hit on the back of the head one too many times

jae
- even though he looks like tsukki, he’s part of the pretty setter squad
- works best with brian
- likes to remind sungjin that, he, jae, is his hyung
- “WHAT DOES AGE HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?” - sungjin
- ‘accidentally’ hits wonpil with volleyballs
- just shows his accuracy, and so, why he’s a setter
- causes most injuries whenever he gets the chance to attack
- watch out for his serves
- chicken man is gonna send the deadliest of serves your way. spectators, watch out for the rebound
- superstitious
- ‘jae you don’t need your glasses’
- ‘we’ll lose if i don’t wear them’
- has to get a new frame after every 2 or 3 games cause they always break
- claims he taught dowoon all the tips and tricks
- his setting pattern varies all the time even his teammates get confused
- ‘i thought you were passing to brian!’
- ‘so did they.’
- says his cues in different languages
- ‘i told you to go left’
- ‘how was i supposed to know when i can’t understand you!’
- laughs when wonpil someone falls
- may be most confusing but makes the best plays. honestly.

young k
- ace, no doubt
- has YOUNG K (capitalised and double bolded) on the back of his jersey
- paid extra to get it done that way
- rarely washes his kit (pls shower)
- gets banned from matches by sungjin unless he showers and cleans his kit
- late night training
- followed up by completing his homework due for the next day
- usually forgets his water to practice
- steals wonpils
- finds any moment to snack
- ‘it helps me get energy back’
- ‘brian, thats a Super-Fruiter, Extra-Sour, Happy-Lucky-Trail, Wine Gum Mixture.’
- most likely to succeed in the sport but chooses academics over continuing with the sport at the start of one year
- immediately regrets his decision after one day and goes running back to the team
- poor dowoon had his hopes up for being the ace
- low-key the reason why people from other schools cheer for their team
- prime time for sweaty!brian and forehead!brian… maybe even bandana!brian if youre lucky
- sleeps after every game
- misses half of the warm up because he was asleep between matches

wonpil
- libero or reserve
- team’s number 1 cheerleader
- #letwonpilplay
- first one to step forward when dowoon says he needs help with practice
- actually the one who washes brian’s kit so that he can attend the matches
- bakes treats and snacks for the team
- when he finally is on court, he can be a great setter
- but a terrible server
- which is why he’s a reserve (wonpil work on ur serve then u can be on the court team)
- lord save us all, who knows who’s going to get hit with his serves
- good thing he’s useful defence too
- team formation when he’s on : 4:2 (4 attackers + switching libero, 2 setters)
- makes other teams scared to hurt him
- used to get knocked over whenever he received a spike
- now he only stumbles
- hands out premade thank you cards to everyone on the opposing team after the game
- and congratulations cards if they’re beat
- once handed out ‘congratulations on your baby’ cards cause the store ran out of general ones

dowoon
- the next generation’s ace
- seems quiet on court
- ‘big buff boy can’t do anything’
- boom, spike to the face
- highest jumper
- picks his own number cause he can get away with it
- sungjin goes against him saying it needs to be orderly
- dowoon got his own number
- most competitive. against brian.
- he just really wants to be ace
- tries to play mind games by shouting out things for the other team to hear (but rly does want the ball)
- other team easily catches on  that he’s being ignored
- but don’t worry that’s a secret team tactic
- dowoon doesnt know about it
- get dowoon rly annoyed so that he spikes the ball terrifyingly hard a few times when it gets passed to him
- now he needs to do that all the time without being provoked to become ace
- really just everyone’s favourite player and always gets player’s player of the season award
- can earn 10 points by making the other team continually make mistakes
- doesn’t go along with the receive plan. ever.
- legit just everyone’s favourite player, they will fight you if breathe the wrong way around him.

anonymous asked:

(Tested out this cologne today and it immediately reminded me of Tom??) So pre-relationship you and Peter are grabbing things for your upcoming movie night. While browsing the drug store you start testing out perfume until coming across Bleu de Chanel (men's cologne). Claiming it's the best smelling scent and rambling about how attractive it is on a guy you continue on to the candy aisle. Peter however sneakily checks it out wincing at the price. A few days later he goes back to the store- •Ari•

[-and buys a box of Bleu de Chanel (using up a month’s worth of allowance). Over the course of the next few weeks Peter wears a subtle amount of the cologne. This lovesick romantic doesn’t want to be too obvious but will do anything to catch your attention. During the next movie night when you cuddle into Peter’s side you sigh dreamily at how good he smells. His heart is hammering in his chest. It’s when you put his hoodie on that you recognize the cologne. You can’t stop smiling that night •Ari•] 

lord oh lord this is so cute ari but i’m not gonna add much because this is (as always) fucking perfect on its own

  • ah yes, the weekly movie night 
  • every friday, after last period physics together 
  • you and peter would bus together, pick up some takeout, candy & a movie for the night
  • but you would’ve subtly mentioned it as you found the tester bottle or something
  • most attractive cologne on a guy, no doubt” 
  • and peter wasn’t really paying attention till then but as soon as you said that 
  • his head whipped around so fast 
  • you laughed at him, grinning as he instantly blushed red
  • but then you picked up the bottle and were like alright, hold still” 
  • you spritzed him and then laughed when he sniffed at it & then sneezed 
  • okay, that might’ve been a bit too much
  • you think? 
  • but then you inhale and wink at him
  • killing him in the process
  • smell’s attractive
  • you turn down the next aisle like you weren’t just lowkey flirting
  • leaving peter scanning the shelf desperately for the price
  • and it is pricey 
  • but this lovable baby would do anything to impress you 
  • even spend a month’s allowance on one bottle of nice cologne 
  • so the next day, that’s what he does 
  • he’s real hesitant to use it
  • he’s worried that you’ll notice he bought it right after you said it was attractive 
  • also he has no idea how to use it?? 
  • this dork spends a solid half hour watching and reading online for the best ways to apply cologne
  • but next movie night he’s supa worried because you usually lean against him and then you’re definitely gonna smell it??
  • basically he’s not paying attention to the film at all 
  • because his heart is beating out of his chest 
  • please don’t notice but actually do notice but wait no don’t notice
  • he’s so torn between hoping you’ll notice he smells ‘attractive’ and praying you don’t think it’s weird that he brought it
  • not noticing straight away, you just realize he smells wonderful
  • but you don’t really notice it till you ask peter for a jumper to wear
  • peter completely forgets that he didn’t wear this sweater today because he put way too much cologne on anD IT LIKE INFUSED INTO IT
  • but it’s aired out now to the perfect amount so when you put it on straight away are like 
  • is that?? 
  • you grin when you realize exactly what it is 
  • you just love this dork and his subtle ways of being like “love me?” 
Spencer’s Twin as AD

I’m adding in some clues from 7X18 and 7x15 rather than making a new post.

So Spencer has a scene with Toby at the Radley and he invites her to his Cabin and she looks kind of uncomfortable, doesn’t respond and changes the subject.

20 seconds later she’s round at his doing him. Fucking Twincer!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k57wZiUzTsI

The scene at the cabin is so weird. She goes there specifically to have sex with him, even though before she didn’t even seem keen on going over at all. She initiated the entire thing. She couldn’t go through with having sex with Marco in the lift but she can bang Toby two minutes after his wife died? She could have just changed her mind, but she seemed to care about Yvonne’s death and was upset about Aria, her parents divorce and Tanner had listed evidence she has against all of them. The ‘whatever’ attitude came out of nowhere. Her mannerisms reminded me of airport Spencer. 

Now I’ve seen a lot of people on Reddit saying that it can’t be Twincer because she has the same scar as Spencer. No way did Twincer shoot herself in the same place, that’s just next level insanity. But we know AD is nuts, they dug up Archers body, chopped a finger off and then put the corpse in Aria’s car. 

So, if I knew I had to pretend to be Spencer, I would totally injure myself in the same place she was shot. If someone were to somehow see my chest and there was no wound, boom my cover is blown and it’s all over. The scar would be a straight line where the stitches were rather than a bullet shaped hole, which is totally doable. I’d just cut myself and stitch it up. Is that more crazy than anything else AD has done? Nah. Then when I went to go and see Toby with the intention of sleeping with him, my scar would be there and he would never suspect it wasn’t really Spencer. 

I know people are probably wondering why Twincer would impregnate Ali with Emily’s ayygs. I don’t think she did, I think AD could be two people. Right now I feel like it could be Twincer and Ezra. I’m not 100% sold on Spencer’s twin but there are definitely clues there. I also suspect Ezra, Toby and Alison. I also suspect Melissa and Jason but they haven’t been in the show in ages and it’s meant to have good re watchability, which I don’t think it does if it’s Melissa or Jason. 

Side note…I’m really suspicious of why Spencer would shout ‘NO’ before she gets shot. Who the hell is she talking to if Jenna didn’t shoot her? She never mentioned seeing someone else. Spencer has been shot and has almost crawled to the back of the room before Jenna even enters. The timings just seem off, it’s weird. 

The airport scene with Wren! This happens in 7x15 which Troian directed. So she’s either fucking with us or she has a twin. Spencer spent the entire episode walking to and from that wine bottle and fiddling about with notes. Because of that, we saw 6 million close up shots of her shoes and her watch. In the airport her shoes look different and her watch is gone. Her white coat has also vanished.

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Now people say she could have got changed…why? 

Marco: I’m about to get the receipt which proves you paid for our drinks with Archer’s card after telling me you buried a body.

Spencer: Fuck…I better change my outfit

Me: Naaaaaah 

Originally posted by shaolinbynature

I’ve also seen people say she just took her watch off to go through airport security. You know what I do after I take my watch off and go through security? I put it back on. It’s so weird that she asks Ezra not to tell anyone she was there. 

