I wanted to have sex with you when I was fighting everyone.

-J.M Storm

(requested by @kris-lulu)

Happy Birthday Nat @recyclingss​ I hope you have had a lovely day (and LOTS and LOTS of cake) and enjoy this little gift. 

Caroline Forbes has just started Med School. She’s determined to work hard and not be distracted by anyone or anything. Looks like fate, and an administrative error, has other plans.

Sparks Fly

Caroline Forbes had a mantra when she started college - work hard and with absolutely no distractions. 

She promised herself that after her admission to med school she wouldn’t squander her opportunities. She was going to be Dr Caroline Elizabeth Forbes and no one and nothing would interfere with that goal.

All was going well - well, until it wasn’t.  

Stanford was beautiful this time of the day, the looming sunset only accentuating the richly coloured array of autumn leaves as they crunched underfoot. 

It was a Friday, she remembered because that coming Monday was Labor Day, meaning no classes for three whole days. Most people had either left for the long weekend or were planning to attend the multitude of back to college parties on campus. 

She’d been invited, of course, but turned down each one. No distractions and all that. 

Also, Caroline had already planned her extended weekend down to the last minute. Although the semester had only commenced two weeks earlier she decided some revision would give her the extra reinforcement needed when classes resumed. 

As she made her way through the empty corridors, Caroline realised just how subdued her usually busy dorm was and secretly glad for the peace and quiet it would afford her to study. 

It was only when she approached her door that Caroline realised that peace and quiet might not be coming so soon. Her door was slightly ajar and Caroline knew she hadn’t left it that way. Then she heard it, some singing albeit off-key. What burglar had time to sing while he stole her prized possessions?

Caroline rifled through her purse madly hoping the can of hairspray she discovered would be as effective as mace or at least look it. She also made a mental note to buy some mace next time she was at the store because that’s the kind of person she was, always organised even in a crisis. 

She nudged the door open slowly only to find her burglar had also found time to undress and was half naked bar the white towel hanging low on his toned hips. He might have not been able to sing but the man could wear a towel. 

His back was to the door which was probably a good thing given Caroline was trying to form some coherent words in a sequence that hopefully made sense. She realised after a beat that any words would have to do. 

Clearly her thinking was louder than she envisioned given he turned around curiously.

“I am armed and not afraid to…”

“Tame my thatch of wild curls with your hair spray?” He sounded like Mr Darcy, that much she could tell. 

“How did you…”

“I saw your reflection in the window,” he explained, gesturing to the glass. “Next time you want to surprise someone I suggest less hesitation and more action, love.”

“Don’t call me that,” she huffed, realising that wasn’t her most pressing concern. “Who are you and what are you doing in my room?”

“Excuse me, this is my room.” A likely story given their dorms weren’t the coed kind. 

“Well, last time I checked I am a woman and you are…so not one.”

“What gave it away?” He smirked, those totally non-attractive crimson lips tugging at the edges. 

“Don’t you have any clothes?”

“I have an entire suitcase, in fact I was unpacking when you stormed in hairspray in hand, sweetheart.”

“I mean clothes to wear, like right now,” she growled.  

“Why? Am I distracting you.” 

He just had to go and use the d word, the one thing she wasn’t supposed to be. Avoiding distraction was her number one aim and he was making that so much more difficult. 

Bastard.

“No, not at all,” she mumbled. “I just want you gone and if it means pushing you into the hallway half-dressed then that is totally on you.”

“Wow, you really aren’t the hospitable kind, are you?” He offered, his blue eyes clouding over momentarily telling her more than she wanted to know and causing other places to stir that hadn’t in a while. “In hindsight the Taylor Swift paraphernalia should have alerted me but this is clearly an administrative error nothing more.”

“So, you’ll leave then?”

“Not that you cared to ask about my wellbeing but I arrived late in term from the UK due to COVID delays. I did try to call the administration office earlier and no one answered. It is a long weekend so not completely unexpected.” 

“So, what exactly are you saying?” 

“I stay here for the next few days only. I promise I’ll be well behaved and I’ll even cover myself up appropriately so as not to distract you.”

“I never said that..” she lied. Klaus chose that moment to place a navy henley over his head, covering up exactly what she’d been trying to avoid but also ogle at the same time. 

“I will be out of your hair in a couple of days, I promise. In fact we never had to see each other ever again if that helps?”

