and then when they go through something pretty hard

today i had some time to think about why tyler and josh say ‘stay alive’. many people, when you are going through something hard, say 'stay strong’ but twenty one pilots says 'stay alive’ because its hard to be strong when you are hurting. all they are asking you is to keep living. they are saying that it is okay to be hurting and its okay to be upset and you don’t always have to be strong, they just want you to stay alive. they don’t want you to give up, and i think that’s pretty cool.

We Have More Time

Ooops.  My hand slipped…

Warnings:  Wonder Woman Spoilers, Extreme Peril?

Rated: M (for non-explicit sexy times and language)  

Fix it that I might be persuaded to continue??? Y’all know what I like.  ;)   There’s a read more down there somewhere.  

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Diana Prince/Steve Trevor

Thank you @bloomsoftly for looking this over for me!  <3  

His finger was on the trigger.  He closed his eyes and thought about Diana.   

Steve Trevor had known he loved her the moment he laid eyes on her.  From the second he’d sputtered alive again, coughing the sea water from his lungs and looking into the eyes of an indescribably beautiful woman. He’d been in love even then.

But of course the only time he could think to tell her was when he’d made up his mind.  Do nothing or do something.  And his ‘something’ had turned him into a dead man walking.    

She couldn’t even hear him.  Her ears were ringing.  He knew that look well.

Maybe it was better this way.  Maybe he’d even done it on purpose.  Sounded like him.  He always got it wrong.  Or maybe he got it just right. Either way, it was typical.  

He pushed all of that out of his mind.  He had seconds left on this earth and he wanted to spend it thinking about her. 

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Monster (Carl x Reader)

“Imagine being Negan’s daughter. Simon lets you go scavenging around in the area outside the Sanctuary, but you end up lost. Everything will change when you run into the son of your fathers enemy.”

A/N: Just something random I did up to take a break in between requests.

Warnings: Swearing and Spoilers from season 7.

You weren’t sure what exactly you were planning. The sun had already started to set and you knew that your dad wasn’t going to be happy when he found out that you had left the Sanctuary. Simon had told you ‘just a few hours’ and that was the original plan but you got lost pretty quick. You hoped that your dad wouldn’t be too hard on Simon, he had trouble saying no to you and you enjoyed his company when your dad was out terrorizing the other settlements or with one of his many ’wives’. You continued to move through the thick brush as you tried to find something that looked familiar.

You heard the branch snap from behind you and you reacted quicker then you thought you could. You had tackled the assailant behind you, about to drive your knife into his skull before you noticed the color of his skin. The boy took your shock to his advantage and threw you off of him. You moved to get back to your feet but you heard the safety click off of his gun.

“Don’t move, put your hands up…”

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anonymous asked:

Katsuki Cuddle Headcanons with his gf

Cuddly Kacchan is the cutest~

Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou absolutely loves cuddling and burying his face in your hair and nuzzling into your neck. He’s always the bigger spoon but secretly likes being the smaller spoon, especially when he wakes up feeling your arms being wrapped tightly around him and you’re clinging to his back like his cute and personal koala bear. Since he’s pretty much half-awake at this point, he lets out a soft grunt and mumbles something completely incoherent and unconsciously grabs a hold of your hand and pulls it toward his heart before drifting back to a sound sleep.

Cuddling with you always improves his mood after going through a hard and rough day, and in most cases, you’ll sometimes find him enter the room wearing a heavy frown and dragging you to his room without so much as a warning to snuggle himself into a better mood.

How Rick would react to you being in a relationship with Carl:


Originally posted by accio-villain-imagines

• He first wouldn’t really notice the romantic chemistry between you and Carl through you both being always pretty close to each other and not expecting that something romantic would develop between you

• Only when Michonne would tease him for not noticing the obvious he would heed what was going on with you and Carl

• In a moment he would be alone with Carl he would ask him what’s going on between you both 

• He would be happy and glad to know that you found each other and were happy in those hard times 

• Even though it would feel kinda weird for him seeing you both grow up and now being that mature to feel those strong feelings for each other 

• After time he would get more used to it and would be just happy to know that you are the one by Carl’s side 

• He would chuckle seeing Carl going upstairs with you only to get a warning glare from Carl which would just let him continue the chuckling

• There would be nothing uncomfortable or tensed up between you and Rick through him knowing you that long and being happy that you’re now kind of official a part of the family 

• He would set you both up for the same work and tasks

• He would hope that there wouldn’t be something that would endanger you both or would separate you through just wanting that you both are happy 

• He would tell Carl to always treat you good 

• When you and Carl would sometimes want to go outside the gates to have some time alone, Rick would worry about the both of you even though he knows that you both are fighter but would let you  go in the end knowing that you both would look after each other

• Rick would tell Carl that he can always tell you to come over for dinner

• He would wish that you both can be happy together through knowing how much you both had to go through and that so much of that blithe life you should have had in your age got taken away through the outbreak


anonymous asked:

How would the chocobros react to an S/o who gets really carsick and anxiety on long car rides? And they had to take them somewhere for some sort of thing?

Aw that’s a good ask anon!


- You would be sitting there in the back of the regalia, in between Gladio and Noctis.
- After a while you start to not feel so good, your stomach is doing somersaults and you feel trapped in, stuck in the middle. Your heart is racing and you just know that you have to get out.
- Noctis notices you seem worried, and would turn towards you instantly.
- “What is it? What’s wrong?”
- There’s a comforting hand on your back and one on your knee.
- “I feel… I don’t…” You’re struggling to get the words out, but even from that Noctis would understand straight away.
- He can see your hands shaking, see your face going pale. He’s worried for you.
- “Ignis, stop the car.” His voice is flat.
- “Noct?”
- “Stop the car!”
- As soon as Ignis pulls over, Noctis is out of the regalia and he takes your hand to pull you out too.
- “Stay here guys.” He’d tell the others, he didn’t want everyone crowding you.
- Holding your hand and rubbing your shoulder, he’d lead you somewhere quieter.
- If you have to throw up, he wouldn’t even flinch, just hold your hair back.
- He’d sit with you and rub your back in soothing circles until you were okay to talk again.
- You’d thank him with a weak smile when you were feeling better.
- He’d blush and tell you it was nothing.
- When you return to the car, he’d give the others a look which said don’t ask, to which you were grateful for.
- He’d swap sets so he was sat in the middle, giving you more space and so you could get out again in a hurry.
- He wouldn’t let go of your hand for the rest of the journey.


- This adorable sunshine boy would probably panic.
- But boy would he do his best to hide it from you.
- As soon as he notices your face going pale he asks you what’s wrong.
- You’d tell him that you weren’t feeling too good, and of course he’d understand what you meant straight away.
- Unfortunately, this boy has the subtlety of a reversing dump truck.
- “Oh god, Iggy stop the car right now!”
- Iggy throws on the breaks, looking around for the swarms of magitek soldiers he expected to appear anytime soon.
- “Look, they aren’t feeling very well!”
- Iggy has to stop himself from grinding his teeth in annoyance.
- “Did you have to yell?” Gladio spoke the sentiment that was on all your minds.
- Of course, you’d be grateful for stopping so you can sort yourself out, but damn it now everyone’s eyes are on you.
- Prompto has already leapt out of the car and walked around to your side, opening the door for you.
- “C’mon, you need some fresh air.” He’s hurrying you out of the car, which is making your stomach feel worse but damn it he’s just trying his best to help.
- “Um, Prom? Could we slow down?” You’d gasp as he hurried you to behind some trees and out of sight of everyone else.
- “Oh of course! S-sorry!”  He’s so apologetic and concerned and he just wants to help you.
- He would sit on the floor beside you, asking you if you needed anything, going through the items in his pocket to try and help.
- After you felt better, he’d lace his fingers through yours and not let you go, leading you back to the car chatting normally to try and make you feel better.
- When you get back to the car, Prompto leans over to Noctis and asks him something.
- Next minute, the prince is sitting up front and you’re in the back with Prompto, snuggled into his side.
- He’d let you sleep on him if you wanted, anything to make you feel better, and with the calm soft circles he’s drawing on your arm with his thumb it’s pretty hard not to take him up on that offer.


