and it gave him his best friend

anonymous asked:

I want to fuck my best friend so bad. I'm a girl, and he's a guy. I have a boyfriend that I love very much, we've been together for two years, and he's okay with me having a platonic relationship with my best friend. We snuggle all the time but that's about it. Yesterday he pulled my body on top of his and gave me an amazing back rub while I played with his hair, and all I could think about was how badly I wanted him to kiss me. I just want to know if he thinks about me like that too.

Phichit Chulanont is the purest boy ever and I love him so much I could cry

He is really just The Best. So kind and Good.

Just look at him!!!!

Look at this goofy grin!!!!

Look at all these bright and soft things he wants to show to people!!!!

Of course he wants to skate with all of his friends wearing hamster hats!!! Of course he does!!!!!

He is really the best and I can’t believe Kubo-sensei gave him to us

carl gallagher is the definition of unexpected. the little boy who melted dolls together, tortured animals, put a goldfish in the microwave all while his siblings just watched in some kind of amused horror. the little boy who bullied the other kids because he wanted to make people cry, who fantasized about pushing people on train tracks, who never had a problem with death or murder. the teenage boy that ate out almost every girl in his grade just for the hell of it. that boy is the same boy who put his shirt back on and had zero complaints about it because his girlfriend didn’t like sex, the same boy who took her entire family in even when his siblings resisted (”they live in a van.” “why is that my problem?”  “it’s winter”). it’s the same boy who was so devoted to his best friend that he gave him a place to live, never complained about or mocked the things that made him feel safe and did them with no judgement (watching his back in the shower at home, letting him sleep on the floor). the same boy who saw a (not his first, but his first fresh) dead body and knew he couldn’t keep going down the same path he was going anymore because he didn’t wanna see that. the same boy who only questioned ian’s sexuality because he wanted to know more about it and no one would give him any answers, the same boy who accepted caleb’s sexuality even when ian and even caleb barely did, the same boy who comforted mickey when ian was being diagnosed. the same boy who said he wasn’t good enough for his girlfriend but he would do whatever she asked as long as she liked him (he literally cut the tip of his dick off for that girl). he never said any rude things to her, after the whole sorority ordeal he didn’t even speak to her. he just hung out with her dad, the only positive father figure in his life, and bettered himself. he even almost gave up his newfound dream to be with her after she cheated on him, but he went anyways after she just broke his heart again. he went to military school, he’s trying to be a better person. this is the same boy who tried so hard to help his father so many times, and in the end his father tried to force him to stay in the business he was in despite the fact that he was terrified and miserable. carl is so devoted and loyal to everyone, not just the gallaghers, and even the people who hurt him, and he’s the most well-rounded character on the show.

  • Take a moment to imagine Noctis in an oversized sweater and leggings???
    • Bare feet and sleepy eyes and a bedhead, the ultimate lazy day attire
  • Now, imagine, Prompto coming by to hang out, and Noct not bothering to change cause they’re closer than best friends and he’s so comfortable that he doesn’t mind not looking his best
  • Imagine Prom turning beet red as soon as he laid eyes on Noct because ??? Who gave him a right to look that cute???
    • Be still his beating heart, he wasn’t ready
    • So many sneaky pictures will be taken, gotta capture this cute moment forever, it’s not like this happens often
  • Now, imagine Noct stretching when he yawns, sweater pulling up and showing off a sliver of his stomach
  • He looks so warm, and before Prom even realizes what he’s doing, he’s running his hands under that sweater, fingers fanning out over the others ribs, marveling at the warmth radiating from his skin
    • Noct doesn’t pull away, wouldn’t dream of it, he was used to the touches, the skin to skin contact that they both seemed to crave
  • Imagine Prompto realizing what’s happening and jerking his hands back with a blush, only to be pulled back down, hands returning to their rightful place against Noct’s ribs and his head against his chest, listening to his heart beating
  • Finally, imagine them staying like that for the rest of the day, feather light kisses shared between them, and soft words of praise and devotion
    • Only, probably, being interrupted by Iggy coming in to let them know about dinner 
  • Just, imagine them soft and warm, and most of all, happy
Paper Hearts

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

♡ Length: 5.0k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

Part 1♡ Part 2

Paper airplanes, paper towns, paper hearts… None of which from its time of creation to the time it ceases were they meant to last forever. They were a result of human creation, a temporary craft meant to satisfy what its creators could not have. Regardless of how many papers you’d fold, they would never adequately express your feelings to him. You gave him nothing but meaningless letters with hints that led to dead ends. Perhaps he never caught onto your hints for this very reason. He would never see you for your true self, he only saw you the way he wanted to see you. You were his best friend, nothing more, nothing less. Yet for as long as you were somewhere within his heart, you were content. You told yourself you could be second, third, or even last, because you were willing to wait… but just how long could your feelings stand against the test of time?

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Title:Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

“Alright, so we know that getting outta here is not going to be that easy. Or as easy as the first time.” Dean grumbled as he shut the car’s door close.

“So it seems- uh thank you Clint!” Sam gave the driver a smile but he only frowned at him.

“Uh Clif? You know what guys? Just stay off drinking for a little while yeah? And Jensen, why don’t you tell your wife to make you like a warm tea or something? Your voice is starting to turn into Dean’s and it’s kinda creepy.” Clif gave Dean a tight smile.

Dean frowned, feeling a little offended for a moment but just as he was about to speak Sam did for him “Uh yeah sure thing, thanks for the drive Clif.” he gave him a tight smile and the man nodded his head.

“Of course. Goodnight guys.” he waved at them and Sam waved back.

“What the hell’s wrong with my voice?” Dean exclaimed, his voice raising an octave and Sam only rolled his eyes “My voice is absolutely fine! It’s that freaking Jensen’s voice that must be weird! Just like his name.” he scoffed, making a face and rolling his eyes.

“Yeah right, sure. Let’s go inside now before it starts raining on us.” Sam huffed a laugh, stuffing his hands in his jacket.

“Yeah right, well smart call to come here Padaleski.” Dean said with a smirk and Sam frowned.

“Uh Lecki. I’m pretty sure it’s Lecki.”

“Yeah whatever Polish boy. As long as I won’t have to watch you and fake-Ruby stuff faces.” Dean made a disgusted face and Sam huffed, giving him a bitch-face.

“I mean hey Sammy, what do ya think (Y/n/n) would think about it?” Dean gave him a side look and Sam rolled his eyes.

“Nothing because she knows very well how I feel about her. I love her and only her. Besides, this place, those guys it’s not us ok? So no there shouldn’t even be a need to worry.”

“Sure.” Dean nodded his head, fetching the keys he had stolen earlier from Jensen’s trailer but still avoided eye contact with his brother “Just save me the cheesy details man, I liked my burger a couple hours ago.” he laughed him off but Sam just sighed.

“Yeah well, it is not going to be my favorite thing to see you stuff your face with whoever your wife is.” Sam said in a teasing tone and Dean chuckled, a triumphant grin on his face when he managed to find the right key.

