but her new hair is so nice!

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Just some of the looks I went with from this past week. It was a busy one leading up to the Pride Parade in Chicago (posted about that earlier). I wore the black dress while visiting some local small businesses to talk to the owners. I do websites on the side for small businesses and I am looking to get some local clients instead of having them spread all around the country like the few that have now.

I have another busy week ahead of me here but hope to stream some gaming time on Thursday night (probably about 9 pm central).

I hope you all have a lovely week!

Oh, and I wore that new dress I bought to the office this week too. One of my friends saw me step off the elevator and yelled down the hallway from a large group of people with her, “OMG Ari I love your hair!” I turned beat red and tucked my hair behind my ear with a big smile said “Thank you” :) It was a nice moment! The photo below was taken at the end of the day when my hair had been more dry (the recycled air from the buildings A/C is so dry!) and wind blown.

-Ari

Tonight, The Focus is on You

Summary: It’s late at night and in the midst of getting yourself a cup of tea you hear Bucky making some mysterious noises in his room.

Warnings: smutty smut, masturbation, fluffish, Sergeant kink, metal hand kink

A/N: I’m sitting at my kitchen table writing this and I can wholeheartedly say that writing has taken over my life and I love it. I’ve had to awkwardly click off this page so many goddamn times because my family keeps walking behind me and guys it’s so uncomfortable.


You picked up your cup of tea and strutted down the hallway. You were wide awake, another nightmare had plagued your dreams and woken you up panting. You hoped the cup of tea in your hand would soothe you, stopping your body from shaking, and help you fall back to sleep.

You slowed down as you passed by each door, not wanting to wake up anyone up. You stopped outside of Bucky’s, tempted to go inside. You wondered if he was awake, if he’d hold you and listen to the details of your nightmare. You nearly dropped your cup when you heard the faintest moan through the door.

Shit!” The word slipped passed Bucky’s lips, it was barely audible through the thick wood keeping you out. You pressed your ear too the door, desperate to hear more. “It feels so good, fuck…” Another moan left him as you heard him drop down onto his mattress.

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The Hulk’s Daughter

Originally posted by hamilll

Peter Parker x Reader

The Hulk’s Daughter

Warnings: None?

Author: Morgan

Prompt: What about you being like a new avenger (and working in the lab wit father figure Bruce) and you “meet” the others for the first time at the party

Note: I took some creative liberties here…hope you don’t mind. I’ve been in a super Peter Parker mood lately, so, here ya go. Also, I’m not dead, and I think this will serve as the first of like seven-ish fics in what I call: The Morgan Reniassance.

Being a high school student was tough. Being a high school student and a student intern at the Avengers’ Tower? Tougher yet. And being a superhero on top of it all…you didn’t know how the hell you fit in time for homework, but somehow you managed. Luckily for you, it was spring break now, so you kind of had time to chill and catch up on everything you were falling behind on.

“Hey (Y/N), would you mind passing me the file over there?” Bruce Banner, your kind of sort of father figure asked, motioning across your station to a file detailing the new pieces of tech Tony had whipped up in his free time.

“Yep, no prob.” You slid it down to him. He pushed up his glasses and nodded appreciatively. You took a long sip from your mug of coffee. You hadn’t even liked it that much, but it was kind of a necessity in the lab.

“So…” Bruce smirked a little bit. “Tony’s throwing a party tonight.”

“I don’t know if I can go…you know, I have like three packets of Algebra homework to catch up on.”

“He’s not going to take that as an excuse and you know it.”

“Ughhhh, I know.”

“I think he wants you to finally meet Spiderman.”

“Wait.” This changed everything. “Spiderman is going to be there?”

“Little crush, huh?”

“W-what? Pfft, no.” Yes. “There is no way I have a crush on Spiderman.” Yes you did. “That’s ridiculous.” No. It really wasn’t.

“Don’t worry. He’s a nice kid.” Bruce removed a gear from the little bot in his hand with a pair of tweezers and then replaced it. “And I heard he has a little bit of a crush on Galactic Girl, if my sources are right.”

“OhmyGodreally?!” Your eyes glowed pink for the shortest second and you nearly fell off of your stool. “I mean, cool. That’s cool. I guess. Maybe I could meet him. Or something.”

“Okay, but if he breaks your heart, I’ll break him.”

“Okay Dad,” you smirked. He smiled. Dad. A title he never thought he would hold. And yet, here he was with this teenager who had latched onto him. And he couldn’t have been happier.

***

You walked into the party wearing a pink shirt and galaxy leggings. You had put on more makeup than usual, and you were accompanied by Tony and Bruce, one on each arm.

“And this is Wanda and Pietro and you already know Nat.” Tony introduced. “Ladies and Speedy, meet the newbie.”

“Nice to meet you,” Wanda offered her hand. Pietro smirked, Natasha smiled. You were in awe. You had heard so much about these people, and here they were, dressed in street clothes and making small talk.

“And this is Capsicle and his USO girls.” Tony motioned to Captain America himself, who was standing beside Sam and Bucky.

“Ha. Very funny.” Sam chuckled and shook his head.

“Welcome to the team, (Y/N).” Steve saluted.

“T-thank you.”

“Don’t pass out.” Bruce muttered.

“I’m trying.” You replied through an awestruck smile. And yet, the more people you were introduced to, the more it became obvious that the reason you were here…wasn’t here yet.

“Spider Boy is on his way.” Tony read a message on his phone, and not even thirty seconds later, the red-clad young super hero was clinging to the window. He peered inside for a few seconds before waving awkwardly. Unlike everyone else, he was wearing his uniform.

He climbed into the penthouse, landing on his feet right in front of Tony.

“Sorry I’m late, Mr. Stark. There was a robbery and-”

“Relax, kid. You’re fine.” He motioned to his face. “But uh-”

“Oh. Oh! Right. Sorry.” He tugged off the red mask, releasing a head of tousled brown hair and kind brown eyes. God, he was cute. Waaaaay cuter than you had expected him to be. “You uh, must be the new girl.” He thrust his hand forward. “I’m Peter Man. I mean- Spider Parker. I uh,”

“(Y/N) (L/N).” You shook his hand with a grin. “Nice to meet you, Peter.”