- Gladio would also notice straight away when you weren’t your usual, boisterous self around him.
- Looking down at you he’d notice your hands are shaking and you don’t look very well at all.
- He would be unperturbed, though concerned for you of course! But it would take a lot to panic this man.
- “Hey… you alright?” He’d murmur in your ear so the others can’t hear and you’d shake your head in reply.
- He’d know what that meant, and would waste no time in getting you out the car.
- “Hey Iggy, pull over for a sec would ya?” His strong hand is on your back, rubbing gentle and calming circles.
- Ignis would pull over as asked, knowing there had to be a good reason if Gladio was asking.
- “Okay, you guys wait right here and we’ll be back.” And he’s gently lift you out of the car. Of course.
- Gladio has this all under control, and his calm demeanour would help you to also relax.
- Once you were out of sight of the car, he would tell you to let go. Throw up, sit down, whatever you needed just do it, and he’d be there to help you.
- His usually gruff voice would be gentle and soft, just for you.
-“Take as long as you need babe, I’m right here.”
- He’d be laying on those pet names real thick. But he just wants to bring a smile to your face.
- Once you were feeling better, he’d walk you back to the car protectively, and lift you back in again.
- He loves doing that and will do it at any chance he gets. He thinks it’s adorable.
- He would cuddle you into his side for the rest of the journey, doing anything he can to take your mind of it.
- He’d even read you pages of his book quietly if you asked him to.


- When Ignis noticed that you had gone pretty silent in the passenger seat beside him, he’d check the review mirrors to make sure the other three were occupied before slightly leaning over to you and asking if you were okay.
- Which of course, you weren’t.
- “I’m not feeling so good…” You’d whisper, causing the tawny haired man to look over at you quickly.
- By god you’re pale.
- Iggy simply adjusts his glasses and focuses on the road ahead, and says;
- “We’re going to make a quick stop. I heard there were some ingredients around here.”
- Two of the three boys in the back three guesses who groan at the prospect of hunting for these ingredients, but you are relieved to be stopping.
- You are thankful for his subtle diversion tack tick. They don’t call him the strategist for nothing.
- When you get out of the car he is instantly by your side.
- “Okay, us two will look in this direction, you three head over in that direction and we’ll meet you back here in ten minutes.”
- His voice is absolute, leaving no room for any of them to argue.
- “I knew he was passionate about cooking but come on…” Prompto would whisper as you all set off in your directions.
- Finally alone, Iggy would sit you down and pull back your hair out of the way, offering you water if you needed it.
- He is so attentive, looking after you with gentle hands.
- When you finally felt better, he would offer you some car sickness pills. You know he’s the only one who would think to have them on him.
- Hand in hand you head back to the car to see the boys had actually managed to find some ingredients.
- You and Iggy share a look – that was convenient.
- For the rest of the journey he would rest a hand on your knee every so often, checking if you were okay.

goldenmeme  asked:

Hey Sam, I seem to recall that you've been boycotting Marvel because of the whole Secret Empire mess. Now that it's over and Cap once again was never a Hydra agent, are you going to return to the comics? Or was it an issue of more than just Cap, because I know Marvel as a company has done some shifty business.

Well, I wasn’t really specifically boycotting it; I did hard-stop reading anything with specific people attached to it (Nick Spencer, plus Brevoort and Hickman, who were his biggest double-down defenders on twitter) but for the rest of it I just…lost interest in Marvel’s output. Secret Empire was boring and stupid, and I got burned out on the constant summer events. And then I kinda got burned out on comics at all, even the few good remaining ones like Squirrel Girl. It’s difficult to give your money to anything a company makes when about 40% of what they make is appalling. 

Once you stop reading comics it’s pretty hard to get started again, because of Marvel’s general incompetence at managing how their books are sold and distributed. I essentially found it easier to go back to reading books; comics have always been something of a struggle for me just in terms of the physical act of reading them (combining text and image was super hard for me at first and is still difficult sometimes). So I rediscovered my love of Rex Stout, and I started working my way through my to-read queue again, and emotionally that was much more satisfying to me. 

I wouldn’t mind getting back into it; I miss sharing cool comics panels with people. But at this point, for one, it’s almost more trouble than it’s worth, and two, I’m still wary of supporting them as a company. Reverting Cap from the Secret Empire plot was a good start, but Marvel has a nasty way of saying “that never happened but we’re not sorry” about shit they should be sorry for

My time and money are not infinite, and I’m hesitant to spend either on Marvel these days. 

Gency Headcannon

Image by @hage2013 ~ I couldn’t resist using it because they look so cute here <3

Who hogs the duvet 

  • Mercy since she likes to be warm and cuddly. Genji is too nice to even have any resistance to it. Hell, he would even purposefully wrap it all around her like a blanket burrito just to see her all cute and happy.

Who texts/rings to check how the other’s day is going 

  • Genji because unfortunately, Mercy is a bit too busy to remember to call all the time. He’d try to keep track of her schedule/breaks though.

Who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts 

  • Genji. He didn’t have that many girlfriends in the past without knowing all sorts of tricks and ways to win their hearts.

Who gets up first in the morning 

  • Being a doctor definitely, makes Mercy wake up earlier. As for Genji, well he might not need sleep but he probably wouldn’t want to get out of bed instead of cuddling his angel.

Who suggests new things in bed 

  • See “gifts.”

Who cries at movies 

  • Neither of them actually. I don’t think they’re the type to cry at movies. They’ve seen things.

Who gives unprompted massages 

  • Genji because Mercy would often work too hard and focus too much so she might get aches and back pain otherwise.

Who fusses over the other when they’re sick 

  • Mercy because she’s worried about how a cyborg could get sick (plus then both her lover’s and doctor’s instinct both kick in). When she’s sick though, Genji ends up having to fuss over her in return because she thinks she’s fine since she’s a doctor.

Who gets jealous easiest

  • Probably Mercy though not too much. Genji was a playboy after all and is still quite attractive. 

Who has the most embarrassing taste in music 

  • Probably Mercy, whatever her tastes may be (perhaps native songs or relaxing classical music). It’s not the music itself but more that she hums or sings along to them at times without realizing it (though Genji loves it of course).
  • Well, Genji has his weeb music but he’s proud of it.

Who collects something unusual 

  • Genji. For a man who climbs up buildings and wanders all over the place (old habits die hard I guess), he’s bound to find something strange now and then.

Who takes the longest to get ready 

  • Mercy because she gotta make sure she looks good. Genji, well that t-shirt seems to fit him and not dirty so it seems fine. 

Who is the tidiest and most organized 

  • Mercy because she’s used to working in her lab (though her lab itself is sometimes a bit messy). 
  • Genji has his clean habits from back in Japan too, but not his top priority nor did he really have things that he absolutely had to keep track of. As long as he knew where his stuff was in the mess, it was fine.

Who gets most excited about the holidays 

  • Mercy because she wants to make good memories with Genji plus she’s always excited over decorations and festivities (especially when it involved others too).

Who is the big spoon/little spoon 

  • Genji likes to be the big spoon because then he can feel Mercy being all cute and nuzzly against his chest. Plus who would pass up the chance to give that adorable angel headpats?

Who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports 

  • Genji has his passion and pride in video gaming. He gives her some mercy at times but still tries to win since he didn’t want to seem like he was going easy on her.
  • On the other hand, Mercy is trying pretty hard too. Something tells me that she gets really competitive with tennis despite Genji having reflexes that make it unfairly hard to beat him.

Who starts the most arguments 

  • Neither of them really argue, Mercy is good at communication and keeping in control while Genji has learned a lot through his time with Zenyatta. If anything, Mercy might get stressed occasionally and snap at him, though she’d apologize soon after.

Who suggests that they buy a pet 

  • Genji wants a cat. And a sparrow. And maybe a bunny too. Plus he already has a pet dragon.

What couple traditions they have 

  • First one who wakes up has to wake up the other one with a kiss and breakfast (which encourages Genji to get up early sometimes [see getting up]).

What tv shows they watch together 

  • Grey’s Anatomy because Genji is amused by Mercy fussing over medical things and making commentary about things. Other times they watch Korean/Japanese dramas (especially romance ones).
  • Disney movies too, since Genji like to see Mercy get so involved when her eyes light up at certain scenes and especially when she sings along so adorably (thanks for the idea @cyborgninjacarrot).

What other couples they hang out with how they spend time together as a couple

  • Lucio and for fun! Ah, youth …
  • McCree and Hanzo to keep an eye on them and for more interesting life chats. That and to make sure they don’t kill anyone (including themselves) by drinking too much.