“You think she’s gonna be hot?” he asked Sam with a smirk and the younger Winchester shrugged.

“Well, if this Jensen guy is anything like you then- I guess.” he shrugged and Dean scoffed.

“I doubt it. Did you see that dude’s car? I mean come on now!” he exclaimed a little too loudly, his voice echoing inside the house.

“Hm well, you’ve got a pretty nice house that is for sure. Looks really home-y.” Sam commented as they both took a look around.

“Yeah, it’s nice.” Dean almost whispered and Sam merely nodded his head as he took in the sight.

“It’s ike-” he breathed out a laugh “It’s like they let (Y/n) decorate it or something. She’s told me so many times about how she’s imagined her house and it’s- pretty much like this.” Sam motioned around him.

“Of course she would.” Dean breathed out a chuckle, a fond smile on his face. One that as soon as he noticed matched that of his brother’s he wiped off.

“Alright-” he cleared his throat, trying not to get too carried away “-let’ not get carried away. We first need to-”

“Honey?” a voice cut him off, though, before he could say more and both brothers stiffened “Is that you?” it was heard again, this time coming closer and Dean shared a look with Sam.

“Time to find out I guess.” he said with a small nervous smile before steadying himself.

“Uh yeah it’s me. Jensen. Not- not somebody else, like Dean or- yeah, nope.” he tried but failed to give a nice response and Sam rolled his eyes.

“Real smooth Jensen.” Sam smirked at him and Dean merely glared at the taller man.

“Baby?” the voice was heard again, closer this time and for the first time did Sam and Dean frown at how… familiar it sounded.

“Oh there you are.” a wide grin broke on your lips as you came into view but Sam’s small smile completely vanished. Especially as you walked towards his brother and grabbed him by his jacket and… pressed your lips to his. At that moment Sam felt his heart ache more than ever before inside his chest and… as wrong as that was Dean felt his own heart swell inside his own chest.

“How was work? Hope you two didn’t have all the fun on set without me huh?” you gave him a grin, giggling as he gaped at you like a fish out of water.

“Hey Jared, how are you? How’s Gen? I didn’t have time to see her this week. In between the new album, the shooting and everything else I hadn’t had time to talk with her.” you said with all too familiar warm smile that this time didn’t make Sam smile, because your arms wrapped around Dean’s shoulders felt almost like a stab to the heart.

“Uh she’s- she’s fine.” he choked out, giving you a weak smile.

“I’m glad.” you nodded your head and in a second your eyes were back on Dean’s face who had suddenly forgotten how to breathe.

“Hey you-” you said in a lower voice, leaning in closer to him to the point he thought you’d be able to feel how his heart was going crazy inside his chest “-your mother came to take Justice, she was really happy that she’ll spend the weekend with her grandparents. You know what that means though, right?” you smirked at him, and Dean gave you a weak nod.

You chuckled, pressing your lips to his and he had to practically keep himself from melting into it. He struggled to keep himself from closing his eyes and just wrapping his arms around you, pressing you as close to himself as possible and never letting go of you. And gosh was it wrong to want, much less actually consider it.

You pulled away and had a soft smile on your lips. You nuzzled your nose with his and Dean was sure he let out a small sound that couldn’t be described as human. You smiled softly at him, the same shy smile you had given to him all that time ago when you first met.

A day he still remembered, because he was the first one you’d met. And only much later, a week later, did Sam come in view and he saw the two of you fall head over heels in love with each other. And all he did was be happy for the two of you, no matter how much it hurt him.

But he saw the shy smile turn into a smirk, the seductive kind you’d give to Sam and minutes later he’d excuse himself and follow you. And Dean would only leave the bunker for hours, not wanting to hear the two of you’s happy sounds. There was only so much he could take. This time though you gave that smirk to him, and it was him you leaned closer to.

“And I’ve got something I think you’ll love to see me in.” you whispered and Dean practically jumped, his eyes going wider (if it was possible) and a squeak left his lips when you… slapped his ass.

You winked at him, giggling before you pulled slightly away “Hey, J are you going to stay for dinner?” you asked him with that soft but only friendly smile that Dean was so used to.

Sam wanted to speak, to say something, anything but he only gave you a weak nod. You smiled warmly and nodded your head at him “I’ll serve some for you too then! And you-” you turned to Dean “-why don’t you come give me a hand huh?” you winked at him and Dean swallowed thickly, nodding his head with a somewhat terified look on his face but still a giddy feeling inside his chest.

“S-sure, I’ll be there in a while.” he stuttered because he could really understand what you meant.

“Great then.” you giggled, kissing his lips once more and Dean for a second took in a deep breath unable to believe how your scent was the same.

You rubbed his cheek before pulling away from him and turning you walked past Sam, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder – one Dean knew all too well again – and leaving them alone for a moment.

Dean took in a shaky breath, once you were completely gone his eyes moved to lock with his brother’s and as much as he wanted to play it off he knew he couldn’t. Not when he saw the hurt but somewhat angry look on Sam’s eyes. His clenched jaw and puffed out chest, something that only showed his pain.

He tried to give him a smile but it only showed his nervousness. So instead Dean just cleared his throat.

