but just wanted to finish this one by tonight

I WANT TO WRITE TONIGHT!

I’m finishing up two commissions which should take me the next hour or so, but after that I’d like to get down to business and do some writing. I have starter replies I owe people, drafts, memes out the wazoo, and a whole bunch of other stuff but I’m absolute garbage at figuring out where to start. So like this if you’re interested in getting SOMETHING from myself. Whether it be a starter, reply, meme response, ect, just hit this and something’ll happen, okay? 

REMINDER that I am trying to take on one thread per mun/character right now, save for like, two people. Meaning multiple threads and things are something I’ll build back up to in time.

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  • did the stationary bike (30 min) + elliptical (20 min) back to back today with anna. my peroneal tendon is still pretty tight but those didn’t bother it at all, and it definitely felt really really reeeeally good to get the cross training in. still doin’ a lot of thinking. just want to be running.
  • then we did some core + i did some lightly weighted squats and lunges but the calf raises hurt a bit too much still so i nixed those. it! was! good!
  • i need to do my ink drawing assignment tonight and that techique is soooo unforgiving and it going to be tedious and irritating haha, i’d rather just finish my economics pset because i actually understand this one entirely on my own and it’s making me feel like a winner. 
  • starving but waiting for abbie to finish her shakeout before i do anything for dinner. plus it’s only 4:30 lol. we’ve gotten a bit lazy with our food shopping and cooking and were talking about becoming eating associates at our friends’ dorm in the cowell cluster? WE SHALL SEE. 
  • this is a mildly pointless post! but i’ve decided that things are together and i am doing well :~) 
Caught you

Hoseok x reader

Genre: smut,
Warnings: masturbation, strong language, eating out.

words: 1991


Authors note: Basically i purely sinned and im so sorry hahaha hoseok is my man so yes this is probably really good or really bad. either way: i apoligize <3 love you guys. I’ll be working on the other drabble request tonight i swear. I should have a yoongi one up soon after this. 

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I missed you.

happy ambiguous winter holiday month day 5

Based on the prompt: “I missed you”

words: 1298

warnings: uh. none.


The doorbell rang while you were finishing up your makeup. You were supposed to see a play tonight with your best friend. After your breakup with Josh, your friends had been trying their hardest to keep you from moping around at home. You just wanted to sit down and take a break but they didn’t want to take chances just yet.

It had been 2 months since the split and you were doing well with all things considered but they were still insistent on keeping you busy.

“Hold your horses, it isn’t exactly easy getting to the door in heels and you’re early!” you shouted as the bell rang again. You pulled the door open, expecting your friend.

Everyone says that seeing your ex for the first time after a breakup was an emotional experience but you were just mad. The two of you hadn’t split on amicable terms no matter how much you wish you had. He had gotten jealous over the time you spent with other people and accused you of cheating in front of the twenty one pilots crew. You walked out of his apartment for the last time later that day.

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked, his voice quiet. “What are you doing here?” you ask, not paying mind to his question.

“I, uh, brought some of your stuff that you forgot when you, uh, moved out.” he stammered. When you left, you had been in a rush so it wasn’t surprising to hear that you had forgotten things. “There are a couple boxes in my car. I can come back later if right now isn’t a good time.” You paused for a moment before responding.

“I actually have some of your stuff too.” you say. For some reason seeing Josh made your throat feel tight and you felt almost as if you were on the verge of tears. Pulling yourself together, you walked behind him to his car.

Watching as he opened his trunk, you couldn’t help but remember the times you’d spent in his car.

“You take up too much space, babe.” you giggled as Josh wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. The two of you were stargazing in the back of his car but no one thought beforehand about how little space there was in his car.

“Maybe taking my car was just a ploy to get you closer to me. Ever think of that? Hm?” he asked, not able to contain his laughter.

“You okay there?” you heard Josh question as you snapped back to reality. You just nodded, not really trusting your voice to not give away your current state of emotion. It took a few trips to get everything out of the back of his car but he was nice enough to help you out.

The two of you stood in the living room once the boxes were inside. It was quiet in the room. Almost as if the two of you didn’t want to acknowledge that you were actually in the same room but didn’t want to make any moves to change it.

“I should probably get going.” He said, after a few awkward moments of quiet.

“Do you want to stay for a little while? Have a cup of coffee?” You asked. Not really thinking about the fact that you were inviting the man who had broken your heart only a few months prior to stick around a little longer for some coffee.

“I-uh. Would that not be weird? I think that would be weird considering the circumstances and all.” he rambled, pushing his hands into his pockets to try to hide the fact that he was fidgety.

“It’s just a cup of coffee.” you assured him. He looked more at ease now for some reason, leaning against your kitchen counter, watching you make coffee like he had at least a hundred times before.

“So. Uh. How have you been?” he asked hesitantly.

“Not really anything has changed. Still hate small talk and love coffee that could pass as candy.” you stated, easing into the idea of him being here as you listened to his melodic laugh that you had missed so much since the split. All you wanted to do was coax it out of him all day.

You handed him his coffee in a mug that he had bought as a joke when the two of you were in Paris together the summer before. You didn’t really linger much on the memory, only thinking about the fact that it was close to the front of the shelf and that he had always favored the cup.

The two of you slipped back into the silence from the living room as you sat on the counter and sipped on your coffee as he did the same.

“So.” you started, hoping he would think of something to say. “So…” he responded. “This is weird isn’t it?”

“Maybe just a tiny bit.” you responded as a small giggle escaped your lips. His smile instinctively widening at the sound.

The two of you thoughtlessly slipped into conversation. Words flowing and smiles dominating your faces as you slipped back into old ways, not noticing that the two of you were gradually getting closer to each other, initiating contact, and catching up as if nothing had ever happened.

“And then Tyler walked in and Jenna smashed the pie in his face.” you were almost in tears from giggling at the stories that Josh had accumulated over the last few months.

“I’ve missed you.” he sighed as your shared laughter subsided.

“I’ve missed you too.” you say, your breath shaky from laughter and the realization of how physically close the two of you have become.

The next few moments feel like a blur as Josh’s lips come into contact with yours again after so long without it. His kiss is soft and delicate, as if he is afraid that kissing you too hard might shatter this moment into a million indistinguishable pieces.

At first you’re shocked but it doesn’t take you long to wrap your arms around his neck and tangle your fingers in his hair like you used to. Everything feeling so familiar as his arms coil around your waist.

As it dawns on you, the levity of making out with your ex when he was just trying to return your things, you pull away slowly, a soft giggle escaping your lips. “Joshua, what are we doing?” you ask. Not quite sure if you want to hear the answer.