Who made the first move 

  • Genji because he sure knows how to ask a girl out. Mercy would probably feel too conflicted and shy about approaching him. That being said, it would be a while before Genji got his courage back and the confidence to do so.

Who brings flowers home 

  • Genji since he walks through town a lot and sees pretty flowers that might remind him of Mercy. That being said, she might buy them occasionally especially if she came home late or wanted a small gift to surprise him.

Who is the best cook 

  • Genji. See “gifts.” Plus with that skill with his sword, I’m sure he’d make a great sushi chef.

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“But I Changed For You Cause You Promised…” - Luke Hemmings

Here’s a request I got for the song Cleveland, OH by Little Brother. I chose random parts of the song and wrote based on those lyrics. I hope I interpreted these lyrics well enough lol. I went through my feels writing this so I hope you guys enjoy it as well :)

SUMMARY: You meet and end up dating Luke who has a reputation of being a bad boy, but throughout your relationship you managed to get him to be a better person. Although things might not stay a happy ending.

“The perfect setting for an awkward first kiss… I couldn’t see you through the dark but I could hear your voice. Whisper ‘never let the distance catch us.’”

You used to never understand how two people could meet at a party and instantly hook up that night. How they could give their all to each other after only knowing them for a couple hours. Yet here you were laying in bed with this guy who you had just met about two hours ago.

But the catch is that you didn’t hook up or have sex or anything, but you feel as if this very moment is just as intimate. Completely laying in the dark on some person’s bed in some person’s house in a stranger’s arms, in which you had just learned that his name is Luke.

You weren’t exploring each other’s bodies but rather each other’s personalities and likes and dislikes. Trying to figure out how you were talking about the places you’ve been just minutes ago and now you’re talking about this YouTube video you saw the other day. The conversation lead to multiple and various topics but you felt comfortable rambling on to him.

Your conversation has been simple and friendly, except for now when he starts opening to you about something deeper.

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Car Crash - Roman Godfrey Imagine

Authors note: Wanted try something different tonight. This is a new format of writing I’d like to try. So if you would so kindly let me know what you think, I’d be happy. This is all written through text btw! :)

August 4th, 2016.

6.30pm, Roman: Hey Babe! Just wanna let you know I’ll be over in 30 min. Can’t wait to see you, it’s been too fucking long!

6.32pm, Y/N: Yay! :D It’s your fault it’s been too long, you were the one who decided to go back to Maui!! Be careful when you drive, it’s raining pretty hard, you know! Anyways can’t wait to see you too! Love you!!!!

6.35pm, Roman: Gonna start driving now. I’ll call you when I’m close. Love you too!! :)

7.02pm, Y/N: Are you close babe? Think you forgot to call me…

7.03pm, Y/N: You won’t want to miss this dress that I’m wearing ;)

7.18pm, Y/N: Hello?!

7.30pm, Y/N: Please call me, I’m getting really worried. When I call I reach your voicemail. PLEASE CALL ME!!!!

August 5th, 2016.

9.06am, Y/N: The police came by this morning. They told me what happened, and that you are in the hospital, though Olivia said she wants you moved to her place. I’m just waiting for her to call me. I’m just sitting here. I’m shaking and crying but I feel nothing…

10.30pm, Y/N: Olivia called not long after my last text. Said I could come over and see you so I rushed over there. Your poor face, so lifeless and covered in bruises. The rest of you is covered in bruises too, but your face… I almost couldn’t recognize you, not because of them, but because you look so sad. I feel sad. Roman, please wake up. Please.

August 6th, 2016.

3.45am, Y/N: Been talking to Peter all night. He came over at 12am, and is now asleep on my couch. We talked about you. We both love you. We both cried. He told me that it was a drunk driver who crashed into you. That the woman is in a coma. I hope she never wakes up. That she will give her life for yours!!

3.46am, Y/N: I love you

5.38pm, Y/N: Peter and I are with you today. We have been sitting here in absolute silence, except for my ugly sobbing. Been crying for hours, and I want it to stop. I feel devastated but most of all I feel tired. I didn’t sleep at all, I can’t. I’m holding your one hand in mine, while trembelingly writing this with my other hand. Can’t stop the tears from blurrying up my phone screen…

6.00am, Y/N: I miss you

6.02am, Y/N: Roman, I love you, please wake up!!!

August 8th, 2016

10.59am, Y/N: Haven’t left the house since Olivia drove me home yesterday. I think I’ve been laying in the same spot for the past 15 hours now. Crying, maybe even screaming. I can’t remember much. I need you

12.29pm, Y/N: I’ve somehow convinced myself that this is not over.

12.30pm, Y/N: I hope!

August 9th, 2016.

5.10am, Y/N: I didn’t.

11.14am, Roman: Y/N? I love you.

why doesn’t marinette ever play rizzo in grease fics

So I know in ladybug !grease aus!, or rather ‘the school puts on a play’ scenarios, Marinette is usually cast as Sandy or makes the costumes, or both. Which is fine, though a lot to take on. However. Sandy definitely isn’t the one wearing a red and black polka dot dress??? 

 I just think there’s hilarity potential in Marinette being Rizzo. For one thing, no one would expect it. The casting call gets announced for Grease during the end of class and Alya excitedly nudges Marinette, saying she should go for the role of Sandy to impress a certain blonde model. The idea would be tempting to Marinette, certainly, but I think she’d be more interested in making the costumes, and doing that and trying out for the lead role might be too much. So she declines Alya’s suggestion because she’d rather focus on costuming, and with a laugh, says if there was any role she’d go for, it would likely be Rizzo.

 And Alya just stops dead and stares at her friend. And asks why.

Not understanding Alya’s shift in behavior, Marinette tries to explain that she just appreciates the character’s styling more, also it would be a lot less of a role to take on if she were to juggle costuming too. 

At this point Alya bursts out laughing, not cruelly obviously, but the idea of the cutest girl in class, baring Rose of course, playing the brash, sultry Rizzo was hilarious. And Alya tells her this. 

Now Marinette is feeling just slightly offended, which Alya sees plainly on her face. And so I see the rest of the exchange going something like this;

Alya: I don’t mean it as a bad thing! Rizzo’s character can just be pretty abrasive and in your face - 

Marinette: -I can get in people’s faces!

Alya: *Laughing again* Yeah, when someone else is being mean, you’re all about truth and justice. Newsflash girl! Rizzo’s the mean one through a lot of it. You don’t have a mean bone in your body.

Marinette: *At this point she really begs to differ, but doesn’t want to get into how she has quite the mean jealous streak that still ashamed her*. It’s just acting. How hard can it be to pretend to be a jerk?

Alya: Easier for some people. Sorry Marinette! You’re just too… nice and cutesy.

Marinette: *Mumbling* I can do more than ‘nice and cutesy.’ Besides, you think I should be Sandy! She has to wear that leather outfit at the end and sings a song that’s anything but cute. 

Alya: *Looking playful* True. Maybe Frenchie would be a better fit for you? She’s super nice!

Marinette: Urgh. You’re just poking fun now.

Alya: *Chuckling* A little. I still think it’s ambitious.

Marinette: It’s not like I said I was going to do it. She would just be my top pick. 

Meanwhile Nino and Adrien finishes packing up their schoolbags and turns around, clearly interested in the commotion going on behind them.

Nino: Do I hear an actual argument going on between the ladies? What’s going on?

Alya *Chuckles and ignores Marinette’s glare* Hardly an argument. Marinette think’s she can be Rizzo!

Marinette: I don’t want to actually be in the play at all-

Nino: Rizzo? Ain’t she like… the sexy one?

Alya: Yes! And jerky. It would be weird, right?? She’s too cute!

Marinette: I’m right here. And no, it wouldn’t be weird! 

At this point Nino and Alya are stifling chuckles, and even Adrien looks to be cracking a smile.

Adrien: I don’t know, guys, She’s talented enough, she could pull it off.

Marinette blushes heavily at the compliment, naturally. She was absolutely gonna die-

Adrien: Although… Alya might have a point. 

Marinette: …what.

Adrien: *Looking sheepish* Well, you’re the sweetest person I know. It’s a little hard to imagine. 

Marinette: …what.

Marinette.exe has stopped working.

And Marinette feels really conflicted at this point. Although she’s blushing like mad and her heart is soaring through the heavens (he thought she was sweet!), she really, really doesn’t like when others think she can’t do something. It was really… really… annoying!