“Well, talking about awkward huh?”

~~~

A/N: My fave one so far, and one that could have great potential if turned into a full fic! Angsty, yes, but I love it! I was between this and ‘In a world of our own’ which I will write for a different French Mistake story!

Valentine's Day Drabbles: Love Note

Originally posted by stydiaislove

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader
Warnings: [N/A]
Fandom: Riverdale

It was still a few days before Valentine’s Day but the Holiday was already on your mind. For the past few years you didn’t enjoy Valentine’s day much, mainly because it was a reminder about how cowardly you were. It was a reminder that after all this time you still hadn’t told your best friend how you felt about him. As you were thinking about this that same best friend was sitting across from you typing away at his computer.

“How’s the writing going Jug?” You asked. He gave you a thumbs up but kept his eyes on his screen. He seemed to be really focused.

You however hardly got anything done. You and Jughead both worked at the Blue and Gold. You were supposed to be writing an article for Betty but you couldn’t bring yourself to even start. Sighing you gave up and closed your laptop.

“Wonder what’s got him so focused” you thought as you examined the intense look on Jughead’s face. Curious you stood up, walked behind Jughead, and attempted to read over his shoulder. Unfortunately you only got a flash of a few words because within seconds Jughead quickly slammed his laptop shut.

“Jug?” You raised an eyebrow seeing the freaked out expression on Jughead’s face.
“What’s wrong?”.
Why wouldn’t he want you to read what he had typed up?

“Nothing” Jughead replied quickly. To your great surprise he started to pack up his stuff.
“I have to go”.

And just like that he practically ran out the room, red in face. What was that about? You couldn’t help but feel like you did something wrong.

A Few Days Later

Valentine’s Day was finally here. It was only 9am and you had already witnessed four couples making out in the hall and another five giving each other gifts. Part of you wished you had just faked being sick and stayed home. You opened your locker glumly but to your great shock as soon as you did a piece of paper fell out. At first you thought it was just a piece of homework you had forgotten to turn in but when you opened the folded note you realized it was much more than that, it was a love note.

You went extremely red as your eyes scanned the page. It was so meaningful and written with such care. For all you knew it could have been written by a modern day Shakespeare. A few girls walking by noticed you reading the note and giggled which only made you blush even more.

“[Y/N] what’s that?”.
You turned to see Betty and Archie walking toward you.

“Er I…I think it’s a… love note” you explained voice shaking. Nothing like this has ever happened to you before. It was almost overwhelming.

“Who’s it from?” Betty asked excitedly. Archie smirked. Something about the look on his face made you feel weird. It was like he already knew…

“[Y/N] who’s it from?” Betty asked again. You blinked.

“Oh I don’t know. They didn’t sign it… it’s probably just a joke anyway. Probably Reggie being a jerk”.
Even as the words escaped your lips you knew they weren’t true. Reggie couldn’t come up with something like this. It was just too full of feeling. Deep down you knew whoever wrote this truly cared about you.
“Anyway I have to go to the Blue and Gold office. I left one of my text books there yesterday”.
With that you waved goodbye to Betty and Archie and jogged off.

Walking into the Blue and Gold office you discovered Jughead was already here.
“You’re here early” you said to him with a smile.

“Hmm what’s that?”.

You looked down and realized you were still holding the note in your hand. You went red and hesitated telling him about it for a moment.

“Ah someone sort of left a love note in my locker this morning”.

Jughead just nodded at this. You frowned. You had expected some sort of reaction but he seemed unfazed by this. If you were being completely honest you were secretly hoping he’d show signs of being jealous.

“It’s was really nice. Who ever wrote it is really good with words” you went on to say awkwardly. You swore at that moment you saw the sides of Jughead’s mouth twitch, as if he was trying to hold back a smile. The craziest idea came to your mind.
“Ah Jug. You wouldn’t happen to know who wrote this would you?”.

“What makes you say that?”.

“I don’t know… Archie seemed to know something and I guess… forget it it was a stupid thought. Like I said to Archie and Betty before it’s probably just a joke”.

Jughead frowned “[Y/N] it’s not a joke. The person who wrote cares about you a lot”.

“How do you know?”.

Jughead paused and for a long moment he didn’t answer.
“I can just tell. I can’t say I’m surprised you got a love note I mean your smart, funny…” he trailed off “you get my point”.

“Thanks Jug” you went over and grabbed your text book you had left behind the other day.
“See you later” you said to your friend and before you could convince yourself not to do it you kissed him on the cheek, in a platonic manor, then walked out the room.

Jughead went beet red at your action.
“Jesus when are you going to just tell her how you feel?” He muttered to himself once you were gone. He wasn’t much for romance but Jughead had spent a lot of time on that letter but he chickened out about actually telling you it was from him. It made him want to punch himself.

Fantasy Au Headcanon:

Where Oikawa is a control freak that wants the protagonist gang to follow every single detail of his evil plan (but they don’t obviously) and ends up being whiney about it the whole time. Kuroo, ever the best ally one could have, pokes fun at him as a sign of affection before telling him the faults in his plan.

“Why aren’t they turning right?” Oikawa complains like a man-child, frustrated over the imperfection of his plan.

“Isn’t it because you gave them the choice to turn left?” Kuroo blinks lazily into the crystal ball where Kenma and his group of friends are at a crossroad.

Ok we all know that the scrapbook Hagrid gave Harry was full of pictures from various friends and we’ve all kind of agreed that a lot of them were from Remus but have we imagined Remus gathering them together?
•These were some of his last ties to his best friends, three of which he thought dead and one who was in prison, supposedly for causing said deaths.
•He probably had shoeboxes on shoeboxes of pictures, because once Peter disappeared and Sirius was sent to Azkaban he ended up with their photos too.
•He probably avoided looking at them because they gave him too much heartbreak, except in the middle of the night with a bottle of cheap whiskey and a bar of chocolate.
•He probably cried getting them together for Hagrid.
•He probably felt like a piece of his heart was getting ripped out, but he had to do it because this was for Harry.
•Harry, the boy he’d held as a baby and seen say his first word.
•Harry, who was the son of two of his best friends and should’ve had the most love of any child ever, and instead Hagrid said he was sad, and didn’t understand his heritage, and didn’t remember the color of his mother’s eyes or the brightness of his father’s smile.
•Half those photos probably had writing on the back that Remus read over again while packing them up, and he probably wrote little notes on the backs of those that didn’t.
•Half those photos probably had Remus in them.
•And Remus probably only had half the photos he could’ve, because Lily and James’ were probably destroyed the night they died.

reasons why Gotham killed me tonight:

- Ozzie’s broken face when he realized Ed didn’t feel the same way

- Ben Mckenzie’s acting tonight. Bravo man, you did an amazing job

- the smol kiss Selina gave Bruce

- Oswald saying Ed was his best friend and Ed agreeing

- Jervis’ makeshift hat

- “i don’t want to kill him, i want to destroy him”

Animal - Jack Maynard Smut

Summary: “So grab me by the neck and don’t you ever let go, mess me up so good until I’m begging for more”

Word Count: 5317

Warnings: Sex, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Swearing

Requested: Yes!

Author’s note: This is the first time I’ve ever written smut, besides that tiny thing in the Conor imagine I posted last night, so please please please let me know how you like it. Also this is the longest imagine I’ve ever posted whoops.

Originally posted by mrs-jack-maynard

 

“You’re going to shatter that fucking thing if you’re not careful.”

You whipped your head around at the sound of your best friend’s voice, having not even realised that your grip on your glass had become worryingly tight. You gave him a sheepish smile as you looked up at Conor’s face, so different to that of his brother’s, and yet with the same piercing eyes that seemed to draw you in every god damn time. “Dunno what you’re on about,” you mumbled as you turned back to where you had been looking before, unsurprised at the lack of change in the scene in front of you.