“Hopefully something we won’t regret.” he smiles as he presses his mouth back to yours. You melt into his embrace, trying to forget that the two of you were not together anymore and that your friend would kill you if she were to know what shenanigans were taking place in your kitchen right now.

“[y/f/n]’s gonna kill me” you mumble to Josh between kisses.He hummed a soft “mhm” in response, obviously not really listening to what you were saying, just wanting to get on with the activity at hand as he shifted from sitting on the counter to standing on the kitchen floor, his hips between your legs that still rested on the counter top.

You were too preoccupied to hear the front door open when your friend arrived and Josh didn’t seem to hear it either. Until she walked in the room.

“Ahem.” causing you to jump and pull away from Josh as he spun around to see who was in the kitchen.

“Are you two fucking serious?” she raised her voice. Obviously angry with the lack of self control. Or maybe angry that you were probably not going to the play that the two of you were supposed to see tonight.

Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #20

Rules: You can find past rec lists here. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

I’m going to be busy this weekend with friend and family stuff, so I wanted to get this done tonight. I was going to try to make a separate list for the fics with spoilers, but there are just too many of them, so press J to skip this post if you haven’t finished Season 2 yet and don’t want to see major revelations about it.

This is a very long list. It’s been almost two weeks since the last one, and there’s been an explosion of fics with the new season. 

Here Stands a Man by awkwardCerberus
Words: 2,568 (WIP 1 / 4)
Author’s Summary: Following his disappearance after defeating Zarkon, Shiro is found floating through space and picked up by a Galran transport delivering a hold full of prisoners to a construction colony. Back at the Castle, the remains of Team Voltron are doing whatever they can to get Shiro back and trying hard not to fall apart in the process.
My Comments: Heartwrenching Post S2 fic where Shiro gets pulled back into basically his worst nighmare once again. Can’t wait for him to get rescued, please.

A Couple of Ticks by easternCriminal
Words: 1,533 (WIP 1/?)
Author’s Summary: After an unaccounted for variable does their best to assist Voltron during their final battle with Zarkon, Hunk and Lance wake up in the Galaxy Garrison… a few months before Shiro crash landed back on Earth.
My Comments: I am a sucker for time-travel AUs where a character comes back with knowledge of the future and tries to change the past. Plus this is my two faves, so you can understand why I’m excited about it. And they have a psychic connection, which is also fun. I’m really looking forward to more.

pull out your heart by valkyriered
Words: 1,965
Author’s Summary: After two weeks aboard a Galra ship, Shiro is rescued by his team.
My Comments: Really nice hurt/comfort focused on Shiro and Allura. I want Shiro to get all the hugs, please.

Spar Session by theoncomingwolf
Words: 3,025
Author’s Summary: In which Allura takes the training bot’s place as sparring opponent for the day. Set after s2, all paladins present.
My Comments: Really fun action fic in which Allura is a badass, but everyone gets a moment. It’s cool to see her leadership qualities come out and her reflections on the paladins’ skills.

Pause and Wait by the_authors_exploits
Words: 1,319
Author’s Summary: Keith and Shiro are stranded for the night, and Keith watches over Shiro while he gets some much needed rest
My Comments: Season 2 was great, but it sure seemed to skip over a lot of stuff we would have liked to see. This is a nice missing moment from Episode 1.

For Your Actions are Mine by wolfsan11
Words: 1,368
Author’s Summary: The Red Lion has awaited her Paladin for years, but the figure who fights to reach her is neither what she expects nor wants. Yet, after her imprisonment, perhaps this little one is simply what she needs.
My Comments: FANTASTIC Red pov. I love this view of her and her view of Keith. Lovely.

Insomnia by GriffinRose
Words: 15,278
Author’s Summary: They reunite after the Wormhole Incident all in one piece. Mostly. But some scars can’t be seen. Keith can’t sleep, no matter how hard he tries. Luckily he’s got the best team/family ever who are not about to let this go. No, seriously, they won’t let it go.
My Comments: Absolutely wonderful, subtle hurt/comfort and teamy goodness. What was really wrong and how to fix it was obvious to me early on, but it was fun to watch the team slowly figure it out.

Bromances in Space by ptw30
Words: 2,540 (WIP 4/?)
Author’s Summary: Various drabbles for Voltron: Legendary Defender - mainly Keith and Shiro Story One: Hug It Out (Episode Nine - The Belly of Weblum)
Story Two: Castle in the Sky (after Episode Thirteen - Blackout)
Story Three: How Shiro Became a Dad (Domestic AU)
Story Four: Dad Duties (Domestic AU)
My Comments: Each chapter is a separate story. The first two have S2 spoilers, but the others are just fluff. They’re all excellent.

Okay I can’t just go to bed with Season 2 ending like that I mean really… by Rangergirl3 for 4_angsty_zukos, PrincessMnMz, Zenthisoror
Words: 3,590
Author’s Summary: Literally what I thought after binge watching the incredible, fantastic, and all around phenomenal S2.Goes without saying: Spoiler Alert for VLD Season 2 (especially the finale) Hell of a cliffhanger, and I couldn’t rest without writing something for it, because it’s going to be AWHILE before we know what happens. So, here you all are. I had to write this for myself because otherwise, I wasn’t getting to sleep. :-)
My Comments: What it says! I love reading all these fics and seeing the various ideas people have for what that Big Dumb Cliffhanger meant. No two so far that I’ve seen have been alike.

But a Scratch by manunulat
Words: 1,052
Author’s Summary: This is a brief vignette set after s2ep2. Some things can’t be fixed by healing pods.
My Comments: Would you like some Hunk and Lance being funny, loving bros, with just a touch of angst? I always like it. I like this one, too.

for every bird there is a stone by lacking
Words: 15,954 (4/?)
Author’s Summary: Shiro walks away from his confrontation with Haggar injured and shaken. After falling through the corrupted wormhole and finding himself stranded alongside Keith on a solitary planet, Shiro begins doubting his bond with the black lion and his place among the other paladins. As the team is reunited and his health continues to decline, Shiro is forced to confront parts of himself he thought were long buried, and everyone is left questioning just how far he’s willing to go in order to survive.
My Comments: This is excellent. Fantastic characterization and interaction, especially for Shiro and Keith. We can always use more post-wormhole fics when they’re this good.

your sacred stars won’t be guiding you by contagionangel
Words: 3,233
Author’s Summary: In one reality, a major change in long-past history means that, among other things, Shiro never crash-lands on Earth. Hunk still gets attached to the people he’ll end up going to space with. A story of friendship, alien coverup conspiracies, and starting to grow courage without noticing.
My Comments: I ADORE this. I love the Garrison Trio Plus, and all the ways things change and don’t change with their closer, more involved friendship here. And Hunk’s POV is perfect. I really want more, and the author has promised there will be some more. Like, a lot more, eventually. I am waiting with open hands.