Also, in 7x17 neither Spencer or Mary mentioned the notes. I think it’s possible that either Marco left them in order to get a sample of Spencer’s handwriting to match the Radley receipt (unlikely after what Hanna and Caleb did and the fact that Marco appears to have vanished from the show) or, Spencer’s twin put them there to lure her to The Lost Woods while she was at the airport with Wren. Plus in 7x15 the last note Spencer got said ‘You brought the police. I understand. Goodbye.’ Why be so dramatic and say ‘goodbye’ if she’s just gunna turn up two episodes later lurking about in Spencer’s car? Anyway…

Her shoes look different to me. All throughout the episode she’s wearing black boots with a brown rim and a light brown heel. We see them so many times and I feel like Troian included so many shots of them on purpose. When she enters The Lost Woods she walks through a stream of light on the floor and we see her shoes. She also shines a torch on her watch. In the next scene the watch is gone and the shoes are different. They look like black boots with a black wedge heel and a brown rim to me in the airport scene to me.

The picture on the left looks like it shows the front of her left foot and the back of her right. There’s no break in the brown rim which there would be if they were the shoes the the light heel, which is why I think it’s a black wedge.

I’ve seen screen shots of her nail polish and I know it’s the same, but is it more likely that they overlooked the shoes, the coat, the bag and the watch in terms of continuity, rather than the nail polish? I mean yeah maybe she just got changed, or maybe she’s a twin. 

Originally posted by shaolinbynature

Marlene said she knew Mona was going to be original A and she knew the Uber A’s story before she knew that there would be a ‘Little A’ (Charlotte, no idea why she’s not calling her Big A anymore) in between. If Marlene thought the show was going to end in season 5 (before they got renewed up to season 7) then there must be clues from season 3 onwards for Uber A, because surely that’s who she planned on ending the series with. Then she decided to do the Charlotte reveal to fill time up until season 7. 

If they do give Spencer a twin, these are all the times I think they could say she’s appeared. They could make Spencer’s twin fit as far back as ‘the first secret’ and claim she was around in season 1 and 2. 

Someone was watching the girls from inside that creepy house in ‘The First Secret’. It could easily be the same person that was watching the girls through Spencer’s window, the same person who attacked Alison in the house and the person who took the mask off at the end of the episode. 

People think it’s Lucas but we saw him take his mask off after he called Alison a bitch so what would be the point of mysteriously hiding his face a scene or two later when we had just seen him? Other people think it’s Mona but I think it’s Uber A.

This is also the same episode that we see Spencer dressed as ‘Mary’ Queen of Scott’s. This was episode 2x13 so they could have been setting up for the next story after the Mona reveal. I don’t think I believe she had Mary planned at this point though. I think she might have called her Mary because Spencer dressed as Mary Queen of Scotts. 

I also think they could make Spencer’s twin the one in the house in season 5 in the winter ball episode. They might have intended it to be Ali or Charlotte but don’t think Alison would hurt Hanna and Charlotte had loads of silver make up around her eyes. I know this person has blue eyes but we’ve seen masks and contacts in season 7. Maybe they’ll just let us think it was Charlotte though, who knows.

Notice the mask on the left is similar to the mask we saw at the masquerade ball in season 2. They could totally make this Spencer’s twin. Maybe they don’t have blonde hair because it’s meant to be Alison or Charlotte, maybe it’s so they look less like Spencer.

I also think they might make the creepy girl in the zoo in season 4 Spencer’s twin. She’s wearing jeans and a dark top and a khaki jacket and so is Spencer. Spencer puts a blonde wig on and they basically end up facing each other through the glass…like a mirror. 

I also don’t believe for one second that Sara Harvey is black widow. I have no idea why Sara would be sending Bethany Young’s parents flowers or why Charlotte would ask her to send them on her behalf when she hated Bethany. The card that the note is written on has birds on it…Wrens…who is connected to Wren…Spencer. Wren left Melissa when Charlotte told him that Melissa pushed Bethany into the grave…what if he knew her? 

Marlene said Sara Harvey pulled the girls out of the lodge fire but I don’t buy it, even Troian doesn’t buy it. I think Sara being revealed as black widow and red coat is actually a clue that black widow are the same person…just not Sara. I think Spencer’s twin pulled them out because she didn’t start the fire…it was never her plan to have them all die in the lodge fire. 

I think this could be a twin reference because we’ve since found out Jessica has a twin. Maybe the other black widow that we have seen in the show also has a twin…Spencer.

I’ve said it before that I don’t believe this is Charlotte and I’ll say it until I see a flashback of Charlotte taking off the mask. I don’t know why she would cross dress after transitioning and I don’t know why Spencer would feel a connection with this person when she never felt a connection with Cece when she met her. As far as we know Spencer never met Charles when they were kids.

Look how similar these shots are. I think that could turn out to be Mary standing behind Spencer. Even if it is Jessica, we now know that Jessica has a twin so it could be a clue that the person standing behind Spencer is also a twin…hers. 

I think the person in the black hoodie watching the ‘soul room’ burn down is probably Charlotte. I don’t think we have ever seen ‘Uber A’ in a black hoodie. I think we’ve seen the people working for them or being manipulated into working for them in black hoodies. 

We still have no explanation as to why Spencer was covered in blood and made to believe she killed someone in the dollhouse. Unless it’s meant to relate back to that night and those flashbacks she had of hitting Ali with the shovel and getting blood splattered all over her. There’s also an ‘S’ that hangs in Spencer’s room which has been changed to an ‘A’. There’s also an argyle jumper on the bed/chair and Spencer was wearing argyle ‘that night’. Is this a clue that something else went down that night?

I guess Charlotte could have sent this to try and make Spencer think she killed Ali…but why cut the face out? At this point Charlotte knows Ali is alive, but the girls don’t, so why not just show Alison’s face? The only other person who has no face is Bethany… if Spencer’s twin sent it and its meant to be the twin or Bethany, it would make sense to cut the face out. 

Spencer’s twin and Bethany being the same person would be good but it throws up some plot holes. Bethany’s age, Bethany dressing as Alison and wearing the bracelet if she’s Spencer’s twin, Charlotte would know Spencer had a twin and so would everyone at Radley and Spencer was admitted there, and Leslie stone was apparently Bethany’s roommate and has seen Spencer in court. Marlene said there’s a question everyone will be asking when AD is revealed and I thought it could be ‘who is in the grave?’ hmmmmm.

I know the show liked to use body doubles but it’s interesting that they’ve used the same body double to play all of these characters. Her body type would also fit Charles in the dollhouse and she has a conveniently similar body type to Spencer. 

Mona tells the girls that the Queen of Hearts was ‘your sister’ and we think she means Melissa but the video cuts out before we get to see it’s her. There’s really no point in this happening if Melissa is later going to admit to Spencer that she was the Queen of Hearts and was there with Wilden. I think there was a third one on the train and that’s who attacked Spencer. Melissa has never been physically violent towards Spencer and no way can Paige take down Wilden. In the video Mona shows the girls, Wilden awkwardly holds the back of his hand up towards the camera and it just looks really unnatural…I think it’s so we see that he has no missing nails. 

We know Garret talks about medical records lying and I thought it was about Melissa’s baby or something, but what if he knows about the twin and that’s why the Queen of Hearts killed him on the halloween train? I still have no idea why the twin or Wilden or Melissa would drug Aria though. Notice the double image of Spencer…

This is the file they find in the lair. It say’s ‘procedure normal. No complications due to prior birth.’ This makes no sense because Mary had a C section with Charles which would have to relevance to a non C section birth having no complications. It would make sense if she had just given birth to one baby and then a second, and this page was talking about the second birth. 

‘Vitals normal. Both stable.’ We thought ‘both’ meant mother and baby but maybe it means both babies. 

The song playing in the background during this scene says ‘hey little sister’…which could be to do with Charlotte and Spencer but remember at this point Charlotte didn’t know Mary was her mother and she didn’t know that Veronica wasn’t Spencer’s mum and neither did we, so this song might not apply to Charlotte. However if Spencer was born before her twin and Uber A is Spencer’s twin then it works. 

This is the clip where Veronica makes the evil twin reference. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmcNvqO_UCc&t=19s

Spencer’s top in that episode looks very similar to the top in that she’s wearing when Dr. Cochran is talking about the births.

This post I put on Reddit explains why I think this conversation could prove Spencer has a twin.

https://www.reddit.com/r/PrettyLittleLiars/comments/66huz9/spencers_possible_twin/ 

This is a weird scene from the end of 7x08 which could be her twin because she wears the same top in her scene with Toby and we don’t often see the girls wear the same clothes on this show for no reason. The photo’s in the baby album are actually Troian but they’re repeated. It’s more work for the props department to duplicate the images and crop them and print them…I’m sure Troian has more baby photos that she could have brought to set. I think its a twin clue. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2hJjRS28Qkw

In Spencer’s creepy dream there are 3 baths…maybe one for Charlotte, one for Spencer and one for her twin and the girl dancing is Mary. There’s a couple of sound effects when she’s lay down on top on the bath making weird motions over her stomach. Two screams/moans one right after the other which could indicate giving birth to twins, and then there’s a third when she sits in the chair. 

This jumper is also similar to the jumper she wore that night…did her twin bash Bethany’s head in? Did Spencer? Is Bethany alive or dead? Did Charlotte really hit Alison? ughhhhhh. 

They basically remade the pilot episode in 3x01…is it a clue that there are two versions of events? Two Spencer’s?

Maybe the freckles is just a coincidence or maybe the twins in the story are spencer and her twin. Maybe they’re Mary and Jessica… maybe it was when they decided on a whim that Ali would have a twin and then changed their minds…who the fuck knows. Maybe I am one of the twins. 

Spencer is dressed just like the woman in the poster which is the only one of the girls outfits we see repeated that night. We do see a set of twins in the red coats….

We see A in the house with a knife and then see Spencer holding a knife shaped shard of glass literally standing in front of a mirror in the same frame as the twin poster.