“Just go and bloody talk to him,” Conor groaned as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders comfortingly. He had watched you and his little brother dance around your feelings for each other for the better part of two years now and he was getting right sick of it. All those secret glances when you thought nobody was looking and avoiding each other when the other had someone of the opposite sex around, it was beyond ridiculous. He had thought that after you and Jack had kissed at the Christmas party last month, that things would finally improve but they hadn’t, your relationship had merely shifted from ‘just friends’ to ‘just friends with benefits’ and as much as he was thankful that you were finally getting laid and working out some of that aggression, he could see how much it was hurting you, and he wasn’t okay with that.

“And cock block the master? I don’t think so,” you scoffed bitterly, your fingers tightening around the base of your glass again. You knew that the situation you had going at the moment wasn’t ideal, but it was Jack.  You had waited so long for him to see you as more than his brother’s best mate and now he did but it was non-exclusive. You knew that you should respect yourself enough to get out but you couldn’t, if this was all that you could have with him, then that was what you would have. It hurt though, being with him between the sheets and then seeing him with pretty girls in the streets.

“Alright that’s enough!” Conor’s voice almost shocked you into dropping your glass, you looked up at him with wide eyes as he pried the glass out from between your fingertips and placed in on the table behind you before offering you his hand. “Come on,” he urges you, wriggling his own fingers teasingly, “You and I are gonna go get a drink, and then we’re gonna go and dance, and you’re gonna forget all about my little brother and his tiny dick,” he smirked at you, making you laugh slightly before placing your hand in his and letting him tug you back towards the bar.

Truthfully, you had often wondered whether you were chasing the wrong Maynard. Conor had been your best friend for the better part of the past three years and you spent a lot of time together. He was handsome and charming and hilarious and sweet when he wanted to be, and you had drunkenly hooked up before so you knew he was a good kisser. Somehow though, you knew it just would be right. Because every single time the thought crossed your mind, you thought of Jack and you just couldn’t fathom being with anyone else.

Conor led you to the opposite side of the bar, far away from where Jack was currently chatting up some pretty blonde with double d’s who would plaster the news of their hook up across twitter/Instagram/snapchat/etc tomorrow. You could never take your eyes off of him, and especially not when he looked as unfairly gorgeous as he did tonight. It wasn’t until his eyes flickered to yours and that signature smirk spread across his face that you looked away, refocusing on your best friend and the alcohol in front of him.

You let out a loud groan when you noticed that Conor had ordered a round of tequila shots each for the both of you. Tequila had always been the one alcohol that would send you under the table, having been your university room mates poison of choice; any other alcohol and you could generally hold your own but Tequila was the one which would have you yelling drunkenly at Jack within the hour. “Conor, really?” you whined at your best friend, “You know Tequila is my weakness, I’ll be all over you in an hour,” you joked, having already accepted your fate as you picked up the shot.

Conor shrugged, “If that’s what happens, then it happens, no regrets,” he winked at you before picking up his own shot, the both of you throwing the shots back before slamming the glasses down on the bar. You grinned at him as you noticed his face twisting into a grimace at the taste of the tequila, knowing full well that he had only chosen the liquor in order to get you drunk. You could already feel yourself lightening up at the alcohol pumping through your veins. “Feel better now?” he asked you as he chugged back the vodka and soda in his hand, obviously keen to rid his mouth of the foul taste.

You let out a small giggle as  you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss his cheek lightly, “Thank you,” you whispered to him, before holding out your hands, “Come on then!” you said loudly, “Thought you promised me a dance, Maynard?” you grinned at him, your smile growing as he slipped his hands into yours, tugging you into him for a tight hug before pulling you in the direction of the dance floor.

You refused to look behind you to where you could feel Jack’s eyes burning into your backside; if he wanted to use you and then throw you away then fine, he wasn’t the only one who could draw attention on the dance floor, and you were going to make sure of it, besides, was it just you, or was Conor looking particularly good tonight?

-

Across the bar, Jack could barely believe his eyes. You never drank tequila when you went out, you always skipped out on it when the boys organised shots, so why on earth would you down four shots with Conor? And why the hell were you letting him drag you onto the dance floor right now? The only person who you ever dance with when you went out was him, he was the only one who you let put their hands on you.

Had you looked that good when they had gotten there? Had that dress always hugged your frame that fantastically? He gulped down the remainder of his joke and tried focusing on the girl in front of him, she had caught his eye when he’d come up here before, with her large chest and long curvy legs, but the longer he looked at her, the more he noticed the flaws in her appearance. Her eyes were dull and surrounded by too much eyeliner, they didn’t sparkle like yours did, he couldn’t see the emotions flash through them like he did in yours when you would lay in bed with him and tell him stories about from before you’d met him and the boys. Her lips were flat and looked sticky with lip gloss, they weren’t plump and red like yours always seemed to be, even more so after he had been kissing you.

He tried to pay attention to her, tried to focus on the way her lips moved, tried to imagine the way they would wrap around his cock like yours had this morning when he’d had you in the shower, but he merely cringed at the thought of her touching him like that. His eyes flitted over to where he could see you and Conor on the dance floor and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head, rage pumping through his blood stream and making him nearly blind with unadulterated fury.

You had your back to Conor’s chest as you guys danced to the overly loud EDM song which was pumping out of the speakers, your head was thrown back against his shoulder as you giggled at something that he was saying into your ear. Jack had no clue what his brother was saying, but he was pretty sure that whatever it was, wasn’t innocent. He clenched his fists together at his side as he watched Conor’s hands slide down to your hips, knowing god damn well that you didn’t wear proper underwear under that particular dress because of visible panty lines.

He snapped when he saw Conor’s head drop down and press to the crook of your neck, right where Jack knew that special spot was, the one that would drive you absolutely wild when Jack latched onto it. He was ditching the girl and surging across the bar towards the dance floor before he could second guess himself; all he knew was that he needed to get between the two of you before you ended up in Conor’s bed by the end of the night, because you were his.

It was a reasonably small and cosy club that the gang had found themselves in tonight, as opposed to some of the bigger ones that they frequented, so it didn’t take long until Jack was in front of you, and wanting to knock that dumb smirk right off of his older brothers face. You didn’t notice that Jack was there until he was right in front of your face, but as soon as he was, you barely registered that Conor was even there. A smile lit up your entire face that had Jack’s stomach doing backflips, you were so happy all of the time, how on earth could he even consider someone else?

“Jack!” You squealed as you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, having to stand on your tip toes to wrap them around him properly. You could feel the warmth of him seeping in through your clothes as you buried your face into his neck like you always did. “Conor was just telling me the funniest story!” you giggled as you pulled back, whipping your head around to confirm the story, only to find that Conor was nowhere to be seen, “Hey where’d he go?” you pouted as you turned back to face Jack, only to find he had a peculiar look in his eye that you couldn’t quite decifer.