The Core of Him by nightwalker for MusicalLuna
Words: 2,072
Author’s Summary: Shiro wasn’t afraid of doing what the Olkari king had done – he knew he’d choke on the words if he even tried.
My Comments: Absolutely amazing Shiro character study, his view of the team and how important they are and what they mean to him. The other paladins are all adorable and well-characterized too, of course. There were a couple of lines in here that made me breathless with their vivid imagery and strong emotion.

White Hallways by Fernandidilly_yo
Words: 3,159
Author’s Summary: (Set right after season 2 episode 13) Keith’s reaction to finding that the black lion it empty, and Shiro is gone.
My Comments: Utterly heartbreaking, but this also feels so necessary. Lance is a good kid.

Entanglement by story_monger
Words: 1,910
Author’s Summary: Pidge has a major revelation about the castle ship’s technology and absolutely has to tell someone about it. In which Hunk and Pidge yell at one another about quantum entanglement and Lance simultaneously is confused by and loves his uber nerdy friends.
My Comments: ADORABLE. The Garrison Trio is so, so good, in both happiness and grief.

Stating the Obvious by nightwalker
Words: 1,947
Author’s Summary: It occurred to Keith like a punch to the gut that they were talking about Allura now, Lance was going to try to talk about this.
My Comments: Another scene I really wanted in the show and didn’t get. Lance is a good kid.

Between by Silverkleptofox
Words: 2,086
Author’s Summary: Between the biggest revelation of his life and his whole world changing, there is no time for Keith to rest and recover. His teammates make sure he does anyway. Tag to Season 2 Episode 8.
My Comments: Almost unnecessarily detailed hurt/comfort based on canon injuries, haha. I love it.

Casserole by genericfanatic
Words: 1,922
Author’s Summary: After Shiro “dies” on the Kerberos mission, Keith is all alone. Some days are harder than others.
My Comments: This author really excels at sharp, almost harsh depictions of pain and grief that are so realistic that you can feel it yourself. So good.

Nought but Grief and Pain (for Promis’d Joy) by Hedgi
Words: 1,353
Author’s Summary: Keith has always been many things. Stupid has never been one of them. Impulsive, sure. Reckless, yes. Intense, quiet, alone—check, check, check. But not stupid. What’s the point in looking for another way, another plan, when all they need is another person on board Zarkon’s ship? Introspection reaction to “The Best laid Plans”
My Comments: Really painful Keith POV on a pivotal moment in the season. I was glad it ended the way it did.

Basic Chemistry by 15Strawberries
Words: 1,211
Author’s Summary: Hunk has some down time in between battles. He tries to make the most of it.
My Comments: The PERFECT Hunk. This is exactly how I see him. Adorable and beautiful.

Water Vaper and Earthquakes by boredomsMuse
Words:  3,445
Author’s Summary: Hunk is generally a chill guy, well not in the matter that he’s never scared or anything but in the sense that Lance has only ever seen the guy angry like once. Until Pidge gets hurt during an ambush, and Lance is really glad this isn’t the first time he’s seen Hunk angry or things might just have been a lot worse for the paladins of Voltron.
My Comments: Really cool magic AU. I’m a big fan of berserker Hunk, and the sense of history with Lance is really fascinating. I would read a lot more of this concept.

Just What You Want by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 3,265 (WIP 2/5)
Author’s Summary: 5 times Shiro got hugged by the team.Written pre-Season 2 but I think we need it more now. Also, nominally takes place in the Spectrum verse, but that only matters in chapter five. Updates Saturday and Wednesday.
My Comments: Yes good. All the hugs for Shiro. Hunk and Pidge so far, and they were both perfect and adorable and genuine and sweet and made me super happy.

The Melting Milky Way by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 1,827
Author’s Summary: Shiro returns, but he has questions. How well did the team manage while he was gone? He doesn’t get the answer he wanted.
My Comments: Perfect Finale tag. Just read it. I don’t want to spoil it.

the currents you create by theoddoodisnude
Words: 18,501
Author’s Summary: Some days, he woke up even more tired than he’d been when he’d gone to sleep, and willing his body to go through the motions was just—tough. Like wading through thigh-high water or running on soft sand that gave under the soles of his feet.
My Comments: Here’s my obligatory Klance hurt/comfort for the week. I think there’s always one. Anyway, this one is very good. Very realistic depiction of depression, and I liked how supportive everyone was, and how hard Lance tried to deal with everything even when he just wanted to give up. Also some wonderful Hunk and Lance and team bonding in there.

Knowledge or Death (And Ignorance is Bliss) by squirenonny
Words: 2,189
Author’s Summary: Keith tells the rest of the team what he learned in the Trials of Marmora. [Season Two spoilers! Set between “The Blade of Marmora” and “The Belly of the Weblum”]
My Comments: PERFECT missing scene from S2 that we really should have gotten, omg. Unless disproven later by canon, this is how it went for me. Headcanon accepted, stamped, cosigned, and engraved in stone.

Lion’s Call by Wolfie_Dragon
Words: 2,948
Author’s Summary: After nearly getting killed during battle, Lance is confined to a healing pod. However, he seems to disagree with the severity of the situation, especially when he senses a cry of pain. And it’s up to Keith to get him back to the infirmary. Angst/Whump oneshot. Written for the Whumpaween exchange on tumblr.
My Comments: Aww, ouch. This is painful and sweet at the same time. Keith is exasperated, but he does his best.

