black is never this perfect on him

When people think of angels, they see white wings, golden locks and fluffy clouds under them.

But when I think of angels, I see no wings but just normal pair of arms that feels like home when it’s around you; there aren’t golden locks but just jet-black hair that’s so soft when you run your fingers through; there aren’t fluffy clouds under him but his sunshiny appearance shines all over the place.

You see, I believe that some angels don’t appear in such a perfect form. I sometimes believe that they pretend to be humans.

—  s.a., attendant spirits 
David didn't kill Elizabeth.

If you look at her in The Crossing she’s obviously not well. Keep in mind that she was host to an alien creature and while it did not complete it’s gestation period and kill her, it took its toll on her body.
In order to save her and keep her alive until they reached the Engineer homeworld, David put her into cryostasis. Elizabeth either died while in stasis, or shortly after awakening. After losing the only person to ever show him kindness, the only person to see him as an individual and not a “thing”, David became enraged. If Elizabeth couldn’t live to meet her gods, they have no purpose and in David’s eyes they have no right to live while she died. David released the black goo and crashes the ship, hoping to die to be with Elizabeth. Instead, he lives and decides to experiment with the black goo further.
He remembers that Elizabeth was never able to have children, so he makes her mother to his perfect organism.
David was telling the truth when he said he loved her. He loved her and decided to immortalize her through the Xenomorph.

Ten Baby Harry Potter Headcanons

  1. Remus was absolutely terrified of holding Harry and avoided it at all costs. Once he purposely spilled hot coffee on his arm just so he could leave the room when Lily was trying to find somebody to hold Harry.
  2. Harry cried the first time Sirius held him. Sirius proceeded to freak out because he thought Harry didn’t like him and nearly cried.
  3. Lily and James once walked in on Sirius singing a very disturbing song about feeding naughty babies to hippogriffs. He didn’t understand. His mother sang it to him.
  4. Harry’s first word was either ‘mummy’ or ‘moony’. Lily and Remus didn’t speak for a day or so.
  5. The first night Sirius and Remus babysat Harry by themselves Sirius accidentally covered Harry’s crib with dog hair.
  6. Harry had a stuffed wolf, rat, dog and stag. 
  7. The Potter’s cat would sit on a chair and watch over Harry as he slept.
  8. Harry would always grab hair. It didn’t matter who. if their hair was in reach. it was yanked.
  9. Harry actually had perfect eyesight as a baby. It wasn’t until after so many years spending time in the dark cupboard that his eyesight became bad.
  10. For the first month that Harry was home Lily was worried because he never cried during the night until one night she woke up to find out that James would sneak into the nursery every night and watch Harry sleep and took care of him before Lily would wake up.
Let Me Hold You

Warnings: none

Requested by: @wavyjassy

Request: A first time where he sneaks into your window late at night to meet you kinda thing (like maybe she calls him crying or has a nightmare)

A/N: Thank you for requesting! This was such a cute idea and I had fun writing it. Feel free to send in more :)

gif credit to owner

Eleven turns into midnight, then it’s one, and when you look at your phone again it’s four o’clock in the morning. You rub at your tired eyes, wincing at the sting that follows. 

You were exhausted, but sleep wouldn’t come. Tossing and turning all night you finally gave up trying. Insomnia is something you’ve dealt with since you were younger. Some nights were easier than others. Not tonight. So here you were, sitting on your bed, knees pulled up to your chest, in the dark. Just three more hours and it’ll be time for school, you think with a sigh. Alex is the only one that knows how bad it gets and he’s told you to wake him up whenever it happens. But it made you feel bad waking him up, so you didn’t. Why make him suffer, too?

      When you get to school it hits you all at once. A concerned look is on Alex’s face, but he doesn’t say anything. You feel like a zombie as you walk down the hallway to your locker. You ignore the stares you get from your fellow students. You’re sure that you look like a sleep deprived maniac. 

   “There’s my girl,” you hear from behind you. You turn, a smile tugging at your lips. It’s Jeff. “I waited for you in the- hey, whats wrong?”

          Worry fills his voice, his eyes searching over you as if he’ll find something physically wrong. “You’re pale and your eyes are red and puffy. Is everything okay? Have you been crying? Did someone-” you chuckle and cover his mouth with your hand, cutting off his frantic worry. God, he’s so adorable. It was sweet how he got worried about you.

     “I just didn’t get much sleep last night, that’s all,” you tell him removing your hand. “I’m okay.”

“Is it your insomnia?”

      You’re taken back by his question. How did he… “How do you know about that?” You ask, brow raised.

He shrugs. “Alex told me.”

“I’m going to kick his ass,” you mutter with a yawn.

“I want to know these things about you,” Jeff says while taking your hand in his. “You’re my baby girl, and I want to help any way I can.”

You smile and wrap your arms around his neck while on your tiptoes, pulling his lips down to yours.


Later that night it happens again. You lay there this time, staring at the ceiling as frustrated tears poured down your face.

There’s a tapping at your bedroom window, and for a second you think that you might be hearing things from the lack of sleep, but then you hear your name too. Confused, you roll out of bed and quietly make your way over to window. A gasp leaves your lips when you push the curtain aside and look down.

You quickly unlock the window and push it open. “Jeff,” you whisper shout. You don’t want to wake up your dad. “What are you doing here?”

“Can I come up?” He shout whispers back.

       You nod and watch as uses the tree to climb up to your window. You never realized how easy it would be for someone to get to your window with that tree. How convenient. After climbing in he closes the window and locks it. Then turns to you.

“Baby,” he says softly when he sees your tear streaked face. “What’s wrong?”

You sniffle. “I still can’t sleep.”

“Come on,” he takes your hand in his and walks over to your bed. You watch as he kicks off his shoes then pulls his black sweater over his head. Now, you’ve seen him shirtless before but never up close. He’s beautiful, to say the least. Chiseled to perfection. How could somebody be so damn perfect? Then he’s sliding his jeans down, leaving him in a pair of black briefs. He gives you a soft tug, bringing you to his chest. “Let me hold you.”

                  He lays down first, arms open and inviting. You crawl in next to him. Nuzzling his face into your neck he began to pepper light kisses on your neck and shoulder. He moves up and presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss. The kiss doesn’t last long, but your just as breathless. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, lips brushing his as you spoke.

“Anytime you can’t sleep, call me,” he responds softly. “I’ll come hold you.”

You nod and lay your head on his chest. He begins playing with your hair, and soon you feel your eyes getting heavier and heavier by the second.

You end up falling asleep on his chest that night. Never tossing and turning, no waking up in the middle of the night.

      As you fell asleep you told him you loved him. He wasn’t sure he heard you right, it came out so low. But you said it.

       You don’t see Jeff’s reaction because you fall asleep quickly, having a real nights sleep for the first time in days. 

Jealous Fights (Jughead X Reader)

Summary- You get jealous that Jughead is hanging out with Betty so much, so you try to make him jealous too. 

Warnings- fighting, jealousy, kissing, crying.

requested- yes! @dixiehasalotoffreetime (thanks bes frand ily)

A/N- my first writing got 7 notes! (thats not a lot but still) thank you!  Also, I will be doing a second part to this! (probs won’t be as exciting but whatever) So stay tuned for that!




“So Jug, you up for studying tomorrow?” Betty asks Jughead.

You and your friends were all sitting at a booth at Pop’s, as usual.

“Uh, sure!” Jughead replies and smiles.

You quickly look both of them over. Jughead was your boyfriend and he seemed to be spending a lot of time with Betty lately. It was really getting on your nerves. 

“Whatcha gonna study?” You ask, scooting a bit closer to Jughead. 

Betty glances at Jug and replies, “For the science test, you know how hard Mrs.Hank’s tests are.” 

You nod and take a sip of your milk shake. 

You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but you were a little jealous.

Then you got an idea. Why not make Jughead jealous too?