“You break her heart, I’ll break you,” Bruce warned with a well-meaning chuckle as he and Tony removed themselves from the conversation.

“So uh, your dad is the Hulk, huh?”

“My adoptive dad, yeah.” You laughed. “He’s awesome. Took me in after I got involved with all of this alien shit. I really don’t know what I’d do without him.” You looked over to Bruce, who was standing at the bar with Tony. “And you’re Tony’s…nephew-ish thing, right?”

“You could say that, yeah.” Peter smiled and chuckled. “I’m um, going to get changed. I swear I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll hold you to that, bug boy.” You smiled. Peter ran off as Nat walked up to you.

“So, you and Parker, huh?”

“What? I just met him.”

“Remember: I know everything.” She winked.

“Right. Of course. How could I forget?”

“Don’t smart mouth me, young lady.” She gave you a playful shove.

“Yes, ma’am.” You playfully shoved her back as Peter walked back into the room, this time wearing a Bill Nye t-shirt with a flannel and some jeans. Somehow, he was even cuter this way. “Here comes your boyfriend.” She walked away before you could retort.

“Much better.” He grinned. You nodded. There was a patch of silence, and then Tony turned on some very loud, very danceable music. Bruce met your eyes and then tilted his head towards the slowly-assembling makeshift dance floor. Peter seemed to get the hint. “Do uh, do you want to dance?”

“S-sure!” You replied. He held out his hand. You stared at it for a second before slipping yours into it.

***

“So, looks like Parker’s gonna be your son-in-law, huh Brucie?” Nat smirked as she watched you and Peter dance like the dorks you were. It was cute.

“Yeah. He’s a good kid. I’m glad things worked out.”

“Me too. But if he breaks her heart, I’ll break him in half.” Nat smirked.

“You’ll have to get in line.”

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Castiel works as a teller at his local bank, and Dean is a new mystery customer that brings in a wad of cash and crumpled singles once a week to deposit into his account.

Working as a bank teller was definitely a unique and interesting experience - and one that Castiel generally enjoyed.

Of course, there were always the customers that raised hell when they walked through the door, complaining about incorrect overdraft fees or loan interests, but for the most part, the people were pleasant and Castiel didn’t mind plastering a smile onto his face for five or six hours at a time.

He and the other tellers had their favorite customers that they always talked about, whether for the entertainment factor, or because they genuinely liked them.

There was the nice old woman who always updated the teller on her grandson’s theater career; the middle aged man who generally arrived drunk and so sure that he was a millionaire even though he wasn’t; the college-aged girl who came in with a different hair color every time; and a younger man who kept trying to convince the teller that he was haunted.

Yes, Castiel was sure that he’d seen it all - and then one day, Dean Winchester came through his line.

The moment Castiel looked up as the new face approached the counter, he was thrown off. Sandy and deliberately coiffed hair framed a perfectly symmetrical face that he was sure he’d seen on a famous statue in some museum or another. Soft green eyes blinked at him with an even softer smile as he leaned forward against the counter and tilted his head.

“Hey,” the man said, his voice almost as smooth as the marble his arms were resting against.

“Hello.” Castiel cleared his throat and smiled, praying to God that it looked natural. “How can I help you today, sir?”

The man pulled out his ID and slid it across the counter.

Dean Winchester, it read.

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Dreadneldritch

No pets were allowed on campus.

The freshman orientation guide was very, Very clear about this point. Absolutely, positively, no pets allowed. (minor exceptions to be made for service animals.) And yet here she was, 3 weeks into her first semester, sitting on the ground, staring at a cat. It was staring back.

Dread had always been fond of animals. She had never been allowed to have any pets, (her father was allergic to most things with fur, and her mother just hated animals) but she had always wanted a cat. Multiple cats, preferably. And now she was sitting on the steps of her dorm, in a college where No Pets Were Allowed, staring at the most precious little ball of fur she had ever set eyes on. She knew far too well about the other rules (she was on her second roommate, now, and the delicate horns curling from the thing-that-was-not-her-first-roommate’s face had left an… impression.) She was very good about remembering iron, salt, and not to say please or thank you. But this was a very cute cat, and she was willing to risk a little bit.

It meowed. She held out a hand, and it walked right up to her, and “oh my goodness you are just the cutest thing!” she squeaked. The cat seemed satisfied.

She was, to say the least, conflicted. The rules were very clear, and the rules were generally right, but this was a very small cat, and she did not have very many friends, and really, she already knew what she would do. “C’mere, you.” She scooped up the cat and it snuggled into her jacket. “I’m going to name you Eldritch.”

—-

It was about three weeks later that things got… actively weird. She had managed to smuggle in, via the Walmart (which had no employees that day, she left the money on the counter and hoped that nothing Else would take it) a litter box and cat food. Eldritch seemed to settle in fine, and she traded her roommate 3 dollars and a cool rock in return for not telling anyone about the very, very illegal pet currently snoozing on her lap. The roommate, whose name was Chalkboard, seemed to like the cat. Chalkboard even gave the cat a cat-toy. When Chalkboard vanished (decided to take the “fake your death to avoid breaking up with your s.o” advice a little too much to heart), Not-Chalkboard did Not like the cat. Dread caught Not-Chalkboard making what looked like a very rude hand gesture at the cat on multiple occasions, although it’s hands were strange and​ it was hard to be sure. It was when Not-Chalkboard, after having a Very Intense staring contest with the cat for about 6 minutes, saw the error of its ways and vanished, leaving Chalkboard in its place, that Dread began to think something might be up. Eldritch said nothing, as cats are wont to do, but it purred a great deal when Chalkboard let it sit on her lap while she was doing her homework. This was, to say the least, Rather Suspect. Nothing more was said about it.

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“Oh, what fresh hell is that,” [Y/N] murmured under her breath as Peter drew out the schematics for her project. Raising a brow and tilting her head, she swore that Peter had just invented a new language. Running a hand through her hair, she shook her head. “I’m going to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” Picking herself up from Peter’s bedroom floor, she walked out the room.

“So, did you ask her yet?”

Peter yelped, jumping in his bones and then quickly turning towards his bedroom window to find Ned climbing through it. “Ned!? What the heck are you doing?!”