She could totally be more than sweet as pie! She was Ladybug, for crying out loud!

Nino and Alya, meanwhile. just send each other a knowing look.

Nino: Dude, even when you’re not trying to be, you’re super smooth. 

Adrien: What do you mean? 

Alya: Seriously? I think you just broke my best frie-

Marinette: I’m doing it!

All three of her friends just look at her, surprised. 

To emphasize the point, Marinette stomps up to the front of the class to grab a flyer advertising the musical’s casting call. 

Marinette: I’m trying out to be Rizzo. And I’m gonna get the part. 

And of course she does.


No but like I can imagine it clearly. She would have to channel all of her Ladybug flirtiness, and maybe even a bit of Chloe, to really get that sultry, abrasive attitude down, but when she performs a part of ‘Look at me I’m Sandra Dee’, it’s a shock to almost everyone watching, and a little familiar to Adrien, thought he couldn’t tell anyone why. 

This whole post was inspired by me just really thinking it should be a no brainer that she’d play the character wearing the polka dot dress. Yep. 

Headcanons: A Relationship With Qrow

Requested by @im-always-a-slut-for-disney

  • Despite the complications that come with being anywhere near Qrow, much less being in a relationship with him, you two are actually a pretty lighthearted couple. Most of the time.
  • He is a massive tease. Tease him back or you will fall, fail, die trying.
  • The man just wants hugs. Hug him. Let him hug you. Hugs.
  • Has a tendency to make the hugs last a little too long and you have to remind him that squeezing you forever just isn’t an option.
  • He just likes to hold you in general, actually. He’s not too terribly big on hand-holding most of the time, but he likes to hold you. It makes him feel like he can keep you safe, even from his own semblance.
  • Time that you two get to spend together is limited, and Qrow doesn’t want to spend it drunk. You've haven’t seen him less than perfectly sober since before you two got together.
  • (Pretty much everybody is grateful for this.)
  • He quickly figures out how long he can be around you until his semblance starts causing more serious damage than overcooked bacon.
  • Which is weird, but it’s less stressful to know you have at least X number of days with him as long as Ozpin isn’t immediately sending him off on another mission.
  • Qrow’s constant coming and going can be hard on you, but you both have found ways to keep in contact and not let it get you down.
  • He calls you all the time. His semblance can’t hurt you from a distance, right? So he calls a lot. You probably talk on your scrolls more than you actually see each other face-to-face.
  • Calls you on his scroll in the middle of a Grimm fight so that he can attempt to carry out a casual conversation while slaughtering monsters.
  • This scares the heck out of you the first time but it becomes a tradition.
  • “Whoever can keep up the witty banter until all the Grimm are dead wins!”
  • Qrow has secrets that he may never be able to tell you, and you have to be able to accept that or it’ll never work out.
  • When Qrow comes home he just sort of melts against you.
  • Like, you gotta hold this big baby while he falls asleep on your lap because he’s tired and tense and he missed you.
  • He falls asleep on your lap a lot, actually, mostly because he doesn’t have the heart to leave you even when he’s absolutely exhausted.
  • Scratchy stubble kisses.
  • He likes to neck. Necking is a thing.
  • Shaky, shuddery, lip-quivery, I’m-finally-home-and-I-love-you-so-much kisses are also a thing.
  • He does NOT want to cry in front of you, ever. You have to deal with enough of his baggage; he doesn’t want you to have to deal with his tears too. Not that he’s a big crier, because he really isn’t, but everybody cries and drinking less means having to deal with his emotions more.
  • Calls you ‘sweetheart’ and 'babe’ and a plethora of other pet names, but primarily those two.
  • Ruby and Yang. Around. A lot. Qrow mentioned to Tai that you were trustworthy and had a place of your own and Tai immediately translated that to mean “babysitter.”
  • This comes back to bite Qrow in the butt when the girls call you “Auntie.”
  • “Auntie?” Qrow.exe has crashed.
  • But you know he makes you promise to take care of the girls if anything happens to him or Tai.
  • Sometimes Qrow just sits back and stares at you because it hits him exactly how much you do and put up with just so you can be with him.
  • “What are you looking at?”
  • “You. You’re amazing, you know that?”
  • You used to have a guest room. Now you just have a Qrow’s room.
  • Qrow sometimes has a hard time sleeping through the night so you’ll wake up and find that he has fixed/improved/modified something in your house that was probably broken or subpar before you went to sleep.
  • On the rare nights when you’re falling asleep before he is, Qrow sings for you. He’s actually pretty good.
  • Will turn into a crow and sit on your shoulder when you go out on errands or anything. It gets you some funny looks. You make a point to let little children pet “your cute crow.”
  • Bird nicknames are the bane of Qrow’s existence and he loves them.
  • Man knows how to make you laugh even when you’re feeling awful.
  • Jokingly offers to beat people up for you (he might mean it if something serious comes up, you’re never sure).
  • This cuddly sap will smother you with cuddles until the day you die.
  • It’s an unusual, difficult relationship that will never be anywhere near normal, but Qrow wouldn’t give it up for the world.
Go Ahead and Drown

Originally posted by spn-spam

A/N: This takes place the first 6 or so epiosdes of season 6. I had an idea to do an angsty fic based on Willie Nelson’s song “Whiskey River” and this kinda…happened. It does time jump a bit, but I promise you’re not missing anything important. Please let me know what you think! I’m pretty happy with this one, and I hope you like it too.

Pairings: Dean x Reader (fb status: it’s complicated); Dean x Lisa

Words: 2,270

Warnings: Wordy af. Swears (it me guys this goes without saying) This is none too kind to a one Lisa Braeden. 


“Bobby you can’t be serious. We have to tell him!”

“No. He’s out. He stays out. We stay out of this. If Sam eventually decides to go find him then he does, but you and me ain’t doing jack.”

“When the fuck have we ever stayed out of anything? Especially when it comes to the boys? You’re choosing now to break the pattern?”

“I know. I know, but you gotta trust me on this, girl. Promise me Y/N. You promise me you won’t go after him. You let him go.”

“Fine! But for the record, I hate this and when he finds out - because he will find out - I’m 100% blaming this on you and Sam. And, yes, I let him go. When we thought Sam was dead and Dean was fulfilling his baby brother’s goddamned dying wish.”


“Ugh! Alright, alright. I promise. Happy?”

Keep reading

Yoongi totally flirts with Taehyung by using their pets because he knows there’s no faster way into Kim Taehyung’s heart than by using cute animals.

He knows that to other’s he’s seen as the type of boyfriend that isn’t really “romantic” despite all he does for Taehyung, but he can’t really help it. Yoongi has a quiet soul and is often shy about certain sides of his relationship with the younger.  The elder can easily talk about the way Taehyung sucked his soul through his dick with his friends when they are having a guys night out. Hell, Yoongi can for sure talk about the way he woke Taehyung up once with four fingers in his ass and his mouth sucking on his nipples;  but mention even one word about holding hands and cuddling and Yoongi goes redder than a tomato.

So what does Yoongi do? Simple, he takes a page out of those cheesy romance novels Taehyung loves to read and shows his boyfriend he does care, even if he is shy about showing it off.      

Taehyung at first is surprised as fuck when he wakes up to Soonshim’s excited barking at seven in the morning on some random Tuesday. His baby, as he’s come to call their dogs, has always been pretty hyper but even then, Soonshim’s never been a barker. Before the younger can even get up to see what has the fluffy big white dog going crazy, the bedroom door slides open and a brown fur ball burst through.


It takes a moment but Taehyung finally realizes that it’s Holly running into his and Yoongi’s shared bedroom with something attached to his collar. A little part of Taehyung literally swoons so fucking hard once he notices it’s a single red rose taped to the puppy’s doggy sweater with a simple sticky note attached to it.  A grin fills Taehyung’s face when pulls it off and Holly licks his face as he reads the messy writing he knows is Yoongi’s.

“Good morning, brat. I hope you slept well, you look cute when you drool all over the pillow. I love you.”