You also realised for the first time how close you were to him, “What happened to that girl?” You asked him curiously as he pulled you into his body, his arms wrapped tightly around your lower waist, “Looked like you two were really hitting it off,” you commented as your arms wrapped around his neck loosely, one hand tangling in his blonde strands as the other lingered around the hem of his shirt, the very shirt you had torn off of him this time last week.

Jack chuckled slightly as he bent his head down to be closer to you, “Why? Is someone jealous?” he asked, his mouth hot against your ear as his warm breath washed over your neck, making you subconsciously press yourself closer to him. You bit back a moan as he tugged on your ear lobe with his teeth gently before pressing a kiss to the spot behind your ear. He pulled back to gauge your reaction and wasn’t surprised when he noticed you rolling your eyes, despite the deep and dark blush on your face.

He brushed his lips against your jaw bone softly, barely even a whisper of a kiss against your skin, “You know you’re the only girl for me,” he murmured against your skin, dragging his mouth across your jaw and down your neck slowly, occasionally using his teeth to nip at the spots he knew were sure to set you off. He smirked against your skin when he felt your breath hitch, latching his mouth onto the special spot and giving in a particularly hard suck.

You chuckled breathlessly, using the hand that was in his hair to pull him away from you, “Last time I checked, this,” you gestured between the two of you, “was non-exclusive, that’s what you wanted, right?” you asked innocently. You were riling him up and you knew it, for some reason, he was being all weird and possessive and you were gonna revel in it for as long as you possibly could. You let out a squeak when he used his arms around your waist to haul you into him, your hips pressed together tightly as he growled into your ear.

“Don’t pretend that this is just sex, you know it and I know it, so don’t give me that shit,” he hissed against you before sinking his teeth into that special spot and making you throw your head back, your nails digging into the exposed skin of his shoulder as you pressed the whole length of your body against him, feeling his hardness press into your stomach firmly as he rutted against you.

Letting out a frustrated huff, you used your hands to tug his head up harshly, both of you breathing heavily as you looked at each other, his cheeks already red with the arousal that was pressed against your stomach, as well as the dampness that you could feel pooling in between your legs. “So are you just gonna talk shit or are you gonna actually do something about it?” you challenged him with a raised eyebrow. You knew exactly how to bait him, the same way he knew how to drive you insane.

He let out a low growl as he yanked you into him, his hands caged around your face as he kissed you harshly. You moaned into his mouth softly as you gripped his shirt in your hands, nipping at his bottom lip playfully as he kissed you with a bruising intensity. You let out a soft gasp as one of his hands slid from the back of your neck, down to your ass, squeezing you roughly. You felt him smirk against your mouth as your mouth fell open slightly, slipping his tongue in between your lips and deepening the kiss.

There was no denying it, the boy knew how to use his mouth, he was a phenomenal kisser, and was even better at using his mouth on other areas of your body. Right now you weren’t concerned about his mouth though, you were more interested with the rather hard appendage that he was currently grinding into your hip. The boy was hung as hell, and there was no getting around it. Memories of this morning came flashing through you like a flood, the memory of waking up with his head between your thighs making you whimper into his mouth, that boy knew all of you secret spots and was not shy about any of it.

Smirking, he pulled back from you, biting his lip at the sight of you looking up at him with pupils blown wide and lips swollen and bright red, the memory of you looking up at him from between his legs this morning making him swallow back a groan. He pressed his mouth against your ear again, “C’mon, let me take you home, you know I’ll make it worth your while,” he groaned into your ear, sending a sharp surge of pleasure shooting down your spine. Pulling back to see your reaction, he let out a relieved breath of hot air as you nodded quickly, his hand latching onto yours and tugging you behind him as you both made your way out of the sweltering hot club.

The tight grip that he had on your hand did not escape your notice as he pulled you out of the club and into a cab outside, letting out a deep breath as he slumped against the seat on one side. “What in the hell has gotten into you?” you demanded, crossing your arms over your chest as you turned your body to look at him, furrowing your eyebrows together tightly as you moved your eyes over his physique. You didn’t want to stay on one part too long, otherwise you’d become distracted by the different parts of his body that reminded you how beautiful he was.

You let out a squeak as he wrapped hand around your waist, hauling you over to his side of the cab abruptly and burying his face in the crook of your neck, “Didn’t like it,” he mumbled into your neck, humming contently as your hand reached up to run through his hair softly, your nails scratching against his scalp softly as he nuzzles his nose against the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “Didn’t like seeing Conor with his hands all over you,” he mumbled again, lifting his head up to look into your eyes that were wide in shock as you listened to him intently, your heart bashing against his chest. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his mouth pressing against your jaw again as you nodded blindly.

“Yours,” you mumbled hoarsely as his mouth moved down your neck again.

 

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You didn’t remember how you made it from the cab to Jack’s apartment, partly because it happened so fast that you could barely blink, and partly because you had spent most of it with your mouth glued to Jack’s neck. As soon as you crossed the threshold into the apartment, both of your clothes were flying off, leaving a trail behind you both of your heels, Jack’s shirt and belt, with his shoes ending up somewhere near the kitchen. Before you knew it, you were flat on your back on Jack’s extremely plush bed, with Jack kneeling at the bottom of the bed and smirking at you.

Rolling your eyes, you propped yourself up on your elbows on the bed, balancing your weight on them as you cocked your head to the side slightly, “I’m not gonna magically transform into a perfect ten, y’know,” you chuckled softly, “This is as good as it’s gonna get, Maynard” you smirked. He simply shook his head at you before pushing your legs apart, your tight dress moving up and over your hips as he settled his body between your thighs, much like he had this morning.

He kissed a line across the top of your panties as his hands hooked behind your knees and dragged them over his shoulders, opening you up to him. You collapsed onto your back as he placed open mouthed kisses to you through the thin lace of your panties, your hands weaved into his hair as his mouth continued on it’s way down, placing kisses down your upper thighs before switching sides and kissing up the other thigh, just avoiding the place where you needed him the most.

Using his teeth, he dragged down your panties slowly, his nose brushing against you softly and causing you to let out the most pornographic sound you had ever heard in your life. He smirked up at you from between your thighs, discarding your panties behind him as he spread his hands out over your hips, holding you open to him as he physically licked his lips, oh this boy was going to be the absolute death of you.

Starting at your knee, he began placing feather light kisses to your inner thigh, slowly making his way up to the apex of your thighs where you laid bare and ready for him. “Such a good girl for me,” he murmured against your skin, “Always so ready for me,” he mumbled as he dug his fingertips into your hips, hard enough so that you were sure that you’d have matching bruises in the morning.

“Jaaaaack,” you whined, bucking your hips up in an attempt to create some friction, “Hurry U-ohhh,” a moan ripped out of your mouth as he suddenly licked a strip from top to bottom, the tip of his tongue flicking against your clit as he slid one finger inside of you.

You felt the pleasure began to build as he latched his mouth onto your bundle of nerves, sucking and flicking his tongue against your clit as he set a steady rhythm of pumping his finger in and out of you.

You slapped a hand over your mouth as you moaned even louder, your nails digging into his scalp and causing him the hum against you, the vibrations going through you like shock waves. You whined and bucked your hips against his face, desperate to go over that edge, causing him to wrap his arm around your waist to hold you in place as he added another finger into the mix.