Nonchalantly, Ned struggled to get himself into his friend’s room. Cocking a brow, he motioned towards himself, “A little help would be nice.”

Unsure of what to do, Peter scrambled up from his spot on the floor and rushed to his friends aid. Yanking on him, he spoke low. “Seriously, dude, what are you doing here?!”

Ned snickered, “To make sure you don’t chicken out.”

Scrubbing his hands over his face, Peter groaned. “Why did you climb up the fire escape? Why not, I don’t know, ring the doorbell?”

Again, Ned snickered. “Would you have let me in? Besides, I know you don’t lock your window for quick Spidey emergencies.”

“Sh, sh, sh!” Peter growled. Now, he started to panic. “You need to leave,” pointing towards the cracked bedroom door, “[Y/N] will be back here any minute. What am I suppose to tell her when she finds you here? You can’t lie, you’ve almost told her I’m Spiderman on more than one occasions and I can’t lie to her because she knows I’m hiding something. And I definitely don’t want to ask her out with you standing here.”

Shrugging, Ned pondered. “Dunno.”

Smacking his forehead, “Oh god.”

“Hey, Peter? Can we switch it up and work on history? My brain hurts from all this engineer-” stopping mid sentence, she raised a brow at the sight of Peter and Ned awkwardly standing facing each other. “Ned? When did you get here?”

“Uh, just now!”

“Funny, I didn’t hear anyone knocking.” [Y/N] crossed her arms, her brow still raised. “What’s going on?”

Peter stumbled over his words, desperate to say something that wasn’t stupid. Ned on the other hand watched his friend walk himself in circles with sounds and noises that didn’t even sound human. Rolling his eyes, Ned patted Peter’s back hard.

“What Peter’s tryin’ to say is that he likes you, a lot.  A lot, a lot. Way more then Liz and trust me when I say that because the kid was obsessed with Liz. I mean who isn’t though, you know? She’s hot and really smart,” Ned winced, “not, not that you aren’t hot or smart [Y/N]. I just mean like, Peter was just really-”

“-enough, dude.” Peter muttered, slightly humiliated.

[Y/N] crossed her arms, amused by Peter’s bright red cheeks. Trying to ignore the fact that her own face was flushing, she chuckled. “I see, and what was your purpose to crash our study session?”

Ned smiled brightly, “To make sure he didn’t mess it up!”

Nodding, “And you think he would have been worse at admitting his feelings than what you just said?”

“Uh,” Ned thought, frowning as he went over what he had said. Looking over at Peter who looked a cross between annoyed and embarrassed. “Sorry, bro….”  

Peter hid his face with his hands, “It’s alright, buddy.”

[Y/N] sucked in air and let it all back out as she thought of what to say next. This wasn’t how she pictured her night with Peter going at all. They had spent the last few weeks getting to know each other and helplessly trying to get her to understand basic mechanical engineering fundamentals. “Ned, can you give us a moment?”

Ned bowing his head, sulked out of the room.

Smiling, [Y/N] lightly nudged Peter towards his bed. Sitting down next to each other, she chuckled at the obvious mortified expression. “So,”

“So.” He repeated under his breath.

Feeling her cheeks get red, she looked down at her hands and whispered. “If it helps any, I kind of, sort of, like you too.”

Snapping his head up, “What? You do?”

Nodding, “Yeah.” Giving Peter a sideways glance, she smiled. “I didn’t plan on it but you kind of crept up on me.”

Peter stared at [Y/N] with wide eyes and an open grin. He didn’t know what to say, all he wanted to do was do a happy dance and fist pump the air a few times but he knew that if he did that, it would be even more embarrassing than what Ned had just done.

Clearing his throat, Peter looked down at his hands. “What do we do now?”

Running her hands down her legs and then standing up, she motioned towards the books that laid sprawled on the floor. “Well, we should get back to studying-”

“-Lame!” Ned uttered as he walked into the room with his arms crossed.

[Y/N] gently rolled her eyes as she sat down on the floor. “Wanna let me finish, Ned?”

Annoyingly motioning her hands for her to do so, he huffed. Muttering some words under his breath about them being idiots for studying.

Turning to Peter, she smiled. “As I was saying, we should continue to study and once we both pass, then we can decide what we’re going to do for our first date.”

Peter smiled back, “Uh, yeah, definitely.”

What?!” Ned exclaimed. Running a hand through his hair, he rose a brow. “What is wrong with you guys. You two basically professed your love and you’re going to focus on school?” Shaking his head, he groaned. “No, you two should be practicing kissing not practicing who took over Poland.”

Peter and [Y/N] exchanged looks before saying at the same time, “Get out, Ned.” Both of them laughed as he huffed and puffed out of Peter’s room.

As their laughter quieted down and they started to get back into the groove of where they were before Ned interrupted them, Peter piped up. “I’m not opposed to the kissing thing…”

Looking up from her history textbook, she quirked a brow. “How about this, if you ace your history test, I’ll consider it.”

Peter chuckled, “Oh, I’ll ace it, alright.”


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kawaii-cosplaying-kouhai  asked:

Which of Sailor Moon's outfits is your favorite (original, super, etc)? And which of her attacks/weapons/items?

With no doubt, Princess Sailor Moon’s outfit (fuku).

Those of you who haven’t watched the live action version (totally should tbh) of Sailor Moon: Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (aka PGSM) don’t know about this incarnation of Sailor Moon which is exclusive to PGSM.

Naoko herself was heavily involved in PGSM and Princess Sailor Moon is a creation she made exclusively for PGSM so you won’t see her anywhere else but in PGSM… well not exactly, the only other version that actually exists is this chibi manga version Naoko drew.

And that’s it.

I think her fuku looks the prettiest. It’s hard to compare a real life fuku with an anime one so let’s use these gorgeous drawings by the great Marco Albiero (I’m sure you all already know him) to compare.

I really love the new shade of blue of her skirt and collar as well as the lighter shade of pink of her frontal bow which is a good contrast to the previously mentioned navy blue skirt and collar. The new boots (the same she’s wearing in her Eternal Form) look great with the overall white look. The pearls are a nice detail (that pearled tiara and the pearls in her odangos circling the red gems in her hair are a cute touch). She’s also wearing Neo Queen Serenity’s tiara and her brooch replicates it. However, my favourite thing about this fuku is the lace details. They add a new elegant and stylish touch, the back bow looks amazing and so does the skirt with the lace underskirt underneath. A special mention to the lace details on her shoulders that look x100000000 better than the hideous pink gum balls of her Eternal fuku.