Silence is Golden by VelkynKarma for BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 10,291
Author’s Summary: It’s just a sore throat. It’s really not that big a deal. But the rest of team Voltron doesn’t really see it that way—and Shiro’s taking a day off whether he likes it or not.
My Comments: Aww, everyone tries so hard. What a good team. ::pats them::

Dark Necessities by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) for VelkynKarma
Words: 9,564
Author’s Summary: Sometimes, the choices are easy. This is not one of those times. Shiro knew what he was agreeing to when he became their leader. It doesn’t make those calls easier.
My Comments: This was a rough read, but it was really well done. Being a leader is hard. I liked the way they talked it out at the end, even if nothing felt fully resolved. It can’t with things like this, sometimes.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:

Mini Lions by earthstar
Where No One Goes by earthstar
One Week to Say Goodbye by squirenonny
Beautiful Minds by PotatoBender (really gorgeous worldbuilding this chap)
Aid by Haurvatat
Someplace Like Home by squirenonny
Coming Undone by Emerald_Ashes
Light Up the Dark by BajillionKittens
Love and Other Questions by squirenonny
He Sleeps in the Sky of Ice by jadencross (now complete! read read read!)
Engine Won’t Turn by yet_intrepid (now complete! READ READ READ!)
Trials Before the Dead by birdzilla (now complete! ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS)
The Final Act of Mercy by ptw30 (now complete!)
Parasite Knight by VelkynKarma (NOW COMPLETE)
Beast You’ve Made of Me by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) (now complete)

I’d Rather Be Here

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Prompt: Sam decides he really doesn’t care about the previous plans and all he wants is you

Warnings: sexual gifs, nsfw gifs, smut, dirty talk, really nsfw

Words: 2325

Note: Idk, I just really wanted to write some Sam smut because…hot damn

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My Love

My Darling Pats,

I love you. That’s where I want to start, and finish, and all points in between. It’s going to be so hard to be here without you, seeing the traces of you all around but knowing I won’t bump into you around the next corner, or be able to see you tonight, or the next, for who knows how long. But as much as I’m going to miss you, I know this journey is harder for you than it is for me, and I am so proud of you for making it. I don’t know what you’ll find when you reach your father’s house, but I do know there isn’t much hope of a happy outcome. I would be there with you if I could, to hold your hand through the darkest days, and hold you in my arms through the uncertain nights so that you wouldn’t forget for a moment that I’m still here, and still yours. But I can’t. All I can do is send my love, to remind you that loss is not all there is in life. I swear to you, you have not lost me. You couldn’t. I’m yours Pats, now and always. However long it takes, I’m still going to be here when you get back. Our future will wait for us.

You asked me how we would bear it, but haven’t we proved we can? You and I Pats, we’re stronger than time or distance. We’re stronger even than amnesia, and society, and all the hundreds of things that try to keep us apart. If we can find a way to be together while we live in a convent full of nuns, how could a few miles (or even a few thousand) possibly hope to pull us apart?

This isn’t the end Pats. It’s hardly even the beginning yet. So if you feel alone out there, if you lie awake at night in your father’s house and feel that you can’t bear another minute, remember that I’m with you. We’ll be together in our heads, and in our hearts., until we can be in each other’s arms.

I love you Patsy.

Yours, always
Deels
xxxxxx

Fort || Jughead Jones

Prompt from @allineedisconnor: okay im having a serious case of feels bc of episode 4 so can i request one where like jughead goes to the readers house after the drive in is razed and they just talk about stuff and have a lazy afternoon curling up and watching movies like their own drive in

A/N: I know I said this would come out tomorrow night, but I was able to finish this prompt tonight and I wanted to post it ASAP! Hope you enjoy!

Gif by: @juptern (I just realized this is the second time I’ve used your gifs, is this alright?)

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Saturday night. Also known as the time of the week where you could have your peace and quiet. Being involved with the Blue & Gold with your boyfriend Jughead and best friend Betty, and with updates on Jason Blossom’s murder coming everyday, you had been writing constantly. Saturday night however, was your relaxation time. You had finished all your homework on Friday and Saturday morning and planned to study for your tests on Sunday. Your parents were out of town for the weekend meeting up with old friends of theirs. You were home alone for the first time in a long time and you’d be damned if you didn’t make the best of it.

Unfortunately, your peace and quiet time had been disrupted twice so far. First there were the Girl Scouts. Usually you loved them and their cute little ways to try to get you to buy their Thin Mints but today’s girls just wouldn’t chill with the bargaining. They even upped the price of their Thin Mints which they didn’t tell you about until after you had agreed to buy two orders of them. Then there was the fact that Jughead hadn’t texted you in two days. Now, usually you wouldn’t have minded, knowing that he was focused on his novel, but ghosting was unlike Jughead. Besides, you knew your boyfriend loved the drive-in theater that had bulldozed the previous day, and you wanted to be there for him. If you knew where he lived, you would’ve gone over to check on him, but you didn’t know where he lived. When you asked Jughead about it, he just mumbled something about having a rough home life and how it wasn’t a good place to hang out. He didn’t like to talk about it and you got the message. So you left it alone. You guys either stayed in your house and watched movies or went to Pop’s and chatted about life. Despite your worry, you figured Jughead just needed some time to deal with the drive-in’s destruction and tried to relax. Just as you snuggled under the blanket with your mug of hot chocolate and Netflix playing on your laptop, a knock at the door reverberated around the house. You groaned in frustration, slamming the mug down on the coffee table and throwing the blanket off. What now? You stomped over to the front door and swung it open ready to tell whoever was there off when you were greeted by the sight of Jughead. The first thing you noticed was his humongous backpack and the posters sticking out of it. Then you looked up at his eyes. He looked like he was about to cry and your heart just broke.

“Jug…” you began.

“I don’t have anywhere to go.” he said, desperately trying to keep his wavering voice steady.

You quickly ushered him in and he dropped his heavy backpack on the floor, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Jug,” you said again.

He didn’t respond. You gently turned him around and placed your hand on his cheek.

“Jughead.” you said softly.

Jughead finally looked up at you, a tear rolling down his cheek. “I don’t have anywhere to go.” he said again, softer and more broken that you had ever heard him.

You looked up at him, searching his eyes for an answer of what could’ve happened. Did his parents kick him out? If they did, why did they kick him out?

“Come on,” you said softly, leading him to the couch. “Tell me what’s going on.”

In the next few hours that followed, Jughead told you everything. Everything about his dad, his mom, and Jellybean. The Southside Serpents, his dad’s job, his mom and Jellybean’s whereabouts, and where he had been living for the past few months. When he was done, he began to cry, finally breaking down after holding it all in after for so long. You whispered reassuring words in his ear as he cried in your arms, trying to stop your own tears from falling asking yourself, Why Jughead? Out of everyone in the world, why Jughead?

After a while, you noticed that your boyfriend’s cries went from heaving sobs to small sniffles and you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Jughead?” you asked.

Jughead looked up at you, his eyes and cheeks red. He looked so vulnerable.

“You can stay here. I’ll tell my parents what you told me. They’ll understand. You can take the guest bedroom. It’s gonna be okay,” you said.

Jughead looked up at you with the softest expression you had ever seen and nodded as he pulled away from your warm embrace, wiping his eyes with his jacket sleeve.

“Thank you.” he said quietly, his voice shredded from crying.