Notice the placement of the text…

They’ve changed the name ‘Kaylie’ to ‘KylA’…I have no idea why because they wouldn’t have filmed these scene over two days and taken the prop down and messed around with it and stuff. Someone must have changed it half way through filming the scene and I have no idea why unless it’s a clue…two versions of the same thing. Spencer’s also wearing a wig which is apparently because Troian’s hair was getting damaged but I don’t know…it’s weird. Maybe it was so we get used to seeing her in a wig. Or maybe the crew are just useless and Troian’s hair was damaged. 

People have said that the clips in the opening sequence are meant to be each of the girls. I assume the blonde hair was meant to be Alison’s but I can’t tell who the eyes, lips and nails belong to…but that’s clearly Spencer’s top. Is it a clue there’s another Spencer disguised as a blonde? 

The necklaces are different. Now this mostly likely is just crap continuity since the scenes were filmed seasons apart…or it could be a clue. Did Spencer see her twin hit Alison or Bethany and get confused because she was drugged up? Did she imagine herself in her twins position because that’s the only way she could make sense of what she saw? Will we find out that Spencer really did hit Alison or Bethany, and Charlotte or Mona are lying and the twin saw her do it? Did the twin know Bethany? I like how the second necklace is the same shape as the layout of the gazebo. hmmmm.

Remember this is happening in Spencer’s mind so it’s not Aria seemingly thinking about that night…it’s Spencer. 

Spencer does a lot after the time jump that makes no sense to me. I don’t know what to make of a lot of it, these are just some things I find odd. It makes no sense to have the twin swapping in and out with Spencer, especially in scenes with multiple people, because Spencer has no missing memories. I don’t believe that they’ve swapped places altogether because she does loads of things that seem just like her character, and she talks about the past. 

It was weird when she convinced everyone to bury Rollins because it wasn’t first degree murder at all and Spencer would know that. 

Spencer tells Fury she was burying a body…which I think will come back to bite her. She then gets so drunk that she can’t carry out her part of the plan. When Emily is trying to get her to sober up, she tells her that she took horse riding lessons over the 5 years. Why? Spencer is great at horse riding…she has ribbons and trophies and books and everything…why the hell would she take lessons? 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R48aQ2XhO-w 3:18

This scene is really weird

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c7GLfkkjfK8

‘How do you know Hanna’s still alive?’ That makes no sense. If she was texting AD it would say how do we know Hanna is still alive? She also acts like she’s been texting her parents.

She then says ‘it’s just like Ali said, all of us working together knew what happened to her.’ No you didn’t!!! Non of you had any idea Charlotte hit her and Jessica buried her or about the reason why….what are you talking about?!? Why would Spencer say either of these things? 

I can’t find a clip but in 6x16 when Aria and Spencer find the filing cabinet hiding the hole in the wall leading out of The Radley, Spencer sees it and says ‘let’s go back the way we came.’ Since when would Spencer see a creepy hidden filing cabinet and not want to search it for clues? Weird. 

Spencer seeing this video and then not wanting to watch any of the other videos is madness. Where is detective Spence at? 

We have this obvious one which has been discussed to death so I’ll keep it short. Where’s your fringe Spencer? Why does Hanna hear her say AD when nobody heard that term until after Hanna was taken? This scene reminds me of when Marlene was like ‘we literally gave A right to you!’

Marlene also said that in season 3 she really did want Spencer to be on the A team but the network didn’t go for it. Well now they’ve changed network and Spencer might not make sense anymore but her twin totally could.

‘thank you for letting me channel my inner black widow vibes’

The words around her face say ‘the to (two) liars’. The shape of the black triangles around her face totally look like a hoodie. She’s the only one with both her eyes showing clearly and the only one with her mouth covered. I know there are other versions of this poster but this is the first one they released. 

https://www.instagram.com/p/591yumS4XV/

Troian said that she and Keegan have known who Uber A is since season 5. Keegan posted this photo and said there’s a clue…I see no clue relating to Charlotte in this image. I do see half of Spencer though…like she has a missing half…a twin. 

Troian said that we get answers and our frustrations will end. Ashley said she didn’t even know it was possible. Tyler said he was stoked and that we’ve never met AD before…well we kind of have, it will make sense when we see it. Lucy is happy and said AD is closer than we think. I’m calling bullshit on AD avenging Charlotte’s death and bullshit on them only running things from 6B. Everything the cast and crew have been saying lately points to someone being involved all along. I’m calling bullshit on Charlotte’s story. Does anyone want to see a motive post?

I think if Spencer does have a twin she then Mary raised her and she ended up nuts. Maybe she spent time in Radley when she was young…I’m not sure. The show loves to reference France and we know Troian speaks French. We know Mary travelled a lot. The show references England too. We saw Spencer and Mary drink tea, Spencer had a tea and cake display in her kitchen when she got out of Radley, there was tea time in the dollhouse, AD is meant to have Jenna and she was drinking out of a teacup at the end of 7x11. Spencer literally went to England. A used the English spelling of ‘nosey’ and I think there was another word too but I can’t remember. There were english flags in the pub when Spencer saw ezra having his pie and beer. I think Spencer’s twin probably travelled around a lot with Mary, maybe she went to an international school.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rV4Xcfw0958

Remember when she was doing research on Ezra and ‘Sail’ played in the background? Blame it on my ADD…AD…DD…drake drake…T.W.I.N.S.

Remember the necklaces on these dolls? They’re the same (or at least very similar) as the necklaces that Spencer gives to the girls in 6B. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PwHndu7vtto 1:10 

Maybe her and her twin have similar tastes. The crew couldn’t hang on to Cece’s dress for 3 seasons but they kept these necklaces for 4 seasons? Maybe Uber A gave these dolls to Mona. 

Spencerietta will rise. 

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Request

Could you maybe write a very dirty imagine where Roman is an incredible flirt and tease and once he gets you in bed and y'all are loud and in the moment Seth and Dean walk in ‘unaware’ and tease you so you and Roman get even louder and nastier - ANONYMOUS


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I don’t how know it’d happened. One minute I was the new girl, trying to find my own two feet in the business. I made friends on the roster, some of them becoming so close so instantly it was like we’d known each other for long. And then there was Roman, whom I had a major crush on, myself and about 85% of the other women on the roster. Even the ones in relationships spoke highly of him and how good looking he was. Those that didn’t ‘see it’, were just in denial; I was so sure of it.

I remember the first time I met him, it was in passing as we crossed paths backstage. I was starstruck, and he eyed me up and down, checking me out surreptitiously and greeting me with a smile.

“How you doin’?” he said casually, and carried on walking, not even waiting for my response. It kept me curious…

I fell for him instantly. We started talking a lot more the more we saw each other; talking turned into blatant flirting.

He’d walk past me in the gym and say things like, “Nice shorts,” or “your hair looks cute today,” or just blatantly (when we went out on nights together with the others) “you look really sexy tonight.” But the blatant flirting never went any further than that, much to my dismay.

I became a target for my friends and his; they knew how I felt, it’d been a secret but somehow it leaked and everyone suddenly knew and liked to tease me about it. Apparently the feeling was mutual but at the same time I’d heard he was fooling around with Alicia, so I backed away. And she confirmed it one night when we went out for dinner and she wouldn’t stop talking about him and the size of his empire. I felt sick with jealousy, I resented her because she knew how I felt but at the same time she wasn’t my close friend or anything so really, she didn’t owe me anything.

“Aye, Y/L/N,” Roman called out to me one afternoon and approached me. “You coming over tonight?”

“Where?” I frowned.

“My place,” he said as if it was obvious. I gave him a hard look, he kissed his teeth and started laughing, placing his hand gently on my shoulder. “Not like that, I mean everyone’s coming, we gon order some food, drinks, chill, get wild, whatever rocks your boat,”

Then I remembered he’d mentioned this in a group chat a few days ago and everyone in the chat had been enthusiastic about going. I never replied to confirm.

“Oh,” I played it cool looking down at the floor. “I don’t know,”

“Why? All your girls are coming, don’t be left out,”

“Peer pressure,” I joked then finally looked up at him into those grey eyes.

He stole my breath away no matter how many times I looked at him, sometimes I really forgot how good looking he was. And just by that, I felt the pressure to say yes so I could see more of him. But then a part of me thought why waste my time? He wasn’t interested.

“I can’t, I have a few things to do tonight,”

He pouted, his enthusiasm deflating, “Why tonight? Can’t you do it tomorrow?”

I shook my head no apologetically. He sighed and pushed the strands of stray hairs back with a puff.

“That’s a shame, I wish you were coming,”

Me too to be honest, but I wasn’t going to bring myself to watch him and Alicia flirting or getting cosy. Luckily, somehow I’d managed to not see it since the rumours.

“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you,”

“You better, you sure there’s no way to convince you to come?” he lowered his voice and stepped closer, closing the gap between us.

I suddenly felt short of breath and disorientated, he was clouding my thoughts and judgment, probably his intention to corner me to say ‘yes’. His musk did not exactly helping either. I pursed my lips and swallowed the lump in my throat, looking up to see a flirtatious smirk tugging at his lips.

“Uhh, no,” I stuttered. “I can’t, what about Alicia?”

Shit, big mouth.

“She’s coming,” he said casually, not even blinking an eye.

“Yeah,” I shrugged. “So you don’t need me, you’ll have her company,”

He scrunched up his face and tilted his head in confusion, “Why would you say that?”

“Oh come on Roman, don’t play dumb, you and her are hooking up, you don’t need me to be her stand-in if she’s already coming,”

He started laughing, his eyes squinting as the realisation really hit him hard. I wish it was that funny.

“What?! And who said that? Me and Alicia are not anything,” he stated. “That’s some bull, we did it once, I mean but that was once, before you joined us, who told you?”