Lace details have always been a thing in Sailor Moon so I think it was about time it was included in the fuku somehow.

In my opinion, Princess Sailor Moon’s fuku looks the best.

And for as items and attacks, my favourite Sailor Moon wand/rod/etc has always been the Moon Stick.

I think it’s just too pretty lmao. I love the huge crescent moon and the maboroshi no ginzuishou placed on it.

The classic anime version is my favourite version, the manga one doesn’t look as good imo.

And talking about attacks, I’ve always loved those random physical attacks that Sailor Moon came up with out of the blue that were hilarious.

🌙 Sailor Moon Kick!

🌙 Sailor Body Attack!

Now being serious, Moon Tiara Action is my fave Sailor Moon attack because it’s simply iconic.

anonymous asked:

prompt: jughead is at south side high but sneaks into riverdale high for make out sessions w betty and her friends investigate and find out

Betty stared dreamily out the window of her second period chemistry class, her chin propped up in her hand, and a lazy smile gracing her face. It was raining and she had always loved the sound of the heavy water hitting the roof of Riverdale high, rain was something that was constant, there would always be rain, soft and steady or Sparatic and rough it was always there to wash away the bad.

A heavy hand dropped to her shoulder and she looked up to find her teacher smiling down at her and gesturing to the empty classroom, she must have been daydreaming for longer than she thought, smiling apologetically she gathered her books and walked into the empty halls, it was lunchtime and no one ever hung around when food and socializing were on the table.

JJ: alas fair Juliet, our schools may part us but parting be but sweet sorrow.

Betty giggled at the silly text message her very favorite boy had sent her, his wide vocabulary wasnt something anyone ever expected when they met the dark haired Serpent.

“Wow whoever can make you laugh like that must really be something special.”

Betty whipped around at the familiar voice, a grin breaking out on her face as she eyed the boy up and down.

Jughead Jones was leaning casually against the dark blue lockers, a toothpick dangling lazily from his mouth and his leather jacket snug on his shoulders, his wavy dark hair was messy and His hands were shoved in his pockets, a goofy grin on his face.

“What are you doing here? How did you even get in the building?” Betty asked, her perfect blonde ponytail bouncing as she walked towards the mysterious boy. Jughead instantly reached his hands out and gripped her tiny waist, his fingers playing with the waist band of her cheerleading skirt.

“I have my ways.” He grinned lazily “a guy can’t visit his girl in her beautiful, state of the art highschool? I mean look at those water fountains, Southside highs only have brown water.” He shrugged.

“Oh I totally get it, you’re using me for my water fountains, That’s fine.” She teased, her hands moving to play with the dark curls at the base of his neck, his eyes instantly falling closed at the familiar comfort of her smooth fingers.

It all started a few months ago, Betty had been helping Jugheads father fix up an old Harley in the backyard of his trailer, she had been referred by Pops and she was more than happy to help. He didn’t think he had seen anything sexier than the gorgeous blonde covered in motor oil, holding a wrench as her tiny denim shorts and tiny white tshirt dripped with water form the sprinkler next door. He quickly learned how complicated her life was and his interest in her only peaked, for someone so small she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders, he wanted to do everything he could to carry some of that weight.

“Is that okay?” Jughead heard Betty ask from his embrace, tearing him out of his thoughts.

“Hmm?” He smiled apologetically

Betty giggled
“I said, I’m going to stop by the bar today, I sewed up vipers jacket and I promised Hause I would drop off cupcakes for his daughters birthday.”

That was the other thing, Betty had embraced the Serpents almost immediately, they were a second family to her and she never judged, even though he could sense her worry as she cleaned him up from some particularly nasty brawl, she never said anything, just kissed his bruises and helped him tug his jacket back on.

“Sounds good to me beautiful.” He dropped his lips to hers and her hands moved up slightly, burying in his hair.

After about a minute of holding each other they were both ripped apart by the clearing of a throat and the slamming of a locker. Betty pulled away shocked as Jughead kept his hands on her her waist, his guard instantly up.

“Betty Cooper you have some explaining to do.” A dark haired girl smirked, her arms crossed over chest as the boy beside her stared with wide eyes.

The second boy clapped excitedly
“You’re a Serpent! Oh this is fantastic, Betty why didn’t you tell me! This is amazing!”

Jughead raised a brow, but Kevin cut her off, moving to grab Jugheads hand and shaking firmly
“My name is Kevin Keller my boyfriend, Joaquin? He’s part of your gang, we can definitely do double dates now!”

He heard Betty giggle from beside him and he couldn’t help the smile that creeped up on his face.

“I’m Veronica Lodge and this is my boyfriend Archie Andrews, were Betty’s best friends and we’ve never heard of you.” She stared evenly at Jughead as Archie straightened his back, squaring off against the new guy.

“Jughead Jones. I’m the boyfriend, happy to meet you.” He stuck his hand out for the raven haired girl to grab, she took it hesitantly and elbowed the red haired boy.

“Archie Andrews.” He grunted. Jughead tried to hide his smirk.

“Nice to meet you dude.”

Something seemed to soften in the quarterbacks eyes and he grabbed the leather jacket wearing boys hand

“Same here man.”

With introductions done Jughead looked back to his girlfriend and brought her hand to his mouth
“I’ve gotta get back, I can only avoid Southside high for so long.” He sighed pressing his lips to her knuckles and pulling away as she smiled lovingly at him

“See you tonight?” She asked softly

He nodded, a look of complete adoration in his eyes that wasn’t missed by the three friends, Kevin and Veronica visibly swooning

“I’m not sure what your plans for tonight are but why don’t you two join us for a milkshake at pops later on, Archie’s treat.” Veronica asked, gently nudging her boyfriend as he grunted and rolled her eyes.

Jughead just stared at the girl in surprise, his eyes turning back to Betty’s for assurance, she nodded excitedly and he couldn’t help but chuckle

“We’ll be there” he said finally “thanks”

With that he threw one last glance at his beautiful girlfriend before heading out the doors of Riverdale high.