Your heart broke for what seemed like the millionth time that night, as you tried to come up with a plan to make Jughead happy again, at least for a little while. Then it hit you. You got up and started to take the cushions off the couch and position them so they made a wall around you and Jughead. Jughead looked at you confusedly, wondering what you were doing. You pulled the crumpled blanket off the couch and draped it over the wall of cushions creating a fort. Jughead realized your intentions and cracked a smile. Ignoring your now cold hot chocolate on the coffee table, you grabbed your laptop and another blanket and crawled into the fort with Jughead.

“I know it’s not a drive-in theater, but maybe it could be our own little theater?” you asked tentatively, hoping the raven-haired boy would like it.

To your relief and delight, Jughead chuckled and nodded.

“It’s perfect.” he said.

You smiled widely as you used the last cushion to box the two of you in and you pulled the covers over you and your boyfriend, snuggling into his side. Opening your laptop and playing Witness for the Prosecution (Jughead’s choice,) the two of you began to watch. About halfway into the movie, Jughead looked down at you and realized you were asleep. He smiled and gently kissed your head.

“Thank you, Y/N. I love you.”

—————

A/N: That was probably more angst than you wanted, but I hope the fluff in the end made up for it! For anyone wanting to know why I didn’t expand on their conversation; we know so little about Jughead’s background and family (and I’m sure they’ll go into more detail with that in future episodes) but I didn’t want to write anything that could be proved wrong as the show progresses so therefore, I’ll leave you to your theories! Also, Witness for the Prosecution is an A+ movie, I highly recommend it. :)

Jealousy Is A Green-Eyed Bitch

After one drink to many, you get fed up with bar skanks hitting on Sam.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader

Bars were a fact of life for most hunters.  At the end of a successful hunt, you went there to celebrate a job well done.  If the hunt went South, you went there to drown your sorrows and numb the pain until the next hunt. 

Some nights you just wanted to hang with the guys and wallow.  Tonight was one of those nights.  The hunt had been a total clusterfuck from start to finish.  Everything that could go wrong did, and the three of you were lucky to escape with your lives. 

Sam and Dean grabbed a table while you headed to the bar to score some drinks  As you stood waiting to get the bartenders attention, a blond in a red top that left little to the imagination sidled up next to you.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” she asked.

“Yeah?” you said unenthusiastically.

“I saw you come in with those two hotties.  Are either of them yours?”

You gave her a quick dismissive look, “Both of them actually.  I’m sleeping with both of them.”

Grabbing the bottles of beer, you walked off without a backward glance.

“What was that about?” Sam asked when you approached the table.

“Take a guess.” You said as you slid into the booth.  “Yet another bar skank eying you two up.  Why do you two have to be so damn good looking?”

“What did you tell her?”  Dean asked curiously.  “She was hot.”

You let out a sigh of irritation as you pushed Dean’s beer towards him. “I told her I was banging both of you.”

Sam choked on his beer mid swallow.  You slapped him on the back a few times until he caught his breath.

“What the Hell Y/N! What crawled up your ass and died?” Dean snapped at you.

You rounded on him. “Do you have any idea how sick I am of playing wingman for you two? Every friggin’ bar we go to some chick comes up to me and wants me to introduce them or give you their number or something.  It’s exhausting!”

“I think we are all on edge from the hunt.  Let’s try not to jump down each other’s throats.”  Sam said quietly.

“Whatever.” You said darkly, sipping your beer. “I need whiskey. You two want any?  Where is the damn waitress?”  There was only one waitress at the tables and they were packed.  You wanted your whiskey and you wanted it NOW.

Through the smoky room you spotted a jukebox in the corner.  The song that was playing currently sucked, so you decided a change was in order. “Either of you guys got some singles for the jukebox?”  Sam tossed a few singles your way and you got up to change the music.

You were perusing the selections when a curvy brunette came up and started looking at songs too.  “I saw those two you came in with.  Damn!  Especially the tall one.”

Oh for Fuck’s sake!  You were used to girls throwing themselves at Dean’s feet.  That was as natural as breathing.  But Sam was different.  Sam was YOURS.  Well he really wasn’t, you just wished he was.  “Sorry hon, he’s gay.” You said in the sweetest voice you could muster.  Making your selections, you headed to the bar to grab some shots.

When you returned to the table, Sam and Dean weren’t alone.  Dean was pressed up against a pretty strawberry blonde, whispering in her ear.  The dance had begun.  You already knew how this one would end.

Much to your surprise, Sam seemed engrossed in conversation with a petite redhead with an enormous rack.  Totally not his type, you thought to yourself.  She let out a shrill peal of laughter that was like nails on a chalkboard.  You downed the three shots of whiskey you had brought to the table in rapid succession. “I’m gonna go dance.” You said to the guys, although neither seemed to be listening.

The whiskey had given you a nice buzz, and the songs you had selected were playing finally.  You swayed to the music, lost in the song.  You stopped when you felt a hand on your back.  It was Dean, hand in hand with the girl from the table. “You leaving?” You asked.  He nodded.

Looking over at the table, you saw that Sam was still talking to the redhead.  Feeling your heart give a little twist in your chest, the whiskey suddenly turned sour in your stomach.  You made your way to the bathroom, praying there wasn’t a line for once.   By some miracle there wasn’t.  Sitting in the stall, you cried quietly.  Why did you do this to yourself?  You needed to either tell Sam how you felt or let him go.

Wiping your eyes, you headed out to wash your hands.  There was another girl checking her makeup in the mirror.  “You’re here with the tall guy, right?  He and my friend Emily seem to be hitting it off.”

“I know, right? You don’t think your friend will mind that Sam’s a transvestite do ya?” You said conversationally as you dried your hands.

You marched out to the table on unsteady feet and slapped Sam’s shoulder, harder than you’d intended. “What?” He asked.

 “I’m leaving.” You said flatly.

“Want me to walk you back? You look like you’ve had too much…..” Sam began.

“You stay with your new FRIEND, Sam.  I’m fine. Nice to meet ya, Emily.  I think your friend is looking for ya.” You walked unsteadily out of the bar.  With Dean and Sam both otherwise occupied for the night, you’d have the room to yourself.  You could feel the tears starting, and you knew you were headed for a good cry.

Changing into a tank and shorts, you took as hot a shower as the crappy motel  would allow.  Curled on the lumpy, scratchy motel bed you sobbed as though your heart was breaking.  You were crying so hard you didn’t hear the door open.

“Y/N?” Sam said, standing uncertainly in the doorway.  You immediately sat up and wiped your face.

“Hey.”

Sam came and sat next to you on the bed.  “So you wanna explain to me why you were telling women at the bar I was gay and a transvestite?”

You sighed.  It was now or never. “Why do you think, Sam?”