I bit my lip, tempted to expose her for going around and claiming him but I bit my tongue and shook my head, shrugging.

“It’s going around, that’s all,”

“Well don’t worry about it because there’s nothing there, I’m not attracted to her,” he confirmed and started playing with the lace string on my jumper as if it was innocent. “So…you weren’t coming tonight because of Alicia? Were you jealous?”

I stared at him blankly.

“Oh shit for real? Don’t even give me that look, it’s fucking sexy alright?” he glanced up then down. “I think it’s cute you were jealous, you like me more than you let on,”

“Okay you’re going overboard flattering yourself,”

He shrugged, “Just saying, so, will you come over tonight? You can stay the night,”

“Don’t push it,”

“I’m not asking you,” he looked right into my eyes and I thought fuck; how the hell do I even deny that? I felt my stomach tingle and my panties soak instantly. “I’m telling you,”

I made a mental note to wear my sexy lingerie that I preserved for my eyes only a lot lately. My sex life had been non-existent for a while.

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“You okay?” he mumbled, nudging me with his elbow that evening as we huddled in his living room socialising over copious amounts of pizza.

“Mhhh-hmm,” I smiled at him. “Just tired,”

“Want me to kick them out?” he said referring to his guests.

I happened to look up, and around, catching Alicia staring at us whilst in a conversation with Paige. I looked away immediately, intimidated by her fierce gaze. She’d been doing that a lot lately towards me, I got it, I knew why, but still.

“No, don’t do that, I think I’m gonna go to bed,”

He pouted, “Nooo, stay, thirty more minutes?”

I chuckled, keeping my voice low in shielding the conversation from the others, even though they were busy engrossed in their debate.

“I’ll literally just fall asleep on you, I’m that tired,” I sat up. “Let me go wash my face and I’ll wait up for you in bed? Thirty minutes,”

I didn’t give him a chance to reply to ask what I really meant by that. I could see how perplexed he was. He watched me stand up to leave, eyes trained on me as he thought about my statement.

“Where are you going?” Paige called out.

“That’s very intrusive, I could be going to the bathroom,”

“'Could be,’ but you’re not,”

“I’m going to bed,” I said, my body heating up in embarassment as suspicious smiles appeared on my onlookers’ face.

“That’s a hint for you bro,” Dean wiggled his brows suggestively at Roman.

Ignoring the remark, albeit true, I ran up the stairs and stripped in his bedroom; helping myself to his shirt at the foot of the bed. I climbed in and flipped through his sport magazine briefly, expecting him to come in soon behind me. I heard voices and laughter downstairs and assumed he wasn’t going to come anytime soon, especially with his friends and mine pushing him, he liked to be stubborn. It’d have been awkward. Ten minutes passed and he wasn’t there still, I wasn’t going to stay up past the 30 minutes I gave him. I was straining myself already; I could feel my body being enticed by sleep.

Right when I turned off the bedside lamp and got comfortable, I heard footsteps ascending the stairs and get louder with each step. There was a brief knock at the door, and he walked in, switching on the main light.

“You said half an hour,”

“I thought you weren’t gonna come, you have ten minutes left,”

“By that, do you mean I have ten minutes to get the job done or…?”

“I mean join me or I’m going to sleep for real,” I said opening the sheets out to welcome him.

“Turn on that light for a second,” he said as he turned off the main one.

He took his shirt and jeans off, left
in boxers - he came towards the bed. I admired the view as he took a long walk towards me, flaunting his rock hard body. My mouth watered at the dirty thoughts flooding my mind. Down girl.

“I came to tuck my favourite girl in,” he smiled. “Tell you a bedtime story and sing you a lullaby,”

“Whoa I get a show too?” I pointed to his nude torso.

“You get anything you want sweetheart,” he said climbing in and went to reach over to switch off the lamp and paused, looking at me weirdly. “Hold up, is that my shirt?”

“Uh…yuh,”

“Why’re you stealing my shit?”

“Mhhh…because I can?”

“Take it off,” he demanded. I could sense his playfulness but I got so turned on and I think he noticed when I instinctively bit my lip in response. He played up to it. “Take. It. Off.”

“Make me,” I said without thinking.

And then I did think seconds later, no regrets because he straddled me and pushed the shirt up and I didn’t even put up a fight. I wanted to see how far he’d go. He stopped when it bunched up underneath my boobs and looked down at me.

“Nice panties,” he complimented my lime green thin bit of fabric covering my sex.

“Thanks,”

Then we just looked at each other before he lowered himself and he kissed me, for the first time ever. I kissed him back, desperately so, like I’ve wanted to do for a while. We moaned in each other’s mouthes and before I knew it I was rolling my hips against his groin and he buried his hands inside the shirt, massaging my breasts as he kissed me. My nipples hardened within seconds and he pinched them delicately, I felt myself get so aroused that I wanted him immediately.

He pulled away and licked his lips, I mimicked his action.

“So ummm, I need to take my shirt back,” he said ever so politely like a decent human being.

I nodded and sat up, pulling it over my head and offered it to him, but he wasn’t paying attention to that anymore. He was looking at my boobs with my erect nipples ready for his attention. I dropped the shirt next to the bed and the next thing I knew his plump lips were wrapped around one bud and I threw my head back in satisfaction. I slowly lay back down with him suckling at me, I tried to be quiet with my moans but it felt too good to contain.

“I’m so wet for you,” I told him, taking his hand and dipping it inside my panties to prove it.

He grunted when he felt it for himself, rubbing me as he paid attention to my twin peaks.

“I want your fingers inside me,” I instructed him and he was stubborn for a minute or two by continuing to massaging and thumbing my clit gently before I felt one finger sliding in, instantly followed by another.

I gasped in ecstasy and held onto him tighter as I felt my walls being stretched. It’d been a while and I knew I needed that to prime me.

“You feel so tight,” he commented with a restrained grunt.

“I want you to fuck me until I’m all stretched out Roman,”

“Fuck,” he hissed and pulled his fingers out, tasting every drop of my juices before reaching for his drawer and pulled out a gold wrapper.

I sat up on my elbows and watched him pull his tented boxers down, revealing his hard erection, long, thick glistening and ready. My mind went into overdrive as I thought about what he could to me with that. I watched him roll on the condom and stroked himself a couple of times before he played at my entrance, soaking his shaft with my juices.

“Mhhhhh,” I moaned, laying back down.

Even that, the simplest thing felt so good. It’d really been a while.

“You ready?” he asked.

I opened my legs wider as he found a better position and he pushed himself inside me slowly. My breath came out jagged and caught, he was so big, it felt so tight like he was doing me for the first time. I gripped the bedsheets as he pushed all the way in slowly, hissing with every inch that he drove into me.

“Fuck Y/N, how long’s it been?”

“A little too long,”

“Damn,”

He held himself there as we got accustomed to each others bodies; moulding into each other’s sex. Then he started drawing back and pushing back into me again in repeated motions until it started to feel really good. I didn’t realise it then how loud we’d gotten but why did it matter when we were having such a good time.

We were a chorus of curses, breathy moans, sloppy kisses and harmonious rhythms. And it was going so well until there was a gentle knock at the door. Roman ignored it, determined as he fucked me harder, our eyes trained on each other.

There was another knock.

“Room service,” Dean’s unmistakable voice called out followed by a set of giggles.

“Hello?” Seth called out this time with a put on accent. “Anyone in there or we’ll barge in?”

“Roman,” I whimpered trying to get him to stop as he fucked me so good that sweet sensation brewed inside me, because I knew there was no way I could come like this.

“They’ll go away,” he grunted, punctuating the statement with an aggressive thrust that rendered me speechless, but elicited the loudest moan yet.

Immediately after, the door barged open, Seth and Dean stumbled in.

“Oh shit,” Seth said clutching onto the door handle as if he hadn’t expected it to actually open.

Our bodies ceased all motion, I instinctively cried out, pulling the sheets over our bodies and tried to hide underneath.

“Fuck, really?” Roman growled, glaring at our intruders. “What the fuck?!” he growled.

“Oh,” Seth said feigning a look of sympathy at us and then innocence at Dean. “Silly us, we thought no one was in here,”

“Yeah, we came to make out,” Dean said plainly. “We can see you guys beat us to it,”

“Get out,”

“Is this the hook-up room?” Dean asked innocently.

“For real Dean, Seth, get the fuck out,”

“Oh jheeze,” I hid in embarrassment.

“Oh, wait, are we in the way?” Seth questioned. “Oh hey Y/N, was wondering -”

I covered my face with my hands, if this wasn’t embarrassing enough already, being acknowledged by name made it worse.

“Can you…just go please?” I voiced awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable despite being covered up.

“Dean let’s go find another room,” Seth suggested, backing out. “The lady’s spoken, enjoy your…umm okay, bye,”

“Wait, I wanna-” Dean said but Seth dragged him and I think that was more to do with Roman’s unfaltering glare.

“Fuck- ouch, don’t touch me,” I heard Dean yell on the other side of the door.

“I’m sorry,” Roman looked down at me, a cross between sympathy and annoyance.

“It’s okay,” I said, thinking what the fuck just happened. Then we both started laughing, coming to halt when we heard the two laughing as well on the other side of the door.

“'Oh Roman, you’re so big,” Seth imitated loudly.

“Oh yeah? You like that baby-girl?” Dean replied.

“Yes…oh…harder Roman, you’re best,”

“I know I am, how hard do you want it?”

“So, they’re drunk,” Roman narrated, looking down at me, pinching the bridge of his nose in distress.

“You thrown off?” I asked, playing with his baby hair.

“No, you?”

“No,”

“Good,”

“Do me a favour?”

“Mhhh?”

“Give it to me hard, I wanna drown out their noises,”

“I can do that,” he smirked. “You sure?”