Curving his fingers up to brush against that specific spot inside of you, you tugged on his hair harshly, making his smirk against you as he picked up the pace, pumping his fingers into you faster and making sure to press firmly against that spot every single time.

Finally, you could feel the coil of pleasure in your stomach begin to tighten almost painfully, your thighs shaking around his head as you threw your head back, “Oh oh my god, Jack! I-I’m g-gonna, oh! I’m almost there!” You moaned out loudly, trying to buck your hips up. Jack curved his fingers again, focusing on just rubbing against that spot until you were coming like a tidal wave. Your back arched up off of the bed as you fell apart beneath him, riding out the last waves of your orgasm until you were shaking, pushing him back as you tried to catch your breath.

Once you managed to regain your breath, you pushed yourself up again, intent on returning the favour, only to find Jack having already discarded his tight jeans and crawling up towards you. You never got used to seeing him like this, he was big but not too big and perfectly thick, in other words, the boy was hung as hell and you drooled slightly every time you saw him naked.

He crawled up over you, pushing your dress up your body and peeling it over your head as he went, his mouth pressing a line of hot, open mouthed kisses as he went. You didn’t object when he pulled your dress over your head, nor when he unclasped your lace bra and latched his mouth onto your nipple, dragging his teeth over it gently as his hand tended to the other one.

Your hand reached down between you, wrapping around his girth and beginning to pump him up and down. Jack let out a grunt as he grabbed onto your wrist burying his face in your neck as he pulled you off of him; that was different, Jack never said no to a hand job or blowjob. He chuckled against your skin as he brought your hand up beside your head, lacing it with one of his as he brought his head up to look at you. “I’m not gonna last if you put your hands on me,” he chuckled softly, brushing his nose against yours with unfamiliar gentleness as he leaned down to kiss you, dragging the tip of his cock up to rub against your clit, and sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

Biting your lip, you lifted one of your legs to wrap around his hips, you pulled him forward until he was right against you. Smirking, he wrapped his hand around your thigh, hooking the other one around his hips as he entered you in one smooth thrust. Throwing your head back at the feeling of him fully inside of you, you let out a loud moan, arching your back and wriggling your hips in a silent plea for him to move. He seemed to catch on as he braced his hands next to your head in a push up position as he set a quick rhythm straight up.

You dug your nails into his back as you arched into him, dragging them down his taut skin as he attached his mouth to your sweet spot, working on leaving a sizable mark on your neck as he hiked your leg up even higher on his waist, scraping his teeth against your neck as he gave a particularly hard thrust, his fingers digging into your thigh harshly.

“Ugh you’re so fucking tight,” Jack groaned into your ear, his breath hot against your neck as he snapped his hips against you even harder than he had been before. He let out a strangled grunt when you tightened around him, your walls squeezing him tightly as he picked up the pace, his hand wriggling between you two as his thumb pressed against your clit again.

You let out a high pitched moan as he slammed into you, knowing from the way he was quivering inside you, that he was nearing the peak. “Come on, baby, I’m almost there, go over the edge with me,” he grunted in your ear, the wet sound of skin slapping together filling the room, both of you covered in a thin layer of sweat as you bit your lip.

Using a brief lapse in his attention, you flipped him onto his back, arching your spine as the new angle allowed him to slip in just that little bit deeper, pressing harder onto that specific spot inside of you. Bracing yourself with your hands on his chest, you began bouncing up and down, moaning at the new feelings surging through you.

You moved faster, feeling the ball of fire in your stomach coil up even tighter as you picked up the pace, all you needed was that little push, and you’d go off of the edge with him. You let out a loud high pitched scream as his thumb pressed against your clit for the third time, white spots exploding behind your eyes as your second orgasm of the night hit you like a freight train. It wasn’t long until Jack was following after you, his hips snapping like pistons into your own until he was letting out a guttural grunt and holding your hips to his as he exploded inside of you.

You collapsed forward onto his chest, covered in sweat and coated in the combined juices of you two as he slowly slipped out of you, softening against your thigh as he wrapped his arms around your tired and clammy body. You rested your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in and out softly as you attempting to recollect yourself. You traced patterns onto his chest with the tip of your nail as you felt his chest still heaving up and down underneath your hand.

You had heard once that, if you have absolutely mind blowing sex (like you’d had just then) then the best thing for you to do, was not talk to the guy afterwards, so as to let him get his bearings back. With that in mind, you crawled out of his arms and made your way into the bathroom to clean up.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, your mind went back to earlier tonight, had he been jealous of you and Conor? If so, why? It had been his idea to keep the arrangement as no strings attached, friends with benefits only. Why was he suddenly being so boyfriend?

That thought remained on your mind as you tugged his thrasher shirt over your head, your favourite of all his shirts, and padded back into his room, expecting to see him zonked out on the bed. You were not expecting to see a fully coherent Jack Maynard sitting up in bed and twirling your panties around in his hands.

Blushing, you hurried over and pulled them out of his grasp, pulling them back up your legs quickly before taking a seat next to him on the bed. He smiled at you dopily, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear gently, “You look beautiful in my shirts,” he mumbled softly, his smile widening when you blushed deeply but leaned into his hand nonetheless.

Biting your lip, you looked up at him again, “Why didn’t you take that girl home with you tonight?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“Why does it matter, Y/N?” he asked as he looking down at his lap, remembering when you had been on it fifteen minutes ago. He hadn’t expected you to ask him that, not after you guys had just had the best sex you’d ever had before.

“Because you were totally into her, and then you ditched just to make sure I wasn’t going to hook up with Conor!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation. Jack was a master at avoiding direct questions and had been for as long as you’d known him, it was one of the things that made him so alluring to girls your age.

“Because he’s my brother!” He fired back, his expression twisting into a scowl at your persistence, “You have a club full of guys to choose from and you pick my brother?!” he sneered, crossing his arms across his chest in a huff.

“All I would have done is kiss him, and that shouldn’t even matter to you! You’re the one who chose this arrangement, not me!” you screeched, running a hand through your hair in agitation, “So tell me why you went home with me and not her? Because I’m easy? Because you don’t have to worry about me being a pain the next morning?” you badgered him, knowing that you were getting too worked up but being too far gone to stop it. Your words were spewing out of your mouth at an alarming rate and you couldn’t stop them.

“She wasn’t you, okay?!”

To say you were shocked at his words would have been a vast understatement.

 

He took a deep breath before looking at you again, “She wasn’t you, and the more I looked at her, I compared her to you and realised that I was being a fucking twat to you,” he sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair and making you bite your lip as his biceps tensed slightly. “You deserve the world, Y/N, you deserve a guy like Conor or Oli who can give it to you,” he muttered, avoiding your glance.

You let out a small laugh, unable to believe what was happening, Jack actually wanted you for more than sex.