“Don’t answer a question with a question.  I hate when you do that.”  He replied.

“How’s this for an answer then?” Taking a deep breath, you leaned in and kissed him.

“Took you long enough.” He grinned against your lips as he pulled you in for another longer, deeper kiss.

Just finished crying my manly tears after watching tonights episode of Jane the Virgin.

Decided to come onto Tumblr to see how people reacted to this fantastically devastating episode….

Shut the fuck up all of you bitching bitches.

This has been planned since season one. This was not a spur of the moment decision.

Sometimes life doesn’t go the way we want it to. Sometimes the one we thought we would spend the rest of our life with dies. Its stupid and mortal.

But its life. Its sad. Its stupid. Its heartbreaking. But its life.

I am looking foward to seeing how Jane copes with this terrible thing. If she ends up with Rafael then ok. She was able to move on.

This is how I plan to remember Jane and Michael. Happy and full of love. They were an all too brief flicker of light in an ocean of darkness.

RIP Michael Cordero Jr. You will be missed.

Teaser Trailer

You teased me a little too much tonight.

You’ve revealed spots. Put your feet in my lap. Mentioned how sensitive you’re feeling. All to get a rise out of me. Well fine. You want to see me react?

It’s at that moment, the moment where we’ve just finished our outing and about to head home. It’s late, the street’s pretty quiet. No one about. Perfect timing. I grab your sides. Just firmly enough to move you, but not ready to tickle just yet. I gently place you against the nearest wall.

“Oh silly little girl! You’ve been so mean to tickle monster all night!”

My fingers begging to tickle your sides, they wiggle softly.

“Shush, cutie. Don’t want to make too much noise! It’s late!”

I take in your blushing face. The way your body contorts against the sensations. The lips pressed together so tightly. But you know as well as I do this game is a prologue.

“So… we’re going to somewhere we can make a little noise, how does that sound?”

Your nod is all I need, but why stop tickling now? A wonderful idea pops into my head.

“But here’s the fun part. I’m not going to stop tickling until we get home. I’m going to keep at least one finger oh so lightly tickling you at any time. At least one. Maybe more. Maybe I’ll make it hard for you to keep your composure. I haven’t decided. And we’re getting a taxi as planned. So try not to act up in front of a strange, or tickle monster might have to play this game every time we go out!”

The shock in your eyes mixes with amusement. Though that could be the tickling. Your lips still pursed, my my hands retract apart from one pesky finger which decides to run up and down your ribs. You assume it won’t tickle there for long, before it moves some place new. You assume right. We start to walk away from the wall you’ll likely always look upon and smile fondly at.

“Ok then… let’s head home! But, uh, just a head’s up… I don’t care if you win or lose this little game. If you giggle like a cute little girl in front of people because you’re so adorably ticklish. Regardless, when we get in, I’m going to pick you up, take you upstairs, hold you down… and fucking. Wreck. You.”

The intensity with which I say it practically burns through your entire being.

It’s going to be a long trip back. But a much, much longer night.

anonymous asked:

Consider this prompt: prinxiety going on a double date with PTA

**This got insanely long wow**


A double… date. Anxiety already wanted to skip it and go to bed.

At least in bed it was just him… and Prince, on occasion.

He sighed as he applied a layer of concealer under his eyes. He had gotten no sleep last night and the bags under his eyes showed it. He wanted to just curl up and never move, he was so exhausted.

When he was finished, he walked next door to Prince’s door and knocked.

“One moment!”

Said single moment later, the door opened and Prince smiled at Anxiety.

“You know you don’t have to say ‘one moment’ if you’re going to instantly answer the door, right?” Anxiety was grumbling as he pushed past the other and collapsed on Prince’s bed.

“Don’t go to sleep now, we still have the date tonight.”

Anxiety sighed.

“Why do they have to come anyway?”

“Dad said that he wanted a night out, and Logic decided that a double date would be a good idea.”

“Great, Logic decided,” Anxiety rolled his eyes.

“Hey, now,” Prince came over and sat next to his head on the bed and brushed his hair back from his face, “Do you not want to go tonight? You didn’t say anything earlier.”

Of course he didn’t want to go tonight! What could possibly make Prince think that he, socially awkward Anxiety, would want to go on a double date? When he looked up at the other though, he knew he wouldn’t say anything. Prince had been looking forward to this all day, Anxiety wasn’t going to make him back out now.

“It’s fine,” Anxiety turned his head into the mattress, “You have to make hot chocolate for me when we get back, though.”

“Deal,” Prince leaned down and kissed the top of Anxiety’s head.

Just then there was a knock on the door.

~

“Tell me again, why are we going on a double date with those two?” Dad questioned Logic, who was tying his bow tie in the mirror. He was wearing the pastel blue one per Dad’s request.

“Oh, come on. You’re worried about those two just as much as I am,” Logic accused.

“Of course I am! I just don’t understand how two people so opposite could possibly in a relationship.” Dad pinched the bridge of his nose, “I just want to make sure this isn’t something that isn’t going to backfire majorly in the end.”

“Hey,” Logic came over and grabbed his waist, “it’ll be fine. I think those two get along better than you think.”

“I thought you were worried, too.” Dad pointed out, placing his hands on Logics shoulders.

“I am, but only because they’re so reckless,” He sighed, “They’re bound to get into trouble if left to their own devices.”

Dad nodded, “But, you can’t watch them all the time, you know that?”

Logic rolled his eyes, “Whose side are you on here?”

Dad grinned, “The logical side.”

“Glad to hear it. Now come on, we have to get going soon.”

~

For the date, they stayed simple and went to the movies. They had pre-bought tickets for Star Wars Rogue One.

“Want anything?” Prince asked Anxiety, but sighed when he realized he had already bought himself food. He wrapped his arms around the other from behind and rested his head on Anxiety’s shoulder,“Come on, you make it impossible to be a gentleman,” He pouted.

Anxiety shrugged him off, “Whatever. If you were a gentlemen you’d be quicker.”

Morality stepped forward, “Wait-”

“I guess I’ll just have to be faster,” Prince snuck a kiss from the others cheek before running to the concessions.

Looks like Dad hadn’t needed to interfere after all.

“What would you like?” Logic stepped up to the counter and looked back at Dad expectantly. He only asked, because he had learned it to be the more polite thing to do, but he already knew what dad would say. A medium popcorn with extra butter and a medium soda, and when Logics back was turned Dad would buy himself two large candy bars.

“Just a medium popcorn with extra butter and a medium soda,” Dad said cooly. Logic smirked, ordered his own snacks along with Dads and sure enough, when he went to go get his soda, Dad ordered a large kitkat and a large chocolate bar.