Taehyung spends the rest of the morning cuddling the puppies and grinning so fucking hard because Yoongi is so sweet.

anonymous asked:

The thing that bothers me the most is that Kara lost her whole world people that she knew her whole life, her fucking parents for crying out loud, and she never gave up she was still able to see the good in the world and she wasn't acting like red k Kara. But she lost her boyfriend of THREE MONTHS!!!! and suddenly the world is a lost cause and she gonna turn on the people she loves

this goes deeper than just losing a boyfriend. kara is dealing with much more than just a guy leaving her/a break up, as she mentions in that clip. in a way, these ARE her abandonment issues and rage issues and loss issues ALL coming to the surface through this situation. she had to do THE ONE THING she’s terrified of doing: she had to FORCEFULLY ABANDON someone. regardless of whether we like mon el, or anything like that, he mattered to kara, and she had to sentence him to an unknown fate. for all she knows, he’s dead, and that’s very traumatic. in my opinion, this brings all of kara’s identity issues to the forefront, and isn’t JUST about mon el. it’s about her looking around and seeing that she will ALWAYS be the one to make that decision, and she can never truly be like everyone else. there’s so much anger here that she never got to deal with before – and it’s coming out now. everyone thinks it would have been appropriate for her to deal with this when she lost astra, but when do our reactions EVER line up with what is “appropriate”? that’s what makes trauma, and life, so unpredictable and hard. kara was able to shoulder it before, but now, she isn’t. and i think that’s extremely realistic.

i also like that she’s angry, and selfish, and ugly about it, because when you’re going through something like this, who wouldn’t be? she needs to actually deal and confront her issues, and i’m happy to see it, because it gives her character some much needed dimension. it’s not going to be pretty, and it’s going to be tough to watch, but i want to see how it all unfolds. i’m also even happy to see some of that kryptonian arrogance seep through, because even though i don’t agree with it, the kryptonians always have a bit of a chip on their shoulder - they DO feel they are above humans in certain ways. maybe not to the lillian luthor school of thought, but they DO have some of that, and kara is feeling strongly disassociated from humans right now. she can’t have love, or a normal life, she only has her super powers right now. so of course she feels above having real human emotions. it’s going to be really interesting to watch her human support system show her the heroic side of humanity and bring her back to being centered.

kara is courageous, and strong, and hopeful, but she isn’t perfect. even heroes fall down sometimes. she will always rise above, but she needs to go through the struggle, too. this has the potential to be very satisfying, if we give her time to go through it. 

anonymous asked:

How would Ultra Magnus(tfp) react to a human who is sort of laid back and making jokes all the time and seems like they would be lazy but is actually a very hard worker? Like they're super thorough to make sure they get it right the first time and they won't take breaks to eat or sleep until the job is done.

So pretty much me? also for some reason I thought this was mtmte and had to edit it rip me

Ultra Magnus

- Immediately he starts going through the stages of grief when he thinks he’s got another Wheeljack in his midst. He sees that you got assigned a lot of work and his spark sinks. As if keeping Wheeljack in line wasn’t hard enough, now he’s got to worry about you too. Heaving a sigh, he enters your workspace ready to get on your ass to focus on your duties rather than goofing off.

- But then something divine happens. Part of him wonders if it was a dream, but then he goes back to check on you and sees again that you are actually doing your work! What has he done to be this blessed? Now he can focus on his own duties more often, provided one of the other bots don’t slack off.

- It’s not until late one night when he’s passing by that he realizes something might be off. He checks the time to verify that it’s human sleeping time and proceeds to inform you that you need to call it a night. When you tell him you’ll rest when you’re finished (which won’t be for a long time), he’s in a state of shock. Never before has someone wanted to work more than he wanted them to. He puts his ped down and makes you get something to eat and get to bed, he’s not letting such a hard worker burn themselves out like this.

It seems to me that modern relationships fall apart rather easily today, often at the slightest hurdle or disagreement. Personally, I don’t know that the old way of being stuck for life in an unhappy relationship is any better, in fact that sounds torturous to me, but there is definitely something going on now where so many people have zero interest in trying to work through the tough spots in a relationship. There is no longer any real commitment to building something that lasts through the ups and downs.

I think a lot of it comes down to the fact that, thanks to a plethora of dating and hook-up apps, most people have more options than ever before, so it is pretty hard to really give one person a chance when you have 20 messages from other prospects who might be better.
The funny thing though, is that they rarely are better. Their Facebook, Snapchat, IG, or dating profile is often an illusion, but still we continually opt to kick one somewhat flawed real life person to the curb in the hopes that the grass might be greener with this virtual version of perfection,
but of course,
it almost always ends up being astroturf.

Samuel Decker Thompson @adudewritingpoetry

Falling Into You - Chapter 5 Missing You

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Betty was half way through her third class, trying to concentrate on what was being said but her eyes kept wandering to her phone and a picture of Jughead. She had taken it at the fair when he was sitting on a bench and grinning at her with his boyish grin.  He was so handsome and just looking at his picture was making her stomach flutter.  She sighed and looked back to the front and then her phone buzzed.  She looked down and smiled.

J: Hey you :)

B: Hi! :) :)

J: Two smiley faces makes me think you must miss me ;)

B: I do!

J: But I’ve only been gone a few hours.

B: I always miss you….

J:  :)

Betty bit her lip and sighed.  Him being gone was going to suck, but at least she could text.  Even this little bit made her feel better already.  

J: What are you doing right now?

B: I’m in class, trying to concentrate but a certain someone is interrupting me ;)

J: Sorry, I can stop if you want.

B: No, please don’t.  What are you up to?  You get there already?

J: About an hour ago.  Slept most of the way here.  We’ll be starting up in a bit.

B: please be safe…I worry about you climbing around on all that framing.

J: I’ll be safe, I promise :)

B: ok, I should stop texting, the professor is glaring daggers at me lol I’ll talk to you soon.

J: later, Betts

B: later Juggie :)

Betty spent the rest of the class with a smile on her face.  

The next few days passed in a blur of school, work and missing Jughead.  They were texting mostly late at night because once his job started they worked long endless hours and he got in late and they would spend an hour texting before he’d pass out.  He would send a few texts on every break he had and she was grateful for them.  She really could hardly wait for him to come home.  

She got off work early on Friday and when she got to their floor, she saw Sally struggling to get some bags of grocery in her apartment.  Betty hurried over to help her.  

“Oh sweet Betty, how are you?” Sally asked, giving her a hug.

“I’m doing good, Mrs. Reynolds,” she said with a smile as she carried the bags inside for her.  Her apartment was the same layout as her and Jug’s, but filled with dolls and doilies.  Betty smiled as she looked around.  She tried to picture Jughead with his lanky frame trying to work around all the dolls and frilly things and had to supress a laugh.  

“Please, have some tea with me,” Sally said with a smile.  

“I would love to,” Betty said smiling and sitting down by the tiny table the lady had managed to somehow fit in the small space.  

“Jughead sent me a message that he was leaving for a couple weeks and to let you know if I needed anything.  He told me you would be glad to help but I just didn’t want to bother you,” Sally confessed, putting on the pot for tea.

“Oh, please don’t worry about it.  I will gladly help with whatever you need,” Betty insisted with a smile.  

“You two are just such wonderful sweet kids.  They don’t make them like that much anymore,” Sally said with a sigh.  “Nobody has time anymore for us older folks.  Too much running around chasing after things.”

“I’m usually too tired to do much running,” Betty said with a smile.  Sally laughed and pulled out some biscuits to snack on.  

“So how are things living with our dear boy?”

“Really good.  He’s very easy to live with and wonderfully sweet, as you well know,” Betty said, flushing a little.

“You really like him, don’t you,” Sally asked, making the tea.  

“I’ve always liked him, we grew up together and….”

“Oh honey,” Sally interrupted.  “I’m not talking about that kind of liking.  I can see it when you talk about him, that boy is weaseling his way into your heart, isn’t he?”  Betty smiled and looked down at the biscuit she was holding.  Her face felt warm and she knew she was blushing red.  “He’s a good boy, you won’t do any better than him,” Sally said with a knowing smile and patting her arm.  

“I really do like him,” Betty said softly, meeting the old woman’s gaze.  Sally patted her hand and smiled.

“He really likes you too dear.  When he was changing the lightbulbs back when you first arrived, it was Betty this and Betty that.  I believe he was already smitten then,” she said knowingly.  Betty smiled into her tea.  Jughead was smitten with her?  She hoped so, because she was pretty smitten with him.

Later that evening, with the clock showing it was nearing 10:00pm, she was laying on the couch with Jughead’s blanket and trying to find something to watch when her phone dinged with a message.  She smiled and reached for it.