After unsuccessfully trying to capture his gaze, you crawled into his lap, sitting back on his thighs as you hooked your hands around his jaw, dragging his head up to look at you and almost melting at the vulnerable look in his eyes. “Jack,” you said softly, your thumb rubbing against his jawbone gently, “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted, I wouldn’t have agreed to any of this if it were any different,” you giggled. “So if you want to be with me, then I’m right here, but if you don’t, then I’m probably just gonna keep wanting you,” You told him in a soft voice, sure that your own vulnerability was shining through at that moment.

He let out a soft laugh before yanking you forwards and wrapping his arms around you tightly, “How could anyone possibly not want to be with you?” he grinned as he pressed kisses all over your face. You giggled loudly as he rolled you onto your side, tucking the blanket around you as he pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread over your face at the action, so this is what it felt like when the person you wanted, wanted you back.

Imagine taking Dean to the dentist. The result is something you would never expect.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“No, I don’t wanna go (Y/n). Please don’t make me go.” Dean’s whines could be heard all around the bunker and you glared at Sam who was chuckling at his brother’s behavior.

“Dean you either have to go to the dentist or put up with that toothache for the rest of your life!”

“Well, technically not the rest of his life.”Sam mumbled and you gave him a true bitch-face at which he raised his arms in the air.

“Dean come on, we scheduled the appointment long ago and you agreed back then that you would not chicken out!” you pointed a singer at your best friend – crush as he gave you a quite honestly irresistibly adorable pout.

“Ye-yes I did but-but come ooooon, (Y/n). Please don’t make me go!”

“And what about your toothache huh?” you crossed your arms over your chest and he tried to smile.

“It’s gone! I swear! I’m all good now- ow!” he groaned, a hand on his cheek the moment he felt the ache.

“Yeah right.” you rolled your eyes.

“(Y/n), please!”

“Dean seriously!” you huffed “It’s just the dentist, damn it. You have fought monsters that most people would die at the sight of!”

“Monsters are less scary than the dentist! They are even worst than demons.”

“Dean you’ve been tortured in hell and came through, you can’t really-”

“But it’s worse!” he exclaimed, cutting you off “Dentists have torturing devices! Worse than Alastair’s or Crowley’s!” his eyes were wide as he emphasized.

“Dean stop being such a baby and get your ass going! We are going to go to the dentist and Chuck so help me if you keep this up!”

Maybe he was scared of the dentist, but truth was that you angry were even more scaring than anything else in the world.

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“Whew that was fun!” Dean exclaimed as he stomped on the passenger’s seat.

You chuckled at the older man, getting in the driver’s seat as he was obviously in no place to drive with all those pain meds that had been given to him. At his request of course, because there was no way he was going to let the doctor get anywhere close to him if he wasn’t numb (and obviously high) as hell.

“Sure it was Dean.” you giggled and he grinned widely up at you.

“Have I ever told you how freaking cute you are when you giggle?” he grinned up at you like a child on Christmas day.

Your eyebrows shot up but you brushed it off with a smile “No you haven’t, but thank you nonetheless Dean.” you chuckled.

“Really?” he exclaimed and then huffed “Stupid me.” he pouted.

You giggled “You’re not stupid Dean.”

“Thank you sweetheart.” he grinned “And you are insanely beautiful today- or practically every day.” he chuckled and you felt your cheeks heat up at his words.

“I- I guess-” you chuckled “Thank you, D.”

“Gosh” he groaned loudly, closing his eyes and a wide smile spread on his lips “You have no idea how much I love it when you call me that way.”

“Does it?” you breathed out, hands on the keys.

“Yeah. Hells yeah.” he leaned closer to you, his head resting on your shoulder “It- it is like those chick flicks you like watching in secret but I know everything about. But I- I won’t tell you because I actually respect it and- and watch them for myself too.”

“You- I- Wh-what?” you breathed out.

“The skipping heartbeats.” he finally said and a shaky breath left your lips.

“Skipping what?” a small squeak left your lips and he smiled widely, wrapping his arms around you; making you feel thankful for not having turned the engine on yet.

“Heartbeats, baby.” he giggled, the name making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy “And- and sweaty palms, and shaky hands and knees, and my stomach- girl you tie it knots no matter how much I try to fight it off.”

“You- you do?” you whispered and he nodded his head with a grin.

“You have no idea how long I have fought this off- but dang it you always sneak your way into my heart.” he shook his head with a laugh “How is that even possible?”

“I- I don’t know.” you breathed out but it had more to do with what he was admitting than anything else.

“And then you stutter.” he chuckled, nuzzling his face at the crook of your neck “Gosh that’s so adooooorable!” he giggled, the meds having an effect as you stared at him only in shock.

“He-hey (Y/n). Do you have a map?” he asked and you blinked at the weird question “Because I am getting lost in your eyes every time I look at them.” he giggled and you breathed out a chuckled, shaking your head.

“Or maybe you could give me some direstions-”

“Dean” you sighed.

“To your heart.” he completed “Because I would really need them at the moment.”

“Dean” you sighed “Honest now-” you swallowed thickly “We should get going.” but truth was that the only thing you wanted at that very moment was to talk about it. To hear him say things- admit and confess things he probably never would if he was in his right mind. But gosh you really hoped one day he did.

“Alright, alright but- but let me say one thing- One last thing-” he said and you sighed softly, a smile other than blush on your face “There is sideview, rareview and what else?”

“Oh yeah, I loview.” and he pressed his lips to yours before you could react.

I’ve read a few posts that said S4 has showed that Molly’s importance is being underwritten/lessened, but I actually came away from the episode feeling the opposite? If anything, it shows how involved Molly Hooper is in the lives of Holmes and Watson. 

  • She’s Rosie’s godmother (and, from what I’ve seen, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was actually more John’s friend than Mary’s, much as that pains me to admit).
  • John picked her to give Sherlock his message at the end of T6T. (Whether he also asked other people to tell him is open for debate). Clearly, he trusted her enough to relay the information he gave her, and maybe he also thought she’d be the best person to get through to Sherlock.
  • She’s the first person John thinks of when he wants a second opinion about Sherlock’s health. Sherlock knows this, and invites her two weeks early. (She’s also the first person Sherlock thinks of, and this makes my sherlolly-shipping heart happy). Also, when John basically admitted that Molly sees and understands Sherlock better than anyone, I almost died.
  • She brought Sherlock his coat, implying that she probably has a key to his flat. (Or that he left his coat at her place, which is also fine with me.)
  • While he was being a bit of a jerk, Sherlock notices that Molly isn’t her normal, happy-go-lucky self after she examines him. I think there is more at play here than meets the eye, and Sherlock actually showing concern for someone (other than John) is the first clue. I don’t think this little exchange was the throw-away it seemed to be.
  • Molly and John are taking turns looking after Sherlock. She’s still one of the few people they trust to keep Sherlock in line.
  • EDIT (courtesy of @mizjoely): Molly is important enough for her to be invited to Sherlock’s last-minute birthday celebration. We don’t know if she already knew it was his birthday or not, but I like to imagine she did.

So, in my humble opinion, Molly is now intricately entwined in the lives of our Baker Street duo. Unfortunately we haven’t been able to see all these little moments, but the clues are definitely there. MOLLY. IS. IMPORTANT.

She wished she could tell him that he was like coming home to warmth after a long, cold day. How his presence made her feel wholesome. How his words gave her such strong passion that she forgot to breathe. But she couldn’t tell him that. So she settled on telling him, “you’re my best friend.
The Special Place

Originally posted by i-fuckworldus

Dylan x Reader

Summery: Dylan finally escapes the friendzone


You liked to think that you could completely trust your best friend, you had known him since before you could sit up, so out of the blue when he sent you a message asking for you to drop clothes at an address you agreed.