Caroline wanted to think that it helped and she was pleased he was now fully covered. She was all about no distractions after all. 

“Fine,” she replied curtly, sitting on her bed. “I have some study to do so will be busy anyway.”

“What are you studying?”

“Medicine.”

“Looks like we have more in common than first thought,” he smiled, grabbing one of their text books and waving it in her direction. “I can help with studying if you like?”

Dedicated to @desidarling123 , happy early birthday!

As I promised, here the Mistress Dimitrescu and her puppies Alucard and Jonathan

Part Five

August Walker has been haunting my mind, asking for a redemption story. I need him to be allowed to be the good guy. So. Here you go. It’s a little bit AU, a little bit canon, a little bit pure self indulgence.

A one night stand turns into much more that August Walker ever let himself want. 

August Walker x Plus sized OFC (Cassie)

Warnings: Shitty couch dwellers, language, be careful where you step - there’s smutty smut smut, and quite a bit of fluffy fluff, bad décor, I don’t know jack shit about astronomy - I found this shit on the internet…. Beware of the cliffs. 

Author’s note: THANK YOU to the amazing @amandalove for proofreading and letting me bounce my never ending list (of shit that doesn’t need to be part of this story but will end up being part of this story) off you. You are the best!

Thank you to @luna-aestas for this beautiful mood board, every time I look at it I want to cry, I love it so much! It’s amazing.

As always, please let me know if you want on or off my tag list by a DM or ask  :)

Y’all, I don’t own shit. August, MI, anything. I own nothing. I’m just playing.

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Hello everyone I’m back doing some more stuff now that I have the energy to get out of bed, so ya I’m not dead. Now before you ask yes I’m still doing TAS stuff, I have something I’m working on at the time of me posting this that might take some time, So have a drawing of Bowser.     :) 

This is a gift for my little sister, so don’t juge me guys.

Have this Drawing of Don I did earlier today ^^

Ben/Melanie + “you’re really warm.” T for alcohol consumption. Pre-freeze.

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garcianunier’s 1,5k followers celebration

A young Prince Philip moodboard (for @ray-tozier)

Today I had home-office, so… i finished that old sketch for #lawsanweek

Day 3 - borrowed clothes (Sanji - pre timeskip Hoddie/ Law - Strong World)

Hmm… hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Sometimes in our lives
We all have pain
We all have sorrowBut if we are wise
We know that there’s always tomorrowLean on me
When you’re not strong
And I’ll be your friend
I’ll help you carry on…For it won’t be long
Till I’m gonna need somebody to lean onPlease swallow your pride
If I have things you need to borrowFor no one can fill
Those of your needs that you won’t let showYou just call on me brother when you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean onI just might have a problem that you’ll understand
We all need somebody to lean onLean on me
When you’re not strong
And I’ll be your friend
I’ll help you carry on…For it won’t be long
Till I’m gonna need somebody to lean onYou just call on me brother
When you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean onI just might have a problem that you’ll understand
We all need somebody to lean onIf there is a load you have to bear
That you can’t carryI’m right up the road
I’ll share your load
If you just call meCall me
If you need a friend
(Call me)
Call me (call me)
If you need a friend
(Call me)
If you ever need a friend
(Call me)
Call me
(Call me) Call me
(Call me) Call me
(Call me) Call me
(Call me)If you need a friend
(Call me)
Call me
(Call me) Call me
(Call me) Call me
(Call me) Call me
(Call me)

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Idk what I’m doing but this is a song for all those people that are having a hard time in Texas. Hope you guys are doing alright and remember you always have a friend that you can lean on. 

“I learned to love myself today. And then I thought of your green eyes, and I forgot about myself and loved you.”

“I was already dead in my past. A little girl hidden in the shadows looked at me with sadness that she couldn’t hide in her eyes. He was offended because I never loved him once. He was upset because I couldn’t get him out of the swamp where he was stuck. He wasn’t alive now because I buried him in a cold tombstone with my own hands.”

• Dedicated to the little girl I killed inside me

@yutaslaugh : what are your favourite nct 127 mvs?