You turned to look at Archie, sitting on the other side of table. 

“Arch, do you to study with me? My place?” You ask the ginger haired boy. 

He quickly glances over at Jughead who looks a bit suspicious. 

“Uh, ok.” He replies.

You could see Jughead staring at you with hawk eyes, he was jealous already!

“Alright Archie, should we go?” You ask him leaning into the table.

“Sure.” He smiles and you both get up.

“Bye guys!” You both say in unison, before you lean down to kiss jughead.

Not just a peck, but a real kiss. You wanted him to see what he was missing out on.

You deepened your kiss and held his chin with your hand before breaking off. You wanted to be a tease.

You hear ooo sounds from Veronica and Kevin as you get back up from leaning over, still locking eyes with Jughead.

Jughead still looked flustered as you and Archie exited Pop’s. 

“What was that for?” Archie asks, referring to the kiss.

You turn to him and say, “Juggie has been spending a lot of time with Betty lately. And I don’t want to admit it but I’m kinda jealous.” 

“Ya, but they’re just friends.” Archie points out.

“I know but- I just want to make him jealous too. That’s why I asked you to study with me at my house.” You tell him as you near your home. 

Archie nods and you both enter the house.



The next day, you Kevin and Veronica walked to school together.

I didn’t take long for Kevin to bring up that kiss.

“Ok, but can we just talk about that kiss?” He exclaims. 

You giggle as he goes on.

“I mean that was hot. Like wow.” He says. 

“Thanks,” You laugh.

“But like why? You hardly ever kiss Jug like that in public, is there something happening that I don know about?” Veronica asked as she pulled her phone out of her pocket to check her hair on the camera.

“I don’t know. Jughead has been hanging out with Betty a lot lately. And I know that they are only friends… But I’m kinda jealous. I guess I just wanted him to see what he was missing out on.” You explain as you all enter the school.

“Oh! Well I can help you make him jealous if you want.” Veronica offers, winking. 

You laugh and open your locker. 

Then you see Betty and Jughead walking side by side down the halls, laughing. 

A fire burns in you. You didn’t know why, but you were mad. 

Then Archie comes up beside you and Kevin to open his locker. 

“Hey Arch!” You say loud enough so Juggie and Betty hear as they came closer. 

“Hey Y/N!” He replies and smiles and grabs some books out of his locker. 

Then Betty and Jughead come up to you guys. 

“Hey.” Jug says to you all and takes you into his arms in a light kiss. 

You kiss him back a little harder and then let go, smirking at him. 

You turn around and get books out of your locker as the rest of the gang talks. 

“So how was studying?” Jughead asked you. 

There it was, he was jealous.

“Fine, and you?” You asked smiling.

“Fine too.” He looked at you a little angrily and then said, “Well, I better get to class.” and walked away. 




After school, while in your room, you heard a knock on your window, it was Jughead. 

You quickly opened it and let him inside. 

“Hello beautiful.” He said and leaned in for a kiss. 

You rolled your eyes at his cliche saying but kissed him back. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He wrapped his arms around your waste as his lips moved gracefully against yours.

After a few moments you broke apart and stared lovingly into his eyes and he did the same. 

bing!

His phone dinged and he pulled it out. 

“Ugh. I got to go.” He sighed and made his way towards the window.

“What? why?” You asked in an annoyed tone.

“I promised Betty I would help her with an assignment, sorry.” He said.

You lets out a loud groan. Jughead turned around to face you.

“What was that for?” He inquired.

“Nothing… It’s just seems like you’ve been wanting to be with Betty a lot lately.” You answered turning your head up a bit.

“Ya, so? She’s my friend.” He said.

“Friend, huh? It seems like you want to be more than that with her.” You said. You know you were going overboard, but you needed to show Jughead you meant business.

“What? Y/N that just stupid! You know that’s not true!” He raised his voice a bit.

“Oh really? Then why are you spending more time with her than with me?” You said, crossing your arms.

“I’m not! We just study together sometimes and-” He began but you cut him off.

“Sometimes? Sometimes?! You have been with her almost everyday after school for the past two weeks!” You raised your voice and stepped at bit closer to him.

“I have not! Your just jealous!” He yelled.

Anger burned in your eyes, you could feel your face getting red and your palms sweating.

“You know what? Fine. Whatever! Just go!” You yelled pointing to the window. “I’ll just invite over Archie!” 

Jughead began to leave until he hear the last sentence. He whirled around.

“Archie? Why Archie?!” He said, his eyes burned.

“See!! Your jealous too!!” Your voice getting louder by the second.

“I am not!” Jughead yelled, heading towards the window again. 

“Yes you are! Now leave! Be with Betty! Cheat on me, see if I care!!” You screamed, tears welling up in your eyes. 

That was it. He turned around so fast he was like a blob of black clothes. 

“I’M NOT CHEATING ON YOU, YOU IDIOT!!” He screamed.

Jughead had never been so mad before. He had never yelled at you. He had never called you anything other than sweet things. But he was the most angry you had ever seen him.

Your face got hot, tears began to stream down your face.

“WHY WOULDN’T YOU? YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOOSE! BETTY IS PERFECT AND SWEET AND BEAUTIFUL! JUST GO WITH HER!” You screamed as hot tears poured out of your eyes.

“YES I WOULD HAVE SOMETHING TO LOOSE! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!” He screamed coming closer to you.

Did you hear him right?

“I love you Y/N.” He said a bit quieter, but still loudly. 

He then took your face in his hands and brought his mouth to yours. 

But before he kissed you, you let out a small whisper, 

“I love you too.” 

My Fake Boyfriend Part 6

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2350

Warnings: Angst, fuffly

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

Originally posted by itsmaleficentbitch

You woke up feeling different, you felt lighter and happier. It has been a long time since you last felt this way, you look at the clock and it’s 8 a.m. then you look at Bucky who is sleeping peacefully under you.

Something has changed since last night, you don’t know exactly what but it feels distinct. You stay in Bucky’s arms for a while longer; at this point you are used to cuddling up with him. However, you were never the one to initiate it… until now.

You softly trace your fingers on his jawline, making sure to not disturb him still. You kiss his forehead, getting up looking at him one last time.

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Headcanons about Blackhat

1. From what I’ve seen after watching Villanous all morning, I noticed in his portraits that Black Hat is a Demon (duh) that had been around for CENTURIES conquering heroes and having a name to be feared. Now, he had taken a step back and began a business career to cash in on new and upcoming villains.

2. There’s a soft center in BlackHat’s dark-black hole of a heart. You just got dig deep, deep, deep, DEEP down.

3. Black Hat has endless hats! When he removes his top hat another hat appears and whenever he needs a hat for a party, he will never have any trouble finding the perfect one.

4. Blackhat kidnapped the scientist, Dr Flug (is that how you spell it?) and is holding him against his will.

5. Behind his monocle hide the most darkest of his powers. When removed it makes him become his true form. so far, the others had not seen it.

6. Black Hat fears love, it is his only weakness. (Don’t tell the other heroes) 7. Even though love is his weakness, centuries of conquering and being basically alone, when he finally settled down. He needed companionship thus, no matter how much the others annoy him he can’t really get rid of them.

This is not the end;

She’s never going to see him again. And he was perfect.  

Lily meets the love of her life in Tesco Extra at 10pm.  read on ao3

Happy birthday to the cutie-pie ria @gxldentrio

The first time Lily Evans meets him is at the self-checkout service at Tesco Extra. He’s got these tall, gangly legs that look like they could go on forever and (from what she can tell from the back of him anyways) an unruly bed of jet black hair.

And, if first impressions were anything to go by then he was also an absolute fool. Clumsy and, to be honest, bordering on idiotic.