J: How’s my favorite girl?

B: I don’t know, where do I find her? :)

J: Probably on my couch, with my blanket ;)

B: Oh really?  Why is she your favorite girl?

J: Because she is kind, and good and sweet and so beautiful and she makes my heart race….

B: :)

In truth, at that moment, it was Betty’s heart that was racing.  The fact that he told her that, after telling her no girl had ever made his heart race, well it sent hers into overdrive.  And he thought she was beautiful.  She didn’t think her smile could get any bigger.

B: Well, if you were trying to make mine race with all that, it worked.

J: ;)

B: How was your day?

J: It sucked.  The work is just like any other day but knowing I won’t be seeing you at the end of the day makes it not much fun at all.  I miss you a lot.  

B: I miss you too, Juggie, so much.  

J: What do you miss about me? :)

B: I miss your smile and your hugs.  It’s really cold here and I need a snuggle buddy.  :)  I miss the way you tease me.

J: Anything else? ;)

B: I miss the way you kiss me.

Betty felt her stomach coil with heat and she ached suddenly to have him with her.  Her entire body felt warm.  Jughead didn’t respond for a few moments and she was about to ask what he was doing when his message popped up.

J: I can quit my job and just come home if you want.

B: lol stop it.

J: well now I just want to kiss you….

B: send me a selfie, I want to see your face.

J: you took a lot of pictures of me at the fair, stare at those lol

B: I need a new one, those are getting worn out ;)

A few moments later a picture came through.  He was laying on the bed, smiling at the camera.  The room was dark and his face was shadowed but it still made her stomach flutter.  She could tell he wasn’t wearing a shirt and although she couldn’t see much, she suddenly wished she was there with him.  She touched her fingers to the screen, stroking them along his cheek.

J: Your turn :)

Betty decided to tease him and took a picture of her legs.  He stared at them enough so she knew he would appreciate a look.  She sent it and bit her lip, waiting for his response.  It took a couple of minutes.

J: That was fucking mean Betts.

Betty giggled and sent a picture of her sticking her tongue out at him.

J: that wasn’t any better!  Now I have images in my head involving your legs and your tongue.

B:  Well, you could always punish me by sending me something ;)

J: Which body part would you like? ;) Maybe the parts of me that you like to stare at?

Betty was pretty sure her entire body was blushing and he wasn’t even there with her.  How could he get her bothered without even being in the same room with her.  Betty bit her lip and wondered just what she was going to get because she liked to stare at all of him.  She wondered what was taking so long and when the picture came through she realized he had gone into the bathroom. Her stomach clenched as she stared at the hard planes of his abdomen.  

J: hope you like cause I actually got out of bed to do that for you lol Don’t want the guy I’m rooming with to think I’m an idiot.

When Betty didn’t reply after for a while he sent another text.

J: too much?

B: sorry, I’m just laying here, trying to refrain from licking my screen.

A few moments passed and then his text came through and she grinned.

J: Fuck Betty, that was more mean than the legs.

B: I wish you were here.

J: You have no idea…..

B: I know you had a long day Juggie, I should let you rest, especially knowing you guys aren’t taking days off till you’re done.

J: id rather just talk with you all night

B: then you’ll be too tired at work and might get hurt.

J: yeah, you’re right.  I think I’m going to get my own room next week and we can video chat.  My fingers are too tired for all this texting lol

B: ok :)

J: I’ll talk to you soon Betts, sleep well xo

B: bye Juggie xo

Jughead lay on his hotel bed, staring at his pictures of Betty.  He missed her so fucking much, it hurt.  He was glad his roommate was sleeping because her teasing had aroused him to an embarrassing state.  The images in his head weren’t helping his body to settle down either.  Images like her legs wrapped around him, her tongue licking his abdomen, her mouth on his.  He bit back a groan and willed his hormones to settle down.  God, he wanted her.  He didn’t just want to hold her and kiss her, he wanted every inch of her moaning beneath him.  

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.  Jughead was by no means a prude when it came to women.  No, he’d never gone all the way but he’d had some pretty good make out sessions, but he’d always been able to hold back and stop before it went that far but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to do that with Betty.  This was already the fastest he had ever moved with a girl and here he was, already thinking about and wanting to go all the way.  He still felt the same.  He wanted whoever he had sex with to be that special someone, maybe and hopefully, the only girl for him.  He wanted to give his heart and he didn’t want to just sleep with someone only to have everything fizzle.  Was Betty the one?  He wanted her to be and he knew it was a little early and he was probably being an idiot, but Emma was right, he was falling for her and he couldn’t help it.  

He thought back to when he was still in Riverdale.  Betty had wanted Archie and he had always thought Archie was the biggest fucking idiot alive for not wanting her back.  Even back then he knew she was special.  He had never said anything, figuring there was no way she would ever be into him and when he had transferred and they had lost touch, he had missed her a lot.  He had been happy though, that she hadn’t pined after Archie when he’d rejected her, and she had been genuinely happy for Archie and Veronica when they had started dating.  He didn’t understand how nobody had snatched her up in all this time.  Riverdale apparently was full of idiots.

Jughead smiled.  He had been nervous when he had agreed to have her live with him and had never in a million years ever thought something like this would happen.  He never expected to feel anything other than friendship and he was even more thrilled that she seemed to feel as much as he did.  He didn’t think he’d ever figure out what fates had aligned to cause something this wonderful to happen and he was going to do his best to make sure nothing screwed it up.  His phone buzzed and Betty must have thought he had fallen asleep already and left a message for him to find when he woke.  He smiled when he stared at the screen.  She had sent a beautiful picture of herself smiling at the camera.

B:  Hope you have a wonderful day at work and I miss you so much.

He couldn’t help replying.

J: I miss you more.

B: Oops, thought you’d be sleeping *giggle*

J: I can’t wait to hold you again.

She was quiet for a couple minutes and Jughead was drifting off when his phone buzzed again.

B:  I really like you, Juggie.  I need you to know that.  I think about you all the time and I miss you so much I want to cry.  I wasn’t expecting this to happen at all and I’m so happy I moved in with you.  Hopefully this doesn’t freak you out.  You just make me really happy.

J: You make me happy too, Betts. :) I’m kind of crazy about you.

B: :)

J: :)

Betty said goodnight again and lay back on her pillow, having long moved to her bed.  She supposed they were a thing now, together without actually saying it.  She had been scared to say how she felt but just needed to get it out in case he was wondering.  He felt the same.  Her heart felt like it was going to burst she was so happy.  Jughead Jones was crazy about her.  She didn’t think she could feel happier.

The following week, Betty got a text from Emma, who claimed she got her number from Jughead and was wondering if she could bring over a bottle of wine so they could have girls night.  Betty happily agreed.

Emma arrived on Thursday evening, a couple bottles of wine in tow.  Betty had made appetizers so they wouldn’t get too drunk to talk and was pouring the wine as Emma wandered around.  

“I’ve only been here once, when Jug had a game night of some sort with the guys.  I had nothing else to do so I tagged along.  Seriously the most boring night of my life,” she said with a laugh.  Betty smiled and handed her a glass of wine and they settled on the couch.

“So what do you do?” Betty asked

“I work at a PR firm.  Running around doing everyone’s errands.  I’m hoping to move up in the ranks soon and I’ll do the shit work to get there,” Emma said laughing.  “It’s a good job, good money so I keep at it.”

“Where did you meet Jughead?”

“We actually met when we both worked at a courier service.  He worked there I think for four months.  That’s where we all met actually.  Colin and Justin as well.  Justin still works there, he kind of runs the place.”

“You guys all seem like really great friends.  I’m glad Jughead found you.  It couldn’t have been easy for him the first couple years.  This place is vastly different from Riverdale,” Betty said laughing.  Emma launched into some funny work stories that involved the guys and Betty began to notice she mentioned Justin more than the others and her face would get this look when she brought him up.

“I wanted to quickly clear something up so you don’t think I’m some sleazy girl,” Emma suddenly blurted.  Betty frowned at her.

“Why would I think you’re sleazy?”

“Well, I kind of made it seem the other day that I just jump from guy to guy getting laid and that’s actually not true at all.  I realized later how that might have sounded when I said I was looking to get laid.”

“I didn’t really think much about it after you said it,” Betty said smiling.  “I certainly wasn’t thinking you were sleazy.”