“Yes,” I said rolling my hips to get him started. “I can handle it,”

He grabbed a hold of my legs and pushed them against my thighs, as he entered me again. I moaned aloud at how good he felt in me again. He drew in and out of me, slowly but with a firm thrust, gradually picking up speed. He persevered like so, increasing the speed and force so much that our skin slapped against each other and the bed hit the wall. I loved it. I bellowed. He repeated, cursing, at the way I responded.

“Harder,” I whimpered.

“Roll over,” he commanded when he paused to pull out of me.

Too slow in action, he rolled me in a swift move and I was now lying on my stomach.

I felt the tip at my soaking wet entrance, then after that the room was filled with our loud grunts and hiccuped sentences. He filled me up deliciously, slamming into me fully with every stroke and then I felt my walls contract.

“I’m coming, shit shit shit!” I squealed as it built up fiercely. “Roman…”

If I thought he was gonna slow down then, I was wrong. He incresead the speed and vigor, pushing for his own orgasm too. Before I knew it we both rode the rollercoaster and came down from the high, in a series of hard and jagged breaths.

“Whoa, if I knew what you were working with I swear I’d have taken you right then and there the first day I saw you,” he sighed, hand on my waist.

“Well, jheeze thanks,” I rolled my eyes. “But the feeling’s mutual, I don’t think I can move,”

“I’ve never been so turned on in my life,” I heard Seth say.

“They’re still there?” Roman asked me, that annoyance returning.

“Maybe we weren’t loud enough,” I laughed.

“Oh I think the whole house heard us, especially Alicia,”

I gasped and looked at him wide-eyed, “I’ve officially made an enemy because of you!” I hit him on the chest.

He clasped his hands behind his head and lifted his shoulders in an attempted shrug, “Yeah but you have me now, good compromise isn’t it?”

The One Where Sherlock Apologises

Pairing : Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary : Imagine Sherlock convinces you to go to Dartmoor, promising you a holiday. But you realise he was working a case and argue with him. After solving the case, Sherlock comes to your hotel room and you tell him his deducting skills were the reason you fell for him in the beginning.

Sherlock was known for being difficult, rude and ignorant. He would put homemade pills in your tea in the morning to see what would happen and even though you loved to watch him work you hated being a part of his experiments and argued with him constantly about it.

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A/N: lmao i wrote something bc school has started and im inactive af and i dont want to lose my audience enjoy. also idk what to title this it’s so ??? drabblish 

Summary: dan sees a picture of phil he had no intention of seeing and it ruins his life in a positive way. also punk/pastel trope bc im dead inside. this isn’t meant to be a true testimony to my writing capabilities in case you realize how sloppy it is 

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(A/N): Hello party people. I apologise in advance, my mood has been demolished during the progress of proofreading this  x 

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You aren‘t very fond of kids to begin with, but being the friendly person, that you are, you agreed to take care of your neighbour‘s son. Within the first ten minutes of babysitting the little obnoxious boy, you quickly start to regret that decision. The preschooler is making your attempt at being a good neighbour harder than you‘ve imagined. He‘s really talkative, especially when it comes to asking questions including ‘how‘ or ‘why‘. His imagination is evenly extremely active, judging by how he naturally told you about his imaginary friend. He‘s fully capable of fulfilling most of his needs, but chooses not to because he prefers to boss you around in a quiet disrespectful tone. The kid seems to be very spoiled by his parents and used to get everything he wants, which in your opinion sounds like terrible way to raise a child. Going after their wishes every now and then is totally acceptable, but acting like their personal assistant is not. They need to start learning their boundaries within their first years.

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Christmas to Andrew Minyard is chocolate shaped like a bearded man, cold weather, and an excuse for people to preach about love while practicing intolerance. He can’t say he’s a fan of any of the above. Even the chocolate - he’s more of an ice cream kind of guy.

He hasn’t celebrated it in years. At a few of his foster homes he tolerated the trees shedding leaves and glitter and the lights that threatened to give him a headache if he looked too long, at Cass’ he’d even help put them up if she needled him long enough (he wasn’t much help, given she was taller than him, but he was an extra, almost willing pair of hands). The cleaners at Fox Tower wrapped tinsel around the bannisters but his room remained untouched, despite Nicky’s best attempts at coercion. (“Andrew, the tinsel only cost a dollar!” “These lights change colour!” “It’s only a small tree!”) (Andrew had never been impressed by Nicky’s persistent energy, optimism, or continued faith.)

Songs professing what a magical time it was or movies reminding you how wonderful family is are ignored and turned over. Andrew wouldn’t even admit to appreciating a break in the monotony of class and practice.

But maybe there’s something to it.

Maybe.

The cats fighting baubles on a small plastic tree was at least mildly entertaining until the noise threatened to keep Andrew awake. Neil plying Andrew to let him put the small tree up with reindeer-shaped chocolates and an assortment of ridiculously-flavoured candy canes was annoying, but a better bribe than Neil’s usual fare, and held a faint sense of humour. Wrapped presents coming in the mail was definitely infuriating, as were the colourful jumpers they contained, but with some catnip the cats were persuaded to open the presents for him, and they certainly enjoy the jumpers as blankets.

The cold is unforgivable, but at least it’s to the point that even Neil admits it’s cold and turns the heating up. He goes so far as to come back from practice one night with a large, fluffy blanket with a repeating pattern of candy canes, gingerbread houses, and stockings.

He looks at it, as though for the first time, as he wraps Andrew in it like a burrito. “Oh, hey, do you like gingerbread?”

Andrew doesn’t interrupt the glare to say, “Yes.”

The next day Neil comes back with premade kits and suggests they decorate gingerbread houses together.
“This isn’t becoming a twelve days of Christmas thing,” Andrew says, and eats a corner of a gingerbread wall.

“Huh? Is that about buying gifts or something?” Neil asks, ignoring Andrew’s blatant attempt at annoying him.

“And human trafficking,” Andrew says, squeezing some icing directly into his mouth.

“Then no. I just saw them,” Neil shrugs. He’s becoming used to having money that can be spent without worry.

“You planned this,” Andrew accuses without any real heat. Neil’s poking his tongue out slightly to focus on icing a window.

He should have known Neil would take that as a challenge.

The next day’s pretty innocuous, he goes out and comes back half an hour later with dinner. Andrew doesn’t comment, but levels Neil an accusatory look.

“Hey, I brought dessert too,” Neil says, as though dessert forgives all sins. And maybe it does.

On the fourth day, Neil digs out some Santa hats they’d been given when they’d been to Matt and Dan’s for Christmas the previous year. (Now the older Foxes are starting to have children, and Christmas is less for their so-called found family and more for their offspring, no matter how young and unappreciative.) Neil tugs one down over Andrew’s eyes, then pulls it up to right it. The fluffy white ball dangles enticingly, and Sir jumps up to bat at it.

“If I get scratched, you’re paying the hospital fees,” Andrew warns Neil, who’s still definitely in his personal space.

“It’s your money,” Neil replies, which isn’t strictly true. He retrieves Sir though.

The fifth day is the 23rd, and even Neil is aware that’s the last day shops will be open. He returns with a bag that he makes a big deal of not showing Andrew and then puts on a Christmas movie from a DVD. “You’re gonna like this one,” he says. “It reminded me of you.”

It’s Dr. Seuss’ How the Grinch Stole Christmas.

“Did Nicky make the joke?” Andrew asks, as soon as he sees the title card.

“Yup,” Neil replies, and takes a small mint candy cane from Andrew’s stash. Insult to injury. “We’re still watching it though.”

It’s not the worst movie he’s ever seen.

On Christmas Eve, they’re doing some kind of promotional thing with the members of their team that don’t have prior obligations. Neil has some garishly bright hat with a bobble on top, and he wraps a matching scarf around Andrew’s neck before they leave. “Don’t pretend you’re not cold. I can see your hands turning blue from across the room.”

Andrew glowers as he puts gloves on.

The kids at the event love Neil’s hat. It’s almost endearing, but they’re too loud.

The seventh day of Neil’s makeshift Christmas is Christmas Day. “You know you’ve got your twelve days wrong,” Andrew says. “Aren’t you the one with the Math degree?”

“I’m sure you care so much about the traditions of Christmas,” Neil says.

“Yes,” Andrew replies. “And if we have turkey, I’ll gut you and that will be my meal for tonight.”

Neil smiles, “Funny you should mention dinner.”

It’s not.

“I found Christmas ice cream. I figured that would do for dinner.”

Sometimes Andrew can remember why he hasn’t yet murdered Neil.

The next day, Neil checks his phone and says, “What is boxing day?”

“Ask Matt,” Andrew says.

Neil snorts. “So it’s about fighting to the death. Probably your favourite holiday, then.” He tries to swing out of bed, but hisses, “Fuck me, it’s cold.”

Andrew can feel it in the tip of his nose. “Turn on the heating then.”

“Nope, we’re staying here,” Neil replies and burrows into the blankets. “I’m putting my feet on you,” he says, and does.

“What are you going to do about the eighth day of Christmas?” Andrew asks. Not because he cares.

“I’m your present,” Neil mumbles.

“Shit present.”

On the ninth day, they have to go back to practice. There’s almost no point, as they’ll stop again around New Year, but their Coach says something about “Pros” meaning “professional” as though that’s new, and everyone turns up, bleary-eyed and in new outfits.

Neil hands him a black jumper with a ridiculous Christmas-themed pun. “It’s not Christmas anymore,” Andrew reminds him.

“No, but I forgot that I’d gotten it,” he says. “I got it in your favourite colour.”

Andrew wears it to practice. At least he gets to take it off to put on his goalkeeper gear. Neil wears the shit-eating grin for the whole of practice.

On the tenth day, Kevin turns up at their doorstep. Andrew looks at Neil accusingly, but he shrugs. “I was in town,” Kevin says.

“Merry Christmas,” Neil says.

“You’re three days late,” Kevin replies with a frown.