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tutoring jungkook (riding his thigh)

summary: JUNGKOOK’S THIGH’S

note: this needs some editing but I just really wanted to get this out there


being good at math is always something that a lot of your friends envied about you. you’d get good grades even if you hadn’t touched your math book. but for some other people that was a big issue. so one day you were sitting in your desk waiting for the bell to go off. once it rang everyone rushed out of the classroom while you were slowly packing you’re books in the backpack.

‘’y/n I have a job for you to do’’ your teacher suddenly said. you’re eyes shot up at here once you packed your last book in the bag. 

‘’jungkook is probably going to fail math if he doesn’t fix his grades soon, so you are going to tutor him, since you’re one of my best students here’’

jungkook…

he was a laid back student and very quiet all the time. you never really talked to him, barely ever said hi but you always found him somewhat hot. like smoking hot. one day you were passing the gym in your town and you saw him working on his leg muscles, you always thought to yourself that he has killer thighs. wearing black skinny jeans that hugged them in every perfect place.

‘’yeah sure’’ you said while looking over to see jungkook packing his stuff up not caring to look at you or the teacher. it felt kinda awkward to be honest, you didn’t know if you should approach him or wait for him to come to you, but since he was about to fail maths you came to him first.

‘’hey’’ you started of slowly waiting for his eyes to look up at you but they didn’t. they were still glued to his bag even though he finished packing minutes ago. the teacher has now left and you two were alone in the classroom, dead silence.

‘’um…you free today? you can come to my house right now and we can start studying’’

he finally decides to look up at you and you meet his gaze. he picks up his bag and goes past you slowly walking away to the door. he turns around looking at you his eyebrow slightly raised.

‘’coming?’’ he says and you quickly rush over to him and lead him to your car.


your room was a mess. books were everywhere, pencils scattered all over the floor while you were trying to teach him a simple math equation. but it just seemed like he doesn’t care at all. he laid back his head on the foot of your bed, the sun shining on his black skinny jeans and there you saw them again. those thighs. how many times you’ve wanted to ride them, push your body against his and kiss his neck. those thoughts never left you head and thinking about it now made you nervous. 

you look up at him, his eyes closed shut, his hands on the side of his legs and you thought he fell asleep. ‘no don’t’ you were trying to convince yourself you wouldn’t do this but you did it. you couldn’t stop yourself something came inside of you that made you say yes.

you slowly set down your math book, crawling to him still not sure if you should do this but it was killing you inside. you put one leg over his leg and sat down on his thigh. his eyes right away look up at you with a shock. you started moving up and down slowly making yourself feel good. afraid to look up at him you hear him say ‘’what are..you-..’’ he starts but you shut him up by pressing your lips onto his. you always wanted to kiss him and now was your chance. since he didn’t move his lips you started first and then he finally started kissing you back. he let out a small moan making you even wetter so you pressed yourself a little bit harder on his thigh. 

his thigh felt amazing since you’ve never done this before, never really thought of sex as well while all the girls in your class were not virgins anymore. you honestly could care less about that what’s the big deal? but how you got so brave to do this to a guy you had been admiring for days and days is beyond what you wanted. he was just something special a very peaceful person never causing any trouble minding his own business. you’ve never seen him with girls or even guys he was always alone. asking yourself how the hell does he not have a girlfriend while he’s so smoking hot. 

jungkook moved his hands to your hips and started rolling you and helping you to grind on his thick thigh. you didn’t care at all if this is right or wrong you just knew this had to be done. “y/n does it feel good?” he moans out and you attach your lips to his neck leaving wet patches all over his neck. stopping then at his jawline you bite it a bit and he hisses back at you. you giggle and continue with your marking. 

“jungkook i’m..” you start off by saying and he just knew you were about to cum, so he tensed his thigh a bit more that way you would come sooner. he puts his forehead against yours while rocking your hips back and forth with now more friction. 

“ahh..” you say before cumming in your pants making you collapse your body onto his, while he put his arms around you holding you close by. 

“was that good?” he asked while his hot breath kissed your ear. you only nodded not being able to progress you actually just cummed on jungkook’s thigh. 

 “how about each time I get a problem right, you get to ride my thigh?“ he says with a slight smirk. 

"but how is that a reward for you?" 

"it is, i like watching you, you have no idea how hot that looked fuck” he says kissing you randomly somewhere on the neck. while you just laughed it off still not being able to move as the sensation was still inside of you.

Originally posted by jungkxook

Late Night Talks

Anon Requested:  91+96+100 with V, please!

I loved writing this one! Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you liked this…maybe JUST MAYBE, I am potentially thinking about making this into a series.


Originally posted by mvssmedia

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 1676

Warnings: No warnings

“It’s okay to cry.”

“What happened to us?”

“This is only going to lead to a fight.”


You like your sleep, you like to sleep, you like to nap and you like to rest. What you don’t like is to be woken up, especially in the middle of the night. If anyone knew better it was Jungkook, so why was he calling you at one in the morning?

You groaned once you heard the obnoxiously loud ring of your phone go off by your head, your phone was tucked under your pillow and the ring shot straight through your ear, you quickly grabbed it and without looking at the caller I.D you answered it in a hasty “Hello?”

“Noona?” Jungkook’s voice came through the other end of the line, your eyes snapped open and frustration instantly filled you up as Jungkook was the reason your slumber was disturbed.

“Jungkook I swear to-”

“It’s Taehyung.” Jungkook immediately interrupted, you heard him sigh on the other end. “Can you come over?” You nod even though you know he can’t see you. “I’m on my way.” You end the call and get out of bed as quickly as you can. You strip from your pajamas and throw on a pair of jeans, sports bra and sweatshirt then slipping on your slides, grabbing your car keys and leaving your apartment.

Before you knew it you were texting Jungkook to come open the front door. The door opened seconds after you sent the text and you were walking inside the dorm. “You know you could’ve knocked right?” Jungkook says turning towards you after closing the door. “I didn’t want to wake anybody by knocking too loudly.” You say before talking again. “So what’s wrong? Did something happen?” Jungkook sighed before motioning for you to sit on the couch, he joined you then turned to you. “You remember Hyunmi right?” You thought for a second before nodding.

Hyunmi was Taehyung’s current girlfriend. They had been dating for a little over six months now and you were happy that Taehyung was so happy, he had the biggest smile on his face whenever he was with her and always seemed like he was enjoying her presence. She was a sweet girl after all, never cursed, was never disrespectful and loved animals. She seemed like Tae’s ideal type in your head, she was different than you in so many ways which made you happy. She was a bit taller than you, maybe an inch or two, she had very dark brown hair which looked black in certain lighting and had a glorious tan, her eyes were blue as yours are brown. Overall you thought she was perfect.

“Well she broke up with Tae, it was out of nowhere noona she called an hour ago and ended things with him over the phone.” Jungkook spoke, you could feel your jaw drop and lips part as you gasped when hearing that. “Are you kidding me? Did she give him a reason? Is he okay? Why’d you call me over why aren’t you up there with him?” Questions spilled out of your mouth by the second, your mind was racing with a billion reasons as to why she could’ve broken up with Taehyung but only one made sense. She didn’t feel for him as he did for her.

It’s not a secret that Tae falls hard and falls fast, you knew that all the boys knew that but it has never been a problem because girls feel just as hard for him, you thought Hyunmi did too from all of her smiles and small giggles she gave him when they were together. Guess things aren’t what they seem and she obviously was good at hiding her true feelings.

Jungkook shook his head first answering your initial question. “She didn’t give him a real explanation, all he told me was she said ‘It’s not you, trust me it’s not you but I can’t do this anymore Taehyung.’ Then she ended the call without giving him a second to speak. He just waved me off when he wouldn’t answer any of my questions.” Jungkook sighed looking at you, you quirked your head to the side in confusion. “Then why’d you call me over here?” Jungkook didn’t need to say it for you to understand, he just gave you a look and you knew.