Now, looking at the tiny run down building you were doubting it. He didn’t notice you’d pulled up, jumping as he tried to light his cigarette but found the wind that hissed around the open field to strong.

“Ah thank you, you’re a life saver.” He chuckled as he gave up on the cigarette and hurried to help you grab on of the bags.

“I thought I had the wrong place.” You chuckled as he hurried you in out of the wind as it started to rain.

“This is um… kind of like my secret place.” He glanced at you and smiled when you spotted a picture of the two of you grinning on the bedside table.

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Meant to be // Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x reader 

9. “What makes you say that?” 
&
20. “Did you ever wonder what brought us together?”

warning: none 


You were sitting at Pop’s with your boyfriend Jughead . You’ve been together for 4 months now after being best friends with him for a long time. Jug was writing on his laptop like usually and you were reading a book Jug gave you for your 3 month anniversary, because the girl in the book reminded him of you and now it’s his favorite book. You found that very sweet of him and of course read the book and you had to say, that it was actually a very well written book.

Suddenly you heard the voice of your boyfriend „Did you ever wonder what bought us together?“

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Imagine Jensen kissing you on impulse on New Year's day.

Originally posted by beautifulmess555

10!

“Come on guys!” you squealed excited, gathering everybody around as the final count down began.

“J!” you giggled as you dragged your best friend – crush towards the living room. The only thing the man could do was laugh, maybe a little nervously when you touched his hand, but smile widely nonetheless at your childlike behavior.

9!

“Sweetheart, easy. Don’t want to have to spent the first day of the year in the hospital.” he chuckled, feeling a little giddy when without realizing it you locked your fingers with his.

You turned your head and gave him a glare, one that he found all too adorable and that he only laughed at.

8!

“You’d deserve it! You are the only one running away from this, everybody has been gathered in the living room for over 20 minutes!” you scolded with a stern look that he’d be willing to face everyday even if you had to shout at him for the least of things.

“I’m not running away from this.” he said with a small smile, and roll of his eyes. Although part of him knew that he was slightly running away from being so close to you. It felt as if he had no control of himself whenever you were standing next to him.

7!

“Like hell you are!” you exclaimed a little breathlessly as you joined all your friends and family in the living room. The moment you had asked him to spend New Year’s Eve he had been so greedy he had not stopped himself from saying yes.

And he couldn’t lie to himself, he had felt slightly disappointed when he realized you had called Jared, Misha and Mark and their families too. But he was a great actor, your words, so he had done his best to hide it. And he had done his best to not let you realize how Jared and Misha’s teasing had gotten the best of him all night.

As if it wasn’t enough that he had to put up with them encouraging him to make a move on you after years of having feelings for you, but he now had to deal with it all night. After all: who could blame him? He was unable to take his eyes from you when you looked more beautiful than he ever thought you could have. Just when he thought you were perfect you went and proved him wrong, showing that you could look even more beautiful.

Gosh, he was a goner.

6!

“I told you I am not!” he huffed as he downed the rest of his drink and you took the glass from his hand and put it away.

“Right-” you rolled your eyes with a smile “-Jensen if you’re trying to skip the New Year’s kiss I’m telling you- there is no getting away.” you winked and for a moment he held his breath. His hopes got the best of him but he let out a breath when you patted his cheek with your finger.

“What? Jensen can’t wait for my New Year’s kiss?” Misha asked with a grin, making a kissing face at his friend and Jensen only rolled his eyes, hitting his friend on the shoulder.

“Go to your wife you idiot!” he said with a grin as Misha laughed, walking to his wife and kids… after he winked at you.

“Does he know something I don’t?” you asked Jensen and he only shrugged, avoiding eye-contact for a moment.

“What? Who? Misha? No, no absolutely not.” he shook his head a little over-dramatically.

5!

“Ok” you giggled, glancing at the rest of your guests as the countdown kept going “The year is almost over.” you whispered and he nodded his head with a small sigh.

“Yeah- it’s almost over.” his eyes however remained on you.

“Did any wishes come true this year?” you asked, locking eyes with his and he shrugged softly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Not the one I’d really want to, smalls.” he kissed your forehead as you hugged him.

4!

“But- was it at least a happy one?” you looked up at him and he sighed.

“Every year had been a happy one ever since you came into my life, (Y/n).” he tucked a few strands behind your ear as you only smiled shyly.

“Then I’m guessing you like the party tonight huh?” you asked with a sheepish smile and he grinned, nodding his head.

“More than you can realize.” he breathed out.

3!

“Really?” you breathed out “I mean I saw that Jared and Misha had not stopped teasing you. I don’t know what about but-”

“It’s nothing princess.” he shook his head.

“Is it?” you whispered.

2!

“Why are you asking?”

“Jens, does this maybe have to do with that… wish that didn’t come true this year?”

“What- what do you mean?” he blinked, feeling the temperature on his face rise. Was it getting hotter all of a sudden or was it his idea?

“I-” you bit your lip, looking at him for a split second “I may have heard you and Misha talk about… me.

Well, that was certainly not what he expected to hear. His heart stopped beating and he held his breath.

1!

“Are you not going to say something about it?” you whispered feeling more awkward and shy than him “J. Come on please, jus say something.” you breathed out shakily.

But Jensen couldn’t. He couldn’t say nor do anything as it all finally happened and he wasn’t prepared about it in the least bit. HE had thought about how this would happen so many times and he had prepared so many things to say. But he didn’t expect it to happen now and not like this. He was at a loss for words. So instead, actions spoke a thousand more.

He grabbed your face and crashed his lips to yours as the ‘Happy New Year!’ and cheers were heard. And even much much later…

…none of you pulled away.

I still can’t believe Ezekiel adopted a gargoyle everyone considered as a pest and treated it with so much love and respect it was willing to die for him the same day. I can’t believe Ezekiel was told explicitly not to look these pesky, creepy “monsters” in the eyes, under any circumstances. And then he didn’t just stop there, he took the damn thing into his arms, gave it a real name, a home, wanted to be it’s best friend. Can you imagine how lonely it must be, being a gargoyle?

I still can’t believe Ezekiel got attacked by Frankenstein’s Monster, but then quickly forgave him, befriended him, gave him the best life advice he’d ever been given, and then decided to sign him up for Tindr? I mean he just dropped the whole “almost killed you” thing and was buddy buddy. I can believe how easily Ezekiel understood and forgave him.

I still can’t believe Ezekiel spent an entire episode trying to cheer up, and then trying to save, a dying little girl? Who he met by accident? I can’t believe he dropped EVERYTHING he was doing, to teach her how to pick the lock on the dessert, just to bring a little bit of joy and freedom into her life.

Actually, scratch that. I can believe it. I can believe it all. I just can’t believe that more people don’t scream over it 24/7. Like what. What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK. EZEKIEL YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THE “WORST VERSION OF YOURSELF” AND YOU DO ALL THIS? AND SO MUCH ELSE?

Phil Lester

Okay it’s 5:30 am where I am at the moment but I don’t care because I need to talk about Phil Lester. Phil Lester - the Youtube Dinosaur, someone who has worked so incredibly hard, someone who has every right to deserve the Creator of the Year Award won - and then was gracious enough to share it with his best friend. In terms of Youtube, Phil had every right to not share the award with Dan. He motivated Dan to start creating videos. He gave him those “editing tips”. He saw Dan pass his subscriber count and still continued to support him. I don’t care if Phan is real or not; this is what real friendship is. Phil knew that the the award split the Phandom and that if we had a choice, we would have voted for both of them. He is an actual sunshine and the best influence any of us could have.