After an hour or so of what Dan would have called ‘catching up’, Neil swerves the conversation to the new Exy gear the local dedicated shop has and offers to take Kevin. He doesn’t offer to take Andrew.

“Peace is definitely a theme of Christmas,” Neil says to Andrew quietly. “Right?”

Andrew raises his eyebrows.

“You’re welcome,” Neil says, and leaves.

On the eleventh day, Andrew says he’s looking forward to this being over. Neil smiles and puts King in his lap. “I’m regifting.”

Andrew supposes the cat is warm. He doesn’t argue.

It’s the last day of Neil’s attempt at Christmas, and Andrew isn’t sure, but Neil might be the type to have a triumphant finale. Somehow, though, schedules have aligned so that Andrew has to meet with their team’s long-suffering dietician, and Neil has the day to himself.

When Andrew gets back, though, all that’s changed is that the small Christmas tree is gone. Andrew glances at where it was, and Neil shrugs and says, “It’s the last day of Christmas, right?”

“Are you claiming that your gift to me is this being over?” Andrew wouldn’t be disappointed, but there’d be something.

“Of course not,” Neil says. He throws a gift in garishly bright paper covered in cats wearing Santa hats, which Andrew catches, but reluctantly.

Andrew stares at Neil.

“Open it,” Neil replies.

It’s a DVD for a film whose name is obscured by the pictures of candy on the front.

“Matt says I’m bad at gifts,” Neil says.

“You are.“

“That’s unfair. I just ran out of ideas after the second day.”

Andrew stares at Neil, and puts the DVD box down slowly. Into the trash can.

“Merry Christmas, Andrew.”

papa gâteau - ashton irwin

speaking French between the sheets….

not my gif xx

Summary - Ashton Irwin is a French speaking, rich businessman who apparently owns his own private jet and didn’t take (Y/N) on it.

Word Count - 7,678 (got a lil carried away) 

masterlist - x

(you’ll have to excuse the bad French grammar - I wasn’t about to ask for help on language rules when I’m writing a smutty fan-fiction I’m sure you understand that predicament)

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Drunk Hybrid

It wasn’t often that Klaus got drunk, or at least drunk without you. You were human, surprise, and the Original Hybrid had fallen head over heels for you immediately when he came to New Orleans. You fell for him soon after, but he was hesitant to make a move on you, knowing that he was no good for you.

In the end, he asked you to dinner and now you had been happily together for 14 months. In those 14 months, you had seen it all. Klaus’s rough side, his anger and hatred. His frustration and his murderous side. However, you had also seen his soft side, his cheesy side as he told you flirty jokes, his gentle caresses on your arms as he held you while you slept.

Anyone could see he was in love with you, it was obvious in the way he watched you, in the way he practically worshiped the ground you walked on, the way he talked about you when you weren’t there, and the way he was fiercely protective of you.

The two of you often did everything together. You went with him when he was with Marcel, he went with you to the library to watch you read, you two cooked together, slept in the same bed at the same time, hell, sometimes Klaus even insisted on showering together, which always turned into something else.

Which was why it was weird that Klaus had insisted that you stayed at home that night, where he was the only vampire besides Rebekah and Elijah that had been invited in.

“It’s going to get dangerous, love,” he told you. “I don’t want you to get hurt, Y/N.”

“But I’ve never gotten hurt before,” you protested. “How dangerous is this honestly going to get, Nik, you’re just going out for a drink.”

“If you stay home,” Klaus started. “I am all yours tomorrow. You may do what you please with me, I will take you wherever you want, do whatever you want. But please stay home tonight.”

You thought about it, nodding. A night at home while he went out, for a day of him being completely yours versus insisting that you went out with him and not having him to yourself, then to have the same thing happen the next day. You knew which one was more appealing.

“Whatever I want?” You asked, confirming what he had said. He cupped your cheeks, watching as you bit your lip.

“Whatever you want,” he promised, kissing your lips gently.

You smiled as he pulled back. “Alright, I’ll stay here.”

After a heated kiss, and a quiet thank you from Klaus, you were left to do whatever you wanted by yourself. It’s not like you were clingy to him, in fact, you didn’t need him to do anything. The two of you just enjoyed doing things together, and one of those things turned out to be drinking. It was rare when one would go out without the other.

You decided that you were going to relax. First, you changed from your skirt and blouse into leggings and one of Klaus’s Henley shirts that was far too big for you. Then, you made yourself a snack of apples with caramel. Maybe you weren’t being adventurous, but that was your everyday life. Perhaps you needed this moment to relax, take care of yourself. You were human, after all, and you did need to relax sometimes.

After finishing your snack, you immediately put your iPod on the docking station, turning it up as loud as it would go. Bad Romance by Lady Gaga began to play, and you squealed, singing along and dancing as the songs went through one by one on shuffle.

And when you finally got tired of that, you sighed, going upstairs to take a bath. It was only ten o’clock, and you knew Klaus wouldn’t be in until midnight at the earliest. So you decided to take a bath, and go to bed early so you could get a goodnight sleep, as well as get up before Klaus so you may make pancakes for breakfast for the two of you.

You took a long time in the bath, coming out just before eleven. When you walked out into your shared room in just your towel, you were quite shocked to see Klaus standing at the foot of the bed, smirking at you. He seemed unstable and quite drunk.

“Hey Nik,” you smiled, slightly glad he was back. You could never get to sleep easy without him. “I didn’t think you would be home so soon.”

Keeping your towel secure around your body, you walked over to him, a soft smile adoring your lips. He stayed still, smirking at you still. “Have I eh-ver told you that yu-ou are a sexy mess?” he slurred, his hand shakily coming up to your face.

“You’re really drunk,” you chuckled quietly, taking his hand. “Come on, join me. Let’s go to bed, I’ll make pancakes in the morning.”

“I would love to be in bed with you,” he started. “Just doing other things. Preferably between your legs.”

“Ah,” you sighed. Klaus got very horny when he was drunk, but you never gave in to you. You were human, and him, the strongest creature on the planet. He would be rough, and you would get hurt and he would hate himself even more. So you avoided drunk sex at all cost. “No, not today. Off to bed. Come on, take the jacket off, Nik.”

“But I really want you,” he purred, taking long strides into you. You took two steps back for every one of his steps forward until you were pinned against the wall, one hand had a death grip on the edge of your towel while the other rested against his chest, pushing him back slightly. “And I’m so hungry, Y/N.”

Now you started to get nervous. He had never drank from you, claiming he would never be able to stop him and he never wanted to hurt you. But now, you watched the veins grow under his eyes and your heart nearly stopped.

“Nik, there’s blood bags downstairs,” you managed, your voice a lot higher than it normally is. “You know this.”

“But I want you,” he repeated, pressing his body against your sloppily, his teeth extending from his jaw.”I want to taste you, love.”

You whimpered in fright, trying to push him off. “Klaus, please,” you begged. You were frightened now. Never had you seen him act this way towards you, and you were convinced he would either hurt you, then come back to reality and leave you, or he would kill you.

It was a sudden movement, but his teeth dug into your neck as he roughly grabbed you, ripping the towel off your body. You screamed in pain, but all Klaus did was moan into your neck, loving the taste of your blood.

The pain was unbearable, and you finally managed to push his drunken body off, immediately holding you hand to your neck as Klaus stumbled back. “Oh come on Y/N, the whole world knows you’re a common whore,” he said with a wolfish grin. “Don’t you want to have some fun with me?”

Tears pricked into your eyes, but you were unsure if it was because of what he said or the pain you were in. “I don’t want to do anything with you,” you told him slowly.

His beautiful features contorted in rage, and he moved forward, slapping you. It wasn’t as hard as he could due to his intoxication, but it hurt nonetheless. You cried out, slumping into the wall.

“Don’t be such a bitch, Y/N,” he snarled, grabbing your neck and pinning you to the wall, choking you. You gasped, struggling to get out of his hold.

Finally, you kicked him in the crotch, causing him to let go and sink to his knees, groaning. You took your chances, quickly running into the bathroom. You slammed the door just as he stood, and you locked it. He appeared to have forgotten about his vampire strength as he began to pound on it, calling out your name.

You were even more thankful that your phone rested on the counter, which you quickly grabbed. Shakily, you dialed Elijah’s number with bloody hands, praying that the noble Mikaelson would pick up right away.

“Y/N?” He answered after one ring. “What can I do for you?”

“Elijah, Klaus is drunk,” you stuttered out. “I’m locked in the bathroom, he fed from me and choked me when I told him to stop and-”

“I’ll be right over,” Elijah said quickly.

“Thank you,” you managed, choking back a sob as he hung up. You grabbed a small hand towel to put over the bite mark, before grabbing another towel to wrap around your body again.

“Elijah, perfect timing. I am in need of your assistance, it appears as if my whore of a girlfriend doesn’t want my attention tonight, and has locked herself in the bathroom, and I still need to teach her a lesson,” Klaus said from behind the door.

There was a loud snap, and the thud of a body hitting the floor, before a soft knock on the door. “Y/N, are you alright?”

You opened the door to reveal Elijah, with Klaus’s temporarily dead body on the floor. “M-my neck,” you managed weakly, your lip quivering.

“Drink my blood, I do not want you to die,” Elijah said as he bit into his hand. You took it thankfully, drinking it until his wound closed. “Come, get dressed. You may stay at my house tonight.”

You nodded. “Can you move his body to the bed, at least?” You whispered. Despite what he had done, you still loved him, of course.

“Yes.”