It was silent for a few moments before Kevin broke the moment

“I love him.” He said dreamily. “If you don’t want him I’ll take him.”

Betty laughed heartily

“Sorry Kevin but that ones all mine.”

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length: 1.9k

genre(s): the fluffiest angst

triggers/warnings: none!

an accident in class turns simon’s hair pink, triggering old memories for baz and bringing the two of them closer than before

a/n: much love to @cherryonsimon for the beta! go tell her nice things!! @bazwillendinflames i don’t know if this is exactly the fic you were imagining but thank you for getting me out of my writing slump ^__^ from now until the end of july i will be posting a new fic every wednesday so you can track the tag #egfics to keep up!! (the readmore might not work on mobile so just click my url to get to the post!!)



Baz

I smell Snow before I see him. I’d know the scent anywhere. The cloying smokiness of him; forever the cruelest joke. I hear him too, clomping up the stairs in that way of his. Like he’s always got somewhere to be, and he has to be bloody loud to get there.

He gets closer to the room, and I brace myself. I don’t know what kind of mood he’s in, but I don’t feel like fighting today. I haven’t been to any of my classes . Instead, I’ve been working on a paper for my last one of the day, and I still haven’t finished. (It’s Snow’s fault, of course. I’ve had days, but he keeps distracting me.)

The door to our room flies open with a bang and there’s Snow, breathing heavy and scowling. He looks like he’s just been for a run. I almost comment on his appearance, something snide and cutting. Something sure to remind him that we hate each other.

Then I notice his hair. It’s…

It’s pink. Simon’s hair–his normally bronze hair–is pink. Not just pink, but the colour and texture of the candy floss. The kind I used to get whenever I went to the fair with my mother when I was a child. When my mother was still alive. The memory hits me hard. She’d despised the stuff. Hated the way it made everything sticky and pink. But she knew I loved it, and made sure to get me one every time.

Feelings that had been locked away for years threaten to spill out, and I turn my head. I can’t look at him. Not with that hair. It hurts too much. I can feel Snow glaring at me, though I can’t imagine why. Surely he can’t be blaming me for this. I wasn’t even in class today; again, I’ve been working on this paper. I wonder what I missed.

He clears his throat. “This is all your fault.”

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Before It’s Too Late (part 10)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: lil bit of this, lil bit of that

A/N: I remember back in 5th grade I got an A+ on a paper I wrote about how fun it was to collect rocks lmao.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Steve spat at his childhood best friend.

It had been three days since you had confessed your love for Bucky and he was now telling Sam and Steve about it.

“Right? I mean how could she do that to me? How could she put me in such a situation where-”

“No, Bucky,” Steve cut him off. “How stupid are you? I mean honestly, Buck, how fucking idiotic do you have to be to blame Y/N for – well, for having feelings for you.”

Bucky scoffed. “Steve, it’s fucked up.”

“How so?”

“That’s what I’d like to know.” Sam agrees as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“It’s fucked up because I have a girlfriend-”

“Yeah we know that already.” Sam spat.

Bucky shot his friend a mean look before continuing. “-and she knows that. Now I’m in an awkward position.”

“Awkward position?” Steve repeats and the long haired brunette nods.

“Yeah. She’s in love with me but I’m in a relationship. Awkward position. I don’t know what to do.”

Sam scoffs. “Here’s a suggestion; get your head out of your ass and accept the fact that you feel the same towards Y/N.”

“But I don’t.”

“Bullshit.”

“You know, you don’t have to listen to what I’m saying.” Bucky huffed.

“You’re right, I don’t.” Sam stood up from the couch. “It’s bullshit anyways.”

The blonde and brunette watched as Sam walked over to the door with intentions to leave but was stopped when he opened the door to a fuming Natasha. Sam opened his mouth to greet the red head but was cut off by her pushing him out of the way.

She stormed over to Bucky, standing in front of him as he sat on the couch.

“Hey Nat, What’s u-”

He was cut off when her hand made contact with his cheek. Hard. The brunette cups his cheek, mouth gaped and he looked up at the red head in bewilderment.

“What the fuck did you do to Y/N?!” she shouts, becoming angrier just by looking at Bucky.

“W-What do you mean? I-”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Barnes! She’s been locked up in her room for three fucking days. She hasn’t been going to her classes, I don’t even know if she’s been eating or staying hydrated!” she exclaimed.

“How do you know it’s me who’s done something? For all you know it could be someone else!” Bucky replied.

“Because, you inconsiderate piece of dog shit, Wanda and I went into her room at check up on her and when we asked what was wrong the only thing she said was your name before she started crying so I ask again; what the fuck did you do to Y/N.” it wasn’t a question. It was more of ‘tell me or else I’ll murder you’. He didn’t have a choice.

Bucky gulped. “I… well I… it’s kind of-”

“He rejected Y/N.” Sam says for him. “But that’s not all. It wasn’t just a ‘oh I’m sorry, I don’t feel the same way, I have a girlfriend’ he made her feel like shit. He yelled at her for having feelings for him, made her cry and didn’t bother to stop until, of course Kristen came.”

Bucky looked at Natasha whose eyes were shooting daggers into him. He genuinely feared for his life, even more so when she lunged at him but was pulled back by Steve.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!” she shouted as she struggled to get free. “I can’t fucking believe you, Bucky! She tells you how she feels about you and then you pull some bullshit like this!”

“Woah, woah, woah, how about we talk about the fact that you all knew she was in love with me yet none of you guys even bothered to tell me?!” he looked around at his friends.

“Because it wasn’t for us to tell! It was how she felt, not how we felt! She had to be the one to tell you!” the red head replied.

“Well why the hell did she wait five fucking years?!” Bucky yelled as he stood up. “Why’d she wait till I was in a relationship?!”

“Because she was scared!” Natasha gave up and let Steve hold her back. She let out a huff and fixed her hair that had landed in her face. “I told her to tell you how she felt before it was too late. It was eating her up, Bucky. I couldn’t stand there and watch my best friend slowly get her heart broken but seeing her like this, right now at this moment,” she shakes her head. “it breaks my heart. You’ve completely broken her, Bucky.”