“Jungkook-”

“You know him best noona, he’ll talk to you, you know he’ll talk to you.” You sighed and nodded, you stood up and started walking down the hallway and towards Taehyung and Jungkook’s shared bedroom.

Ex-boyfriend was something you never imagined Taehyung to be let alone be okay with it. The word alone wanted to make you gag and choke, you actually felt your heart shrink in size when you had to come to the realization that you two had to end the relationship. Back then you had dreams of getting married and having babies, but in a flash you two ended things with broken hearts. You didn’t want to be okay with it, you didn’t want to move on, but you did. You moved on and six months ago Tae did too, you just wished you would’ve known about Hyunmi’s ending intention because you surely would’ve butt in and voiced your opinion even though it wouldn’t be your place. You still cared for Taehyung, he was a big part of your life for a little more than a year and you didn’t want to see him hurt. You knew love doesn’t just evaporate, you knew that a little part of you still loved him as he still loved you too.

You stood in front of his door, hand hovering the dark wood before you knocked, you waited a couple seconds before deciding to answer. Walking in the room is dark, the only shred of light came from the desk lamp in the corner of the room giving little to no light where Taehyung laid sprawled out on his back on the bed. You shut the door quietly then turning towards him again. “Tae?” You say in a somewhat hushed voice but loud enough so that he could hear you. He didn’t budge so you decided to walk over and sit on his bed, you crossed your legs and sat beside him. From where you were you could see him staring emotionlessly up at the ceiling, you were close enough so that you knew he could see you and he just huffed a deep sigh. “It’s okay to cry.” You whisper but Taehyung just shakes his head, you can’t help but frown seeing him like this and it makes you wonder how he was when you two had broken up. You two fell for each other hard and fast and it was like you were living in a nightmare when you two had decided to end things.

In an instant Tae sat upright his body twisting to face you and his eyes stared down at you. “What happened to us?” His eyes were pleading, he wore a frown on his face and his hair was partially covering his eyes. You found yourself speechless to his question, you stayed still to his words and his gaze, you felt bad for him, his heart was just broken and you knew the memories of you two came flooding in his head at his situation. You sighed and shook your head only then realizing how close you two were as you felt his breath hit you when he blew his bangs out of his eyes, he shook his head parting his hair to look at you again.

“Tae…this is only going to lead to a fight.” You sigh but you can’t help but wonder and think back to what did happen to the two of you. You thought back to the fights, the words thrown around, all the time you both didn’t have for each other which only made the other more upset. The relationship wasn’t toxic, it was full of love but there were distractions and you both were preoccupied, Tae with his album and you with school and work, you both just didn’t have the time for a relationship and it ended when you two were fighting.

“You think about it too, how and why it ended so abruptly.” Taehyung spoke, his frown had disappeared but his pleading eyes were still staring at you. “We were fighting Tae, you were busy and so was I.”

“But we’re not anymore.” Taehyung said right after, his hand quickly grabbed yours and pulls you towards him, your hands drop themselves to his chest halting his motions of pulling you on his lap. “Tae…you’re sad and you just got out of a relationship.” You say sighing, you look at the look in his eyes, the pleading look was now gone and you were too lost in trying to figure out what he was thinking to notice his hands wrap around your waist, only then did you notice when he pulled you on his lap fully. “I don’t want to be your rebound, we should-”

“You’re not the rebound,” Taehyung interrupted. “If anything, she was.”

That’s all he said before pulling you down to his lips, you hesitated for a moment not kissing back. Your eyes were open and mouth was still, you knew he was upset about Hyunmi no matter what he says, you should push him away but something inside you tells you otherwise. “Please.” Taehyung breathes pulling back to look at you. You let your hands slide from his chest to the sides of his face, you took a look at him, the look came back to his eyes, it was something other than pleading, he wasn’t pleading but he was trying to reason with you. “Please (Y/N)…” You let out a small breath of air and felt Taehyung’s hand rise up on your back pulling you close again until his lips met yours. This time you kissed back and closed your eyes feeling the familiar touch of him.

You missed this.

You missed him.

You just knew you were going to regret this in the morning.

A God, A King. My King.

Thanks to @madman-with-a-snogbox for the idea.

English is not my native language! Aaaaaand I used parts of Imagine Dragons’s Monster lyrics. 

Paring: Loki x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst

Summary: You go on a date with Loki, and enjoy the night fully. When you get back, something seems to bother him. 

Originally posted by lokitty

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

You took a final look in the mirror. The long, black dress hugged your curves in a perfect way, the lace sleeves making you look strong, but feminine, your green heels made you look taller than you actually were. You looked perfect.

Suddenly someone knocked on your door. You walked over and opened it, to find Loki in a black suit, hair laid back. His green tie caught your attention, and you wanted to pull him close and never let go of him. His mouth curved into a smile when he saw you.

“You look marvelous, love.” He said, his eyes lit up.

“You don’t look that bad yourself, god.” You teased. He smirked at the ‘nickname’ you had given him. He was, after all, a god.

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Haircut

A cute little fic where Baz gets a haircut and Simon just can’t hold his tongue anymore.

Simon

My hand automatically flies to my side to summon my sword when I open my bedroom door and see someone I don’t recognize.

His back is facing me, and when he hears me come in he whips around. “Woah there, Snow, no need for the sword.”

My eyes grow wide and my jaw drops. It’s Baz. Except he’s cut his long black locks short, that’s why I didn’t recognize him. I’m speechless. He was attractive before but now he’s..I don’t even have words for it.

Beautiful. Gorgeous. Perfect.

“Close your mouth before flies get in there, Snow.” His hands move up to tug at his newly short hair and I can’t stop staring. His eyes look bigger without hair falling in them and I never noticed before but his eyebrows are bloody perfect.

“You-You,” I don’t even know what I’m trying to say but whatever it is won’t come out anyway. “Yes?” He questions with a cock of one of his perfect eyebrows. “You cut your hair.” I manage to spurt out.

He smirks. Dear Merlin, he looks good. “Very observant aren’t you?” He says in a sarcastic tone. He walks from where he was standing in front of the wardrobe to sit on his bed. I go to sit on my own.

“When did you decide to do that?” I’m still staring at him. I cannot believe how good he looks, he’s got his short locks pushed up into a quiff. “Just today.” He touches his hair again self-consciously. This is a side of Baz I’ve never seen, he seems nervous.

I want so badly to tell him that it looks good but I don’t want it to come out the wrong way, so instead I just keep my mouth shut.

We’re just sitting on our beds staring at each other for what seems like an eternity. Baz scratches the back of his head and breaks our eye contact. “Well, I better get going, see you later Snow.”

He gets up and begins walking toward the door. I can’t let him leave without telling him, it’ll eat me alive. “Baz, wait.” He stops in front of the door and turns around with a curious look on his face. I don’t like how far away I am from him, so I get up and walk toward him.

“It looks good.” I say, shoving my hands in my pockets so I don’t reach up and touch his hair. He gives me a confused look. “Your hair, your hair looks good.” I pull a hand out of my pocket and point stupidly at his head.

He gives me a look and I can’t describe, it’s something between longing and hurt. And Merlin and Morgana, when a slight blush begins to form on the tops of his cheeks, I almost lose it.

“Thanks Snow, I have to go.” He turns but I don’t want him to leave. I reach out and grab his wrist. “Stay.” I whisper. I don’t know what exactly I mean by it, all I know is that I don’t want him to leave, not now.

He doesn’t turn around, just stands there with my fingers wrapped around his wrist. Suddenly I feel ridiculous and take my hand away.

“What do you want Snow?” He turns around and I realize his eyes are the color of the sky on a stormy day. “Nothing, I don’t want anything, I just-” I stop myself, I’ve never been good with words and right now is no exception.

“You what?” He grabs the wrist that I was holding and begins rubbing it, like I hurt him. I don’t ever want to hurt him. “I-” I start again, and fail again. “Spit it out, Snow.”