You quickly dressed back into the leggings and jumper you had been wearing before your bath after cleaning up the blood on your neck. With you ready to go, and Klaus’s body now laying on the made bed, Elijah took you back to his house.

~~~

When Klaus woke, it took him a second to remember why he still wore the clothes he had on last night, and why he was not in the covers. Then it came back to him. Attacking you, feeding from you, calling you horrible things, you crying as you locked yourself in the bathroom away from him, and calling Elijah, and him snapping Klaus’s neck.

Tears formed in his eyes as he jumped up, looking around wildly for you. “Y/N?” he said quietly. It started from a whisper, but soon it turned to screaming and shouting as he ran around the house, desperately looking for you.

As he sat down on the stairs, tears falling from his eyes, the front door opened, and there you were. Your eyes were puffy and red, black bags underneath as Klaus stood. You still wore leggings and his jumper, and Klaus began to cry more as you froze when you saw him. “Klaus,” you whispered, frightened that he might try something else.

His lips quivered as he spoke next. “I am so sorry, my dear. My actions were uncalled for, and I regret them with all my heart,” he said softly. “And I understand, if you want to leave. You’re free, Y/N. If that is what you want. But if you wish to stay, I will spend the rest of eternity making it up to you, this I swear, Y/N. I love you. More than I have ever loved someone before and I cannot live without you. So please, let me repair what I so foolishly broke.”

You were silent, unsure what to say. When you finally found the words, Klaus smiled. “I don’t want to leave you,” you said straight away. “I never want to leave you. But what you did last night scared me, and you hurt me. You aren’t forgiven for that. But I will give you the chance to prove you are worthy of my forgiveness,” you told him, crossing your arms over your chest.

Klaus let a few more tears drop. “I am not worthy of a woman as pure as you, anyway,” Klaus told you as the two of you smiled at each other.

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Hogwarts: Percabeth AU

“Then how about percabeth hogwarts au where annabeth is the perfect student and percy is her punk boyfriend please? (I read about this in some headcannons once and i just really loved this au-also im such a sucker for punk percy omg) thanks :)!”

Well here you go dis-be-yo-homegurl, I hope you like it. I might make this into a mini series thingy???

((I love punk!Percy too btw, I live and breathe it if you can’t tell from all my fics))


It was on the Hogwarts Express, on the way to their seventh year, that I found a certain raven haired peer.

Percy Jackson, seventeen years old, Slytherin, half blood and a bloody good wizard. I had noticed him from my first day at Hogwarts, (how could I not? His presence alone demanded attention.) despite my awe for the most magical place in Britain. It took four more years, during the middle of fifth year, that he finally had the courage to ask me to Hogsmeade and eventually kiss me. That was, according to our friends, the start of a very long awaited era.

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Klaus

Imagine : Klaus coming home drunk, and he hurts you. In the morning, he tries to make it up to you.

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It wasn’t often that Klaus got drunk, or at least drunk without you. You were human, surprise, and the Original Hybrid had fallen head over heels for you immediately when he came to New Orleans. You fell for him soon after, but he was hesitant to make a move on you, knowing that he was no good for you.

In the end, he asked you to dinner and now you had been happily together for 14 months. In those 14 months, you had seen it all. Klaus’s rough side, his anger and hatred. His frustration and his murderous side. However, you had also seen his soft side, his cheesy side as he told you flirty jokes, his gentle caresses on your arms as he held you while you slept.

Anyone could see he was in love with you, it was obvious in the way he watched you, in the way he practically worshiped the ground you walked on, the way he talked about you when you weren’t there, and the way he was fiercely protective of you.

The two of you often did everything together. You went with him when he was with Marcel, he went with you to the library to watch you read, you two cooked together, slept in the same bed at the same time, hell, sometimes Klaus even insisted on showering together, which always turned into something else. 

Which was why it was weird that Klaus had insisted that you stayed at home that night, where he was the only vampire besides Rebekah and Elijah that had been invited in. 

“It’s going to get dangerous, love,” he told you. “I don’t want you to get hurt, Y/N.” 

“But I’ve never gotten hurt before,” you protested. “How dangerous is this honestly going to get, Nik, you’re just going out for a drink.”

“If you stay home,” Klaus started. “I am all yours tomorrow. You may do what you please with me, I will take you wherever you want, do whatever you want. But please stay home tonight.”

You thought about it, nodding. A night at home while he went out, for a day of him being completely yours versus insisting that you went out with him and not having him to yourself, then to have the same thing happen the next day. You knew which one was more appealing. 

“Whatever I want?” You asked, confirming what he had said. He cupped your cheeks, watching as you bit your lip. 

“Whatever you want,” he promised, kissing your lips gently. 

You smiled as he pulled back. “Alright, I’ll stay here.”

After a heated kiss, and a quiet thank you from Klaus, you were left to do whatever you wanted by yourself. It’s not like you were clingy to him, in fact, you didn’t need him to do anything. The two of you just enjoyed doing things together, and one of those things turned out to be drinking. It was rare when one would go out without the other.

You decided that you were going to relax. First, you changed from your skirt and blouse into leggings and one of Klaus’s Henley shirts that was far too big for you. Then, you made yourself a snack of apples with caramel. Maybe you weren’t being adventurous, but that was your everyday life. Perhaps you needed this moment to relax, take care of yourself. You were human, after all, and you did need to relax sometimes.

After finishing your snack, you immediately put your iPod on the docking station, turning it up as loud as it would go. Bad Romance by Lady Gaga began to play, and you squealed, singing along and dancing as the songs went through one by one on shuffle. 

And when you finally got tired of that, you sighed, going upstairs to take a bath. It was only ten o’clock, and you knew Klaus wouldn’t be in until midnight at the earliest. So you decided to take a bath, and go to bed early so you could get a goodnight sleep, as well as get up before Klaus so you may make pancakes for breakfast for the two of you.

You took a long time in the bath, coming out just before eleven. When you walked out into your shared room in just your towel, you were quite shocked to see Klaus standing at the foot of the bed, smirking at you. He seemed unstable and quite drunk.

“Hey Nik,” you smiled, slightly glad he was back. You could never get to sleep easy without him. “I didn’t think you would be home so soon.”

Keeping your towel secure around your body, you walked over to him, a soft smile adoring your lips. He stayed still, smirking at you still. “Have I eh-ver told you that yu-ou are a sexy mess?” he slurred, his hand shakily coming up to your face. 

“You’re really drunk,” you chuckled quietly, taking his hand. “Come on, join me. Let’s go to bed, I’ll make pancakes in the morning.”

“I would love to be in bed with you,” he started. “Just doing other things. Preferably between your legs.”

“Ah,” you sighed. Klaus got very horny when he was drunk, but you never gave in to you. You were human, and him, the strongest creature on the planet. He would be rough, and you would get hurt and he would hate himself even more. So you avoided drunk sex at all cost. “No, not today. Off to bed. Come on, take the jacket off, Nik.”

“But I really want you,” he purred, taking long strides into you. You took two steps back for every one of his steps forward until you were pinned against the wall, one hand had a death grip on the edge of your towel while the other rested against his chest, pushing him back slightly. “And I’m so hungry, Y/N.”

Now you started to get nervous. He had never drank from you, claiming he would never be able to stop him and he never wanted to hurt you. But now, you watched the veins grow under his eyes and your heart nearly stopped. 

“Nik, there’s blood bags downstairs,” you managed, your voice a lot higher than it normally is. “You know this.”

“But I want you,” he repeated, pressing his body against your sloppily, his teeth extending from his jaw.”I want to taste you, love.”

You whimpered in fright, trying to push him off. “Klaus, please,” you begged. You were frightened now. Never had you seen him act this way towards you, and you were convinced he would either hurt you, then come back to reality and leave you, or he would kill you. 

It was a sudden movement, but his teeth dug into your neck as he roughly grabbed you, ripping the towel off your body. You screamed in pain, but all Klaus did was moan into your neck, loving the taste of your blood.

The pain was unbearable, and you finally managed to push his drunken body off, immediately holding you hand to your neck as Klaus stumbled back. “Oh come on Y/N, the whole world knows you’re a common whore,” he said with a wolfish grin. “Don’t you want to have some fun with me?”

Tears pricked into your eyes, but you were unsure if it was because of what he said or the pain you were in. “I don’t want to do anything with you,” you told him slowly. 

His beautiful features contorted in rage, and he moved forward, slapping you. It wasn’t as hard as he could due to his intoxication, but it hurt nonetheless. You cried out, slumping into the wall. 

“Don’t be such a bitch, Y/N,” he snarled, grabbing your neck and pinning you to the wall, choking you. You gasped, struggling to get out of his hold. 

Finally, you kicked him in the crotch, causing him to let go and sink to his knees, groaning. You took your chances, quickly running into the bathroom. You slammed the door just as he stood, and you locked it. He appeared to have forgotten about his vampire strength as he began to pound on it, calling out your name.

You were even more thankful that your phone rested on the counter, which you quickly grabbed. Shakily, you dialed Elijah’s number with bloody hands, praying that the noble Mikaelson would pick up right away.

“Y/N?” He answered after one ring. “What can I do for you?”

“Elijah, Klaus is drunk,” you stuttered out. “I’m locked in the bathroom, he fed from me and choked me when I told him to stop and-”

“I’ll be right over,” Elijah said quickly.

“Thank you,” you managed, choking back a sob as he hung up. You grabbed a small hand towel to put over the bite mark, before grabbing another towel to wrap around your body again.

“Elijah, perfect timing. I am in need of your assistance, it appears as if my whore of a girlfriend doesn’t want my attention tonight, and has locked herself in the bathroom, and I still need to teach her a lesson,” Klaus said from behind the door. 

There was a loud snap, and the thud of a body hitting the floor, before a soft knock on the door. “Y/N, are you alright?”

You opened the door to reveal Elijah, with Klaus’s temporarily dead body on the floor. “M-my neck,” you managed weakly, your lip quivering. 

“Drink my blood, I do not want you to die,” Elijah said as he bit into his hand. You took it thankfully, drinking it until his wound closed. “Come, get dressed. You may stay at my house tonight.”

You nodded. “Can you move his body to the bed, at least?” You whispered. Despite what he had done, you still loved him, of course. 

“Yes.”

You quickly dressed back into the leggings and jumper you had been wearing before your bath after cleaning up the blood on your neck. With you ready to go, and Klaus’s body now laying on the made bed, Elijah took you back to his house.