“I, uh, thought maybe you’d like a candy bar as well,” Dad said as he handed Logic the chocolate bar, “You mentioned you just like plain dark chocolate, right?”

Logic blinked, but took the bar. One thing he could always expect from Morality was the unexpected.

“Come on you two, at this rate you’ll miss the movie!” Prince suddenly appeared at their side, hands on his hips in a scolding manner. Imagine, Prince scolding Dad!

“Wha-”

“Come on!” Prince speed walked, practically ran, back to the theatre.

“Lead the way,” Logic motioned for Dad to walk in front of him.

Dad lead the way and Logic admired him. The one thing about Dad that had originally caught his interest- his inexplicable ability to render logic pointless. It was… thrilling.

“Eyes forward, darling,” Dad scolded without looking back.

Logic shook his head and walked forward to mumble to Dad, “Now, how could I not admire you? How illogical is that?”

~


The movie theatre had upgraded a few months earlier so it now featured Dream Loungers. The seats now reclined and had foot rests, and every two seats had an armrest that raised so two people may lay together. Of course, both couples were pleased with this (on various levels).

Prince and Dad had come prepared and pulled out blankets, (except even Logic couldn’t figure out where they had kept them. They weren’t in Thomas’ mind after all).

Prince sat down first, and Anxiety positioned himself a safe distance away, but was pulled hip to hip in less than five seconds. Logic noted how Anxiety gave the Royal boy an annoyed look, but laid his head on the others shoulder anyways.

Logic and Dad sat down and positioned themselves so Dads footrest was up, but Logic’s wasn’t, and Dad leaned his head against Logics own.

“Ulterior motives aside, “Dad whispered, “I’m glad we were able to come out tonight.”

Logic took Dad’s hand, “Me to-”

“Prince!” They both looked up and over as Anxiety knocked Prince up the back of his head.

“Uh oh,” Dad had a bad feeling about this. Both he and Logic prepared to go and break them up, when Prince laughed and grabbed the other, pulling him into a kiss before they both settled down and got ready to watch the movie.

“I’ll never understand those two.”

~

Anxiety cast an annoyed look over at Dad and Logic, who were staring at him and Prince.

“What?” He bit back, sharper than intended. He thought that single word always came out harsher than anyone intended.

They both turned their attention away simultaneously.

“Calm down,” Prince murmured.

“Hmph,” Anxiety pouted and looked at the dark movie screen, A.K.A not at Prince.

“Come on,” Prince nudged him. He was glad not even the movie previews were playing yet, otherwise they would be really annoying. “You know you can’t stay mad at me,” He put his face in the crook of Anxiety’s neck and smiled.

“Prince, I am two seconds from pushing you out of your seat,” Anxiety warned.

Prince smiled and kissed his shoulder.

“Prince!” He snapped his hand lightly up the back of the others head, barely ruffling the hair there, and Prince laughed quietly against his shoulder.

Prince looked up at him with a twinkle in his eye and kissed him quickly, enough of a distraction to pull Anxiety back down to sit properly in their seat.

“I thought you said you’d push me out of my seat?” Prince murmured.

Anxiety smirked to himself. “How is it people think think you’re so… Charming?”

“Come on, you think I’m charming, too~” Prince sang in a whisper.

“Oh, go save a Princess,” Anxiety flicked his hand at him.

Prince ignored it and leaned in to kiss his cheek, “But, why would I do that when I have a Prince right here?”

“A little narcissistic, aren’t we Prince?” Anxiety teased.

“I was talking about you,” Prince pouted.

Anxiety bit back a giggle (not well, because Prince definitely heard it) and leaned back as the lights dimmed.

~

When the movie was over and they were all back home, Dad and Logic bid the others goodnight before retiring to their room.

“I think that went relatively well,” Logic mused as they got ready for the night.

“I’m… surprised,” Morality admitted.

“With?” Though Logic could guess, it always helped Dad to say his thoughts out loud.

“They are… they get along well. A lot better than I would have ever guessed.”

“I told you, they are more compatible than you may think.”

“I still don’t understand how it works.”

“I know,” Logic walked over to Dad and grabbed his hand leading him towards the bed, “But you don’t need to think. Leave that to me.” He realized how rude that sounded after he said it and his cheeks flushed as he grasped the others hand.

“No, I meant- I didn’t mean you weren’t smart! I, uh-”

Dad laughed,”It’s fine, I know what you meant. Come on, it’s been a long night and I’m exhausted.”

“You’re really going to sleep?”

“Haha, no. I’m going to finish binge watching Voltron while you go to sleep.”

Logic shook his head with a sigh.

He could always count on Dad to bring out the illogical side of a situation.

~

“Anxiety, Love, sit up.”

“Noooo,” Anxiety whined.

“If you want hot chocolate you have to sit up.”

Anxiety sat up faster than Prince thought possible (for such a normally slow boy) and took a long drink of the hot beverage.

“You know what, Pretty boy? If you cuddle as well as you make hot chocolate, than tonight will be perfect.”

Prince’s face flushed a bright red at the nickname and it took him a minute to respond.

“A-Anxiety, you were just cuddling me an hour ago.”

Anxiety smirked, at both Prince’s flushed state and his answer.

“Then I guess tonight will be perfect.”

Lucy(ille) : Chapter 2

chapter 1 here

chapter 3 here

chapter 4 here

I ended up becoming way more exhausted than i anticipated, so i’d rather post a good chunk of a chapter now than try to finish it tonight and have it be shit because i’m literally half asleep. thank you for your patience, you all loved the first chapter and i don’t want to let you down! Tomorrow I’ll post two chapters to make up for the shortness of this one :)

warnings: language, negan being negan, sexual tension (smut scene coming tomorrow prepare your bodies) (also i didn’t proof read so if parts don’t make sense I was probably sleep typing)

“Look man, I’m just saying. With an ass like that, wouldn’t you just wanna g–shit.” Simon shot up from his post, snatching the binoculars from the savior next to him to see what was approaching the Sanctuary. “Damn it this isn’t right, they shouldn’t be coming back this soon. Fuck!” He started down the tower and jumped to the ground just as the trucks sped up to the front gates. The saviors poured out of the trucks first, Arat quickly stomping behind.