“I like looking at you.” I don’t want to see the look of disgust he’s about to give me so I look at the floor. For a while all I hear from him is shallow breathing.

“Simon.” He breathes rather than says. It sends shivers through my whole body, he’s never called me Simon before. “Yea?” I reply, keeping my eyes glued to the floor.

“Look at me.” he says quietly, it makes my heart fall to my feet. But I don’t want to, can’t, look at him. I can’t be looking into his eyes when he spits his venomous rejecting words at me. “No.” I say simply. The way I say it reminds me of a child on the verge of crying.

“Fine, I’ll just have to make you.” He says before taking my face in both his hands and kissing me so hard I forget who I am for a second. I never realized it before this moment, but I’ve wanted this for a long time. I wrap my arms around his middle and bring him closer.

He slowly leans out of the kiss, leans in close to my ear and whispers “I like looking at you too.”

Secrets, Songs and Bad Habits

In which the reader and Jughead develop a strange dynamic.

A/N: My second fic and it’s awful, I thought practice made perfect? Apparently not but it doesn’t matter because I’m posting it anyways.

Warnings: Language, kissing and smoking (don’t do it kids it’s bad for you)


You were the new girl in town, the new addition to the river vixens and with an ass that made the entire football team want you and sass that made jaws drop. Jughead was the dark, brooding loner kid with more baggage than an airport and sarcasm that got him a one-way ticket to a black eye. Your paths could never intertwine, it was the rule and yet somehow you had both found yourselves wondering around the derelict building-site that was now The Twilight Drive-in. You casually leant against the scaffolding, a cigarette between your fingers and thick smoke escaping from your plump parted lips, unaware that somebody else was lurking around too.  

“That’ll kill you y’know,” a husky male voice came from behind you but you didn’t turn your head, simply rolled your eyes and continued to smoke leisurely.

“Wow, really? I had no idea, thanks random stranger now that you’ve told me that I’ll quit immediately,” you replied with sickly sweet sarcasm. The mysterious voice let out a low chuckle and the body to which it belonged stepped in front on you, illuminated by the lit end of the cigarette now between your lips. The boy stuck out his hand and introduced himself as “Jughead Pendleton Jones the Third” to which you scoffed but shook his hand nevertheless. You vaguely recognised him from the school hallways and from your English class.

“Do you have a name?” he asked.

“No,” you answered peering up at his tall frame but he just narrowed his eyes and glared back at you expectantly. “(Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Well (Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N) what are you doing here at two o’clock in the morning? Other than filling your lungs with tar that is.”

“I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d come and explore this part of town,” you strode up to him and folded your arms across your chest in annoyance, tilting your head at an impossible angle so that you could glare back at him.

“I hope you’re aware that there is a killer on the loose, this is a rough part of town princess and that sarcasm can’t save you from a bullet,” he said in a hushed tone.

“I’m aware of that but I can take care of myself thanks!” you spat.

“I seriously doubt that.”

“Why?”

“You’re like three feet tall.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes again but couldn’t help your lips from curling into a small smirk. And then you realised the hypocrisy of the lean, beanie-clad boy before you.

“Hey, what are you doing here at two o’clock in the morning? For all I know you’re the killer in question,” you asked furrowing your brows and poking him in the chest with a perfectly manicured nail.

It was his turn to smirk and he told you that you were right, he could be the killer but he promised you that he wasn’t. you held out your pinkie and told him to pinkie promise that he wasn’t and he simply linked his pinkie with yours in response. You smiled widely.

“So Jughead Pendleton Jones the Third,” you mimicked his voice when you said his name and you could have sworn that he almost smiled, “what’s with the crown beanie and the whole angsty look?”

“I won’t be judged on my appearance by the girl in an oversized hoodie, no pants and…ugg boots.” He retorted with a breathy laugh.

“Hey these are my pyjamas, not my everyday attire. If you see me in school, I’ll be wearing heels and skirts and crop tops thank you very much!” you shrieked and flipped your hair. You continued to bicker and chat with him until you had reached the end of your smoke. You threw the butt on the ground and stepped on it before turning to leave. As you walked away from him you briefly turned your head to mutter a quick “see ya” only to see him jogging to catch up with you.

“Stalking me now Jones?”

“Like I said (Y/L/N) there’s a killer on the loose, I can’t let an unarmed dwarf wander the streets all by herself, now can I?”

You huffed but allowed him to walk beside you to your suburban home. Once you reached your driveway, you beckoned Jughead to follow you around to the side of your house. Confused, he followed you.

“Give me a leg-up?” you asked him, doe eyes silently pleading. He simply rolled his eyes but kneeled down and clasped his hands together nevertheless. You quietly squealed in delight and stepped onto his hands, hoisting yourself up onto the flat roof of your garage. From there you tiptoed over to your window and slid up your window. Just before clambering inside you turned back to your new friend.

“Thanks, see you around Jughead,” and with that you climbed through the opening and closed the window.

Jughead watched as you clambered into your bed and snuggled down. He began to walk away with a smile on his face paired with the strong feeling that you would not in fact see him around. You were from a different world, a world with a best friend named Cheryl Blossom and Reggie Mantle and the like hot on your heels.

The following day at school, as you were talking to Reggie, you noticed Jughead stood by the lockers talking to a ginger haired jock and two of your fellow Vixens; one with short dark hair and the other with a tight blonde ponytail. You caught his eye and shot him a wave to which he swallowed dryly and shook his head slightly. You furrowed your brows and turned back to Reggie, confused and annoyed that he seemed like he didn’t want to know you. That is why you were so surprised when that night, as you climbed out of your window and off of your roof, you were met with a nonchalantly awaiting Jughead.  

“Oh, so you won’t acknowledge me at school but you think its okay to turn up at my house in the middle of the night?” you were royally miffed.

“Yeah…no princess, I will accompany you to and from the drive-in so that you don’t get murdered. If I didn’t I would be a total ass. But other than that we don’t know each other, people like you and people like me don’t fraternise in the real world.”

“So this, right now isn’t the real world Jughead?”

“Nope.”

“Okay then…did you just come here to argue with me or are you going to walk me.”

He didn’t answer, he just started to walk and you followed. Over the next few weeks this continues. Every night at two o’clock you would meet Jughead outside your house and you would walk. Sometimes to the drive-in and sometimes just around town, exploring. He would talk and you would smoke and then you would go home. You liked his company, his wit and his sarcasm and he loved your fiery nature and flirtatious gestures, he adored the way that you were always completely confident in yourself. Despite this, at school, he would ignore you and you would reluctantly do the same. Neither of you realised that you both stole secretive glances at each other.

It was five minutes until the vixens were due to perform with The Pussycats and Josie’s voice had completely gone. In its place was a scratchy whisper, courtesy of a throat infection. Cheryl was freaking out. Who was going to sing? How would we perform without a singer to sing our song? How will Valerie and the drummer do it without a lead singer? Then the redheaded girl snapped her head to face you, the memory of you drunkenly singing at one of her infamous soirees suddenly invading her thoughts.

“(Y/N) you have to go up there!”

“…and say what exactly Cher?”

“Not say, sing, you know the song, we’ve been practicing it for the routines.”

“I can’t what about Josie, what about the routine?”

“Can you not sing and dance?”

“…yeah  okay…but what about Josie….”you were cut off by the pussycat herself.

“Oh hunny you’d be doing me a favour, I don’t wanna be known as the leader of a group that lets people down now can I?”

“Okay fine, I’ll do it but if I flop then don’t blame me, I’m not a singer.”

Cheryl beamed and ushered you onto the stage at the edge of the football field, following closely behind. She scurried over to the mayor, whispering something in her ear and pointing over to Josie who was desperately slurping at a bottle of foul-smelling cough syrup. The mayor nodded, sighed and then plastered a smile on her face before stepping towards the microphone and addressing the swarms of people in the stands.