She breaks free from Steve’s grasp and walks over to the door. Glancing over her shoulder at the brunette, she shakes her head again. “A simple ‘I don’t feel the same way, I’m sorry’ would have sufficed.”

And she was gone.

It was quiet. Sam and Steve watched Bucky who was looking down at the floor, walking around the living room.

“Buck.” Steve said softly.

Bucky reached out and grabbed a vase that they had bought for decoration and smashed it on the floor, startling both Steve and Sam.

“God damnit!” he yelled. “God fucking d-” he stopped mid-sentence to knock over the little coffee table, kicking it until it was ruined.

“Bucky, calm down.” Steve says, walking over to his friend who swung around.

“Look what I did, Steve. Look. I ruined Y/N – I ruined my relationship with her! Why? Because I’m a fucking asshole who can’t admit the god damn truth!”

“What do you mean you can’t admit the truth? What truth?” he questioned.

Bucky scoffed. “Oh, as if you guys didn’t know.” He rolled his eyes. “I like Y/N.”

“Wait,” Sam jumps over the couch to join Steve and Bucky. “So you’re telling me that you rejected Y/N, yelled at her for having feelings for you but you feel the same way towards her?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “It’s stupid, I know but throughout the years of knowing her I learned what her type was. Every time she would say someone was cute, they would fit right into her type of guys that she likes. Even past guys she’s liked all into the type of guys she likes.”

“What type of guys does she like?” Steve pressed on.

“She likes preppy, high-classed guys. Guys who gel their hair and keep it nice, guys who probably go golfing and wear polos. That’s the kind of guy she likes and do you think I fall under that? Hell no. I’m nowhere close to that so why even try?” he plops down on the couch and rubs his face with his hands. “When I kissed her on New Year’s it was the best fucking kiss I’ve ever had. I’d kiss her over and over again if I could. I thought she liked it, hell, I did but afterwards she said nothing. Just stared at me. The car ride home, nothing. Not even a goodnight when we went to sleep. She laid on the opposite side of her bed just to get away from me.

“I tried getting over her. All those girls I’ve went on dates with never even compared to Y/N but I knew I had to get over her. That’s when I met Kristen and she was pretty cool. I like her. But that’s it.” Bucky sighed and looked up at Sam and Steve. “That day in the hallway, when she told me she was in love with me, it was all I’ve ever wanted to hear. But it irritated me because why wait so damn long? Why wait until I’m getting over her to tell me how she felt? I get it, she was scared, I understand that but just… why?”

There was a pause before he sighed. “For a split second I thought Vis told her that I was in love with her and she was just saying all of that, just playing with my emotions which was why I acted so mean.”

“Wait, Vis knew?” Steve questioned and Bucky nodded. “How the hell did he know but I didn’t?”

“It’s not something I was broadcasting to the world, Steve.” He rolled his eyes. “Vis came over to hang out but I was finishing up my art project and he found my sketch book – well he didn’t find it, it was just laying on my bed – anyways he looked through my sketch book and I have… a lot of drawings of Y/N and some other sappy things. I guess it’s like my diary except I don’t express my feelings through words, I express them through drawings.”

Sam and Steve nod before Bucky continued.

“I wanted to throw myself into Y/N’s arms, to hold her and kiss her but I couldn’t. Especially when Kristen came. I had forgotten she was coming over.” The brunette sighs. “I fucked up, didn’t I?”

“Big time, my friend.” Sam pats his shoulder.

“What should I do? I have to talk to her. I have to make things right, to tell her that-that I feel the same way. She needs to know-”

“Slow your roll, Bucky.” Steve says. “Give her some time. And don’t forget that you need to talk to Kristen first. She deserves to know what’s happening… also you don’t want to go over to Y/N’s right now, I’m sure Natasha’s still pissed and Wanda will definitely be pissed. You won’t make it out alive.”

Bucky sits back on the couch and sighs. “You’re right, you’re right. I’ll go talk to Kristen tomorrow.”


It had now been day five since you confessed your love for Bucky and today was your first time back in class. The day had went by smoothly and you were in your last class of the day which just so happened to be your creative writing class. The class had ended and you took your time packing up. When you looked around, everyone had left and it was now just you and your professor.

You walked over to her desk and she greeted you with a warm smile. “What can I do for you miss Y/L/N?”

“I actually wanted to talk to you about my last paper. Y’know, the one where we had to write about the time we felt the most pain in our lives?” you say and your professor nods.

“Ah, yes. It wasn’t your best work.” She frowned.

“I know which was why I came to ask you if there was a possibility that I could rewrite it. I know it’s a long shot but I know I could do so much better.”

Your professor thinks it over before nodding. “I’ll let you rewrite it but only because I know you can do better. Your writing is amazing. That and I let a few other students rewrite theirs.”

You smile. “Thank you so much.”

“Not a problem.” She responds. “Turn it in by Friday.”

With a nod and another thank you, you leave the classroom and make your way to your car.

As you arrived at your apartment building, you looked around for Bucky’s car. You didn’t want to bump into him. You hadn’t seen him for 5 days, he had been ignoring you but it was probably for the better. You wouldn’t be able to be in the same room with him without crying.

You make it into your apartment without running into anyone and see Natasha and Wanda sitting on the couch. They turn their heads to you and you flash them a smile, although it wasn’t a big one.

“Hey guys.” You greet. “What’re you guys doing home?”

“I don’t have softball practice today.” Wanda says.

“Yeah and I just have nothing to do.” Nat shrugged.

“You’re not hanging out with Bruce today?” you questioned, locking up the door.

“Nah, he’s out with Tony and Steve.” She responds. You nod your head slowly all while Natasha and Wanda watched you like and eagle watching its prey.

“How are you feeling?” Natasha asks.

“Uh… good – better than yesterday so we’re getting somewhere.” you smile.

“That’s good.” She nods.

The three of you stare at each other before you clear your throat. “Well I’m gonna go in my room now.”

“No, stay out here and watch a movie with us!” Wanda exclaimed and Nat nods her head in agreement.

“Maybe later. I have to rewrite something for my creative writing class. It won’t take long, I promise.” You say.

“Okay. We’ll let you pick the movie.” Natasha replies.