~~~

When Klaus woke, it took him a second to remember why he still wore the clothes he had on last night, and why he was not in the covers. Then it came back to him. Attacking you, feeding from you, calling you horrible things, you crying as you locked yourself in the bathroom away from him, and calling Elijah, and him snapping Klaus’s neck.

Tears formed in his eyes as he jumped up, looking around wildly for you. “Y/N?” he said quietly. It started from a whisper, but soon it turned to screaming and shouting as he ran around the house, desperately looking for you.

As he sat down on the stairs, tears falling from his eyes, the front door opened, and there you were. Your eyes were puffy and red, black bags underneath as Klaus stood. You still wore leggings and his jumper, and Klaus began to cry more as you froze when you saw him. “Klaus,” you whispered, frightened that he might try something else.

His lips quivered as he spoke next. “I am so sorry, my dear. My actions were uncalled for, and I regret them with all my heart,” he said softly. “And I understand, if you want to leave. You’re free, Y/N. If that is what you want. But if you wish to stay, I will spend the rest of eternity making it up to you, this I swear, Y/N. I love you. More than I have ever loved someone before and I cannot live without you. So please, let me repair what I so foolishly broke.”

You were silent, unsure what to say. When you finally found the words, Klaus smiled. “I don’t want to leave you,” you said straight away. “I never want to leave you. But what you did last night scared me, and you hurt me. You aren’t forgiven for that. But I will give you the chance to prove you are worthy of my forgiveness,” you told him, crossing your arms over your chest.

Klaus let a few more tears drop. “I am not worthy of a woman as pure as you, anyway,” Klaus told you as the two of you smiled at each other. 

in between are doors

summary: it takes phil a very long time to notice how frequently dan steals his clothes, but the moment he does, he decides something has to be done. dan, on the other hand, isn’t impressed. 

note: i’ve never been so great with fluff, domesticity, established relationships or dialogue-based fics, so here are 2k words of me tackling exactly those things. also, clothes sharing.  read on ao3.

 

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The first time Phil notices, it’s a cold morning, and he’s standing in front of his open socks drawer with bare feet, staring at the spot where his favourite pair used to be and are now clearly not.

He doesn’t remember wearing them so he doesn’t think they’re in the wash, but they can’t really vanish, can they, unless Dan’s theory about socks goblins is true – so surely they must be somewhere and he’ll find them eventually.

The floor is freezing his toes so he grabs a different pair, and reminds himself to check the goblins theory, just to be certain.

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Scars - Isaac Lahey Fluff

Feel Good Friday
Not requested

Warning; mention of physical scars such as burns and self harm scratches and cuts (only scars), please read with caution, you are beautiful/handsome and amazing, if you need some support or need someone to vent to, my ask is always open. You are not alone

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You stared into the mirror and just thought. What if…

What if you felt confident for a day? What if you could see the good in you? What if your skin was perfect? What if you were a nice person? What if you could speak louder and be heard? What if you were loved?

“Y/n?” your door creaked open as you pushed your sleeves down your arms and pulled them to cover your hands, turning and forcing a smile onto your face as Isaac stood there silently. You forced the smile to stretch onto your face before he walked over and grabbed your hands. You tried to pull them away, but he squeezed them into his hold before raising them and pressing his lips to your knuckles, eyes locked with yours. “Is everything okay?” he asked you and you swallowed before nodding. You didn’t like lying to you, but it still seemed to work.

“Everything’s fine,” you told him and he smiled before pulling you into his side.

“Then can we go?” he asked as you nodded again and you walked downstairs, slipping your shoes on, sitting out on the front steps, waiting for Stiles. You were going to their lacrosse game, but since Isaac had come back from France he didn’t join the team again. He claimed he wanted some time without it, and rather with you, since after he came back, he confessed his feelings to you, and now he just wanted to focus on his girlfriend. He’d try out next time.

“You guys getting in or what?! I still gotta change!” you looked up from Isaac’s shoulder to Stiles’ blue jeep. You couldn’t help but chuckle before grabbing you boyfriend’s (oh-my-gosh yes, that feels so good to say) hand and pulling him to Roscoe, both of you getting in the back so you could sit together.

You sat with your hand in Isaac’s lap, your head on his shoulder as he kept whispering things to you, making you smile and appreciate every moment you could spend with him as your partner instead of your friend. It allowed him to tell you things he couldn’t when you were just friends, it allowed him to make you feel a lot warmer and jus better about yourself. He knew about how you had felt, and how it had improved since he confessed, but he also knew you were not one hundred percent okay. He stuck around though, because he knew you needed him somehow, even if you didn’t want to admit it. You were independent, a strong person, yet it always felt great when he would tell you sweet things.

“You cold?” Isaac asked as he helped you out of the jeep, seeing you were only wearing one of his thin jumpers, a tee shirt under that.

“Just a little,” you smiled lightly, rubbing your arm to prove your answer to be true.

“Here,” Stiles reached into the back of the jeep and pulled out a thick sweater, handing it over to you before he locked the jeep. “See you later.”

“Good luck!” you and Isaac told him as he raised a hand in the air as thanks before stumbling and then trying to carry on walking as if nothing happened… Oh Stiles…

“Wanna grab a seat?” Isaac asked as you nodded and pulled on the sweater. You walked over to the seats and found on right by Scott’s mum who greeted the two of you with a big, slightly nervous, smile. She was always quite nervous for Scott’s games, she didn’t want to see him hurt, even if he could heal fast.

“He’ll be fine, they’ll win this one, easily,” you smiled to Melissa as she nodded, smiling at you both.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Isaac asked.

“I’m fine,” you nodded. His hand slid up your arm, lightly stroking the inside of your arm with the scars as you looked down, watching his thumb slipping below your sleeves.

“You’re extremely beautiful, you know that?” he asked, kissing your cheek before pulling you into him and nuzzling your neck. “You’re beautiful and I love you, you’re a perfect human being,” he added as you felt warm, the feeling spreading out through your body as it tugged at your lips, making you smile.

“Thanks,” you whispered back and caught his eyes, seeing that he was smiling back at you, content swimming in his eyes, seeing that you were happier, if even only for a few moments.

“I mean it. I’m a fool for not telling you everything earlier,” he told you, only making you smile more. What if you were loved? You are. With all the things you don’t like about yourself, someone did. And that someone was one of the most special people in this world. Thanks to him, you could see good in you. Sure, not everything, but you could see some things. He showed you why he loved you, he showed you why you should love yourself. With him, you were comfortable, and confident. He heard you, he loved your ‘imperfect skin’, he loved it because it was what showed him that you were strong, and he heard you. He helped you be independent, he helped you see the good in you. He helped make those scars disappear.

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aishiteru-otome  asked:

Can I request a fic on Star Crossed Myth guys taking care of 3-4 year old MC-chan ? Thank you!

So sorry for the delay with this, but you know me too well so i love you so much for your patience with this project. Here is part 1. I am still working on the rest and will try to get part 2 done asap!

When Gods Become Babysitters
Rating: G
SCM guys x toddler MC
Note: The best way to read this is if you use the voice of Morgan Freedman.

One day, upon a hill, sat an inconspicuous mansion. The exterior is covered in vines as if Nature intended to claim it in its efforts against civilization. Unbeknownst to those living from afar, this mansion is the home to gods that have fallen from the heavens. And while the outside looks rather creepy to the passer by (should there be any), the interior is quite the opposite. The opulence is what one should expect when visiting the home of fallen gods.

Today was no different from any other day. Altair and Vega were chasing after their lords in an effort to get them to finish their reports.

“Lord Teorus, please! These reports need to be filed by the end of the day!”

“Lord Ichthys, please don’t walk so fast! I have these reports that need to be done by the end of the week…”

Dui was coming down the main stairs along side Huedhaut and witnessed the whole thing. They both sighed and shook their heads as they made their way to the living room. They needed tea after a long morning of having to listen to their respective department leaders go on and on about the usual subjects they always do. When they got home, they made a quick escape using reports as an excuse.

Scorpio was in his room getting cleaned up. He hated being here. Being on Earth made him feel just a smidgen closer to his former human life and wanted to scrub his body raw to rid that feeling.

Leon had just gotten to his room and had yet to settle in when the ruckus from downstairs made it’s way up.

“B-b-but, Lord Teorus!”

“Vega, have I told you how you’re as lovely as a springtime bloom?” Teorus said this with his most sparkling of smiles.

“Your charms have yet to work on me, Teorus, so what makes you think they’ll work now?”

He shrugged and shook his head. “ It was worth a try, wasn’t it?”

“Well, it was wasted,” Vega said matter-of-factly as she handed over a small stack of files. “Pleeeeeease get these done as soon as possible so I can send them along with the rest?”

Leon had stuck his head out during this altercation (if you can call it that) and leaned his back against the door frame to watch how it went. He watched as Teorus sighed and shook his head at the papers he was handed and Vega walked away victorious. “You know you’ll never win with that one, right?”

Teorus clutched the papers to his chest, freeing one hand to scratch the back of his head. “Heh… What can I say,” he responded with a tilt of his head and went off to find his room. Again.
Leon sighed and went back into his own room.


At some point, Altair lost track of Ichthys and looked like he was going to cry. The huge stack of papers weren’t going to file themselves and he certainly wasn’t going to do it. “Maybe i should’ve asked Vega to help me with him,” he pondered out loud. But his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of sobbing coming from outside the house. Curious, the little assistant placed the files on a nearby table and opened the front door to find a little girl sitting on their front steps crying. Not sure what to do, Altair stepped out and greeted her. ‘H-hello there.“

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