“Riverdale, a town of pep has never been a more accurate term for our wonderful town,” as she spoke the marching band paraded and Cheryl had joined the rest of the Vixens that had assembled, pom-poms at the ready. She turned around to give you an encouraging smile and then turned back to face the crowd with a pout. “I am proud introduce our very own River Vixens who will be performing with Valerie Brown, Melody Valentine and newcomer (Y/N) (Y/L/N) who will be filling in for my lovely daughter.”

After sharing some confused glances, the audience cheered and you plastered false confidence on your face before picking up the mic. The music began and you took in a deep breath preparing for your impending embarrassment.

I’ve been here all night

I’ve been here all day

And boy, got me walkin’ side to side

I’m talkin’ to ya

See you standing over there with your body

You pointed your finger to the audience and wiggled it seductively before circling your hips and dropping to the ground, springing back up.

Feeling like I wanna rock with your body

And we don’t gotta think ‘bout nothin’

I’m comin’ at ya

You spotted Jughead in the crowd, he gazing at you intently and you flushed under his stare, biting your lip and tearing away so that you could continue undistracted.

'Cause I know you got a bad reputation

Doesn’t matter, 'cause you give me temptation

And we don’t gotta think 'bout nothin’

These friends keep talkin’ way too much

Say I should give you up

Can’t hear them no, 'cause I

I’ve been here all night

I’ve been here all day

And boy, got me walkin’ side to side

I’ve been here all night

I’ve been here all day

And boy, got me walkin’ side to side

Been tryna hide it

Baby what’s it gonna hurt if they don’t know?

Makin’ everybody think that we solo

Just as long as you know you got me

And boy I got ya

'Cause tonight I’m making deals with the devil

And I know it’s gonna get me in trouble

Just as long as you know you got me

 

These friends keep talkin’ way too much

Say I should give you up

Can’t hear them no, 'cause

 

I’ve been here all night

I’ve been here all day

And boy, got me walkin’ side to side

I’ve been here all night

I’ve been here all day

And boy, got me walkin’ side to side

You finished breathless and attempted to courtesy in your skimpy cheer uniform before hopping down the steps beside the stage. You ran towards Cheryl and the Bulldogs that had now run onto the field. She hugged you and squealed her praise. You spotted Jughead over her shoulder but chose to ignore him, that is what he wanted after all. As you made your way through the boys you were wolf-whistled and sloppily hugged until you felt your feet leave the ground. You squealed in confusion and shock until your captor turned you around in his arms and you were met with the face of Reggie.

“You’re one hell of a performer Dollface,” he yelled spinning you around and holding you tightly as you shrieked and laughed. You leant down and pulled him into a tight hug and kissed his cheek.

“Thanks Reg, now it’s your turn, go get ‘em tiger!” he hugged you once more before planting your feet on the ground, squeezing your ass cheekily and jogging off to start the game as you were left giggling at his boyish antics.

It was then that you felt the all-too-familiar craving for a cigarette so you meandered your way behind the bleachers. You fumbled with your pocket, trying to prise out your packet and lighter and not concentrating on where you were going. You bumped into something tall and dark. You looked up to find that the thing was in fact a Jughead. A very pissed off looking Jughead.

“Shit sorry Juggie!” you squealed through a giggle, still in the midst of the rush from perfroming, He just huffed out an exasperated sigh and turned to walk off. “Jug?”

No response.

“Jughead?” he continued to storm away from you. “Jughead Jones the Third don’t fucking ignore me, where are you going?”

“Sorry I forgot I had to check in with the singing dwarf” he muttered bitterly, whirling around to face your direction. Your brows furrowed and (Y/E/C) orbs widened at him in shock and confusion, clearly waiting for an answer. “Reggie, (Y/N) are you serious, why are you even talking to him let alone allowing him to touch you?”

You were silent for a moment as your anger towards the boy bubbled inside you before spilling over and scalding everything in its path. You couldn’t believe that Jughead was trying to control you like this, he wouldn’t speak to you in school so why did he get to dictate how you behaved around your friends.

“Are you fucking kidding me Jones?” you shrieked, lunging towards him and shoving your tiny palms against his slender chest. “You don’t want to know me at school and yet now you think it’s cool for you to criticise my choice in friends?”

“Hmm gee princess I thought you were smarter than that.”

“What are you talking about asshole?”

“Well I think your friend Reggie has a little more than friendship on his mind.”

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you Jones.” You retorted, scoffing. You stood on your tiptoes and peered up at him, faces mere inches apart. He leaned impossibly closer so that your noses brushed and you could feel his hot breath on your skin. With that you pulled out a cigarette and lit it, blowing the smoke into his face and striding away defiantly leaving him stood bewildered, guilty and alone.

It was two in the morning and you were lying on your bed clad in your underwear and a large hoodie when you an incessant knocking on your curtain-covered window could be heard. Curiously you strode over and yanked open the blinds to be met with the face of a sheepish beanie-wearing boy. You rolled your eyes and exasperatedly unlatched your window and pushed it up with a huff.

“Grovelling isn’t going to work Jug just piss off,”you hissed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“(Y/N)…please…” you huffed in annoyance but made no effort to dismiss him. “Can I please come in before I fall?”

“No.”

“Okay…can you come down then?”

“I don’t have any shoes.”

“I’ll carry you.”

“Fine.”

He smirked triumphantly but immediately returned sheepish when he saw you pouting in annoyance. He clambered down and waited with open arms on the grass beside your house as you lowered yourself into his grasp. He turned you around so that your legs wrapped around his waist and he could rest your back against the wall. You huffed at the position but made no effort to move as the grass was damp and muddy.

“I’m sorry,” Jughead whispered. “I was jealous and stupid and I’m sorry. I mean, you infuriate me and you’re so fucking sexy that it’s really distracting…. up there on that stage you were incredible…and even your bad habits drive me crazy… I can’t write anything because all i can think about is your lips on mine instead of the end of a cigarette. I can’t concentrate around you and It’s driving me insane because I need you but I can’t have you.”

You bit your lip at his babbled, whispered confession, realising exactly what he meant. He liked you. You saw his eyes flit from your lips and then back and you felt butterflies in the pit of your stomach. You leaned in and brushed your nose against his, looking up at him with doe eyes and batting your thick lashes. His chest heaved against  you with each laboured breath and you brought your arms around his neck, threading your fingers through the raven hair at the nape, eliciting goosebumps on his olive skin. You became aware of the feeling of his large hands that were holding your bare thighs, fuelling the heat that was spreading over your body.

“Juggie.” you leaned in so that your lips were almost touching and he could feel your whisper tickling his cupids bow.

“Y-yeah?”

“I’m here, nobody else and I want you, nobody else, I have since we first met. You’re such a sarcastic ass sometimes and you’re angsty and brooding but you have the biggest heart and I love that about you. You literally met me, a virtual stranger and took it upon yourself to see that I made it safely to and from my house every night. That’s completely mental. Nobody else would do that for me, Jug.” 

“Wow Princess, you made me sound like a real catch, no wonder you’re totally in love with me.” he answered cockily, a lopsided smirk gracing his delicate features.

“Don’t flatter yourself Jones, need I remind you who it was that came here to grovel?” you replied, raising an eyebrow and mimicking his smirk then you bit your lip once more and beckoned him closer with your eyes and crashed your lips to his. He kissed back, tentatively at first until you ground your hips into his making it abundantly clear that you needed more. He gripped your thighs tighter and moaned into your mouth which allowed you to slip in your tongue. He pulled you flush against him, needing to hold you as close as possible before reluctantly pulling away.

“What about everyone else, what about school, Reggie?” he asked breathlessly, becoming serious once more so you kissed him again, tongue sliding between his lips slowly and sensually.

“They’re not here Juggie, it’s just you and me.”