You nod and disappear into your room. You throw your bag onto your bed before sitting down on your chair and sighing. The last time you sat in this chair was when you were writing for your last paper and Bucky was sitting on your bed just-

“No.” you say. “I’m not going to think about him.”

You turn around and get your notebook and pen out of your bag before setting them on your desk. You take one look at your blank piece paper before starting to write.

What is pain? Pain is that heart-wrenching feeling you get. You know, the one where your heart physically clenches and you feel like you can’t breathe.

I didn’t know what real pain felt like until now. I just thought pain was the feeling you got when you fell and scraped your knee or - in my case - when you fall off your roof and your thigh gets impaled by a shard of glass.

That’s what I thought pain was.

I never thought about the pain you get when you tell the person that you’ve been in love with for five years that you’re in love with them only for them to not feel the same way. It hurts.

Now I know I could give you the short version and be done with this quickly but I’d rather not.

This is about the most pain I’ve ever felt in my life. This is about my first heartbreak.

It all started years ago with my best friend James….


A/N: I’M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS PART WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I HOPE YA ENJOY, TELL ME WHAT YA THINK!

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anonymous asked:

Any tips on shaving a Little's pussy?

Shaving your little ones princess parts can be both and enjoyable and extremely intimate experience.. and one that you can enjoy greatly outside of the sexual aspect of it.

Every time I have done it, Ive done it with one laying in bed.. (because I am a pro)… and have found it to be the easiest and most comfortable. Though a novice may want to begin in the shower, but of course this would place the daddy on his knees which some littles find to be an incredible turn off. 

Side story from Misters diary: I once had a new sub kneeling in front of me staring into the mirror in front of her as I paced around… I did things like stroke her hair, massage her shoulders, and what not… and the look on her face was absolute ecstasy… that is, until i got onto my knees and placed myself at her level. Her face immediately cringed and her headspace went askew. She later remarked that seeing me in that position internally felt like a car crash for her.

but i digress… its probably best for novices. The constant flow of water and heat will help you.

anyways, my methods have always involved a “close” to brand new mach 3 or mach 4 gilette razor. using a cheap bag of 99 cent BIC brand or something you picked up at the dollar store is going to end up with some ugly princess parts and a scorned little. 

You will also need a few towels.. one to place under her bottom, one to make a hot compress. (if you dont know how to do this, look it up).. and one warm damp one for comforting and cleaning.

A good shave gel… personally i always used edge gel, but make sure its not mentholated or has any kind of stuff in it that puts off a strong scent. One slip when applying it and you might as well go masturbate with some icy hot. Because thats how shes going to feel. 

Youll also need a two bowls of above luke warm water. one for swishing your razor after every stroke… and one for general cleaning and wiping the area as you go.

I also recommend some soothing jazz or instrumental music… 

Now… as you begin, place the hot compress on the area just like you would if you were getting a neck shave at your barber shop. If thats never happened to you.. you are not a man and should stop reading this and go wrestle a bear with your bare hands. I did once, it was amazing.. i recommend every man put it on their bucket list.

after you have claimed manhood, come back and apply the compress. Let the skin get nice and warm and soft, then apply a lather of shaving cream. you want it a little thick… and have that damp warm towel and your bowl of water nearby.

ultimate shaving tip: Never go against the grain. ever. especially with princess parts.

keep in mind, commercial razors are built in a way that you dont necessarily have to worry about cutting her. just be very aware of where everything is down there, and above all else have patience and take your time. re-lather as needed, but every time you do.. apply the compress first. make sure it stays warm. A good trick is keeping it wrapped in aluminum foil when not using it.

as you make shaving strokes… take a little cream and run back over the spot and feel with your fingers for stubble and places you may have missed. it works best with shaving cream because water and freshly shaven intimate areas can turn to a rubbery consistency. Plus, you may irritate the area. A razor already micro-irritates the skin its dragged across. Which is why the blade should be almost new. Too new and you’re going dexter on her… too old and you’re in for being kicked in the genitals.

Once you are finished… wipe down the area of all remaining cream and leftover hairs, then apply the compress again. After its had some time to sit.. rub a little bit of coconut oil or baby oil into the area to make it nice and soft and voila, you have successfully done your first intimate shave job.

Slow and steady wins the race here… so take your time and make it enjoyable for the both of you.

bring me home in a blinding dream

title from ‘castle of glass’ by linkin park. another of those fake dating aus because apparently they’re the source of my life.


She was going to kill Mary Margaret.

It’s one thing being set up on a blind date. Emma had suffered through enough of those; her sister-in-law kindly believes that there’s a soulmate out there for everyone, and the way to find them is through chance encounters. Emma gets plenty of chance encounters. Nothing like being a bail bondswoman to introduce you to a lot of men.

(She had pointed that out to Mary Margaret the day before. Her sister-in-law had frowned, raised an eyebrow, and said, “Yes, you definitely want to spend the rest of your life with a criminal who you caught while wearing four-inch stilettos. No, you’re going out to dinner with a friend of a friend of a friend that I heard was recently single. Tomorrow night. At seven. Be prepared.” She had then kissed Emma on the cheek, pushed her toward the couch, and had left Emma’s apartment without so much as a chipper “bye!”)

It’s quite another thing being stood up on a blind date.

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What people think Lena Luthor is like: *Icy. Unemotional. Always has a steely gaze in her eyes. Goes to bed every night and wakes up every morning with perfect hair and make-up. Owns nothing but black pant suits. Has never cried, ever. Will destroy you. Speaks in chess metaphors. Never smiles*

What Lena Luthor is actually like: *Has cried thirty-seven times today. Adopts stray animals so often that no one asks questions when They see strange new ones in her apartment. Gets emotional at videos of dogs being reunited with Their owners. Loves hugging and cuddling. Always wants to be the little spoon. Her bed is covered in stuffed animals. If you were nice to her once seventeen years ago, she probably still loves you for it. Will physically fight you if you disrespect Kara. Pets every dog she comes across and usually has to be pulled away by someone. Will cry if you raise your voice at her.*

Welcome Home : Jughead Jones

request: such a weird request, but can you please write one where y/n comes back into town (she left as a child) and everybody hardly recognizes her? and she’s this little happy bubbly hippie kinda girl and for some reason Jug is like, head over heels! if you get this, i’d like to thank you in advance cause you probably made me squeal. thanks love 💕💕

requested by: anonymous

A/N: I really hope you guys enjoying this. love ya, xx aubree

warnings: none :)

word count: 591

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MASTERLIST

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After nine years, Y/N and her family were finally moving to Riverdale. They had moved away due to her father’s job and she was so excited to see all of her old childhood friends. She wondered if they would even recognize each other. 