↪ simon says & superhuman 

Someone you need to much

Someone to hurt me to much

Someone to be alive for

Make me alive

Make me confused

Being alive

You make being alive a little less hard and 

Mars 15th 2019 

It wasn’t your fault that it turned out like this, you couldn’t have know and also, it wasn’t your fault that you died. It started a little bit before you died. When I watch you fade away infront of my eyes, but when you died, well thats when all of hell brooke loose. Ever since I have just been like this, a chatelaine for a black hole that is tearing me appart from the inside and out. I don’t understand why I’m supposed to write to you. You are dead. You can’t read this but I miss you unbelievably much and my therapist thought it would be a good idea to write down what i’m going through. So I thought that you would be the best receiver of my letters, I hope it is fine with you. 

I love you forever, 

Estelle

Larry, the After Party

The boys finish their last show on tour, and wave goodbye to screaming fans. Harry and Louis walk backstage after a night of subtle glances and touches. Harry glides his fingers through his long wavy hair as the screams become faint. Louis sees that him and Harry are alone, the boys are far ahead. Louis trips Harry and before Harry can react Louis has him on the ground. He is holding Harry’s arms, pinned to his back. Harry’s eyes go wide and he furrows his brows, he struggles. Louis can see his panic, he then straddles his knees over Harry’s back and tightens. Louis smiles widely. Harry can’t help but to let out a whimper, his adams apple caresses the floor with every gulp. Louis leans up and bites Harry’s ear, then licks his jawline. Harry is startled and shakes a hand free and he shoves Louis. This only happens because Louis was too focused on Harry’s frantic, pulsing breath than keeping a tight grip. Harry stands over Louis, and Louis falls to the ground, he doesn’t feel so confident anymore. Harry looks down at Louis and a grin forms on his lips, a grin Louis has never seen before. Harry grabs Louis by two fistfulls of his shirt and pushes him up against the wall. Harry stares at him intensely. Louis’ deep blue eyes widen and lips part as he watches Harry’s emerald eyes lower to scan his body and come back up to meet his eyes, while still holding his grin. Harry whispers, “I’m in control now.” Just as he says that Louis struggles and breaks free, and just as his feet hit the floor Harry shoves him into an empty room that was behind them. They can hear voices, so they run into a closet. It’s pitch black. Louis can hear movement, then he feels something. Harry is behind him, Louis can feel his chest against his back. Harry’s hands are on Louis’ hips, he slowly moves his hands down between Louis’ legs, Louis throws his head back onto Harry’s shoulder, breathes in through his teeth. When he breathes out he can’t help but moan, “HAZZA.” Harry snaps, “Louis shhh.” with a slight giggle. Louis is tense as Harry starts unbuttoning his shirt. Harry begins to undo Louis’ belt. Harry places both his hands to the side to rest on Louis’ thighs and asks, “Do I have your permission?” Louis takes a deep shaky breath, and grabs Harry’s big hands and leads the way. Louis was filled with sensation, he thought, “ Has Harry done this beforrOHH!” He can feel Harry’s breath flowing through his hair. Harry continues to kiss Louis’ body lower and lower, Harry gets on one knee. Louis can barely stand, Harry holds him up by grabbing his side. Louis slams his palm flat against the wall of the closet and one hand on Harry’s curly locks, his eyes squinted and nose scrunched. Louis has “no control” he can’t stop himself, he puts his hand under Harry’s chin and pulls him upward. Their noses are touching, and breath intertwining. Louis says to Harry, “ I wanna see you.” Louis takes Harry’s hand and leads him out of the closet, Harry watches as Louis gets on his knees. He slowly traces his hands higher and higher on Harry’s thighs. Louis looks up to see Harry’s head hanging behind him, and the sweat dripping down his tattooed chest, his breathing is unsteady. His breath even more unsteady when Louis has him feeling unconscious. Louis squeezes Harry’s ribs. Then Harry weakly lifts his head and faces Louis. Louis leans back onto his hands, both stare at each other panting. Harry sits on the floor with Louis and then begins to kiss his neck, Louis closes his eyes and lets it happen. Harry grabs the sides of Louis’ belly and leans him to the ground. Louis’ back to the floor, Harry’s strong tattooed arms are on each side of Louis. Louis bites his bottom lip and grabs Harry between the legs. Harry looks down and shouts, “LOUEH!” Harry becomes weak and falls onto Louis. They feel each other breathing. Harry gazes at Louis with glassy eyes and puffy lips. Louis grabs Harry’s jaw and pulls him into his tingling lips. Harry lets out a short moans while they kiss so softly yet so intense. That’s when they both realized, home isn’t a place.