The Mad Prophet

He carries no iron. This is not to say he does not believe. Only a fool would not believe, and mad he may be, but a fool he is not. Iron, he says to anyone who will listen, was never the perfect ward; it was the newness of it, how it was made by human hands with human tools in human fire, that granted protection. Iron is weakening, he believes, as it becomes commonplace and old. The best wards are then the newer things in this world, and of those, there are plenty. He wears a necklace as his ward, a bizarrely colorful thing. The pendant is of plastic, marked by the lines of a 3-D printer, green text boldly declaring that P=NP on a black background. Two beads surround it, one of tungsten, one of titanium. 

The Gentry give him a wide berth. They do not readily speak with him. They do not appreciate his words or his offerings, which he still gives even with his protection. He is, if not smug, then at least vindicated. The other students are wary of his madness. He is less pleased by this.

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Ohhhh wait fuck i love this so much. It doesn’t work for everyone, there has to be absolute faith behind it, but if you believe in the future, in the miracle of human invention, in the power in hands and technology and new things (such an alien concept to the Gentry in and of itself!) then you are safe with your 3D talismans and your new science tech. There’s a reason for how cultish the students get about the new smartphones.

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okay so reece king aka real life nursery posted some pics on Instagram of him in nothing but tights and CAN YOU PLEASE JUST IMAGINE DEX GETTING SNAPCHATS OF DEREK IN JUST FISHNETS AND JUST DYING PLEASE

There are reasons that Nursey and Ransom aren’t allowed to get drunk together unsupervised.

Very good reasons.

Very logical reasons.

Reasons that they both forgot two hours ago, when Ransom walked into his dorm room with a handle of Jack Daniels and a liter of Coke.

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In Training Part 2 (NSFW)

Requested: Yes
Request: Pls more black canary apprentice and Damian Wayne? Maybe Damian takes her to her first Wayne charity ball and she like wows him in what she’s wearing and yadyadayada and since we’ve established that she’s a flirt, she just riles him up the entire time. And because he’s inheriting the Wayne company he has to be present and serious but as soon as he is able to step away, things get steamy. (Also I think black sparrow or just sparrow would be a cute super hero name)
Summary: Things get hot after Damian catches you flirting at a gala.
Word Count: 1387

Warnings: Smutty sex, hickies/lovebites, and very little actual plot… enjoy!

Dating Damian was surprisingly natural. He was a perfect gentleman. He took you out on a date at least once a week. He seemed to like physical contact, always stealing your hand or wrapping his arm around your waist whenever you were in close proximity. It made the days fly by until six months went out the window and the two of you were caught off guard by the paparazzi. The pictures of you were plastered all over Gotham’s tabloids, labeling you as Damian’s newest fling to the public.

“I suppose it is time for the public to know I’m unavailable,” Damian shrugged when you pointed them out to him. You felt your brows furrow together. “There’s a gala coming up this weekend, would you attend it with me?” he asked with that signature Wayne smirk that made you weak.

I would love to,” you smiled and wrapped your arms around him. Damian was an incredibly lover. He seemed to know exactly where and how to touch you. He never failed to turn you into a puddle in his bed.

You spent as much time as you could afford shopping for the perfect dress. Damian had insisted on paying, but that didn’t help you find the dress that you wanted. Between training and patrols, you couldn’t get away for long enough to try on more than two dresses at a time. You were beginning to lose hope. Then you found it. It was a little black dress. It hugged you so perfectly, it seemed it was made exactly for your body. It was low cut, revealing your cleavage, but it was in good taste.

The night of the gala, you donned the dress instead of your uniform. You fixed your hair into a flawless style that revealed your neck and made you look luxurious and sexy. Your makeup was perfect and you looked knock dead gorgeous. Damian was going to have a hard time keeping his hands off of you.

The ride to gala was thick with sexual tension as Damian spent the entire time looking you over with a hunger in his blue eyes. His jaw was tense as he struggled with whatever he wanted to say. You felt smug and confident that you could leave the Prince of Gotham in such as state.

As soon as you stepped out of the limo, cameras began flashing you. You put on the smile Damian had taught you. He draped his arm around your waist possessively and led you towards the front doors. You looked up at him, he was smiling and giving the crowd what they wanted. He looked stunning himself.

Inside the gala was in full swing. Everyone was mingling or dancing. Damian led you around gently and you just got to smile and look pretty while the high rollers questioned Damian about Wayne Enterprises. No one had any interest in the pretty face on the rich boy’s arm. After two hours, your face hurt from all the fake grinning . It wasn’t until a wealthy man and his son approached the group you were mingling with that anyone addressed you directly.

What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a boring place like this?” the son asked while his father began questioning Damian. You glanced at Damian to see his jaw flex, his hand around your waist tightened slightly. He had heard the stranger.

“Well, I think it just got interesting,” you smirked flirtatiously. You could tell from the look in his eyes that he was taking your bait.

I can think of a few things you might like,” he winked his dull brown eyes. You wanted to roll yours but you felt Damian’s arm tighten again. He was livid.

“Is that right?” you bit your lip playfully. Damian cleared his throat, pulling your gaze back up to him.

Excuse us,” he smiled to the group before practically dragging you to the nearest corridor. He pushed your back against the wall and pinned you there with his strong arms. You smirked up at him.

Is someone jealous?” you teased playfully. He smashed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. It left you breathless and lightheaded.

We’re leaving,” he ordered roughly after he pulled away. You raised a brow.

But what about image, oh, Prince of Gotham?” you questioned teasingly. He growled low in his throat.

I don’t give a damn,” he smirked predatorily before snatching another hot kiss that sent fire through your veins. He pulled away and quickly began leading you towards the door. His pace was brisk with his long legs and you practically had to jog to keep up.

The limo couldn’t get there fast enough. He ran his hands over your sides and kept you on the edge of combusting. He planted kisses on your knuckles and hands while the photographers watched like vultures. As soon as the car pulled around, he pulled open the back door and you climbed inside. As soon as he climbed in and slammed the door closed behind him, his mouth was back on yours.

The ride home consisted of an intense make out session that had your blood boiling. He left purple love marks on your neck and collarbone as he ran his hands through your hair, ruining your styling work. The ride didn’t last long at all before he was helping you out of the limo. He swept you off your feet and carried you up the front steps of Wayne manor.

He carried you all the way to his bedroom, were he set you on the grand king size bed. You looked up at him lustfully and licked your lips before pulling his mouth to meet yours. It was a mad gap to get rid of the clothing between you. You heard a rip and you knew sadly that the dress was history.

Very quickly the two of you were bare and he roughly entered you. You couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your throat. Damian pounded into you with a brutal pace, quickly sending you screaming over the edge. He was relentless. As you called out his name and cursed, he nibbled your ear and sucked more hickies on your slender neck. The second orgasm had your whole body shaking with ecstasy.

Do you think anyone else could make you feel this good?” he whispered against the base of your throat. You shook your head, unable to find real words. “I’m the only one who can touch you like this,” he growled deeply as he continued his rough fucking. “You belong to me,” he said bluntly.

Yes!” you screamed as your body was sent hurtling over the edge for a third time. You cried out his name like a prayer and it didn’t take him long to finish. He laid next to you, curling his arms around you to pull you against his chest. Your body felt like pudding, but his touch felt like heaven.

I love you, (Y/N),” he sighed. You smiled and pushed yourself up to kiss him sweetly and gently.

I love you, Damian,” you replied. He smiled up at you, that genuine smile that melted your heart.

“Robin, come in,” a voice spoke up from the communicator in Damian’s nightstand drawer. He sighed before grabbing the thing.

Robin, here,” he answered.

We need you and Sparrow here in the Watchtower, asap,” Jon spoke clearly.

We’ll be there in ten minutes,” he answered and tossed the communicator aside.