Of all of the people she left behind in Riverdale, Y/N missed Jughead Jones the most. They were the closet. They used to sneak cookies up into his treehouse and they would end up eating the whole box and getting in trouble for it. Back then, they were almost the same. He wasn’t reclusive and brooding. He was just as happy and bubbly as she was. Granted, they were only seven. 

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Family portraits

Batfamweek 2017, day #1: family.

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It starts with a casual comment, one that shouldn’t bother him so much. And it doesn’t. Not right away.

“You don’t have any photo on your desk”, the new girl says. She started working at WE two weeks ago and Tim thinks her name is Kathy, or July, or something like that. He’ll pick it up eventually. Now he just blinks up at her from behind the pile of reports he’s working on.

“Sorry?”

She bits her bottom lip, now looking embarrassed at her own straightforwardness, and vaguely gestures at his desk again.

“No photos”, she repeats. “People usually have photos on their desk. Family. Girlfriends or boyfriends. You know?”

Family, girlfriends, boyfriends. Yes, Tim knows.

“Well”, he smiles politely. “I’m just trying not to look like I’m fifty and live only for my work, to the point to spend all my time in my office and need photographic reminders of what my family looks like.”

Kathy or July or something like that frowns at him.

“Beside, my family is really ugly”, Tim continues, going for less subtle sarcasm, but the joke doesn’t really comes out his mouth as a joke, and KathyJulySomethingLikeThat looks more confused than before.

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I think that there was a point in time where both Mila and Yuri were pining for Otabek’s affection. And once the siblings found out about each other’s crushes, there were constant battles to the near-death. Of course, they had to be very discrete about their fighting. Like, imagine this epic montage with “One Way or Another” playing in the back:

  • Mila comes onto the ice rink with a flower she picked just for Otabek, and out of nowhere Yuri appears with this giant bouquet complete with little balloons and plushies.
  • Yuri expecting to get a ride home with Otabek on his motorcycle, but going outside with his bags just to see Mila putting on a helmet. Once she notices Yuri she promptly wraps her arms around Otabek’s waist and smiles sweetly at Yuri. This results in Yuri angrily calling Nikolai and telling him he needs a ride home, and he most definitely throws his phone at the ground after ending that call.
  • EVERY TIME the St. Petersburg gang goes out to dinner, there is ALWAYS a fight under the table between Mila and Yuri as they flank Otabek and vie for his attention. Georgi has lost count of how many times he’s been kicked (On accident, we swear Georgi), and Victor and Yuuri have had their drinks spilled across the table at least once a meal. Otabek pretends to be blissfully unaware of all the commotion.
  • Mila constantly trying to persuade Otabek to go into pair skating with her as a partner and Yuri subsequently trying to keep Otabek in Mens’ Singles to maintain their “friendly” competition.
  • Absolutely losing their minds when they think the other is getting too touchy-feely with Otabek. Constantly one-upping each other with “He told me he loves red hair!” “Well, he and I have pet names for each other!”

However, Mila notices how Otabek is when he’s with Yuri and realizes that, omg, baby brother and Beka were meant to be (and her new crush on Sara is a nice distraction), so she’s on board to try and set Otabek and Yuri up. She finally gets Otabek to fess up and tell her his feelings, and Mila makes it her mission to be the best Older Sister Matchmaker ever.

Spoiler alert: She totally won that title after she saw Otabek’s Snapchat story last night documenting his “date with Yura”. Yuri telling her all about his first kiss was some extra credit.

Batter & Cheerleader (Jeff Atkins)

Requested: Yep!

Words: 3485

Warnings: A bit angst, some swearing, and I don’t know if I should include this here, but there is a special appearance!

Request: @smiles-and-skittles:  Hey! So I just found your blog and I was wondering if I could request a Jeff Atkins imagine where the reader is the new girl and he shows her around school and ends up asking her out to Monet’s or something?

So sorry for the long long wait but here it is!

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Liberty High, Admissions office

“So here’s your schedule and locker combination.” The lady said, handing Alison, her schedule.

“Thanks. Are there cheerleading tryouts this week?” Alison asked

“I don’t know dear. You can ask Sheri Holland, she’s the head cheerleader” She smiled

“Okay thanks” Alison smiled back, and She turned her head to the opening door, revealing a cute tall guy with his ear pierced

“And here’s your peer mentor, Jeff Atkins” She pointed to the guy

“You know I’m only doing this because you promised extra credit right?” He said to the lady

“Yes. It will be added to your record” The lady said, rolling her eyes at the him

Then he turned his head to Alison, and Jeff Atkins was speechless. He tried forming words in his mouth but it’s like his mind just wanted to stare at the beauty in front of him. He knows that he hasn’t even spoken two words to her, but he found himself getting lost in her eyes that were pulling him in and he swears that he somehow saw himself falling in love with this girl and he doesn’t even know her name.

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King’s Crown Bar (Ch. 4)

Ch 1 / Ch 2 / Ch 3

Bughead Smut


After Betty and Jughead laid in bed for a few minutes, their breathing eventually returning to normal. Jughead swung his legs out from the covers and stood up.

“Where are you going?” Betty asked, a smile playing on her lips.

“To get us some water.”

“Like that?” She smirked. A thin sheet was pulled over her body.

Jughead shrugged. “My roommate isn’t home right now.”

“Good,” Betty sighed.

Jughead turned and cocked his eyebrow.

“Nevermind, it’s a long story. Let’s just say we know each other.”

Jughead’s nose crinkled. “Just how well?”

“Oh, god, not like that. He’s like my-was, he was like my brother.”

Jughead nodded and left the room, coming back a moment later with two bottles of water. He tossed one to her. “Rehydrate, you’re going to need it.” He smirked.

Betty took a long sip, then pressed the cold bottle against her heated skin.  "Come here,“ She murmured. She sat up, letting the thing sheet fall to her lap, revealing her breasts.

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