“Ok, good, cause I’m not.  Like at all.  I mean, yes I’ve slept with guys, but not really that many,” Emma said with a laugh.  

“That’s none of my business anyway,” Betty said, reassuring her.  “Although, if you don’t mind me asking and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.  Do you have a thing for Justin?” she asked with a smile.  Emma groaned and fell back on the couch.

“Jesus, does it show?” she asked with a scrunched up face.

“Only when you talk about him and mention his name,” Betty replied with a giggle.  Emma sighed and sat up again.

“Swear you won’t tell Jughead,” Emma said firmly.  

“I swear.”

“Yeah, I’ve had it bad for him for like a year already.  He’s so fucking blind.  I basically throw myself at him and he’s so damn oblivious.”

“Are you sure about that?” Betty asked with a smile.

“Pretty sure,” Emma replied and then she looked at Betty.  “Why do you ask that?”

“Well, every story you tell about him, it’s always starting with; when Justin came by to help me, or when Justin offered me a ride home, or when Justin sent this cute text;  I’m starting to think Emma, that you’re the oblivious one,” Betty said laughing.  Emma froze, as if going over everything in her mind and her eyes widened.  

“Oh my God,” she whispered.  Suddenly she put down her wine glass and Betty’s and gave her a fierce hug.

“I’m so fucking glad you moved here!  I have no girlfriends to tell me these things!” she shouted.  “Boys are too stupid to notice and wouldn’t tell me if they did!”  Betty laughed and hugged her back.

“I’m glad I moved here too,” she said smiling.

“I really like you Betty.  I had a lot of fun at Molly’s the other night.  I was telling Jughead that he better not screw this up,” Emma said, blushing slightly at her admission.  

“Well, I’m not sure there is a whole lot to screw up yet,” Betty said laughing.

“But there is something, though, right?” Emma asked smiling.  Betty blushed and sipped her wine.  Emma laughed.

“God, you two are exactly alike.  You both blush over the slightest thing.  Seriously, I’ve never seen two people more suited for each other.  I’m telling you Betty, maybe I shouldn’t be saying this already, but he’s falling bad for you and I hope you know that.  I’ve never seen him like this.”

“Like what?” Betty asked curiously.

“At Molly’s he never took his eyes off you, like ever.  Unless he was taking a pool shot,” she added with a laugh.  “The way he touched you, smiled at you, pulled you close.  Since I’ve known him, he’s had 3 girlfriends.  Two didn’t last long and one that ended rather badly cause he wouldn’t sleep with her; with all three, he never ever looked at them the way he looks at you.  Even that last one.  He dated her for a year and he acted more like she was his friend than his girlfriend.  Then you come along and it hasn’t even been what, 2 months? And he’s head over heels Betty.”  

Betty said nothing and just smiled into her glass.  She knew Emma was a little drunk and probably saying more than she intended and Jughead had already told her he was crazy about her, but knowing that the other girlfriends hadn’t meant that much to him made her ridiculously happy for some reason.  Her phone buzzed and she picked it up and smiled.

“He’s texting, isn’t he?” Emma asked with a smile.  Betty bit her lip and nodded.

J: Hey beautiful :)

Betty showed Emma who gave her a knowing ‘see?’ look.

B: Hi Juggie :)

J: What are you up to?

Emma took the phone and pulled Betty close to her.  She held up the phone and they grinned into the camera and she took a pic and sent it to Jughead.  Jughead replied a few moments later.

J: You hanging with Emma?  That’s great!  Emma, don’t corrupt her!

B: Emma says you should STFU lol

J: Anything she says about me is lies.  Don’t believe a word of it lol

B: I hope that’s not true cause she said some really wonderful things :)

J: autocorrect did that….what I actually typed was….anything she says is absolutely true and you should believe everything!

B: lol you’re such a dork.

J: yeah, but you like me anyway ;)

B: yeah I do :)

“Holy shit, can you two get any sappier?  Seriously, I’m getting nauseous,” Emma said laughing.  Jughead told her to have a great evening and that he was going to video call her the next day because he got his own room and Betty couldn’t contain her excitement.  Emma laughed and rolled her eyes at them.  She stayed for a couple more hours and Betty got to know her really well.  When it was time for her to go she called a cab for her because they had finished both bottles of wine and were a little on the tipsy side and Betty didn’t want her walking to the subway.  

When Betty was alone again, she pulled out her phone and sent Jughead another goodnight picture.  She made a kiss face in it and added ‘I wish’ to it.  The wine fueled her courage and she wanted nothing more than to feel his mouth on hers right then.  Jughead replied immediately.

J: I wish too right now.  So fucking much.

B:  Hurry home.

J: I will.  Goodnight Betts.

B: Goodnight Juggie.

The following night, Betty was waiting when the video call on her laptop started to ring.  She hit answer and there sat Jughead, without his shirt on.  She bit her lip and smiled and he immediately laughed.

“How am I supposed to concentrate when you aren’t wearing a shirt?” she asked with a sigh.

“Sorry,” he said laughing.  “I mostly just did it to see you blush.”  He winked then and she wondered how a wink through a computer screen could arouse her.  Then again, texting him aroused her.

“I really miss you Juggie,” she said and then before she could stop it, her eyes filled with tears.

“Hey,” he said softly.  “Don’t cry….”

“I’m sorry,” she said, sniffing and wiping at her eyes.  “I just really miss you.”

“I miss you too, more than you know.  We’re going to finish up here probably on Tuesday and then I’ll be home.”  She nodded and smiled, and blew him a kiss.  He smiled and settled back.  “I could just sit here and look at you all night,” he said with a  chuckle.  “You look beautiful.”

“I’m in my pajamas,” she said laughing.  

“You could wear a tent and you’d be beautiful,” he said.  Betty blushed and he chuckled.  

“You have a good time with Emma?” he asked as he reached to the side for something.  He took a swallow of a beer he suddenly had in his hand.

“Yeah, she’s really great Jug, I love her.”

“That’s good, she can be a little intense,” he said with a laugh.

“You’re just saying that cause you’re a guy and you don’t know how to handle her or what to say to her,” Betty said smiling.  “She’s really glad im here cause now she has a girl to talk to.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

Jughead shifted his screen and Betty couldn’t help but let her eyes roam over his abdomen.  Good grief the man was hard and fit.  

“My eyes are up here,” he said suddenly, teasingly.  “Unless of course you’re thinking of licking the screen.”  Betty turned beet red.  Teasing with texts and then having it said face to face, even if through a screen was a little mortifying. Jughead burst into laughter.  She groaned in embarrassment and hid her face. “Don’t do that,” he said softly.  “I want to see you.”  She lifted her head again and he winked at her.  Betty sighed and glared at him.

“Stop teasing me, it’s making me blush.”

“Well….yeah.”  His grin was making her insides shiver.  Betty reached to the screen and traced her finger along his profile.  “What are you doing?” he asked softly.

“Touching you,” she said just as softly.  He didn’t say anything, but she saw him swallow and his eyes took on an intense look.

“I’m never working out of town again,” he said quietly, his eyes dark.  His statement implied long term and Betty felt warm all over.  He planned on them lasting.

“Good,” she whispered.  They talked for an hour and by the end of it, Betty was in tears again.  She didn’t want to say goodbye.  

“We can do it again tomorrow hon,” he said.  His calling her ‘hon’ made her cry even more.  She felt like an idiot but she just wanted to hug him.  

Their goodbye took a good 15 minutes and so did the next three.  On Monday night he told her he would be home the next day.

“We’re going to finish around lunch and we’re going to leave straight from the jobsite.  We’re all pretty eager to get home and nobody even wants to go to the hotel and shower first,” he said laughing.  

“You can shower at home,” she said happily.  She couldn’t wait for the next day. Almost 2 and a half weeks without Jughead was enough to last her a lifetime. She never wanted to be away from him again.  Was that crazy, she wondered. She decided she didn’t care.  She had never felt this way about anyone and she just wanted to be with him.  

The following day, as Betty was leaving Molly’s after her shift, she was heading across the street just as a big dirty work truck pulled away from the curb and head up the street.  Her heart leapt in her chest when she saw Jughead standing on the sidewalk.  He looked up and saw her and she started running and he dropped his bags.  He was tired and dirty and he had never looked better.  Her arms went around his waist and she held him so tightly, she wondered if he could breath.  His arms came around her and he pulled her up against him, his face in her hair.  After a moment his hands came up and moved through her hair and he tilted her head back and his mouth came down on hers.