You wasted no time digging out the spare uniform you kept in Damian’s room. You pulled it on and groaned as you saw the purple marks all over your neck, shoulders, and chest. There was no possible way to conceal the marks in the time you were given. You narrowed your eyes at Damian as he pulled on his Robin uniform. He noticed the purple marks and smirked proudly.

Now, no one will doubt that you are mine, beloved,” he told you cheekily. You looked back at your reflection and couldn’t help but stare at the marks. “Let’s go before they send Jon after us,” he chuckled and pulled you away from the mirror. You just hoped no one had the guts to mention the marks. You didn’t feel like beating the shit out of one of your teammates.    

soul eater typing styles
  • maka: she lets her phone autocorrect most things, and while she's a fan of proper punctuation, she doesn't really bother to capitalize things unless she does it for Emphasis. when her syntax is perfect, however, you know she's pissed.
  • soul: this boy must hate holding a phone. he shortens all his words, abbreviates a bunch, and is generally extremely inconsistent w/ his style. most people think he's crytyping because he doesnt bother to correct typos. uses the word "prolly" a lot.
  • black*star: this kid will hurl every fucking emoji at you dont even test him. the 100 and laugh-crying emojis are his favorite. caps lock is his best friend. you'll never want to read the phrase "MAD GAINS" again after talking to him.
  • tsubaki: generally, a warm and welcoming typing style! she loves to use exclamation points and typed emoticons, such as ":0" and ":)". sometimes she shortens words, but not very often. replies very late.
  • death the kid: proper syntax, also he doesn't understand shortened abbreviations one bit. what does LOL mean? google is his best friend.
  • liz: cattiest damn typing style ever. she loves the word "binch" and over-uses the side-eye emoji. she wont capitalize even if her life depended on it and often doesnt really use punctuation.
  • patti: XD i maed u a cookie but i eated it O.o
  • (no but seriously. she puts up this typing shtick sometimes to rile people up, sometimes because it's fun. she can be pretty damn intelligent with her typing if you let her, though.)
The Three Mistakes Of Wen Junhui (Minghao/The8 and Jun x Male Reader Threesome)

The Three Mistakes Of Wen Junhui (And One Really Great Decision)

Author: Finn

Word Count: 6.4k

Summary: Jun has no idea how he’s gotten himself into this mess (but he really, really likes it).

(A/N: This is officially the longest and filthiest thing I have ever written. I’d be ashamed of how shameless it is but I spent a really long time on it… I’m sorry for deviating so much from the original prompt but I had a lot of fun writing it, so… I hope you all enjoy it! ~Finn)

(Warnings: Daddy/Master kink, slut-shaming, blowjobs, spitroasting, Extreme Gay™, overstimulation, double penetration, Minghao is a little shit, awkwardness towards the end)

(Admin Note: my beautiful son has done it again. I cannot even begin to express how blown away I am by this and by all of his work - he’s gonna one-up me on my own blog if I’m not careful. (I’m gonna need to post some life ending smut soon to top this. cause this is pretty damn life ending). just. Finn. wow. gonna steal my Golden Dick award. damn. a Momma has never been more proud. -Tanisha<3)

The car is quiet. Jun stirs imperceptibly, becoming aware of the silence from his earphones and a low murmuring voice from somewhere just behind him – are those Chinese words?

Keep reading

Insecure Rivalry

“This isn’t an eating contest.”
“That’s what you want me to think.” Lance says, stuffing his face with more space goo.
Keith watched as Lance choked down on the last of his dinner.

“Why is everything a god damn competition with you?” Keith asked, clearly irritated.

“Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t know.”
“Know what!? Keith yells.

The other Paladins stare blankly. They have had a lot of down time recently and it has been too obvious that Lance has made everything from sparring, and eating to first person out of the shower a competition.
Keith wasn’t having any of it. So the entire team wasn’t all that surprised with Keith’s outburst.

"I don’t know! Okay Lance! So can you stop with this stupid rivalry! It’s a joke.” Keith stands up from his seat, there is an angry heat flushing his face and he is almost baring teeth.
Shiro agrees that Lance has taken it a bit far over the week but Keith’s body language is the cherry on top.

“Lance why don’t we just let it go, I think you have had your fun.” Shiro interferes. Lance twitches when he hears Shiro defend the red Paladin.
“It’s not stupid!” Lance says, rising from his seat.
“Yeah? Well your stupid… and this,” Keith pokes at Lance’s chest. “this is not a rivalry.”
Lance is silent but he doesn’t stand down.
“Do you wanna know why? Keith provoked.
There is a longer silence and the Paladins are more than less concerned about where this is going.
"It’s not a rivalry because,” he jabs at Lance for some good measure. “Because we are not equals.”
“Keith.” Shiro objects.
Lance is almost shocked, but he’s to quick witted to let his guard down.
“Yeah!? Well that’s because I don’t need to be babied by Shiro.”

“LANCE! Stop.”
It’s a low growl, and Shiro put his hand on Lance’s shoulder pushing him down to take a seat.
He shoves his leaders hand.
“My point exactly.” He scoffs.

“You don’t know what your talking about.” Keith says grabbing his plate and removing himself from the table.
Pidge and Hunk follow in suit. There is a spark of fire in Shiro’s eyes and the Green and Yellow Paladin have no desire to see that ignite.
Lance doesn’t move, he just crosses his arm against his chest to pout.
When Lance is alone with his leader. Shiro move to sit across from the teen.
“So, you going to tell me what that was all about?”
“I don’t know. Are you?”
“What?”
“What does Keith have that I don’t? He’s hot headed, and he has that out of style mullet…. but I try, I try really hard and he still gets all your attention.”
“Thats not true.” Shiro defends.
“Your right, if your not with Keith your with Pidge…”
“Lance. Stop. Where is all this hostility coming from?” Shiro is surprised to find Lance jealous of his teammates. He’s always been so supportive, sure he said more than was necessary but he just assumed that was Lance being Lance.

They have moved from the dining hall to the observation room. Neither have said anything.
“I looked up to you dude.” It’s so quite, Shiro isn’t sure if he was meant to hear.
“I don’t understand.” Shiro says scratching the back of his head.
There is a ball that drops to the pit of lance’s stomach, which sets off tears that form at the corner of his eyes.
“Of course you don’t…. How could Shiro, My greatest hero ever understand.”
“Keith is right, it isn’t a rivalry..it can’t be when the only person i have ever wanted to impress doesn’t even look at me.”

“Lance I’m looking straight at you.”
“Yeah? What do you see?”

“I see Lance, our… um sharp shooter, the kid who always has a good joke…and…”

“Stop.”

He throws his hand up to his ears, he can’t bare to hear more.

The Black Paladin is quick to shut his mouth.

“Shiro, when I look at you.” He trembles in his wake but he holds eye contact.
“Shiro, when I first knew about you. I saw my hero, an exploration pilot that traveled to Kerberos, and when I was still a cadet that had been the farthest any man had gone out into the universe. Then I met you, and you weren’t just my hero! You were Champion among the Garla Slaves, hand picked by a princess to be the Black Paladin, Leader of Voltron.
SHIRO YOUR THE LEADER OF VOLTRON! Defender of the Galaxies…
And I’m Lance, "the kid who always has a good joke.”
There is a deadly silence because Shiro is absolutley speechless.

“I don’t want your pity, I’m not smart like Pidge and Hunk, and I know that I’ll never be as good as Keith. He works hard, and he isn’t perfect either, but I know that he looks up to you too.”

Lance pauses to find the right words.

“I don’t have a lot to offer, and I don’t know how to make myself better, but if I keep competing against him, against Keith…than maybe I’ll get better, and maybe one day you will look at me and see more than a sharpshooter, maybe one day I will be a worthy rival to Keith, but right now I’m not even his equal, I’m just a joke…so what does that make me to you?

Just a little something until I get back to my computer to finish answering those prompts.