“What the hell happened? No Alexandria run is ever this short, and that was shorter than fat Joey’s dick. You must not have even made it,” Simon pressed, running up to Arat who was obviously more pissed than the rest of them. “Ask the dead girl he’s got a hard on for in the truck.” Simon became even more confused. “What the fuck do you mean?” She stepped up to him looking him dead in the eyes while shoving Lucy’s bag into his hands. “Go fucking see for yourself,” she whispered slowly before storming off. He glanced at the items in the bag and started for Negan’s truck. “Sir, everyone in Alexandria must be dead for you to have come back this fast–”

“Is that her bag?” Negan dropped out of the truck holding the life size rag doll that was Lucy’s body. Simon was now in a state of confusion that left him speechless, muttering um’s and what’s before Negan’s voice whipped him back to reality. “I believe I asked you a fucking question. You are holding a fucking bag, are you not? Is that from Arat?” Simon answered this time with no hesitation, “Well yeah, who is th-”

“Follow me, bring the bag. If I ask you a question and you give me that dumb-fucking-founded deer in the shit lights look again, I will fucking beat your fucking shit face until it comes off. M o v e.” Before Simon could react, Negan whipped around strutting confidently to what seemed to be the direction of the doctor. After a moment of doubt, Simon ran after him

~~~~~~

The room smelled like oranges and whiskey. The sheets surrounding her felt velvety to the touch, encasing her body in a sensual warmth. She slowly opened her eyes as she came back to her senses. She went to sit up and was forced down by a pain in her chest. Looking down, she saw a bruised, oozing gash across her chest, the stitches barely keeping it together. Immediately the very little energy she had was was used for panicking. The absence of light in the room told her it was night time making it hard for her to make out what was around her. She stretched out her arms in every direction trying to feel out anything she could identify. She leaned to the right and felt a table, some bandages, and a full glass. Barely knocking it over, she grasped it and began chugging. Lemonade. She couldn’t remember the last time she had tasted her favorite drink.

“Thirsty, huh?” A deep voice make her seize and her hand gave up on the glass, the shattered glass echoing throughout the room. She remained silent as the voice continued. “Well not anymore.” She then heard footsteps crunch over the glass approaching the bed. “Let’s see what kind of a mess you made.” All at once the room lit up from a lamp on the table, seeming to light everything but the man who loomed before her in black. Their eyes met and her breathing became short. Staring, he continued. “There. isn’t that better. I’ll get someone to clean this shit up.” As he stepped closer her eyes darted from the bat in his hand to his eyes again. She was terrified. There was a darkness surrounding him that she couldn’t understand, yet a charm in his eyes that wrapped itself around her like a silky thread. “Oh, my fucking bad. You and Lucille have some history , something involving you jumping in front of a truck. My truck. But in all that fucking excitement I managed to not introduce myself.” He set Lucille on the floor before stating, “Hi. I’m Negan. Lacey, right?” He played up not knowing her name to make her talk. “Lucy.” she cracked. His body pulsed at the sound of her name. Lucy.
She saw his eyes trail across her body, each glance creating another goose bump on her skin. She knew nothing about Negan. Nothing about Lucille, and he seemed to have a following. His slicked hair merged into the checkerboard beard upon his face, drawing focus to his eyes and his smile. His contagious smile. She found a comfort in his aggressiveness, knowing there was a calmer side waiting to emerge.

His eyes trailed across her body, each glance ressurecting another memory in his head. He knew nothing about this Lucy. Not this one, at least, but he found himself wanting to. Her brown locks laid effortlessly around her face, drawing focus to her eyes. He found a comfort in her calmness, craving the agressive side he knew she had inside of her. The more he stared, the more he wanted her.


OK SO THERES CHAPTER 2 (chapter 3 here) chapter 4 here 

SEXUAL TENSIONS RISING HUH 

TOMORROW’S CHAPTERS ARE GOING TO GET INTO A LOT OF SMUT I’M SO EXCITED TO WRITE IT 

I LOVE YOU ALL, I AM GOING TO TRY TO GO SLEEP <3

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Dating

So i would have had this out on valentine’s if i had not gotten sick and then had a ton of homework to do, so this isn’t the best but its what you get. even though nobody asked for it. 

Summary: you try going on a date lets just sat Jensen doesn’t really want to see that happen.

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural


To do list, one learn lines for tomorrows episode, two finish filming today’s episode, three do your homework, four find a nice outfits for your date tonight, and five sneak out of set without anyone realizing your gone, and make sure Jensen, Jared and Misha don’t know your going on a date. 

That is not that much to do, the only hard part is the whole date part. Being on a tv show since you were a toddler and you’re now in your teens doesn’t give you a whole lot of dating options. Also the fact that you have three huge big brothers that wouldn’t let any boy look at you alone let you go on a date with. So yeah you were a little nervous, this was your first date ever. Last week the guy you had had a crush on for months had asked you on a date. For the first time you wouldn’t be alone on Valentine’s day. 

The only problem was Jensen, you played Dean’s daughter and Jensen in real life was just as protective of you as Deans was of your character. So there was no doubt in your mind that Jensen would not agree to you going on a date with some boy. But he wasn’t some boy he was the nicest person in your grade, he was always nice to teachers, he said hi to you in the hallways each day, he helped with your math homework. And he had the most amazing eyes. So when he asked you out you were pretty excited. The only hard part was containing your excitement for so long around the boys without them asking what was going on. So you tried your best to keep it in.

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VIXX Reactions You Saying They Have A Small Dick During  A Fight

N: “You should call into work and say you won’t be coming in tomorrow. Now. After I’m finished with you, you might as well classify it as a sick day.”

Originally posted by n-nyeong

Leo: “It’s nice to not be the one with a temper for once…but let’s not push anything. You wouldn’t want us both to be angry. No, you might just regret it the next morning.”

Originally posted by saeno-e

Ken: “Hmm, I’m trying to remember, when the neighbors called saying we were too loud, what were you screaming? Oh…is that so? I guess you won’t be needing my help to satisfy yourself tonight then… With a small dick and all…”

Originally posted by leootastic

Ravi: “Feisty tonight, aren’t we? Looks like my little tiger needs some taming…”

Originally posted by wonshiking

Hongbin: “Sweetheart… you know I’d let you win almost any argument. There’s no need to go about lying, now is there? Seems I’ll be needing to back myself up here, but we’ll take a short break in order for me to do so.”

Originally posted by hyukson

Hyuk: “Ah, jagi seems as though words aren’t quite getting through to you. How about my small dick and I give it a whirl?”

Originally posted by ninichu


My mission goes on and on and on and on 

-Admin A

Coming tonight or tomorrow!

I am almost finished with a LONG Wincest one shot.

I recently watched season 8 again, and was once again hit with all the sadness that Sam was with Amelia instead of looking for Dean (I still maintain that was out of character and a horrible decision from the writers). So this Wincest fic is my attempt to let them work through that.

It’s long, smutty, and has all the feels.

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