Jughead’s kiss was hungry and thorough and she returned it eagerly, not giving a second thought to the people on the street.  He pulled away before it got too heated and rested his forehead on hers, his breathing heavy.  She clutched at his shirt, trying to catch her breath.

“Don’t ever leave me again,” she whispered.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a smile.  

They went up to the apartment and once inside, Jughead grabbed her close and kissed her again.  This time his tongue swept into her mouth and she moaned and pressed against him.

“God I missed you,” he growled against her mouth and she felt heat pool in her stomach.  Her arms went around his neck and she pulled herself closer, kissing him without restraint, her tongue tangling with his.  “Who the hell taught you how to kiss?” he groaned when he pulled away, his breathing heavy.

“Am I doing it wrong?” she asked frowning, trying to pull back.

“God, no,” he muttered, kissing her again.  When he finally pulled back she sagged against him, unsure if her legs could hold her up.  He held her for a few minutes and then pulled away and pulled off his hoodie.  “I’m going to take a shower and you order a couple pizzas and grab our blanket and we’re going to eat and snuggle while watching a movie.”

“Ok,” she said with a happy smile.  The fact that he now called his blanket ‘theirs’ made her heart ache with happiness.  She was so glad he was home.

An Unexpected Surprise

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 5.2K

Summary: Saddened at the idea of having to spend Christmas alone, you return to your apartment to find an unexpected surprise in the form of your very cute, sexy and adorable boyfriend Namjoon. 

Snowflakes floated gracefully down to the pavement as you walked through the bustling city streets. Lights were strung up all around you, twinkling beautifully in a whole spectrum of colours and the gorgeous scent of mulled wine and cinnamon lingered in the air. Everything about the place was simply magical, children wearing thick coats and knitted scarves weaved in and out of market stalls laughing gleefully as their parents chased behind them, the whole atmosphere of the place was just…good.

And yet despite the magnificence of everything, you found it hard to smile, you found it challenging to even care enough the admire the scene taking place all around you. Because for the first time in years you would be spending Christmas alone. The very thought of this made the vibrant reds and greens seem duller, the delicious scents made you feel nauseous and all the hanging lights gave you a painful headache.

You dragged your feet against the pavement until finally you reached the entrance to your apartment building. With numb fingers, you pulled out your key and turned it in the lock of the main entrance. Reluctantly, you wandered into the building, the warmth from inside instantly hitting your body and thawing your frozen skin.

The lobby area was quiet, painfully so, most of the residents had gone to see their family and loved ones over the holidays leaving the hallways deserted and silent, it was almost eerie. Your parents had gone to visit some friends of theirs in another country and despite their invitation for you to join them you hadn’t wanted to intrude on their gathering so you’d assured them you would spend the Christmas with your boyfriend Namjoon. At the time you hadn’t been lying, you really had thought the two of you would be able to spend Christmas together, but sadly he’d ended up having to work right the way through until New Year’s Eve.

You’d understood of course, work came first. Namjoon was the heir to a highly prestigious company, his father being the manager of it, you knew that if he wanted to take over one day, he couldn’t afford to take much time off. He had to show that he was determined, dependable and focused, and so, when he’d announced with a sullen face that he couldn’t be with you on Christmas, you’d simply nodded, even managing a small smile.

It was just one Christmas after all. Sure, the sheer feeling of isolation was going to be pretty miserable but…it was just one Christmas.

You traipsed through to the elevator, pressing the correct button to get to your floor, the Christmas music playing on the speakers cruelly mocking you with its sickly sweet melody, one that left a bitter taste in your mouth. You supposed you should feel grateful, to spend your Christmas in such a luxurious apartment, something that was all thanks to Namjoon and his hard work, but it was hard to see the value of expensive items  when you had no one to share them with.

You worked hard too of course, but working as a waitress didn’t exactly bring in the same paycheck as the ridiculous amounts of money your boyfriend made. Nonetheless, you would insist on buying most things for yourself as much as he wanted to spoil you, you never let him buy you clothes or technology or other kinds luxurious presents, the only exceptions being your birthday or Christmas.

When you reached the door of your apartment, you pulled out another key from the key ring and turned it in the lock in one smooth action, you pulled the handle down so the door swung open. In the darkness, you stumbled towards the light switches and flicked them on individually until the room was thoroughly illuminated, , your books were still scattered across the coffee table and a small Christmas tree stood pathetically by the couch. You had half a mind to take it down right now and pretend that Christmas wasn’t happening.

Just as you were about to collapse on the couch you heard a strange clattering noise coming from the kitchen. The first time, you decided to simply ignore it, you couldn’t muster the energy to go and check the source of the noise. However, after a few seconds the noise occurred again, over and over, becoming more and more impossible to ignore.

You weren’t scared for some reason, as you moved towards the kitchen, not even considering the possibility that someone could have broken in, perhaps you were just too blue to care. But as you swung the door open you were met with a sight you certainly had not expected.

Your boyfriend was standing amongst a heap of pots and pans, something was steaming in the corner and the plates were piled a mile high in the sink, the oven was on, the microwave was on, the kettle was on, just about everything was on and the room had a rather odd smell to it, like a mixture of hundreds of different varieties of food. 

Yet despite the disastrous surroundings, a feeling of blissful joy ran through your veins at the sight of him and without even a second thought, you found your feet moving and your body throwing itself into his unexpecting one.

“Y/N! You’re home” he exclaimed happily once he was over the initial shock of basically being tackled into a hug. His skin was so warm against your cold cheek and  you gripped him even more tightly. Your body must have still been quite cold because you felt him shiver, but he made no complaint as he wrapped his long arms around you.

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Sin, guilt, neurosis; they are one and the same, the fruit of the tree of knowledge.

Henry Miller

That Got Away: A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction: Part 5

Inspiration: Katy Perry’s Song “The One That Got Away”

Rating: Mature      Setting: Season 4       Featuring: Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader

A/N: Thank you all for sticking around as the story progresses! Buckle your seat belts, it isn’t over yet… xoxo Stu (I don’t own any of the images/ characters/ lyrics) Warnings: A spot of sexy times, angst, it is rather long.

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3    Part 4

Derek was ready to get on with the case, the world moved so much more efficiently during a work week. He was out the door heading toward the elevators with thoughts of free breakfast when he spotted a manila envelope outside of Reid’s door. The large man bent down, noticing it was completely blank, not wanting to mess with potential evidence, he knocked on his teammate’s door.

There was a complete minute of silence before he knocked again, louder and longer. He didn’t think Reid was up and had missed the delivery, so he decided to try calling him. He could hear the ring on Spencer’s phone through the quiet hall. JJ appeared, heading down the corridor of BAU rooms from the elevators, coffee in hand. Her blue eyes watched Morgan as he waited for the doctor to pick up his phone already.

You were pleased to find out that Spencer had acquired more than one romp’s worth of protection. You woke up with his morning wood nestled against your backside and you couldn’t think of a good reason for that to go to waste, “When in Rome” and all that. So you began with gentle kisses, rolling Spencer on to his back, he wasn’t quite awake yet, his eyes pleasantly closed. His bedhead endearing as you reached passed his face for one of the remaining foil packages. The tearing sound was what got his attention from dreamland.

He mumbled something incoherently. “What’s that Sir-sir?” You whispered through a giggle. His brown eyes glanced at you sideways, which was hard to do because you were looking straight into them.

“Be nice,” Spencer teased, rubbing his eyes. “I’m already pretty sore, mon cher.” His croaking morning voice and sweet names made you want to be very nice, indeed. You slowly maneuvered atop the FBI agent’s long body. After securing the barrier, you licked your finger tips, preparing your waking body for the next round. Spencer moaned as he saw your fingers in your mouth, you blushed at his blatant lust.

As you slid down on to Spencer, your body shivered. You bent over to kiss his gasping mouth, slowing rocking into him. The first knock was easily ignored, it could have been for any of the surrounding rooms. Spencer’s large palms on your breasts, turned your attention back to the moment. His eyes flew open at the second assault on the door. You tilted your head, hoping your soulful look would distract him again. Spencer rose to a seated position, you adjusted, holding his head in your arms, he nuzzled your cleavage. His arms felt so secure around you, it was back to just the two of you…


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